#himself about this. because he’s Sam. and he picks up on what Sam doesn���t. and he could see all of Dean’s little giveaways that Sam was

[jmagnabo92]

CBS Ghosts - Hello! - Ghosts Don’t Like To Be Ignored Part 1

After Jay convinces Sam that the ghosts aren’t real, the ghosts come up with a different plan of attack.  

Spoilers may appear.

Discussion and Gifs Below:

I love how Isaac has gathered SOME of the ghosts because Flower and Hetty have skipped out to be upset about Jay.  One thing I don’t get is that they could try talking to her again when Jay isn’t around - calmly and just like explain or something.  

Like “Hi I’m so and so, I died in year whatever - look it up on the internet, it’ll show you - can we please talk?”

Or MAYBE you should’ve INTRODUCED yourself and said “hey we live here and we’re excited to have you here and GET TO KNOW her before saying “you must leave” in the previous scene.

ANYWAY LMOA Trevor looks so board, Alberta looks half in it, and Sass is just like ‘whatever’.  

LOL Isaac is so like - THIS ISN’T Fair!  WHY!  I love that he does that thing with his hands because we see Trevor do that, too, and I wonder if it’s a gesture they picked up from each other.

LOL - Isaac still talking.  He’s like “Me-leader-I’m great”.

HE DOESN”T EVEN CARE THAT THE TRIO ON THE COUCH IS JUST LIKE “OH GOD SHUT UP.”

Look at these three:

Alberta - doing whatever with her eyes.  

Trevor - not even looking at Isaac and is almost looking at Sass for support?

Sass - looking away from Isaac and Trevor - not helping you bro, it’s been 250 years of this BS, toughen up.

I love them all.  They’re like students that are SO DONE with school.

LMAO - it’s been 5 minutes and Isaac is OBSESSING over Hamilton.  He’s just like “I’m so much better” and he doesn’t realize that his audience doesn’t care.

I love you, Alberta.  She doesn’t hesitate to be like “OMG DUDE.”  And it’s funnier because Trevor’s just like “yeah, I know” as if they both didn’t just figure it out like 5 minutes ago.  

They’re like - Sam’s bringing drama already.  

THE LOOK ON THOR’S FACE - OMG.  Even he knows there’s something off about that sentence.  

Also, given what we hear about Isaac being alone when he died and whatnot, do we think Isaac’s men actually didn’t like him?

I mean, he’s often ‘the leader’ (or so he calls himself), but he doesn’t always act like a proper leader.  So I wonder if that’s an issue.  Do the ghosts really see him as the leader or just let him think he is?  

Anyway, this scene was over 30 gifs so it’s split in two.  

Feel free to chat :)

[vintage-marina]

A woman out of time (james norrington x f!reader) chapter 2

TW: suicidal thoughts, idk what the word is but the reader is seeing things that isn’t there

You washed your face and looked into the mirror, the circles under your eyes were enormous and it looked like you hadn't slept in days, what indeed was. Every time you closed your eyes you saw the battle of Wakanda or you saw the faces of people that you had murdered. Murdered, you had murdered them. You screwed your eyes shut and clung to the sink for dear life, a sob escaped your lips. I don't deserve this, you thought to yourself, your victims should be alive not you, them. Not you, Vision, Vision deserved it. Or Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Peter, T'Challa everyone besides you. T'Challa, yes he deserves my place, but he isn't here to take it isn't he? You softly hummed a song to yourself, a method to soothe you. After a few minutes of humming, you opened your eyes. Red, your eyes were red, you touched your cheeks and you realised you were crying. You stared into the mirror, you saw yourself but you couldn't reconise her. You stared to face and noticed the scars on it, they were small and were from the bomb that exploded right in front of you and you noticed the burn on your neck. You didn't found them ugly, but you didn't love them either. They were a part of you now and you couldn't do anything about it, just like your arm. You felt neutral about them. You picked up your toothbrush and brushed your teeth, the feeling of guilt slowly washing away. You knew that that feeling would never go away, but just like your therapist said you must learn to live with it, if you wanted to live your life in a somewhat peacful state.

Ever since half of the population died you didn't knew what to do, you felt like you didn't belong in the group that they called themselves the Avengers but you also didn't fit in as a civilian, so in the chaos that Thanos left you packed your bags and moved away, after you were fully healed ofcourse. You left everyone a handwritten letter and then you moved into a little old house on the shore.  

You heard the telephone ringing, you walked toward the livingroom and picked up the phone. Maybe it was Steve, Natasha or Tony you didn't knew. You wiped your tears away, stupid ofcourse because the caller couldn't see them. ''Hello, with Y/N'' you said into the phone, it was Natasha. ''Hey Nat! How are you? No, I'm not crying why did you think that?'' ''You know that you don't have to lie to me right? But if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to'' ''Yeah, I've been crying but I'm fine now. '' The last part was half a lie, you were fine but a few minutes earlier you weren't. ''Im glad to hear that you are doing alright, sometimes it is just so hard you know?'' You hummed in agreement, not knowing if she talked about her past or about the guilt she felt with the whole Thanos hassle. '' But, Y/N/N, I, no we have something important to talk about. Scott, you remember Scott right?'' ''Yeah, I remember him, he was snapped right?'' ''We thought that too but a few hours ago, he showed up on our doorstep of the compound.'' ''So he wasn't snapped away, you mean'' now it was her turn to hum in agreement. ''Y/N, what I want to tell you is that we can bring them back and we want you to be there,'' you smiled a little and you whispered: ''Ofcourse, I will be there'' ''We will pick you up in an hour, see you then'' ''See you Nat'' Natasha hanged up and you pressed the telephone to your chest and let yourself fall on your little couch and let out a laugh. A few minutes ago you felt on a point of breaking down and now hope streamend into your veins.

An hour flew by and you saw in the distance three figures walking, one blond headed, one red headed and one had dark brown hair. You openend your door and welcomed them inside, ''Hi guys'' you said to them and gestured that they can sit down, you went back to your little kitchen and brought back some drinks and cookies. You sat on a chair and turned your eyes to Scott, ''so you just showed up after 5 years of radio silence?'' ''Yep'' ''how?'' ''I got stuck in what they call the Quantum Realm'' ''What the hell is that?'' you mumbeled, ''Alright so, that realm is a microscopic universe on its own and if you want to be there you have to be really tiny. Time works different there and basically I got stuck there'' ''What do you mean time works different there?'' you asked to him. ''Well, I was missing for 5 years right'' you hummed in agreement, ''but for me it was 5 hours. So I thought what if we can navigate that universe and can enter it at a certain point in time but then exit the realm at another point of time.'' Your eyes widend and your brain couldn't proces it really, ''I don't understand what you mean and that doesn 't make ant sense Scott'' he sighed and then said: ''Timetravel'' ''Like back into the future type of thing?'' you said to him, ''Wait how do you know about back into the future Y/N?'' said Natasha surprised, you turned to Natasha ''I saw it on the television ofcourse!'' Steve furrowed his brows and said: ''How have I never heard of that movie?'' you shrugged your shoulders and focused your attention back to Scott. ''So how do you guys want to timetravel, I still don't understand how you guys want to do this but I'm in.''

At the compound

After you guys could convince Bruce to help, things had happend quickly. First of all he was green, that was pretty weird for you and for the rest of your team. He explained to your group that he emerged himself and the Hulk together, you were pretty grossed out about this and was scared to asked how he did that. Secondly, you couldn't convince Tony to help out wich was disappointing but not surprising, after all you two held contact and you knew that he had a family. You understood that he was scared to loose his life or his family so you didn't try to persuade him into helping your group instead you were chatting with Pepper. Thirdly, without Tony's help was Bruce all alone on how to make this time travel thing. You hoped that he knew how to make this thing, but you weren't so sure about it. Scott was the test person and when he was gone you thought it finally worked but instead he was a teenager, then he was a baby, then he was a grandpa and then he was finally back to normal. There was panic and not just a little! Natasha was relieved when she saw that Scott went back to normal and Bruce spread his arms out and said proud: ''Timetravel!"

''But it didn't work really work'' you noticed, ''yes but also no'' Steve shaked his head and then Bruce said: ''What? I see this as an absolutle win''

Night time

A radio was playing a soft melody. The woman who you stared at didn't move a muscle, she looked like a dear in headlights. Time moved slow, to slow for her and sweat was forming on her forehead. You didn't even knew her name or why you were here, you only knew you had one job. The room reeked of blood and it was coated on the floor, you raised your arm and pulled the trigger before she could even scream. You could hear her body fall, finally you woke up and you could hear your heart racing. You clenched your jaw and stepped out of your bed, your feet touching the soft floor, you hummed softly trying to calm yourself. But you couldn't hear yourself, all you heard was the soft tune of the radio. Shuffling in the dark is never easy, your fingers touched a wall and your eyes went wide. Blood, why was there blood on the wall. You squeezed your eyes and then you saw the pattern on the wall. It was dark green with little leaves and flowers on it, your hand flew towards your mouth when you realised you were not in your bedroom anymore. You turned your head and then everything went back to normal. You didn't saw the blood splatters and the wallpaper anymore but you were in your bedroom?

The next day

A lot happend during the day, Tony showed up out of nowhere. Thor was back, who looked like shit. Rhodey suggested to go back in time when Thanos was a baby and to strangle him, which you found very amusing and Clint showed up with tattoos and a sad background that he killed people just because his family passed away. Everyone grieves differently I guess, some people like me you thought are gonna live in solitude and other people are gonna kill people for the fun of it. So now you were lying on the floor next to Bruce, Natasha and Tony trying to figure out where the stones are. Tony, Bruce and you were arguing about which place and time is the most convienent but Natasha broke your quabble. ''Guys, if you pick the right year there are three stones in new York'' ''Shut the fuck up'' ''You're a genius you know that right'' ''Whoah'' were the three things that were said in unison to her.

After five years you finally wore your suit again. The med pack on your bag felt familiar and you almost forgot how thick the leather was, the only bad side was that you now had to wear a mask. On your wrist was a watch and after twenty explanations from Tony you understood how to work with that thing, above your suit you wore another suit were you would timetravel in. You are going to travel with Tony, Scott and Steve to New York 2012 because Tony could help you with your suit when you didn 't knew how to work with it. ''Can someone please explain to me why I would have to wear a mask again?'' Actually you did know why, because the four of you didn't want to risk that 2012 Steve would regconise you. The Avengers and you were walking in unison and you guys formed a circle. Natasha and Steve looked at eachother and she said to him smiling: ''See you in a minute'' a machine whirred above you and you clicked on a button to summone your helmet and then you were shrinking.

It was a really weird experience to say atleast, your tummy was doing cartwheels and you felt your fingers (but not from your vibranium arm) tingling. You saw blue everywhere and it looked like honeycombs. You marveled at this, but then someone's elbow went into your ribs and you flew out of the orbit. Instead of going right with the others you went straight ahead. Shit, shit shit! But everything went so fast you didn't even had more time to think about it. A flash happend and you had your eyes shut. Your vibranium arm was stuck into something but not for long, whatever your arm was in was ripping and flew down with you. You could hear yells and cursing and then you fell on the ground. Well, not ground but on wood? You heard it crack underneath you and you thought you had fallen through the floor. Something is strange here, you didn't hear any cars, you didn't hear airplanes and you certainly didn't smell the fumes. You sniffed again, and you regconised it, it was salty and now your ears heard the soft waves of the ocean. You were on the ocean, you cracked one eye open and right in your face was a small man with dirt on his cheeks and wearing a mullet. ''Witch! A witch is on our ship!'' Fuck.

[waiting-for-motivation]

bloody flowers

summary: If your soulmate gets a wound or cut, flowers will bloom out of the same spot on your body.

pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam

warnings: soulmate au, flufffffffffff, angst and a happy ending

words: 1688

dean taglist: @akshi8278

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Flowers are something delicate and lovely. Blood on the contrary is rough and unpleasant. But those two are connected by the use of soulmates.

When one gets hurt, the other receives a flower. Their souls are related through unconditional love.

And when the injury slowly fades, the beauty of the flower will fade too. Because nothing lasts forever, except for soulmates. They are supposed to be together and will only get separated in death. And even then, they will meet in heaven soon.

Dean Winchester always thought that he would find his soulmate no matter what. That was until his mother died in a raging fire, and he lost all hope for true love.

He traveled through cities as well as villages and never found the other half of his soul. Years passed, hell and the apocalypse happened and Dean almost forget he had a soulmate.

Rarely, a small daisy or forget-me-not reminded Dean of his determined love. Unlike himself, his soulmate seemed to hurt themselves only occasionally. They must think really bad of him for having almost every second of his life an injury - and in their place a flower.

The case he is on with his brother Sam right now brought him another cut over his brow. While chewing on his delicious burger, Dean starts dreaming of his soulmate with a flower on their forehead. Maybe it‘s a rose or an orchid. One thing is clear to him: They must look gorgeous with the flower.

Quickly, Dean concentrates on the hunt again and tries to help Sam in finding out what they are dealing with. That‘s why he doesn`t notice the waitress taking his plate. She has got a little yellow pansy over her left brow.

Soon Sam and Dean figure out that they are hunting the norse goddess Frigg. They leave the small pub and drive to their motel room. Fortunately, they have got some wooden swords in the trunk of the Impala.

The younger Winchester falls asleep the moment his head meets the soft pillow. Dean has some troubles sleeping, he just lays in his bed and stares at the ceiling. It‘s not the hunt that burdens his soul.

After an hour his right arm starts to tickle and Deans green eyes stare at a pretty dahlia. What did his soulmate do now? Now the hunter for sure wont sleep tonight. He leaves his bed and the motel room as silent as possible.

Outside, Dean realizes it‘s raining but that wont stop him from taking a walk. He pulls the hood of his sweater over his blond hair and goes. The wind feels cold on his skin, at least it‘s autumn.

No one is on the streets and Dean is glad for it. He can think about his soulmate and the hunt alone. That is until he hears quick steps and locks eyes with a pretty female. They both stop in their steps.

Deans boots get wet in a puddle, but he doesn`t care because there is a flower over the girls brow where he has got a cut. His heart stops beating and the hunter widens his eyes.

The stranger seems to understand what he thinks. Slowly, she pulls the sleeve of her heavy coat to her elbow and reveals a plaster with red bloody spots. Dean does the same and shows her his dahlia.

Then nothing can hold them back anymore. They take quick steps towards the other and share a heartwarming hug. Dean rests his scrubby chin on top of her head, while the girl burrows her face in his jacket. His scent fills her nostrils and she sighs happily.

“I found you“, Dean whispers again and again and tears well up in his eyes. They roll over his cheeks when the girl looks at him. Finally, they both know what home feels like - being close to their soulmate.

Both breathe their names, introducing themselves before Dean leans down and presses his lips to the females. Her whole touch feels like utter love and affection.

They share quick kisses because they laugh in between them. Deans hands wander to (Y/n)s cheeks, while her hands are tangled in his hair.

The rain gets worse and soon the two soulmates are drenched. Both feel the coldness of the wind and water but chose to ignore it for some time. But the moment Dean opens his eyes after one rather intense kiss, he can see the girls body shaking.

