#i think youve seen good sam and this felt fun so !!

[mastermicd]

@cardiosurgcn liked for a starter (still accepting).

"i asked you for breakfast because i need your help." she wasn't about to beat around the bush if she could help it. sam knew that it was likely obvious that there had been more to her invitation than she had let on from the outset. everything these days felt like it had an ulterior motive. but she'd been pushed to her breaking point, and the one person that she could count on to truly be on her side was patrick. "i want us to take my father down as head of the cardio department. and i want us to run it. together."

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

[fiftyshadesgrl]

Consumed part 7

(Y/n)'s pov

I cant believe i agreed to a night out with dean, well not just dean cause sam would be there but still. I put on pair of faded ripped jeans and a red strapless top, it laced up in the back like a corset which i loved then i slid on my black wedges. I done my makeup and checked myself three times before i walked out to the living room.

Deans jaw dropped and he didnt try to hide it, sam looked at me and gave me a thumbs up. I grabbed my black clutch bag and placed my cell phone inside. "Ready?" I tried to hide my nervousness as i walked out on the porch. After sam and dean came out behind me i turned and locked the door.

"Whos ride we taking?" Sam asked, i shrugged as dean jingled his keys in front of us. After we all climbed in the impala dean set off down the street.

"Theres a place ive been to a couple times, about ten minutes away." I say from the back seat. Dean nods and i direct him to where bullys bar and grill is. There was only two other cars parked in front of bullys, but it was before 8 pm so of course it hasnt started up yet.

As we walk in i see one of my good friends who happens to be the bartender behind the bar. "Hey dex!" I say to him as i slap my hand on the bar.

"Hey darlin' long time no see. Whereve you been?" He walks over and pour a glass of whiskey for me, my usual.

"Just busy with work and everything." I say, i motion to sam and dean, "dex this is sam and his brother dean. Guys this is dex."

Sam nods but dean just glares at him. I nudge deans arm and clear my throat. Dean straightens up and says, "two beers and a bottle of whiskey." Dex nods politely and brings dean and sam their drinks.

"Hows life been dex? I havent seen you in months." I ask him as he leans on the var in front of me.

"Ah," he shrugs, "been going through alot of changes here lately but other than that the same old thing."

"What kind of changes?"

He shakes his head, "nope my secret will be revealed all in good time."

I smile widely at him, "ohhhh, sounds like someone has a lady friend." I wiggle my finger at him.

He laughs, "something like that." Someone signals him at the end of the bar, he promises to be right back and i just nod. Dean grabs my arm and twirls me on my stool to where im facing him.

"What the hell dean?" I jerk away from him.

His eyes stare daggers at me but i dont wilt under his green eyes. "No, what the hell was that? You fucking the bartender now?"

I furrowed my brows, "what!? No! Even if i was its none of your business."

He squinted his eyes at me but sam spoke up before we made a scene. "Come on, we came out to have fun. Can you two at least be civil for just a fee hours?"

"I was being civil until this ass decide to start something." I said as i turned back around.

I saw from the corner of my eye sam placed a hand on deans shoulder and whisper something to him. Dean nodded and turned to me. "Im sorry (y/n)." I just nodded as i gulped my whiskey down and poured another. Sam sighed and gulped down some of his beer but it wasnt long before things went back to normal, whatever normal was for us.

Sam spied some brunette on the other side of the bar and had been in her company most of the night. Dean found a blonde and was occupied by her for the moment. I was left sitting at the bar drinking whiskey, a half bottle gone already. Dex walked over and stopped in front of me.

"Ya know what." I said a little to loudly, being halfway drunk. "I like being alone."

Dex nodded and chuckled, "thats a good thing. Most people think you have to have a significant other to be happy."

I shook my head a little to fast making the room spin. "Nope! Not me! I mean look around us everyone who comes here is only looking for one of two things."

Dex raised his eyebrows at me. "Those two things would be?"

"A, wanting to drown their sorrows or 2 their looking to get laid. But ya see once the lay part is over theyll be back to drown their sorrows." I pour myself some more whiskey.

He crosses his arms, just like a certain person that drives me crazy. "Comes full circle then, huh?" He says as he wipes down the counter.

I raise my glass to him and hiccup, "thats life for ya. Always chasing something but never truly getring your hands on it." I looked back at dean who was whispering something in the blondes ear, making her giggle and playfully smack his shoulder.

Dex looked from dean to me. "You okay darlin'?" I nodded and downed my whole glass then poured another. I felt a hand on my shoulder a few minutes later while me and dex were talking, i turned and it was dean.

I raised my glass towards him, "well if it isnt mr charm the panties off any girl coming or going himself." I patted the stool next to me and he sat down. I looked at dex, "his charm used to work on me, but my panties wasnt enough for him."

Dean cleared his throat and dex chuckled and looked down. My brain to mouth filter was gone at this moment. "(Y/n) hoe much have you had to drink?" Dean asked and i held the bottle out to him as i started pouring more in my glass. He grabbed the bottle from me and handed it to dex. "I think youve had enough."

I nodded, "youre right, i have had enough. Ive had enough of you." I poked my finger in his chest and he actually looked surprised. "Ive had enough of you acting like you care then make an excuse to come out and bring me along just to be hitting on some bottled dye hair blonde."

He laughed, i knew my words didnt come out right but for some reason i couldnt make them come out right. "See that just shows you dont care about me. You never did!"

Dean stood and grabbed my arm, "alright, its time to go home."

I jerked away from him, i lifted my hand to slap him but he caught my wrist. "What do you know about home. You had something called a home when you had me but it wasnt good enough was it." He bent and threw me over his shoulder.

I fought for a minute then felt all the alcohol i drank starting to make its way north. "Dean put me down!" He kept walking, "seriously dean, im going to puke all over that fine ass." He set me down quickly and just as quickly i leaned over and not so gracefully upchucked all over the pavement.

Dean held my hair back, i swatted at his hand but he didnt let go. When dry heaves was all that came out dean spoke rubbing my back. "You done?"

I nodded wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I started to sway as i stood up straight but soon was in deans arms. The next thing i knew i was being carried down a hallway, my hallway into my bed. Dean took my shoes off first then my shorts and shirt, i wanted to resist but my limbs were like jello.

He took his flannel and put my arms through it then buttoned it up. I wrapped my arms around myself and took in the scent that is only described as dean. He turned to leave but i grabbed his hand.

"Dean?" I whisper.

He looked down at me in what seemed like surprise, "yeah?"

I patted the bed and he sat down. "Im sorry."

"For what sweetheart?" His fingers were rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

"For not being enough for you. I tried so hard to make you happy, but i failed. Just like i do with everything else. I hate that i couldnt keep you home at night, that you felt like you had to go elsewhere to get what you wanted. Most of all i hate myself. I hate because i failed and mostly i hate that i still love you." My eyes became heavy as they started to close i whispered, "stay with me."

He hesitated but then he pulled his boots off and crawled in bed beside me. I nestled my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. I fisted his shirt as i felt my tears coming through my lashes as my eyes closed. "Ive really missed you." I whisper.

He kissed the top of my head, "ive missed you to baby."

I hummed when he said that, "i love it when you call me that." Sleep overtook me then, i didnt dream that night but i had the best night of sleep in a long time.

@holylulusworld @an-unhealthy-obsession @tftumblin @vicmc624 @justanotherwinchester

[galadrieljones]

11 questions

tagged by @tex-studmister​. ah, thank you!! <3

1. What’s your favorite time of day?

Night. At night, my little ones are asleep and I am free lol. I’m also a night owl. I like the feeling of being alone and awake when most everyone else is asleep.

2. What’s your favorite smell?

My husband. I’m trash for him I love him so much. We’ve also been away from home and from each other for like twelve days so I’m...wah. We’ll both be back home tomorrow and I can’t wait.

3. What’s the best dream you’ve had? the worst?

Well I never seem to remember good dreams lol. My worst dreams are probably associated with losing or neglecting my children. I had a dream once that my husband’s entire family and I were vacationing in a huge old farmhouse in the middle of a cornfield. All the kids were outside playing, and when they came in for dinner, my 4yo son was not among them. I kept asking if anyone had seen Sam, but no one had, and worst of all, no one seemed to care that he was missing. They just kept telling me he’d turn up. But I remember in the dream, standing by the backdoor, looking out upon the vast, post-harvest cornfield all alone and feeling the most helpless and afraid I’ve ever felt.

4. What is the strangest thing you remember someone has said to you?

I’m not sure. People often used to tell me that I remind them of Kristen Stewart. I thought that was strange.

5. What is your favorite thing you’ve overheard from a conversation?

I like overhearing bros talking about bro things. Like the other day I was pushing my baby in her carriage and was walking behind some college boys on their way to a rec basketball game. I work at a university and live nearby. The boys were probably 19 and were all like, “If we keep practicing, we’ll improve, and we’ll start winning again,” and also like, “Totally. I also think smoking is bad for my game so I’m gonna stop till the end of the season,” and like, “Good thinking, bro,” and “For sure, bro,” etc. etc. It was SO VAPID but SO WHOLESOME I almost died. 

