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lolahaurisfw · 5 months

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: ̗̀➛ Sebastian: Fluff Alphabet

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He loves that you accept him for who he is. You respect his work, his social boundaries, and you don't try to change him or force him out of his comfort zone.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Hips and waist! Thick or thin, he just loves holding onto yours hips, or putting his arms around your waist.

Hugs from behind >>>

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Big spooning you, he loves to hold you like a teddy bear :)

Also loves it when you lay your head on his chest and hold him, or just fully lay on top of him. The pressure is calming.

The best cuddles are when it’s raining. He may love going out in the rain, but he loves cuddling in bed and listening to it hit the window more.

So he’d beg you to take the day off and be lazy with him, probably trying to persuade you with a cup of coco and your favorite sitcom.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Dancing in the rain with you… omg

Imagine meeting him in the Cindersap forest on a stormy morning.

He pulls you under a patch of trees, distant enough that the rain is still hitting you, but close enough that you aren't getting completely soaked.

He looks (down/up) at you, locking eyes and smiling, his cheeks getting a little pink.

He wraps an arm around your waist and brings your hand into an embrace with his free one. Lacing your fingers together at shoulder level, doing a classic ballroom dance.

You both spend some time just spinning around in the soaked grass, laughing and kissing each other like nothing in the world has ever existed besides the two of you. <3

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Very pessimistic and emotionally reserved at first. He'd let you know if he was upset and why, but he wouldn't really bother trying to talk it out or find a solution.

But the more serious your relationship became, he was willing to open up to you more, see things on the bright side sometimes, let you help him and be his shoulder to cry on.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I don't think he would, he'd rather focus on you.

And some occasional traveling.

Kids are stressful and cause a lot of anxiety, not something he'd ever find appealing.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Not his strong suit, or preferred love language, but he’s fine with it.

He’s a minimalist decorator, so for receiving gifts, i think he’d prefer food or items that don’t take a lot of space/have a good use.

Like clothes, video games, nail polish, eyeliner, decorations for his frog vivarium, etc...

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Holding your hand under the pillow while he big-spoons you! >>

He's more of a full on cuddler than just a hand-holder. But yeah, he loves to lace your fingers together while lying in bed.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Inside he's freaking out BAD and already feeling sick.

But on the outside, he tries to stay normal and calm so he doesn't worry you.

If you're really badly injured, he'll pick you up right away and bring you to Harvey.

Sits by the hospital bed the entire time and holds your hand. <3

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Def not a prankster, I feel like Abi and Sam are the prankster types, so he's grown to be very annoyed with it lol.

He has a more sarcastic, quick wit sense of humor.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Neck kisses!! He thinks they're really hot, and likes seeing you get flustered by them.

Cheek and lip kisses tie for second. Cute n sweet.

Bunny kisses!!! omg!

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Quality time and acts of service.

Quality time may not sound right because he always talks about how he likes a lot of alone time. But that's exactly why I think it is one of his major love languages.

You two have a deep, special, unique connection. And that translates to him actually wanting to spend lots of time with you, unlike his friends and family.

And acts of service just because it feels like the opposite of words of affirmation (showing vs telling).

And since he's def not much of a talker, he likes to tell you he loves you with actions.

Like: feeding the pets, cleaning up around the house & farm while your gone, grocery shopping or cooking when you're too busy, etc...

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The night you met him on the dock while it was raining.

It's an uneventful memory, but it was the day his feelings for you were solidified.

He loves looking back on how intimate the moment was, just talking and joking and getting to know each other more.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Waking up to divorce papers on the table...

I think it would (obviously) completely destroy him, make him lose any hope on love, leaving the valley, moving from his family...

The last thing he'd ever want to do is to go back to being a depressed introvert who lives in his mothers basement.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

His frog obsession, ofc.

Totally rambles about frogs and general amphibian facts.

Super cute though.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Babe, baby, beautiful, ducky, bunny.

Tadpole (tell me i’m wrong).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Sitting in his lap while he works! >>

Being lazy around the house and just cuddling n talking to each other.

He LOVES listening to you talk.

His favorite thing though: rides out of town on his motorcycle. Maybe having a picnic on the cliff once you get there!

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Молчат Дома - Клетка

Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse

Cage The Elephant - Come A Little Closer

Galaxie 500 - Strange

Heavy on Молчат Дома tho. If he were 18-25 in the 2020's, he'd soo be a Russian doomer music enjoyer.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Completely open, I don't think he'd really have any secrets anyway?

He trusts you completely.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

That completely depends on you. He would genuinely be too nervous to ever tell you if he had a crush on you.

He’d drop hints, and you could probably easily tell by his body language and attitude change when you’re around, but he’d never be too bold or say it outright just incase you didn’t like him.

Kinda unrelated but your dynamic would def be “you fell first, he fell harder.”

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

A little awkward at first, but he tries his best. He gets better at knowing how to comfort you the longer you’re together.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

His programming talents! He loves telling you about it.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He's a little nervous about you going in the mines and fighting, but he trusts that you know what you're doing.

He probably wouldn't fight with you though. (unless it was to save you ofc)

He just doesn't have it in him to kill something.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Actually very well.

Since he's more a listener and observer, he's obviously picked up quickly on how to read you.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Absolutely takes you to the cliff where you shared your first kiss.

Takes you completely by surprise too, drops exactly 0 hints beforehand that he was about to propose.

Definitely cries when you say yes ahhhh!!

Picks you up and spins you around while kissing you all over.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Night walks, watching his frogs in their vivarium, running errands in the morning, a cigarette after a stressful day, Friday nights at the saloon with Sam & Abi, listening to the radio while he works, sitting alone at the end of the dock, motorcycle rides, daydreaming before bed, morning showers with you, cuddling while a record or tv show plays in the background.

#sdv #sdv sebastian #sdv fluff #sdv x reader #sdv sebastian fluff #sdv sebastian x reader #x reader #fluff alphabet #fluff #stardew valley fluff #stardew valley x reader

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nicklesbam · 1 year

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Hello, could you possibly do a sam carpenter x fem reader where the reader had a nightmare about sam being the killer and then the reader like wakes up like panicked and shaking and it wakes sam up and sam comforts her? If not then it’s totally fine!!🫶🫶

of course

Y/n was walking down town when she heard her phone ring. She checked to see who it was but the number was anonymous. She debated if she should answer the call but decided to do so in case it was one of her friends

"Hello?" She spoke with a soft voice. She heard breathing on the other side of the line. She almost hung up thinking it was a prank call

"Hello y/n" a deep voice spoke. She started to get nervous

"Do I know you?" She kept her composure tight. She started walking down an alley to get to her shared apartment with her girlfriend and their friends

"Oh you have no idea. How's that girlfriend of yours?" Y/n froze on the spot, her breath caught in her throat

"If this is a prank it's seriously not funny asshole" she tried to speak confidently but her voice started to tremble

"I know its not. I want to see what your insides look like" the deep voice spoke maliciously. Y/n started frantically looking around her

"I'm serious! I'm hanging up" she went to press the button before she heard rumbling behind her. She quickly turned to be met with nothing

"You hang up and I'll gut you like a fish!" The deep voice sounded angry and out of patience. Y/n's breath started to speed up

"What the hell do you want from me?" She spoke in fear

"I told you, I want to see" she started hearing the voice behind her, "What your insides look like!" She turned quickly to be met with a Ghostface mask. Y/n tried to turn away and run but the killer caught her arm before she could

The killer revealed their knife in their hand, ready to stab. Y/n knee'd the person in their stomach and as they lurched over y/n tried to make a break for it. It wasn't too long before the killer caught up to her and knocked her to the ground. Y/n looked into the masks eyes in terror that this might be her last day on earth

The killer grabbed the bottom of their mask and lifted it. Their face was uncovered and it was Sam

"Sam!? Why are you doing this!? Please let me go!" Y/n pleaded with tears in her eyes. Sam smirked down at her girlfriend

"Sorry baby, it's time for you to go" Sam spoke with amusement in her voice. Sam pulled the knife back with both hands and the knife cam hurling forward

Y/n woke up with heavy breathing. She quickly removed the blankets from herself and huddled her feet towards her chest. Y/n started crying from fear, she couldn't think about anything else in that moment

Sam blinked her eyes quickly. She heard y/n's sobs and immediately sat up

"Y/n?" Sam asked still groggy. Y/n flinched when she heard Sam's voice, "honey are you ok?" Sam tried to move her hand to y/n's arm but y/n flinched away and looked up to Sam with fear and guilt in her eyes

"Hey, hey. Baby it's alright, it's ok. You're fine. I got you, you're ok" Sam came closer and rested her hands on each side of y/n's face. Y/n couldn't move. Sam moved to lay behind her and pulled her into her chest while wrapping her arms around her

"You're safe, I promise" Sam spoke while lightly playing with her scalp soothing y/n. Y/n clung to Sam's arm on her stomach. After a minute y/n had calmed down

"Are you ok?" Sam asked softly. Y/n didn't say a thing. Sam became increasingly worried

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asked. Y/n pondered on whether or not to tell her that she had a dream where the love of her life killed her. Ultimately she decided to or else she wouldn't be able to look at Sam

Y/n softly removed Sam's hands and turned to face her

"I- um had a dream where you were the... k-killer and you went after me" y/n admitted. She could see the hurt and guilt in her eyes. Sam always wanted to protect y/n against the hate Sam got for woodsboro but she couldn't stop it all. Too many people online talk about it for it not to pop up anywhere on your social media

"I would never hurt you y/n. I just want to keep you safe. I'm sorry you got involved in all of this, I never meant for this to happen" Sam apologized. Y/n had a sorrowful look on her face

"It's not your fault Sam. People are just assholes and completely oblivious. You almost died and now you're getting blamed for it. You have nothing to apologize for to me" y/n spoke softly and held Sam's hands. Sam smiled softly at the reader

"As long as you're wiry me I will keep you safe and I would rather it be me than you. I could never lose you y/n" she spoke honestly. Y/n smiled softly. She laid back down on Sam's stomach

"I'm sorry for waking you up" y/n mumbled. Sam huffed a smile

"It's ok, wake me up anytime you need" Sam bent down and placed a kiss on the top of their head

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nox140497 · 9 months

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Being Colby Brocks Baby Sister Headcanons

Prompt: No.