“I share a motel room with my brother around here. It‘s not much, and we have to be quiet but I can give you dry and warm clothes there“, Dean says and sighs because the words sounded more innocent in his mind than actually pronounced. Now he sounds like he only wants to sleep with (Y/n). “I didn’t mean it like that!“

(Y/n) laughs and wipes a few droplets off his cheeks, not knowing which are his tears and which are the rain. She nods and takes one of the hunters hands, letting him lead the way to the hopefully warm room.

Once inside the motel room, the soulmates sneak to Deans bed. He gives (Y/n) a shirt as well as sweatpants which she takes to the bathroom where she changes out of her wet clothes. Meanwhile, Dean takes off his clothes too until he is only wearing his fortunately, dry boxers and shirt.

After (Y/n) left the bathroom, both lay down on Deans bed, pulling the sheets to their necks because they feel really cold. They cuddle, so they share some bodywarmth and quickly, the soulmates feel comfortable and warm.

“I can‘t believe I found you“, Dean whispers and presses a soft kiss to his loves lips. She smiles at him happily.

“I never thought it would be this intense to meet your soulmate. My mother once told me that it would feel like you are coming home from a very long trip. But it‘s more. I don‘t know you but yet I love you so deeply that I would sacrifice everything for you“, (Y/n) says and presses her nose against Deans.

Neither Dean nor his soulmate ever felt as quickly asleep as in this night. Sadly, they don‘t wake up the morning next to each other.

“Sam!“, Dean screams shortly after waking up and ripping the sheets from the bed while looking for (Y/n). She isn‘t there, not on the bed and not anywhere else in the motel room.

“Where is she?“

“Where is who?“

Sam who is still half-asleep sits up and watches his older brother run through the room. He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“(Y/n). My soulmate!“, Dean cries and finally stops next to his bed. His green eyes are fixed on one single flower on the mattress. The yellow pansy his beloved girl had on her forehead last night. But now it has blood on its petals.

“You must have had a dream“, Sam explains and gets out of bed, joining his brother and takes the pansy from the bed.

“I know where she is. Frigg took her“, Dean realizes and starts to get dressed as quick as possible. And even though Sam is still confused why his brother is convinced that a norse goddess took his soulmate, follows his tracks. “The soulmates of the two victims who went missing found a bloody flower on their beds, remember? And Frigg is some kind of goddess of love. Maybe she likes to destroy...soulmates.“

The drive is rough because Dean for once doesn’t care how he and his car will arrive at the cabin in the woods. When they finally arrive, the older Winchester grabs his wooden sword tight and charges inside.

“Dean“, his soulmate breathes relieved and hugs him after the hunter helped her out of the restraints. She cries because she thought the crazy lady would kill her.

“Where is Frigg?“, Sam asks after entering the cabin and looking for the goddess. She is nowhere to be seen until the door closes behind the Winchester, and she appears in the middle of the room.

“Oh, I knew you would come. Especially you Dean. You would never let your true love down“, Frigg says as she makes a small gesture and Sam gets slammed against the next wall, just like Dean. Both their wooden swords fall to the ground.

“The thing is, boys, I love love. It‘s something so beautiful about soulmates. Their connections go so deep and really like the feelings they have for each other. You could say those feelings are my favorit meal“, Frigg tells them and completely ignores (Y/n). The goddess believes she is harmless and innocent, so she turns around to a table.

The girl looks around, meeting Deans eyes because she doesn’t know what she could do to save him and his brother.

“I was there when god created soulmates. He needed my advice because he had no clue what love was, that silly boy“, Frigg talks and talks not minding what happens behind her.

“Sword. Heart“, Dean whispers with pain in his voice because he feels something heavy pressing against his chest. (Y/n) nods and quietly picks up the sword but the moment she turns around, Frigg does the same. Quickly, (Y/n) hides the wooden sword behind her back.

“Back to the little flower“, the goddess says as she walks towards (Y/n) with a bowl of herbs in her hands. There is a smile on her lips but it fades when she realizes her mistake.

Not like a good hunter would have done it, but like a soulmate who wants to save their other half, (Y/n) pushes the sword inside Friggs chest. The norse goddess takes a deep breath and then falls to the ground, just like Sam and Dean.

Immediately, Dean is at his soulmates side turning her around so that she doesn’t have to see the corpse. He leans his forehead against hers and places both his hands on her cheeks.

“Thank you“, the hunter says before kissing his determined love.

[octupus-on-the-moon]

A roommate

~Hi :l I know, I know, I'll update regularly my ass. The good news are, that i wrote a lot. My Star Wars obsession is back and i started to write a fic about it and I'm writing a Short Story about Sam. Sooo i got distracted. But I sat down yesterday and got some writing done here aaaand I made a Masterlist, linked over here. I shut up now, have fun ;)~

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Seventh part of a nightmare

Word count: 1542

Pairing: Bucky × Reader

Warning: Mental health issues

It was a long rough night. For both. The silences and darkness prevented Barnes from sleeping, he doze off a few times just to wake up, sweating and panting. Thinking about all the horrible things his Alter Ego did, what he did. Even though Bucky really wanted to stand up stretch a little and turn on the lights, but he did not, because he feared he might wake up y/n and needed to explain himself. So, he kept sitting on the cold floor, waiting for the sunrise.

On the other side of the door y/n, wasn´t having a better time either. The whole thing with her father was slowly driving her crazy. She replayed every single memory she ever had of him. And suddenly there were little but clear hints about his other life. Strange man in black suits, that came to visit them. Her dad every once in a while, disappearing for a few hours just to come back with a present, telling y/n that he had work to do outside. And the panic he managed to hide in front of everyone but her, when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and the media went wild. It started to make sense. Everything started to make sense. And it scared y/n, because a little part of her did not want it to be real. To calm herself down y/n was walking around the room, playing with her hair, picking on her skin. She was tempted to open the door, but on a second thought, y/n did not want to intrude in James’s space. She was already a burden enough.

Holding that thought y/n, decided to try and sleep. Under the blankets she stared at the ceiling. Y/n could hear almost anything that happened in the apartment. The quiet humming of the fridge. The steady leak in the bathroom sink. The fluttering of the curtain and obviously the sounds of the Big City, that came through the open window. The only thing she could not hear at all was James.

Finally, her curiosity won.

On tip toes y/n stood up and went to the door. Every little noise in this apartment could be heard from the bed. Everything but him. Was he meditating? Did he leave? Did he die from a strange disease from one moment to another? She was about to laugh about her own silly ideas. Preventing it by putting a hand over her mouth, while the other one slowly lowered the door handle. It opened easy without making any sound. Y/n took two light steps ahead and looked over the edge into the living room.

As she saw James leaning upright against the wall, she hid herself behind the wall. Nothing happened. Once again, she leaned over the edge. He did not move. He was sleeping. Y/n took a deeper look on to the scene before her. Mr. Nakajima’s Mattress was carefully placed on the wall, besides the TV. James was sitting on the opposite side of it, between the armchair and the only chair he had. The head straight up as if he were looking at the ceiling. Under the long-sleeved t-shirt, he was wearing, you could see the singular shapes of the metal arm. His legs stretched out in front of him wrapped in a dark blanket. The curtain was closed, but the window was open, so that the thin fabric flooded up every few moments and the street lights submerged the room in a strange light.

Y/n did not know how long she admired the scene. Every little detail consumed her in that quiet night. Then the magic broke.

James set himself up, struggling for air, gripping the blanket with one hand, putting the other one on his chest. Taking one heavy breath after the other. To just break down against the wall again. Y/n froze. She was not meant to see that, but she could not move without drawing his attention to her. Y/n kept observing the scene, that had lost all its charm. The room was cold, because of the wind that came through the open window. The furniture lost its shape, turning into threating shadows. In between, James suddenly seemed so small and lost. He forced his breath to slow down. It took him a few tries, and when he hesitantly drew his knees to his chest, something inside her broke. Her face grew cold. Eyes narrow, Lips pressed together. Her fist closed tight.

Even though she long thought of him as a monster, now she decided to make everyone pay, who was responsible for this. If this sudden feeling came, because it reminded her of someone long lost or because the person in front of her was scared child, instead of the strong Avenger she thought he became, did not matter.

James started to become more conscious of his surroundings as he calmed down. Y/n took the moment of confusion and escaped silently to her room.

The first rays of light from the morning sun, vanished the cold shadows of the moon. After sleeping a few hours, y/n got up of her bed full of zest for action. It was not enough sleep, but nothing that a good coffee could not solve. While she hurried to the bathroom, y/n noticed that James was still sleeping, rolled up in the same place she left him last night. With a smile she brushed her hair and teeth. Y/n planned a little surprise for him, that would work even better if he slept a little longer.

After y/n dressed up, made a good coffee, drank a cup and left a little note for James. She went out to buy some things for her host. The usual stuff. Food, easy to cook for one person; Some good wine; Toilet paper; soap, etc. As she passed a little Flower shop y/n had an idea and went inside.

 With all hands full of bags, she carefully balanced her way to the door of the apartment. Then it struck her. She did not have any keys. Rolling her eyes sighting, y/n slowly let all bags down to the floor. Taking a quick look on her wristwatch, that told y/n it was almost noon, she decided to knock.

Like the last time y/n heard some mumbling and quick steps behind the door. With the same sleepy face of the first time Bucky greeted y/n. When he registered all the bags on the floor, his face lit up in astonishment. It was a really long time ago someone went grocery shopping for him.

Y/n and Bucky brought everything to the kitchen, both equally excited about all the bags.

“Why and what did you buy?” Barnes asked with a soft smile and a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Oh, just some food aaaaand” Y/n was searching through the bags “Some little plants” she finished showing him a little pot with a tiny round cactus. “Because you need food and taking care of plants is fun, apart from the obvious fact that they look great”

“Wow” was the only response from Bucky. The little plants reminded him of Wakanda, they were not exactly goats, but y/n bought a lot of them so he would have enough to do every day.  

The Sunday rushed by between cocking their late-late-breakfast, eating and talking, repotting the plants, looking for the best place for all the little flowers, cactuses and little bushes and last but not least cooking their on-time-dinner. As the sun sets, both were sitting on the living room floor enjoying a bottle of wine, surrounded by little colorful pots.

“I didn´t think you could cook, it was delicious” Bucky commented looking down on the empty plates.

“Thank you. Yeah rich-girl-complex doesn´t work with me. I like doing stuff myself and I lived alone a few years.”

“Well, you really didn´t seem that kind of girl, but you also don´t seem that kind of girl that likes doing domestic tasks” He took a sip of his wine, without letting her out of sight.

“Good point, but I think that isn´t a gender-relevant-thing everyone should be able to take care of themselves”

“Agreed. I´ll cook the next time”  

“Agreed too, this place looks great by the way” Y/n praised as she took another look around the room.

“Yes, you were right plants do look fantastic” Bucky approved with a soft smile.

“Oh I bought something else” Y/n jumped up and went to the bedroom. He took another sip of his wine frowning. Then she came back with two Books “These two are my favorite” y/n explained holding them up “Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe from the Narnia Chronicles by C.S. Lewis”

“How did you? Never mind. Thank you” Barnes reached out for the books beaming as if it were Christmas. Y/n gave them to him, sitting down, studying his expressions. She was nervous at first, because she did not know if he would like them, but the smile told her everything. She relaxed, reaching for her glass.  

“Can we read them together?”  Bucky suddenly asked, after reading the backs and observing the covers awhile “No pressure, if you already…” His shy stutter got interrupted

“Of course”

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~I loved writing this one, it was really fun and I love its vibe. If I'm intruding too much into the reader character, I'm sorry, I'm really trying not to~

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Wilbur/Tommy/Quackity Lore

This is a tad late but it was very good and I love c!Wilbur so much man.

Wilbur meets Tommy in L’manhole where Tommy shows him all the stone he got. Wilbur tells Tommy that he forgot he asked Tommy to do that but has a new mission for them.

Wilbur found the book Quackity left him and wants to go see him in Las Nevadas. On the way there Wilbur sees Purpleds blown up UFO and describes exactly how the TNT would have been set up to make it blow up that way and how there are still half slabs there because they are more resistant than normal blocks.

The two make their way to Las NEvadas and meet Quackity where Wilbur asks Quackity if he can join (as he assumed the book Quackity left him was an invitation). Quackity declines saying that he knows what Wilbur did to L’manberg and he won’t allow that to happen to Las Nevadas. Wilbur is surprised and tries to convince Quackity saying that he has changed, he doesn’t lie anymore, he doesn’t even remember anything about TNT (which is a lie, see Purpleds UFO conversation), he tells Quackity that he knows things that could help, he’s run nations, he’s won elections but Quackity continues to turn him down.

Quackity tells Tommy he would love to discuss him joining the county but that Wilbur’s ‘services’ are not needed at the time.

Wilbur runs around asking what part of the land actually belongs to him. Wilbur eventually finds an area directly beside Las Nevadas that Quackity refuses to say if it is his or not, dodging the question.

Wilbur asks Tommy how much of the stone he has on him. Quackity and Tommy have a quick side conversation about Tommy stone mining prowess as Wilbur walks off and begins mining a tree saying he's “getting to work” when they question him.

Wilbur tells Quackity that it was lovely to see his nation and tells him that there's no point to capitalism without some healthy competition (aka Wilbur is gonna build a similar country right next to Las Nevadas).

Throughout the conversations with Big Q Wilbur consistently tells Tommy to get beside him.

Wilbur runs over to a section of beach and builds a little platform out of stone proclaiming it their new headquarters.

Quackity is offended but not comp[l;etley surprised, he seems to welcome the competition that WIlbur will bring. Even congratulating Wilbur, though in an underhanded way.

Tommy tells WIlbur that he doesn't want to start a country, that he want to go to Las Nevadas with Big Q but Wilbur brushes him off, saying they will talk about it later.

Quckity stops Wilbur saying that he should listen to Tommy and take his opinions into consideration as he talks over Tommy himself.

“You’re not listening to me, you’re speaking over my...”-Tommy

Quackity pulls Tommy over into a conversation.

“I have utter faith that Tommy will make the right decision”- Wilbur

Wilbur turns his back (still listening in the VC) and Quackity and Tommy chat.

Tommy asks Quackity about his eye and Quackity asks him if he has ever heard about the butcher army. Tommy says yes, but he’s just aware of the name. Quackity explains that he got it when they went to kill Techno. Tommy asks where he was at this point. “Cause if this was when I was in exile you’re meaning to tell me you out in all the effort to kill Techno instead of helping me? You know I needed help and no one came to see me”- Tommy

During this conversation Wilbur stays where he left them, making a few tools.

Quackity defends himself by saying that so many things happened when he was in exile and that he would love to sit down and discuss everything with Tommy later. From there he offers to haveTommy run the restaurants in the country.

At this point Wilbur messages Tommy asking if they’re done yet to which Tommy replies that Quackity is telling him about ‘scran’. Wilbur says that they have work to do and Tommy asks what he means by that.

Wilbur calls out, saying that they’ve had long enough, asking if they’re coming out.

Quackity makes sure that Tommy understands that he is allowed to join but WIlbur is not. Tommy asks for some space as he runs back over to Wilbur who questions Big Q “What are you doing to him?” then messages Tommy “is he going to hurt you?”.

Tommy replies “Dunno. I can take care of whatever”

At this Wilbur says that he’s coming over, running past Tommy and asking where Quackity is.