6. Fav viddy game?

I really REALLY love Red Dead Redemption 2 and it’s a close second, but at the end of the day my favorite game will probably always be The Last of Us.

7. What character would you love to hang out with the most? (can be from movie, game, tv series, book etc)

Um, Arthur? aslkjfsa;lkdjfasldkjfsd. Please.

8. What’s a game you’ve been wanting to play, if any? (If this doesn’t apply then a movie/tv series you’ve been wanting to watch, book youve been wanting to read etc)

I recently just bought A Plague Tale: Innocence and also the season pass for Life is Strange 2. I’m really really looking forward to playing both! At some point! If I can ever manage to tear my ass away from a certain depressed cowboy mentioned in #7! :)

9. Which do you prefer? A day at the beach, walk in the forest, day out on the town, or getting cozy staying at home?

Getting cozy at home! I am a cave woman. I hate leaving my cave lol. Though I do love a day on the town, just not with the kids. If it’s just me and the hubs, then a day on the town is super fun.

10. Describe the outfit you feel the most you in.

Probably a baggy t-shirt and shorts, with a pair of birks. I am not fancy. I am kind of just a tomboy with very long hair.

11. When’s the last time someone complimented you?

After you have a baby all anyone does is compliment you for a year. It’s affirming, considering what you’ve been through lol. So probably sometime in the past week, someone has told me, “You look great! Oh my god!” Lol.

I’ve done this a lot in the past several weeks so I’m not gonna tag anyone. Anyone who would like to answer these amazing questions though is more than welcome and please tag me if you do <3

[i4z-0892-il]

Monster House 2

Summary: Posing as Newlyweds Sam and Y/n set out to investigate what’s killing the visitors of a secluded Inn, and attempt to keep their working relationship professional.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4000

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, some smut mentioned, language

A/N:  This story is going to be Trope central so buckle in babes.

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Unpacking was quick, and quiet. Though with Sam silences weren’t particularly unsettling. There were hundreds of occasions where it was just the two of you left alone with a bottle of whiskey and a mountain of lore to sift through. You never felt like you had to make small talk to fill in the gaps, you never really felt like there were any gaps and when the chats did come up they flowed naturally and without expectation. Being with Sam was just comfortable, he was easy to exist beside. Which made him easy to fall for, easy to love.

Dean was always open about his designs toward you. More often than not you figured he was being facetious, but he hit on you frequently enough that it was obvious he’d go for it if only you’d ask.  Sam on the other hand was always respectful, even when he had full opportunity not to be. Last year he’d found a particularly exciting tidbit of information that apparently couldn’t wait to be shared. So he walked into your room without knocking, when you’d just stepped out of the shower- hair wrapped in a towel and nothing else. You screamed at him in surprise, hitting the floor behind the bed to hide your bare ass. It took only a split second to register and he turned away just as quickly, face red as a tomato as he covered his eyes, calling: “Sorry! I should have knocked! Sorry!” He left and never brought it up again. But for the rest of the day he couldn’t look you in the eye without red creeping into his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but grin a little. From then on out he made doubly sure that he knocked before entering whatever room you were lodged in. If he didn’t hear a response he’d just wait, patiently, and knock again.

Though you’d never barged in on him, you were guilty of sneaking peeks at him where you could. You liked watching him, he was strong, and tall, and elegant. It wasn’t as if watching him hang his giant shirts was anything particularly invigorating. Still you enjoyed the view. His shoulder to waist ratio alone was enough to drive you crazy. And you’d seen him without a shirt on, you knew what was hidden under layers of canvas, plaid and cotton. A golden expanse of taut rolling muscle, all firm and warm and inviting. You were practically dripping at the thought of running your fingers through the soft hair on his chest.

Sam turned his head in your direction and you snapped your eyes back to your bag as if it were the most interesting thing in the entire world. Oh shoes, fucking fascinating. Socks, amazing. Underwear, such nice material! You’d deny it if you were asked, but you packed your nicest panties. Not that you had much in the way of lingerie, but like everyone you had the ones you wore on your period, the ones you wore any random day, and then you had the nice ones. The ones you wore when you wanted to feel sexier, the ones you wore when you were trying to get lucky or show off a little.

He could have sworn he’d caught you looking at him, but brushed it off as wishful thinking. Taking your preoccupation as a moment for himself to gaze at you and appreciate the curve of your ass when you bent at the hips to carelessly shove your bag under the bed. Strong thighs and shapely legs, the kind he’d like more if they were draped over his shoulders.

Dropping into the bed with a sigh you rolled to your back allowing yourself to sink into the bed that was almost too soft, too fluffy, too comfortable. It was a complete change from the norm, where you weren’t sure if the sheets were actually washed, and the bed was so hard the floor was a more comfortable option. But you were not one to complain about the tiny offerings of luxury your life occasionally offered. Wiggling your hips you settled in with a pleasured groan and let your eyes fall shut, only for a moment, to appreciate the most comfortable bed you’d ever get the chance to sleep in.

Sam watched you enjoy yourself with a grin. When the soft moan escaped your throat he found himself trying not to think about the sounds you make as your fingers gripped the blankets or nails raked red welts down his back. Or your teeth sinking into a pillow to stifle the pornographic cries that would fall from your lips. The way your hips would move and roll in tandem with his until all you could do was hold on as he fucked you into that bed and fell apart beneath him. He would make you forget how to speak, the only thing you’d be able to scream would be his name and a flurry of barely intelligible curse words in desperation. “Sam..! Uuuhhn-fuck, Sam!”

“Sam!” You shouted as you smacked him in the arm jerking his attention back to Earth as he turned to look at you, upright on your knees still in the bed. Surprise and embarrassment written on his face, cheeks flushed pink. “Did you hear a word I said?”

“Hmm? What? Uh-yeah.. Of course.” He scoffed and stumbled through his words as he sank into the edge of the bed beside you, crumpling the large plaid shirt in his hands into a ball in his lap to hide his frustration. Cocking your brow in amused confusion at his uncharacteristic fluster you handed him a nicely laminated printed card.

“What were you thinking about?” You quizzed. There was no price too high that you would pay to sneak a peek into his head. It wasn’t terribly often that you’d catch Sam spacing out, he was always pointed and focused. Even if you couldn’t tell exactly what was rolling around in his mind you could guess, and 90% of the time it had something to do with whatever crisis was being dealt with at the time. On occasion though you’d see him like he just was, obviously off in la-la-land somewhere, and those were the times you wanted desperately to know what he was thinking.

“Nothing.” He defended a little too quickly as he snatched the card from your hand ready to change the subject to literally anything else. There was no force on this Earth that would get him to admit the perverse things he thought about you- let alone to your face. The idea of how your expression would change to uncomfortable disgust at the notion made him cringe. He was looking at the card but couldn’t tell you what a single word said. “What did you say?”

“I knew you weren’t paying attention!” You affirmed your accusation poking your index finger into his rib. Tapping the card in his hand you continued. “Firstly, I don’t know how to tell you this, because I don’t want to break your heart or anything but- no wi-fi. Secondly, look at this itinerary! You don’t actually expect me to do this tonight do you?”

No wi-fi would be a problem, that meant limited research. It was to be expected though, the place was set so remotely he didn’t think there would be much signal of any kind, so he didn’t show up naked entirely. He brought his Dad’s journal, and a few other books, and he’d had quite the collection scanned and loaded on his computer. Hopefully whatever it was they ran into would be somewhere in the materials he brought. If not, you’d be taking a trip to the city for internet access. Skimming over the card to follow what you meant he let out a snicker.

“This is what you’re worried about?” Sam asked flatly as he held the card up. You gave an exaggerated shrug, not sure what was so unclear about what you were saying. “A cooking class? Really Y/n?”

“What, Sam? I don’t cook! I can burn water.” You stated matter-of-factly. It wasn’t true necessarily, you’d never burnt water, but you’d also never successfully cooked anything in the way it was actually supposed to be cooked. It wasn’t like it was your fault! Everything you ate was microwavable. Besides the fact that you hadn’t grown up around a functioning kitchen. Frankly cooking was the least of your worries. You were basically a human garbage disposal anyway. As long as it was cooked all the way through, and at least mildly edible you were good. Carbs were carbs. Calories were calories. No one was expecting you to be a gourmet chef when you were regularly covered in monster viscera.

Sam gave a soft laugh shaking his head and turning to look at you as he nudged you with his shoulder giving you a sweet smile. Those dimples. God, you could have drowned in them.

“Y/n, I have the utmost faith in you. You can attend this stupid cooking class and you’ll kick it in the ass.”

