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deanbrainrotwritings · 11 months

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— SCREAM (YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IT’S HALLOWEEN)

SUMMARY : it’s Halloween and it’s also your birthday, and Dean’s made a lot of promises about how it was gonna be the best night ever.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, fluff, tiny bit of choking, nipple orgasm

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : happy Halloween (if you celebrate) !!! title from avenged sevenfold and muse song. my sister convinced me to write this LOL. this is pretty much a Drabble, lol, leaving it open ended basically, you’ll see why… (also, when I write I pretty much assume everyone’s watch Supernatural at least once.. I never put any spoiler disclaimers bc I forget… lol but, yeah. pretty much everything I write will mention something from any and all seasons) XX

The Bunker was chilly this Halloween night, and for the first time in years, Y/n and the Winchesters weren’t tangled up in a hunt. The monsters, for once, didn’t take advantage of the holiday to get away with their usual tricks and modes of preying.

To be fair, their numbers had dwindled significantly since Jack became ‘God’ or whatever the hell happened. Hunting wasn’t nearly as hard as it was before, as if even monsters had free-will bestowed upon them. As if they’d chosen a better life rather than one in which they are hunted and killed.

Good for them. Everyone wins.

The only prey tonight is Y/n, but as far as she’s concerned the running is only part of the fun, and getting caught wasn’t something she’d hate.

As she breathed erratically and ran as fast as her platform heels could carry her across the concrete floor of the Bunker, her heart raced as if she were on any other hunt. But what made this hunt different was the spark of excitement that tingled up her spine and the flush of her bare skin.

She stopped at the kitchen and caught her breath momentarily, looking around the place as everything flashed red. To add to the thrill, mostly. She walked on shaky legs to the refrigerator and took out some water to drink it quickly. As she swallowed down a fair amount, she could feel the cold water travel down to her stomach and she sighed as her thirst and the dryness in her throat disappeared.

After about twenty minutes of hiding and running away, she was on high alert, her senses were heightened, and she could easily hear his footsteps—even over the alarm Dean had set off in the Bunker to scare her even more.

She quickly made her way out of the kitchen after setting the half-empty water bottle on the metal counter, checked both ways and began making her way into the dungeon, wondering if maybe Dean was there. If he could just catch her already, the dampness of her lace panties wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Especially since she could easily feel it with the cool air inside the concrete walls of her temporary home.

Much to her disappointment, Dean wasn’t anywhere to be found in the dungeon or anywhere around there. Even if he’s the one that’s supposed to be looking for her, she just wanted to know what would happen once she was caught by him.

Besides, her feet were starting to ache, her legs were practically turning to jelly at this point, and her sweat was starting to feel uncomfortable. It didn’t sound very sexy to her, but she knew Dean would still jump her bones despite that. It was a nice feeling, to be loved… by him specifically.

She had to wonder if he was even trying.

Just forty minutes ago, he had texted her to take her clothes off and to wear the lingerie set he’d placed in Sam’s room for safekeeping. It had been in Cas’ room before that, but once Sam left to be with Eileen, Dean placed the white box on Sam’s bed. A huge, royal blue bow glittered in the middle of the boring room, perfectly positioned on the box with her name and a sexy note from Dean promising to make it the best birthday ever.

She’d waited in Dean’s room excitedly in the light blue lingerie and when he’d made his way to her, she couldn’t believe what he had in mind, what his plan was. He had some heels in his hands and she gaped up at the Ghostface mask that covered her boyfriend’s handsome face. He was covered from head to toe in a thick black robe, laughed at the look on her face, and got down to put her heels on her.

“How’s that, sweetheart?” He asked, his deep and hot voice muffled behind the mask.

“Uh,” she tried, then just decided to stand up and moved her legs around a bit to test the comfort. She nodded and he tugged her towards him, the smooth and cool material of his robe brushing against her soft and warm skin. She could feel every inch of him, and wondered momentarily if he was completely naked underneath, but instead of asking him flirtatiously, she just gasped.

She stumbled backwards for a few steps when he began to walk forward with her still in his arms. She chewed on her bottom lip when he had her pressed against the wall. She could see his green eyes through the thick black cloth that covered his eyes, the way they were looking down at her with so much amusement. If she had to go by those crinkles by his eyes, she had to guess he had the hottest, smuggest look on his face.

And he’d be right to.

He lifted her leg up slowly, held her knee by his hip, and squeezed her closer to him by her waist. Her heart raced at the sight of him and she felt wetness grow between her legs when he slotted his hips between hers.

All the while, she just clung to his arms, staring up at him in surprise and completely aroused by his calculated movements. Even her breaths had gotten irregular and he hadn’t said or done much of anything, but that was the effect of Dean Winchester.

“Run,” he murmured deeply, releasing her before stepping away.

She blinked up at him, “uh, what?”

He looked away, laughed softly, and grabbed her wrist. She chewed on her lip and let him spin her around gracefully. With a nice slap on her ass, he repeated the word ‘run’ much more sternly than before. She looked at the hallway in front of her in surprise, then looked down at herself in lingerie, then back over her shoulder at him in his costume.

He jerked his head to the left, quietly telling her to go.

And that’s why she was running now. They were half-assed attempts most of the time, but when she spotted him behind her, she felt her stomach flutter, and started to break out in a thrilled sprint across whatever room she was in to get away from him. When he chased her, the small hairs on her body raised above her skin, a shudder of excitement ghosting up her spine. It was way too fun to end the game, but getting caught piqued her interest, too.

Dean wouldn’t just start this whole game only for it to end at the capture. No, he was far too creative and way too frisky for that. He had something in mind, something mind blowing, some big treat at the end regardless of the outcome of this chase. That much she knew.

She made her way out of the dungeon, speed walking through the halls, checking her surroundings. At this point, she was considering the removal of her heels. They were very sexy, but definitely not ideal for running. Also, they practically announced her location with each click on the concrete floor, despite her efforts to walk awkwardly in attempts to muffle the sounds.

She had already checked the infirmary, the library, kitchen, bathroom, shooting range. She basically paid a visit to every room in the Bunker and had no luck in bumping into Dean in any of those places.

She thought about what to do about the heels as she went to the one place she hadn’t checked—the garage, where Dean’s favourite sexy, old cars remained. They were perfect for hiding in. Of course, Dean could be waiting to pounce on her from within any one of them, if he was looking through each room. She hoped for the latter, it would give her feet some rest from the painful running. She simply couldn’t walk in heels this tall for very long.

She quietly made her way up the stairs to stand at the entrance of the garage when the alarms stopped and the lights flickered off. She cursed softly under her breath, but Dean already gave his location away by shutting off the loud noises and distracting lights.

Once she slowly set foot deeper into the garage, she quickly scanned around the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She walked to the end of the garage where the black Bentley S2 was and looked around one last time with her hand on the door handle before sneaking inside the backseat of the vehicle.

The leather squeaked beneath her bare skin as she slid across and shut the door once she was inside. She wiggled around to lay down over the beige seat and relaxed at last. Bending her knee, she lifted her leg up to finally remove the heels. Mentally, she apologised to Dean when she took them off.

She lowered her legs and groaned when she looked at the tiny space between the backseat and the front seat. It wasn’t nearly as big as the Impala’s, really rather small, way too small for her to slip between comfortably on her back. If she were on her side… but no, that was out of the question.

She rolled her ankles, stretched her legs, bent them… She did everything until the aches in her legs mostly disappeared. And, wow, she could fall asleep right about now. Except there was a loud bang from something in the garage that made her jump, one of her hands immediately flying to her mouth to contain her hysterical laugh and a yelp.

“I know you’re in here,” Dean taunted nearby. She removed her hand to smile curiously and raised a brow. She wished she could sink into the car seat right about now, but also wanted to lift herself up to see him, but decided against it. Instead, she waited as he looked through every car, every second feeling like a lifetime and yet when he gently pushed against the car she was in with a loud bang, she shouted.

His chest was heaving, his gloved hands were placed on either side of the door where her feet were and she started to laugh instead.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted in a raspy tone, his voice slightly muffled behind the mask. He proceeded to open the door of the car and she sat up, her heart thumping excitedly when he peeked inside and saw her feet covered only in the white thigh highs. “Your feet okay?” He asked, then grasped her ankle, she barely nodded when he tugged her roughly towards him by her foot.

She quickly gripped the seat as the leather squeaked against her ass, heating up her sensitive skin. “Ow,” she chuckled, echoing his own apologetic laugh. He grabbed the seat and leaned inside, his other hand slid up her calf to grab behind her knee. She licked her lips and her face flushed as he parted her legs. Wetness pooled between her thighs, her clit pulsed at the ideas running through her head, instantly becoming aroused as he climbed inside the car, settling into the spot between her legs.

She reached out for his robe and tugged him forward. He reached up and brushed her soft strands of hair away from her shoulder, then let his hand slide to the nape of her neck to grip on it. She pushed out her chest, silently begging for his eyes to drop down and admire her. “You caught me…” she trailed off, feeling a tingle run down her spine when his gloved fingers brushed against her scalp.

“I did…” he teased, tugging her hair. She gasped softly, her thighs twitching to shut when she felt the pressure in her skull run dully to her clit.

The darkness made everything better. She could hear his breathing, her own just as quick as his.

“Are you ready for your first birthday gift?” He asked, disappointingly untangling his fingers from her hair to slide his gloved fingers teasingly down her neck, to the strap of her bra.

She shivered and bit her lip, felt her nipples tightening against the lace of her bra as her fingers slid down the front of her strap. “I thought this morning… with the crepes and with the way that you—”

“Well, this is gonna be your first gift of the night,” he interrupted her, sounding smug. Slowly, Dean slid his hand beneath the strap to drag it off her shoulder, and kept his hand there to push her down onto her back.

“How many gifts do you have for me?” She asked, watching him tilt his head thoughtfully.

“How old are you?” He asked rhetorically as he lifted her thighs above his.

She stared at the mask covering Dean’s face with confusion, then it twisted into incredulity. The soft material of his gloves slid up her sides teasingly, then right back down to playfully snap the garter she was wearing against her soft skin.

“You look so fucking hot, baby,” he groaned, hands sliding slowly over her belly, up her ribs, then coming together over her lace-covered breasts. He squeezed them playfully, felt her thighs become tense against his, and heard her breath hitch softly. “Was that fun?” He asked quietly, pulling the cup of her bra down, she inhaled shakily and whispered a ‘yes’.