Wilbur tells Tommy that he heard the conversation between him and Quackity and asks him if he really believes what Quacktiy said to him. Wilbur says that if he joining with Quackity yes he will have a job but...it would be boring. “I’m not gonna stop you man but...you’re all I’ve got.”- Wilbur

Wilbur says that Jack is too busy with the hotel and Phil has got some new opinions regarding authority that he’s not thrilled about.

Wilbur says that he doesn’t want to make a country, he wants to make an HQ where they can be safe for once.

Wilbur tells Tommy that he deserves some safety and a sanctuary and he won't be able to get that in a casino, they’re all plastic and fake, the thing that has true security is family, blood.

Tommy says that he doesn’t want to make his mind up now but Will pressure him to make a decision. “Tommy I love a challenge, this is exciting.”- Wilbur

Wilbur says that this side of the river has safety. “If you chose Las Nevadas I’d never hurt you, I’d never want anything bad for you just know what you’ll be doing to me.”- Wilbur

Tommy tells Wilbur that he does want a place to feel safe, that he has been putting revenge first for too long (“I betrayed Technoblade and I just couldn’t admit it and I did the wrong thing with Tubbo. I can’t go against family anymore”- Tommy).

Tommy decides to stay with Wilbur.

Wilbur and Tommy decide to make a giant penis in the lake between their two areas.

Wilbur and Quackity begging to yell at each other all the bad things they have done to try and convince Tommy who he should join until Wilbur mentions the pit.

“Remember the pit Tommy, don’t trust people who would have fought you in the pit.”- Wilbur. Throughout this exchange Tommy is silent.

Quackity tells Tommy to remember, as he is building this new place with Wilbur, what happened to the last country they built together.

In their conversations Wilbur makes sure that where he is standing is taller than Quackity.

“He is my yang”- Wilbur

“Tommy you aren’t smiling...we won!”- Wilbur

Quackity comes over to where Tommy is standing and Wilbur runs to him, sword drawn telling him not to come towards Tommy. “Let me speak!”- Tommy

“I just don’t want him to hurt you”- Wilbur

“I can fend for myself you weren't here for a long time”- Tommy

Tommy says that they said they were gonna make him feel safe and he doesn’t. “That was weird, don’t do that”- Tommy. Wilbur says that he won't do it again but Quackity will.

Quackity apologizes, saying that this was unkind and offers them a tour.

Wilbur says that in the future that despite his and Quackity’s differences they will keep Tommy out of it. They begin the tour.

Aa they go along Wilbur tells Tommy that he takes back what he said, that he would be okay with Tommy working here as long as he still came to hang out with Wilbur.

They go over to use one of the gambling machines. Tommy loses Linda to the machine;

They head up the top of the tower. (A replica of The STRAT hotel in vegas. Just a tall tower. Kinda like the Seattle space needle.) Tommy mentions that this would be a good place to just jump off and end it all, causing Wilbur to freak out and tell him to get away from the edge.

Quackity and Wilbur go inside to find a place to sit and Quackity asks Wilbur how he is alive and Wilbur tells Quackity that he was swapped with Ghostbur.

They go to Tommy inside but he has fallen slightly down. Wilbur uses a water bucket to help him up “I’ve always got you Tommy” and they head inside to talk. Quackity says that he wants to pick Wilburs brain aging, just like the conversation after the debates. Wilbur says that he has lost everything but he wants to improve from his past mistakes.

Quackty asks who he’s seen since coming back.

Jack, Phil, Ranboo, Tommy, Quackity.

Wilbur says that there are more people he wishes he could see to tell them he;s alive and that he’s sorry.

Quackity asks what Wilburs plans for the future is, mentioning that Tommy doesn't have to make a choice in his place yet.

Tommy interjects talking about how easy it would be to live in Las Nevadas but that it would be too relaxed, he doesn’t want to sit and run a food stand “Wilbur get’s things done.”

Quackity says he respects Toimmy’s decision but he wants him to know that this is not L’manberg, this is something else.

Wilbur goes into full facecam and types something out.

Tommy says that he still wants to be around Las Nevadas, just doesn;t want to be involved in the contracts and such.

Quackity once again asks about the revival. Wilbur says that Dream brought him back, Tommy interrupts saying that Dream didn’t just bring Wilbur back, he killed Ghostbur. Wilbur says that Dream is one of the people he wants to thank, “he saved me, he’s my hero.”

Quackity asks when this happened and Wilbur says that Ghostbur has been in limbo for almost three years, that every day is a month there.

Quackity quietly says that this must have been after his visit he then tells Wilbur outwardly that he has been visiting Dream. “He must love that!”- Wilbur

Tommy tells Wilbur that the prison is where he died, that Dream killed him to prove a point. Wilburt tells Quackity that eh needs to find Dream as Quackity informs them that the security measures on Dream have been increased

[at the same time]

“Sam's a fuckhead.”- Tommy

“There’s a warden?”- Wilbur

Quackity explains how you get to see Dream and seems surprised that TOmmy didn’t tell Wilbur.

“You’ve been going to torture the shit out of [Dream] I’ve heard.”- Tommy to Quackity

Quacity asks how Tommy knows about this.

Wilbur asks if going through the visitation was how he was resurrected. Wilbur then tells Quakcity that it has been lovely but he has to go, “I have work to do”.

Wilbur begins to run off so that he can go to the prison to thank Dream. Tommy tells him that he can’t do that.

“If you don’t want me to visit Dream, genuinely, I won’t, but you gotta let me.”- Wilbur.

Wilbur tries to convince Tommy by saying that this is just him tying off loose ends, but Tommy knows what happened when you try and see Dream ‘for the last time’.

Wilbur says that they will talk next time.

“What could go wrong in a prison.” (Wilbur ends stream)

[justonecitizenoftheearth]

How to screw up an ending. Big time.

I am devastated by Supernaturals finale. Really. Devastated. I´m just going to vent a bit, I need to get this out of my system.

For one thing, the homophobia is blatantly obvious, terrifying and sad. Supernatural could have made history with this finale. They could have written their own redemption arc for queerbaiting and proven that things change and proven that this really is the 21. century and that two male characters can be in love with each other, because people being not straight happens. Nope. None of that, they did the bare minimum to prevent the send-your-gays-to-super-hell-and-leave-them-there-trope and that´s it. No reaction from Dean, no reuning, nothing. NOTHING! I am writing original content and one of my main concerns for my work is to be inclusive. I try to not only represent LGBT+ characters, but also neurodivergent and disabled characters, characters that suffer from and overcome drug addiction and characters from multiple cultures while showing the problems of cultural centrism and colonialism (I don´t know how good my work actually is, but I´m trying my best). The thing is, I´m really disillusioned and I´m afraid that my work is never gonna get published as it is, because people who make big decisions are clearly not interested in representation. And it hurts.

And then there is Dean dying on a hunt. Just like that and it doesn´t make sense. Apart from the about 100.000 things wrong with the scene itself, this character death eradicates 15 years of character development and WHAT IS THIS? After EVERYTHING they have done, after eveything they´ve accomplished, after every defeat and sacrifice and starting from scratch again, after they defeated heaven, hell, the devil, the darkness and god himself they´re finally free and what happens?? Dean dies on a simple hunt like it´s 2005 and none of it mattered. Yeah, heaven might be great. You know what´s great, too? Getting the life you´ve deserved after fighting for your freedom for one and a half decades! You know what´s great, too? A FUCKING AMBULANCE; BECAUSE A RUSTY NAIL IS NO WAY TO GO OUT FOR THE GREATEST HUNTER WHO EVER LIVED! This ending for Dean Winchester would have made sense, like, in the pilot. Dean dying in the house of the Woman in White and Sam going back to Jessica, but at no point after that would that ending be satisfactory. 

I want to add at this point that even though this episode was terrible, I´m not happy with people calling it “incestous” or something like that either, because male characters being physically close to each other and showing their feelings is also very underrepresented in media. Talking toxic masculinity. Yeah, you are allowed to tell your brother, whom you have raised and with whom you have spent your life, that you love him. Because you do. And you are allowed to hug him and rest your forhead against his, too. Even though your death is POINTLESS AND PREVENTABLE.

Castiel not being back immediately, because the empty is kind of a big deal, I can live with. It would take effort, sure, which would make the reunion all the sweeter (which he deserved, for Jack´s sake!). But it makes no sense, none at all, that Eileen isn´t back. And now that Chuck is gone, there is nothing in this world that would keep Sam and Eileen from being together. NOTHING! Charlie and Stevie should be back, Bobby should be there, everyone should be back! BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU TOLD US WHEN JACK BECAME GOD! HE COULD BRING BACK PEOPLE! What is this even? Apart from the,  depressingly blatant, misogyny, it doesn´t make sense narratively. Which is a poor way to go out for a show like this, that managed to go back through the seasons  again and again pick up loose ends and tie them up. Why?

And now we come to my final point. Supernatural did Dean dirty, it did Cas dirty, it did everyone dirty. Including Sam Winchester. I have a very special connection to this character, hell, I named myself after Sam Winchester. Only to see him live a life without happiness, without friends, without his brother, without any of the things that make Sam who he is. He didn´t smile once. He did what he was told, living the boring, Metatron-like “find-a-woman-and-get-babies” life. Sam. Who, since he was born, was looking for his own way in life. Whose catchphrase is “there has to be another way”. Who went through 15 years of character development, too. Who overcame his demon blood addiction. Twice. Who saved a girl in a mental hospital while dying from insomnia. While battling his hallucinations of Lucifer. Who chose to let Lucifer in his own body and throw himself into the cage to safe the world. Who was smart and loyal and kind. Who learned to trust himself and didn´t give up, even when he wanted to. And to watch this character live out 40 years of a surface-level “normal life” with nobody around who understood his trauma, who knew what he´d been through, without his friends and brother ... without a purpose other that “raise a kid, because that is what you do with your life”. That was terrible. That hurt so much. And it will for a while yet.

Well, that´s that. I have nothing more to say. There is nothing more to say. We´ll just have to ... well ... carry on. 

[laughablelament]

Wincestmas - Day 9 aka Day 3

Wow, I´m so far behind, it´s not even funny...Ah well, here´s one more which means there´s still three more gifts coming your way! :D 

Wishing you the most beautiful of days! <3

***

“Sam!” Dean growls at the bathroom door and tries the handle for the millionth time. “You´ve been in there for thirty-fucking-five minutes, dude. Stop primpin’ and get your ass outta here!”

No answer, only a distant thump, and so Dean takes a few steps back, rolls his shoulders, gets into position.

“Don´t make me come in there and get you.” He calls, his last warning. This is not the first door he´s kicked in to get to Sam, and it will most certainly not be the last.

This time, Sam doesn´t let him get that far.

“What the hell do you think your doing, Dean?” The gap in the door is just wide enough for Sam to glare at Dean, and it´s clear from the way Sam´s holding himself that he has no intention of letting Dean enter. “Five more minutes, okay? Go order some food, or something.”

“Already did that.” Dean looks him up and down critically, takes in Sam´s naked torso, the slight flush on his cheeks. He frowns, asks “You´re not injured, are you?”.

“Not even a scratch.” Sam says with an eye roll, and then his head disappears behind the door again.

Unfortunately for him, Dean is fucking fast when he needs to be.

“Tell me what´s wrong.” Dean demands through pain- gritted teeth, fighting the impulse to draw his foot back. Shit. He´d totally forgotten that he´d already taken his boots off.

“I´m fine, Dean.” Sam insists, like that sentence alone is not enough to make every hair on Dean´s body stand on end. Sam must´ve come to the same conclusion, because he sighs and takes a step back, allows Dean to open the door and inspect him from head to toe.

Sam certainly looks fine, Dean thinks, barley biting back the leer that´s pulling at the corners of his lips. He looks healthy, has even gained a few pounds during the last two months, and what bruises he has are either already fainting or have very deliberately been put there by Dean himself. Sam´s wearing boxers, no shirt, but he´s clean and still a bit damp from the shower.

And yet… Dean´s instincts are on red alert, and he´ll be damned if doesn´t find out what the hell is wrong with his brother.

“You done?” Sam asks, eyebrows raised, nervously fidgeting with a strand of his hair, and it´s only then that Dean takes a closer look at the mess on top of Sam´s head.

“Shit, Sam. What the hell happened to your hair?”

**

“Werewolf guts.” Dean declares five minutes later as he carefully picks another bloody piece out of Sam´s hopelessly knotted hair. “Damn, Sam, you´re all messed up. Why didn´t you call me sooner?”

“I was gonna do it myself.” Sam grumbles, but Dean doesn´t miss the way he leans into each touch like a goddamn kitten. “And stop eyeing the scissors. No cutting unless it´s absolutely unavoidable.”

“I´d never even dream of it.”

Dean gently disentangles knot after knot. Frowns, when his comb hits something a little more solid, his expression quickly morphing into a disgusted grimace when it turns out that something looks suspiciously like a human tooth. Fuck. Who knew that werewolves apparently like to supplement their diet with other human body parts. Ugh.

It takes them a lot of patience and even more cursing, but fifteen minutes later, Dean is done and Sam´s hair is as smooth and free of monster guts as it ever has been.

"All done.” Dean says and presses a kiss to Sam´s forehead. “I don´t know about you, but I think I´ll need another shower.”

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Omg, another blue-ribbon effort, thank you so much!

(For the record, you certainly don't have to keep doing these, though of course you can! Your writing is bright, tight and creative, and holy wow you GET ME! 😊 See the tags for more screaming.)

[angelstrenchcoat-67]

One Last Round

Pairing: None, just good old Team Free Will fighting the good fights.

Warnings: A lot of angst, like a lot.

Summary: The Winchesters always dreamed of the day they didn´t have to worry of a monster killin an innocent person, or when there would be no next big thing to threaten the entire human race. After years of fighting, there is nothing they wouldn´t do to achieve this.

“This is it” Sam sighs as he and Dean stand outside the bunker, ready to climb in the black slick chevy impala that´s now used to the rough drives, like the one they are about to go. You can see some scratches from previous hunts, there are a couple of dents after many beatdowns it has received, but it´s still standing strong, ready to take the Winchesters to their next adventure.

“No chick flick moments, Sammy, you know this” Dean grunts as he closes the back of the car with a loud bang. “You´ll start crying, then I will have to craddle you like I used to do when you were two. It´s gonna be awkward but I´ll do it”

“Can you stop being so Dean for a couple of seconds of your life and acknoledge that we are about to go on the biggest fight of our life?” Sam huffs, even though he is used to his big brother´s jokes by now. “The war to end all wars”

“We can´t get ahead of ourselves” Dean gives Sam a quick glance before walking over to the driver´s side. “Let´s just do what we do best and hope for a win”

“Do you think Cas is gonna be able to convice God to show up?” Sam raises his eyebrow as he gets in his usual spot next to Dean, the seat already shaped with his form. “He hasn´t been helpful to be exact”

“Well, if he shows up, it´ll give us a better shot at finally taking down Lucifer” Dean starts the engine, the usual purr of the impala rumbling underneath their feet. “But if he doesn´t, then we will do our best. Like old times, just you and me and baby”

“Dean, we have to talk about something first” Sam bites his lip, knowing he is about to bring up the topic they´ve been avoiding. “If-”

“Don´t, Sammy” Dean shakes his head as he starts to move the car towards the road. “Just don´t”

“If something happens to one another” Sam ignores him. “You have to promise, we won´t try to bring each other back”

“Sam-”

“Dean, many of the fights and the monsters, they came as a consecuence of us willing to sacrifice anything in order not to lose each other” Sam tries to look for his brother´s eyes. “We have to stop this cicle, this is the end, and we have to accept that one of us might not make it”

“Can we not do this right now, Sam?” Dean tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Can we just not talk about one of us dying and just enjoy this as we did the first hunts? Just for now”

Sam knows Dean too well, so he just nods before opening the glove box to retreive all the cassettes that Dean has stashed there through the years. “Like the old times”

A couple of seconds later, Carry On My Wayward Son starts playing through the speakers, causing Dean´s finger to match the rythm against the wheel. “It´s been a while since I heard that song”

“Do you want me to change it?” Sam asks, ready to skip the song. 