Request: - Yes.

Summery/ Request: Can you do Colby Brock x adopted 13 year old sister reader (she is half South African and half Brazilian and has tan skin) with ADHD headcannons and has similar personality to Rory keaner from Mbav and Richie Tozier from IT 2017 and she's very very sassy and and when Colby is running after her when she runs away she runs faster than a cheetah and is hyper and can roast people + humbles people like how north west does to Kim K and when Colby or everyone yells at her for doing something she tries not to laugh and stays chill and calm and she's fearless and brave and when Colby and sam + his friends when they're at the haunted house and they tell her to do something embarrassing she does it + how his friends (sam,Tara,jake,Corey, johnnie and brennen) + Colby would react to her and think of her.

Pairings: Big brother Colby Brock x little sister reader

Author's Note: This didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm not completely happy with how this one ended up, but here you go. Also, so I messed up a bit and can't find the original ask, and I can't remember who sent it, but here you go. Thank you for the request. I hope you like it

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Colby's always been the baby of the family.So when his parents decided to adopt a 13 year old girl, he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

But as soon as he met her, he knew she was going to bring a lot of energy and sass into their lives.

The girl's name was Y/N, and she was half South African and half Brazilian. She had tan skin, curly dark hair, and big brown eyes that were always filled with mischief.

Colby (and later his ftiends too) was very interested in learning about her heritage and all of the different traditions that went with it.

Y/N had been diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, and it was clear that she had a similar personality to both Rory Keaner from 'My Babysitter's a Vampire' and Richie Tozier from 'IT 2017'. She was sassy, hyper, and had a knack for roasting people with her quick wit. She was also quick to put you in your place if you were being stupid or mean.

She often used this to defend her new big brother from people who tried to bully him.

Y/N was fearless and brave, never afraid to speak her mind or try new things. And she was also incredibly fast. Whenever Colby tried to catch her when she ran away, she would sprint faster than a cheetah, always managing to stay one step ahead of him.

Once she started going on adventures with him and Sam he had to chase her down alot...

But despite her wild and energetic nature, Y/N had a kind heart and always humbled people with her words, just like North West does to her famous mother, Kim Kardashian.

Colby's friends were apprehensive about her at first, not really sure what to make of her.

Sam, I feel, would be the first to warm up to her. Also, he likes the fact that she causes Colby almost the same amount of chaos as what Colby causes him...

I feel like Jake would get along the best with her when he's warmed up to her. The reason for this is I think their hyper energies would just compliment one another, and they'd love paying pranks on each other and the others... Mostly Colby...

Tara loves her, too. She likes how honest and witty she is.

Johnnie gets along with Jake so I'm sure he'd get along with her as well.

Corey likes to play pranks on everyone with her. She comes up with the BEST prank ideas. She's also a pretty good dancer, so he likes to dance with her.

Brennen gets along with her. He thinks she can be a little childish sometimes, but hey, she's 13.

All in all they were all eventually rather taken with her. They loved her sassy attitude and her fearless nature. They were also impressed by her ability to stay calm and chill, even when someone was yelling at her for doing something mischievous.

Colby says he sometimes thinks that they like her better than they like him.

One day, Colby and Sam decided to go to a haunted house and take Y/N with them as well as taking a few other friends. Y/N, of course, was ecstatic about the idea and couldn't wait to explore the spooky place. As they walked through the dark corridors, their friends dared Y/N to do something embarrassing. Without hesitation, she accepted the challenge and did it with confidence and sass.

Colby and his friends couldn't help but laugh at Y/N's fearlessness and her ability to always stay true to herself. They admired her for being unapologetically herself and never letting anyone dull her shine.

Y/N had quickly become a beloved member of their group, and they couldn't imagine their lives without her.

As for Colby, he was grateful to have Y/N as his adopted sister. She had brought a whole new level of fun and excitement into his life, and he couldn't wait to see what adventures they would embark on together in the future.

Y/N was not only his sister but also his best friend, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#colby brock x y/n #colby brock #sam and colby #xplr #colby brock x sister reader

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brawlina · 4 months

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Hi, uhm.. erm.... so about the headcanon posts... mind doing one for Edgar? 👉👈

I've already made a post about Edgar here, but there is always more to talk about!

Edgar and the Assassins

Other Assassins

Mortis - On one hand, Edgar thinks Mortis' style, place, and undead status is really cool. On the other, he thinks that Mortis is too dramatic and annoying at times. He's friendly with him, but part of that is so he can chat with Emz more easily.

Crow - Edgar made fun of his voice once and Crow hasn't let it go since. Crow usually snubs him if theyre not in a team situation, and that suits Edgar just fine. Though they still encounter each other a lot because of Bibi.

Leon - Leon tries to act cool, but Edgar can see right through it and laughs at his attempts. In return Leon likes to annoy the hell out of him with pranks and stuff. It's like they gained an annoying older/younger brother and they both hate it and find it kind of funny.

Stu - Cool guy. He didn't have any problems with Stu before, but has warmed up considerable to him since the Bad Randoms debuted. They can bond over assassin things and drums. He just hates it when Stu drops off Bonnie with him.

Buzz - Also a cool guy. A bit too energetic for his tastes, but he respects Buzz's creativity and commitment a lot. He also likes him cause he started the Bad Randoms.

Fang - Neither of them are sure when it started, but they somehow turned into friendly rivals. They both respect each other, their jobs, and their fighting style, but also think that the other is stupid a lot.

Sam - Sam triggers weird parental feelings in Edgar. Belle is somewhat maternal to him and so Sam followed her lead, but he still doesnt know how to process Belle let alone him. He is fun to spar with at least.

Cordelius - Edgar is lowkey afraid of Cordelius. The way he talks about Mushrooms somehow feels creepier than Colette's craziest fangirl rants. He's cordial to him, only because of Lily.

Mico - Very irritating. Mico taunted Edgar the first time they met and Edgar is not over it. He also thinks that Mico is what Buzz would have been like if you removed everything cool about Buzz.

Melodie - He hates what she represents more than the girl herself. He just cant stand K-Pop. While she can be a bit annoying, it feels a lot more tolerable than Mortis' or god-forbid Mico's shenanigans.

Lily - Despite not liking Cordelius, he enjoys Lily's company. He likes talking to her and she does respond, even if its a bit clunky since she cant talk.

#brawl stars #brawl stars headcanons #brawl stars edgar #i would do the others but that would take forever so its just the assassins for now

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runawrites-blog · 9 months

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Until The Break Of Dawn Ch. 6 (Josh Washington x Reader)

Summary: You and Mike venture into the mines to try and find Josh, meeting Sam on the way. But your way back out is harder than your way into the mines. (Female Reader) Warnings: Talk of Mental Health. Mild Violence (Mike slapping Josh like in the game). Mentions of the Twins' Death. Wendigos. Specific warnings will be posted in the notes of each chapter. No Y/N, Petnames (Honey) Author's Note: You can find the previous chapter here. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49644949/chapters/125305396#workskin

“I have to go look for Josh.”

“That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard.” Emily shook her head at you as you paced the surveillance room in the basement. “And I’ve dated Mike so the expectations are pretty high on that front.”

Ashley looked up in uncertainty. “If that old man is right, Josh is probably already dead. You shouldn’t risk your life and go down there.”

“Maybe it’s not the worst idea.” Mike mused and looked up at you. “You could go find Josh and I could come to look for both Jess and Matt.”

“See?”

Emily eyed you for a few seconds. “It’s still a terrible idea.”

“I’m his girlfriend, Emily. We’ve been friends since we were children and we promised to always be there for each other. I can’t leave him.” You argued but when she still looked unconvinced you sighed miserably, deciding to tell her the truth. “Listen, I promised him that I would keep him safe and I left to check on you. I left him in that barn all alone and now one of these Wendigos took him down to the mines. I have to look for him.”