Gently, he brushed his thumbs around her nipples, one uncovered and the other still safe inside the lace cup. Still, she felt a tingly sensation spark up on her breasts and between her legs. She murmured his name and arched her back slightly, reaching between her legs to grab his waist.

“I haven’t made you cum like this enough times, have I, sweetheart?” He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers and pinched them, slowly teasing, building up the arousal. She looked at him, face covered in a mask, but there was something so arousing about the darkness, the car, his hands on her chest, the material of his gloves creating a perfect sensation… about wearing the lingerie he bought for her, hearing his ragged breaths moggling with hers, occasional gasps and quiets moans filled up the backseat.

“We never have time…” she agreed, dazed with the yearning. She squirmed, wanting to feel more, but instead of removing his gloves he lowered the other cup and played with them both, used the same techniques to erect them and make her feel desperate, kindling her orgasm.

“Please,” she moaned, fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging up.

“What?” He asked softly, playfully exasperated by her grip. He knew what she wanted as she searched for the edge of the cuff and began tugging downwards.

“I want to feel you,” she murmured, thumbs gently brushing over his pulse point where she could feel his heartbeat thrumming swiftly against the pads of her fingers.

“I thought you liked the feeling like this…” he murmured, removing one hand from her chest and sliding the other upwards to teasingly squeeze her neck. He teased her clit over the lace of her underwear with gloved fingers, her breath catching and barely moving past his gentle grip on her neck.

The teasing didn’t last and neither did the fuzzy breathlessness of his grip on her neck. He removed his gloves quickly and ghosted his fingers sensually up her body again, showing her the feel of his warm, calloused hands on her flushed skin.

She hummed softly, almost a pur, and placed her smaller hands above his, squirming as she attempted to hurry his hands. He only laughed at her attempts, ignored her little whine, and slid his hand under the baby blue bra. He lifted the lacey bra up her chest slowly, so the lace would teasingly brush against her sensitive nipples, and then made an arch over her cleavage.

Her gently used his thumbs to rub the underside of her breasts first, building up the feeling of his warm palm before cupping her breasts. With a gentle squeeze of her breasts, he murmured little praises to her, and tapped around her nipples.

She wiggled impatiently, her excitement growing by the second, heat rising from head to toe like conduction from the warmth of his teasing fingers. The little taps slowly moved inwards, it was gentle, and felt so good, but she wanted more. No amount of squirming from her made Dean accelerate his touch, minute by minute, he kept with the same technique, and finally switched to rubbing her nipple, pinching, twisting..

“More, Dean…” she whined, feeling irritated at being on the edge of her orgasm, like a wave that never came.

“Like what?” He asked playfully, tweaking her nipples to shut her up half way through her ‘fuck you’. Her knees pressed into his sides needily, her back was arched again and he rolled his eyes in amusement when she reached up to his face to pull off the mask. “Tell me first,” he murmured, leaning backwards, getting away from her hands.

“I need…” she laughed softly, “your mouth.”

“Good girl,” he praised tenderly, moving one hand away from her breast.

He moved the mask out of the way with one hand and leaned down over her body to flick his tongue against her nipple a few times. Her knees pressed harder into his sides and she moaned loudly, hands sliding into the hood of his cloak to grip his hair tightly. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, teeth pressing roughly around her flesh, tongue lapping at the hardened bud, and made his cheeks hollow as he sucked harshly, pinching her other nipple roughly with his hand.

Finally, she orgasmed, groaning out a long fuck as she shivered and pulled his face closer to her chest. It wasn’t nearly as intense as if he’d stimulated her clit or any of the spots inside her vagina, but it felt amazing nonetheless.

He smirked against her chest and waited for her body to relax before he pulled away from her chest with an obscenely wet sound and lowered the mask again. He rubbed her hips comfortingly and squeezed her flesh.

“You’ve got some real talent with that tongue of yours and those fingers,” she told him breathlessly, sitting up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“That was more than clear to me this morning,” he agreed with a laugh, gently running his hand up and down her back. “Hold onto me, sweetheart,” he ordered suddenly and wrapped an arm around her waist. She clung to him a little tighter and wrapped her arms around his waist as he made his way out of the backseat of the car.

When he stood straight, rather than setting her down, he kicked the door close—abandoning her heels inside, and began to walk toward the exit of the garage. He turned after a few metres and set her down onto the cold hood of the pale green car. She hissed softly at the coldness of the metal against her skin and let go of him to stare so the confusions into the darkness where Dean was standing.

“Can’t carry me anymore?” She teased, biting her lip.

“You’re really gonna be mean to me?” He snorted, dropping his hands to her thighs to play with the little, light blue bow on her long socks.

“No…” she pouted, reaching out for his hips to bring him closer. “I need you..” she whispered needily, feeling uncomfortably wet. He quietly unclipped the garter from her socks, gently trailed his fingers above the soft hem of them to get to the other side and do the same. Excitement began creeping up in her again and she bit her lip.

Languidly, he slid his hands up her thighs, snapped the waistband of her underwear and trailed his fingers over her pelvis. He hooked his finger under her underwear, felt wetness as he brushed past her folds, with a little moan, he pulled her underwear to the side and thumbed between her folds to gently brush against her clit.

She gasped quietly, her arms shook the longer he teased her. Torturously, he lowered her underwear and let them stay around her parted knees. She slowly lowered herself onto her back with his hand on her ribs pushing her backwards gently.

He lifted her feet to lay fat on top of the car, staring down at her silhouette, clearly making out her lingerie. She parted her legs as far as she could with the underwear around her knees. His fingers ghosted along the inside of thighs, as he kneaded her thighs, he murmured, “one down…”

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vamossainz55 · 1 year

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toy swords - carlos sainz jr.

summary: family antics on a summer vacation, or a really quick drabble inspired by @scuderiasundays insta au 'holiday, celebrate' a/n: very short drabble (600 words) but thought it was so much fun. we need more dad!carlos fics. yes this is my cry for help. enjoy xoxo.

“I leave for five minutes. Five minutes- and this is what you decide to do?”

Carlos is grinning from ear to ear, arms crossed with a satisfied look on his face as he watches the three little rebels run around the square. It’s a normal sight really, they loved entertaining each other. The only difference this time though, are the plastic swords that were being waved in the air.

“I thought we said no more toys?” You ask, sitting down on the metal chair next to your husband. He looks over at you innocently, with wide doe eyes and a small pout on his lips.

His hand snakes to your knee, giving it a squeeze. “Sorry?” He says, smiling when he receives a gentle peck on the lips in return. You let the kiss linger before pulling away, just enough to let Carlos think he’s off the hook. When you catch him smiling victoriously you pinch his side, earning a yelped out ay that has you snickering.

“Come on, you know the puppy dog eyes stopped working as soon as Riley learned how to do it better.” You tease, laughing when he groans and throws his head back dramatically.

Your attention is ripped away from him at the sound of Celia’s shriek and for a second your heart leaps. Your eyes search for her as Carlos nods to their direction, this time giving your hand a squeeze instead.

“No pasa nada,” It’s fine. He says just as you spot them. To nobody’s surprise, you find her being chased around this time, Riley and Sam following her with the swords. You can’t help but soften at the sight of Celia running, much smaller legs struggling to keep away from her brothers.

“They’re going to be the death of me, you know?” You breathe out, shaking your head as your heart rate slows down again. Carlos hums, intertwining your fingers with his before looking over at you.

“What?” You ask after a few seconds, eyes drifting from the kids to him.

“Tengo muchísima suerte.” I am so lucky he murmurs, sneaking a kiss to your cheek. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your best to hide the smile threatening to creep on your lips, but you can’t do anything about the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Te estas poniendo roja!” You’re getting red, Carlos grins in triumph and you poke his side just as the waiter comes with your drinks and the gelato you had ordered for everyone.

“Chicos!” Kids, Carlos calls out. The sight of ice cream is enough to have all three running to the table, all of them soon fighting to climb into their chairs.

The gelato is gone in mere minutes and you question whether giving already hyperactive kids sugar was the best idea.

Riley and Sam share looks before grabbing their swords. You watch them in curiosity as they stand up, going to their father. Your brows raise as soon as they point the swords towards him.

Celia giggles, climbing onto your lap.

“Ogre! Surrender the princesses!” Carlos scowls at the name to which you hold back a laugh.

“How are you going to get out of this one hm? Big guy?” You tease Carlos as he lifts his hands up. You barely catch the smirk on his face though as he leans down to grab something.

It takes you a moment to realise what it is and you can’t help but grin, shaking your head. Of course he did.

Because there he was, a plastic sword in his right arm and a plastic shield on his left. He gets up and steals a glance towards you, and no matter how hard you try to keep a serious face you can’t.

“If you want the princesses, you have to get through me."

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crazyunsexycool · 10 months

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My little love

Thanksgiving Day

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: fluffiness!!

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: here’s a little Drabble for our favorite family. I wasn’t so happy with how it ended but I’ve only slept for 6 hours in the last 48👍🏻🥺😴

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Henry had his hair pulled back and his apron on. Big beautiful blue eyes followed your every movement. From his place on the step stool he helped you work. You needed to get back to your normal routine and what was more normal than cooking with Henry?

With a smile on his face he does as you ask. Music plays softly from a speaker and you ask him what he was up to while you were gone. It’s a sweet back and forth as you both move around the kitchen. Henry’s found a love for cooking and you’re more than happy to encourage him. Sometimes Lottie helps but she makes more of a mess than anything. Those days were fun too but Henry was taking this very seriously. You watched as he focused on the task in front of him. Furrowed brows and his tongue poking out as he made sure his job was done perfectly.

“Is this good mama?” He looks up at you.

“It’s perfect. Now we have to get everything in the pot.”

You spend the rest of the morning working on a few different dishes. Lottie and Bucky walk in every so often, mostly to be taste testers. When it gets closer to dinner time everyone gets ready to head to the shared dining room.

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You were grateful that Sophia had bought the kids an outfit for thanksgiving dinner. There were so many things going on that it was the last thing on your mind but it was their first major holiday and they deserved something special. Lottie wore a shirt and skirt combo with her hair half up and a bow to finish off the look. While Henry left his hair down, his outfit was a t-shirt and jeans. You and Bucky went with sweaters and jeans, something simple but comfortable.

It was good that Tony decided that this year would be family only. Your dad was in the living room watching football with Sophia, Steve, Tony, Joshua and Clint. Bucky joined them after dropping off some of the dishes you’d made. Sam, Sarah, Laura, Pepper, Molly, Luke and now you were going back and forth in the kitchen while the kids ran off to play.