“You’re sweet. But you’ve never tasted my cooking.”

“Hey, no matter how terrible it turns out, I promise I will lie and say it is delicious.” Sam reassured you with a grin. You smiled back in mock offense and shoved his shoulder as you plucked the card from his hands, and stood.

“Wow, Sam. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Anytime.” He snarked watching you start to pace, your eyes glued to the text.

“I mean look at this crap- is this really what normal couples do for fun?” You paused dropping your hands to your sides. He only answered with a shrug, neither of you exactly had much to compare with. You turned your attention back to the card and continued. “Wine tasting.”

“What’s wrong with Wine tasting?”

“Who drinks wine? Rich people, Depressed Mom’s and Lonely Single Women- that’s who.”

“I like wine.” He defended. Your face twisted in skepticism.

“I have never seen you with a glass of wine before. Whiskey, Bourbon and Scotch- sure. But Wine? C’mon Sam.” You didn’t wait for him to answer as you continued to the next item.  “Dancing on Thursday. Do you dance, Sam? Because I don’t dance.”

“Now- that’s not entirely true.” He interjected with a suggestive grin. He’d seen you dance before, a few times. Usually after a few shots, and with some lucky local you’d pick up for the night. Sober you may not dance, but drunk you certainly knew how to move those hips. Heat crept into your cheeks and you moved on, not even wanting to dignify his comment with a response.

“Friday night Movie night. They have a movie night.”

“Hey, I’m not exactly excited either, but it can’t be all that bad.” Sam offered. Half trying to convince himself. From the flat side-eye he earned it was apparent there was no thrill to be had on your part.

“I mean you’d think there’d be stuff on here like hiking, or yoga, or a couples spa.” You huffed and dropped the card on the table beside the bed. “Can we just… go wander around and scope the place out instead?” You asked, you could think of a thousand things you’d rather be doing than attending some stupid cooking class. Just about anything sounded like a less painful option. You’d rather be bound and gagged by something trying to eat you than have to figure out what the fuck a Souffle is.

“I’m sure we’ll be back from checking out the property in plenty of time. If there’s anyone else staying here they’ll probably be there, it’ll be a good chance to talk to some of the others here. See if they’ve heard anything.” Sam reasoned, always logical, and usually right to your displeasure. With a groan you let your chin tilt back and your shoulders slump, a little light bulb going off in your head. Rolling your head up to a tilt you gave him a flirtatious smile. He opened his mouth to speak and you placed your index finger over his lips. They were soft, and warm, and you wondered if he tasted as sweet as his cotton-candy pink mouth looked.

The glimmer in your eyes shifted changing in an instant from your usual sweet and sour demeanor to looking at him through curling lashes sultry and tempting. You hand fell from his lips to curl a long chestnut brown strand of his hair around your finger.

“What if, instead, we skipped it.” Your tone painting a vivid picture. With your cocked brow and devious smile there was no mistaking what you were suggesting. “Said we just couldn’t make it down, because we were... Busy.”

You were supposed to be newlyweds after all, and what was more convincing of a happy, healthy, lovey-dovey relationship than blowing off some bullshit class because you were too busy fucking all night?

Sam swallowed the tension in his throat, if that were an actual option on the table there would have been no need to convince him. Nevertheless he was more than willing to go along with your game, if that’s where you were taking it, two could play. His large hands settled on your hips, warm and heavy, creating gooseflesh through the thin cotton layer of t-shirt. You wanted his hands on you forever. Wanted to burn his fingerprints into your skin like a tattoo. He pulled you in, between his thighs and close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him, his cologne filling your senses. The corner of his lips curling into a smile as he peered at you with those kaleidoscope eyes making you weak in the knees.

“You make a very compelling argument.” His voice smooth like scotch and just as intoxicating. Taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger made your heart skip a beat, or just dead stop. You couldn’t tell, your eyes falling to his lips, nervous anticipation shooting like an electric current through your veins. The slow drag of his thumb over your lower lip made heat pool low in your belly and your breath catch in your throat. He edged closer to you close enough to feel the heat of his breath caress your face. “But we’re still going.”

Then he smiled at you, a shit-eating grin and stood up to finish doing whatever the hell he was doing. His hands dropped away from you leaving you standing there breathless and trying to recollect your wits. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head in frustration. Folding your arms over your chest you plopped on the bed with a pout, and crossed your legs tightly trying to ease the pressure that had built.

“That was a nice moment Sam. That was a nice moment, and you ruined it. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” You snarked, and by the grin still plastered on his face- he was.

Standing at the top of the long gravel drive you held a map open in front of you, Sam right behind you and able to see clear over your head without issue. Little red dots stippled the map and at the very center of them sat the Inn. Reaching a long arm around you he pointed at one of the markers.

“Alright, so that’s where the last vic was found.”

“Correction- that’s where parts of the last vic were found.” You interjected, his lips pressed into an unamused line as he looked around the property, extending an arm to the left of the driveway and into the thick of the woods.

“Right, parts. Whatever, that’s about a mile that way…”

“Every bit of remains they’ve found have been at least a mile from here. They’re not exactly grouped in one area either. Look at this, they’ve been found just about everywhere. This is a really wide net we’re trying to cast here Sam.” You expressed at the spattering of red dots all over the place. Some further out, some closer in, and everywhere.

“Right, so we go to the freshest spot and hope we get lucky.”

“Great plan and all, except the remains at that location were two months old when they were found. I sincerely doubt that whatever’s out there is going to be there still. Especially with Police in and out of there for the last couple weeks.” You said. Sam paused hazel eyes scanning the treeline as he absorbed the information you were giving him with a nod.

“Guess we’re just gonna have to pick a direction.”

“Okay.” You agreed, folding up the map and stuffing it into the pocket on the inside of your coat, cinching the button at your waist. “Which way you wanna gamble on?”

“Hold on- let me see that map again.” He asked, absentmindedly. You sucked your teeth digging back into your coat to retrieve it. “Isn’t there a lake around here?”

“Yeah, not just one though, there’s several in the surrounding three miles.” You answered unfolding the paper again, and handing it to him to study.

Looking down the winding gravel road and into the mist that seemed to breathe between a trees a chill slid up your spine. You always got antsy before hunts. Couldn’t help it. Didn’t matter what you faced or how many times, it always gave you the jitters. Even after all these years you still got scared. You would never admit it of course, and you’d mastered the poker face to keep it under wraps. But there was honestly no way for you to truly prepare yourself for whatever was out there, not when a single slip up could mean the end. Each new hunt, even with a foe you were familiar with was still jarring and nerve-wracking. It would always be until you either died or didn’t hunt anymore.

“Going for a hike?” The woman’s voice from behind you made you jump nearly out of your skin with a gasp. Hand on your chest you turned around wide eyed to see Esmeralda standing there with perfect black curls surrounding her perfectly cut face, cascading down her perfectly petite shoulders. She wasn’t asking you of course, her eyes fixed on Sam who folded up the map and tucked it in his back pocket as he turned his head to face her.

“Uh, yeah. Thinking about it.” He answered, she gave him a smile, a perfect smile, with straight white teeth and full pouty lips. She was so pretty you kind of hated her for it. Like, damn lady, we get it, you won the genetic jackpot, you don’t have to rub it in by existing and breathing air.

“Well there are a few trails if you follow the drive down to the main road. Though some of them can be a little hard to navigate if you don’t know where you’re going.”  Esmeralda explained. God, even her voice was perfect and sexy. You could have groaned, or rolled your eyes- you didn’t because you didn’t make a habit of being rude, not that it would have mattered anyway. She wasn’t paying attention to you in the slightest, you could have been a sentient tree and it wouldn’t have made a lick of difference. No, instead she was focused completely on Sam, placing a delicate little hand over his bicep as she pointed around the property. Because groping him was obviously necessary for giving directions. Her fingers were so long and elegant and slender you imagined they’d snap like toothpicks with the proper amount of pressure. “If you’re looking to sight-see, the paths to the North West behind the Inn take you further up the Mountain with plenty of breathtaking views.”

“Actually we’re thinking about checking out some of the lakes.” Sam replied. She smiled at him as if it was the most novel idea she’d ever heard while giving his arm as squeeze.

We get it! He’s jacked. Back off lady. You thought, gnawing on the inside of your lip, just waiting for the whole conversation to be over already. Would it be appropriate to bust up the party a little? You were, after all, supposed to be his wife for all she knew. But you didn’t want to come off as possessive, or jealous. Even though you were and it was absolutely killing you! You resolved to just crossing an arm over your chest and chewing on your thumbnail as if it were going to help you keep your composure in some way.

“To the West is Spider Lake, it’s further into the woods and up the mountain, Spider Creek feeds into it, it’s lovely up there. And to the South East about a mile and a half is Lake Kulla Kulla. It’s a wonderful spot for fishing I hear- if that’s something you enjoy..”