“Besides, he is probably the one that has the key to the cable car.” Sam argued, crossing her arms and looking at Emily. “If anything you should be happy that she and Mike are going to get it, so we can finally get off this mountain.”

After a few seconds of silence, Emily nodded. “We will wait here for you. Just be careful. I’ve seen horrible things in these mines and-- and you’re my friends. I want you to be safe.”

“Yes, please be careful.” Ashley pleaded, looking at you in fear. “What do we do if you two don’t come back with the key?”

“According to Emily, someone will come for us at dawn.”

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The old Sanatorium was terrifying but thankfully you had Mike by your side, so you weren’t alone. After he had acquired a gun and you had found a torch, the two of you had started making your way toward the mines. You had assumed you would only encounter the Wendigos in the mines but the screeches sounding from the basement floors proved you wrong.

“Did you hear that, Mike?”

“Hard to overhear it.”

“I thought they were only in the mines.” You whispered in fear, clutching the torch to your hand. “I thought this route would be safer.”

Mike nodded along to your words but kept going nonetheless. “Same here but the tunnel was safer than walking around outside, at the very least. If you’re too scared, you can go back to the safe room.”

“I am scared. Fuck, I’m downright terrified, but I have to save Josh.” You explained, feeling a little bit more encouraged as you remembered why you were going to the mines. “I can’t leave him down there.”

“You’re a wonderful girlfriend, you know that?” Mike commented as he began descending, lowering himself to the basement through a hole in the ground. “After everything that happened tonight, that he did to us and you, you still risk your life to save him.”

“I am in no way defending his actions. If anything they really hurt me, too. But he planned a prank and nothing more. Granted it was a fucked up prank but he never meant for anyone to get hurt. The fact that there are Wendigos around isn’t his fault and he doesn’t deserve to be taken by them.” You argued softly, sitting down at the edge of the hole to lower yourself down after Mike, giving him a small smile when he reached up to help you down. “Thanks, Mike.”

Mike drew back after helping you down and nodded in the direction of the steel door behind him. “Before we go in there, just know that your father would be proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mike. You’re an amazing boyfriend for going back down there to rescue Jess.” You smiled softly and gripped your torch tightly. “Let’s go.”

“Here goes nothing.”

To your surprise, you weren’t attacked upon entering the next room. Though Wendigos kept screeching at you and trying to get to you, they weren’t able to reach you because they were locked up in iron-barred cells -- presumably by the man with the flamethrower. You and Mike ventured through the room, keeping close to each other and as far away from the Wendigos as possible.

But your luck ran out mere seconds later because not all Wendigos were locked up. One of them burst through the door you had just come through, screeching at you and immediately taking up chase. The two of you booked it down the hall and ended up at a large metal door.

“What do we do now, Mike?”

“Help me get the door open.”

You did as he had told you, slamming yourself against the door but not being able to get it open. All the door did was budge a millimeter at a time but never opened up completely. Things went from bad to worse when the Wendigo caught up with you and jumped at the two of you. You screamed and pushed at the door while Mike shot at the Wendigo, sending it flying backward. But the old man had made it clear that bullets couldn’t kill them and he was proven right when the creature got back up from the ground to once more lurched at the two of you.

That’s when you spotted what looked like a barrel of oil between you two and the Wendigo. And you remembered that the man had said fire could harm them, so you quickly grabbed Mike’s shoulder to get his attention. But Mike had already thought of that idea himself and shot at a nearby barrel. The whole thing blew up, dozing the room and the Wendigo in flames. It screeched at being burned and you two just so managed to get the door open before the flames reached out, tumbling out into the snow. You pushed yourself up to look at Mike who was already getting back to his feet and offering you a helping hand. As you took it and got back to your feet, you couldn’t help but laugh a little at how wrong you had been about thinking there were no Wendigos in the Sanatorium. Mike gave you a questioning look at your laughter.

“I guess the Sanatorium wasn’t exactly a safe way to go.”

“You’re right about that.” Mike mumbled in amusement before he froze. “Fuck, one of them isn’t dead and it’s coming right at you.”

You looked back at the doors and saw a Wendigo that was now dozed in flames coming for the two of you. Without thinking, you grabbed Mike’s arm and pulled him after you, yelling at him to run. And Mike didn’t have to be told twice.

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You were incredibly thankful that Sam had followed you and Mike. Because when you two stumbled through a door into the mines, a Wendigo in hot pursuit, you hadn’t expected to get out of that situation alive and mostly unharmed. But Sam had been there to hit the creature with a metal pipe, sending its head flying across the floor. As you got up to your feet, Mike was already asking why Sam had followed and where everyone else was.

“We realized that the old man kept Wendigos locked up at the Sanatorium and wanted to warn you. But according to the burning Sanatorium, you’ve already found out.” Sam explained before looking around. “Ashley, Chris, and Emily went back to the cabin when we came to a wall that was hard to climb. Luckily, I have rock climbing experience.”

“Thanks.” Mike said before looking at the mines that lay behind Sam. “We should get going. We have quite some space to cover.”

“Exactly.”

Together with Sam and Mike, you proceeded through muddy water and claustrophobic tunnels. The screeching of the Wendigos was deafening in the caves, echoing through them and making you cling to the metal pipe you had picked up, ready to fight against an ambush at every turn. You kept going for a while before Mike suddenly stopped, nearly causing you and Sam to run into him.

“I hear something.”

Both you and Sam listened and against all the other noises in the mines, you heard someone talking. It sounded like Josh but Sam had warned you during your exploration of the mines that Wendigos could mimic voices, so you were careful when you peered through the wooden planks to your left. But you felt the tight feeling of worry and fear in your chest lighten when you saw that it was indeed Josh.

Mike quickly busted the door open and all of you hurried over. Josh looked horrible, bruised, and terrified, mumbling to himself and begging someone to leave him alone. You approached him and moved closer in careful steps, not wanting to startle him.

“Josh, it’s me. Sam, Mike, and I came to get you home. We’ll get you out of here, I promise.”

“No!” He sobbed out, backing away from you with terrified eyes. “You’re not real. No one came to get me. I’m alone -- all alone. You are not real!”

“He’s in it too deep.” Sam warned. “He doesn’t believe it’s us. What do we do?”

Before you could make a suggestion Mike took the initiative, slapping Josh across the face. You were about to go off at Mike for hitting Josh but then you saw that your boyfriend actually snapped out of his daze and focused on the three of you. He blinked a few times, his eyes finding yours and then he moved in to embrace you, holding you tightly as he began to cry.

“You are real.” He whispered through tears. “You came for me! After-- after everything I’ve done you came for me. I am so sorry.”

“I would never leave you behind.” You reassured Josh, holding him tightly. “We will get you out of here. I promise.”

Sam interrupted you two when another screech echoed through the caves. “Josh, do you have the key to the cable car?”

“Yes, I do.” He whispered and pulled away from your embrace to hand it to Sam before grabbing onto your biceps and holding on tightly. “Don’t leave me, Honey.”

“Never.”

“Josh, Hannah was down here.” Sam whispered in horror, staring at Josh with fearful eyes. “For weeks or months or--”

“Sam.”

You interrupted her, not wanting her to tell Josh about the gruesome way Hannah must have died or about how she might have become a Wendigo, too. He was not in the right state of mind to hear this news and what mattered more was getting everyone to safety.

“We will get you out of here.” Mike promised firmly before looking around. “I’m just wondering what the best way to go is.”

Sam looked up at the slope Josh had been standing next to. “This is the direct way out but no offense, I doubt we could all get up there. I go mountain climbing on a regular basis and I’ve forced your girlfriend to come along a few times, Josh, but I don’t know if you and Mike can get up there.”

“You should go up there and get to the lodge.” Mike suggested. “We’ll keep going and find another way. Get them to the cable car and we’ll meet you there.”

“We’ll try to find Matt and Jess along our way.”

And so you went on with Josh and Mike while Sam started to climb the slope. Mike was leading the way and you walked after him, Josh clinging to your arm in fear. You understood his fear because the mines were truly a terrifying place. As you went on, Mike kept calling out to Jess and Matt but no one answered. Josh kept close to you, trying to quietly reassure himself that he’d be fine.

“Josh, I will get you home.” You promised him once more, bringing a hand to where his was placed on your arm. “I’ll make sure to stay by your side.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, leaning closer to you. “I’m so fucking sorry, Honey. I am such-- I can’t even begin to describe how terrible I feel for what I put all of you through and for what I put you through.”

“Just please-- Just don’t do anything like that again, please.”

“You haven’t forgiven me, have you?”

“It’s hard. Of course, I don’t blame you for this whole Wendigo situation but you knew what happened to my father, you knew more than anyone else how horrible it was for me and you still thought it would be a good idea to prank me by making me think you disappeared.” You explained, still keeping your hand on his. “But I still love you and-- and I want you to be safe.”

“I love you.” Josh mumbled, looking back at you. “What can I do to make you forgive me?”

“Just give me time.”