Once everything was ready everyone gathered at the table, even the kids. Everybody got a chance to say what they were grateful for and Henry was next. He kneeled on his chair so that he could be seen.

“I-um,” he looked over at you and Bucky, the nerves getting the better of him. “I’m thankful that you’re my family.”

Some awed at his words.

“I’m thankful that you found me and I don’t have to be with the bad men anymore.” He looks over at Lottie before his eyes settle on you and Bucky. “And I’m thankful for having baby back and that you’re my daddy and my mama.”

Henry gets off his chair and stands between you and Bucky so that he can hug you both. Then he gives Lottie a kiss on the cheek and settles back down on his chair.

Lottie, having picked up what everyone was saying, stands up on her chair. She gets shy for a moment but with some encouragement she speaks up.

“Am tankful fo’ bubba.” She says first and then she lists all of her aunts and uncles and gwandpa, “an am tankful fo’ Steebie.” She gives him a big smile before turning to you. “Am tankful fo’ habing mama home. An habing dada, I lobe dada.” She gets a bit tearful at the end and she reaches for you and then Bucky.

By this point you’re wrecked emotionally but you speak anyway.

“Well,” you clear your throat. “I’m very thankful that I have you all in my life. I’m grateful for being here today, which wouldn’t have been possible without all of you. Most importantly I’m so thankful for you.” You turn to look at Bucky. “Bucky, you make me so happy and I love you so much. I’m so thankful for Henry and Charlotte. I’m so happy to be your mama.” You turn to them to find them both teary eyed. “You two are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Everyone turns to look at Bucky and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle and elbow him lightly.

“Fine.” He huffs before smiling. “Everything Y/N said.”

Sam throws a bread roll at Bucky which causes everyone to laugh while Sam boos.

“Say something.”

“I’m grateful for everyone except Sam.”

Again everyone laughs.

“But really, I am thankful for all of you. You helped me and the kids during one of the hardest times for us.” Bucky turns and takes your hand. “I’m thankful to have you in my life. I love you so much and you are the best mother to our kids. After being freed I never thought I’d find someone that could love me or want to have children with me and here you are proving me wrong. I’m so lucky to be a father to two of the sweetest kids I’ve ever met.” Bucky leans forward and winks at Lottie and Henry. “I love you two so much. Finally I’m thankful for Ed. You’re a great man, I wouldn’t have made it through the last three months without you.”

“Now that’s a speech.”

“Hey pops, why don’t you carve the turkey?” Tony says as he hands the knife over to Eddie.

“Everyone pay attention. I’m gonna show you how it’s done.”

Dinner was great. Everyone laughed and talked amongst themselves. Henry was praised for the food he helped cook. You could tell how proud he was and you’d told him as much.

After dinner and the clean up everyone moved to the shared living room. There was some dancing, games were played and tipsy karaoke happened. During most of this you and Bucky had taken the love seat. Bucky had one leg stretched out on the couch allowing you to sit with your back resting against his chest. His arms kept you safe and close as your hands intertwined with his. Bucky would press kisses every so often against your temple or he’d comment on whatever was happening. Both of you happily watched the others joke around or sang along. The kids couldn’t contain their happiness as they kept running up to the two of you and expressing how much fun they were having.

Later when the kids were in bed, falling asleep easily from all of their excitement over their first thanksgiving and you were in Bucky’s arms, you couldn’t help but think back at what you survived. It was over and you were back home in the arms of the man you loved and your sweet little ones.

There were so many more firsts the kids would be experiencing and you were thankful that you’d get to be there with them.

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toournextadventure · 2 years

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Below is the masterlist of all of my requests/oneshots/miniseries for Wednesday (2022), Scream, and whatever else I find. It's rudimentary for now but it still works!

Enid Sinclair x Reader thunder and lightning

Wednesday Addams x Reader trouble maker holidays with reader's family im no poet too much coffee we match l'appel du vide is it me? the show must go on give it a chance stop it you idiot i found you you simp reckless damn pyro would you love me?

Wenclair x Reader mistletoe not jealous stunning, murderous little thing when you love it | part 2

Sam Carpenter x Reader a novel life | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Vada Cavell x Reader oblivious the city can wait

Astrid Deetz x Reader a cold reunion

#masterlist #wednesday addams x reader #wenclair x reader #tara carpenter x reader #lorraine day x reader #enid sinclair x reader #vada cavell x reader #sam carpenter x reader #astrid deetz x reader

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imaginesforfandom · 9 months

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A Messy Christmas Surprise

alright so i'm making little christmas drabbles for Dean, Sam, Jack, Cas, and Rowena! for all of the Dean lovers out there, here is a special little treat!

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used!!

Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.

A Messy Christmas Surprise

The bunker was adorned with twinkling lights, and the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air as Dean and you gathered ingredients for your Christmas baking extravaganza. Sam had headed out on a solo hunt, leaving you and Dean to tackle the holiday treats together.

As you worked side by side, measuring flour and cracking eggs, the atmosphere was festive and filled with laughter. Christmas music played softly in the background, creating the perfect backdrop for your baking escapade.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Dean slyly reached over and cracked an egg on your head, leaving you stunned and dripping with gooey egg whites. "Dean!" you exclaimed, wiping the egg off your face. He burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by his impromptu prank.

"Oh, that's payback for all those times you beat me at poker," Dean chuckled, still laughing at his own cleverness.

You shot him a playful glare before concocting a plan for retaliation. Grabbing a handful of flour, you tossed it at Dean, coating him in a powdery white cloud. He blinked, momentarily taken aback, before breaking into a grin.

"You asked for it!" you declared, holding back giggles. Dean mock-growled, attempting to feign anger but failing miserably as he burst into laughter once again.

The flour-covered kitchen now looked like a battleground of holiday chaos, but you were both having the time of your lives. However, Dean had one more surprise up his sleeve. With a swift motion, he scooped you up over his shoulder, causing you to squeal with surprise.

"Dean Winchester, put me down!" you laughed, lightly smacking his back.

"Nah, you've got flour on your hands. Can't risk you retaliating again," Dean teased, carrying you around the kitchen as you continued to protest.

Just as the two of you were lost in your playful banter, the bunker door swung open. Sam, covered in dried blood, walked in with a tired yet satisfied expression. He took in the scene before him – the messy kitchen, the flour-covered couple, and the unmistakable sound of laughter.

"Am I interrupting something?" Sam asked, a bemused smile playing on his lips.

Dean, still holding you over his shoulder, looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Just a little Christmas baking surprise, Sammy."

You grinned, feeling the warmth of the holiday season and the joy of being surrounded by family, even in the midst of floury chaos. As Sam chuckled at the sight before him, Dean gently set you down, and the three of you shared a laughter-filled Christmas moment in the bunker.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester oneshot #dean winchester fanfic #spn #spn fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfic

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questionableratatouille00 · 8 months

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𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙄 𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 (𝙄’𝙢 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚)

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Summary: Cuddles in bed.

Warnings: fluff, orange juice blasphemy.

[Collection M. List]

“You didn’t go on a run today,” you mumbled, flipping over to face the man in question. “I wanted to spend more time with you.” He hums back. “It is the love holiday, after all.” He chuckled.

“True.” You smiled. “And what did you tell Bucky you were? The love doctor?”

Rolling his eyes, he opened his arms. “C’mere.”

You rolled into his arms, pressing yourself against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a smile on his face.

“You should do this everyday.” You told him honestly.

“What if I enjoy my runs?” He raised a brow, flashing you a smile. You glanced at the gap between his teeth, one of the things you adored about him.

“Well, then that sucks.” You laughed a little. He laughed as well, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much.” “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” You replied. “I don’t wanna get outta bed.”

“Not even for breakfast?” He raised a brow at you again. “You love breakfast. It’s like your favorite thing in the whole damn world.”

“No, it’s your favorite thing,” you chuckled, smiling widely. “Mr. I-drink-orange-juice-straight-out-of-the-bottle. Disgusting.”

“You make out with me! Your tongue goes in my mouth and you draw the line at sharing juice?”

“It’s different.” You insist. “You know it, too.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He smiles warmly at you, his beautiful brown eyes making you melt.

“You’re the bestest.” You told him.

“Damn right.” He laughed. “Now I’m making breakfast.” He rolled away, getting out of bed. You groaned.

“No-o-o-o-o…” You whined.

A/n: I guess I should clarify that these are meant to be drabbles rather than oneshots—either way, thanks for reading!

graphics by @saradika-graphics

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fluff #sam x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #Week of Love

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winchestergirl2 · 1 year

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August Reading Recs

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Break Me Down Part 17 | The Epilogue @zepskies

Authors Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

Love Actually Part 1 @zepskies

Authors Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Love Actually Part 2 | Part 3 @zepskies

Authors Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The Widow @pink-sparkly-witch

Authors Summary: Sam and Y/N are happily married, but everything changes after a fatal car accident leaves her a widow. The Winchester motto: “Family Don’t End with Blood,” takes on a whole new meaning for Y/N as she navigates her new normal with the help of her brother-in-law, Dean. But what no one can tell her is what happens when she falls in love again.

Escape Chapter 58 | Chapter 60 @soaringeag1e

Authors Summary: A serial killer is reeking havoc around Lawrence, Kansas, and Detective Dean Winchester is getting really sick of finding more and more bodies. But one day, he gets a call about another victim. But instead of the location of another body, he gets news that this one escaped the hell of this mans actions.

The Fallout @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: When Sam meets his true Omega, you fear your time with the Winchesters is fated to end. Before they can hurt you, you decide to distance yourself. But Dean isn’t willing to let you get away so easy.

Welcome to Being a Girl @negans-lucille-tblr

Authors Summary: When a spell puts you in Dean’s body and Dean in yours, there’s more than one problem that arises.

What A Girl Wants @writercole

Reckless and Raging @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Authors Summary: Y/N knows she made a mistake, but Dean’s fury at her isn’t making it easy to admit to. But why is he so completely furious?

Hold On, I'm Coming @ravengirl94

Authors Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways...

Stood Up @justkending

Authors Summary: You haven’t had a date night in a while, and an old hunting companion calls you up for drinks. Sneaking out from Dean and Sam questioning you, you make it to the bar only to realize you’ve been stood up. Coming home you feel defeated and worthless. Lucky for you, you have someone who thinks you deserve better.

