#i can sort of see sam maybe thinking of him as tall

[silverfoxstole]

With regards to the Doctor constantly being described as tall in the EDAs I was interested and briefly heartened to find this exchange when skipping back through Seeing I:

‘I dunno,’ said Orin, ‘I kinda figured he’d be… well, taller.’ ‘He acts tall,’ murmured Sam. She thought of the spindly figure who’d unfolded himself upon entering the TARDIS, who’d stumbled off down a dark corridor looking as if he wanted to curl up into a ball. ‘Usually.’

Unfortunately the feeling was only brief and we’re back to normal with the same authors in Unnatural History:

‘Who the hell are you?’ asked Sam Jones. A tall, slender man wearing fancy dress stared back at her through the chain on her door.

*head desks*

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Trying Them on for Size

My stepdad's eyes rolled back as my friend leapt into his body. Thanks to my distraction, he had a clear jump, and the possession was instant. The beer in his hand didn't even slip as a new guy took over the thick hunk of meet.

"Goddamn, this guy is big!" my stepdad's voice rumbled in uncharacteristic glee, "My arms feel like a ton heavier with all this muscle!"

"I...I cant believe it worked," I stammer, still processing the fact that Sam, my best friend, is inside Paul, my jerk of a stepfather.

Sam lifts a heavy arm and takes a whiff. "Wow, your dad smells rank! Does the pig shower much?" he groans and laughs, "What'd you say this idiot does again?"

"Mechanic, and he's not my dad," I answer, still trying to get over my nerves, "How's it feel...to be in him?"

"Man, he's so muscular and dense. I mean, I can feel how heavy he is, ya know? He's like really sweaty and kinda gross too, but I feel like I could beat the shit out of anyone right now!"

Sam takes a swig of Paul's beer, making the body look just like the alcoholic stepfather I knew and hated. Normally, I'd avoid the guy at all costs. He'd usually only speak to me in grunts, and that was only when he wasn't ignoring my existence. Now, Sam was using his mouth to yap off like an excited puppy.

I think Sam notices that I'm still a little tense, because he stops staring at his massive arms and puts the beer down. Paul's body steps right against me and grabs my hands as he looks down into my eyes. My stepdad would certainly never have done this before.

"How you doin, man?" Sam asks, but I can't help but feel like Paul is talking.

"Good," I lie, "This is just so surreal."

"Well, what do you want to see your old step daddy do for ya?" he asks playfully, "The jerk is at your whim, dude."

"I don't know..."

"Come on, sonny boy! Wanna watch as daddy Paul gets on his hands and knees and crawls to you?"

Sam pilots the muscular body to the floor, while staring longingly up at me with Paul's normally hateful gaze.

"Wanna see your big bad old man, stick out his tongue and lick your shoes?"

Before I can react, Paul...I mean Sam...has stuck out his tongue and started dragging it up the length of my sneaker. God, the sight of my harsh stepfather licking my shoe is incredible! He'd be so humiliated right now.

Sam pulls away from my feet and up to Paul's knees, "Maybe he needs to find another way to express just how sorry he is to his favorite boy."

Sam's lips hang open as he inches towards my tenting pants. My heart is racing with the anticipation of getting Paul's lips on my aching cock.

"I'm home!" a singsong voice echoes through the house.

"Shit, your mom!" Sam growls with Paul's hoarse voice, "I mean, my wife."

"Shut up," I snap, "Let's go to your house. We can get an early start to phase two."

My grizzled stepdad smirks, and we sneak out. Phase two involves Sam's biggest bully: his older brother, and he just got off work.

Michael was even easier to distract and jump into than my stepdad was. I may have been a little nervous, but after watching Sam do it at my house, I was practically a pro.

"Woah," I gasp in a much deeper tone than I'm used to, "Your brother is tall."

"Yeah, he was the basketball star before he graduated. Now he just bums around in the basement and beats me up after work," Sam explains.

I have to admit that it's a little weird to hear my friend complaining about getting picked on when he's wearing a super mature and muscular body. Though, Paul does look less intimidating when I see him from the towering height of the stud I'm in.

"Where were we?" I suggestively purr, getting a hang of using this guy's voice.

"Paul was about to apologize," Sam flashes a smile which looks foreign on Paul's face, "But I think you should make Michael apologize to me first."

I chuckle and take a step towards him, but almost stumble over the massive feet I have on.

"Damn, he's clumsy," I laugh, "Your brother deserves some sort of punishment, but what do you want him to do? Drop down and kiss your ass profusely or maybe bend over and take a good beating?"

"Both," Paul's mouth gulps as his calloused hands struggle to hide a growing hard-on.

"Or maybe you want to hear your brother grovel and beg for forgiveness?" I go on, dropping Michael's body to its knees, "Or maybe you can find a better use for this pathetic mouth."

"Shit, man!" I hear Paul's voice whine, "We're definitely going to make these straight assholes screw each other! But then we have to take them out tonight. They need to be put through something more public!"

"Oh I like that!" I moan from inside Michael, "Offer these jerks' bodies up for use at every gay bar!"

"At every gas station!" Sam excitedly claps Paul's hands together.

"They can pound Michaels ass while Paul tongue-polishes their boots!"

"Come here!" Sam growls.

"Yes, sir."

I jump into Sam's arms! Well, Michael jumps into Paul's arms. As electric as it feels, I can constantly sense that we don't own the bodies we are in. We're just puppeteering them.

That thought makes me wonder if Michael or Paul can feel all this somewhere deep down. It's a fleeting thought, because I'm already lost in the experience of making out with the jerk of a stepfather while Sam enjoys playing with his bully of a brother.

God, these bodies are hot. By the time, Sam and I are done wearing them, Paul and Michael will be the hottest pair of messes in town...

[live-laugh-legolas]

Hi it’s me again 💀 anyway my request—

The fellowship reacting to reader dancing and singing on a table then asking them to join them up there?

So fun! Idk if I need to put a warning but I imagined these being in a pub so alcohol is mentioned (please drink responsibly)

Tabletop Dancing

Aragorn:

-He watches with a smile behind his cup of ale

-Kinda like the smile he gives when he sees Merry and Pippin high as hell in Isengard

-He is very amused and loves watching you have fun

-But he was not expecting to be asked to join

-I don’t think he is much of a dancer and although he does sing, he doesn’t necessarily do it in a pub sort of fashion

-He won’t get up on the table with you

-But he will hold your hand and walk around the table with you

-Another reason he won’t get on the tables is because he is too tall

-I’m pretty sure he is canonically 6’6

-His head would bust a hole through the ceiling and scare the living shit out of the people in the room above

Legolas:

-He’s a little shocked at first

-Elves party different from other races; and this seems a bit… uncivilized

-But he is nothing if not open to learning new cultures and traditions

-He finds it very fun to engage in; much to his surprise

-I think movie Legolas may not want to get on the tables; but if we are going by the books then he absolutely will jump up and will walk around on the backs of chairs because he’s a show off

-He does fancy twirls with you

-He possibly accidentally throws you off the table doing this

Gimli:

-Ok; he is fully accepting of this and has no hesitation to join

-Dwarves love a good party, and especially this dwarf

-Even more so if he’s had a bit to drink

-Maybe don’t pull him up on the tables though

-Dwarves may be short, but they are solid and should not jump on tables if you want to have a table afterwards

-He will sing his heart out with you

-He is so loud it drowns you out but that’s alright

Boromir:

-He is clapping and singing along the whole time

-Like Aragorn he also is a bit too tall for table dancing

-However he is not deterred once he’s drunk enough

-He’s definitely a light weight though so it’s doesn’t take long for him to get up there and belting his heart out with you

-He steals the show if we are honest

-He will fall off the table

-Every time

Frodo:

-We know this Hobbit will get up on a table to perform

-He’s not shy to having a good time

-He is happy to be pulled up onto the tables with you to dance

-He definitely kicks a few cups over because he’s a little clumsy

-But no one can even be mad at him because he is so cute

-Seriously that smile is even worse than puppy eyes

Sam:

-Probably the hardest to convince to join you

-He’s just not one to enjoy being the center of attention

-But he loves watching you having a great time

-He will need to be a few drinks in to join

-He is more worried about you falling off the table

-He will kind of dance around the table but really he’s just there in case you trip

-He will be singing whatever song you were singing the next day

-It is stuck in his head and he’s much more open to singing when not in a crowd

Merry:

-It all depends on his mood

-He doesn’t want to say no to you and he does enjoy a good table tap dance

-However he also likes just observing the joyful scene

-He will sing duets with you

-He is less involved as Pippin though, and instead favors hyping you up over putting on his own show

-He joins in with cheers to call and response type songs

Pippin:

-You don’t even have to ask

-He’s already up there with you

-Every table is this a stage for this hobbit

-You two are absolute menaces but the life of the party so it evens out

-Full choreography

-You always get a standing ovation

-This is like a weekly thing for you two at least

-You guys have loyal fans

Gandalf:

-This old wizard loves a good jig

-At first I was thinking he would never get up on the tables

-But then I realized he absolutely would if he was drunk enough

-Idk why but I have decided he knows how to break dance but will complain about how sore he is the next day

-He will deny ever dancing on the tables or belting out songs

-He’s too old and dignified for that…

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I hope this is a good enough response. I realize this isn’t really their reaction to the reader as much as just how they join in lol.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

A random thought, you remember the achievement when we get the Statue of Perfection or Statue of True Perfection. Everyday we received iridium ore or random items, then how will the SDV/SVE Bachelors, (can you add the adventurers and mages) gonna react to this huge looking (gold/iridium) teddy bear appear in the farm and everyday a random item pops out.

(I mean I would find it weird and intriguing, that I woke up the next day just to see a huge looking teddy bear appeared on my spouse's arms.)

...A teddy bear?

*looking at a picture on the SDV wiki*

It's a cat, isn't it? I always thought it was a cat. *Looking again* Although the ears are a little round, it does looks like a bear. Kinda...

Anyway, good to see you in my askbox again! Enjoy some headcanons 💕 And I'm interested to hear from others, who do you see in these statues, the bear or the cat?

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SDV bachelors react to Statue of Perfection/True Perfection:

...Was there some kind of strange fashion for huge jewelled statues or something? It wasn't enough for Shane to find a gold statue of Lewis in Marnie's room (of course, she refused to say how it got there in the first place), but now Farmer had one. Well, at least Shane's spouse had chosen a cute animal instead of one with the hideous mayor's face on it. "Why?" "That statue gives us ore every day." "...So you can do nothing and you'll make a profit. Wow, that's handy stuff." A useful statue and a nice looking one, so Shane didn't mind.

Imagining the life of a rich and famous athlete, which Alex aspired to, he still didn't understand some of the oddities of people living in luxury. For example, the habit of ordering gold statues with encrusted gems. Alex's spouse had received a statue of Perfection as a reward for their deeds, but those who just bought them and tried to pass them off as some kind of achievement? Weird. They usually also ugly looking, not like Farmer's statue that looks like a bear, or maybe it's a cat, and... ??? Did the statue just give him a prismatic shard??????

"Darling, where did you get this?" "One statue was given to me by Grandpa. The other I got as a reward." Never before had Harvey seen statues as tall as himself made of pure iridium. The doctor hadn't paid much attention to it before, thinking they were just strange decorations made of inexpensive metal. But later, while rearranging the bedroom, Harvey began to scrutinise each of the statues. "Your Grandpa had unusual taste in furniture." "It's not about taste, it's about to get ore." And Farmer took the iridium ore and the prismatic shard from the two statues, leaving Harvey in complete shock.

To be honest, Sebastian was a little disappointed when Farmer told him that the Statue of Perfection wasn't some sort of totem for worshipping spirits or gods. Too bad, he was already prepared to listen with interest about how these statues were connected to all sorts of occult stuff, but alas. "Well, I wouldn't say the statues are simple, hon." When Sebby saw with his own eyes that these metal figures yielded ore, he opened his mouth in amazement. "Cool." Okay, now Sebastian was even more interested in how this magic statue worked.