Josh looked at you for a few more seconds before nodding and lowering his gaze. Mike stopped in front of you and when you looked up you once more saw the water you had waited through earlier. You went in after Mike and held out a hand to Josh, watching as he hesitantly got in, as well. He kept his hand firmly in yours as he kept walking after you and Mike.

Suddenly, Mike screamed and was pulled under the water. And before you could look for him a Wendigo popped up, making you freeze in shock. It raised its hand to grab at you but Josh quickly pulled you backward and behind himself, protecting you despite his own fear.

“Get back! You’re not real!”

You looked on in horror as the Wendigo reached for Josh and when you saw the butterfly on its upper right arm you knew it was Hannah. Sam had mentioned to you and Josh that she had been down here for months. Now your fear that she had turned into a Wendigo had been confirmed. Josh seemed to realize that this creature was his sister, as well.

“Hannah?”

The Wendigo screeched and grabbed him by the throat, starting to drag him away. You saw Mike slowly moving to hide behind a rock but you didn’t have the time to ask for his help, so you grabbed Josh’s hand tightly, holding onto him.

“Let go of him!”

The screech the creature emitted was deafening and it almost made you let go but you kept holding on. She then tried to get you away from Josh, lashing out and slashing her sharp claws across your left arm, making you let go in pain. Blood started seeping out from underneath your jacket and sweater, running down your arms and you were horrified by how much damage these creatures’ claws could do. But you tried your best to work through your pain because Josh was in danger.

You still had the metal pipe from earlier and you did the only thing you could think of and hit the Wendigo with it. Guilt washed over you because you knew this creature was Hannah, your friend, the poor woman who had been trapped down here and turned into this creature. But you had to save Josh. You knew how much the twins had loved their brother, so you reasoned that saving him was what they would have wanted.

She let Josh go and you pulled him back, quickly retreating through the water and making sure he was behind you. When you reached the other end of the pond the Wendigo had recovered from the shock of being hit and was once more approaching you. Josh climbed out of the water and grabbed you from underneath your arms, pulling you out and away from the creature. The two of you ran before you could even see if the Wendigo was following you.

You felt terrible for leaving without Mike but when you realized that the creature was indeed following you rather than staying and looking for him, you felt a little less guilty. Mike had managed to hide while you had been attacked and while you didn’t blame him, you also knew he’d understand that you were also too terrified to go back and get him. Besides, you were luring the Wendigo away, giving Mike ample opportunity to get out some other way. You knew for a fact that the ladder you had used to get out before was close by and you were certain he’d find it.

Josh had your hand tightly in his, pulling you along as he ran through the tunnel and when you came to a fork in the caves you told him to go left, toward the metal door you had come through with Mike earlier.

Once there, Josh pushed you through the door and slammed it shut behind the two of you. The Wendigo scratched at the door and Josh grabbed you by the arms, turning his body so it was between you and the door. The scratching stopped eventually and you heard her retreat back into the mines. Josh breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly and bursting into tears.

“That was Hannah.”

You embraced him, holding his head to your shoulder where he quickly buried his face. “I am so sorry, Josh. That is a terrible fate.”

“I just left her there.”

“There was nothing you could have done.” You whispered in earnest. “She is no longer human and you would have only endangered yourself had you attempted to get her out with us.”

“I abandoned them.”

“You didn’t abandon them. Josh, they aren’t angry at you. Your sisters loved you so endlessly.” You promised, holding him tightly. “The last thing either of them would have wanted would have been for you to end up hurt. They aren’t angry at you.”

“You sound like our old guidance counselor.”

You sighed at his words, squeezing him tighter. “It’s what my old therapist told me when I told him about how guilty I felt for never finding my father. He told me my father loved me so much and that he wouldn’t have wanted me to feel bad. He said my father was not angry at me. And I know that the same goes for your sisters. Josh, they loved you so much. They aren’t angry at you.”

“Are you sure?”

“They would be beyond happy that you escaped.”

Josh was quiet for a few seconds before he released a deep breath. “Is there-- Is there nothing we can do?”

“Maybe once we’re back to safety we can find someone to go into the mines and look for her.” You mused, rubbing Josh’s back soothingly. “Maybe there is a way to help her or-- or get her back to her old self or something. But for now, we have to get down this mountain and get help because we can’t do that alone.”

Josh drew back from your embrace, still looking terrified and devastated. But when his eyes flicked to the blood still running down your arm he seemed to snap out of it, quickly taking it into his hands to examine it. “Fuck, Honey, that looks painful.”

“It is.” You mumbled, biting your lip as he moved your arm and pain started coursing through you once more. “It just-- It’s bleeding a lot.”

Josh thought for a few seconds before reaching out to unwrap his scarf from your neck. You watched as he started to wrap it around your arm, pulling it tight to stop the bleeding, and hissed in pain, the pressure sending jolts of pain through your body. But you knew that it had to be done.

“Almost done.” Josh promised under his breath, tying the scarf into a tight knot. “Sorry. I’m so sorry for causing you pain.”

“No, you-- you had to. Thank you, Josh.”

“Not just the arm.” He mumbled, averting his eyes for a second before forcing himself to look at you. “I can’t believe that after everything I did tonight, you-- you still came looking for me. It feels so-- so unreal.”

You shook your head and reached out to touch his cheek, trying to assure him that you two had really escaped the mines. “It is real, Josh. I would never leave you behind, Sweetheart.”

“You-- You called me ‘sweetheart’ again. Are you-- Does that mean you’ve forgiven me?” Josh asked and looked up at you in uncertainty. “You really don’t have to.”

“I did.” You nodded and took his hand into both of yours. “You saved me. You got in the way of a literal Wendigo to protect me. And when she had you in her grasp, I just-- I thought I’d lose you and I realized that I can’t live without you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

With that, Josh pulled away from your grasp and placed both of his hands on your cheeks before leaning in to kiss you. He was slow at first, giving you the opportunity to pull away before he could place his lips on yours but you wanted nothing more than to feel him again, so you closed the space between you two. Josh breathed a sigh of relief and you wrapped your arms around his middle, deepening the kiss for a small moment before pulling back.

“We need to keep going, Josh.”

“I know.” He said and extended a hand toward yours which you gladly took, making him look back at you in worry. “Your hands are freezing. You look really cold.”

“We are drenched in cold water in these temperatures. I am so cold.”

“I’m sorry that I don’t have a way to warm you up.” Josh said mournfully as he looked down his body. “I left my vest at the lodge.”

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault. At least I had your scarf up until now. It really helped with the cold and to keep me calm when I was in the mines before.” You explained, grabbing his hand once more to pull him down the mountain after you. “It smells like you.”

“You were down there before?”

“I fell down there while looking for you after I thought you’d disappeared.”

“I am so sorry.” Josh whispered, tears brimming in his eyes. “You were down there because of my prank. I am so fucking sorry, Honey.”

“Josh, you risked your life for me. I’ve forgiven you. Just don’t ever do something like that again, please.”

“Never.”

#fanfiction #textpost #writing #until dawn x reader #until dawn imagine #josh until dawn #until dawn josh #until dawn #josh washington x reader #josh washington imagine #josh washington #no y/n #my writing

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p0ttersglasses · 2 years

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TikTok challenge | Colby Brock x reader

Notes: the reader has seen so many TikTok videos of girlfriends pranking their boyfriends that they have an imaginary friend in the car with them. She thought it would be a funny prank on Colby, after not really posting for a while.

Warnings: not really? Maybe some light cussing, but really just a funny little prank.

Word count: ( 0.6 k)

While being in your last semester of college as a 22 year old, you never really have any time to post on your TikTok’s or instagram, or YouTube in general. Your friends understand, and are super proud of you for finishing up the last semester, and your fans understand. So, today you have been scrolling on TikTok, and decided to post the challenge where girlfriends prank their boyfriends about their imaginary friend in their car, to see their reaction.

While you and Colby finished getting the bags into the back of the car, you got into your driver seat ( you drove a wrangler ), while Colby sat in the passenger seat, taking a sip of the water he got, noticing your phone was on TikTok.

“You posting a video, hun?” He asked looking back towards you and the camera. You nodded, while taking out some of the valentine day chocolate that was in your bag.

“Hello everyone! Since I haven’t posted in a really long time, I have decided to show you guys some things that I like to bake for Valentine’s Day!” You said while holding onto the chocolate bag, and looking back into the back seat, making Colby think you had forgot something earlier, but didn’t really mind and kept texting Sam.

“I like to bake these cute little cookies, with chocolate Hersey kisses in the middle,” stopping mid sentence, you turned to the back and had a stern look on your face.

“Would you stop kicking my seat!” You said a little annoyed as Colby instantly out his phone down and looked between you and the backseat, a little creeped out. You loved this challenge, now you just got to hope you don’t blow your cover.

“Babe,” he started off saying, “no one is there.. you okay?” You looked at him, while looking back one more time. “I’m fine, she just needs to stop harassing me.” You said while pointing to the back. He had a confused look on his face. He was probably concerned for your safety, since after all they do weird videos about ghost hunting sometimes.