Sam Winchester

Untitled Sam drabble @girl-next-door-writes

Tell Me @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Sam wants to know what the reader wants him to do to her in bed

This Is Crazy, Isn't It? @katelyn--renee

Authors Summary: The trio enjoy a night out in Las Vegas. Things don’t go quite as expected.

Untitled Sam drabble @supernaturalfreewill

Sam and Dean Winchester (no pairing)

Bar Fight @impala-dreamer

Smallville

Jason Teague

Kiss Me First @mind-empty-just-fictional-people

Authors summary: you keep a student after class to work on their late english homework, but coach teague wants his star quarterback at practice

#winchestergirl2 reads #winchestergirl2 recs #fic recs #soldier boy fic #soldier boy x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fic #jason teague x reader #jason teague fic

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passivedecept · 1 year

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DP drabble

So, a while ago I saw a bit of a message on here that Jazz actually showed interest in the show into doing either neuroscience, becoming a lawyer or a professor. And i remember me in the notes giving a bit of a random angsty idea.

Either way, while at work today that idea decided to kidnap me and hold me hostage for a bit.

So now I am writing and posting this to get it out of my system so i can continue my actual fanfic project. It doesn't even have all the things i thought about adding but I just went with where my brain took me for now and that is it.

Fair warning, It is a bit of a long read about 3600 words and it is unbeta'ed and no editing. Trigger Warnings: murder, mention torture, mention unethical/inhuman medical experiments. mention suicide. non detailed home surgery (dont do this at home kiddos). slight gore (not graphic but heavily implied).

Have fun. and feel free to use it as a jump off point for your own ideas.

DP drabble - Neuroscience doesn't seem fun anymore

Jazz stares right ahead as she grips the steering wheel. She refuses to look away from the dark road and only permits herself a small glance into the mirror to the back seat every ten minutes. Shequickly realised she couldn't keep herself from checking on her brother and so instead just stopped checking the time.

It is dark outside and without all the street lights there is only darkness around them. She takes comfort in that, The GIW always come with a lot of noise and sound. As long as it is quiet no one will try and take her brother away from her again.

This had been supposed to be their year.

Jazz had been accepted into her first choice of college and she had been preparing her dorm room to include Danny. The year before had been hard but Jazz had managed to convince Danny that he could leave the lower risk ghosts to Valerie as the Red Huntress. That it wasn't Danny's responsibility. Afterwards she had sat down together with him, Sam and Tucker and gone over what the plan had been to help Danny pass and be able to finish High School on time.

In the end Jazz had gone to talk with Mr. Lancer and after a long story about how Danny has a bad fear of ghosts and with her parents being obsessed wiht them and always talking about them it put Danny under a lot of stress since the ghosts actually showed up. And if he could please help with setting up a program of some kind to help Danny pass.

Mr. Lancer had seemed doubtful but had tried and given Danny the chance to study in peace and with help. And Danny flourished!

That together with the less ghost attacks he had to take care of they had been hopeful that Danny would actually pass and he did!

Summer vacation had been about to start and Danny would just have to finish his last year and he could escape Amity Park too. He would have come to her and join one of the colleges there. They had both given up on their parents ever accepting Danny and had accepted they would just be on their own. Tucker would go to his own dream school and Sam would first do charity and than go to school before they would all try and meet up again when things calmed down.

They had had a plan.

Which is why it had felt like a stab through the heart when she came back early for the summer holiday to go collega touring with Danny, only to see GIW having set up a parameter around her house. She had demanded to know what had happened and they had just said that that menace of a ghost named Phantom had killed both her parents and her little brother.

Bull. Shit.

But she knows how to play this part. She immediantly started crying and sobbing as she planned. She needed to get to the lab, she needed the security footage they had there. She needed to get into her house to get Danny's emergancy bag.

She continued to sob and went to a hotel, gracefully paid for by the GIW in her trying and hard times. She went there, searched the room for any listening or spying devices, none had been installed. and she immediantly set up a phone call wiht Tucker and Sam, both had been out on trips with their parents and one check in later and they both agreed to ditch it and come to Amity Park for their last Back Up plan.

"Paris" or the long version and the song line they had worked off of "If we go down, we go down together."

Next, Jazz set to work on getting the last member they would need for this. Valerie. She called her and Valerie agreed to meet with her. Valerie had tried to start and say how sorry she was for her loss but Jazz hadn't let her start. She had looked Valerie straight in the eyes and said "Danny is Phantom. And I know the GIW lied as Danny would never hurt anyone. They have him, and I need to get him out. He never meant for you to be hurt in that ghost attack but he fears your rejection more than your hatred."

It had been a lot to take in for Valerie but she had already meet Ellie after all. It didn't take her long to connect the dots and she agreed to help.

With Valerie helping as bait to lead the GIW to a 'high level ghost threat' Jazz managed to get into her house and ran straight to her brother's room. It was a mess, the GIW had clearly tried to search it but Jazz knew they wouldn't have found it. After all, why hide something under your bed when you can hide it in walls? Jazz pulled out her own lipstick blaster and blasted a hole right into the wall. She pulled out the overly stocked medkit and his emergancy bag. She moved to rush out of the room before spotting the little astronaut build a bear in the corner, she had a matching doctor one. It held a recording of their parents telling them they love them. she grabs it mostly on impulse before rushing down the stairs towards the lab.

It seemed like the GIW had locked it but one swipe of her hand and the door happily swings open with "Come right in jazz-pants princess!" in her father's cheerful voice.

She runs down the stairs and-

Found her parents.

Both dead.

On the ground.

Covered in bullet marks.

The only thing making her able to move is the adrenalin rushing through her body. She naps evidence pictures before running to the main computer. She slaps in an USB and starts up the security footage as she closes the portal. Machines connected to it start to sound loudly but Jazz ignored them. Jazz knows that reception in the lab is terrible and unless it is special Fenton Tech there is no signal coming out of this radioactive hell hole that her parents made.

She starts copying files as she looks through the old and dirty filters. She will overload the portal with one and the GIW will never be able to use it against anyone. Jazz finds the right one and switches the filters around. The portal immediantly dings the warning and Jazz mutes it. She returns to the computer where the USB is whiping all the fiiles after copying them and sees the last file being played. It is a video.

The GIW stand in the basement with their guns out at Danny, human Danny. Her parents are shouting at the GIW and move between them and Danny. And the GIW just... tell her parents what Danny is and with somekind of electric shock force Danny to transform. Danny had stared fearfully at their parents but then... mom just.. kicks the GIW agent that shot at Danny. Shouting about how they dare to shoot her baby boy!

The GIW yell about ghost being unfeeling and that THEY had said so as well. And her father... her father just tells them that obviously they had then missed something because Danny clearly feels and is sentient and if he is part ghost it means ghost s are as well.

JAzz feels tears leave her eyes. their... their parents accepted him. They didn't even need convincing.

Sure, her parents may be absentminded, obsessed with work and may have been technically neglectful. but they loved them. and they fought for them.

And then the GIW shot her parents and managed to capture Danny as he tried desperatly to stop mom from bleeding out.

Jazz sobs real tears as the download finished as she grabs the USB. she runs to the weapon vault and grabs her weapons of choice, the creep stick, the booo-morang and the Fenton Peeler. Next she locks the vault and changes the password. She leaves the lab and locks the door behind her as she ignores the red flashing light. The blast would destroy the lab but the shock doors should keep it contained to the lab, the foundations of the house would crumble and collapse and bury the molten and destroyed lab.

By the time she returns to her hotel room she has gotten messages from Tucker. Tucker had found the location of the base from the GIW after hacking some cameras to follow their path.

Jazz met up with Valerie and together made a plan to storm the base. Valerie would set off every single ghost alarm in the city before meeting up with Jazz at the base with a car for Jazz to use.

The base.

Jazz sudders and pulls herself out of her memories. the road in front of her is still dark and her hands shake on the steering wheel. A glance to the back shows Danny, still breathing in his little cocoon of blankets. She can just see the top of his head.

which is covered in white bandages.

The room had been covered in blood. Danny had just laid there, lifeless. With the top of his skull removed while a surgeon had stood over him with a scaple.

Jazz sobs and her sight grows hazy with tears. She had stiched her little brother up before. Had helped with setting bones before. stitching on a scalp as much as she could have been terrible. She had almost vomited when she saw the cut of part of his skull just in a bottle.

Jazz can't take it anymore and stops the car. she turns off the engine and sits in the darkness for a while. She steps outside and looks upwards. In the distance she spots Valerie on her hoverboard. And that helps her relax.

Valerie's suit had something that caused ecto detectors to just not notice her tech. She would stay near to make sure to keep danny hidden. Sure they could have used an Ecto blocker or something but Jazz didn't want to risk messing wiht Danny's powers. One of them was accelerated healing after all. And she is counting on that to help save her brother.

She gives Val a thumbs up to show it is no emergency before opening the back door and checking Danny. the white bandages she had put on to help protect the wound were becoming very red and she grabs a new roll as she starts to process of making sure the wound is clean and protected. Ironically the moment she starts working on this task her hands still and become stable again.

Seems like her first year at collega had helped, especially all those extra classes to learn and look in on surgeries.

After it she checks his pulse and his breathing. Both stable even if a bit slower than she would like but she will accept it for now. She gently checks his temperature, still running a slight fever. She will take the fever over the ice cold she had feared that was common with corpses.

Jazz gently, oh so gently, places a kiss on his cheek before backing off and going to the side of the road for a moment. she needs a moment to breath before she can keep going.

She only gives herself a minute before climbing back behind the steering wheel and driving again.

It is just before sunrise when she finds the right city and drives in, she had been driving for a good fourteen hours to get here but it had been worth it. She gets to the address Sam had send her and easily says the name Tucker had send her.

While she had been rescueing Danny wiht Valerie. Tucker and Sam had been on their way back to them. Tucker had crafted new identities for them to who Sam wired pretty much half of the emergency stach she had been saving and getting from her grandmother.

They wouldn't have needed it if Vlad hadn't been a coward. Vlad, the moment he learned that Maddie and JAck had died had just, stared lifelessly ahead of himself. Jazz had been trying to get his assistance in saving Danny but he had just. not cared. He had told her to leave and while Jazz and Val, who had broken into his lab to get more gear, left they heard a gunshot.