Sam's been doting on the cute faces of the iridium statues for about half an hour now. "Heh, adorable. Where did you acquire that statue?" "Got it from Grandpa's Shrine." "...Huh? From where?" The young guitarist guessed that the statues were unusual, but he didn't realise that there was a whole adventure story behind them with all the weirdness. "And one of the conditions of getting statue was to pet your dog?" "Yeah! Well, I'd pet the dog anyway because I love our dog, statue or not, but yeah." Sam doesn't understand anything, but he's still interested! Like wow, cool magic statue!

When Elliott was touring for his book signings, he managed to visit several museums in Zuzu City that were full of similarly unusual statues and figures. At least the statues his spouse purchased weren't the spawn of nightmares (Elliott doesn't judge art, but he certainly wouldn't want those decorations in his home). "They're not just cute, dear" When one of the statues produced a prismatic shard, the writer was speechless. But then he had an idea... "The hero went on an adventure in search of a statue of eternal wealth... Not a bad plot for a novel, don't you think?"

SVE bachelors react to Statue of Perfection/True Perfection:

Magnus can't believe his own eyes. "This is an endless source of iridium ore - a dream for treasure seekers, and a topic of discussion among mages and witches as to the origin of this relic. But also the cause of death for many, ruined by their own greed and envy." The wizard hopes that his spouse will not meet the same fate. He also tries to restrain himself from the urge to study the Statue of Perfection by being cautious. Magnus knows that Farmer's intentions are pure, and they have earned such a reward through hard work, but just in case.

"You definitely had to go through many trials and do incredible things to obtain such a treasure, my dear. A worthy reward for someone like you." Lance knows very well that even the richest person in the world cannot afford such a magical statue, it only has to be earned. And his dear spouse has earned not one, but two whole statues. Lance knows how these statues work, so not surprised about that. But the pink-haired man is more interested in the exact merits for which Farmer was so honoured. Lance wouldn't mind hearing their story over a glass of wine.

Oh, it's.... the Statue of Perfection! It's real! What? Of course Victor knows about it! Well, not that he knows for sure, but he's read books about various artifacts and relics that were covered in mysteries. The books themselves were written by adventurers, and there were at least a few mentions of a legendary Statue of Perfection that would bring the owner happiness and wealth. Or something like that. But now Victor's spouse has been given a true legend for their hard work! It's impressive, and he is very proud of Farmer!

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Bonus reaction from non-marriage SVE adventurers/mages:

"What do we have here~ Sweetie, you have no idea what powerful magic these statues contain." It wasn't even the fact that the two pure iridium statues yielded ore and a prismatic shard every day that interested Camilla. The Castle Village witch believes there is something else stored inside, something that would be good to study. Wealth doesn't interest her, but potential magic does.... "I wonder how the Farmer got such a treasure, hmm? You'll tell your friend Camilla, right?

The first time Alesia saw the statues of Perfection, she thought Farmer worshipped some kind of animal spirits. She herself is an Yoba worshipper, but has no dislike for other beliefs. "If this is not totem, then what?" From the information she's received about the statue, the sniper is silent from shock for a few seconds, then says, "According to the legends, people, blended with greed, killed each other to get their hands on these relics. Do not repeat their fate, young adventurer. And be careful who you share this information with." Alesia hoped Farmer wouldn't get themself into trouble...

Jadu is going to faint with happiness. These are the same statues of Perfection that wizards and adventurers have been searching for for centuries! The metal artifacts made of pure iridium simply radiate magic! They have a rather lovely appearance, the wizard should note, very cute.... But he's distracted! Jadu almost begs Farmer to let him study them. Like Camilla, he's interested in the knowledge hidden in the statues, not the iridium ore itself.

Are these THE statues of Perfection that half of all adventurers and wizards would kill themselves over? Pfft, it looked like some cheap obscure bear-faced thing. Isaac is not impressed. And the presence of ore in the statue didn't surprise him much either ("I've seen stranger things"). Still, the grumpy adventurer will not deny the fact that Farmer has achieved this, albeit silly-looking, reward by hard work. So they're worth something. Maybe Farmer is not as hopeless as Isaac previously thought. ("Thanks Isaac. I guess...").

[sighonaraa]

augusnippets day 8 -- reunion/found family!

“Do you think I have gotten too tall?” Sam asks Jamie abruptly, rounding on him with such intensity that Jamie, unwittingly, takes a half-step backwards, eyes blown wide. “Please tell me that you brought a measuring tape.”

“Why the fuck would I bring a measuring tape to the airport,” says Jamie. “And what’re you on about, you’ve gotten too tall?”

“What if he doesn’t recognize me?” Sam says, bringing the corner of his thumb to his mouth only for Jamie to tap it away before he can gnaw. “If I’ve gotten too tall, what if he doesn’t recognize me and he leaves without us and he’s lost out in the city for weeks—”

Oh. Oh. “Mate,” Jamie says, fond, “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Sam bristles, so Jamie clasps him by the shoulders; presses his thumbs to the hollows of his friend’s collarbone hard enough that he hopes the warmth of his body, the steadiness of it, will seep into Sam’s and allow him to settle. “Your dad would still recognize you if you grew ten eyes and dyed your hair bleach blond. Swear down, he’d probably love you even more.”

“I just don’t think that can possibly be true,” says Sam.

“No, no, ’cause he’d have to love you more to make up for all the self-esteem issues you gained on account of having ten eyes.”

Sam searches Jamie’s face as though he can’t quite believe that was an actual sentence spoken into being, and Jamie takes it as a massive win because if Sam is stuck on the whole ‘ten-eyes-bleach-blond-hair’ of it all, then he’s not stuck on the whole ‘it’s-been-a-year-since-I-saw-my-dad-and-I’m-scared-I’ve-changed-more-than-either-of-us-are-ready-for’ of it all. Finally, Sam’s expression softens, the mountain-peak crease between his brows eases into a vague hill, and he smiles, tremulous and then brighter, brighter, brighter.

“That,” he says, “might now be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” He returns Jamie’s hold, hands to shoulders, and then draws them together for an embrace that Jamie melts into, every fiber of his being aching for the simple press of Sam’s brow to his neck, for the soft scratchiness of his palm to the crown of Sam’s head. “Thank you. I know I’m being—”

“Shut up,” Jamie whispers. “You ain’t being stupid.”

Sam shifts; huffs a little laugh that tickles at Jamie’s skin. “I was going to say that I’m being silly, actually, thank you very much.”

“Oh. But you were being a bit stupid, to be fair.”

“Excuse me—!”

“I must say, I am incredibly glad to see my boys getting along, but I am feeling rather left out of all this hugging.”

The voice that interrupts Sam is deep, and rumbling, and spilling over with the sort of hearth-warmth that makes Jamie think of thick, hand-knit sweaters in the winter, a proper nice pair of socks resting in front of the fireplace, hot chocolate steaming in painted mugs. He nearly cries from it, which really is stupid, and he lifts his head from where it’s buried against Sam to find Mr. Obisanya standing there with his suitcases and a blistering smile splitting across his face like it could crack him in two from the sheer force of it.

“Daddy!” Sam cries, joyful, and lunges into Mr. Obisanya’s chest. Mr. Obisanya catches him and holds him tight, cradles him close as though life never happened and Sam is still a baby. “Daddy, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you,” says Mr. Obisanya fiercely, and presses a kiss to his son’s forehead. Then, before Jamie can bolt or bury a hole in the ground to die in or hide, he glances up and says, “Jamie! Do you not wish to say hello?”

“Oh, no, I—hello, Mr. Obisanya,” Jamie says, awkward. “I just—”

“Come here,” says Mr. Obisanya. “Join us. And, please, call me Ola. You have more than earned it.”

And when Mr. Obisanya—Ola—catches Jamie by the wrist and drags him to the hug, Jamie doesn’t resist; he brings his arms up and allows himself to melt, slow and sure as sunlight through the window, into this family that—maybe, possibly, yes—he can call his own.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Deadly Proposal: Final Part (?)

Pairing: Vampire!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

Warnings: reflections of trafficked girls but instead of for sex it's for blood, angst

Summary: Tension comes to a head as Dean makes a plan to rescue you. He is faced with someone he thought stayed in his past, and you finally have what it takes to take control of your own life again.

Deadly Proposal Masterlist

Square Filled: human shield for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: i know i ended this on a sort of cliffhanger but this is where the series ends for right now. if you want to see more, let me know and i'll start to plan some more!

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If this continues, you’re going to be dead before the sun rises. A woman had come in every ten minutes to take the pint of blood only to replace it with an empty bag. She never looked at you but you know it’s one of Richard’s girls because she had bite marks all over her body. She has come in three times which means you’ve given three pints of blood. Two more and you’ll pass out and likely die. You have to get out of here. You have to get back to Dean.

This time, the woman doesn’t come back but Richard does. He looks even younger and healthier than last time, and you know he took a few sips of your blood. He walks over to you and checks the progress you’re making with the new bag.

“You’re doing this wrong,” you mumble.

“Your blood will sell for top dollar in the black market once vampires know what it does. Tell me, how should I be doing this?”

You have to talk slowly and in deep breaths so you can only get a few words out at a time. You try to find whatever strength that’s inside of yourself to finish speaking because this is the only way you know you’ll get out of this alive.

“If you kill me now, you’ll maybe have ten pints of blood. That’ll last you, what, a few years if you’re smart? I’m human. Treat me right and I’ll live to maybe ninety years old. Keep me alive, and you’ll have ninety years to siphon my blood for your selfish reasons. Think about it.”

Richard growls with his fangs out and practically yanks the IV needle out of your arm. He knows you’re right. He can be very rich if he keeps you healthy. He’s not the boss of you, unfortunately, so until he gets word from his boss on what to do with you, you’ll stay in this delirious state.

“Try and escape and I’ll kill you.”

“Death is better than being here,” you mumble.

He’s not worried you’ll go anywhere. You can barely open your eyes much less do anything else. Richard takes the half-empty pint bag and leaves the room, and you look out the window that isn’t boarded up. I wish Dean was here. You were only pissed with him because you were hurt. You were hurt because you’re in love with him and didn’t want someone you love to lie to you like that. You fell for him over the course of blood bonding and normal bonding with him. He was there for you when your parents died, he was there for you with Amber, and he saved you from Richard once. If he can do it once, he can do it again.

You know he’ll find you, it’s only a matter of time. You have to stay alive until then.

It feels like hours when the bedroom door opens but Richard isn’t alone. A taller man is with him, and you blink rapidly to get your vision to focus. The stranger is very tall, has long silky hair, and is very muscular. He walks over to you while Richard stays by the room, and the man grabs your chin not-so-gently. He stares into your eyes and chuckles as if you told him a funny joke.

“I can see why my brother is so smitten with you. You look just like her.”

It takes longer to process his words but it finally clicks into place about who this man is.

“You’re Dean’s brother? I thought you died.”

He lets go of your chin and stands to his full height.

“Glad to know Big Brother is still talking about me. I did die but I came back ten times stronger and better than he ever will be.” He turns and walks to Richard who looks fearful of Sam. “Get her some food and water. Let her rest. No harm shall come to her. No vampire will feed from her. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If I find out she’s been harmed, I will do untold damage to you.”

Both Richard and Sam leave, and you chuckle tiredly. He really shouldn’t have said that in front of you. That’s your way out once you get enough strength. Don’t worry, Dean, I’m coming to you.

Dean gathered everyone he knew at his mansion to go over some kind of plan to get you back. Now that he knows his brother is involved, it changes things. He doesn’t think Sam would forgive him for what he did to him centuries ago, and he looks down in shame. Castiel, Amara, Rowena, Charlie, Donna, Garth, and Jody are gathered in his office where there are all sorts of intel on Sam, Richard, and Amber.

“Alright, from now on, everyone is dedicating their time and energy to this. I need eyes and ears everywhere looking for Sam. I know my brother. I might not be able to track Richard or Amber, but I can track my brother. He doesn’t know we know he’s alive. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Garth and I are looking for online activity going back a few centuries. Hopefully, it’ll tell us where he’s been or where he might have gone,” Charlie says.

“Widen your search. You need to go back as far as seven hundred years.”