“No, leave it” Dean starts humming along so Sam sits back, letting himself loose as the impala rolls them down the road, under the darkness of the night.

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“Hey, buddy” Dean reaches Sam´s side as he brings his hand to look at the bleeding gash in Sam´s abdomen. “It´s just a scratch, I´ll ask Cas to patch you up”

Dean knew Sam had to be the one to take down Lucifer, because even though Dean hated him, the damage that he caused on Sam was something that he was still healing from. But know Sam´s laying in his arms, pale and cold as he tries to hold his eyes opened.

“Dean, no” Sam reaches for his brother´s hand. “Don´t”

“Sam, I’m not letting you die, and certainly not over a scratch. You´ve survived so much more, this is not how we go down” Dean shakes his head, anger lacing his words.

“We are saving the world, Dean” Sam coughs up a little, blood coming out of his mouth. “This is how I want to go down”

“Just stop it, just hold on Sammy” Dean looks around for Cas or Jack or whichever angel is around to help out. “I promise I´ll take you to Disneyland after this, I will even let you get a freaking puppy. Hell, I promise I won´t try to cut your hair again”

“Dean, shut up” Sam grabs Dean´s hand in his. “You promised”

“I didn´t actually” Dean smirks, trying to make the situation less serious. 

“We...” Sam struggles to speak “We can´t keep doing this”

“Yeah we can because I´m supposed to look after you, I´m supposed to protect you. It´s you and I, together, until the end of the line” Dean knows he is alrady crying, because this is Sammy. His Sammy.

“This is the end of the line, Dean” Sam closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath. 

“No no no, stay with me” Dean shakes his brother´s head, causing his eyes to open again. 

“You won´t even let me die in peace” Sam laughs a little until it hurts. “Jerk”

“Bitch” Dean smiles through the tears before bringing his little bother closer to him. He wraps his arms around Sam, holding him tighter so he knows he is not alone. He stays like that as Sams breathing slows down until he gives one last big sigh. And something in Dean dies, so he knows his brother is no longer there.

Dean wants to cry, he wants to scream but he knows that Sam wouldn´t want that, Sam would tell him to use that anger to finish what they started, to finish the mission. And he will, whatever it takes.

----

“Don´t you fucking dare, Samantha” Dean stops Sam before he can make another move. “Remember, driver picks the music-”

“Shotgun shuts his cakehole” Sam rolls his eyes, seating back on his side. “You seriously need to update your music collection, Dean”

“To that crap people now call music? No, thank you” Dean shakes his head as Hit of The Moments echoes through the car. “I prefer good old Led Zeppelin than whatever those kids are listening to”

“You like Taylor Swift” Sam points out, laughing as he remembered the time Dean was turned into his teen self.

“That’s because everyone loves T Swift, dude” Dean presses a button near the radio and then Shake it Off starts blasting through the car.

Cas smiles as he watches the through the tiny window at the door. He misses them, every day more than the one before, but he’a glad they are together because if there’s a pair that deserves a heaven together is those two.

“Ready?” Jack appears behind him, his soldier suit fitting him better now.

“Ready” Cas nods before closing the window. They both walk away from the white door that reads 'D.W. S.W.' like it still does in the parked impala that’s at Jody’s.

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I know it’s short but I hope you like this❤️ my heart is aching. Sorry if there are some spelling errors.

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[idabbleincrazy]

Safe

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Gabriel. Reader, Sam, Dean, Cas (mentioned)

Word Count: 1300+ (oops)

Warnings: angry!reader, depowered!Gabriel, angst-ish, pre-smut, implied smut, dom!reader undertones(?) 

Summary: Gabriel shows up on a hunt while low on Grace even though Reader had told him not to. this is the aftermath. 

A/N: gift fic for @thewhiterabbit42 sorry its late but hopefully this was worth the wait. 

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“Yeah, that is a gun in my pants, but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to see you.” Gabriel said before you had a chance to speak. You had pulled him into a bone-crushing hug once the shock of the last few minutes wore off. Now, as the adrenaline faded, you were just angry. Angry and hurt.

“The only reason you even needed that gun in the first place is because your mojo is nearly drained right now. That’s why I told you not come on this hunt with us. You…you could have been killed, Gabriel!” You were practically shouting now.

Gabriel had the sense at least to look properly abashed at your admonishment. His brow furrowed in embarrassment and he let out a soft sigh. “Look, I’m sorry I scared you, really. Can we please finish this talk when we get back to the bunker? I’d really rather not hash things out in front of Brothers Grimm over there.”

“Oh, you better believe we’re finishing this when we get back! I am no where near through with you, Feathers. Of all the…” you threw your hands up and finished on a growl before turning on your heel.

You stalked over to where Castiel and the Winchesters stood by Baby. Sam looked over at you questioningly as you wordlessly climbed into of the backseat of the Impala. The look you flashed back made it clear that you were not in the mood for questions. Gabriel said something to Castiel before he got in on the other side. Sam and Dean got into the front seats and you watched silently as Cas vanished, no doubt heading off to the bunker ahead of you.

You had hoped you would have been able to use him as a buffer between you and Gabriel on the ride back. Instead you stared out the window the entire trip, your anger fueled by the images that were stuck on replay in your mind. You couldn’t believe he actually showed up after you’d all but begged him to stay back. You knew that if he came with you, you’d be too worried about him to focus on the hunt, and that was exactly what had happened. You had been paying too much attention to what he was doing every second that you had almost let the witch get the best of you. Luckily the boys had been there to finish her off and Cas had been able to heal up the knife wound you had sustained.

An hour later, you were still fuming when the car pulled into the bunker’s garage. You climbed out after Sam, slamming the door behind you and ignoring Dean’s offended shout. You stomped through the winding hallways to the room you shared with Gabriel. Another slammed door. You contemplated locking it, knowing he didn’t have the Grace to open it. You decided against it; he would probably just convince Sam to pick the lock anyway. You stood there, arms crossed as you waited for Gabriel to come through the door.

The second he did, you bounded on him. Without his Angel powers, your training made you an even match for his strength. That, coupled with his surprise enabled you to push him back, pushing the door closed behind him as you did. Your hand clutched at the fabric of his shirt, keeping him flush against the door. The anger in your eyes kept him silent, his hands up in surrender. He knew better than to attempt any snarky jokes at a time like this. He knew how fierce you could be when your emotions were in control.

You stared him down for a few seconds until you felt the anger starting to ebb, slowly being replaced by the hurt you felt that he had gone against your wishes. That he had put himself in harm’s way without thought to how you would feel. So much could have gone wrong tonight, much more than just a leg wound. Before Gabriel could process your movements, you had crushed your lips to his.

The hand not fisted in his button up moved up to tangle in his honeyed locks as your tongue swiped across his lips, demanding entrance. Surprised by the sudden turn of events, his lips parted without hesitation, his hands lowering to grasp gently at your sides. You deepened the kiss and let what was left of your anger pour out into him. Your hands clenched tighter and you closed what space was left between you, desperate to feel the warmth of him against your skin. You kissed him until you needed to come up for air. You broke the kiss reluctantly, resting your forehead against his as you panted.

“You could have died”, you spoke shakily. “I could have lost you tonight, again. Did you even consider that before you pulled that stunt? Did you even think about how I would feel if you had died out there? I…”

Your voice broke and your words trailed off as you fought back tears. Gabriel’s hands squeezed your waist, one of them coming up to caress your cheek, wiping away a tear that slipped past your lashes. “Sugar, I’m sorry. Truly. It wasn’t like that, I promise. I know you didn’t want me on the hunt, but I couldn’t stay here. I can’t not be there to protect you. Please, forgive me. I just couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. But you did anyway, and it’s all my fault.”

You leaned into Gabriel’s touch, sighing in resignation. You could hear the pain and guilt in his voice. How could you stay mad at him when he was so sincere? He had shown up tonight for the same reason you had wanted him to stay home. You both just wanted the other to be safe. You let go of his shirt, your now free hand cupping his face as you kissed him again, slowly this time. You let him take the lead, knowing he needed this as much as you did.

Gabriel met no resistance when his tongue flicked out, testing the waters. Your lips parted immediately, desperation building. This time the kiss was less hurried, but just as passionate, sending shivers straight to your core. His hand moved from your cheek to wind in your hair, the other hand sliding around you and pulling you up against him. You could feel his arousal through his jeans and you moaned into his mouth, the feel of him against your thigh driving out any other thought.

You backed away from the door, dragging him with you until the backs of your knees bumped against the bed. You pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull off your t-shirt, looking up at Gabriel. You gaze was met with a fire you were sure matched your own. You made quick work of ridding him of his shirt before laying down on the bed, pulling him with you.

“I love you, so much, y/n. I’m so sorry about tonight. You got hurt, because of me. I’m so, so sorry.” Gabriel peppered your neck with kisses as he spoke, hands everywhere he could reach. “Please forgive me, y/n. I don’t ever want to lose you. I just wanted to protect you.”

Your hands rubbed up and down his back, trying to soothe the frantic Angel above you. “Of course I forgive you, Gabriel. I only got upset because I was scared. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I can’t lose you again, Gabriel. I barely survived it the last time. I love you, Gabe. I love you.”

You let his touch ground you as you lost yourself to the love that flowed from his fingertips, your thoughts running on an endless loop. He was here, he was safe.

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[sincewereahoe]

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The air conditioning in Sam’s shared apartment was blasting through the dingy window. He knew he needed to turn it off or else his roommate was going to rip him a new asshole for the electric bill. 

Sam had tried to argue that he would pay a little more on the bill if it meant they could keep it running on days like this when the New York heat was sweltering, but alas it never had worked. So instead Sam walked over to the fridge and made himself a big glass of ice water and took a few more moments in front of the breeze, his hair swirling on his forehead, before turning it off. 

Back into the living room Sam went to the small desk in the corner that served as his tiny office space. He was packing up his bag for work when he noticed the stack of five TIME magazines peeking out between the wall and desk. Seeing the stack he recalled his trip down to Washington the week before and how he’d promised to mail one, but that was before he found out some information he wasn’t prepared for. 

Picking up a copy of the magazine he ran his hand over the cover and debated. He was either going to send it or he wasn’t. 

He spent far too long thinking about it before he knew he was going to be late for work. With his mind still undecided he shrugged and stuffed it inside his bag, saying he would decide later.

After a long and way too sweaty walk for nine in the morning, Sam arrived at his little cubical on the 37th floor. 

He began pulling out his things again and as he did his finger brushed the spine of the magazine, and he hovered. Slowly pulling it out he laid it on the desktop and looked at it again, the cover a second skin to him. 

Taking a deep breath he stood up and went to the supply closet. Within five minutes and a quick Google search the mailer envelope was sealed and ready for postage, but it didn’t feel finished. 

Grabbing a sharpie Sam pulled the lid with his teeth. 

“You wanted a copy.” He wrote before shoving it back in his bag to mail after work. 

A YEAR AND A HALF LATER. 

Approaching the check-in desk Same gave his name and the lady reached into a big bin and handed him an envelope that was heavy. Walking with his head down he pulled out a press badge that also had extended access backstage. 

Inside it was empty of people but yet very busy. People with headsets were running around with a look of panic and stress, and others cameras - a lot of cameras, now which included the one around Sam’s neck. 

Quickly he took a few pictures before calling the number in the email he had been sent the night before. The call that lasted no longer than ten seconds, as Same was quickly was told where to go. 

Sam didn’t really know what exactly he was supposed to be doing here. He was asked to cover the event, given as much unlimited access he could receive and told by his boss to “cover the candidates”. 

“That’s not vague.” Sam thought to himself when he was told by his boss, but now that he was here at the event he really was lost on exactly what he was supposed to do. 

Eventually he was guided into a room and told that it was the Senator from Arkansas green room. He walked around introduced himself a few times until he found the campaign manager. Talking a few moments Sam found out that all the candidates had been briefed on Sam’s role, which was annoying to Sam because he didn’t even understand his role, but when the manager said everything was free access to Sam but would need approval. Finally Sam a better idea - he was here to capture the campaign with pictures, with the unique perspective of all access to every candidate, aside from one, of course. 

So Sam did what he felt was right. Spending a view minutes in the room he took a few pictures to try and capture the persona of the Senator, which honestly, was impossible. The Senator was about as interesting as a postage stamp - formal, cornerstone of American symbolism, but entirely forgettable and outdated. Sam knew there was no way this guy even had a chance.

Sam nonetheless captured a significant amount of pictures of the room and Senator, going almost unnoticed as the sentiment was supposed to be he wasn’t even there - a behind the scenes look to show the candidates in a personable way. Eventually thought, Sam felt there wasn’t much more to be seen. 

Roaming back out into the behind the stage area he slowly made his way around, stopping into another candidates room and leaving again shortly after because the amount of loud accents in that room was making his head ache. 

Veering off to the side Sam was peeking out beyond the stage as people were testing the sound and lights. Using his long lense Sam was taking a picture of the domino podiums when he heard a familiar voice, the sound of it brought back flashes of crystal and a red lipped white smile. 

 Turning to the sound he saw a small group marching their way quickly through the backstage, as he expected there she was. 

Elegant and refined, only a little older from the last time he’d seen her but she was still the same. The only thing that made her look like she had aged was the deep line of concentration as she listened to the woman on her right,  her small team trailed behind. 

Quickly Sam jumped down from the rafting and followed to see where her room was. Even if it had been over a year since the state dinner he still was so interested in her. The guilt for still feeling that way gave Sam this overwhelming turmoil each time he has searched her name or watched her on T.V., but he told him it was innocent. It really didn’t mean anything. Right? 

Watching where they scampered off to Sam saw it was at the end of the hall, pushed way into the back. Surely that was reflecting the polling. He slowly followed but then noticed the name on the door of another room, the candidate with the greatest potential to win the nomination over the current President. 

It was the wild west in the Republican party. 

Sam knew he had to get some coverage, he would get a second asshole from his boss if he didn’t so he sighed and entered the room. 

The room was chaos, a type of frenzy that made his own anxiety go through the roof. People weren’t yelling or running but there was this type of heightened energy in the room that felt so unnecessary. Sam kept his back to the wall, but talked around to those who noticed him or questioned his presence. It seemed everyone who asked had been expecting him. 

Trying to get as much content as he could Sam keep himself in the room as long as possible but he kept circling the room, walking near the door only to tell himself to stay. This was important, he should stay, but for some reason there was a feeling in body telling him that this was not the place to be. 

This wasn’t important. 

Finally on the fourth loop and many candid picture later Sam finally allowed himself to slip out of the room and down the hall. He brushed passed people and finally reached the door with her name taped up on the door. 

He ran his fingers through his hair before knocking. 