“Thanks, Esmeralda.” Sam replied.

“You’re most welcome Mr. Wesson. Do be careful not to stray too far from the paths, people get lost in these woods easily.” She cautioned. Her voice oozed over ‘Mr. Wesson’ as if she could have sex with the words. Her hand was still glued to his arm like a fucking magnet.“Oh and you will be back in time for tonight's activity won’t you? I’d hate for you to miss out on all of the fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, we plan on being there.” Sam assured with a smile as he stepped back detaching from her grasp and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Your arms fell around his waist instantly as you leaned into him.

“We are just so excited.” You lied enthusiastically as you brought your right hand to his chest resting over his heart, making sure the little rock on your finger was near impossible to miss. Her icy green eyes cut to you with a look of pure distaste. You recoiled stunned and more than a little put off- if looks could kill. It was brief, nothing more than a flicker before she gave another radiant smile, but you caught it.

“Wonderful, we’ll see you when you return. Enjoy your hike.” Esmeralda said before heading back to the Inn. Sam turned his attention back to the map but you watched her sashay until she disappeared inside.

“The fuck was her problem?” You scoffed Sam turned his eyes to you curiously with a furrowed brow.

“What?”

“You didn’t see that?” You asked jutting your thumb behind you.

“See what?”

“You didn’t see the look she gave me?”

“No?”

“Well she looked at me like I spat on her, or pushed her Grandma down the stairs for funsies…” Or like she was pissed that the hulking Adonis in front of her was spoken for. Not that it seemed to matter to her much. Sam chuckled in response, studying your body language as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, chewing on your fingernail in nervous frustration, eyes like daggers on the front door of the Inn. If he didn’t know any better he might have mistaken that look on your face for jealousy. But you were always a little on edge before a hunt- you’d never admit it, but he knew.

You were pretty good at covering, but he’d known you too long not to pick up on the buzzing nervous energy coming off of you in waves. It never ceased to amuse him though. You were fearless, if there was ever hesitation about going into a situation you wouldn’t wait for a game of rock-paper-scissors, you’d just go in. He figured you did it because you either liked embarrassing them a little that you’d go in before either of them, or out of the need to show yourself that you weren’t afraid. Either way your courage in the face of your own palpable anxiety was endearing, and something he admired about you.

“What do you think- start with Spider Lake?” He asked. You answered with an agreeable shrug.

“Monster’s gotta have a watering hole right?”

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Should I let you go?

So this is a sequel to How Do I Let You Go?

Summary: You are going to marry Bucky Barnes in a few days and on his Bachelor's party, Steve got drunk thanks to Thor's Asgardian liquor. You ended up having to look after drunk Steve and he ends up having an alcohol-fueled confession about his unrequited love for you.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Mentions: Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, a dash of Natasha Romanoff the rest of the team

Warnings: Implied sexy time lol. Fluff at first, regrets and angst towards the end as usual.

"How do I let you go?" Steve asks again, his voice fading to a whisper as his eyes drifted close and his hand cupping your face and holding your hand falling limp. You sigh, wiping Steve's tear-stained face and fixed his blanket. Your heart felt like it was tore from your chest as you stare at Steve, finally at peace in his sleep.

You couldnt believe the things he had just said. You shake your head. Part of you hated him for not saying anything after all this time. Thinking about how much you and Bucky probably had unintentionally hurt Steve by always having him included in every milestone in the relationship. You've always come to Steve for help for all the anniversaries, preparing for Bucky's birthdays and achievements while Bucky was always telling him pretty much everything about you. Bucky told you that even on picking out the engagement ring, Steve was right there with him. But a part of you is confused and that's what's causing the tears to fall nonstop. You hated that you're feeling confused. You're marrying Bucky in a few days. You shouldn't be feeling this way.

The tears wouldnt stop pouring from your eyes, even after getting a hot shower and crawling into bed in Bucky's arms. The image of Steve crying in agony as he pours his heart out for you haunted you. Thank God for Thor's liquor knocking Bucky out cold because if not, your little sniffs and quiet sobs would've woken him up instantly. That was the first night in forever that you cried yourself to sleep.

The light escaping your blinds burn bright red against your lids. You grimace, putting a hand on your face. "Are you awake, sweetheart?" You nod and smile involuntarily upon hearing Bucky's morning voice and feeling his strong arms pulling you close. His metal fingers grab your face then he's kissing your mouth.

"Good. Morning. My love." he greets with every peck, his lips traveling down your neck. You giggle at the feel of his beard and his hand skimming your sides down to your thighs. "Bucky! That tickles!!" you squeal, swatting his hand laughing. "What?" he asks feigning innocence, looking back up at you but the smirk on his face fades. "Y/n, what happened to your eyes? were you crying last night?" he asks, furrowing his brows as his cool metal fingers ghost over your puffy eyelids.

Shit. Youve completely forgotten about last night. "Oh, no. I must have an allergic reaction to the make up from last night." you shrug. He stares at you doubtfully for a second then his frown deepens. "Stop using that shit please you dont need it anyway." he leans down kissing your lids. "You're already so beautiful. You really dont need anything else." You sigh and hugged Bucky. "Thanks, love." you murmur against his cheeks. The occurrence from last night replays on your head and it's making your heart beat faster.

"You doing okay already? I've never seen you drunk before." you say, trying to keep your mind off of Steve. Bucky props himself on top of you, his chin on the valley between your breasts with his hands on your sides. "Yeah, I'm good now. Last night was incredible, thank you for making me go." he grins. "I'm glad you had fun. You guys were all pretty wasted." you say as you lay your head on your arm to be able to look at him better. "Thor brought the good stuff last night. Sam and Clint were long gone after their first glass. But Steve! Fucking Steve was a monster last night, taking drinks one after the other. I don't know what's gotten into him! And he's the one who dared us all to jump off the yatch!" Bucky laughs, his eyes glazes as he fondly tells you his story. You plastered on a smile and a little fake laugh because deep down you felt bad knowing well the exact reason why Steve was acting like that last night. "Of course we all had to jump off too. Well, I had to at least. The idiot just jumped butt naked on icy atlantic waters. What was I supposed to do, right? He's my idiot." Bucky shakes his head, a reminiscent smile on his lips. "I can't help but see him as this asthmatic scrawny kid even after all these years." his chest rumbles against your stomach as he laughs. You usually love it when Bucky gets all talkative like this. You loved that his eyes lit up as he tells you everything on his mind but right now you really just want to keep your mind off of Steve.

There were 3 knocks on the door and then it swung open. Sam walks in, hands over his eyes and a playful smirk tug his lips as he hears you and Bucky scramble to get decent. "Stark asked me to bring your asses down to the conference room for the last remaining details for the rehearsal dinner." he says with a shrug. Bucky hurl a pillow at him effectively resulting in Sam hitting his face with his own hand with a smack. "Barnes I know I interrupted a possible sexy time and I'm sorry.. That I'm not sorry!" Sam says with a chuckle, throwing back the pillow which landed flat on Bucky's face as well. You hear incoherent grumbling from your fiancee as he starts to climb out of bed, metal hand whirring as he reaches for Sam who is snickering his ass off. You shake your head and grabbed Bucky by the waist, not really in the mood for one of their infamous brawls. "Sammy we'll be down in a minute. Buck, calm the fuck down love!" you grunted holding him back as hard as you could. "Yeah, you better run, Wilson!!" Bucky screams as Sam sprints out of the room laughing like a mad man. Bucky glares at the ceiling, "FRIDAY, didn't I ask you not to let Sam in my room or Y/n's?!" the AI responded ever so calmly, "Sorry Mr. Barnes, but Boss did ask Mr. Wilson to come get you and Ms. Y/LN." Bucky growls, muttering under his breath.

"Jesus Christ, Buck let it go. It's pretty late in the morning anyways." you sigh as you get up to walk to the bathroom. Bucky looks after you with a disappointed look on his face and asked, "So no sexy time? Stark can wait. I mean, it is our wedding after all." You chuckle as you slip the straps of your night gown down your shoulders. "Let's multitask." you wink, cocking your head towards the shower and Bucky's face lit up before scrambling to his feet, lunging himself at you.

You met with Tony after the steamy shower to run through the details for tomorrow then headed to the kitchen for breakfast. It is quite the ruckus every morning usually but today most of them were groaning and barely touching their food, very much hungover.

Your heart stills when you saw Steve by the kitchen island making himself a cup of coffee. When he looks up, he flashes you and Bucky a smile. "There you two are, coffee?" he asks, raising his mug. Bucky lets go of your waist as he approaches Steve. "Yeah pal, I could use one." he says. You blink and took a second before walking over to them. Surprised that it's as if last night didn't happen at all for Steve.