Jazz shakes her head as she walks into the lobby and smiles pleasantly at the security guard, trying to ignore how uncomfortable the lenses are. It are brown ones and that together with having her hair hidden in her clothes and a cap it should do enough. the man, barely awake. asks for indentification and Jazz nervously hands the copies of her new ID. the man nods and gives them back before handing her a key "4th floor. to the left and then the second door. numer 416" and he turns back to his book. Jazz thanks him quietly before rushing outside to get her things and more importantly to move Danny.

With Val's help they get everything and Danny up to her new home in one trip where they find the pre-furnished studio appartment.

Sam had outdone herself, after Tucker made them new IDs Sam had moved quickly to get them housing near the collega where Tucker transfered her too. Jazz doesn't even want to know how Tucker managed to get her own credits over to her new identity while not tripping any wires but she will just trust him. she owns them big time and she prays they will stay save.

Talking about save.

She pulls out her phone and easily connects to the secret server Tucker had set up as she types her message "We are here. Red will help get us settled before leaving. please stay save you two."

To which she only gets thumbs ups as replies. ugh. sixteen year olds.

JAzz turns to Danny and smiles before looking at Valerie. Valerie has taken a hold of Danny's hand and whispers to him "You idiot. you better live you hear me? Because after this i want to her the truth from you. and then we can figure things out okay?" valerie stares at danny before sighing as she pulls away and straightens herself.

"Okay. What do you need?"

Jazz frowns as she looks to the side "I need stuff from a hospital but i can't ask that of you."

Valerie rolls her eyes "I asked you what you need. Just give me a list."

Jazz frowns but writes down a list that has been forming since the first moment she saw what had happened to Danny. She gives it to the other girl and Val reads it over. Jazz rubs her arm "I am so sorry I am asking this off you but-"

Valerie cuts her off "Don't be. I... I never tried to listen to him. Even after Ellie. It is the least I can do." she puts on her helmet again as she kicks open her hover board "I left the signal blocker with you. I won't need it as long as I don't use my weapons which I don't plan on. Stay save. I will also get you some food." and she leaves through the window.

Jazz sits down on the ground next to the bed holding Danny and waits. her heart still beating a mile a second as she holds Danny's hand and counts his pulse.

It doesn't take more than 30 minutes before Valerie reappears with her arms full of bags. she lays it all down and moves some salads into the fridge and some macaroni boxes into the cabinet. she shrugs "and the sink has water. that should be fine and won't go bad as long as you eat the salads first." she walks over toJazz nad Jazz wraps her arms around Valerie.

"Thank you."

Valerie hugs her back "Don't be."

"Please stay save on your way home."

Valerie nods against her shoulder "I will. keep Danny save?"

JAzz chuckles as he grip tightens "With my life."

They stop hugging and Valerie starts to walk down in her normal outfit "I am leaving my blocker here. that should keep you guys save. I will drop the car off a cliff somewhere before going to look for Ellie to keep her save."

Jazz looks at the other "And your dad?"

Valerie sighs but gives a grin "I will call him after getting rid of the car. And just explain the situation to him, he has been understanding about this for so long... I am sure once I explain it he will just tell others that I am off doing some road trip." she grins "Don't worry about me. I know what i am doing."

Jazz nods and wishes her luck before locking the door behind the other girl. She takes a moment to quickly eat a salad and drink water before starting to close all the windows and double checking the place.

Everything else on operation 'We go down, we go down together' now rests on Tucker's hacking skills and Sam's photoshop and editing skills. Jazz has her own mission to complete.

Which is.

She opens one of the bags with her and carefully removes the bottle holding part of Danny's skull.

She needs to put her brother back together.

she starts undoing the bandages and checks the head wound. still bleeding but slowing down, seeing the open wound Jazz is convinced it is because Danny is loosing what he has. She takes a deep breath and grabs the bag that Val had brought and takes out the operation gown, gloves and tools. she disinfects a tray and gently places it under Danny's head and takes another deep breath.

She had only had theory about this. she had been lucky to have even been allowed to look in on a surgery of two.

Now it is time to put her limited skills to the test and it was drown or swim.

And damnit she was going to swim no matter what.

Once she starts to doesn't get easier. it gets worse and worse the longer she has to look at the brains of her little brother. the fears of what kind of lasting damage this will do to him get worse and worse. the fear of her accidentally killing him gets worse each second. The only thing keeping her from a panic attack, the only thing keeping her from breaking down. is the slow rise and fall of her brother's chest. it is the weak pulse she feels when checking it.

It guides her forwards.

She isn't even sure how long it took her and she doesn't want to know.

But at the end. She somehow managed.

Jazz finishes the bandages again and smiles at her little brother. and for a moment sees the tiny five year old version of him dressed as a mummy made of toilet paper, ready to go trick or treating.

And she has to run to the toilet to vomit before she breaks down sobbing and crying. she stares at her hands covered in bloody gloves and throws them in the sink before rushing back to her brother.

Still breathing.

Still alive.

She sobs as she sits down next to the bed. one hand takes a hold of his hand, it feels cold, and she checks his pulse. Still going, still alive.

Jazz takes out her phone and finds the server. the last message she send was two days ago. She takes a moment to breath before sending the last needed message for a while.

"alive. time to burn the bridges." and she watches her phone.

Two thumbs ups appear within seconds. and a moment later a third tumbs up appears from the newest added number.

Jazz opens the news app on her phonea dn waits. moments later every artical gets replaced by a list of crimes that the GIW has commited and proof about ghosts having feelings in the form of interviews with Kitty, Johnny and Ember.

She keeps watching for as long as it takes until it appears. An edited version of the GIW attacking Phantom and taking him. of her parents saying they had been wrong and ghosts clearly do have feelings and to release him!

Then... the crime of them killer her parents. moments later of Danny trying to save their mom and them shooting him with something.

A short edited shot of the GIW torturing Danny in his phantom form.

Honestly? The cutting and pasting had been masterful. It shows the whole story but skips the part where Phantom and Danny had been the same person.

Then she sees the bit about herself. about her entering the GIW base as herself and then later a message from the GIW that Jazz had died. the GIW said heartbreak but now no one will believe that.

Jazz smiles as she puts her phone down and turns around until she can lay with her head on Danny's chest, where she can hear her little brother's heartbeat.

Now Tucker and Sam woudl make their own get away and they would go back to the original plan of eventually meeting up.

She smiles as she falls to sleep with the sound of her brother's heartbeat and knowing that the public will tear the GIW apart for what they did and the inhuman acts they commited.

If they want to hurt her brother.

They will have to deal with her.

And unlike Danny, Jazz has no problem fighting dirty.

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #fanfiction #drabble #writing #check the warnings you all and stay safe #BAMF jazz fenton #I think it counts as bamf at least #tucker and sam are mentioned #valerie does have more of a side role but is there

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Forgotten Lands: Summer Solstice - Fae!Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: Happy summer solstice! This was the drabble idea I had that sparked this whole AU!

Summary: You’ve lived in the Fae world for a few months now and have grown close to its occupants, especially close to one in particular.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: FLUFF! Kind of a cliff hanger?

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

AU Masterlist / Masterlist

Summer Solstice

The entire estate was already buzzing with energy when you awoke sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Noks had found himself a perfect sun spot his black fur looking almost blue and he purred in his sleep.

With the help of Kallie the half-nymph maid, you dressed in a pale yellow gown that was light and loose enough to keep you cool in the summer heat. To finish the look she braided small delicate yellow and blue flowers into your hair.

Once you stepped outside the festivities were in full swing already, the entire court celebrating the summer solstice. Music was floating through the air, tables were full of fresh fruit and other delicacies. Children were running around and playing with the Maypole.

You had just rounded the corner when Noks jumped out of your arms and ran straight over to Alpine who was sitting on a nearby wall. Bucky was stood not too far away with Steve and as a shadow passed overhead you knew that Sam was flying above you.

Walking over to Steve you gave him a small bow of the head “Happy Summer Solstice” you greeted.

“Happy Summer Solstice” he smile’s with his own bow of the head “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“Yes, I’ve never celebrated summer solstice before” you admit glancing around at the festivities, there weren’t many holidays in the human world anymore, and the few that remained you had been too poor to really celebrate.

“Well by all means take full advantage and enjoy the day” Steve smiles softly.

“I will thank you Steve” You smile with another bow of your head before making your way towards the table full of fresh fruit.

For the rest of the day, you enjoyed the day and all the festivities, eating the glorious food, and enjoying the good weather. You had even been coaxed into dancing with Steve.

When the song ended Steve linked his arm with yours and leaned down to whisper in your ear “I have something to show you, if you’d let me”

You blinked a couple of times, still somewhat entranced by his proximity but you managed to nod your head in answer. He smiled softly down at you before leading you away from the main hub of the party and towards one of the many gardens.

He took you to one of your favourite gardens in the estate, it was always much quieter than the others and always looked so beautiful with the wide variety of colours and flowers.

It always smelt amazing too, your arm slipping out from Steve’s as you stepped closer to take a sniff of the glorious scent. The noise of Steve clearing his throat had you looking back over towards him.

“I have a summer solstice present for you” Steve said the corners of his lips tugging into a poorly concealed smile.

“You got me a present?” Your eyes widen in surprise as you looked at the gorgeous fae male you had slowly fallen in love with, but had yet to admit it out loud, you hadn’t even been brave enough to kiss him.

“Of course” he smiled softly “Close your eyes and hold out your hands”

You did as he said, your teeth running over your lower lip as you waited for whatever he placed in your hands. After a moment you felt a smooth cool wooden box being placed in your palms.

“Can I open my eyes?” You asked, brow arching.

Steve let out a warm chuckle “Yes you may”

You opened your eyes, your gaze instantly falling on the long rectangular box in your palms. You instantly guess it was a bracelet, one that would cost more than you could ever dream to earn in the human realm.

“Open it” Steve encourages, his excitement yet nervous energy rolling off of him in waves.

You carefully open the box, surprised to find a gorgeous black feather quill resting on the velvet instead of a bracelet. Your lips parted in amazement as you carefully lifted it from the box, marvelling over its iridescence as it caught the sunlight.

“It’s beautiful, what kind of bird did this feather come from,” you ask unable to take your eyes off of it.

“It’s from a wild pegasus, they’re extremely rare mostly because few are brave enough to get close enough to pluck one” Steve explains moving to stand just behind you.

“Are there not tame pegasus? I thought other courts held them” you say glancing over your shoulder.

“There are, but for reasons that even our greatest scholars cannot understand, feathers plucked from tame pegasus cannot retain magic”

You spin round to face him “Magic?”