There were a few moments of calmness before the door unlocked and a woman with brown curly hair opened it up. Sam knew who she was, and yet had never met her. Quickly he changed that and introduced himself, explaining who he was. 

“Ah! Yes, for TIME. Come on in.” 

Following her inside he came around and found the most important person in the current room. He didn’t speak but only looked, wondering if from one look she remembered him. 

She was sitting in the makeup chair with her lips parted as she leaned forward, white teeth peeking out as someone applied the red lipstick that had become a symbol for her recently. 

He knew why that red lipstick had become such an iconic look for her. He’d known it before anyone. It resembled class, femininity, power, and the one thing that no one wanted to admit, the power of sex appeal. Sam knew that better than anyone at the moment as he watched her through the mirror, her eyelids dropped as the colour was painted on her. 

Aysha Mathis, the lady with curly hair and Theadora’s campaign manager, pointed around the room and was telling him information. He should have been listening to but he couldn’t help himself. His eyes, even with all the people inside the room, were still flickering back to one person. 

At this point there was no way she hadn’t noticed his presence, and he knew she didn’t care to look at what she assumed was probably another stranger. 

With her eyes still lowered and waiting for the makeup artists to be finished, Sam didn’t even bother to look away now. That was until her eyes popped up. 

Panic flushed through Sam as she directly looked at him, her green eyes were looking at no one else but him in the room. 

He’d been caught, blatantly so, and yet he wasn’t able to pull his eyes away fast enough. The seconds she held his eyes was too long. 

Sam was finally able to pull his eyes away, his cheeks flushing hard so he immediately he threw himself into listening to what Aysha was saying, but all he could think about was how dumb he felt. One look and she made him feel like a fool. Sam was in so much deeper than he realized, because he didn’t even think he felt anything for her. But the reality was - she terrified him. 

The good terrified. The type that haunted him in the present but the type that he would dream about in the future when he was all alone with only his thoughts. 

The type of complex dream that would terrified him by the excitement of her again. 

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“These are good Sam. Well done.” 

Sam was sitting on the hotel bed only in an old T-shirt boxers and sock, the T.V placed on mute, and his laptop warm on his lap as he spoke to his editor. 

“Good content of the Governor. I really like how these are more personable.” 

Sam kept listening but was just happy he had given what they wanted. “And these ones of,” there was a pause as clearly his editor was scrolling through the files, “Theadora Simpson.” 

Now Sam was interested. 

“I like them, they’re almost… intimate.” There was another pause before his editor chuckled. “It doesn’t hurt she’s fucking beautiful.” 

Sam continued to wait, listening to the commentary. 

“You make her look almost presidential.” 

Sam took an uncomfortable breath. “Well… I mean.” 

The editor laughed. “Yeah, I guess after tonight,” there was another pause, “she wasn’t half bad was she? I’d be lying if I wasn’t impressed slightly. She’s interesting, isn’t she?”

“She is.” 

“You know, she might be one to watch? She seems far too young, crazy young to be even running for president yet alone even be considered. And a woman, fuck a single woman! And yet…” 

There was a long pause on the phone. Both knew what they had watched that evening, but were unsure how to articulate it. It was like a phenomena, she went against all the rules, and yet still managed to dripped republican red. 

Sam and his editor moved on from the topic after the long pause and continued before giving goodbyes. Turning off his laptop Sam set it to the side before turning off the lights and pushing down into the bed, only the light from the muted T.V illuminating the room. 

Reaching for the remote Sam was ready to turn it off but suddenly a her face was on the screen appeared and he unmuted quickly to listen into the commentators. 

“Theadora Simpson, the youngest person to run for a presidential nomination, ever.”

One of the commentators jumped in right away. “Who the heck is this girl?” 

Immediately the panel jumped into her education, merdits, experience. All heavily divided as pictures of Theodora standing at the outer edge of the podiums came in and out, symbolizing were she stood within the polling.

Most of the commentators tried to pass her off, crediting her nothing more than an juvenile nobody. Someone with so little experience that is was humorous for her to think she could run. 

As Sam watched them tear her apart, Sam couldn’t help but silently defend her, sometimes talking as if they could hear her. 

“Well no shit Jeb she doesn’t have as much as experience, she’s not a hundred and about to croke.” 

“That is not what she meant when she said that and you know that!” 

Sam’s comments flowed out as he listened to them try and downplay the performance she had, because it wasn’t the performance the media had expected. It wasn’t until one of the commentators spoke up and all of them fell silent. 

“Listen, listen, sure, yes she’s young and doesn’t hold that much experience. However, none of us can deny that she didn’t make an impression tonight. She was not timid, she spoke to a lot of values that are Republican, and did not alienate potential democratic swing voters.  She was aggressive, but had a sense of humour and youth that none of her male counterparts had, and yes, that’s a point at the gender. She’s the only female up there which will get her attention. She is well educated, and managed to hold her ground. And I know you guys keep going on about how inexperienced she is and how she holds no creditantial but let me remind you, neither did our current president. Furthermore, we just spent the last fifteen minutes talking about her which is more than we did with any of the other candidates tonight. So as much as you all want to pass her off and say she’s not worthy of our attention… I think she has it regardless if you like it or not.”

A silence fell over the commentators as Sam grinned watching their faces, unable to deny it. 

TWO WEEKS LATER

Sam was perched at a coffee table at one of the places in his neighbourhood on a Sunday. He was going through notes and preparations he had for the upcoming week, his hands stressfully running through his hair as he felt overwhelmed. 

Suddenly his phone began to ring and he checked the number, which he did not recognize but he answered anyways. 

 “Hello, is this Sam O'Bray?” The voice sounded familiar, but not familiar enough to recognize who. 

“This is him,” he said as he held the phone casually with his shoulder as he typed away on the laptop. He was in the middle of a sentence when his fingers froze. 

“This is Aysha Mathis. Campaign manager for Theodora Simpson.” Sam grabbed his phone. “We saw the pictures you took last week and I was wondering if you had a moment to talk.”

Sam thickly swallowed, letting too many silent moments pass before answering. Something about this didn’t feel good. 

“I do.”

[imaginetonyandbucky]

Over-protective Avengers, with Rhodey in first line, are blocking Bucky when he want to stay alone with Tony. Ofc Tony isn't aware, and Bucky doesn''t know if he should kill them or be thankful that they care for Tony. Brownie points if Steve is in Rhodey's team.

How to get away with (murder) Tony - Chapter 1 of 2

“Ithought you had that briefing with General Whatshisname like…five minutes ago?”Tony squints at Rhodey from the other side of the dining table.

“Hecan wait,” the Iron Patriot shrugs, sending a meaningful look Bucky’s way.

IfBucky wasn’t so hungry, he would gladly give up his PB&J sandwiches andsmear them all over the Colonel’s smug face.

“Soyou can finish your breakfast? Wow, Rhodey, you’re going all kinds of rebellately. I’m proud,” Tony chuckles, completely unaware of what is reallyhappening here – as usual.

Atfirst, Bucky thought it was just a coincidence. He would come into the roomwith only Tony in it and within seconds someone else would materialize out ofthin air. He’d go down to the workshop for his scheduled arm maintenance andhalf of the team would already be there, even though they rarely venture downthere. He’d read a book instead of watching the movie the team’s picked up towatch and even two hours after the credits roll, Rhodes and Banner wouldn’t movean inch from their spot on the couch where the engineer fell asleep.

Itreally didn’t take a genius to figure out this particular pattern.

TheAvengers refuse to leave him alone with Tony Stark. Banner, Natasha andespecially Rhodes always keep hanging around whenever he could possibly end upalone with the engineer. Not that he necessarily wanted to be left alone withhim – or anyone, at first – but it’s been months since he’s wrestled controlover the Winter Soldier and had been officially declared an Avenger himself.

It’sclearly not enough to warrant him any alone time with Tony.

Dothey really think he would hurt the man?! Why would he? Tony’s been nothing butnice to him since the beginning. He’s helped him a lot throughout his recovery,not just with his arm that’s now more Stark-made than HYDRA, but in general.He’s been a good friend to him. The joking, the laughter, the nonsensicalscience babbling…everything Tony related makes Bucky feel all kinds of funnylately. Hell, even the Winter Soldier likes him. His normally imposing presencewithin his mind gets all…soft when Tony’s around.

AndBucky would love nothing more than to explore all that a little bit further…butfirst, he needs to figure out why is he on the Avengers’ Alone-with-Tony blacklistor he’s getting nowhere.

(read-more ahead) 

“Well,time to go to work,” Tony announces, refilling his coffee cup. “The new WidowBites are coming along nicely. I’m almost afraid to give them to Natasha…she’sscary enough as is.”

“Agreed,”he mumbles, earning a grin from Tony.

“Idon’t think you need to worry. Your arm versus the Widow Bites? My bet’s on thearm.”

Rhodeysnorts. “Widow Bites ain’t what he should be scared of,” he smirks, wigglinghis eyebrows at Bucky.

Yeah,the Widow Bites are nothing compared to Natasha’s savage combat techniques. Shestrikes hard and…aims low. Of all the Avengers – Hulk included – Bucky tries tosteer clear of her the most.

Tonyfrowns at his best friend. “Scared? What do you mean scared? He’s the WinterSoldier, he ain’t scared of nothing.”

Damn straight, the Winter Soldier agrees.He seldom emerges like this; ever since Bucky has control over him, he usuallystays silent, brooding deep within his mind. But he’s taken a certain interestin their current predicament.

“Surething,” Rhodey nods, careful not to sound toosarcastic. “I’ll be sure to tell Natasha how fearless he is.”

Sonof a b –

Just kill him, the Soldier suggests,almost sounding bored.

Buckyrolls his eyes and wonders if the Avengers maybe still have a point. Should heever lose it and snap into the Soldier, he would likely massacre them all –just to get five damn minutes alone with Tony.

We’ve been over this, Soldier. Killingpeople doesn’t solve problems.

It would solve this problem, the Soldier retorts and Bucky’s all out of arguments.

“Youbetter pray I don’t tell her about you stealing her knife from the gym locker,”Tony smirks this time and it’s enough to make Rhodeswiden his eyes.

GoTony.

“Youwouldn’t.”

“Hellyeah I would. Now, are you going to that briefing or what?” he asksimpatiently.

Rhodes glares at Tony first, then at Bucky and finally, he moves to leave.“Wanna share the elevator on the way down?”

SONOF A B –

“Liketwo teenage gossip girls? Of course,” he nods but pauses, glancing at Buckywith a strange look. He clears his throat and follows the Colonel out of thekitchen. “Later, Bucky,” he calls over his shoulder in a hurry and disappearsdown the hallway.

Kill them all, problem solved.

Hegroans, wishing it would be that simple. Not that he’d expect the Soldier tounderstand that killing someone’s friends won’t solve any problems at all. In away, Bucky’s glad – glad that Tony has someone looking out for him. All the time. Now if he could only jointhe protective squad instead of being the one they’re protecting Tony from.

Fine. Don’t kill them. Evade them.

Buckyraises a surprised eyebrow at the suggestion.As in…

Treat it like a mission. Evade theenemies. Get to the target.

Despitehimself, Bucky smiles. And if enemiessurround the target?

Play by your rules, not theirs. Usedistraction. Confuse them.

Right.Yeah! He can actually do that. So maybe the Soldier is on the road to recoveryhimself.

Or just kill them.

“Spoketoo soon,” he whispers, shaking his head, but a battle plan is already beingdrawn in his mind.

4AM is the perfect time. Nobody’s awake at this hour – nobody but Tony, whenhe’s in some kinda inventing frenzy. Bucky spent the past week carefullyobserving the team’s schedule and decided 4 AM is where it’s at. His chance tosneak into the workshop and –

“Ohhey, Bucks!”

Seriously?!

“Whatare you up to?” Steve asks, standing next to him by the elevator in his jogginggear. He never runs before five! What the…

You should have killed this one atleast. I told you.

It’sfine. It’s just Steve. Out of everyone else, Bucky believes Steve’s presencewas coincidental at best at all times. He’s going for a run. There’s no way he’sgoing to Tony-block him.

“Thearm’s bothering me. Thought Tony could take a look at it if he’s workin’.”

Idiot, the Soldier sighs in the background.When did the Soldier expand his vocabulary?

Stevesuddenly looks like a supersoldier caught in headlights. “Tony? In theworkshop? Now?” he blurts out.

“Uh…yeah?He’s been working all sorta hours lately…figured I could try goin’ down thereand - ”

“Yeah!I mean, that’s a great idea!” Steve smiles, but he still looks awkward. “I’lljoin in! He wanted some feedback on my suit upgrade, so might as well scratchthat off my to-do list before breakfast.”

Buckyjust blinks at his supposed best friend and numbly follows him into theelevator. Et tu, Steve?!

Saturdayevening is the perfect time. Bucky observed that after every mission, eachAvenger has their ritual. Clint makes himself an obscenely large bowl ofoatmeal and watches cartoons on Netflix. Steve stays on his floor and doodles.Natasha sharpens her knives. And so on. Tony spends his post-mission time onthe rooftop. Sometimes he lazily munches on various take-out foods, other timeshe just lays sprawled on the sun beds watching clouds or stars. Nobody evergoes there, especially if they were to disturb him. But Bucky is armed with apot of coffee, snacks and hopes it’s enough to grant him passage. Saturdayevening’s where it’s at, because they’ve just returned from a mission and –

“Poptarts! Sweet!” Clint exclaims, stealing the pack of sweets from him and rushingpast him on the staircase to the rooftop…where the rest of the Avengers alreadyare.

“Roofparty time!” Sam yells, excited, also sprinting past him. “There should be apool here, Tony!”

Theengineer, currently setting up an impromptu bar, sends him a glare. “I’ll getyou an inflatable kiddie pool, birdbrain junior, how about that?”

“Greatidea! We can pour Thor’s booze in there!”

Theparty only escalates from there and nobody leaves the roof until early morninghours. So Bucky just drowns in that kiddie pool.

TheShawarma place is the best place to meet Tony alone. Everybody hates it. ButTony is always in a mood for shawarma after he pulls an all-nighter or finishesa project. So the Shawarma place is definitely where – never mind.

“METALHAND BROTHER!” Thor clasps his shoulder, falling in step with him – no, morelike pushing him along. “I too had a sudden longing for the glorious meal thatis shawarma! ONWARDS! A-HAH! BROTHER OF IRON IS HERE AS WELL! SPECTACULAR!”Thor booms.

Withinminutes, the whole team is having a shawarma breakfast platter there.

TheTower’s server room is the most perfect place to meet Tony alone. Throughcareful observation, he is now certain that nobody even knows this place existsand even if they do, the number of DO NOT ENTER and DO NOT TOUCH signs all overthat place is a great deterrent to uninvited guests. That and the forcefieldprotected, bulletproof entrance you need a code to bypass. Or a metal hand. TheTower’s server room is w –

“Pst!The code is 666, if you wanna sneak in,” Clint whispers, head hanging from thevent above the door. He winks and his head ascends back into the vent, themetal grid clinking back to place.

Thisis impossible. Humanly impossible. So what if Thor can maybe kinda teleport,the others most definitely can’t and yet wherever he goes, someone is there.Doesn’t matter if he’s following Tony, or going where he is or could be. Evenif he goes somewhere Tony is most certainly not at, there’s someone else theretoo! It’s like the entire Tower is working against him!