"You were so drunk last night, Rogers. I had to carry you to your room!" Bucky laughs as he takes the mug in his hands. "Could you not talk so loud??" Natasha groans, dropping her head into the kitchen island. "Sorry about that." Steve wrinkles his nose. "Guess I lost track of the number of drinks I've taken. Thanks for not letting me sleep in my vomit, by the way." Bucky shakes his head as his mouth was still filled with coffee, once he swallowed he turns to you saying, "You should be thanking Y/n. She's the one who dealt with your drunk ass because I was pretty hammered myself too." You saw Steve's cheeks and ears get red as he bites his lip. "Y/n, it was you? Christ, I'm really sorry. And thank you." he says, smiling shyly.

You stare at him in disbelief. He didnt remember that you were there in his room last night, so he probably didnt remember telling you all those things. You blink and plastered on a smile, "Oh, sure. " you say.

"Alright gentlemen, go finish your breakfast, we've got final fittings to attend to. " Tony says as he walks in the kitchen, pausing to give you a peck in the cheek before heading for the fridge to grab an energy drink. "Pepper will be here in about 20 minutes with the designer. She asked me to tell you ladies that she'll meet you at the conference room." he says.

You tore your gaze from Steve who was unbothered as he chat with Bucky and Sam on the corner, turning to Tony. You nod a bit too late and mutter him a thanks. "You alright?" Tony asks, walking over to you. You wet your lips and glanced back at Steve, a frown tug on your lips. "Yes, I'm fine." you say, smiling half heartedly at Tony. He didnt buy it of course, not one bit. "Come on, darling. What is it? What's bothering you?" he pressed, following where your gaze was seconds ago. Tony looks at Bucky with Sam and Steve, trying to think why Y/n looks the way that she does. Suddenly it dawns to him, he turns to you, touching your arm. "Are you getting cold feet?" he whispers. Your chest heaves and you avoid Tony's gaze. "No, I-I just.." you sigh, pulling on Tony's arms, towing him out of the kitchen.

You told him everything because seriously, there's no point in hiding from Tony because he knows you too well. He stares at you worriedly though he didn't seem surprised. "I dont know, maybe it was just the alcohol talking or maybe-" you sigh, dropping you head in your hands. "Steve told you the truth. We've known about this unrequited love for years." your head snapped up looking at Tony like he'd grown another head. "You knew?! Wait, you said, we? Who's we??"

Tony sighs and looks around warily. He asked Friday to secure the area, locking the doors and soundproofing the glasses that divides the room. "Nat and I knew for the longest time. We were on a mission together. Remember Siberia? When we got ambushed and Steve got hurt real bad?" you nod, how could you not? "On the way home, we all thought he was gone for sure and Steve thought so too. He pointed to his things and asked us to retrieve his sketchbook. He asked us to give it you in case he doesnt make it and to," Tony sighs and held your hand. "to tell you he loves you."

"Bucky and I weren't together then." you murmur, your brows knitting together. "True, but Steve knows at the time that Bucky is already head over heels for you." Tony says with a sigh. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, feeling the blood drain from your face as you confessed. "But I was in love with him too, at the time " you confessed, tears stream down your face.

Tony leans back to the couch with an exasperated breath. "This just got a whole lot more confusing, y/n." you shake your head as you wipe your tears. "It shouldn't be. I'm marrying Bucky in a few days. What do I do, Tony?"

"I guess you listen to your heart, kid."

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A Dose of SPN Positivity!

For those who know me, they know I love this show.... flaws and all! im critical sometimes, but not overly. Bottom line, I am addicted to the story and Im in love with Sam and Dean.  With Season 14 about to start, and we’re all getting antsy, too much negativity has been flying around, so I want to share some things i love most about the show, and maybe make some of you reflect for a moment and think “Yeah, that is pretty great” and smile.  Supernatural has been referred to as “The Little Show That Could” and to me, its such a fitting description. Logically, on the surface, it looks like it just can’t. I mean, how can a fantasy/horror show, survive with such a low budget, light special effects, and not very scary most of the time. I mean hell, they dont even have that many monsters that look like monsters, so why has it lasted longer than a season or 2? Let alone, 14 seasons with no signs of stopping yet. First and foremost is obvious. Sam and Dean and the actors who play them.  This essay will be full of gushing about these boys, so if you dont feel like enduring such a hardship, scroll on past. if that interests you.....

Yes these 2 fabulous men are the life blood of this show. Without them, we’d have nothing. THEY are the reason, this little show can, and does. Even those who like one and not the other, even if they dont realize it, the one they prefer is who they are because of the other. Both of their qualities and flaws can be directly linked to their influence on each other. If for some reason the other was gone for good, the one left will change drastically. As we see when one is dead or in grave danger, albeit temporarily, the other changes. Sam is no longer sweet, laid back and practical, and Dean is no longer funny, charming, and nurturing.  In fact, they both seem to become an amplified version of their brother. When Sam dies, Dean gets quiet, sometimes too quiet. He also gets methodical and focused. You may get lucky and just get shot in the back, but if he chooses to speak, he chooses his words to let you know shits gonna hit the fan. “You have my brother, and you have one chance, just one, to hand him over, and if he isnt in one peice, when I find you, and I WILL find you, I will take you apart” Sam on the other hand is boiling over with emotion. My boy becomes savage. He doesnt always choose a lot of words to say, he gets his whole point across most of the time with “WHERES MY BROTHER???!!!!” This... my friends, is good stuff! These things couldnt be done with such beauty without Jared and Jensen. Their offscreen relationship, whatever it may be, is wonderful. Theres no denying the love and respect they have for each other. They are very supportive of each other, and help make the other better at their job. They’re not typical actors who have a work relationship but otherwise spend time with each other. They genuinely enjoy being together, and this shows on screen. When two people are this good at their jobs, and with each other, you just have to keep watching. Other things I love about the show, are kinda small. Some maybe youve never noticed, but maybe now you will and enjoy them too, like... Brains vs Brawn: At first glance, we all go Sam=brains, Dean=brawn right? But thats not actually the case. Dean is far from stupid, and Sam is nowheres near a wimp. Dean teases Sam about being a nerd, and Sam doesnt mind, he kinda wears his nerdiness like a badge of honor. Dean will never admit to being a nerd, but he is. He’s read Vonnegut, knows every old west cowboy statistic, and likes LARPing. Sam, though a bookworm, is one tough mofo. hes tall and muscular and has shown to be a little freakishly strong. He can also take a great deal of pain. And though Dean is known more to be the fighter, he can be very warm and nurturing. And nerdy Sam can make you shit your pants with just a look if you piss him off just right. I absolutely LOVE this balance!! Its one of my favorite things! Old school vs New; A lot has changed in 14 seasons. The brothers have grown, as well as the story, but their roots are never forgotten. They’re still driving around in the same car. Hell. Baby has become the 3rd lead! Even though they have mom back, they never forgot her, or dad, and both were spoken of often throughout the series. They refer back to old days often, so we can all get a feel of nostalgia when we remember too. Most episodes bring the deep past up in one way or another, I love this! Loss and Death: I know so many of us complain that they die and come back too much, but I have a real appreciation for it, The circumstances are always different, and so are the methonds of coming back. Sometimes the death isnt serious, or they dont “seem” dead, like in First Blood or Dark Side of the Moon, when there may have been an initial “wtf?” we got to see them in heaven, and in first blood, they came right back. However there was deep seriousness in All Hell Breaks Loose, No Rest for the Wicked,  Do You Believe in Miracles, Swan Song, Red Meat and Beat The Devil that you felt the dying brother’s physical pain, and then the emotional pain of the surviving brother.  No matter how many times they die, they still hit these types of episodes out of the park. WE may know theyre coming back, but they dont. it still crushes them and I love this! Sam and Dean’s Sexuality: I love that their sexual natures are different, but theyre both okay. Dean is sexually active, enjoys porn and vocalizes some fantasies, Though Sam can tease him a little, its just brotherly ribbing, its not judgemental or trying to make Dean feel bad. Sam isnt overly sexual, he’s gone many seasons without sex at all. He doesnt appear to enjoy porn, we know he doesnt like strip clubs, and its NOT because he’s unattractive!! Dean teases him but he doesnt try to make him feel bad. When he has heavily suggested that Sam get laid, its just because he wants him to have fun. Dean even said he appreciated that Sam wanted to stay pure and waited. Otherwise, its okay that Sam is (at least kinda) asexual. Neither are shunned or judged because of their sexuality. Winsync: This is one of the greatest things. if they didnt do this, we wouldnt care, we would never say “It would be a much better show if the brothers mirrored each other, or did the same thing at the same time” but for whatever reason, TPTB wanted this, and it works so well! Its an intimacy we can see without the show going OTT bromantic. Its the connection, the closeness, and being soulmates. I LOVE this! Soulmates and Brothers: Normally a show will make soulmates out of lovers. It’s not often they do it with siblings. It helps justify their deep love and devotion. It adds an additional layer to their relationship. It makes them so tied together that they will share eternity in heaven together, and not just in their memories. This was a very good decision made by Kripke and crew, so we will all know they cant live without each other, even if they just lived in different homes. I love this! Meta Madness: Though I dont like all the meta episodes, I do love the fact they can do them, and DO do them. Because the whole premise is the supernatural, nothing is impossible, even AUs and cartoon worlds. Sometimes I might roll my eyes, but its awesome to me that they can experiment this way and see how it goes. I Love this!! The Bros are Oblivious: Sam and Dean have been through basically everything, and have seen and done everything, yet they seem shocked when people say theyre famous, or when they heard people tell stories about them. Occasionally they grasp their importance, like when they tell people they save the world, but they were impressed that Asa fixed killed 5 Wendigo, and had an Angel Blade, and Father Luca met the Pope. I mean God hung out at the bunker and made them pancakes! Their Heads Dont Get Too Big: Every once in a while, TPTB make sure we, and the boys, remember that they are only human. Even if they lock away Satan, kill Death, save God’s life, they’re just men. Remember when Bobby died and Dean was sure he wouldnt because “its just one bullet!” ? I can see how it would seem so silly to Dean, and even to us, that someone who has lived through so much, could die from a stupid little bullet. I think that one of the smartest things the show has done in ages, was to have Sam tortured by Toni and friend. Sam was so bold and cocky (and need I say sexy?) telling Toni he’d been tortured by the devil himself, and what could she do to him... He soon learned Hell torture or not,  cold showers still suck, blow torches to the feet still hurt like hell, and a mortal human can still fuck with his head. And Dean, well he can still be put on the injured reserve list from a jacked up leg. IMO S12 was great for re-humanizing the Winchesters. I love this! Comedy to Tragedy: Some of the best episodes, started out funny and ended in a tear jerker. Mystery Spot, Just My Imagination, and Beat The Devil top my list. I love the emotional rollar coaster, Coming away exhausted from an episode is the bestthing I can ask for! They havent tried it the other way around, tragedy to comedy, and thats good. If you are crying at the beginning and laughing later, it doesnt justify the grief and you may feel let down and hollow after. SPN is great with having some humor in even the most depressing episodes, but they know when using it and leaving it out is best. I love this! Brohugs: My #1 favorite thing, aside from the hug in 6.1, they have all been beautiful. Not once, have the boys lost the love, or even repeated the same hug. Each one conveys a different message, a different emotion, but all say “I love you more than everything” and I wont ever get tired of them! I would do anything for a single hug in my whole life that had such love in it, as any Winchester bro hug! I.LOVE.THIS!! Now I hope if you read this far, you got to smile a few times, and a spark was added to the fire that you fell in love with 14 seasons ago. Here’s to S14, i hope its filled with all of these wonderful things!