“We’ll try,” Charlie nods.

“Amara, take Donna and Jody with you into town. You three know the trade. Do what you do best.” All three women leave and Dean looks at Rowena. “Talk to the girls who are willing and see if they recognize Sam’s name. Cas go with her.” Both of them leave. “The rest of us are going to help me. We’ll split into groups and hit the houses we’ve already hit. Excuse me.”

Dean leaves the room and takes out his phone. He hesitates but calls someone he never thought he’d hear from again. He didn’t want to call him but there are only two possibilities for Sam being alive this long. There is no way he’s a werewolf because they don’t live nearly half as long as vampires do. He isn’t a vampire because he’d heard about him at some point in the last seven hundred years. No, there is only one thing he can be and it’s much worse than a vampire.

“Do my ears deceive me or is the great Dean Winchester calling me?”

“Crowley,” Dean growls. “Where is Sam?”

“Nice to hear your voice, too.”

“I’m not playing, Crowley. Where is my brother? Surely, you have him after all this time.”

“Please,” Crowley scoffs, “I got rid of Sam a long time ago. He was becoming a bit of a problem so I had to cut him loose. He hasn’t been my problem for a few centuries at least.”

“Where did he go?”

“Oh, I don’t know. He could be anywhere.”

“Crowley--”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Last I heard, Sam had such a fascination with the Dark Web. He’d love to go there for women.”

“Thanks.” Dean doesn’t wait for him to answer and hangs up on him. He walks back into his office and looks at the best hackers. “Change of plans. Can you get into the Dark Web?”

“Yes,” Charlie nods.

“Sam has a fetish for women being sold on there. See if you can’t track him that way.”

“You got it.”

Dean sits down at his desk and clenches his fist angrily. He shouldn’t have let you leave. He doesn’t want your fight to be the last thing you know. You might be dead but then he’s going to make sure no one gets out of it alive. If he has to, he’ll kill his brother a second time.

After some food, water, and rest, you’re feeling much better. You’re still not one hundred percent but you’re well enough to try and get out of here. They haven’t taken blood since Sam left and you suspect they’re waiting for you to get all of your energy back before taking more. The bedroom door opens and Richard comes in with a tray full of needles and an empty pint bag. If you have any chance of escaping, you need to know what lies outside of this room.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

“No.”

“Okay, I’ll pee and shit in this room and get an infection from it and die. Is that what you want?” you snap.

If Richard could cut glass with his glare, you’d surely be dead. He unties you from the bed and opens the bedroom door without saying a word. You pretend to be weaker than you feel just to let his guard down so it takes you longer than normal to walk out of the bedroom. Richard guides you to where the bathroom is. You pass by another room with the door open and you make the mistake of looking in.

A clothed vampire is sitting on the bed with a naked woman straddling him. He has his fangs in her neck but she looks like she’s in pain. A tear slips from her eyes and you have to stop yourself from breaking down into tears yourself. When Dean bit you, it felt so good like orgasm-level good. Maybe that’s because you and Dean had feelings for each other. Here, he’s taking that from her and not giving anything in return.

You look away from them and enter the bathroom. Richard keeps the door open but doesn’t come in, lessening any chance you have at trying to escape. You look around the bathroom for something that might help you and spot something gleaming in the corner on the counter. You lean closer and pretend you’re stretching. It’s a metal nail file with a pointed end that someone didn’t put away. You finish going to the bathroom and start to wash your hands.

Richard keeps his eyes on you the entire time but then someone grabs his attention from down the hall. As soon as his eyes are off you, you snatch the file and shove it into the waistband of your pajama shorts. Richard escorts you back to your room and into bed. Something must be on his mind because he doesn’t tie you down like he has before. He sticks a needle into your arm to get another pint or two out of you, but he doesn’t stick around while the blood is being taken.

The second he closes the door behind him, you yank the IV needle out of your arm. You get out of bed and approach the bedroom window that they hadn’t boarded up. These vampires must expect obedience otherwise all the windows would be boarded up. Not to mention they keep the girls high out of their minds so they wouldn’t escape anyway.

You take out the nail file and open the window only to be met by a mesh screen. You stick the nail file through it and start to drag it down. However, the nail file is small so it’s hard to get a good enough grip to pull down. Still, you’re not giving up. You’ll jump out this second-story window and risk breaking your legs than be a blood bag for these vampires.

The bedroom door opens and you turn swiftly to see Richard there with another empty pint bag. It takes a second to register that you’re trying to escape and when it does, his fangs come out and he growls lowly. He takes a single step toward you and you do the first thing that comes to mind.

“Take one more step and I’ll kill myself.” You put the sharp end of the nail file to your neck which is enough to make Richard freeze in his tracks. “This is how it’s going to go. You’re going to get me a phone so I can call Dean, and you’re going to tell me where we are or else I’ll slit my throat. I’ll bleed out very quickly, and even if you can get to me in time to heal me, I’ll turn. I’m assuming Sam won’t be happy with either option.”

The gears turn in Richard’s head before he smirks evilly. In the blink of an eye, he races out of the room and returns with one of the young women who are only wearing nude panties. She looks more aware of what’s going on than the other girls and the thought of him hurting her makes your entire body freeze up in fear. He pushes her hair out of the way and leans down so his fangs only graze her skin. She flinches from the touch and your heart cracks slightly.

“Kill yourself and I think I’ll have a tasty snack to the point where I rip her head off. Imagine that, her not getting to go back to her family. Once I’m done with her, I’ll do the same to every single girl here. I’ll turn you only for you to live your life in guilt because you forced my hand. You don’t want that, do you?”

Once again, a vampire proves to you that you mean nothing. There is nothing you can do. You’re not in a position of power. Yet again, you’re walked over like some weak girl. You lower the nail file in shame, and he whispers into the girl’s ear. She immediately leaves the room as Richard walks over to you.

“You’re nothing compared to me. You have no power here. If you thought you could leave, you’re never going to now.”

You want to cry but you think that’ll only feed his ego. Wherever you are Dean, please find me. Charlie and Garth have been working hard scouring the Dark Web for activity that seems like someone buying young women for vampires. Charlie writes something down on a pad before getting up and approaching Dean’s desk.

“You got something?”

“Maybe. There’s an anonymous user buying women in bulk.”

“Find out who owns the account.”

“Already on it,” Garth says. “There isn’t a picture attached to the profile but the name is Sam.”

“Of course, it is. He’s not subtle. Where is he?”

“This is where his IP address is coming from.”

Garth hands a printout to Charlie who hands it to Dean. It’s a printout of the land like what Google Maps provides and Dean recognizes some of the buildings marked around the area. He takes out the photo that Amanda drew and sees the similarities.

“We got him. Call everyone in.” Charlie does what she’s told and soon, everyone is gathered back in his office. “We know where he is and if I know my brother, he won’t stay there for long. We can’t just go barging in or he might kill her to spite me.”

“You know I used to run in that crowd. I can distract,” Amara offers.

“Jody and I can go in and get the girls,” Donna says.

“Castiel and I will be waiting with the van,” Rowena says.

“Garth and I will hack into the cameras and shut them down, or at least make it so they can’t see when you’re coming.”

That means Dean is going in alone. That doesn’t matter. All that matters is you. He won’t let anything happen to you--anything more.

“I need everyone to know the risks. There’s a good possibility that if Sam catches you, you will die. I understand if anyone wants to back out.”

“Come on, this is for your pretty flower,” Amara smirks. “We’ll get her back.”

“Anyone else?” No one says a word. “Then let’s go.”

Charlie and Garth hack into the cameras to shut them down, giving Dean exactly ten minutes to get in, get you, and get out. Dean won’t need that long. Cas and Rowena show up and stay hidden in the shadows with the van, Amara approaches the front door, and Dean, Jody, and Donna approach the back. Dean strains his ears and waits for Amara to do her thing before sneaking inside. Amara knocks and one of Richard’s vampires answers the door.

“Amara, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Darren. How’s it going?”

“Why are you here?” he asks, on alert.

“What? I can’t visit an old friend?”

“I haven’t been your friend since--”

She cuts him off from thinking about Dean because then this whole thing will crumble to pieces before Dean can get to you.

“I’ve been alive for a long time, Darren. I remember when we used to wine and dine, bathe in blood. I miss those days.”

“Yeah, we had good times,” Darren chuckles and leans against the door frame.

Dean takes this as a sign to move on. Donna and Jody separate from Dean and slip into the main living room where the girls are. Dean doesn’t even see what he’s doing, he’s so pissed. Vampire after vampire until he gets upstairs where Richard is. He walks out of one of the bedrooms and freezes when he sees Dean at the other end of the hallway with blood splattered all over his face and clothes.

“Dean--”

“Where is she?”

“I--I--”

“Don’t make me ask again,” Dean growls.

Dean strains his ears so he can hear your slow breathing and he smells your sweet blood. His fangs come out and look at Richard who looks like he is going to piss his pants. Dean uses his vampire speed and runs over to Richard who barely registers what’s happening. Richard might be old but Dean is older and deadlier. Dean normally doesn’t do this but he wants to make it hurt as much as possible. He bites into Richard’s neck and uses his strength behind his bite to rip his head clean off.

Dean opens the bedroom Richard just came out of and sees you in bed hooked up to a machine that is pumping out your blood. He runs over to you and gently takes the IV needle out of your arm. You moan tiredly and open your eyes to see familiar green ones.

“Dean, you’re here,” you smile.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. You’re going to be okay.”

Dean slides his arms under your knees and behind your back, but he freezes when he smells someone enter the room.

“You’re so predictable.” Dean lets you go and turns to his brother who has a smirk on his face. “I mean, come on, you have to know I wasn’t going to let her be alone.”

“Sam, don’t make this any worse than it has to be.”

Sam looks at the door but doesn’t move toward it. He chuckles and shakes his head before looking at his brother.

“Do you think I’m stupid? I know you’ve got your team rescuing those girls and killing those vampires.” He looks behind Dean over to you. “If I knew she was like Annabeth, I’d have taken her a long time ago.”

“Why are you doing this? What the hell happened to you?”

“You mean after you killed me? He’s not so innocent, Y/N. I was lying dead on the floor with my throat ripped out when someone found me. You know what they did instead of letting me die like I wanted? They blew smoke up my ass and turned me into a demon.”

“Crowley found you,” Dean poses it as a statement.

“Yeah, but I know my worth. I stopped letting Crowley boss me around a long time ago. I don’t take orders from anyone anymore. Y/N has blood that is very rare and very important so if you think I’m letting you out of here with her, you’ve got another coming,” Sam glares.

Dean stands up to his full height even though it doesn’t compare to how tall Sam is.

“You’ll have to go through me to do it.”

In the blink of an eye, both brothers rush at each other. You watch them fight to kill, not caring if the other dies. You have to do something or else Dean might die. All your life, you’ve let everyone walk all over you. It started with your sister and it’s going to end with Sam. You’re in control of your own life even if it means you’re ending it. You grab the IV needle before it can fall off the bed, and you don’t think twice when you stab it into the side of your neck. Sam and Dean don’t notice you at first until both of them smell your sickly sweet blood. They pause to see you convulsing on the bed with blood squirting out of the side of your neck.

“Y/N!” Dean yells.

Everything goes black shortly after.

You open your eyes and first notice how unbelievably bright the sun is. You squint and move your hand up to block some of the light. Dean’s window faces the west which means he gets the sunset every day. You’ve seen this beam of light before but it’s never been this bright. Dean stands by the window with a drink in his hands. He’s looking out of the window silently.

“Dean?”

Whoa, you’ve never heard your voice like this before. It’s so much louder and more clear than before. Dean steps away from the window, approaches the bed, and holds out the glass that has some kind of red liquid in it.

“Here, drink this. You’re going to need it.”

“What is it?” you ask but take it anyway.

“Blood.”

You pause before looking at him.

“Am I a vampire?” He doesn’t say anything so you sit up in bed and trace the rim with your finger. “I’m not mad. What happened?”