Still don’t want to kill them?

Holdon…now there’s a wild thought.

Finally. Can I do it?

Nowonder the team keeps on materializing wherever he goes. If the Tower isworking against him, then…

I see. But…how do we kill him?

Buckygrins, making even the Soldier retreat in the face of his wrath.

TBC

[literallyprentissstwin]

Another Moment - Part 8

A/N: okay this is a shorter one lol but it´s mostly here for the content! parts 9 & 10 will be better and longer :) i´m sorry if this one sucks, i was kind of struggling with writing it :) feedback is appreciated! 

you can find the previous parts on my masterlist right here! 

“Oh come on, really? Again?”, Luke said as he put down his cellphone and sighed. It was like the 70th time now that he tried to get a hold on his daughter, but she just wouldn´t pick up the phone. It already started to get dark outside since it was close to 9pm and she left the BAU somewhere at noon. Luke slightly started to worry. 

“Still no answer?”, Emily asked the agent at which he shook his head. 

“No..that´s so untypical for her. She always at least sends a text to let me know where she headed even when she´s mad. I made her do that promise and until yet, she always kept it.” 

“There might be a simple explanation for it, Luke.”, Spencer tried to reassure his friend. 

“I´ll try my luck!”, JJ said as she dialed the teenager´s number, but also that call went straight to voice mail. 

“Okay, now I´m getting worried too.” JJ admitted. She also had called the girl multiple times before but non of her calls or texts got answered. 

“Maybe we can let Garcia track Sienna´s phone, so we could at least know where she´s at.”, Matt suggested. 

“I´ll go to her!”, Luke said as he headed straight to the tech analysts office. 

“Hey, Garcia. Can you do me a favor?”, he asked. 

“Depends...”, she answered as she turns around to face the agent. 

“I-I need you to track Sienna´s cell phone. We all called her a dozen times, but she doesn´t react to anything and I´m starting to get worried since she´s gone pretty long already.”

“Oh-Oh...of course! Immediatley...okay...”, Penelope replied as she grabbed Luke´s phone to check for Sienna´s number and quickly typed it into her computer, “okay, just a minute...Got her! She´s at the cemetery in McLean, Virgina.”

Of course. Why didn´t he thought about it? She wanted to go somewhere peaceful and what would be a calmer and better place to actually find some peace and calm? She was at her mother´s grave. How could he have been so blind?!

Luke sighed. “Alright, thank you Garcia.”, and with that, he stormed out of the office. On his way back to the bullpen, he called Detective Vertes and asked him to go check if Sienna was still at the graveyard. He still had a bad feeling about it. The Detective reassured him that he would go and check immediatley for the girl and promised to call if there was something wrong. Luke thanked the man and hung up before he entered the bullpen where he was already expected by his co.workers with questioning looks. 

“Garcia was able to track her phone. She´s in McLean.”, Luke told them. 

“What is she doing there?”, Tara wondered. 

“Visiting her Mom.”, Rossi concluded. 

“Yeah...exactly. But I still have a bad feeling about all of this. I already called Detective Vertes and asked him to go check on her and if it´s okay with you, I´d also like to move over.”, Luke said looking at Prentiss, who nodded. 

“Yes, of course! Go!”, she told him at which he gathered his stuf and started to head towards the elevator when he heard someone coming up behind him. 

“Mind if I´ll join you?”, Matt asked as he looked at Luke.

“Let´s go!”, the fromer ranger said, entering the elevator with Matt, both of them hoping that they weren´t too late and that everything would be fine. 

Matt and Luke were only 10 more minutes away from their destination when Detective Vertes called and told them to come join him as soon as possible. Hearing this, it only took them 5 minutes ´till arrival due to Luke deciding to step some more on the gas. As they arrived and exited the car, they were greeted by Detective Vertes. 

“What do you got? Why is CSI here?”, Luke asked, concern lacing in his voice. 

“We´ve found your daughter´s phone on the ground in front of her mother´s grave plus it also seemed like there occured a fight.”, Vertes explained as he took a deep breath before he started to carry on, “Agent Alvet, we´re afraid that Sienna got kidnapped by someone unknown yet. But we´ll do our best to find her and bring her home safe.”

Luke did not quite know what to say or how to react. He felt like the world around him had stopped turning suddenly and all he wanted to do was break down and kill that bastard who took hi little girl. On the other hand, he knew that he needed to be strong so he could find whoever did this and to find Sienna and bring her back to safety. Since giving up was no option to the man, he decided to fight back. So he took a deep breath and composed himself, before he started to talk. 

“Can you show me?”

“Of course!This way.”, Detective Vertes said and showed them the crime scene. 

“It happened right here?”, Matt wanted to know as he pointed towards Megan´s grave. 

“Yes, we think that she was sitting right in front of the grave and was looking on her phone when she got attacked from behind. She didn´t go down without a fight as you can see here. It´s also clear that she fought because we found this a little bit aside from the grave. She must have lost it while trying to free herself.”, Vertes said as he handed Luke an evidence bag. 

Immediatley, there were tears forming inside his eyes as he quickly looked away from the bag. 

“That´s Sienna´s. I gave her this necklace when she turned 12.”, he said as he gave the bag back to the Detective. 

“I´m so sorry, Agent Alvez. I should have seen it coming.”, Vertes replied. 

“It´s not your fault. Let´s just go and find that son of a bitch.”, Alvez said as he put a comforting hand on the man´s shoulder. 

“Would it be okay for you if we would ask our team for help? The more people we are, the faste we can find Sienna.”, Matt asked. 

“Of course! Anything!”, Vertes agreed. 

“Come on. Let´s get started.”, LUke said as all of them headed to the police department. Te agent was determined to find the man no matter what it would take. 

“What do we got?”, Prentiss wanted to know. 

The team plus Detective Vertes were working on finding a trace to Sienna for over 2 hours now, but they haven´t got any clue yet. 

“Well, there are no surveillance cameras in or around the grave yard, so no pictures or evidence from there.”, JJ said. 

“There were no witnesses around either.”, Rossi continued. 

“So we´ve got nothing?”, Emily asked before she sighed. 

“Yeah..seems like it.”, JJ said and rubbed her hands over her tired face. 

“Well, I wouldn´t say we´ve got nothing...”, Penelope chirped in, “I checked Sienna´s phone and I´m feeling so bad right now for doing so. However, the last thing she did before the kidnapping was writing a text to Luke which hasn´t gotten through. Other than that, it´s the normal phone of a teenage girl. Normal pics, selfies, apps, no weird...”, the analyst suddenly stopped. 

“What is it Garcia?”, Luke wanted to know. 

“Sienna received a kind of weird message a few days ago by a man called Scott Williams.”, Garcia explained. 

“Oh, no...”, Luke groaned. 

“Isn´t that...”, Tara started but go tinrerrupted by Luke. 

“He´s the Ex of Megan, yes. He and Sienna haven´t the best relationship. What does the text say?”, Luke wanted to know. 

“It´s only this one sentence: “Never forget my words: I´m only getting started. See you.” And the award for creep of the year goes to this guy.”

“What´s the deal with this guy anyway?”, Rossi questioned. 

“Garcia, can you do a back-up check on this guy? We need to know everything about him.”, Emily said. 

“On it, Boss.”, Penelope confirmed and hung up. 

“Vertes? Can we get the surveillance videos from the camera outside the PD from last week when Sienna was here for interrogation?”, Luke asked. 

“Sure thing, I´ll be right back.”, the Detective agreed and went off. 

“Okay...so what do we think? Did Scott take Sienna? And killed Megan`What would his motive be?”, JJ wanted to know and the team thought about it for a a minute before Luke came up with an idea.

“Maybe he was jealous...”

“Why do you think so?”, Prentiss asked. 

“Well, see...Megan and Sienna were really close. They trusted eachother wholeheartedly. And then, he came into the picture. Because of him, the bond between the two of them got broken. Maybe he was jealous because of their close relationship. Or there happened something else, but we just don´t see it now.”, Luke elaborated. 

“Anyway, we need to hurry up. He was clever enough to make Megan´s death look like an accident. He wanted to get rid of them both. That was his actual goal, and since Sienna got away, he cameback to finish his business.”, Rossi continued. 

“If that´s the case, we really need to find a trace to Sienna as soon as possible. We need to expect anything. Let´s go and hope we´re not too late.”, Prentiss said and with that the team continued working on their tasks. 

They needed to find Sienna before it was too late. 

sorry for any mistakes but i am super tired ahahah :D

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[letmesherlockthis]

It was meant jokingly and maybe a bit cynical to the news media, but you raise good points. The not all men or policemen or anything at all is a phenomen which appears so many times.

Not all teacher, not all policemen, not all men, not all humans pick what you want and the common statement from people who feel attacked if you start to have a discussion about a serious issue.

Also i fully agree, Sam Vimes was NOT EVER this kind of policemen as he was at the end of his arc, this is a fact and the beautiful thing about his whole character. But i can´t recall that at one point as he gained more influence in society, that he stood there looked around and said Not everyone. He looked twice at himself recognizes the flaws and worked on it. Also he took into consideration critic from others, because let´s be honest if not, he wouldn´t have come this far. He did not feel the need to defend himself OR the actions of other policemen who clearly misused their power.

We witness in media, how policemen are not just using their powers to break the law for their own gain, but also how they are making excuses for their colleges who also do this. It is horrifying. And no country can claim it doesn´t have these issues. (Sometimes rolling up in a ball and pretend the world doesn´t exist is the best defense for sanity.)

But the fact is. Sam Vimes is fictional, he doesn´t exists in this world, so yepp the answer: Sam Vimes would never ever is valid for me, if someone says Not all policemen.

You could also say not all Policemen... For i know that Sir Samuel Vimes would never ever.

I can’t tell if this is sarcasm and I’m having a hard time with managing my tone at the moment, so I don’t mean to be harsh or condescending here. I would never say “not all policemen” in the same way that I would never say “not all men” in earnest, the “not all men” post about Carrot was a kind of gallows humour because frankly I’ve had a bellyful in the last few days in particular.

Sam Vimes is very acutely aware that he is still part of the problem, no matter how good his intentions are.

When he was 16, he wanted to maim and kill the torturer they found when they were burning down the Particulars’ headquarters. He would’ve done too, if the man he thought was John Keel hadn’t physically stopped him. He was pleased when he thought that “Keel” had deliberately left him tied up to burn in the building. That wasn’t policing, that was personal vengeance.

He grew up during Winder’s era, and his career started with the reign of Snapcase. He witnessed extreme and completely normalised police brutality before the Glorious Revolution, and he thought he was fighting to change that, and it destroyed him to see that it made not one bit of difference in the end.

He may have set up the Watch to minimise the risk of corruption and brutality, but he knows damn well that if he took his eye off the ball, it’d all slide back into the depravity that went on before his command. There is a very clear difference between not being part of a problem and being a part of a problem, recognising that, working to be aware of that, and actively working to minimise the problem, and Sam Vimes is a fucking brilliant example of exactly that.

I’ve said it before, but if Sam Vimes ever heard someone say “ACAB” he’d agree. He’d applaud. He’d cheer.

[81scorp]

Constructive criticism: Spider-Man 3 (2007)

(Originally posted as an editorial on Deviantart Dec 7, 2016)

Ah yes... Spider-Man, one of my favourite marvel superheroes.I remember that there was talk about making a live action Spider-Man in the early nineties and James Cameron was gonna direct it. Some time later in the early twothousands I started to get confirmation that a live action Spider-Man movie was indeed in production. (Directed by Sam Raimi though, but he directed Darkman, which I liked, so he seemed like a good pick.) Before this there had been mostly DC in the cinema when it came to comicbook superhero movies, and pretty much only of two of the most wellknown heroes DC had, Superman and Batman. And it was mostly Batman. In both cases the franchises started good but got dumber and worse with every sequel. It seemed like Hollywood just couldn`t make good superhero movies. Then an X-Men movie came out. Maybe not perfect but at least it understood the sourcematerial. Then came the Spider-Man movies. After waiting for ten years was it everything I hoped it would be? Not quite to be honest, but don`t get me wrong, I did like it and it was good. It had all the basic things that Spider-Man should have; webswinging, a colourful supervillain (both metaphorically AND literally), Mary Jane, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, fights, people being saved, badassery and great powers followed by great responsibility. I would have preferred a different look for Green Goblin though. Give him a costume closer to the comics, but with pants instead of bare legs.Then came the sequel and I liked it even more, it felt like the logical next step for the characters of the first movie to take. Then came the third movie... maybe not bad per se but it felt like a step down from the second movie. If you like it I can understand, it has some redeeming qualities but still... it had more subplots and characters than it knew what to do with. It seemed like Hollywood, once again, just couldn`t make good superhero movies. Anyway, it`s here now on my constructive criticisms. So let us see, in my very subjective editorial, how I would have done it differently.

With great power comes great SPOILERS Sandman, Gwen Stacy and the butler Lose them. As much as I like Gwen, she wasn`t necessary for the story. She was only there so that MJ could get jealous, and it just feels like a step down from how MJ was written in Spider-Man 2.I do like the moment where Flint Marko has been turned into sand for the first time. You can tell by his body language that he`s thinking: "Dear god. What have I become?" But his story takes time and focus from the symbiote plot-line that, in many ways, is the spine of the movie.The butler wasn`t in the first two movies, not noticably anyway, but that`s not the problem. If he knew that Spidey didn`t kill Norman why didn`t he tell Harry that sooner? On the fence: Topher Grace A part of me thinks that Topher Grace was a bad choice for playing Eddie Brock. I would have prefered a little older actor because I think that the idea of Eddie competing against Peter, a much younger and more successful photographer, would only add more fuel to his inferiority complex that would drive him to become Venom. On the other hand: Maybe Topher Grace would have been better as Eddie if the script had been better. So: either keep Topher Grace or replace him with (and this is just some of my personal picks) Jeremy Renner or Nathan Fillion.