[whxtiswriting]

A real Angel ||

Sam and dean are hunters and problem solvers. They go where they are needed and they dont stay very long after a case is solved. 

They were packing up a hotel room when a woman frantically tapped on the door. 

She was frail, thin, and her plaid over coat dress was falling off of her shoulders. 

"Whats she want?" Dean asked, not too interested. "I paid for the room." 

Sam rolled his eyes and opened the door. "How may I help you, maam?" 

"You boys solve problems? Dont you?" She asked. 

"We dont have time to find a cat or open jars-" dean snarked. 

"I'm not really sure how we can help you." Sam said nicer than dean would have. 

"Its my daughter-" she said frantically. "Shes joined a cult-!" 

"We don't normally do cult things." Dean replied. 

Sam frowned and ushered her inside. "Why dont you have a seat and we can see if this is the kind of thing we can help with." 

Dean rolled his eyes as he was attempting to close his suitcase. "It wont be-" 

The lady walked in, clutching her handbag and dug around inside of it. "They say they have an angel-" 

Sam frowned, "would you like some tea?" 

"I would like for you to bring ny daughter home!" The lady snapped, pulling out a thin, long, red envelope. "She sent me proof!" 

The lady shoved the envelope into sams hands. 

Sam opened it and his heart kind of stopped for a moment. 

There was a long black feather inside. The tip where it came from the wing was coated with dry blood, the edges shimmered with light, and it brought an energy to Sam that he had never felt before. 

Dean looked over and frowned. "A feather? That could come from anything." 

"But it didn't! It came from my daughter! You need to save her from this stupid cult!" The lady snapped, "I can pay you! I have money!" 

Sam handed the envelope to dean, and looked back to the lady. "What do they call themselves, this cult?"

"The children of heavenly light." The woman scoweled, pulling out a pamphlet. "My daughter was a college student, she was successful- they targetted her and many others- I havent seen or heard from her in many months. Please- please help her." 

"We will do what we can and be in touch." Sam agreed, handing her his card. 

After she left, Sam turned to dean. "Did you have to be so- rude? This could be easy money." 

"Or it could all be a stupid ruse." Dean said, still stroking the feather. 

"The cult seems to be located in the mountains up north; I'm gonna call Bobby and see if hes ever heard of them and see if theres anything unnatural to this claim-" Sam replied, stepping outside. 

Dean sighed, tucking the feather back into the envelope and grabbing the bags. Either way, they werent staying in this motel anymore.

After returning the keys, dean joined Sam at the car. 

Sam was using his laptop and was leaning on the hood of the car. 

"Get your ass off babys hood!" Dean snapped, throwing their bags in the back.

Sam rolled his eyes and got into the car. "So this cult is located in the Washington mountains. They moved up there to be closer to the heavens. They are located near an Observatory for mount Olympus." 

Dean got in and started the car. "So theyve holed themselves up in the snowy freaking mountains to be closer to the heavens? Not very clear on which heavens they care about, are they." He complained. 

"Bobby says that they might very well have an angel- but hes never met one thats kept people hostage." 

"So probably not our bad guy then- if they really have one." Dean agreed, as they started their long drive. "How do we join this cult?" 

"They target school fairs and career days- so we just gotta go to the local college." Sam figured.

They drove almost straight through, and when they got to the town, they looked for a motel to stay in. 

The snow was a lovely sight, in theory, but it reminded dean he needed to find his jacket. 

"I'll check us in." Sam said, getting out of the car in the motel parking lot. 

"I'll find us somewhere to eat and find information on this cult." Dean agreed. 

A while later, they were in a pub, drinking, eating, and doing research. 

They found there were many lost people signs up around the town. It was a place where people disappeared. 

There were a few people in the pub who were drunk and angry about the cult- but they didnt find too much out about it. 

There were many people who said the religious group was a group of nice people who never bothered anyone and only came to town for supplies. 

They weren't getting anywhere, so they returned to the motel and dean laid down for the night. 

Sam stayed up doing a little more research before he also went to sleep.

The next day, they went to tour the local college, peruse for information- and maybe get laid, dean joked. 

They split up- Sam went on a tour and dean looked at all of the places flyers were posted. 

Luckily, dean found a flyer for an open event that week. 

"Its all BS." A cute blonde said, rushing by. 

"What is?" Dean asked, following her. 

"That group- its all a bunch of talk, no show." She laughed, stopping in front of him. "They talk game but ive never seen an angel." 

"I'm only in town for a few days, thought it might be fun to see some really good stage craft." Dean joked. 

"They might help with that. Their residence is super decked out." She agreed. 

"Youve been?" Dean asked. 

"My friend is a member- made me tour it-" she agreed. "But I didnt see what all the fuss was about." 

"Maybe ill check it out then." Dean agreed. 

She laughed again and left. 

Sam came over. "This school is amazing!" 

"Did you find anything?" Dean asked. 

"They have the largest library ive ever seen!" 

"I mean about the case, Sam." Dean chasticed. 

"Oh, right. I learned that theyve had a few students go off and join- and that the leader was a professor here."

"Well, I learned there is a party open to the public this weekend." Dean replied, "so we will be learning if theres an actual angel around here soon." 

Over the next few days, they did research into the families whos kids had joined, the cult leader, and more. 

The night of the party came, and they headed up to the mountain side compound. 

A lot of people came to see what the fuss was about. 

The compound was more like a palace, beautifully decorated in modern art and statues depicting heavenly stories, there was even a chandelier in the entryway. There were twinkle lights everywhere. 

Inside the main room, was a sight no one was prepared for. 

Under a large round light, depicting a halo, was an almost naked college aged man, who was bound in red leather. 

He was kneeling, hands bound behind his back, but most importantly, there were leather straps wrapped around the base of his wings, keeping them extended and him slightly lifted from the ground. 

They were beautiful, even in their tattered state. 

The 'halo' light was the only light in the room, aside from a movie screen that was playing propaganda videos on it. 

The angel was poised, trapped in a circle that was painted on The floor. Its back was scarred- and its head was down. It was almost statuesque.