“Drink.” The blood tastes metallically but bitter. You pull the glass away and lick your lips until the red color disappears. “After I unhooked you, Sam came in. We fought and you took your IV needle and stabbed yourself in the neck. It was unfortunate that you hit your carotid. You were going to bleed out if I didn’t do anything. I gave you some of my blood to heal you knowing it would turn you. You would have died if I waited for a younger vampire to do it.” You take another sip and suddenly feel the hunger for it, the hunger that is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You down every last drop. “I tried so hard to keep you from all this.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh and hand him the empty glass. “I mean it this time.”

“I am so sorry for keeping this from you. I never meant for this to happen.”

“I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“You didn’t. I’m sorry for turning you.”

“Do you want to know why I did what I did?” He nods. “Control over my own life. All everyone has been doing is telling me what to do and how to feel. They’ve been pushing me around. Amber did it, you did it, Richard did it. I figured if I was going to die anyway, may as well die on my own terms.” Dean is quiet. “Did those girls get out?”

“Yeah, Cas and Rowena took care of it.”

“What about Sam?”

“He fled when I went to help you. I think he was scared I might have killed him so he ran. I don’t know where he is or when he’s going to strike next.”

“When? My blood is useless, right?”

“I don’t know, honestly. Fairies have always been such magical creatures. Pair that with dragon blood and vampire blood… I don’t know what that does to your blood.” Dean reaches out and tucks a stray hair back into place. “I was worried about you. You left.”

“I did. I needed space to think. Despite everything that’s happened, I don’t think I can stay away from you. You make me feel alive,” you whisper.

“I need you to know that you are not Annabeth.”

“I know that now.” Dean leans in and kisses you. A vampire has heightened senses so kissing Dean as one makes the fireworks more intense. “If you thought you’d be rid of me in forty years, think again. I’m going to be around for a long time.”

“Good,” he grins.

He leans in and kisses you again, not afraid anymore.

I need you to know that you are not Annabeth. That’s what Dean said to you. If only he knew just how wrong he is. Annabeth stands outside Dean’s mansion that she’s spent so much time in with a smirk. She runs her tongue over her fangs in thought. If you have any hope of surviving in this new world, you’re going to need her.

Not now. She’ll let you have this moment with Dean. She turns away from the mansion and slips back into the shadows.

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Hiiii! I was re-reading your works the other day (all so great!) and decided I am gonna throw this in your ask box cos it's been floating round my mind, so just in case it sparks anything in yours, but no worries if not... Thoughts on Nate and/or Sam teaching their SO to climb? x

⋆ Nathan Drake with an S/O with a Fear of Heights Headcanons ⋆

Say that five times fast! Thank you, friend, for such a lovely request and representation of us Space Needle Scaredy Cats! Sorry for the long wait. Nathan explicitly has a scene in my probably-possibly-potentionally-one-day-released megafic where he helps a new team member scale a building, so apologies if you read this… and one day it feels familiar. 😉💙🧡

P.S. We got a very similar ask in the pink furry (in)box, so don’t think Sam will be left out just yet. 🙂

As we all know and love about him, nothing shakes the great, intelligent, impeccable, reasonably-endowed Nathan Drake.

He has a magical, well-learned way of keeping his cool and pushing forward in even the most dire, most dangerous circumstances. At least when it comes to himself. 

Most times, it doesn’t even cross his mind that a certain jump or climb or crawl would be difficult for his companion (It’s a miracle Sully’s eyeballs haven’t gotten stuck in the back of his head from their sheer amount of rolling). 

But he promises he’s trying his hardest to be better about it. 

He likes to have some sort of physical touch with his partner whenever the tension starts to pick up: preparing for a getaway, sneaking around a security-packed manor, a civilian-packed market, sporting scarves and shawls to blend into the crowd. He prefers a hand held, but he often makes do with a hovering touch to the shoulder or waist. Any more will make him seem too worried, and he knows he has to be the rock the second shit maneuvers off-plan.

He couldn’t live with himself otherwise.

And on one particularly windy mission morning, a Bolivian cliffside gap leaves you both between a rock and a hard place, Nathan’s hand immediately going to your waist.

“Who do you want to go first?” – You can mostly hear his concerned baritone over the wind.

After a lifetime of spontaneous jumps, he finally asks love first.

But, unfortunately, the answer comes easy— and you prod frightenedly at his shoulder for the go-ahead. Maybe it’s just stage fright when he jumps and lands with such casual presion that you barely have the courage to even reach for the rope once it backswings up to you.

“C’mon, shortie!” He calls with a smile, no matter how tall you are. 

“Nathan…” You inch, switching one hand for the cliffside when a slight breeze rocks your stance. 

Because what fucking idiot doesn’t tell their partner that they’re afraid of heights before scaling the goddamn Andes?

After a few moments too long, and with no movement to show for it, the wind only grows stronger and your legs: trembling harder, Nathan’s face finally screws up in understanding. He musters up a toothy, encouraging smile.

“Don’t worry about it, hun. Just… just start talking.”

What?

“What?”

 “Anything you can think of. Talk about how stupid I am, if you have to.” 

(Depending on your preferred dynamic with him:) “But then I won’t be talking at all. 🥺“ or “BUT THEN I’LL BE TALKING FOREVER!”

But as soon as another particularly strong breeze whistles by, your boot wobbling on the edge and sending a few pebbles skittering off the side, Nate’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes go soft. There’s no time for jokes anymore.

“C’mon, hun. Anything.” 

You think for a moment. 

And you really, really try.

“Did…” You wet your lip, and you can just barely see Nate’s chest rise with a soft, bated, hopeful breath. “Did you ever think Sallah in the Indiana Jones movies was hot?”

Nathan looks at you like you just spoke fucking Mandarin. Except he probably understands Mandarin ten times better than whatever the fuck you just said.

“What?” He asks incredulously, lips wide in a crooked, accidental smile.

“Sallah? He’s like the best friend guy? He wears a little red ha—” 

“Yes-I-know-who-Sallah-is-thank-you.”

“W-whatever! He’s nice, okay?! Closing statement.” 

But whatever embarrassment your flushed face portrays is canceled out by Nathan bursting out into melodious laughter.

And by some chance or miracle, your feet find themselves inching forward. Maybe just in the hopes of hearing that beautiful laugh just a little bit clearer.

“Oh, what?! Like you haven’t thought about it? You don’t think Indy has? Just the two of them together, digging holes on those cold, lonely desert nights…” You ooze dreamily, just to spur his giggles further.

“That’s my girl! Keep talking about diggin’ holes, hun!” Nathan rallies with clapping hands like he’s at a goddamn football game.

And now you’re joining right in on his laughter.

Your feet: forward. Forward. Forward. Nice and easy,

“Oh… wouldn’t you love me to keep talking about holes.”

“Oh, wouldn’t you love me to love you keep talking about holes!” He jeers right back, and your eyes are too crinkled with smiles to notice how his eyeline dips up and down between your own and the ledge below.

Somewhere above, a creature skitters. A mouse amongst the bush. 

A quick shuffling sound. A few pebbles fall.

Fall.

Fall.

Landslide.

And you gasp in fear when the movement has the rock ledge crumbling where your trembling foot was only a moment before. The only registerable sense is the sound of your own heart beating in your ear, your body reminding, begging you of its own mortality. Blood against its cage. You will fall. It’s already happening.

Holy shit… you’re going to die.

“It’s the beard, isn’t it?” But Nathan’s sweet voice snaps through the fog. 

“Huh?” You barely manage to warble out.

“It’s the beard! Sallah’s big, gigantic beard is why you think he’s so hot!” He gasps in facetious discovery, and a little bit of a careful smile shies out of the corner of your mouth. “Which means you secretly do want me to grow one! I knew it!”

You’re not sure if it’s joy or genuine terror that makes you reply as boisterously as you do. 

“You BETTER not!” But it doesn’t matter, because both make you break out into a laugh so hard it hurts, anyway. “I said he’s nice and that I like his stupid ha—!”

“No, no, you’re right! I didn’t think of it like that before. You’re just brilliant, honey.” 

How handsome he is only makes him that much more punchable. 

And in fact—

You just might—

“BEARDED MEN TELL NO TALES, NATHAN DRAKE!” You wail, and without even thinking, your body is pouncing, soaring through the air— the ledge behind crumbling into the sea and survival finding abrupt home in his arms.

The burning sweat at your forehead, your shaking arms, your noodling legs: you only feel them when you finally have no reason to.

Nathan’s smile: puffing air at your temple in a breathy, relieved chuckle. His hands: wrapped around every part of your body he can possibly manage, desperate to hold it, to protect it with his own.

And just when you think you’re about to suffocate against his pillowy barrel of a chest—

“I mean, his accent helps…” You mumble dumbly, flushed face squished against his (wonderfully) stank-smeared henley.

“Oh! Gotcha! So do you want me to—”

“Nathan, you talking in that accent is the last thing I want you to do.”

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[slasherbvnnie]

Ordinary Love Story | Part II

The hours after the Ghostface attack are spent with your friends. Ethan Landry offers himself as your comfort when the rest of the group divides amongst themselves.

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Part I

Warnings: mentions of blood, past killings, nothing too extreme

After everything was sorted out and statements were made to the police, everyone was told they were free to go back and relax. The group found themselves at a diner, though no one really ordered food, feeling the loss and grief settle into the place that adrenaline once was. Tara and Sam were sitting opposite of each other, Chad speaking with Tara as Sam comforted Mindy. You and Ethan were sat next to each other, your hands fiddling with the glass of orange juice in front of you as he stared down at you, you could feel his eyes burning into your skull as you ran your thumb over the beads of condensation on the glass. “I’m not going to mysteriously catch fire or break down into tears.” You turned your head to him, eyes slowly following your movements as he nodded sheepishly. “I know that, I just, I want to just keep an eye out incase you do,” he explained, making you smile a little at his words.

“I’m sorry, that was kind of bitchy,” you apologized, looking back to the orange juice as you felt your eyes water once again. “No, you get a pass to be bitchy,” he said as he placed a hand onto your shoulder. “I just don’t want you dealing with this alone is all, you’re strong and brave but, everyone has a point they break down you know?” His hand curled around your shoulder, his attempt at offering comfort to you as you sighed.

“I just don’t know how to deal with it,” you explained, finally pushing the glass away from your hands, wiping them on your clothes. “Who fucking would,” he said, happy to earn a small laugh from you.

“Do you think we could head to your place? I would really appreciate a shower,” you asked as Ethan nodded. He was more than happy to get you alone, but when Mindy chimed in that everyone should stick together, his happiness died down. With everyone else agreeing, the group left to go to his and Chad’s place, seeking refuge in their apartment.

Ethan was as nervous as usual, tidying up his room as soon as he opened the door for you to go into his private bathroom. “uh- just please don’t mind the mess, it’ll be gone once you’re out and-“

“Eth, calm down. I seriously just want a shower. I would really appreciate some clothes though, if you have any that fit,” you told him, seeing his shoulders visibly relax as he nodded and went to his closet. He fished out a hoodie of his, grabbing some boxers and sweatpants, pushing them into your arms. “I’m not sure if they’ll fit, but just let me know and I can run out to maybe the campus store and see if they-“ “Landry, get to cleaning so you’re not a nervous wreck when I’m out.” He blushed, turning away as you closed the bathroom door. You didn’t bother locking it, trusting him enough to not be a creep and peep on you.

You set the clothes he gave you down onto the counter, turning on the warm water of the shower as you began to undress. You could hear the tall boys footsteps outside in his room, cleaning up whatever he had out there. You laughed a little to yourself when you could hear him cursing as well as failed attempts at starting a lighter, followed by the gentle and soothing scent of a candle. A part of you wondered if he was this nervous with everyone, you hoped that it was special just for you, finding his nervous actions cute and endearing.

You reached your hand out to the water, feeling it warmed up to your liking you began to undress from your torn clothes, peeling off the sweatshirt the police station gave you to cover up. Red water slowly pooled around your feet once you stepped in, ridding yourself of the evidence of only a few hours ago. Your body relaxed under the running water, succumbing to the warmth and comfort it provided. Noticing the pain your body was wracked in for the first time in hours hit you like a ton of bricks, the pain in your knees, the bruises and burns from the killers glove on your wrist, the slightly puffed up skin from the knife running across you in small swipes all became painfully noticeable.