Story: The beginning is pretty close to the beginning of the movie that we got: things are going well for Peter and he goes to see MJ perform on stage. In my version however her performance isn`t singing but acting. She performs in a stage version of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (she plays a supporting role, but it`s a wellwritten and important role). After the show is over Pete congratulates MJ and meets Harry Osborn who he tries to reason with but Harry is still hellbent on revenge. Before Pete meets Aunt May to tell her that he plans to propose to MJ he bumps in to Eddie Brock who is in a hurry and doesn`t have time to chat with him because he`s "chasing a big scoop". A masked terrorist named Sin-Eater is mentioned a few times on newspaper headlines, he`s kinda like the unabomber in this universe. (Yes, Sin-Eater is gonna be in this one, but he doesn`t play a big part.) Pete gets attacked by Harry Osborn and they fight, but instead of Harry knocking himself out and losing his memory he chases Pete into an abandoned old building that he demolishes with lots of grenades. There`s no sign of Pete in what`s left of the building but Harry knows that he must`ve escaped. Since Harry knows Pete`s secret identity Pete knows that Harry might use his loved ones to get to him, so he tells MJ to get out of town with Aunt May. MJ reluctantly agrees to this and tells Aunt May that she thinks it would be good for them to get a little time of their own for a little female bonding. They leave early the next morning. Pete does his usual shtick, superheroing as Spider-Man and selling his photos to Jameson but all the time doing so while looking over his shoulder, fully aware that Harry is out there. (Yes, I know that he has spider-sense that warns him, but still.) When Pete`s at the Bugle he bumps into Brock who has just finished talking to his dad on the phone, or rather, his dad`s answering machine. Here`s where we get a little human moment from Brock where he tells Pete that he and his dad hasn`t talked to eachother for some time. He then runs away to "chase his big scoop". We get one scene where Harry visits Aunt May`s house to find that no one is home (thus validating Pete`s paranoia). He smiles confidently and shakes his head. "You`re a clever boy Pete, you knew what I was gonna do." Meanwhile at Aunt May and MJ`s hide out: May realises that there`s something odd about this very sudden "female bonding" trip that MJ practically forced her to join and wonders if there`s someting going on that MJ doesn`t want her to know. Is it about Peter? Is he in trouble? MJ tries to calm her down and says that there is nothing of that kind going on. Aunt May pretends to accept MJ`s explanation but senses that she`s lying, MJ herself feels awful for lying to May. Later that evening at Pete`s apartment: Peter collpapses on his bed after a long day. The black goo that attached itself to his moped on his date with MJ (Yes, I`m going with the movie`s version of how that happened.) comes out of the shadows and devours Pete. Spidey wakes up hanging upsidedown outside a building, looking at his reflection in the window. He feels more confident and powerful. He goes out swinging and finds a masked terrorist who`s about to blow up a mall. Spidey beats him up and uses more violence than necessary. He stops himself from killing the terrorist, webs him up and leaves him outside a police station. Pete doesn`t like what he just did, he almost killed that man. Criminal or not, that`s just something that he shouldn`t do. Could it be the suit? Is it making him more aggressive? But then the suit clouds his judgement and he tells himself that he has everything under control, what happened was just a one-time thing. The next day the police arrests the terrorist who turns out to be that Sin-Eater that has been mentioned in the news. Since Sin-Eater has been caught Brock reveals to Jonah what "the big scoop" that he chased earlier was. All this time Brock had been telephone-interviewing Sin-Eater who had told him a lot about his life-philosophy and about how "decadent he thinks our secular society is". Jonah likes it, it`s extremely in depth. Brock could win the Pulitzer prize for it. Hearing this makes Brock beam with pride. That same evening Spidey is out webswinging and runs into Harry. They fight. At one point Harry uses a sonic grenade and here`s where we learn that the black suit is vulnerable to loud noises. Spidey gets the upper hand, goes really violent and almost beats Harry to death. Harry manages to escape and all of this has been caught by a guy with a video camera. It later ends up on the late news and is seen by MJ. Once again Pete feels bad for going too far and once again the suit makes him think that it wasn`t a big deal.The next day Brock`s interview is published in the Bugle. Jonah congratulates him in his office when Brock`s phone suddenly rings. It`s Sin-Eater! But wait a sec, isn`t he in jail? Maybe he used his one phone call to call Brock? But then Brock (and Jonah) finds out that the man calling doesn`t know that Sin-Eater is in jail, the man calling isn`t even Sin-Eater! All this time Brock was interviewing a mentally ill man who pretended to be Sin-Eater. (The man also has no TV or easy access to the news paper, that`s why he didn`t knew that the real S-E was behind bars.) This is bad! Todays newspaper has already been printed! Jonah fires a distraught Eddie Brock. Later that day MJ comes to Peter`s apartment. (Yes, Pete told her and May to stay out of the city to be safe from Harry, but right now Harry`s not much of a threat compared to Pete.) She saw Spidey`s and Harry`s fight on the news and thinks that he went too far. They start to argue and Peter pushes MJ into the wall... just as Aunt May walks in and sees it. Pete realizes what he`s done and runs out of his apartment to be alone. He sits on top of a building to think, sees a church and gets an idea. He uses the loud noise from the churchbells to rid himself of the alien suit. Eddie Brock happens to be in the same church at the time. After the suit has been separated from Pete it looks for a new host and finds Eddie... who turns into Venom. Pete returns home to his apartment (with clothes that he has taken from some church-charity thing) where May and MJ are waiting. (It`s his apartment after all and they don`t have the key, so they can`t leave it unlocked.) After some talking MJ forgives Pete and a few minutes later May does the same. After this Pete (as Spidey) swings over to Harry to patch things over with him as well. (He is of course smart enough to realize that it`s not gonna be a walk in the park.) When they meet we see that Harry`s face has been damaged from their latest fight and he doesn`t want to reconcile with him. He doesn`t want to fight him either but he wants him to get the hell away from his property. Somewhere else: Venom kidnaps Jonah, takes him to a construction site and soon gets Pete`s attention thanks to the news. Spidey suits up, swings to the site and tries to reason with Eddie, but Eddie won`t listen. He says that he and the suit has a "symbiotic relationship" and after that he starts to refer to himself in plural ("we" and "us"). He knows that Spider-Man is Peter because the suit told him that. Spidey and Venom fight. After a few blows have been delivered Eddie says to Spidey: "Can`t sense when I`m coming, can you? That`s right! The suit knows all about your little extra warning sense! And it knows how to not trigger it!" Harry sees their fight on the news. Spidey manages to incapacitate Venom long enough to break away from the fight and rescue Jonah. But then Venom gets the upper hand and knocks Spidey out. He`s about to kill Spidey when... Harry comes to the rescue! Harry and Venom fight, Spidey manges to regain consciousness just in time to see... Venom stabbing Harry with his own hoverboard! Spidey fights Venom and defeats him (or "them) the same way he did it in the movie. (Harry is strong enough to still be alive, he pulls out a grenade that he throws to Spidey that Spidey throws at the symbiote.) Eddie isn`t desintegrated by the blast, just knocked unconscious by it. Pete and Harry say their good byes and Harry dies with peace in his heart. The next day Peter visits Aunt May, gives her the ring back and says that he`s not ready to marry MJ yet, maybe some day but not in a near future. The next day Pete, MJ and Aunt May go to Harry`s funeral. Next we see MJ and Pete (in Spider-Man costume but without the mask on) on the roof of a tall building staring at the sunset.

The End Mid credit scene: Eddie is in the hospital in a coma. We get a re-play of the moment when the explosion killed the symbiote and knocked him out. A close up shows that a small piece of the symbiote managed to escape. Back to Eddie in the hospital: the symbiote is outside his window, it sneaks in and devours him. We get a close up of one of his eyes as he wakes up from the coma. Yes, I know, my version is not much better than the official version. Even in this one Venom doesn`t appear until the third act. But with Sandman and other distractions gone we at least get more time to explore Eddie and understand his goals and motivations. When I first came up with this I was originally not going to have Venom in it. I was gonna use Lizard since he had already been mentioned and shown in the first two movies and it felt like a waste to not use him.   

And no: I`m not gonna do a CC of the The Amazing Spider-Man movies. Because A: I don`t want my gallery to be filled with thousands of editorials. I want my visual art to outnumber (or atleast be in equal quantity to) my written stuff. B: Spider-Man 3 has been on my CC list for a couple of months while TASM 1&2 haven`t been on the list at all. (Not that they don`t have a few things in them that I would like to change though.) If I were to give them the CC treatment I would sum it up like this: a: Don`t reboot them, make them sequels. It is possible to make sequels with a new director and a new cast. Just saying. Or b: Just stop after Spider-Man 3 and let the rights revert back to Marvel.

[chiliscale]

Plastic Guns

For @wincestwritingchallenge

Prompt: Someone’s pulling a gun, and you’re jumping into the middle of it

My partner: @justholdingstill​

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore

Rating: Teen

Notes: I´m so, so sorry guys! It took them nearly three weeks to fix my internet and I was too busy with the chaos that my life has become to sit my ass down in a coffee shop or somewhere. Hope you can forgive my tardiness! Enjoy!

Summary: Sam is only trying to have a fun afternoon with friends. But his past is never completely gone and sometimes memories resurface whether he wants them to or not.

Link: AO3

‘Sully´s Amusement Arcade’

The letters are huge and brightly illuminated, a siren song trying to lure people in.

Sam laughs at Jess´ squeal of excitement when she spots the colorful lights and neon signs surrounding the place and he doesn’t even try to resist when she pulls him along to the entrance. Their other friends seem less thrilled at the prospect, but none of them protests in earnest, their initial reluctance disappearing entirely when they come face to face with the sheer endless rows of arcade cabinets and their inner ten-year-olds take over.

Jess is having the time of her life as she makes them play one ridiculous game after the other and insists on trying some of the overly sweet and brightly colored drinks they serve at the bar. They goof around, try their best to earn new high scores or defeat each other in Mario Kart and Pac-Man, Tetris and Donkey Kong.

Sam´s an absolute mess.

He can´t keep up with anyone, drives his tiny digital car down every abyss and into every fucking wall he can find, and is absolutely unable to get the damn monkey thing to jump high enough to escape the barrels.

It´s still glorious. Fun. Relaxing. Normal.

One of those casual-afternoons-with-friends that other people indulge in regularly, where their only objective is to enjoy themselves and laugh at and with each other, where school work and other worries are far from their minds and unimportant, irrelevant.

Sometimes Sam still can´t believe that this is his life now, that he´s allowed to have fun without purpose, doesn’t have to watch his back for potential threats or check the time to make sure that he´s back before Dad notices his absence.

Amusement Arcades might be a dying form of entertainment now, but in his childhood, they were omnipresent – colorful, happy places full of children, laughter and forbidden things, a window to a world where parents didn’t leave or die, where money wasn’t short and fathers didn’t care if you´d finished translating that Ancient Greek text on blood magic or not.

Sam had always loathed and loved these places with equal fervor. Loathed them because they were just another point on a long list of reasons why he didn’t fit in with the other children, loved them because sometimes Dean would just tell the world to fuck off and pull Sam into an arcade anyway.

They never had much money to spend on games or arcade food, usually just a few meager dollars that would allow them to play a game or two, and so they mostly watched as other people enjoyed themselves. It was wonderful nonetheless, a few short moments of escape and innocent fun.

Well, Sam´s still pretty low on money and will probably have to eat ramen for two weeks straight after this indulgence, but having a shot at ‘normal’ is more than worth a bit of discomfort.

It would be great not to suck at everything, though, and so he´s more than thankful when Brady suddenly wraps an arm around his shoulders and pulls him along with the promise of a game that´s supposed to be more in his area of expertise.

Sam´s not sure what he expected or how Brady knew, but it certainly wasn´t this.

Zombie Wars III – one of those ego shooter games where your only goal is to shoot as many of your adversaries as possible without getting yourself killed first.

It´s perfect. Frighteningly so, probably the one game in the whole arcade that Sam could win easily if he wanted to.

It´s also way too close to his real life, to his old life, for comfort. There´s too many memories.

Sam´s seven the first time he shoots a gun.

He´s seen them before, of course, touched them, disassembled them, helped Dean fill rock salt into empty shotgun shells - it´s normal, pretty much inevitable in a world where your Dad spends more time and money on his weapon arsenal than on his own kids and where gun cleaning and maintenance is as much part of their daily routine as brushing one´s teeth and washing one´s face before bed time.

But up until todays he´s never been allowed to use them, to click the safety off and take aim, to pull the trigger and finally see if he´s talented enough to make Dad happy for once, to have Dean smile at him in that one special way that makes it obvious how proud he is.

So yeah, the night before, Sam´s excited - almost queasy with anxiety and a weird mixture of fear and anticipation that makes sleep impossible. It´s so bad that even crawling into Dean´s bed and curling into his brother´s side is not enough to calm him down and he lies awake for most of the night, mentally going through the gun safety rules and shooting stances Dean has taught him.

Morning comes both too fast and not fast enough and he´s barely able to stomach his meager serving of soggy lucky charms. His fidgeting gets only worse when Dad stumbles in a few moments later and blindly grabs the oversized coffee mug Dean is holding out to him, gulping it down in long, greedy swallows before impatiently gesturing for them to get into the car

Thirty-three minutes later finds them all at the edge of the forest, Dad pacing up and down in front of them as he gives another of his gun-safety-speeches. Sam isn’t listening, has heard them all a million times and more, but he still doesn’t dare sneak a glance at Dean for fear of earning himself an even longer lecture due to his inattention.

Finally, finally John stops and presses a small pistol into his shaking hands. They go through the correct stance together, Sam trying to mimic what he´s seen Dean do, John adjusting and correcting until Sam´s deemed to be in the perfect position, safety already clicked off, gun aimed straight at one of the empty beer cans a few feet away.

The recoil is more powerful than he´d expected, the force of it rattling his whole body and causing him to stumble backwards - it´s loud and unconformable and it makes his ears ring.

Sam doesn’t like it.

He´s watched Dean handle a gun for years now, has memorized every movement and posture and trick his brother knows and Sam has always been a quick study and really good at picking up new skills, but this is different. This is so very unlike any of his books – he can study guns, read everything about shooting, but for the first time in his life theoretical knowledge alone just isn’t enough.

He´s not improving. Fifteen tries and he still hasn’t shot anything, has missed each and every single time and he´s closer to tears than he´s been in years, shoulders shaking with the effort of holding back his frustration. It doesn’t help that John´s impatience is almost palpable and his instructions are getting increasingly rough and snappy.

But then Dean´s there, warm hands carefully adjusting his stance, low voice whispering instructions and encouragements.

“Breath, Sammy. I know you can do it! Forget about Dad, it´s just us out here… Just you and me, Sam. C´mon, breath.”

And Sam does. Aims and breaths and wills the stupid bullet to finally hit home.

It´s still surprising when it does, when the can falls off its perch with a clatter and then Dean runs off and picks it up, holds it high enough that both Sam and John can see the wide bullet whole right in the middle of it, pride and joy shining brightly in his face.

John just nods, only somewhat appeased and grumpily declares that Dean is going to be teaching Sam from now on.

And that´s everything Sam´s ever hoped for.

Dean is patient. He´s the perfect teacher, gentle and kind where Dad is harsh and demanding, quietly talking him through every step, praising him when he deserves it, silently correcting him when he doesn´t. They practice for hours and days and weeks. Aim and shoot and aim again, cans and bottles and moving targets until Sam is every bit as good and fast and confident as Dean himself is.

Until he´s so close to perfection that even John has to acknowledge it.

Until he´s good enough to be able to protect himself.

To protect Dean.

“Come on, Winchester! Show us how your geeky ass can handle a gun!”

Sam blinks and suddenly he´s back at the arcade, his friends surrounding him, cheering him on, telling him to take the gun and give it a try.

Jess is jumping up and down in front of him, all excited joy and green-eyed encouragement. She´s beautiful in that moment, gorgeous, perfect and he knows she´s absolutely gone for him already.

He also knows he should love her just as much, that he could be happy with her, that she deserves his full attention, his undivided devotion.

Instead, all he can think of is strong hands gliding over cold metal, calloused fingers disassembling guns and rifles with practiced, sure movements, confidence in every grip and pull and push. And then those same hands gliding over his skin, handling him with the same power and firmness, knowing exactly where and how to touch, warm lips on his ear, a deep voice whispering filth and praise and promises.

But Sam left. Sam ran. Left his old life. Left everything. All of it. Forever.

Fuck.

Unthinkingly, he steps forward, steals the gun from Brady´s grasp and takes his place in front of the screen.