A smile tugs at his lips as he looks down at you “Yes, this quill is enchanted” Your lips part in surprise, your gaze returning to the feather wondering whether the iridescence was actually magic “You said you wished to write stories but cannot translate what you see in your head into words, this quill will do it for you”

Your jaw was nearly on the floor at this point, you had only mentioned your desire to write once. The time Steve took you on a tour of these very gardens and asked you what your dream was back in the human realm. You hadn’t thought much of that conversation since, it had been a dream that you never thought would become reality.

You had learnt from a young age that no matter how much you dreamed of a different life you would never be more than a poor peasant that fixed clothes for spare coppers. You were just lucky that you had been taught to read and write, something many others in your position weren’t taught to do.

“H-how?” You stutter in disbelief.

“In all the centuries I’ve been alive I learnt it best not to question the how, it can cause an awful headache,” Steve says with a playful smirk “Here try it out for yourself,” he says conjuring up a blank piece of parchment and wooden board out of thin air.

Your hand were shaking as you took the board from him, his gentle finger taking the wooden case from you in return. Resting the tip of the quill against the paper you were surprised to find it already held ink. Another enchantment on it you supposed. You glance up at Steve to see him watching you in anticipation, suddenly making you shy to write in front of him.

Quickly turning your back on him you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You let your mind wander and begin to dream up a story about a prince and princess walking through a gorgeous garden, just like the one you were in now. You could picture it all so clearly, the handsome prince, the smell of the roses. The warmth in his blue-green eyes and a gentle smile on his plump pink lips.

You pictured him gently taking the princess's hand, halting her in her stride. You could see the blush spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he gazed lovingly down at the princesses. You could practically hear his melodic soft voice as he professed his love for her.

“Very romantic” Steve hummed behind you, so close you felt his breath brush across the shell of your ear.

You are startled out of your daydream, spinning around to face Steve. You blink a couple of times, your chest heaving as you tried to get control of yourself. Something that seemed impossible with him stood so close, his comforting scent enveloping you in a warm embrace.

You managed to glance down at the parchment your eyes widening in surprise when you saw the exact story you has just pictured in your head written out before you. It was real. Your thoughts and daydreams were right here in front of you in writing. You hadn’t even realised the quill had moved yet you had filled nearly the entire page. You must have been close to completely falling off when Steve spoke.

Heat rushed to your cheeks when you realised Steve had been reading your writing over your shoulder. You pull the board close to your chest in an attempt to stop him from reading more. Praying that he didn’t realise the prince you had pictured was actually him.

“It seems to work well” he nods “and hopefully one day you’ll no longer need it” he adds with a kind smile.

You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips, knowing that he didn’t mean that one day you’d stop writing, but that one day you’d have the confidence in your own abilities.

A lump of emotion grew in your throat as you blinked back the tears “Thank you Steve, this means the world to me” you managed to say.

Steve smiled softly, giving you a small bow of his head “You’re welcome, I look forward to reading your first novel”

You bit your lip and let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head gently “I can only apologise that I did not get you a present”

Steve gently shakes his head “You have already given me so much” he says softly.

Looking up at him your lips part in surprise when you realise the look in his eyes matched the look you had pictured in the prince's eyes. A look you never thought would leave your imagination, yet here it was.

You knew it should terrify you, and in some way may it did a little. Steve was a fae, a being that belonged in childhood stories, ones used to frighten children into behaving. And you were just human, completely ordinary.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest and a tugging sensation that wished to pull you in his direction. So you decided to stop listening to your brain and listen to your heart instead. Letting the tugging sensation pull you closer to him, a hand resting on his chest as you rose up onto your tip toes and gently brushed your lips against his.

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hamsterclaw · 2 years

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You r never disappointing, i swear you're the one that keeps the Hoseok/YN Tag alive and going.

Hi lovely, you're in for a TREAT today. I went on one checking out my reblogs for all my fave Hoseok fics and here they are, a curated list of all the banging Hoseok fics that keep Hoseok/YN alive.

Category: Mafia Hobi/gang Hobi

Look no further than the sublime writing of @xjoonchildx - the Hobi in the drabble Close Call is only a taste of how excellent the Gentlemen of the Gajog series is, featuring the rapline.

I've re-read Heartbeat by @joonbird so many times because this Hobi's written so perfectly - a sexy, tough guy who's decent and insecure underneath and also so so so so hot.

Category: Sweet husband Hobi

@bonvoyagenoona is the writer I admire and aspire to be like. I got on AO3 just so I could read her writing. I adore all her work and The Cul-de-Sac cons is the story I come back to when I want to escape, genuinely escape. JK is the romantic pairing but the Hobi in this is such a sweetheart.

Lawn boy Hobi in Hot and Bothered by @sahmfanficbts is glorious crack at its very best. Sam's devoted to Namjoon but when she branches out, it's still ace.

Category: Soft Hobi/nice guy Hobi

Project Dream Girl, a holiday story that's heartwarming and snuggly and full of brilliant details, also written by @bonvoyagenoona She writes with such compassion and feeling I will never get over it.

I've lamented more than once that @gukslut is no longer active because her writing is incredible and if I could only read stories from one writer ever it would be her. The Holiday Hobi is a perfect mix of filthy and sweet.

Useless Magic by @reliablemitten is a feel-good romp of a story with clever, clever writing featuring a sexy banker Joon and a sweet sweet Hobi who teaches toddlers.

There's something about Hobi in the holidays, and Ho-ho-horrible by @ugh-yoongi is a sweet, heartwarming tale of a thoroughly decent Hobi.

For the first time by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids is beautifully written, and features a sexy neighbour Hobi.

Category: Sexy boss Hobi, with a helping of angst

I read the entirety of Jungle Park by the very excellent @jimlingss in one night. I've been reeling ever since. It's perfect. I've never seen better.

Category: Kinky Hobi

@btssmutgalore writes kinks in the most beautiful and inclusive way. Pas de Trois is so incredibly hot and also features a side of JK.

Category: Fuckboi Hobi

An underwritten trope, imo. The Hobi in Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la is so funny and charming you're pulled in no matter that your thoughts are on that airport outfit.

Flip & Reverse It by @neonlights92 is funny, smart and so so entertaining, check it out, it's the best laugh you'll have all day.

Fuckboi rapper Hobi in Holiday Inn by @bangtanintotheroom is frankly irresistible and it's futile to even try.

I think putting Party Time by @sugakookitty under this category is underselling this Hobi because frankly, he's sexy, unhinged and way too entertaining for his own good.

Category: Historical Hobi

The Hobi in Kanalia by @xjoonchildx is the ultimate brooding sexy man of few words.

Category: Spy Hobi

Lightning never strikes twice by @vyduan is clever, sparky and so so funny.

Category: Supervillian Hobi

Versus by @minisugakoobies featuring Yoongi, Hobi and Namjoon and a kickass superhero lead, is one of the funniest and crackiest fics I've read on here.

Category: Demon Hobi

I honestly think about the demon Hobi from Not today, Satan, written brilliantly by @gimmethatagustd all the time, and the outrageous MC too.

Same for this unexpectedly soft sleep paralysis demon Hobi in Whispers in the Dark from the brilliant mind of @miscelunaaa .

Category: Crack Hobi

This tentacle-wielding, dancing Cthoseok from Unspeakable Horrors by @thatlongspringnight is straight-up crack and makes me ugly laugh.

Popping these at the end because they make me laugh every time:

@bang-tan 's fake subtitles in this have me crying.

@jeonjapan's hixtape tracklist is gold.

So hey, anon, for you and for me, Hobi's got a lot of strong players in his corner and writers who write him like he's the king he is. Happy birthday month, Hobi! 💜

#hoseok fic recs #hobi fic recs #lmk if you have more recs

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mushibashiraas · 1 year

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june 1st in my country is national donut day. and i remembered that donuts are ruggie's favorite food! thus this little drabble was born. (hhhh i keep getting interrupted tho. god fcking bless! ending's gonna be crap. oh well hhhh sobs. fml)

gn!yuu. some spoilers for the savanaclaw storyline, some misinformation regarding plants,

"no. thank you for your purchase, my little imp!"

after thanking sam for their groceries, (name) sent a quick text to ruggie to meet them in the botanical gardens.

fighting off grim, ace, and deuce was no easy feat. as soon as they left sam's store, the three were on them like a pack of hungry wolves. they had to threaten grim with no tuna and ace and deuce with the removal of their study sundays.

agreeing to meet up later at the heartslabyul lounge for a round of mario party, (name) hurried off to meet the savanaclaw second year. they barely made it in time too, what with having to chase off a rightfully worried ace and deuce ("you barely got out of there alive when their dorm leader overblotted! you think we'd just let you waltz into their territory alone?! you crazy?" "i'm not meeting him in his dorm, you two! now shoo!").

seeing his cute, fuzzy ears twitch as he poked his head above crewel's madagascar dragon trees, (name) made their way over nearly bumping into the staghorn ferns.

"oh? i thought i heard the pitter patter of little feet. what's up, prefect? why'd you call me out here all of a sudden? i'm a busy hyena, y'know. shishishi!" despite his teasing and laughing, he carelessly brushed away the plants' dangling leaves.

thanking the older student, (name) held up their grocery bag. "i know you definitely have more errands and chores to do for leona and the rest of your dorm. but i figured you could use a quick break. you remember i was telling you all about the national holidays, big and small, from my world?" they sat down behind the princess jessie calatheas and kimberly queen ferns, ruggie plopping next to them his hands already making for the paper bag. he nodded, urging them to continue. "well, i nearly forgot that today is National Donut Day where i'm from. and i thought of you; i just had to stop by sam's and pick up some fresh donuts for us. he even had some new flavors! i figured we could try them together before you go back to work."

by now, a little drool dribbled down ruggie's chin. his tail may or may not have been bobbing back and forth too. he was totally paying attention to the rest of what the prefect said; totally didn't blank out the second he heard "National Donut Day." "heh? a country-wide recognized day just dedicated to eating donuts? count me in! fork one over here! time to celebrate! shishishi!"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ruggie #ruggie bucci x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #twst

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foreverlilmeowmeow · 11 months

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Title: I've Always Loved you Pairing: Park Jimin x f!reader Word Count: 3k+ Genre: Fluff, Holiday au Summary: You haven't seen Park Jimin in over three years and now your walking into his house to celebrate the spooky season of Halloween. Your feelings mixed as you try to avoid him, but find out he's everywhere. Will you admit your feelings or leave with rejection, find out in this Halloween special! Warning: drinking, kissing, making out, thoughts of feelings on someone else, heartbreak, I never know how to label these things...