Not only was your mind thinking of the short time you spent with the killer, you also felt yourself wondering who it was behind the mask. You could tell they were taller than you, maybe a guy- maybe someone with just a deeper set voice, but you couldn’t deny that something in your bones told you it was someone you knew. Mindy’s words repeated in your mind, it more than likely would be someone you know. The thought of it being one of your friends churned your stomach into knots, not wanting to think any of them could kill someone, that they could even think of it.

Your thoughts continued to consume and paralyze you, oblivious to the first knock on the door. But when you heard Ethan’s voice followed by the second knock, your head whipped towards the door. “Hey, you okay in there?”

“I’m fine, just finishing up.”

“Don’t make my sid e of the water bill go up please.”

A laugh came from you as you looked towards the shower wall, surprised to not see a 5-in-1. You grabbed the shampoo bottle, finally beginning to get rid of all the grime on you.

You stepped out a little later, swallowed up by the hoodie given to you. The sweatpants kept falling off no matter how much you attempted to tighten them, so you opted for just the boxers that were given to you. Ethan was at his desk, eyes on his desktop before he heard the door open and turned towards you. His mouth dropped open slightly, feeling his sanity slip away as he looked you up and down.

“You’re going to start drooling if you keep looking at me like that,” you teased him, smiling when he immediately straightened up and shook his head. “Almost forgot how you looked without being caked in blood is all.” He played off, you rolled your eyes and dived onto his bed. “What are you doing,” you asked, turning onto your side so you could look at him and his desktop screen. It looked like some sort of website like reddit, maybe another, “I know it will sound weird but…seeing if any of these freaks could he our guy,” he explained to you without facing you.

“Eth-“ “just, some of these people might be weird enough to do it! There’s a few with theories too…”

“Theories?” You asked as you squinted, trying to see what was on his screen.

“Theories like maybe some of the killers in the past weren’t the real killers,”

“So crazy people with crazy ideas,”

“It makes sense! Do you really believe some of these people were the real killers? I mean why has Sidney fucking Prescott survived like 500 killers, once okay, but nine fucking killers?”

“Okay that is kind of weird, but maybe the girl is extremely un-fucking-lucky.” You reasoned, seeing him turn to you with wide eyes and laughing. “Unlucky? The bitch has fucking every deity on her side to survive that,” he huffed out.

“So, who is it that you suspect?” You questioned as his smile died down and he shrugged.

“This is one of the first times the copycat has really traveled, could be anyone but…”

“but?”

“I think it could really be someone we know…or an old victim who’s gone mental,” he explained to you. “No one else has an MO, maybe the last two weren’t the real killers, why not go after Sidney. It just- somethings wrong,” he hoped his words were believable, he hoped you were falling right into his little web that he was weaving.

You flopped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t care as long as they find the person,” you said as you closed your eyes.

“Yeah… I’m sure they will,” he agreed. You heard the clicking of keys and his mouse before hearing the squeaks from his chair, feeling the bed dip as he took the spot next to you. You giggled when he rolled onto you, pretending you were a pillow. “You’re comfy,” he hummed as you tried to shove him off. “and you’re crushing me,” you laughed, smiling as he chuckled and moved.

“So are your parents messaging you non-stop since there’s a new killer?” You asked him as he looked down, shaking his head. “Oh shit, I’ve never asked about them before, I’m sorry, did I just say something dickish,” you apologized as he smiled slightly. “No, not at all,” he said as he sighed. “Mom’s out of the picture, she…passed away about a year ago. As for my dad, he could kind of care less about me,” he said, a bitter smile plastered on his lips as your eyebrows furrowed. “Ethan I’m sorry,” you apologized, his head shaking.

“It’s fine, my sister cares about me. She however hasn’t heard the news, and I’d really rather prolong it because she will freak,” he chuckled as you nodded. “It’s understandable, I would leave if I could,” you admitted as he hummed. “And leave me all alone to fend for myself?” He asked playfully as you laughed.

“You’re a six foot guy with muscles, you can fend for yourself,” you laughed as he pouted. “You’re so mean to me, you know. Not all of us are cuties who get to live because the killer got a boner for us,” he said as you burst out into laughter. Ethan smiled, looking at you with loving eyes.

“I mean, if I was the killer I think I’d let you be my final girl,” he said, searching for your reaction.

“Final girl,” you questioned as he groaned and shook his head.

“Oh my god, you don’t even know what a final girl is?”

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[worms-in-the-brain]

So we know this spreadsheet, right? These are the test results from the study the Magnus Institute ran on that group of kids, including our best guy Sam.

First of all: As Sam is we’re getting more and more MagInst. mentions as the series progresses, i thought it would be neat to dissect it a little. I’m fairly sure that it has been done before, but I haven’t really seen it. Because of that, if anyone has a good post or any additional info I’m missing here, I’d love to see it!

Now, on with

the spreadsheet

I’m not sure if we’ve confirmed what exactly the Institute is looking for with these tests. My current theory is that they might’ve been looking for a host/catalyst/avatar of sorts which they could guide from a young age, though I’m not sure if that holds up.

On top of that, I’m not sure what green opposed to red or yellow opposed to white means in the spreadsheet. I am however assuming that the majority of the kids were eventually rejected.

I think that the kids marked in red are kids who already got or are going to be rejected: Griffin(?), Opal, Winnie and Yasmine. It’s incomplete, though, as we know that Sam got terminated from the program at some point during it’s run.

I also think that the kids marked in white are probably of particular interest to the Institute: Joshua, Zoe, Olivia and Sophia. I’ll be comparing their scores to Sam’s scores, since we know for a fact he got rejected at some point, showing us that his results weren’t favorable for the Institute.

So while we can’t know for certain what the institute wanted to do with these results, we can make an estimation on what qualities they were looking for.

First of, name and date of birth. This isn’t really relevant for us, except maybe that the maximum age difference is about 5 years.

Next: Piaget. Jean Piaget was a psychologist who studied children’s cognitive development. The stages in the spreadsheet are from a theory of Piaget’s that described intellectual development (in particular, the way which they obtain and process information). There are 4 stages in total, but the spreadsheet only contains stage 2 and 3.

Stage 2, The Preoperational Stage: Can use/understand symbolism, struggles to see from another’s perspective, and thinks very concretely (based on one’s own experiences (what they hear, feel, see. Example: something flat is bigger than something round, though in reality the volumes are the same and the flat shape only looks bigger) and the present as opposed to the past of future).

Stage 3, The Concrete Operational Stage: Begins to use/understand logic and conservation (the amount of water in a wide cup is the same amount in a tall, narrow cup), begins to think of how others might think and feel and understand that what the child thinks might be different from what others think.

The most notable on this section is that Joshua is the only kid shown to be at stage 2. Sam and all the other children are at stage 3, likely meaning that Joshua struggles most with understanding that other people can think differently from him and finds it difficult to apply logic.

Kohlberg. Lawrence Kohlberg's stages of moral development are an adaptation of Piaget’s theory centered on moral development in children. There are six stages in total, divided into 3 levels. The spreadsheet shows levels 2 and 3.

Level 2: Action’s morality is judged by social norms and societal expectations. Social rules are generally followed even if there is no reward or threat of punishment. However, the nature of the rules themselves aren’t questioned and often blindly followed. (Includes stage 3 (being aware of other’s judgement and wants to please them in order to be liked/perceived as good) and stage 4 (wants to follow the rules/demand of authority. They don’t really feel the need to please any individual and are instead devoted to a duty to follow laws. When someone breaks a law, they did wrong)

Level 3: Morality is judged on an individual level. Societal norms are recognized as shifting instead of constant. Authorities and rules are questioned. Rules can be broken when out of line with their personal values. (Includes stage 5 (Laws shouldn’t always dictate behavior and the greater good is prioritized) and stage 6 (justice is prioritized. There is an obligation to break unjust laws. Actions are taking because they are fundamentally good, not for self interest or because of an obligation to laws).

Notable here is that Olivia is the only child at stage 2. Likely meaning she has a rigid concept of what is good and what should be done according to a pre-established set of rules and might have trouble recognizing when those rules might not apply or be harmful.

Prosocial. Prosocial behavior is identified by an intent to benefit others, either on an individual level or for the group. This behavior can occur out of empathy or self-interest. It can include a willingness to share and cooperate with, comfort, or help others. It often falls in line with social norms.

Joshua is shown as the only one with a moderate score in this category, which could be indicative that he is less likely to specifically act to benefit someone or a group. This might fall in line with his lower Piaget score. If he doesn’t realize others might not always benefit from what benefits him, he’s less likely to act on it.

Sally-Anne. The Sally-Anne test tests theory of mind. It can show that someone recognizes that others have their own thoughts and beliefs that might not align with reality.

Zoe, Olivia and Sophia all fail the test, showing they might not have a complete understanding of what others might think, feel or believe. Interestingly, Joshua passes the test, despite his lower Piaget score suggesting he might fail. Maybe this is suggesting that he does understand logic and know what others might think, but has less motivation to act in other’s benefit.

Ultimatum. Everyone is listed as ‘fair’, so this category doesn’t tell us much.

Empathy index.

Joshua, Zoe, Olivia, and Sophia all have average empathy scores among most of the other children. Sam has the highest empathy score out of all the children, meaning he probably excels at putting himself in other’s shoes, understanding how others might feel and how they perceive a situation.

Milgram. The Milgram experiments were a series of experiments conducted by Stanley Milgram. They tested the willingness of participants to fallow the orders of authority, even if those orders misaligned with the participant’s own moral code.

Joshua and Zoe scored moderately on the test, showing they were more willing to carry out tasks given to them by an authority figure that went against their own moral beliefs than the children who scored low such as Olivia and Sophia, who likely weren’t influenced by the authority in the experiment and stuck to their own moral. Sam is the only one shown to have scored high on the experiment, probably meaning he is extremely obedient to authority figures and has a high disregard for his own morals when authority needs him to be, despite his high empathy.

Asch. The Asch conformity experiments were a series of experiments conducted by Solomon Asch. They tested an individual’s willingness to conform to the group (of peers), despite their own beliefs.

Joshua and Zoe have low scores, showing that they’re unlikely to go against their own beliefs in order to not stand out in a group. Olivia and Sophia are shown to have moderate scores, they might conform to the group under specific circumstances. Sam, once again, is the only one with a high score, meaning he is most likely to want to blend in with a group and is willing to suppress his own beliefs to do so.

One thing I don’t really understand is the ‘s’ marked in Winnie’s Asch score. Does it mean Standard? Does it show she hasn’t done the test? Is it a typo? No clue!

In conclusion

Considering all that information, I think it’s fair to say that the Institute is looking for children who are easy to manipulate.

Joshua’s level 2 Piaget score behaviour can make it difficult for him to realize other’s might have bad intentions and his moderate Milgram score can mean he’s more willing to fallow the instructions of authorities. Along with that, his moderate Prosocial score might indicate he’s more likely to act in ways that are detrimental to others. Even though he passed the Sally-Anne test, this might make him vulnerable to manipulation.

Zoe also had a moderate Milgram score, showing she’s more susceptible to the requests of authority figures. Zoe, Olivia and Sophia also failed the Sally-Anne test, which might mean they struggle with understanding the intentions of others and how their actions impact the people around them. That can mean they can be influenced to act in ways they don’t fully comprehend the consequences of.

Olivia has a level 2 Kohlberg score, which probably means she has a very rigid view on rules and feels an obligation to follow them. She and Sophia also have a moderate Asch score, making them more susceptible to peer pressure.

But then why was Sam rejected? He had the highest Milgram and Asch test results, which can indicate he can be very vulnerable to manipulation!

I believe it this to do with his high empathy score. Considering that and the fact he also passes the Sally-Anne test, he might have been too likely to figure out what the Institute’s intentions with them were and would’ve likely informed others, which the Institute couldn’t have.

That, or something about his high empathy score would’ve somehow prevented him from becoming a proper catalyst, he might care too much for the people he’d harm and that would somehow prevent something to fully manifest.