“Anyways, but the thing that I like to do with the chocolate -,” acting like you were getting pulled into the back seat, you started to act like you tried your hardest to pull off, which was a second later, while muttering bitch.

Colby was not having it now.

“Y/n! There is no one there! You haven’t been on a exploring video with us for a while so no one can be haunting you!” You huffed and looked at him, just wanting to finish your video. You thought that right here was where you were going to blow it.

“Colbs! Someone is there!” You said while facing him and pointing to “your imaginary friend.” “Her name is Mallory!”

“There’s no one there!” He said while holding out his phone, with Sam’s name already being typed into the phone, ready to be called.

“Mallory! Stop!” You said while standing your ground, pretending to be taking to the back, Colby was so scared and confused that he pulled you back to your seat and looked towards “Mallory.”

“You better stop playing with Y/n.” He said while calling Sam, as Sam picked up on the second ring you started laughing making them both confused.

“What?” Colby asked while Sam was listening. “Babe… it’s a prank, I’m sorry.” You said while laughing and turning off the video. You saved it and looked towards Colby.

“I’ll call you back,” he said to Sam and you looked at him.

“What the hell was that! You had me worried for a second.” He said making you pout and hold his arm.

“It’s a prank going on TikTok where people pretend to have a imaginary friend, and I decided to do it on you. I’m sorry,” you said while you leaned in to kiss his check, he out his phone down.

“Your on.” Oh lord, he was going to prank you back, now. You love him so much,

#colby brock #samandcolbyrequests requests colbybrock golbach #x reader #tiktok #prank war #too funny

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You know thinking magic sam since he more weird and he actually doing some weird shit. I am thinking how he actually make nest soldiers like kind weird out around sam and the soldier named fig (I no want make some stereotypes 'Spanish peoples belive supernatural but unfortunately he giving that vibe by saying how good aligator meet and he kind praying so.. 🤷‍♀️)

Fig will be the first one that feel sam is a wizard/witch/ brujo and well he is some kind descendants of psychic (they different from magic user) and well fig actually scare with sam, it's very visible because you know magic user reputation. And when Lennox asked why fig look worry and even scare with sam , fig just answer that sam is young yet brave and he bff with bots so he no want make bots angry at him but the truth is sam realise fig know he is a magic user San threats fig if open his mouth he will voodoo shit him.

But what make nest soldiers give sam puzzled look and weird out by him that the fact when fig bring aligator meat, eeps trying prank him but sam just eating it and saying he need put receipts in his list And then showing he eats coconut worms that still alive, it make nest soldiers puke.

Or when sam scolded mearing to seeing Autobots and all cybertron peoples as sentient being and not 'weapon' just because Autobots made from metal and have high technology, didn't meant they are soulless and human are higher and via verse. sam saying it like from experience.

I don't know if you've watch saiki K. but I too imagine other people with magic or magic adject perceiving abilities sense a more ancient, larger or more supressing force but struggling to actually connect that sensation and knowledge your in the presence of something more powerful then you yet its connected to the human equivalent of a ferret

#magic sam

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ameliassecrets · 2 years

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Our beds (S.R.)

Summary: Being comfortable in your own room has always been a priority to you as an Avenger. You need to have a place to feel safe - but after years of teaching Steve just how to master that, what happens when you realise that perhaps you hadn't mastered it yourself. What if being comfortable didn't only come from a place but rather a person to share it with?

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.4 k

A/N: So.. I had this idea and went totally overboard with it. Kind of unsure about whether or not I want to write a part 2 to this. Feel free to comment if you do, and as always feedback is appreciated.

Warings: hints at ptsd / brief mentions of self harm (no suicidal thoughts though) caused by a panic attack

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Ever since being pulled out of the ice Steve had felt quite out of place. He had felt as if he had been stripped of his home and thrown into the modern world with no one to help him. The reality of his fate hitting him like plummeting into the ice all over again. He didn’t have a home, friends or family anymore. Neither did he have Peggy. It was all gone, leaving him behind to fend for himself.

At least that was until he met you. In the beginning Steve had taken a liking to you on a professional basis – you had joined the Avengers and valued the same work morals he did. You were always on time and worked according to plan, following his orders diligently when you were on a mission. Needless to say with how well you two worked together, soon enough a friendship started to blossom between the two of you.

Bucky wasn’t back in the picture back then and with his best friend missing Steve found himself longing for a person he could just be himself with. A person who he could openly talk to, without having to feel ashamed or judged. It just so happened that he found that person in you.

It all started when you introduced him to modern society, teaching him how to use several electronic devices, such as the TV, catching him up to what has happened over the last 70 years and basically making him a functioning part of today’s society. It was almost a given fact that he would have questions along the way, but that only made it easier later on to simply voice his thoughts around you rather than keeping quiet.

You played a huge part in making him the man he now was. You helped him settle in and feel more and more at ease with every day. The two of you had grown as close as humanly possible over the past years, leaving no question to the fact that you were truly best friends. Even when Bucky joined the Avengers your friendship stayed the same, proving your fears of the dynamic of your friendship maybe shifting wrong.

You were a constant in Steve’s life by now. The two of you gave each other a feeling of comfort and became each other’s safe spaces rather quickly. But with the two of you becoming closer friends by the minute, your protectiveness over the other grew as well, which proved to be rather difficult when only one of you had to go on a mission while the other had to stay behind. The constant worry and fear of what could happen to the other would drive one of you mad one day you were sure, but for now there was nothing you could do about it.

And that’s exactly the situation Steve currently found himself stuck in. You had been ordered to go on a mission with Sam and Bucky in Greece, to investigate on a lead concerning a HYDRA facility. The three of you had been gone for a good two and a half weeks by now and even Natasha couldn’t keep him calm anymore.

He wanted to see you, to talk to you, to hear your laugh – but he couldn’t. The worst part though was that while you guys were on a mission no one was able to step foot into your rooms as of late. After the last mission where Clint had to leave for Romania, only to return to his entire room being booby trapped by Sam as a prank, Tony had to install a security system to each of your rooms, that couldn’t be overridden by anyone else on the team, just to make sure such an incident wouldn’t occur again.

Usually while you were away Steve would distract himself by going through your bookshelf or your movies ever since you had given him permission to do so, but now he couldn’t do that and he didn’t know what to do with himself. He loved going through your bookshelf, stumbling upon yet another one of your favourite reads, your smell surrounding him as he dove into it's fictional world. You also had one of the most comfortable seats in the corner of the room, that he loved to read in. Your room was by far the most homely place to him nowadays. While the entire Avengers Tower was the epitome of modern times with it’s furniture and all it’s devices, as well as the unrelenting noise from all the people in it, your room was cosy and quiet. It was like an adjusted version of what his home used to look like, only mixed with your very own touches.

Looking around his room and at all the little pieces you had added over the years, he remembers the first time you had been inside his room.

It was a rather cold December morning when Steve had joined you for breakfast in the kitchen, wearing sweatpants and thick wool socks, along with a sweater Tony had given him. You yourself were wearing your usual pj’s consisting of a top and shorts, munching away on some pancakes. Even with it being cold outside, the inside of the tower was nice and warm, contrary to what you would believe from looking at Steve right now.

“Goodness aren’t you dying in that?” you asked him incredulously. You had looked him over from top to bottom and noticed that even with what he was wearing Steve still seemed to shiver.

“Excuse me?” he asked offendedly. “Do you know how cold it gets overnight?” he questioned you.

“Steve, we literally sleep on the same floor.” you remind him. “There’s no way that I can sleep in my pj’s and you’re freezing with all of that on.” You look at him questioningly, waiting for him to explain what is causing him to feel that cold. You know that ever since he got injected the serum he technically can’t get sick, but then why is he freezing like that?

“I’m not freezing”, he tries to argue, “I’m just not feeling too warm. And if anything what I’m wearing would be considered more appropriate for this time of year than what you’re wearing.” he points out, looking you over.

“Okay, fair. But that still doesn’t answer the questions of why you’re freezing-.. sorry, why you’re cold.” you correct after seeing his pointed look.

“Well I don’t know, my room just isn’t that warm I guess.” he explains with a shrug.

“Have you ever checked if your radiator is working properly?” you ask. The look on his face tells you everything you need to know though, he clearly hasn’t. “You know what, let me take a look at it. Perhaps if it’s not working I can help you fix it.” you offer.

That’s how, for the first time ever, you find yourself in Steven Rogers’ room later that day. Taking a look around, you only see a dresser to your left, a shelf a little further into the room to your right side and a bed ahead of yourself. You immediately take notice of the missing touches of any decorations, whether it be pictures, some little plants or anything of the sorts. But what you notice even more is the cold temperature of the room - and his bed.

“Wow, it’s.. neat.” you try to compliment, cringing at the way that sounded. The room is as plain as it can get. It’s as if no one even lived in those four walls.

“I know it’s not much.” he says rather embarrassedly. “I just didn’t have anything to bring with me, given… you know.” You did know. Considering now that he couldn’t bring anything with him since he obviously didn’t pack a load of furniture to fly that jet, it all made a little more sense. “And I’m not entirely sure what to make of it.” he interrupted your thoughts.