"That cant be real-" someone said nearby. "Its fake-" 

Dean studied the surroundings a little closer- the trap painted on the floor- the way the wings were pulling on the back of the man- the tools that looked out of the ordinary, the way the leather cut into the angels skin as if it wasnt just leather After all. 

"I-i dont think this is fake." Sam said quietly, as they moved to get refreshments. 

"I agree." Dean said stiffly. 

A young women came into the room carrying a bucket and a rag. She knelt by the angel and began the show. 

He jerked forward when the water from the bucket touched his skin. 

"Its okay." She said sweetly. "We bless you for your pain so that we may live." 

The angel stiffened, but didnt respond. He was biting his tongue. 

The woman washed him in the special water, preparing his body for the pain that would come. 

Some were begining to think this was performance art. They didnt see it clearly. 

The woman stopped, gathered her things, and walked away when the leader, the professor came into the room. 

"Good evening my friends! Please, take a seat, have a drink, and enjoy the show." 

"I have a feeling I will not be enjoying this." Dean said gruffly. 

"Just sit down and dont make a scene." Sam instructed.

The professor began his speech. "Tonight is a celebration of life: our heavenly gift is going to provide life for our ceremonies, and he will bring prosperity and love to those who reside and who are visiting for this event." 

"First, though, he must absorb our sins." The man announced, taking a whip from where it lay on an almost surgical tray. 

"I will start, and then my children will follow. And any guests here tonight with something to attone for may join us." He explained, before stepping up to the circle.

The angel tensed, but didnt make a sound. There were innocents in the room- he just had to focus on holding himself together.

The man threw the whip back, and then unleashed it on the angels back. Thr whip was designed to cause physical damage to ethereal beings- but not kill them. 

The angel jerked forward- against the restraints- but he kept from crying out. 

The man hit him twice more, before passing the whip to a young lady. 

There were twenty six members of the cult, who each swung the whip for at least one repentance. 

By the time the cult members were finished, the angel was crying. There was blood that seemed to shine and almost glow, running down its back. 

A few curious people from the crowd got up to try. 

"I think we have to do it to join-" Sam said. 

"Figure out a different way." Dean snapped. 

The professor grabbed a silver chalice, and a knife, using the chalice to catch some of the blood that trickled down before cutting the angels wrist, and catching the blood from there. 

"For our sins, we beg forgiveness. For our sins, we drink to cleanse ourselves." 

He took a drink, before passing the chalice to his members. 

"Those who wish to join us innour quest for purity and immortality, may drink from the chalice and join our ranks." 

Dean reluctantly got to his feet. 

"Should we both join?" Sam asked quickly. 

"I'll join, you don't have to." Dean said, wondering if there would be horrible side effects to joining. 

"I'm not just going to leave you here with these people-" Sam argued. 

"We need someone on the outside too-" dean reasoned. "Besides, my souls already damned." 

"Dean, this isnt funny." Sam argued. "You need me here." 

Dean sighed, "fine." 

They got in line. 

"I told bobby and Jo where we were, case something goes wrong." 

It was then deans turn to drink. The liquid was silvery red, and it felt like a warm honey as it filled his body. He stsrted to tingle- injuries hed had began to heal, he felt light, giddy almost. 

He almost couldnt remember why they were here.

4:53 PM

Sam drank and closed his eyes. The warmth from the liquid warmed his soul, from his fingers to his toes. It was easy to see why this was addicting. 

Afterwards, the professor decided on one of the new people being allowed to clean the angel up. 

Dean was handed the container of purified water, and a cloth. 

Dean knelt down and dunked the cloth in the water. Watching it bubble for a moment. Everything felt amazing. 

The angel was panting- it was clear he was in pain- but he attempted to move away from the rag. 

The professor walked over and pinned him to the floor with his boot. "You will be cleansed of our sins and we will once again be free." 

The angel pulled away as hard as he could- but he was trapped. 

Deans hands were gentle when he placed the soaked rag over the boys back. The bloodied water swirled as he cleansed him- the water stitching his wounds back together. They left only scars in their wake. 

The emotional scars were worse. 

He didnt even beg for his release anymore- he didnt even pray to his god- his father, his creator, anymore. They made him impure and purified him again- but he was still dirty, unclean. Unworthy. 

He was trying to make himself so dirty that he wasn't heavenly anymore- then theyd have no use for him. 

When dean was finished, he wrung the cloth out and moved to his face. He washed it of the sweat and tears. He looked him in his eyes. He remembered why he was there. 

"Thats enough." The professor said, helping dean to his feet. "Charlie will show you to your rooms, charlie!" 

A young lady hurried over- she looked just like the photo her mother gave them. "Yes my professor?" 

He kissed her, "show my lovely new students to their quarters." 

"What about the angel?" Dean asked.

"I will move him to a safe location." The professor answered. "You must go and sleep." 

Dean nodded softly. "Yes professor." 

Sam and dean were led to a room theyd share with another new comer and an existing student of the cult. 

The professor went back to the angel and began the process of untying him. He began with the wings- which were sore and aching. They dropped like lead when they were undied, semiwrapping around the boy. Then, he unbound his hands, kissing the skin beneath the bindings, and finally the ankles. He then wrapped the used leather around the boys neck like a leash and pulled him to the edge of the circle. "You try anything- and you will regret it." He hissed, before breaking the circle and pulling the angel away from the show room. 

He was compliant until they got near the mans bedroom- he jerked against the bindings and hit him with his wings-"let me go-!" 

The man overpowered the angel and held a blade to his throat-"I will end you, castiel!" 

The boy bucked, trying to get the blade to cut him- "You wouldnt-" 

The professor hit him, his ring cut castiels face. "You will obey me, I own you." 

Cas was dizzy and weak- being torn apart by ancient weaponry and put together by holy water was not a spa treatment. 

The man pulled him into his room and threw him to the dog bed next to the master bed. The room was huge and luxurious but castiel loathed it. 

There was a large trap painted under the rug- from the bathroom to the tv- not close enough to anything that would help him escape. 

Castiel dropped to the bed on the floor and curled up, closing his eyes. 

"Not so fast- I need to make sure they caught every wound." The professor instructed, pulling the angel to his feet. 

Castiels resistance flared inside him. "You won't find any wounds, let me rest." 

The man just laughed and pulled down the angels boxers. He ran a hand over every part of him- shoving them into his mouth, inspecting him for sores, he said. He traced over every part of him- and found nothing. 

It was all a cover- dirtying the angel for self gratification. 

He shoved his fingers inside of the angel- who cried out and turned his head to the heavens- and began jacking off. 

"St-stop this-" castiel begged, "stop-" 

"I gotta make sure you are safe." The man insisted- thinking about what a pleasure it would be to take the angel right there. 

It was over quickly, but not quick enough for cas. He slumped into the bed on the floor and cried- the professor collected his tears for his healing salves. 

He called in one of his many students and told them to ready a clean bath for the angel, but didnt elaborate as to why. 

They filled the bath with sacred water and then helped cas into the water. The angel barely moved. 

He was praying again- this time for death. He wanted this to be over. He didnt want saved or cleaned- he wanted death to come and take him away. 

The student made sure every part of him was submerged, at least once, by forcing castiel under the water. 

Castiel hoped hed die, but the boy let him back up- and he drizzled water onto the angels wings. They were missing feathers- and the water sometimes helped fix them.

When it was over, castiel was dried off by gentle, worshipping hands, dressed in pajamas, and then brought back to the dog bed. 

Castiel laid down, not wanting to be near the master, and closed his eyes. He briefly wondered if his father was allowing this. 

The man laid down on his bed and began reading a book. "You could always join me up here." The man offered. 

Castiel clenched his eyes shut and tried to will his human vessel to sleep.  It didnt work- hed been too thoroughly purified, but the professor fell asleep. 

Cas got up and began looking for flaws in the trap- for anyway out.

 There wasnt a way out. He went to the bookshelf and flicked through the books, before pulling out one of the professors books on ancient religions and going back to his bed. He sat down, flipping through the book, reading quietly. 

 There were notes in the margins about every subject- the professor had once been a very good scholar. He just fell off the path somewhere and became obsessed with angels. Castiel put the book away a while later and must have drifted off. When he woke up, the pattern on the floor had been reworked, stretched out in the hallway- making it so the angel could appear to move freely through the house. “Morning Cas.” The professor smiled. “I have made some accommodations for you to mingle with our new people.” “Why?” castiel asked, defensively. “I want them to see how amazing you are.” Professor said, kissing castiels face. “Professor-” Castiel argued. “You’ll do fine.” The man replied, setting some clothes out for castiel to wear. He forced castiel out of his clothes, and rather roughly pulled new clothes on him. “Professor-” He protested. “I-its false worship.” Cas argued, “You know this! You read the books, you were well studied-” The man pushed him onto the bed, biting his neck. “You are mine- I worship that I do, Not that you are from the heavens.” Castiel closed his eyes. Clenching them shut. The professor let him up, and laughed. “You will always be mine.” Then, he left. Castiel chewed his lip, getting up. He was confused and conflicted. He wiped his neck- and his face, before seeing just how far he could walk.