The gun feels strange in his hands. The weight and balance is off – it´s too light, too artificial. Lifeless plastic instead of cool metal, there´ll be no recoil to compensate for, no deafening noise will accompany each shot, and for a moment Sam almost misses the familiar weight of his old gun. There´s no time to ponder, though, because loud music swells up all around him and then ridiculous, zombie-esque creatures are closing in on him on wobbly legs.

Sam stops to think and suddenly he´s calmer than he has been in months. Instincts kick in and he simply allows himself to react, to adjust his body, to aim and shoot and kill one zombie after the other, cold precision and familiar reflexes taking over. He shoots, shoots like Dean taught him to all those years ago, fast and sure and unfailing and he knows he´s fucking nailed it even before the cheering starts and some high-pitched computer voice proudly proclaims him the new record holder.

The world comes rushing back and then Jess is hugging him, kissing him, screaming into his ear while Brady is staring at him slack jawed and Connor loudly demands to know where he´s learned to shoot like that.

His friends cheer and laugh and shout as they pull him over to the bar to celebrate his victory and they´ve only just reached it when the high score music goes off a second time.

There´s a new record.

Sam has been beaten.

Jess´ shout of indignation is flattering and amusing all at once, and Sam´s lips are curling into a tiny smile even as he turns around to face his rival, his whole body freezing as soon as his eyes fall on the tall figure of a man leaning against the gaming console.

He´s still wearing the same old leather jacket and combat boots, ratty jeans that desperately need to be washed, a thin leather cord disappearing under his black shirt.

Green eyes stare back at him, mischievous and cocky and all kinds of smug and then Dean slowly raises the fake gun, aims it straight at Sam und pulls the trigger with a wink.

[luciisthebest]

How Can This Be?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: @katiedreamy-Hi.Could you be do nice and accept my request? I was thinking about a story like from French Mistake, but the reader is thrown up into Supernatural world by some angel, she knows Dean , Sam and all the story, she can be a singer in a bar (boys meet her there), Dean and Sam r working on a case and readers friend ( maybe a waitress) is helping them, oh and the reader have a hots for Dean but she is very shy and she is only talking to Sam, thats why Dean thinks he doesn t have a chance, finally after some time he finds out and the reader is finally admiting her feelings for him (maybe with some smut?) But then the angel is showing up and tells them that she has to come back to her Universe.But Dean is promising her he’ll find her.

Warnings: Smut, language, angst. 

Word Count:

A/N: So I got a little carried away with this one. Oops! I feel like it could have been better but tried. I apologize for smut, it was bad. I hope you enjoy! And feedback is always welcome.  

You were soooo drunk right now. Stumbling into your apartment you fumbled around trying to find the light switch. Finally finding it it you winced. Why did lights have to be so bright? Stumbling further into your apartment you found a strange man sitting in your chair. “Who are you?” You slurred.

“No one of consequence.” He replied before reaching over and placing two fingers on your forehead. Darkness overcame you and you crumpled to the ground.

Groaning you woke up laying facedown on the floor. Man last night was one hell of a night. You had an epic hangover and felt shit. Your boss was going to be pissed. You were supposed to sing tonight, but you wouldn’t be able sing a note tonight in your current condition. Rolling over you groaned again. Then you saw it. Sitting up quickly you looked around you. You were in your apartment but it was different. There was no furniture in the room and there was at least an inch of dust on everything.

Flashes of what happened last night came back to you. What did that man do to you? Groaning you got up. There was no real use panicking now what ever had happened, happened.

Walking out of the apartment you headed straight to the bar you worked at. Walking in, your boss looked up. “Can I help you?” Your best friend looked over in interest.

“Yeah, I’m here about tonight’s gig.” You looked between of them in confusion.

“Oh, are you a singer? I’m the owner of this bar and we’ve been in search of a new singer.” Your boss replied.

“Wait, what this is a joke right? Come on Anna the gigs up.” You turned to your best friend.

She looked at you in confusion. “How do you know my name?” She quickly glanced at your boss.

“Umm I’m sorry, we must have met at the grocery store or something. My apologies.” You quickly covered up your blunder. You turned back to your boss. “If you’ll take me, I’d love to sing tonight, and if you like my voice I’ll happily stay.”

He smiled at you. “Sounds good, by the way the names Erin.” He stuck his hand out.

Taking his hand you shook it. “(Y/n), (y/n) (y/l/n).” You smiled. “I’ll be here at six sharp.”

You offered a smile to Anna, which she returned. Once you left it struck you that you had nowhere to live and no clothes to change into. Great, what were you going to do now? Then an idea struck you. You began going through all your pockets. Reaching into your jacket, you let out a sigh of relief. There it was, your wallet, thank goodness. Smiling, you headed back to were your apartment was and got ahold of the landlord. You were able to place a lease on the apartment right then and there. Noticing that you were running out of time, you headed straight to the store to do some clothes shopping. When you finished, you went back to your apartment. It wasn’t the most ideal place to get ready, but you had nowhere else to go. Quickly taking a shower, you changed into your outfit. Looking in the mirror you smiled. You looked hot. You had bought some black skinny jeans that you paired up with a lacy red top. Along with that you had a black leather jacket and knee high stiletto boots. Your makeup was simple and you left your hair down. With one final appraisal you walked out of the apartment.

You made sure to show up at the bar a little early. You weren’t really sure what you were doing. Everything was so different.

Erin walked up to you “Wow you look amazing.” He complimented. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted to sing, so I’m going to leave it all up to you. You can go talk to the band and work things out.”

You nodded and the walked over to discuss a set list with them.

You had been singing for several hours and the crowd loved you. This was definitely something new. Yet another different thing about this new “reality” that you were living in. During your breaks you got to talk to Anna. She was pretty much the same as your Anna and she seemed to like you. You were on break again. Walking around you observed the crowd. Most of the people there were your typical bar types, nothing special. Then two men came walking in that made you stop in your tracks. What the hell were Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles doing in this bar? Looking at them closely you noticed they were dressed like Sam And Dean. Oh maybe they were going to film here.

You inched closer trying to overhear what they were talking about about. They surprised you when they walked over to Anna and started talking to her. What you heard nearly knocked you over. Jared introduced himself as Sam and Jensen as Dean. Your head reeled. How could this be happening? Sam and Dean Winchester were fictional characters from a fictional tv show nothing more. This couldn’t be real! Then it hit you, the man in your apartment. He had touched your forehead just as you has seen Castiel do on tv. That man was angel and this was exactly like the episode The French Mistake. Oh god, what were you going to do? Why did he bring you here? You began to hyperventilate.

Stepping out of the bar you tried to calm yourself down. You had a job to do, you could figure all this out later. Stepping back in, you went back up onto the stage and began singing your heart out. All eyes were in you and when you looked down you met Dean’s emerald green eyes. He seemed to look straight into your soul. He took a drink of his whiskey and smirked at you. He seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. Quickly you moved your gaze away from him. The rest of the night you could feel Dean’s eyes on you.

At closing you quickly confirmed with Erin that you would be working the next night and then you made your escape. Walking to your apartment you thought about your predicament. You were stuck in an alternate reality where there were real monsters and Sam and Dean Winchester were real people. You had already gotten past the stage of believing this was a dream. This was all too real. But why were you here? Why has the angel picked you of all people? Sighing, you unlocked your apartment and walked in. Your sleeping conditions weren’t exactly ideal considering you only had a few pillows and blankets. But it would have to do until you figured everything out.

A week and a half had passed since you had arrived. You still didn’t know why you were there or how you were going to get back. You had worked every night at the bar. And every night the Winchesters had been there. They were somehow involved with Anna, even though she wouldn’t admit it. You and Anna had instantly hit it off and were already really good friends. But whatever she was involved in with Sam and Dean she wouldn’t say. She had even introduced you to the brothers, you had instantly got along with Sam but you were super shy around Dean. Not that you’d ever admit it but you had always been the biggest Dean girl. Now being in his presence made you nervous and shy.

Tonight was the night. You were finally going to talk to Dean. You made sure to dress up nice before heading to the bar. When you got there only Sam was there. “Hey Sam! How are you?” You gave him a hug.

“I’m good, just waiting for Anna to show up.” He seemed a little distracted tonight.

“She’s running a little late tonight but she should be here any minute. Is everything all right?”

“Yes, of course!” Sam answered quickly.

Someone cleared their throat behind you. Turning around you came face to face with Dean. “Oh, hi I didn’t see you.” You stuttered out.

”Hi there sweetheart. Here to join us for some drinks?” Dean asked.

Within seconds any courage that you had, was gone. Instead of accepting you quickly came up with an excuse to get away. “I’d love to but I’ve got to… I’m I’ve got to go warm up for tonight.” Your face flushed with embarrassment as you rushed away.

The next day you were hanging out at Anna’s apartment and you began chatting about the Winchesters. “Sooooo when are you and Dean finally going to stop ignoring each other and get straight to the baby making.”

You choked on the water you had been drinking. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You tried to play dumb.

“Seriously (y/n)???? You two literally have so much chemistry that half the time I think my ovaries are going to explode just watching you.”

You sighed. “You’re right. I do have a thing for him but he doesn’t have any interest in me Anna. He only puts up with me because of you and Sam.”

Anna just laughed. “Oh (y/n) trust me, he’s into you. He has been since day one. That man can hardly ever take his eyes off you.”

"Well either way it doesn’t matter. I’m sure they’ll be leaving town soon anyways. So why do you spend so much time with them?”

"They’re helping me out with a personal problem.” She replied evasively.

Realizing that pushing her harder for answers wasn’t going to get you anywhere, you decided to take your leave. “Well I have to go get ready for tonight. I’ll see you in a little while.” You gave her a hug on your way to the door.

That night the bar was packed. You didn’t have much time for breaks and you had been hoping to talk to Dean tonight. You had no such luck. By the time you had left the bar they were already gone. Anna kept giving you these weird smug smiles but you just shrugged it off.

The next day when you got to the bar both Sam and Dean were already there. Noticing no one was around, you went over and chatted with them. After a few minutes Sam politely interrupted you and asked if he could have a water. Smiling, you told him that you would get him one. Walking around the bar you quickly poured a glass of water. As you walked back towards them you caught a snippet of their conversation.

"I’m telling you Dean she does like you. I had it confirmed by Anna yesterday.” Sam said.

"How can that be? There’s no way she has any interest in me. She’s always talking to you Sam and whenever I come over she instantly runs away. What makes you…”

You arrived at the table silencing Dean. Your hand shook as you set the water down and you quickly excused yourself. Stepping outside you began pacing back and forth. Now Dean knew that you had feelings for him. You were freaking out, how were you going to go back in there and face him knowing that he knew that? The bar door opened and you stepped away.

Dean came striding out looking determined. Walking up to you, he pulled you up against him and placed a kiss on your lips. You stood there stunned. “I’m sick of us playing this cat and mouse game (y/n).” He growled in your ear. You just stared at him stupidly. “You caught my eye the very first night we were here. I’ve wanted you ever since then and now I’m making my move.”

You moved closer to him. “Well now I feel like an idiot for acting shy all this time.” Then you grabbed the front of his jacket and tugged him down, kissing him passionately. “I need you now” you muttered up against his lips.

Dean quickly grabbed your hand and led you over to the Impala. It was as beautiful as you had imagined. He opened the back door and you quickly climbed in. He followed you and was on you in an instant. His kisses were filled with longing.   

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” You moaned as he kissed his way down your neck.

He chuckled as he began to work your shirt off. After much fumbling, the two of you managed to get your clothes off. Dean beginning kissing his way to your breasts. As his hand wandered down between your legs he started nipping at your breasts. "You’re so beautiful (y/n),” he whispered.

The sound of your name coming from his lips sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "Please Dean in need you inside me.”

He smirked knowingly at you before he reached down and began slowly stroking his length. "Think you can take me, sweetheart?” He lined himself up and pressed his hips upward, his warm head resting at your entrance. 

"Please Dean, I need all of you!” You begged. Dean grabbed your hips and slammed you down, his thick head pushing into your entrance. It burned for a few seconds as Dean pushed deeper into you. You both groaned as Dean gripped your hips, and gave a few lazy pumps of his hips, allowing you to stretch around him. Dean’s lips parted in ecstasy.  He began thrusting faster and faster.   

You gasped and held onto his shoulders as your lips crashed togther. Dean moaned when he felt your pussy tightening around him. You rose up, gripping his shoulders for leverage, and slid back down. As you repeated this Dean threw his head back pleasure. “Oh my God, that’s right baby. Ride me just that.” Dean groaned. He leaned back, lifting one leg onto the seat and resting his head on the door. You propped yourself up on his chest and your hand’s  on the seat behind him, making his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust. 

“Dean…” You moaned loudly as your walls clenched around him. 

 "Fuck, (y/n)…” He thrusted harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the car. 

"I’m gonna come, Dean!!” He thrusted even harder, his hands digging into your thighs.

“Come for me (y/n)” Dean growled in your ear.  You threw your head and screamed as you came. Underneath you, Dean loudly moaned as he thrust twice more before he came inside you. 

Panting you rested your forehead against his. “That was amazing” You smiled down at him. “As much as I’d love to stay in here with you, I need to go back into the bar. I’m supposed to be working tonight.” You struggled to get off him.

Dean laughed as he quickly lifted you out of hip lap. “Good luck with that sweetheart. I have a feeling that you may have a hard time walking.” He smirked at you.

You burst into laughter as you began struggling into your clothes.  “Come on Dean, let’s head back in before someone comes looking for us.” You watched as he got dressed. 

You opened the door and cautiously got out. You wobbled a little and you heard dean laugh behind you. “Shut up.” You laughed. Dean walked around to your side a gently took your hand, threading his fingers through yours. Tugging your arm he led you back into the bar. When you walked in Anna gave you a knowing look. 

Erin looked up at you in shock “(Y/n) where have you been? You know what never mind I don’t want to know. You look like hell, I think you should take the night off." 

You blushed, "Thanks Erin.” You muttered. You could hear Dean chuckling behind you. Grabbing his arm you dragged him out of the bar and back to the Impala. Leaning against the car you look at Dean in trepidation. “Dean I need to tell you something.” Concern flashed across his face. Taking a deep deep breath you said, “Dean I know all about you and Sam. I know that you hunt supernatural creatures. And I know all about the war being fought between Heaven and Hell.” Dean started to interupt but you quickly cut him off. “Please just let me finish. I’m not a hunter and I’m not a monster. In fact I’m not even from this reality. I’m from the reality that you and Sam were sent to by Balthazar.”

Dean stared at you in shock. “No, that isn’t possible.” He began to back away from you.

“Please wait Dean. Its true, a strange man knocked me out and I woke up in this reality. I’m sorry Dean. I thought of not telling you but I feel like you and I have a connection and I didn’t want that lie between us.” You pleaded with him. Dean still looked wary of you but he stopped moving away from you. “I don’t know why I’m here, but when I’m with you I feel complete.”

Dean began walking towards you. “OK sweetheart. I believe you. I promise you we’ll figure this out.” He pulled you into a hug.

“There will be no need for that.” A voice came. You suddenly found yourself removed from Dean’s arms and in the grasp of the strange man that had sent you here. "It’s time for you to go home (y/n).“ He turned to Dean "There is no use trying to stop me Dean, so don’t even bother.”

Dean looked at you desperately as he tried to reach for you, “I will find you again I promise!” He vowed.  

You smiled sadly at him. “No you won’t Dean.” You said, and then you were gone.

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@msimpala67, @mogaruke