“I could help you if you want” you throw over your shoulder, while moving towards the radiator you spotted a little further into the room on the left. You could immediately tell why it was so cold in the room. “There we have it. You know you can’t really expect a radiator to work without turning it on first.” you explain, while turning the knob on the radiator, to turn up the heat in the room. “Now with that problem fixed I think we should talk about the other obvious issue here.”

“What issue?” Steve asked, confused. “Your bed, Steven.” you tell him. When you see him still giving you the same look you elaborate. “I’m not even sure you can call that a bed.. it’s just a mattress with a single pillow and a blanket. It makes me sad to even look at it. It’s no wonder you’re freezing, when your blanket is as thin as a sheet of paper, either.”

He takes a closer look at his bed when he hears you going on about what is wrong with it, but he can’t quite follow your explanation. That was always how his bed looked – during his childhood, throughout the military and still today.

“What’s wrong with my bed? It has everything I need to sleep.” he simply states. “You’re right, it does. But have you ever considered maybe treating yourself to more than the mere necessities?” you question him. He seems to mull your words over in his head. Perhaps he hadn’t.

“Well, how would I do that?” he asks unsurely. “Come on, I’ll show you.” you answered, leading the way to your room.

As soon as he had seen your bed, clad in all sorts of pillows and blankets of every size and shape, he understood. You had helped him make his own bed a little more comfortable, even going as far as to try and knit him a blanket yourself, but he never quite managed to perfect it the way you had with your bed. He has lain in your bed on multiple occasions, to read or watch movies with you, and comparing that feeling to the feeling of his own bed, his just couldn’t measure.

Even with his room now looking a lot more like his own, with an entire corner dedicated to his art – a shelf full of sketch books, a desk with multiple drawers filled with everything one could need to sketch and paint and even an easel. Multiple little plants and pictures of himself and the Avengers - most importantly you - adorning every inch of his room that hadn’t been filled before. He also got a little bookshelf with a few books you had gifted him, after he wouldn’t shut up about how good they were.

Everything just seemed to remind him of you and that didn’t make it easier to not miss you. Looking out of his window he noticed that it was getting dark outside, so he decided he would take a shower and go to bed early today. Maybe you would’ve returned by the time he wakes up.

Getting into the bed Steve takes a glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand, reading 9:24 pm. It takes him a while, but he eventually manages to drift off.

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It’s early in the morning when you’re woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You reach out for your nightstand and pick up the call without even so much as looking at the caller ID.

“Y/N Y/L/N speaking.” you announce to whoever was on the other side of the line.

“Y/N, thank god. Listen you’ve gotta come back.” Tony says. You could hear in his voice that something was off – terribly off, in fact. It sounded like he had been through a really bad mission, but that sadly still wouldn’t give you enough reason to leave here so close before a break-through on your own mission.

“Tony?” you ask, confused as to why he would call you this early. You finally sit up on your bed, taking a look at the time on your phone. 8:16 am – which means it’s 1:16 am for them. “I’m sorry but where are you.. and what happened? Why are you even up right now, isn’t it like 1 am for you?” you voice your thoughts.

“It is, but that’s not important right now. You just have to come back here, it’s about Capsicle.” he answers, his voice heavy with dread.

“Tony, you know I can’t leave right now. Fury’s going to have my head if I compromise our mission this close to it’s end.” you try to argue. “Actually Fury already approved.” Oh shit, that meant it’s something serious, otherwise Fury would’ve never approved. “Nat is currently on the quinjet, she will take over for you, okay? You just take the jet back and be here as soon as you can.” Tony informed you of the arrangement.

“What happened to Steve then?” you dare to ask, while throwing your stuff into your bag. You only pack the essentials though, the others will take the rest of your stuff with them later. “He had a nightmare, landed himself in med bay.” he tells you. He doesn’t have to say more. You have seen Steve having nightmares before, usually about the war, but they never ended with him in the medical ward.

“Alright, how bad is it?” You were now throwing the bag over your shoulder, walking into the living room of your current hide-out.

“Physically – a hell of a concussion and a few broken bones. I’m afraid he’ll be in worse shape emotionally.” Tony tells you, your heart clenching at his admission. “Damn it, Steve.” you whisper to yourself. “Alright, I’m on my way now. See you later.”

You barely bid each other goodbye before Sam speaks up, having noticed the bag hanging from your shoulder. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” he asks, giving you a questioning look.

You turn around to look at him and Bucky, putting on your shoes at the door. “Hey, sorry for waking you, guys." you apologise. "I have to go back, Steve had a nightmare and is now laying in the medical ward.” you inform the both of them.

“What, so Cap has a bad dream and you have to go back?” he asks, obviously confused with the situation.

“No, he had a nightmare and is now laying in the medical ward with a serious concussion and multiple broken bones. Natasha is going to take my place, Fury’s orders.” At that last part they both visibly straightened, the severity of the situation dawning on them.

“Call me when you get there. Don’t make me worry about the punk.” Bucky orders you softly. You know how close Steve and Bucky are and how they always look out for each other. It makes you smile internally to think of what a caring and gentle friend the man once known as the Winter Soldier is.

“Of course, Buck. Stay safe you two and don’t give Nat any reason to kill you!” you called to them, hearing their replies of “We will, don’t you worry.” Before closing the door behind yourself.

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Finally, after an exhausting way home, you had arrived. You quickly made a beeline for the medical ward, pushing down any signs of exhaustion for now. As soon as you enter his assigned room you are met with the sight of everyone standing, gathered around his bed. He lays in the middle of them, looking positively drained. Poor thing.

As soon as the others heard the door opening they jumped into action. Tony stood in front of you, reaching out to you. “Finally, you made it.” he cried out.

“Tony, stop being dramatic” Pepper chastised him. “Sorry, he didn’t get his sleep and now he’s cranky.” She apologized to you.

“Don’t worry, when isn’t he.” You playfully jabbed at the billionaire. “So, how did he do this to himself?” you asked on a more serious note this time. An uncertain silence settled over the room, everyone looking at each other as if having a silent argument over who has to tell you. Based on the quiet sigh she let out, it was going to be Pepper.

“As Tony probably told you, he had a nightmare. He tried to get into your room, apparently wanting to make sure you were safe, but with the new system installed he couldn’t get in there. He started to panic and tried to get through the door no matter what.. We were woken up by FRIDAY telling us what was happening and found him sobbing on the floor in his current state.” She carefully explained.

I’m going to kill Sam. That was your only thought. You were going to kill him for his stupid pranks, which made Tony get this stupid security system installed. Steve was always allowed into your room and just because you were gone on a mission and he had therefore been denied access to it he was currently laying here.

But the next thing that crossed your mind was even worse. Along that last line of thought you had realised the reason he was actually laying here. You. He hurt himself because he wanted to see if you were okay.

“We’re going to give you some space. Do you need us to get you anything?” Pepper kindly offers. She saw the look on your face, the look of hurt realisation. You and Steve definitely had to talk about what happened and how to resolve your situation to make sure something like that never happened again. But it was also clear that your problems were deeper rooted than that security system keeping him out of your room. This situation demanded more than a quick-fix and you knew that to resolve this, the two of you would have to have an honest - vulnerable - conversation, that you had feared for too long.

“No, thank you. I’m going to be fine. I’ll just wait for him to wake up for now.” You reply, sending her a thankful smile. Your mind was swarming with thoughts, screaming at you for letting it get this far.

Truth is, sometimes you maybe appreciated his company a little to much. You had taught him all about how to build a home in that once empty room of his, but at some point realized that even your room was a lot more empty without him in it. Perhaps even the cosiest of beds didn’t feel warm without someone else’s presence in it - without someone else lounging on your bed on a lazy Saturday with you, reading or watching movies while cuddling up to each other. Maybe a home meant more than just your own comfort, maybe it meant sharing that comfort with another person.

Now sitting in the chair next to his bed with your bag at your feet, just looking at his sleeping form on the simple bed, you felt yourself calm down again. It was weird to look at him like this, he looked so broken, worse than you had ever seen him after one of his night-terrors. You wondered what exactly his dream was about, but couldn’t give it any more thought as you heard him stir in his sleep.

He was slowly waking up, probably sporting a pretty bad headache. “Hey, can you hear me?” you softly called out to him. “Y/N..” he murmured.

“Yes sweetie, I’m here now.” You coo, your hand playing with his hair in an attempt to soothe him. It seemed to work as he sighed in content not a moment later. He slowly peeled his eyes open, giving you a view of those pretty blue’s you’d grown to love so much. “What happened?” he asked quietly, his voice still weak.

“I don’t know all the detail’s but you had a nightmare. Tried to get through the door to my room and hurt yourself quite badly, honey.” You tell him in a soft voice.

“Nightmare” he recalled. You could see it slowly coming back to him, when a look of realisation crossed his face. “Thought I had lost you, that the mission had gone wrong.” he meekly told you, the exhaustion clearly making it hard to form full sentences.