Notes: Hello everyone! I hope you all had a very spooky Halloween and that you all stayed safe! I know I ended up staying home cause it started snowing, but with the season of Halloween I decided to write this little drabble and hope you enjoy it! Notes 2: Anyway, this is my first time writing something for BTS so sorry if the guys sound a bit out of character... I was trying something new so feed back is always welcome! Anyway, enjoy the rest of Halloween if your in the states, if not Happy November first! Byeee!!!

“What do you mean ‘you're not going’? You said you would go with me and you promised you would be there.” Your best friend Kaitlyn said as you and her were heading to Jimin’s house for a halloween party.

“I’m. Not. Going. How confusing is that?” you replied as you were laying in bed scrolling through your socials. You hadn’t seen Jimin in what felt like years, and going to this Halloween party meant bumping into him since the party was at his house.

“It's not, but you promised, so you're going. Now get dressed, or I’ll pick out the costume you're wearing, and you know which one I’d put you in.” Kaitlyn said as you gave her a look.

“I am not wearing that costume, and you know my reasoning. Why are you being such a bitch today?”

Kaitlyn shrugged, “Don’t go back on your promises and I won't be a bitch, simple as that.” She said with a huge grin on her face. You groaned knowing that this party could last all night, but being around the others did bring a slight smile to your face. You had gotten close to Hoseok and Seokjin that maybe going to the party wasn’t such a bad idea. You just had to avoid Jimin. How hard could that be?

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“I already hate it here.” You said as you looked at your friend and then at the large house in front of you. The yard and house was packed to the brim. People littered the front yard like Jimin was throwing a yard sale or something and the music that was coming from the front door seemed loud and annoying. Why in sam’s hell did you agree to come to this thing?

Kaitlyn chuckled, "Come on, let's go get a couple of drinks and we can go find Hoseok or someone. You know a ‘familiar face’ so we don’t feel so weirded out. I know I don’t like big crowds, but it was the only party that was happening tonight and we all know that Jimin can throw parties that are out of this world. We’ll have fun. Just relax okay?” Kaitlyn said as the two of you slowly made your way up to the door. You decided to dress up as Diane from The Seven Deadly Sins. Thighs out, boots up to your knee, and a similar hammer attached to your back just in case you needed to beat someone’s ass if they got too touchy. Your friend, Kaitlyn, decided to dress up as Noelle from Black Clover. She said she didn’t want to show too much skin, but if she got drunk enough you knew that she would be naked in a heartbeat. Your eyes rolling in your head as when you entered the house, it was decked out in halloween theme decorations. Fog machines, spider webs, skulls, bats, and pumpkins littering the shelves and tables that you honestly thought the house looked nice. It just made you upset because it was all at Jimin’s house and you didn’t want to be here because you hadn’t seen him in what felt like years.

“You made it! I’m surprised you got her to come!” Hoseok said as he came up to you and gave you and Kaitlyn a hug.

“Took a lot to get her here, but she’s here and she’s not going anywhere since we took my car instead of hers.” Kaitlyn said as you huffed but hugged Hoseok back as you were happy to see him.

“Well, come in! Lets go get you ladies something to drink! I saw Jimin spike the punch with vodka but if you have something else you want to drink, you should have brought it yourself.” Hoseok laughed as you couldn’t move to the kitchen fast enough. You swore you could hear Jimin talking to someone nearby and your heart was racing.

“Y/N! You’re here! OMG! I’m so happy you're here!” Taehyung smiled as you could tell he had already started drinking.

“Hey, V, how are you doing?” You asked as the four of you made your way to the punch bowl and started pouring drinks. You didn’t really want to drink, but Kaitlyn said it would help you relax more so bottoms up and pray you’ll have a good night.

“I’m doing wonderful! Have you said hi to everyone? Did you lock lips with you know who?” Taehyung asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You scrunched up your nose and shook your head, “No, I didn’t ‘lock lips with you know who.’ I have yet to see him and hope to god I don’t see him. I’m sure he had long forgotten about me and to be honest I’m okay with that.” You said as you heard some shuffling around behind you and then a voice. That voice bringing a shiver down your spine as it always sounded a bit high pitched, but not in an annoying way, more like a bell or a choir singing to you. The voice was magical that you wished you could hear the voice more often. You just didn’t know if tonight was the night you were going to confess. You and him haven’t talked for over three years. Three years of him going off to college in Seoul and you staying in Busan working because you couldn’t afford college. He had said he would visit, but as time went, he became nonexistent, which in the end broke your heart.

“Don’t see who? Were you trying to avoid someone?” Jimin asked as you all turned to see him dressed up as a vampire. His silver hair tucked back, and his beautiful brown eyes were now red from a pair of contacts you assumed he bought on Amazon.

“No one, don’t worry about it.” You said as you grabbed your drink and decided to explore the house some more. You had to get away from Jimin as your heart started to pound deep within your chest. You were scared. You were breaking. He looked more beautiful than the day he left, and you were sure he wasn’t the pure innocent boy you knew all those years ago.

“Y/n! Wait up! Don’t leave me alone with these assholes!” Kaitlyn said as Taehyung pouted slightly. He was probably the softest out of the small group that was forming in the kitchen. He was cute and funny, always knew when something was wrong, but drunk Taehyung was someone you had to watch out for. He didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and honestly, how you were feeling, you didn’t need to have him blab about all the thoughts that were running in your head.

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“Wow, nice costume, didn’t think you had it in you, but fuck… you look great!” Jungkook smiled as you were now outside hanging with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook.

“Thanks! It took some getting used, too, but I think with the tights on under the costume, I kinda feel more confident. Not walking around in a bathing suit and feeling half naked, ya know?” You smiled as Yoongi elbowed Namjoon, who seemed to have his mouth open from being in shock at how beautiful you looked in Diane’s clothing.

“You're welcome, where’s Kaitlyn? Did she come with you?” Jungkook asked as he and her sorta had an on and off relationship.

“She’s somewhere. Last I saw, she was with Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung. Who’s to say where she is now.” you replied, sipping on the weird concoction Jimin had made in the punch bowl.

“Ah, think she’ll wanna talk?” Jungkook asked as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know, she was the one that dragged me to this party. Honestly, I wanted to stay home and just watch horror flicks, but here I am…” you said as Namjoon smiled.

“Well, I’m glad you're here. Honestly, I missed seeing you around.” Namjoon spoke as your cheeks reddened from his compliment.

“I miss being around too. It's weird being back here, though. After Jimin left for college, I didn’t think any of us would hang out. I mean, Yoongi got that record deal. You went off to college as well, but stayed here, Jungkook started working along with I.” You began as you honestly didn’t want to remember the night Jimin told you he was leaving and that he wouldn’t be back until he finished. He might visit during the holidays, but when that first christmas came around, you didn’t see him, and you sure in hell didn’t see the others.

“Yeah, life just kinda got busy, but hey, three years isn’t that long, and honestly, having the party here meant there was no way Jimin was skipping this one. I mean, have you seen his place? Its fucking huge!” Namjoon said as a slight shiver went up your spine as the wind picked up out of the blue.

“Here, take this. You’ll feel warmer.” Jungkook said as he gave you his blazer.

“Thanks, Kookie, but I’m okay. I was thinking about heading inside and seeing if I could find Kaitlyn. Think you could come join me?” You asked as everyone sorta shared a look.

“Uh, sure, I can come with you. Is everything okay?” Jungkook asked as you nodded your head. You didn’t know why but just having one of the others nearby gave you comfort. You didn’t see Jimin as a threat, but just having one of the other guys with you while he was around gave you a safe space. You were eventually going to talk to Jimin, you just weren’t ready yet and you didn’t know when you would be ready. You just needed time.

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“There you are! I was beginning to think you walked home. Hi! How are you?” Kaitlyn asked as you couldn’t believe she was drunk if not close to being drunk.

“Fine, hey uh, where’s Jimin? I need to uh talk to him.” You said as it was about eleven o’clock when you found your friend.

“He went upstairs with some girl who said she wasn’t feeling well… as if… honestly if she wanted to get into Jimin’s pants she could of just said ‘hey I wanna fuck you’ or something, not pretend to be sick just so she could get him alone. I mean would you do something like that? Would you pretend to be sick just to get into Jimin’s pants?”

You shook your head, “No, because I don’t see him that way… and how many drinks have you had already? Where is Taehyung and Hoseok? Weren’t they with you last?” You asked as you looked around for your friends.

“Hobi is with his girlfriend and Tae went to go look for you. Said he really wanted you to go talk to Jimin before it was too late, whatever that means. I know you lik-” You covered Kaitlyn’s mouth before she could talk anymore. Your heart pounding in your chest again as you didn’t need the others and whoever else was around to know you liked him. Sure, you and Jimin were best friends growing up but who’s to say he didn’t find someone while he was off to college. He could have settled on a girl in his class and just couldn’t make it tonight. You just had to find some way around it so your heart could calm down.

“Well, here’s your boyfriend, try not to make a scene okay?” You said as Jungkook smiled at Kaitlyn and then watched as you disappeared upstairs where you were honestly afraid you were going to run into Jimin fucking some random girl, breaking your heart even more.

“So, do you really like her? I mean she’s been avoiding you since she showed up. What kind of person does that?” you heard someone talk as Jimin spoke next.

“Someone who is scared to admit their feelings, but I get it. I just hadn’t had the chance to talk to her since she got here because everyone keeps bothering us. I’m sure we’ll talk eventually but for now…” Jimin paused as the person he was talking with started to giggle, “You need to lay down and get some rest, I’ll come check on you in a little bit.”

The person spoke once more as you felt your heart sink knowing he had been wanting to talk to you since you got here, but everyone kept bothering you two so you were both never alone.

“Well, if you do talk to her, Jiminie, tell her she’s stupid. Tell her the truth and tell her what you feel, because truth be told I feel like you're wasting your time with her. You could be doing so much better and I do mean better…” you rolled your eyes as you knew the person he was talking about was talking about themselves.

“I know, but my heart is set on her and her alone. I just have to get her alone… I just don’t know how..” Jimin said as the floor creaked from underneath you and the door moved just enough for you to see who he was talking to.

“Oh, y/n, hi… um… it's not what it looks like I promise!” the girl in bed said as Jimin was sitting next to her leaned over as if he was going to give her a kiss.