But really, I have no idea! If anyone has some thoughts about this, I’d love to hear them!

[ants-personal]

i hope we get to see eli trying to apologize to demetri and of course at first it doesnt work demteri isnt answering him barely looking at him argued about sitting next to him for the trip he tries offering demteris favorite snacks or they can watch his favorite movie he even shares news on something he knows would normally have demetri light up and talking for the next hour but he gets a snide remark and then more silence which even at the hotel finding they are sharing a room eli can tell demetri is holding back another argument since johnny already told him of he has to hear another stupid argument there will be violence

so in the room they both lay there tension thick and eli breaks first frustrated he doesnt know what demetri wants from him hes already apologized hes tried to make it up what else could demetri want for him to beg for forgiveness then please forgive me for not telling you about mit and for calling yoy annoying all mighty demetri and that seems to do something cause demetris rushing out of the room even though they arent suppose to leave which just alarms eli cause when has demetri broken rules and in a place they both dont know

Rushing into the halls and past Daniel who apprently had just caught miguel,sam,and robby all sneaking around who has to grab him by the shoulder to slow him down and reminds him they aren't suppose to leave their rooms turning him to lead him back but eli pushes him off he needs to go do something very important he has to make something right he will go back as soon as its over please and Daniel ponders for a moment staring at eli who is giving his best desperate puppy eyes and so daniel gives in makes it sound like hes yelling at eli to go back and whisper if he isnt in 20 hell send johnny to get him instead

And so hes off running and jumping down flights of stairs the elevator taking to long he doesnt know where demetri would have gone and the hotel isnt too massive but itd take longer than 20 to search the whole thing fonally reaching the lobby he paces eyes scanning the small crowd he wouldnt go far as to not get lost (or kidnapped dont you know the how high the rates of boys like us getting snatched by some creep)

Thats when he spots a sign for some sort of garden courtyard and some part of him is certain that's where hell be so he makes his way pushing the door into the cooler night air its a decent size area lined with benches and seating areas all under canopy of trees and tall bushes blowing gently in the wind litering the ground in shadows theres two lamp posts on either side leaving the corners as thr perfect hide away he knows to keep quiet or demteri will run off before he can get close and theyll be back to square one

He squints into the darkness looking for any sign it isnt until he catches a glimpse of demteris red snoopy pj bottoms he stops in his tracks he hasnt been seen yet he can hear sniffling and knows demetris hugging himself curled over his knees as he tries to keep his sobs quiet hes seen it plently of times when hed get injured by whoever decided to beat them that day or when his parents were first going through their divorce maybe he hated eli seeing him as weaker or maybe he just didnt want eli to feel bad either way it always made elis heart hurt to see his friend like that and its devastating now that he is the cause of it

He takes a deep breath before calling out his name gently but it doesnt matter demteris jumping up and backing away quickly wiping his face of any evidence telling him to go away and leave him alone throwing in a your not suppose to leave the room after dark which eli cant help the tiny chuckle as he points out neither was demetri which as them both standing there demteri looking down at glancing occasionally at eli and any exit he can find adding onto elis mountain of guilt he thinks i could still be a threat so he stay in the same spot but begs demetri to please just tell me how to fix this

And course demetri whos hugging himself shrugs theres nothing to fix everythings fine course he has to be difficult thinking eli is like his mom who would believe him rather than push and get into a round bout argument he never did find out what he told her about his broken arm and so eli stands his ground presses only getting biting remarks back until they are both yelling staff members and sensis and karate war be damned

and soon it finally comes out demetri yelling that eli doesnt even want him in elis life again so whats the point in fixing things which tales eli by surprise demetri taking his silence as shameful agreement he lists off how eli thinks hes better how he thinks demetri doesnt even deserve to be here or how hes closer to the gang than demetri so why would he even need to hang around nerdy loser demetri or go to the same school when he can go off and be mister cool wherever he goes without demetri dragging him down how demetri will end up .. all alone without his best friend again who wants nothing to do with him and is fine without him and he just doesnt understand how after everything theyve been through to just throw him away again when its convenient for him all the while demetris the fool who loves eli though it all anyways

and they both just stand there in stunned silence only disrupted by a security guard coming out calling out to whoevers been making all the noise to come out and before eli can even turn to look towards the direction of the voice demetris grabbing his arm and pulling him after him exiting the yard from the otherside the gaurd yelling after them and soon they are running through halls and hiding around corners to try and make it back up to the room dodging staff and even Johnny and Daniel who are certainly looking for them now

after demteri shoves them into an elevator leaving them both panting as they ride up eli can help but ask love? causing demetri to huff cause of pf course thats what he focuses on and before he can say anything else the elevator dings and they are jogging back to their room eli getting there first they can hear the sensis aruging and thats when eli realizes he doesnt have a key demetri calls him an idiot harshlely under his breath producing a key as they spill into the room turning the lights off and standing by the door both jumping when Johnny bangs on it yelling that they better be in there nerds

They both share a panicked look before they are rustling eachother up to make it look like theyve been sleeping and demetri is opening the door squinty eyed acting very confused and stubbornly innocent eli coming up behind playing his innocence up as well Johnny can only squint at them while eli and Daniel share a knowing look and soon they leave telling them they better not be out again its only when after the door is shut they both sigh in relief and soon find themselves giggling the air lighter between them

Its demetri who turns away first stating its late and they should go to sleep if they plan on actually winning tomorrow climbing into his bed barely getting under the covers before eli is jumping onto of him smile big on his face as he leans over his body demetri scowls and tells him to get off and go to bed but elis too giddy to happy it makes sense now all clicking and he probably is more brawn than brains at this point cause how could he not see maybe he didnt want to at somepoint but its always been there demetri loves him which is a given but this is different kind and its suddenly the only thing in elis life that makes sense after everything demetri was still there for him going out his way to check up on him to make him laugh to include him even in his future the way he looks at him during training even now as demetri still lays theres not pushing him away and telling him he looks stupid and to get off again and the answer is so clear and he knows hes looking at him like he always has like he was the his earths sun stars and moon

And demetris gone quiet watching him closely with baited breath and eli leans down they are almost nose to nose whispering if he really meant it that he loved him he so vlose he can see the tears slowly well up in demetris eyes thinking eli is being cruel hell make fun of him soon enough use it against him whatever part of hawk survived scares him so all he can do is nod taking in a shaky breath as the tears run down eli cupping his face gently wiping the tears with his thumbs smiling softly as he shushes him and whispers reassurances neither sure who closed the distance as lips meet tentatively and softly at first turning into much more confident eagerness demetris sitting up to run his fingers through elis hair eli clinging to demetris t-shirt only pulling when both desperately need air its only then that eli with the sight of a flustered demetris pecks his cheeks and whispers love into his ear

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes and Romance

Part One 🥰

Dean x reader

A/N: this is my first ever written piece on here, so let me know what y'all think, much love my little twinkies💞

Warnings: Talking of killing, swearing, police case, not sure what else.

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The smell of freshly grounded coffee beans fills the cozy little coffee shop. There's about six or seven tables in the middle, but you always choose the little corner seat, mostly everyday you sit there, watching people, listening conversations, finding inspiration.

No one except the waitress ever notices you, though that's the way you like it, sitting there admiring the way autumn takes over the leaves, its always been your favourite season ever since you were that little girl, running around, playing with the leaves, your parents would get so mad at you, for messing up the garden, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your thoughts get inturupted by the waitress, need a fill up? Ah! Yes please Julie, I'd appreciate that, not getting much work done today, saying with a smile. Sure, Julie said, you'll get there, one day I'll know what you do for a living I guess... You laugh a little, yeah one day.

It's not that your in the secret service or something, its just, you are a very private person, despite the fact that you're a social media influencer, and an author of three best selling books. You're actually busy working on a new book right now, but its going slow, you need inspiration of the male character, but just can't seem to find one, hell you can't even think of one, and since its one of those spicy romance books, you can't exactly base the character loosely on your brother, that'll be damn weird. Deep in thought, you hear the bell of the door, chime, welcoming a new customer. You look up from your laptop and see its two men , one man looks like a freaking giant, brownish hair, kinda messy looking, hanging over his ears, the other one a bit shorter but still tall, with his dark blondish hair, neatly spiking in the air, with a little stubble beard enhancing the already amazing, sharp jaw line, pink rose plump lips forming a smile when he excitedly said, with a kinda gruffy voice, look Sammy, they've got pecan pie. Yeah okay! Let's take a seat, and try to behave said the taller one.

You can't help it, you are drawn too him, like a moth to a flame, you quickly look in your flower tote bag, grabbing your sketch book and favourite pencil, and with out waisting anymore time , you pick up the pencil and start sketching the outline, of his nearly perfect face, getting swept away in the aroma of the coffee, the outline of his face, the way his savouring every single bite of the pie, you just have to sketch this man, maybe you can loosely base your books character on him, damn he sure is good-looking you think sketching away.

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Damn Sammy, this pie is just what I needed, Dean said. How is it possible that we never came to this coffee shop, Dean said, looking over at Sam eating his salad, dude he said, live a little, try some pie! I'm fine, thanks man, you know I prefer healthy choices Sam said with a not amused look on his face. Yeah well, whatever, I prefer living a little, we can die at anytime with our line of work Dean said.

Dean can hear a sort of muddled sound of his brother's telling him something, but can't really focus, in the corner, is a woman sitting with black jeans and a black top with a long mustard yellow jersey, with flat shoes matching the black, the light coming through, shining on one side, making her appear like an angel, with a messy hair bun and loose pieces of hair framing hair face, she's wearing glasses with a purplish frame, complimenting her pale, white skin, she's biting her lip, while focussing on something, not quite sure what it is. She is medium built, definitely not the type of women he goes for with their sleek long legs and high heels, but damn she was beautiful, a kind of beautiful Dean had rarely seen!

Dean! Hey! Dude! Snap out of it, Sam said while hitting Dean on the shoulder! What! Is your problem Sam, Dean said frustration clearly in his voice. What the hell man, I've been talking for the past few minutes, and then I just lost you. Bite me, Dean said. Clearly confused Sam taking a bite of his salad, you okay Dean, is it this case that has you all worked up? Yeah maybe! We need to get this guy before he kills anyone else, Dean said frown visible taking another bite of pie, keeping an eye on you in the distance, thinking you take his breath away without even saying a single word...

[bulkyphrase]

I had every intention of updating my @ficreadingchallenge bingo card every week, but wow I definitely did not do that.

Here's the results of my June and July reading! Maybe I'll do this again next Thursday, or maybe you'll see it again sometime in September.

Details below the cut!

For square 3: vampire AU

Oh Negative by Ladyladylady (@ladyladylady1) (Winterhawk, Mature, 17,663 words)

Summary: “Well alright then. In case it wasn’t clear, everyone is welcome here, vampires included. Anyone who has a problem with that can kindly find a new bar to haunt.” Sam emphasizes his words by pointing the end of his bat around the room, making sure to stop at Brock’s old table. No one speaks up for a beat. Then they hear a throat clear. Clint and Sam snap their heads behind them to the door they’re still blocking. On the steps leading up is a shorter man, but he and Sam are pretty tall, so that’s nothing new. More noteworthy is his chiseled jaw, his tangle of dark, shoulder-length hair, his metal arm, and the fact that he is, unmistakably, a vampire.

there are a lot of things that go wrong for clint in this true blood fusion but he does get a sexy vampire boyfriend in the end

For square 4: fluff

Blossoms Every Day by fluffernutter8 (@theawkwardterrier) (Steggy, General Audiences, 1,961 words)

Summary: When you work at a flower shop requests for elaborate bouquets are just part of the job. Requests for bouquets this specific, on the other hand...

peggy and steve communicate via the language of flowers...sort of. very cute, and love the outsider pov

For square 5: fic written by someone who follows you

Treading Desire Lines by @fohatic (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 43,747 words)

Summary: Tony knows that his daughter can be difficult, but he really needs someone to do him a solid when an important opportunity arises. Unfortunately, word is already out: Morgan Stark is a real handful. Never one to shrink from a challenge, Steve steps in, hoping to shift the strained dynamic between him and Tony and having no idea how the course of his life is about to change.

i'm a little cautious with kidfic and endgame fix-its, but this one really won me over!