Seeing him like this, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to hold him close, you could feel it pulling at the strings of your heart. In that moment you were certain that Steven Grant Rogers would one day be the death of you.

“It’s okay, I’m here and I’m alright. Now all we gotta worry about is you getting better soon, alright?” You only get a low hum in reply. “You gave the team quite the scare, sweetie.” You add in a whisper.

“Didn’t mean to.” he defends. “I know you didn’t, don’t worry. Now go back to sleep, you’re clearly exhausted.” You softly order him.

“Will you stay?” he asks, giving you his best puppy eyes. As if he had needed to use those anyway. He could ask anything of you right now and you would be more than happy to grant him all his wishes.

“Of course I will. I’ll still be right here when you wake up. Now sleep, Stevie.” You assure him.

He falls asleep quickly, the exhaustion catching up to him. You just continue to stroke his hair, while listening to his steady breaths. After a few moments you decide to call Bucky to inform him of Steve’s current state, leaving a message for him when he doesn’t answer.

Looking at him laying on that bed really put things into perspective for you. That man was laying in one of the possibly most plain and uncomfortable beds, based on your experience - it didn't look appealing in the slightest. But with him, the prospect of having to lay in it didn't seem half bad. In fact you found yourself longing for it.

#steven rogers #steven grant rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #avengers x reader

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Grand Piano I {Dean Winchester X Male Reader}

hi! how are ya? good. umm. please read this. as an attention whore I need attention. tell me what you think. even if you want me to burn in the lowest pits of hell with my baby daddy Satan. this is the first part. kinda writing it as I get ideas and watch the show currently on season 5 and Dean has been invading my mind. if it doesn’t make sense remember “it’s my world now not your world” and I haven’t seen the show in completion. umm. consensual forehead kisses if you accept. peace love and rubber gloves. k bye girlies.

p.s. ask me stuff. i love random.

TJ was born in April of '78 to Deborah Chase, who had just quit her bartender lifestyle and traded it for a career in oil and gas. This caused them to move around constantly. TJ's father was a one-night stand who didn't want anything to do with him, if only to keep it a secret from his now pregnant wife. Over the years, TJ wanted to get to know his father, but his father's refusal made him feel worthless. Until one day, he showed TJ what he did for a living. It was not something an impressionable 10-year-old boy should be doing. This caused a fight between his parents, and TJ never saw his father again. But that didn't stop his mother from keeping tabs on her one-night stand, she found out he had two more sons, and his wife had died mysteriously, concluding it had to do with his line of work. TJ's mother dated around, settling down with the 3rd generation diner owner Richie, who treated TJ as his own. But TJ wanted to make his birth father proud, so he studied everything he could about the occult, myths, and legends, hoping to satisfy his father.

In his teenage years, TJ became a Nancy Drew, solving mysteries plaguing his small town, and in his spare time, he helped out at the diner. But that was before he met and fell head over heels for the new bad boy, Dean Winchester. Their friendship was rough at first, but Dean quickly figured out that all he had to do was say the magic word, and TJ would jump off of the highest mountain for him. They broke into convenience stores and played sick pranks around the school. Dean learned that the school had a vengeful spirit during a wrestling match that got violent with the football team for hanging him in a field like a scarecrow. He came back that night to deal with it, and when he arrived, TJ was already prepping the body to be burned. This made the two teenagers get closer and spend more time at TJ's stepfather's diner, especially now that Dean had someone to talk about hunting with. Next was the Homecoming dance, which was short-lived as a Daeva attacked, and the teenage hunters had to take care of it. The night's highlight was when Dean gave TJ his first kiss. It was also the night Sam and Dean's father returned for them. Upon seeing the boy come out of the same diner Dean came out of, John forbade his son from talking to the boy after going through his questionable query.

Years pass, Sam leaves and goes to college, and TJ co-runs the diner with his now adoptive father during the day, and when the sun goes down, he hunts the creatures of the night. While pursuing a demon in Kentucky, TJ bumps into Dean and John, and they have a much-needed conversation. TJ realizes that all he did was for nothing when John is still cold about all of TJ's accomplishments, so he goes back to Indiana and works at the diner full time until he opens his own underground lounge, taking that on fully. The one thing that stops him is when he gets a phone call, and the voice says that one word that melts TJ like a popsicle on a hot day. "Baby." Dean only called when he needed something, never to say "hi" or "I'm okay," only when he was in a pickle and didn't want to drag Sam into it. Dean felt it was okay to keep TJ on speed dial because, in his mind, "TJ isn't doing anything important." But now John was missing, and TJ wasn't answering his phone. So on his way to California, Dean stopped in Indiana at Richie Rock's Diner and asked for TJ. An older man walked to the edge of the counter, and Dean recognized him. The man was taller than Dean but shorter than his brother Sam by an inch.

Richie: Now, why shouldn't I put my shotgun to your chest and pull the trigger?

Dean: Mr. Rock, it's me, Dean.

Richie: I know who you are. You're the troublemaker that broke my son's heart. And when I tried to comfort him, he started a big fight and didn't talk to me for months because "Dean is coming back" or "Dean needs me".

Dean: So I'm guessing you wouldn't know where to find him?

Richie: Oh, I know. And the only reason I'm telling you is so he can beat your ass.

Richie writes the name of the place and the address on a diner ticket.

Richie: Take a left at the clock tower and a loop around City Hall. In case you forgot how to get around town.

Dean hangs his head and leaves out.

#dean winchester x omc #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x poc!male reader #wincest #this is my world now not your world #supernatural x male reader #supernatural x male oc #Dean Winchester x Male OC #throwing it on tumblr to see something #more to come #sfw #toxic winchester men #queenmayor23 #Dean Winchester x TJ Chase #fun #gay #i'm rolling with the lgbt #new

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motownfiction · 1 year

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daniel, sadie, 11-16

for ✨daniel✨

11. most embarrassing middle school moment?

going to k-mart and stealing the millennium falcon toy with will and sam. don't get him wrong. he wanted to do it. but as he was doing it, he was thinking to himself, "this is the least cool thing we could ever possibly shoplift. what are we doing?"

12. favorite pizza toppings? list the top five in order.

prosciutto, pepperoni, sausage, green peppers, black olives. not necessarily all at once.

13. what was the last (non-story-related) dream they had while sleeping?

doing donuts in the parking lot of southland mall, but it was very clearly 1998.

14. if they suddenly vanished, what would their family assume they were up to? (shopping, pranking people, overthrowing governments, etc.)

he's probably lying in the botanical garden with his phone off. his natural habitat.

15. what’s their least favorite possession that they wish they could get rid of, but can’t / shouldn’t?

frank's copy of the blue hawaii soundtrack. daniel doesn't want to keep anything that once belonged to his father, but like ... it's blue hawaii.

16. write out their last nightmare as a short scene.

they said it was a player piano.

daniel's at the apple orchard. wiard's before they sold out to that stupid water park. he's walking through the country store, and he hears the piano. somebody's in there, playing "grim grinning ghosts," like this is disney world already. they said it was a player piano. automatic. nobody behind it. just a toy.

but the sound gets closer.

and daniel can hear the keys breathing.

they said it was a player piano.

but really, it's a piano with a player.

charlie.

for ✨sadie✨

11. most embarrassing middle school moment?

that time she got hit in the face with a football during gym class. why in the world did they let a seven-foot-tall twelfth grade boy help out with a seventh-grade gym class? he was a nice guy, but damn, if he didn't know how to tone it down!

12. favorite pizza toppings? list the top five in order.

pepperoni, bacon, spinach, mushrooms, and extra cheese. again, not necessarily at the same time.

13. what was the last (non-story-related) dream they had while sleeping?

eating pizza with sam on the roof of his old car. and yeah, it was the current year. and yeah, sam was fifty-six, too.

14. if they suddenly vanished, what would their family assume they were up to? (shopping, pranking people, overthrowing governments, etc.)

sadie's probably driving down telegraph road, drinking an orange pop.

15. what’s their least favorite possession that they wish they could get rid of, but can’t / shouldn’t?

sadie ... has sam's hospital bracelet. from that night.

16. write out their last nightmare as a short scene.

lucy's not picking up the phone.

it's a wednesday afternoon, half past three. lucy's usually home from teaching her class by now. this semester, it's a seminar all about charlotte brontë. sadie remembers how excited lucy was when she put that syllabus together over the holiday break. she glows when she talks about her favorite books. even when sadie can't see her, even when it's just over the phone, she swears she can hear lucy's incandescence.

but lucy's not picking up the phone.

sadie's heart begins to race. it's not like lucy to miss an appointment. she's great at keeping schedules, and when she has to break them, she's great at making sure everyone knows the plans have changed. but when sadie texted earlier to make sure they were still on for their 3:30 phone call, like they have each week, lucy said it was fine.

she quickly calls will, just to make sure nothing's wrong. will answers on the first ring. he says lucy's there, at home, mixing up a cherry coke in the kitchen. it's the first day she's been able to walk outside without a coat, and she wants to celebrate in the way she always has.

does she want to talk to me? sadie asks.

no, will says.