“Right.. Um.. can we talk?” You asked looking Jimin right in the eyes as you felt your heart thud against your rib cage.

“Of course… just give me a second.” he said as you nodded. You walked further down the hall waiting for him. The voices in the room hushed as Jimin walked out and closed the door. His head turned in your direction as the next thing you knew your lips were against his and his arms were around his waist.

“How long?” You asked as the two of you made out in the hallway.

“How long for what?” Jimin asked as he was confused on why he was making out with you, his best friend.

“How long have you liked me?” You questioned one more time as this time you could hear the gears clicking and then a slight whine as you bit his lower lip.

“Since the day I left for college… I knew it when you said your goodbye that I knew my heart belonged to you and only you.” He said as his hands moved up your sides and slowly caged you against the wall you were now pinned against.

“Then why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you come and visit me during the holidays? Why did you stay away?”

“Because I was scared you didn’t feel the same. I know we had joked about dating and being each other's significant other, but to be clear, it's kinda hard to not fall for… I mean look at you…” He stopped kissing you as he eyed your Seven Deadly Sins costume, “You look stunning in this… you could probably wear anything and look beautiful in it.”

You blushed, “But what if my feelings for you were the same? I mean I just kissed you. Did that not mean anything to you?”

Jimin arched his brow but frowned, “It does, but you have also been drinking and I don’t want your feelings getting mixed because you were under the influence. I mean… if you do like me then I must be the luckiest boy in the world, but if you don’t then I’m in deep shit because I took advantage of you…”

“But I do like you… I’ve always liked you… Why can’t you accept that..” you mumbled as you saw what he meant by being under the influence.

“Because you're drunk, y/n… I know sober you wouldn’t be all handsy on me… you would have rather talked to me than make out with me. I just…” he pressed his forehead against yours as his lips slowly ghosted over yours softly. You could taste the vodka and orange juice but what you were also tasting was his emotions.

“So you're saying you would rather talk about this sober than with alcohol in our systems? That makes sense.” You said as you pushed yourself away from him, making him back up just a bit, “But will you remember this when you are sober?”

Jimin nodded, “Of course… I just hope you do too.”

You frowned looking at him. You swore you didn’t have that much to drink but for being here almost close to midnight and a few drinks in, you could tell that you weren’t completely sober, but you weren’t also drunk either.

“Well, now what? I mean I clearly can’t go home, and I’m sure Kaitlyn is tongue deep in Jungkook’s mouth… Did you want me to catch a cab and talk to you tomorrow?” you asked as your heart sank knowing you could have just had a one night stand and not see Jimin after this all happening.

“No, You can uh… stay here for the night. I just have to kick Veronica out of bed so you have some place to sleep. If not, there's always the guest room.”

You nodded your head, “Will you come hang out with me until I fall asleep? Just so I’m not alone and someone takes you know… advantage of me?”

Jimin looked at you with questionable eyes, “No, but I’ll stay near so I can watch the door, how does that sound?”

You pouted, “Fine, but you better keep a good eye on the door. I don’t want some creep coming in, you hear me?”

Jimin chuckled, “I hear you, I hear you. Let’s get you to bed.” he said as he took you to the guest room and smiled, “I hope you do remember this… I hope you and I can start a new chapter in our lives as a real couple, and I hope you know I do love and care for you..”

“I love and care for you too, Jimin, I-” You were cut off by Jimin’s lips as he smiled. He walked you into the guest bedroom and laid you down as he tucked you in like a child and kissed your forehead telling you good night. The last thing after that was his smile and how you said I love you one more time. You were madly in love with him. Sober or not. You were going to remember this, you just hope he did too.

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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Pal-entine's Day

"Making the most of your day off, Pinkie?" Tony asks, nudging his head towards the box in your hands.

"Well, Palentine's only happens once at year," you quip, placing the box on the common room coffee table.

Tony dramatically sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know I'm going to regret asking, but what?"

"Palentine's Day," you state matter of factly. "It's a thing."

"It's definitely not a thing," Steve agrees.

"Of course it is," you retort, dismissively waving at the both of them. "Why else would me and Sam, every year on the day after Valentine's, go look for all the leftover candy that's on sale. After that, we go have lunch and discuss the rest of you."

"You talk about the rest of us when we're not there?" Tony indignantly guffaws.

"Can I just add how nice you look today?" Steve quickly compliments.

"Duly noted, Steve. I will take that into consideration."

"Alright, this year I know I've got you beat-" Sam starts as he walks into the room with an oversized box in his arms, only to stop when he sees Steve and Tony also in the common room. "Oh, hey, Steve, Tony."

"What's in the box, Sam?" Tony deeply sighs. "A gift for a holiday that no one has ever heard of?"

"Someone's exceptionally bitter today," Sam quips.

"Well, when two of my colleagues take the day off for a made up holiday it tends to put you in a bad mood," Tony sarcastically remarks.

"Aren't most holidays just made up?" Sam counters.

Tony opens his mouth, only to close it when he realizes he doesn't have an adequate rebuttal.

"Oh, you should open mine first!" you eagerly insist, gesturing to the box in front of you.

"Aw... you didn't have to get me -," Sam stops mid-sentence as he pops off the top of the gift box. He softly gasps at the sight of the glass bottle securely tucked into the box. He lifts it closely examine the contents: a miniature replica of his family's boat. "How did even you do this?"

"I asked your sister for several very detailed pictures of the boat. And getting it in a bottle? That's for me to know."

"This is so cool," Sam marvels, still holding the bottle an inch away from his face. "Looks just like my family's boat in Louisiana."

"Your family has a boat?" Tony questions.

"You're from Louisiana?" Steve simultaneously asks.

Sam shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he puts the bottle back in the box. "Okay, okay, your turn."

"Alright," you excitedly agree. You tear through the tissue paper of Sam's gift bag to reveal a giant, green, plush animal inside. It's only when you pull the plush out of the bag that you see that the gift is an oversized plush chameleon, just like the sidekick in your favorite movie. "Oh my God, this is amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's a chameleon..." Steve awkwardly lilts. "Because you're adaptable?"

"Or like the sidekick from her favorite movie," Sam corrects with a sigh. Sam's head turns slightly, his voice dropping slightly, "You didn't invite them, did you?"

"You know, we're right here. We can hear you," Tony points out.

Sam drops his voice even lower, leaning in closer to you, "You didn't-"

"This is not normal," Tony interjects. "This is a very weird thing to do with your friends."

"You mean your friends don't get you giant, plush versions of your favorite cartoon characters?" you pose.

Tony fervently shakes his head. "No!"

"Then you guys need better friends," Sam mutters under his breath.

"Tell me about it," you mumble.

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First Thanksgiving (FM Short)

a/n~ Some short sweet FM! Sammy drabbles on this lovely holiday ☺️

“What do you mean I have to pull its neck out? Where’s its neck?!” Sophia couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips as she watched Sam carefully remove the turkey from its packaging. She nodded her head gently in the direction of his hand that had a firm grip on the leg clamp, noting Joe the neck was protruding just a little bit out of the back of the turkey.

“It’s neck is right there, you see? It’s sticking out of its ass.” Sam’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he very carefully grasped the neck bone and pulled it out of the turkey. He fought his gag reflex, his natural reaction to retch as he looked at just how long the bone was. Soft giggles escaped her as she held the trash bag open, waiting for him to dispose of the neck. Sam inspected it closely, his nose scrunched up at the thought of what he was doing.

“You’ve still got to get the heart and gizzards out of there too.” She raised her brow, fully prepared to switch jobs with him at any moment. Sam’s head whipped in her direction, his eyes wider than ever.

“You said I had to clean the turkey, not perform surgery on it! Now where the hell is that? In its ass cavity?!” Sophia was fully enjoying Sam’s distress at the thought of having to go elbow deep into the turkey. She shook her head at him and placed the trash bag she was holding down onto the floor. Taking a step forward she reached out and lifted the top part of the turkey, finishing out the bag that sat just under the skin in the neck cavity.

“See? Easy peasy.” She giggled, bending at the waist and opened the trash bag to toss the turkey organs into. Sam’s downturned doe eyes sat wide on his face, trying to figure out how she hadn’t gagged doing that.

“Is there still ice in it?” She kept her voice soft, realizing that this was a teaching moment for Sam as she sidled up next to him and pointed at the turkey.

“Ice? Where? In its ass?” Sam’s brows furrowed, he couldn’t remember ever watching his mom prepare a turkey as a kid, the bird having already been in the oven when he rolled out of bed most years. She reached over his arm and gently pulled at the turkey before glancing into the cavity of the bird.

“You see the blocks of ice? Run cold water into it under the ice melts. I’ll get the seasoned butter Danny made.” She leaned up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to Sam’s cheeks before rinsing her hands off under the flow of water and turning on her heel.

Sam did as he was told, turning the faucet so the water flowed into the turkey. But he paid the bird no mind as his eyes fell on Sophia, watching lovingly as she puttered around his kitchen, their kitchen, helping him prepare a meal he had never been in charge of. A soft smile spread across his face as he turned his attention back to the task at hand, lifting the turkey up by the leg clamp in his grasp and let the water drain from the other side.

“Yeah, see? Another easy peasy thing! Can you do me the biggest favor and grab the pan out of the garage? I may have forgotten it out there in my sleepy mad dash last night.” Sam nodded gently and after quickly washing his turkey hands, turned on his heel and made his way to the garage.

He couldn’t pinpoint why his chest felt like it was on fire. He took a deep breath, willing his racing heart to slow down. He didn’t fully understand in the moment what was happening, it was just Sophia, his Fia, puttering around his kitchen. But as he watched her from the garage door, roasting pan in hand he realized just what was happening. Placing a hand to his chest he tilted his head back and let his eyes flutter shut as he muttered ‘she’s the one.’

Sam took a deep breath and made his way back into the kitchen. He placed the pan on the counter next to her, watching as she shook the excess flour out of the oven bag she has insisted on using. Turning on her heel she smiled up at him and placed the bag into the pan.

“What’s up, gorgeous?” She cooed, opening the tub of butter and began to separate the skin from the meat of the turkey with her hand. Sam shook his head lightly and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head.

“Do you need help with anything else?” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and ran the side of his thumb along the length of her jaw.

“No but, I do need Mister Daniel out here to make the potatoes he raved about if you could get him for me please?” Sam nodded his head and made a beeline for Danny’s bedroom.

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