For square 6: enemies to friends/lovers

a falling star can't fall forever by Mizzy (@mizzy2k) (James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Teen And Up Audiences, 30,329 words)

Summary: Corporate espionage is a dirty job, but someone has to do it. When a recent job goes awry thanks to the Black Widow, Bucky’s team are demoted to babysitting duty: Howard Stark’s spoiled brat is studying in Cambridge and is completely naive to the dangers of the world. The mission isn’t the complete bust he’s expecting: while off-duty, he meets Natasha and it’s love at first sight. If only that damn irritating Black Widow wasn’t also around, determined to ruin his latest attempt to get a life outside of the spying game. Frustrated by her recent demotion thanks to the Winter Soldier and his irritating team, the last thing Natasha expects is to meet the charming Mr. Barnes. Being reassigned to Europe to assist on a honey-pot mission should be frustrating, but with an unexpected new love on the horizon, Natasha thinks this assignment might not be as bad as she’s expecting. Except then it turns out the Winter Soldier is also in Europe, and he seems determined to completely ruin her life… (An International Iron Man meets Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU.)

i 💕 rom-com, identity porn, and spy shenanigans

For square 10: fan art

Muzzled and Bound [!Art] by @darthbloodorange (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, words)

Summary: Greg doesn't approve of his brother dating that mutt, Rogers, so he captures the man to teach Tony a lesson.

i want to read the (nonexistent) fic so bad, but will console myself with this lovely art

For square 11: daring rescue

Die Hard (But Only If No Other Options Are Readily Available) by @jenthesweetie (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 23,915 words)

Summary: Tony hadn’t written off the Avengers when he ended up on the Raft. What he absolutely hadn’t expected was for them to show up to break him out.

this exciting post-age of ultron stony reconciliation fic features two daring rescues and several narrow escapes

For square 12: 5 + 1 style fic

Interruptions by mariana_oconnor (@mariana-oconnor) (Winterhawk, Teen And Up Audiences, 8,307 words)

Summary: Five times Bucky tries to tell Clint how he feels and one time Clint succeeds.

poor bucky (and clint) have the worst luck in this fic, but at least they figure it out in the end

For square 13: unfinished/work in progress (this was a WIP when I first added it to the bingo card, but it's complete now)

Factory Regress by SucculentHyena (@succulent-hyena) (Stucky, Teen And Up Audiences, 54,054 words)

Summary: A crashed ship, a mysterious device, and some unfortunate circumstances.

a very fun fic featuring age regression, magical space adventures, and protective husband bucky

For square 14: multiple authors

Never Surrender, Never Give Up by Loran_Arameri, Serinah (@loraneldin, @serinah80) (Stony, Explicit, 85,896 words)

Summary: It’s 2029 and aliens have taken the Earth. Steve is dead, and everyone who’s left of the Avengers is fighting for the last few thousand humans. They don’t have much time, or rather the energy: the last of the arc reactors will fail in less than a month, and Tony can’t make another one. Their base will fall.The Earth’s best defender is out of options. *** Years they fought against the Chitauri, and they have lost. Steve is sure that Tony would agree: only traveling back in time could save them now. But Steve wasn't sure if he should, and now he's out of time so he takes one last, desperate gamble. When will he end up?

beautifully angsty fic featuring the end of the world, time travel, double identity porn, and some very hot dom tony/sub steve

For square 15: crossover or fusion fic

Early American X-Ray Specs by aetataureate (@psychicrhubarb) (Steggy, Teen And Up Audiences, 23,183 words)

Summary: “I’m going to steal the Declaration of Independence,” Steve said.

this hilarious fic is everything a steggy + national treasure fusion should be

For square 17: reread an old fave

If Through a Door by @jibrailis (Stony, Explicit, 44,036 words)

Summary: Tony is accused of murder on an alien planet; Steve marries him to bring him home.

this canon universe marriage of convenience story with a side of alien murder mystery is one of the first stony fics i ever read

For square 18: 5+ year old fic

Sea Stars by Muccamukk (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 41,960 words)

Summary: Steve comes back to life somewhere entirely unexpected; Tony doesn't remember being a hero; something is rotten in the province of British Columbia, and the 2010 Olympics are doomed.

post-(comics) civil war fic where a magical resurrection meets tech-based amnesia

For square 19: mythical creature AU

Nights When the Wolves Are Silent, and Only the Moon Howls by Cluegirl, Defiler_Wyrm (art by @defilerwyrm) (Stony & Stucky, Mature, 77,612 words)

Summary: “Could you drop all that stoic shit and be my freaking-the-hell-out wingman for just like, five seconds here?” Steve wasn’t sure he could think of anything he wanted less to do than to freak out about his wounds just then though, so he reached across his chest and gingerly patted Sam’s clenched knuckles. “It’ll be fine,” he promised, believing it. “Serum’s handled worse.” “You know, I actually believe you,” Sam allowed after a long second of glaring. “Which is deeply alarming, considering how much of your connective tissue I’ve touched in the last 4 hours. Now you wanna tell me what Russoff’s men did to you that made it look like you got mauled by a bear?” Steve flinched, then breathed the memory down to size. “Not a bear,” he murmured. “Wolves.”

💖 werewolf (mcu) civil war fix-it my beloved 💖

For square 24: BIPOC main character

Fill Her (With Words of Hope For Her People) by sweetheart35 (@billyhargrovetrash) (Gen, Not Rated, 6,236 words)

Summary: Okoye delivers the news. Shuri had watched the two guards who had been assigned to guard her and the android disintegrate into dust in front of her. She had watched, frozen, as one had sighed before closing his eyes and the other turn to her and say “Princess -“ and take a step towards her before he simply collapsed, dust scattered across the floor. Shuri is a genius, the head of Wakanda’s research and development division and their outreach program but she cannot fathom what is happening.

an absolutely beautiful story about shuri leading wakanda after the snap

For square : Free space

Bird Set Free by mrs_d (Samsteve, Teen And Up Audiences, 15,361 words)

Summary: Steve thinks all hope is lost when he gets transformed into a helpless finch, but then he meets a man who smells amazing and, even better, can understand what he’s saying.

this super-cute fic features steve as a fierce but easily distracted finch and sam as a bakery shop owner who can talk to birds

[fluffyzoey]

Toss Him In Back

In which Zoey Chambers panics and kills a man. Thankfully, a new cowboy friend with a baby blue pickup truck is there to help her bury the bully

“Let me get this straight–you just killed someone? Like…killed them, killed them?”

This was not, in any way, the way Zoey Chambers foresaw her evening going, but now here she was, pulled over in a bush on the outskirts of town with a full-on wild west cowboy staring her down while her ex’s lifeless body sat in her passenger seat, oozing from a head wound. 

…Maybe she needed to rewind.

It was an accident. Zoey did not want to kill Sam Sweetly, not really, not in the grand scheme of things. She didn’t want to have shot him with his own gun after he came by uninvited when he knew her roommates weren’t home, but that was, as the kids say “creep behavior” and the firearm was within her reach! She let the impulsive thoughts win, that’s all. Sam folded to the ground like an adirondack chair, crumpling onto the tile floor of the kitchen Zoey had neglected to clean for the past four days.

Oh, oh god…looks like you fucked up, Zoey.

She sighed and dug her keys out of her purse.

The ride to the Witchwood, the only place Zoey could think of to dispose of a body quickly, was mostly uneventful. They (being Zoey and the corpse, obviously) drove past a couple on an evening walk, what was either cardboard or a dead possum (didn’t matter; whatever it was looked like Sam currently) and some beautiful “Fuck Clivesdale” graffiti on the wall of the local shoestore, before the Ford started making noises similar to a cat coughing up a hairball. It sputtered to a stop, and Zoey had just enough time to pull over.

That led her basically to where she was right now: pulled over on a backroad with Sam’s remains splattering onto her dashboard. She had stepped out of the car to assess damage, but apparently she wasn’t the only one driving around Hatchetfield at 9:37 pm.

He was not a small guy; quite the opposite in fact! He was tall, beefy, and wearing an outfit that looked like it belonged on one of those guys from the gay cowboy movie that somehow ended up on tv last time she watched it with Hailey. 

“Hi.” She thanked all that was good in the world that her windows were tinted, otherwise the carcass in the front seat would have drawn a lot of attention. The man smiled at her, bright as the fucking north star, the light from her phone flashlight illuminating his gold tooth. 

“Didn’t expect to see no one else out and about this late.” He flashed that winning grin once more. “You lost?”

“Nope!” Zoey squeaked. “Not lost, just…broken down, I guess.” She gestured to the unfortunate state of her car. 

“Out for a little…evening joyride?” He questioned, peering around her shoulder. She shifted in front of him. 

“Yeah, haha, looks like I’ll have to get towed…” She snapped her fingers in a sort of ‘Ah, dang it’ gesture. He looked on kindly. 

“I wouldn’t mind given’ ya a ride home.” He held out his hand to shake. “Eddie Chiplucky. Dunno if we’ve met before.”

“Zoey Chambers. Don’t think we have. And, ah, thank you for the offer, but I can just…” She flipped through her mental list of people she could possibly admit to murder to. No names came up, save for her brother, Zach, who she did not intend on ever letting in on this secret. “I’ll call my…friend…or something.”

“Stranger danger?” He chuckled. “Welp, if you say so. Nice to meetcha, miss. I’ll stick around until your buddy gets here, wouldn’t wantcha to get cold. You can come sit in the truck and warm up, if ya want.”

“I’m…sure the heater still works in mine.” She stuttered, turning her attention back to her own car and the very noticeable bloody smear on the inside of the windshield. Eddie Chiplucky was not stupid, she could tell that much.

He’s onto me, isn’t he?

“Now, what are we gonna do about this whole…” Eddie moved his hand, vaguely encompassing Zoey, her vehicle, and the crimson-stained mess contained within it. “...Situation? How the hell did you even manage this?”

“It’s Hatchetfield. I don’t know if you southerners now this, but it’s really fucking easy to get away with murder.” 

“This ain’t your first rodeo, then?” He turned slightly, and Zoey’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of a shotgun tucked at his side. She wondered if he was planning on asking her to duel at high noon.

“Well…the first time wasn’t fully my fault.” She had just admitted to murder. There go my chances of being on Broadway! So long, big stage!

Eddie put a finger to his lips. “Zip it, lock it, put it in yer pocket. I won’t tell. You got a reason for why this fella had to meet an end?” He stepped closer, examining Sam through the window. 

“I didn’t know he had a key. We used to date, before his…wife found out…” The last part stung. Not only had she fucked around with a guy thirteen years her senior, but he was also married. Toxic, abusive, yes, but still a mistake on Zoey’s part too. 

“He had it comin’, then?” Eddie pressed his nose against the glass. “Yeah, he had it comin’. Look at that badge, that’s a cop right there.”

“That has nothing to do with the fact that he’s a scumbag.” Zoey insisted, knowing fully well that it had everything to do with that. “And he’s gone now anyway.” 

Eddie stepped away from the car and immediately jumped back a little. Zoey was shocked too, and before they knew it, the pair were bathed in hues of red and blue. Zoey’s first thoughts were omg, bisexual lighting! Before realizing she was A) not bisexual and B) probably about to get arrested. Eddie’s hand went for his gun as the car door opened. 

“We got a call about a drunk driver down here.” A short, brown-haired man with dimpled cheeks stepped out of the cruiser. Zoey recognized him immediately: Bailey B. Bailey, a regular customer at Beanies and a shitty tipper. “A couple on a stroll saw a young lady swerving all over the road.”

Bailey strutted up to the car, eyes never leaving Zoey. “Gonna need you to be a good citizen and take the breathalyzer for me, okay?” She took a timid step back. 

“I- uh…” 

“You know that arguing can get you in even more trouble, right?” Bailey sighed. He shook his head, glancing down at his feet. 

And then it happened.

He saw.