#asks #ch: daniel deluca #ch: sadie doyle #ch: charlie doyle #ch: will o'connor #ch: lucy callaghan #pelopides #thank you!

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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Child Soldiers in a Secret War - Teen!Andy Barclay x (Fem) Teen!Winchester Reader

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Warnings: Minor crossover with Supernatural, the reader is a twin sister of Sam Winchester. The family dynamic and some aspects of her personality show she has a resemblance with Gabriel.

Summary: The national widespreaded news of the death of the Play Pals CEO right after the company’s last attempt of launching the Good Guy doll reach the trained eye of your hunter family, but your father is way too bussy somewhere else and your brothers don’t seem interested. Quick research on the Chucky case shows that is only constant is the original survivor, a boy named Andy Barclay, so you infiltrate at a military school to protect him as you follow the lead discretely acting as his bodyguard.

Tags: @losersclubisms (I’m posting this only because you said you liked the idea and wanted to see it.)

Notes: I stretched the timelines of Child’s Play 3 events for this to work, but let’s ignore it lol.

The almost natural affinity that Andy Barclay had to find trouble was clearly not stopping on Chucky. In barely a few days since his arrival at Kent he managed to get picked on by the biggest asshole around. Luckly or unluckly for him, he wasn’t the only newbie on Shelton’s sight, but he was indeed the one who was having to stand it without a reason, because that other was a weird girl who seemed to have tons of fun provoking him. Anyone would think it was merely someone who was just following the steps of Da Silva, tired of being an easy target for when his attempts to tear her down wouldn’t work, but her comedy style was perhaps a little bit beyond hers. As if annoying that douchebag was a new hobby for her boredoom, she compensated for her overall awkwardness by making everyone laugh from time to time.

No one knew much about her, except from her last name and some hilarious takes. Fame described her as a complete lunatic, his roommate said he was almost convinced that she was the prodigal child of a military family being sent there to reform. Andy’s curiosity was mostly linked to the fact of how oftenly he would end up stumbling across her. It was as if she actively seeked to get punished with him all the time and he couldn’t find a possibly understandable reason for that.

The sentence on that particular time was cleaning and he found out on the spot that they were, once more, punishment partners. The resting stance she had was odd, at least, as if she was not thrilled at all because of being waiting for a challenge, or some storm to hit the place. It actually reminded him of someone else…

Himself.

There were no collaborators on the crime that brought you there, but you knew Shelton despised that boy and he was going to find a way to make him land for punishment anyways. Trying to act natural, you pretended to ignore him and you kept to yourself mopping the floors while humming a song.

“ … Hi!” Andy awkwardly saluted you. “ It’s Winchester, right?”

“ Yeah, like the rifle.” You joked as confirmation. “ Enough with the bullshit, I know your name is Andy. Just call me (y/n)”

“ Well, it seems that we are in this together … again, (y/n).” He recalled. “ Why did he send you for?”

You raised your stare from the ground to look at him.

“ Shelton? He found out I stole three packages of salt. The ‘ zero tolerance’ shit is real, dude.”

Andy couldn’t help laughing and you could tell he was weirded.

“ Why would anyone need that much salt?”

There was no point in hiding yourself from him, he had to be aware of things to some extent, although you weren’t sure of the limits of his awareness.

“ I let him believe I was planning a prank, which in other contexts could have been completely true, and this is just the start of the punishment he gave me.” Was your still mildly vague confession. “ Sending the girl to clean the kitchen… the originality is killing me. I swear that dude is boring even as a sadist.”

More chuckling followed and you felt incentivized to be as open as you wanted.

“ I stole it because of the ghosts, in places like this you never know when you are gonna find one. Watch out for any spot where military antiques could be stored.”

The boy was completely clueless, looking at you as if you would have spoken in another language or said something delusional, probably wondering if you were crazier than he was.

“ I believe in cursed objects. Did you know that some people think the Winchester last name is cursed because of all the people that were killed with the rifle?”

The strange tease fell tasteless to him.

“ That is way less funny than what you think.”

“ Not if you knew my family, I truly believe we must have been cursed.” You insisted. “ You are not the only one, we are all child soldiers in a secret war.”

The phrasing choices were quite strange, but he felt thrilled.

“ Is that philosophical?”

“ It’s the family business.” Served you as clarification. “ My eldest eldest brother loves it, but he only wants to pick serious shit. The middle bro has one step in and one out so I am the only one who wanted to take this. Send the little one for the cursed objects while we fight demons! Classical Dean. You are lucky because, unlike my bros, I live for bizarre cases. Give me the cringe, if this is the stupidest thing you have ever heard of then leave it to me. Collecting fun anecdotes is the best part of this crap.”

Andy had no idea of what you were talking about, but he could only guess it was ranting about your brothers and their positions regarding a military career.

“ Has someone around you served? Is that why you are here? ”

He made you remember of your casually perfect cover up, that you almost forgot completely while relaxing with him.

“ My dad, he fought in Vietnam… He has this rude army man act that he pulls everytime he wants to find obedience from us, so I’m really used to the ‘ yes, sir’ thing we have to use here… but I also like to mock it. I’m never gonna be the perfect child, I’m not the queen of confrontations either so why not evade things with jokes? Why try so hard to impress him or waste so much energy on fighting him when I can make him laugh and pretend everything is fine? Court jester’s privilege, it works just fine with many authority figures. I may try it with Cochrane someday.”

Andy felt stressed out just by thinking about that.

“ … Please don’t. You are going to get us in more trouble.”

Using annoyance as a form of bonding, you seeked to figure out things for the case.

" Did you know that, according to voodoo lore, Damballa never ever speaks? He can only make snake sizzling sounds." You casually commented at him, then emulated the snake-like sound. " It's funny, because I bet Chucky never shuts up."

Andy was confused because, for one part, he couldn't agree more, but he also couldn't understand why you were implícitly showing to believe in him.

" Why are you telling me this? "

" Hello? It's called info dumping on a common interest, that's how people get close. I don't know much about voodoo, but I read a few random facts that are gonna change the course of your life."

The explanation emanated a charisma that was hard to ignore.

"... Let me guess, it's about Damballa."

" He is the creator of the universe, kinda like a voodoo equivalent to what christianity calls God. Nothing impure should touch things consecrated to him and this rule is super strict." You kept rambling out loud to him. " He is associated with all things white because... listen this... HE IS A WISE, KIND, BENEVOLENT AND PATIENT DEITY, only with not much regard for everyday mortal issues."

Andy laughed so loud that you both almost got reprimanded by the kitchen staff watching you over.

" You gotta be kidding me..."

" I'm not! I swear it's true, my sources are legit." You defended yourself. " My father would say ' You gotta kill them all, this is war.' but i think It's not the god's fault if Chucky uses corrupted versions of his worship rituals. Have you ever wondered if you yourself are a tool of Damballa punishing him for crimes against religious nature and that's why you beat him over and over?"

" What you try to say is that Damballa himself put me on Chucky's way and ruined my life to give him a lesson??"

" That's the theory I am working on. Damballa likes pureness and what is purer than a child? It's like the greek gods and their favorite heroes: maybe Damballa likes you so much that he chose you and he didn't mind it was gonna damage you. It would fit with the lore description I read: he is a god that deals with the bigger picture but doesn't think about the details of mundane human existence."

The amount of effort you were putting into what he thought was just trying to make him feel better was heartwarming.

" As a consolation it is not the worse i have heard."

" Just be careful... and remember that Damballa's day of the week is Thursday, he loves the color white and all things lightfull. Communicating with him is extremely difficult, but you can appease him with random little acts like adding something white to your everyday outfit. His preferred offerings are uncooked white eggs and white flour."

He stared at you and you could tell he was about to laugh.

" ... White flour?"

The fact that your quickly researched lore seemed so plausible to him was an offense to your work and you chose to take payback with a joke. Sneaking to reach an open package of white flour that one of the cooks was using, you took only a handful of it. Then, with your palm extended as if you were about to blow kisses, you actually blew the flour in the direction of Andy's face.

" You are welcome, now you are blessed."

The breakfast of the following morning was a follow up of inner jokes. It was a Thursday and you made sure he would watch you on the line asking for white bread with eggs and milk. One of your fingernails was painted white and you made it be the one that would be visible when pulling the trigger of a gun. However, Andy had an even bigger surprise for you.

A white flower picked from the school ground that he secretly gave you in the hall once both of you were done eating. Your heart beated fast and you mentally cursed yourself because you could tell it was the building of a crush on the boy you were commanded to protect.

The next thing you did was checking if you had mail. your brothers were supposed to send you extended research info and some practical things that you asked for, but your little battle kit didn’t arrived the last time you consulted about deliveries meant for you. Ríght at the spot where you were supposed to check that you came across Tyler, the nice kid that was always saluting you everytime he would pass by.

He was in a big hurry, ignoring you completely while carrying a package.

"Hi, Tyler... Bye, Tyler!" You mocked the situation, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. " Well, I trust the boys so I know there must be something for me today."

#child's play 3 #supernatural #andy barclay #andy barclay x reader #andy barclay x winchester reader #justin whalin

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