[samanthasroberts]

Fateful night: a young woman is dead, her Tinder date charged with murder

New Zealand tourist Warriena Wright met up with Gable Tostee in fun-loving Surfers Paradise. A few hours later she plunged 14 storeys to her death

Warriena Wright was visiting the Gold Coast in Australia when she matched on Tinder with Gable Tostee. They met up in the popular tourist nightspot of Surfers Paradise on a Thursday night and bought a six-pack of beer after spending a few minutes in a pub.

By the end of the date Wright was dead, having plunged 14 storeys from the balcony of Tostees apartment, and two years later he is on trial in Queenslands supreme court charged with her murder.

The case centres around a 199-minute mobile recording made by Tostee which captured the fractious and ultimately fatal course of the pairs evening together, including the moment Wright fell to her death.

It is the key piece of evidence in the supreme court trial of Tostee, 30, who was standing on the other side of a locked glass door the moment Wright fell.

And the recording is cited by the crown as demonstration of his guilt, and by the defence as vindication of his innocence.

The pair had met that night, 7 August 2014, after making contact via Tinder a week earlier.

Wright, 26, from New Zealand, was in Australia to attend a friends wedding as part of a two-week vacation that included skydiving and a room in a hotel in Surfers Paradise, near where Tostee lived.

CCTV shown to the court captured their meeting on Cavill Avenue in Surfers Paradise, where they exchanged a hug.

They went to a pub but stayed only a few minutes before deciding to head back to Tostees apartment nearby, stopping at a bottle shop to buy a six-pack of beer.

Inside the apartment, Tostee says they later had sex in his bed.

Warriena Wright and Gable Tostee pose for photos together on the balcony of his 14th floor Surfers Paradise apartment. Photograph: Supplied

They then went out to his balcony where they posed for photos together, Wright pulling faces, Tostee standing beside her bare-chested.

Wrights last contact with family was a Facebook message to a sister, in which she reports having found a man who was the Australian answer to Sam Winchester, the Supernatural TV actor.

At 1am on 8 October, unbeknown to Wright, Tostee pressed record on a mobile phone in his pocket. He wouldnt turn it off until 199 minutes later. By then Wright was dead.

Tostee, having left the building via a basement carpark but still apparently unaware of her fate as police milled around the building, had called his father who urged him to contact a leading criminal lawyer. He had then eaten a pizza.

The crown case is that Tostee, who had locked Wright out on the balcony after their night had deteriorated into verbal and physical altercations, had left Wright in such a state of fear and intimidation that she felt compelled to flee.

When Wrights attempt to climb down from the balcony went horribly awry, Tostee was thus responsible for her death, the prosecution contends.

The prosecutor, Glen Cash, told the court in his opening address that at the very least Tostee meant to cause Wright grievous bodily harm, causing her to flee, resulting in her death.

Cash said Tostees recording captured a moment where sounds were consistent with him choking or strangling Wright. She pleaded to be allowed to go home before repeatedly screaming no as he shoved her on to the balcony and shut the door.

Defence lawyers for Tostee, who has pleaded not guilty, deny any attempt by Tostee to strangle Wright.

His barrister, Saul Holt, has told the court that Tostee used reasonable force to subdue Wright, who had grown increasingly erratic while drinking heavily. She had taken to randomly, with no apparent provocation, hitting Tostee, threatening violence, throwing ornamental rocks one of his interior decorations at his head and hitting him with the clamp of his telescope.

Holt argued that Tostee, after tackling Wright to the floor and forcing her on to the balcony, put them both in a position of safety by shutting the door.

Tostee was entitled to lock the door on someone who was violent and disorderly, Holt submitted.

Gable Tostee arrives at the supreme court in Brisbane on Friday. Photograph: Dan Peled/AAP

She is outside, he is inside and he has caused a locked door to be between the two of them, Holt told the court.

What happened in this case is nothing like murder or manslaughter. It doesnt fit.

Holt said the fact that the critical part of the evening was recorded on Tostees phone meant there was very little in dispute between the crown and the defence apart from the allegation about choking her, which was in absolute dispute, and his culpability for her death.

The audio recording, which was discovered by police on a Sony Xperia phone they found in Tostees fathers car, has been released by the court.

It captures an early morning conversation awkwardly traversing topics from architecture to religion, as James Blunt and Kanye West play in the background.

The talk is punctuated by Tostees occasional cries of Ow! as Wright punches him. He tells her to chill and have a drink.

You love beating me up like a Kiwi, Tostee says. Wright tells him she beats people up all the time.

Tostee quips that he will end up looking like a piece of tenderised meat if she keeps hitting him.

She asks him if he can tell her mother shes not a loser. She talks about her dog that died, her belief in justice and the afterlife.

Tostee says: We die. Thats it. Throw me off the balcony. He talks of three things that are really good on this Earth: food, sleep and sex.

He says there are no gods. She says: Ive seen stuff though.

Wright tells him: I am going to go vampire on your arse.

Tostee yells Ow! again. Hes still laughing. Wrights speech starts to lose its coherence. She shouts Forrest Gump repeatedly, then Im a ninja its not funny. More cries of Ow! from Tostee.

She goes to leave and he asks her if she wants him to walk her back to her apartment. The music stops and Wright asks where her belongings are. Tostee offers to call her mobile phone. She accuses Tostee of stealing her phone and handbag and an argument breaks out.

Wheres my fucking shit? I will fucking destroy your jaw. Its not fucking funny. Im going to call the police.

Tostee says: I should have never given you so much to drink. I thought we were going to have fun. I dont deserve this shit. Im a nice fucking guy.

Tostee finds her phone and calm returns. Wright says she has money in NZ and gets taken advantage of.

Tostee asks her: Do you even remember what you were doing to me half an hour ago? You were beating me up for no reason. You thought it was funny.

He suggests she sit down for a second so we can discuss.

Ive met some weird people off Tinder. Im the most tolerant person in the world, he said.

Wright says she would help anyone in need. Tostee says shes a bit violent though.

Wright talks about taking a look out the window, and Tostee tells her: Dont jump off or anything.

Wright shrieks help in a mock high-pitched voice, adding that shes only joking. Tostee tells her the men in white coats are coming.

Youre kind of mental, but in a really cute way, he tells her.

Wright goes to the bathroom and Tostee whispers into his phone: God help me. Shit.

Wright returns. Slurring her words, she begins whispering to Tostee about Sam, later exhorting him to: Bow down to Sam.

He yells Ouch then Ill bow down.

That signals Tostees apparent switch from annoyance to anger.

He tells her: Thats more than enough. Youve worn out your welcome. Youre not my kind of girl. You have to leave.

The balcony of Gable Tostees 14th floor Surfers Paradise apartment. Photograph: Dan Peled/AAP

In Tostees account, his tackling of Wright to the floor of the apartment follows her striking him with a telescope.

The prosecution claims that is when the sound consistent with Tostee choking Wright can be heard, which he denies.

You are lucky I havent chucked you off my balcony, you goddamn psycho little bitch, he says.

Who the fuck do you think I am? Yeah, do your muay thai now.

Wright, her mouth sounding muffled, says he is sexist.

Im the one whos injured. You dont have a goddamn scratch on you, Tostee says.

I thought you were just playing around. But youre psycho. Goddamn psycho.

Im going to let you go, Im going to walk you out of this apartment just the way you are. Youre not going to collect any of your belongings or anything, youre just going to walk out and Im going to slam the door on you. You understand? If you try and pull anything Ill knock you out. Ill knock you the fuck out.

Tostee tells Wright to get up.

Im sorry, Wright says.

I dont care. Get up, Tostee says.

Tostee, apparently still restraining Wright, tells her over and over: You dont understand do you?

You think you can hit me and I just fall down like in the movies?

Wright tells him repeatedly to Let go.

Tostee: Who the fuck do you think you are?

Wright: No, no, no, no

Tostee: You trying to kill me, huh? Whyd you try and hit me with that, huh?

Wright is screaming no over and over again.

This is all on recording you know. Its all being recorded, Tostee says.

Wright pleads: Just let me go home.

Tostee says: I would but youve been a bad girl.

The glass door clicks shut and Wrights screams fade. Tostee sighs. Less than 20 seconds pass when Wright screams as she slips from the balcony rail.

Tostees barrister, Holt, in his opening address on Monday, told the jury the moment when the screaming Wright was being locked on the balcony was a horrible one to listen to because you know what comes next.

But the recording contained a sequence of events that would bear out his clients innocence of her murder, Holt argued.

It really is, all in the recording, he said.

The trial continues.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/fateful-night-a-young-woman-is-dead-her-tinder-date-charged-with-murder/

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