“Miss…Miss Chambers. What the fuck is that in your car? Unlock that car.” He growled. “Is that…? No! Sam? Officer Sweetly?

Zoey’s pulse quickened. She was dead. Bailey was pulling out his radio, he was gonna call back to the station and then she was gonna get arrested. For the second time that day, Zoey Chambers was about to kill a man.

She wasn’t even thinking. She just bolted toward Eddie, snatched the gun out of his reach, aimed, and shot a bullet directly into the cop’s neck.

Eddie stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’re a sharp-shooter.” He eventually choked out. “I guess we’ll need my truck. Toss him in the back.”

[jonkentt]

a little Sambucky ~

Bucky starts collecting vinyls. Sam notices them accumulate in his apartment. How very typical of Bucky to buy records while refusing to invest in a mattress. Sam glances at the pile of blankets shoved under Bucky’s couch and regrets it.

“Even thinking about you sleeping on this floor every night makes my back hurt.”

“I sleep on the couch sometimes.”

“Yeah?” Sam claps a hand on Bucky’s shoulder with a laugh. “That’s great, maybe we’ll be able to get you in a bed before the next century.”

“It’s a lot less important than you make it seem.”

“If you slept in a bed you’d see my side.” Sam squeezes Bucky’s shoulder and leans into him. “You know I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know,” Bucky says softly and Sam can tell he’s smiling.

“What’re you doing?” Sam leans over Bucky’s shoulder to get a look at the kitchen counter which is littered in tea bags of every color. It looks like Bucky just dumped them all out of the jar he stuffs them in. Why he can’t keep the different flavors in their individual boxes, Sam has no idea.

“Makin’ tea. What kind do you want?”

“Umm you pick. Something fruity.” Bucky grins. “Make sure it goes well with—”

“Honey. I know.” Bucky reaches to open the cupboard above him and pull out a honey bear for assurance. Sam gives his shoulders another squeeze before wandering over to a stack of records that hadn’t been here last time Sam came over.

Sam picks through the records on the top, wrinkling his nose at Dire Straits and Journey. He sets those aside so he can get to the box underneath and leaf through them properly.

“Buy anything good lately?”

“You ask me that as if I would buy bad music.” Sam snorts. “But yeah I found a couple European records. I guess it’s called ‘downtempo’. Café music. It’s nice.”

Sam hums doubtfully. He hears the electric kettle start and continues to look through Bucky’s music, gently pulling out one at a time to look at the covers. He doesn’t recognize a lot of these, which Sam immediately equates to Bucky’s inferior taste. God, he hopes Bucky didn’t pick up any of the stuff Zemo played on his jet.

Bucky sidles over and rests his vibranium hand gently on Sam’s hip. With the other he flicks to the back of the crate and quickly pulls out an album in black with white geometric line art on it. Sam quirks an eyebrow just to be difficult.

“If this is some weird indie shit—”

“Just let one side play out, Sam. Then pick something else if you hate it, but you won’t cause it’s good.”

As Bucky slips the record from it’s sleeve, Sam plops onto his couch. He stretches his arms and leans back, closing his eyes. This has become sort of a routine for them: Sam coming over and Bucky playing his music. It helps Sam unwind, relax, finally exhale the intensity he feels he’s always holding inside. Bucky’s one of the few people Sam can truly be at ease with. They give each other a lot of shit but it comes from a place of truly embracing one another for who they are. It’s never in question that they have each other’s backs.

Sam settles more comfortably into the couch. Whatever tea Bucky’s steeping smells lovely. Definitely fruity. Sam only half pays attention as the record spins through the first track but so far it isn’t bad. As the next track starts all smooth keyboard and mellow vibes, Sam might even dare say it’s relaxing. He opens one eye when Bucky presses a steaming mug into his hand.

“Happy Tangerine,” Bucky says with a wink. “With honey.”

Sam smiles and hums his approval, closing his eyes again. The record is unexpected. Somehow the music is both upbeat and very chill. A pleasant ambiance that inexplicably reminds him of tall evergreens against a pink sky. Sam brings the tea to his lips to blow on it.

“What’d you say this was?”

“Downtempo. Downbeat? I had to get the record shipped in from the UK. It was a whole deal.”

A laugh tickles the back of Sam’s throat. “Nerd.”

“You hate it?”

“No…” Sam considers. “It’s almost okay.”

“Mm, told you.” Bucky’s voice is low and soft. Sam can feel the heat of Bucky’s breath on his lips and his heart skips. Their faces must be so close. They’d barely have to lean in at all to close the distance.

Slowly, Sam opens his eyes. He blinks. Bucky’s face isn’t there. Sam tilts his head to look around the room but he knows what he’ll find. Bucky is sitting against the opposite wall right beside his record player, mirroring Sam with his head tilted back and eyes closed. Sam blinks again and slowly, silently, exhales. He looks at Bucky for a moment longer. His upturned face illuminated by sunlight filtering in through the window and catching the dimples of his small smile.

Sam drops his head back again. One day he’ll have to do something about this. The whole imagining what Bucky’s lips would feel like on his. The whole mistaking the steam of his tea for Bucky’s breath as if it would be just as sweet. But for now he lets their old routine play out.

for @saryasy

on Ao3

[jamiesfootball]

i am of course most interested in the leverage au, but i would love a fun fact about it's not jan maas's fault he's tall as well

Leverage AU

Pulling from my spreadsheet I really don't think I can do words to how much I would love to see Hitter! Roy as Juror #6 in the Juror #6 Job.

The newness of being on a team he can trust where everyone isn't trying to stab him in the back. He's spent so long perfecting his intimidating stance and gnarly personality -- what do you mean these people find it funny? It's not funny; he's a threat.

And then Ted tells him with a folksy smile that he's going to have to serve his fake-real civic duty after he is accidentally selected for Jury Duty ("I think your script kiddie code worked too well, Beard. Beard? Where's Beard?" "He's playing chess against the mark. Apparently she has a board set up in the war room." "Aw, hell. Well that's him gone for the afternoon.").

Then the almost. Stifled. Way. He asks for help. When he thinks the trial might be fixed. Him storming out when no one believes him that there is a conspiracy lurking at the heart of every etc etc.

So they end up hatching a plan and part of that plan is that Roy -- here known as Brett - needs to get the other jurors to open up. Keeley and Rebecca tag-team trying to teach him how to sound approachable. Rebecca eventually gives up, but Keeley does stick around and teach him how to pick pocket someone's bracelet off their wrist without them knowing.

When he gets back to the trial and starts 'making small talk' they are all baffled that his voice can go so high? (He sounds like Brett Goldstein. They are all disturbed)

Then we have Rebecca as a fake venture capitalist doing her best impression of Jack, a venture capitalist nepo-baby that she met one time that she didn't particularly care for but who had dope suits.

And finally we have JAMIE AS A FAKE LAWYER. GIVING THE WORLD'S LONGEST POWER POINT PRESENTATION. Is he believable? Sort of, in 'my parents paid for my degree' way. Is he very charming though? Yes, absolutely. He also mispronounced jurisprudence (jury'sprudence) but that could happen to anyone. He also got to punch more guys than Roy this week because the mark tried to have him 'taken care of' in the bathroom. He is thriving this week.

It's Not Jan Maas' Fault That He's Tall

This started as a stupid one-off idea off of someone's post that was 'what if someone on the Richmond team could read minds?' Well, I picked Jan Maas, after an Isaac-induced football to the head. The key takeaways from this one:

Jamie - chiller than you thought, his head is nonstop ear worms, and he is surprisingly funny (Jan missed all of s1 Jamie's jokes and that is a crime to me)

Dani - thinks in vibrant colors and feelings, gives Jan a new appreciation for how deeply sensitive Dani can be towards his teammates moods (also, more irritatingly, tends to pick up whatever song is in Jamie's head if he hears so much as a note. Leads to Jan having to hear 'baby shark' in stereo. he might kill them both and hide their bodies)

Sam - Sam is....look, Jan is having a bit of an emotional moment here. Because he knows he can be blunt, but he is starting to have an epiphany of how fucking soft some of his teammates can be, and it's a little overwhelming for him to realize how much he likes these people (he won't stop being blunt. but maybe he can consider being blunt about positive things sometimes)

Colin - Colin's inner dialogue is blisteringly judgemental and endlessly stupid. Jan needs to hang out with him more

[practically-an-x-man]

Which canon character does your OC respect a lot?

Does your OC have a crush on anyone?

Who has your OC made cry?

Who does your OC love? (platonic)

Does your OC love anyone? (romantic)

Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?

Is there anyone who your OC would die for?

For Spider and Quinn

Thank you so much!!

Fandom OC Ask Meme

Which canon character does your OC respect a lot?

Spider: There are only like 2 other main characters in the movie but here we go- Sam (Lupita Nyong'o's character), for sure. She's going through all this with a terminal disease, in a lot of pain at every given moment, and he's got a lot of respect for how she still holds herself up through that.

Quinn: She's actually got a lot of respect for Five, and it's the only reason she's managed to stick through physical therapy so consistently with her. Five can be friendly, but she also doesn't take any bullshit from anyone (including Quinn), and that's exactly the kind of person Quinn respects. Yes, please, call her out when she's being an asshole! At least you've got the guts to be honest!

Does your OC have a crush on anyone?

Spider: I mean, they're all a little too focused on the impending doom and destruction of society to be thinking about that sort of thing, but... there might be a budding thing with Eric (Joseph Quinn's character) there. I mean, the guy reads poetry and does close-up magic, he's such a goofball, what's not to like?

Quinn: She's had a crush on Billy for about eight full years at this point. Has this changed now that they're together? Absolutely not. As far as she's concerned, he's still the hottest guy in any room and will always be a total catch.

Who has your OC made cry?

Spider: Honestly... I can't think of anyone. Maybe it's just that he's a new OC and I haven't sorted out all the details yet, but I can't quite picture this. He's not quite a ray of sunshine the way Jimmy is, and he can admittedly be a little out-there at times, but he's still a pretty nice guy.

Quinn: Out of the canon group... I don't think any of them, really. They're a pretty hardy lot, I don't think anyone would cry particularly easily. But I'm sure she's made plenty of people cry in the past, intentionally or not - she's tall and kind of intimidating-looking, and her sharp wit doesn't usually go over as well as she'd like it to.

Who does your OC love? (platonic)

Spider: He had a lot of friends before the apocalypse, mainly in the film circles (they just get him, and they're the same type of weird, like they're on the same wavelength), and one of his main goals post-Death Angels is to try and see if any of them have survived.

Quinn: As much as they get on her nerves, she loves the other Ghosts. She just loves being a part of a crew, there's something about it that's always been close to her heart.

Does your OC love anyone? (romantic)

Spider: Not yet. Again, imminent apocalypse, not much time for romance. He has had relationships in the past and did love his partners, but none currently.

Quinn: Again, Billy. They're absolutely inseparable.

Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?

Spider: I mean... does anyone ever bear witness to a full character arc? Isn't everyone always changing and adapting in some way, just by the nature of life? Anyway, philosophy of it aside, I don't think so. He comes in at a very specific point in time, just like how Sam and Eric end up meeting in the movie, and he witnesses some character growth throughout that, but perhaps not a full arc.

Quinn: If it's anyone, it would be Billy. She met him when he was still pretty inexperienced with leading the crew, stuck with him as he got better about being a leader, stuck with him while he was with Lex, with Kyiv, and then when they finally get back together again, she sees the way he's matured after a few near-death experiences and all that time apart. The guy she'd known back at the start of the Wolf Pack would not have been so patient with her disabilities, let's just put it that way. He's a lot more open and understanding than he was when she knew him before (and it's mainly because of her...)

Is there anyone who your OC would die for?

Spider: No, but I don't mean that in a selfish way. He can't really imagine dying at all. He takes risks, sure, and he knows there's danger in those risks, but if he's going to die he imagines it'll come from some kind of accident or unforeseen circumstance, not something he'd seek out even for the sake of a loved one.

Quinn: Oh, sure. She really does have faith in her cause, and while she certainly isn't throwing herself into the paths of all the bullets she comes across, she wouldn't hesitate to give her life for any one of her teammates if it really came down to it.