#inigo montoya x reader

[concerningliterature]

Inigo Montoya x reader

Fluff, hurt / comfort, gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, light mentions of injury / blood.

We are severely lacking in Inigo Montoya and Inigo Montoya x reader fics…

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine helping Inigo get revenge on the six fingered man

[moregaythanyourealized]

YEAH I’LL SAY IT

…

I don’t think there’s enough fanfiction for the princess bride, if you haven’t seen it, go watch. If you like action/romance/adventure/comedy movies go watch. You like hot actors in period clothing? Go watch.

[zepskies]

As You Wish

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When Dean agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

AN: Here’s a little something in honor of Dean’s birthday! If you haven’t seen The Princess Bride, do yourself a favor. 🥰

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, and nothing but the fluff. (Established relationship.)

“My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!” Dean says, right in time with the iconic swashbuckler on the screen, complete with his best approximation at a Spanish accent.

You giggle against his side, hard enough to rock both of you on the bed. When he agreed to watch your favorite movie with you, you didn’t think it’d come with live subtitles.

“Are you gonna quote the whole damn movie?” you ask.

Dean brandishes an imaginary sword with his fist held out.

“HELLO! My name is—”

Biting your lip, you cut him off short by playing dirty. You wrap your arm around his middle and dance your fingers across his ribs. He’d never admit it, but he’s got sensitive sides.

He flinches and laughs on reflex. “Hey, hey! That’s a foul move!”

His arm tightens around your waist while his other hand closes around your wrist. You try to grapple with him, your bare legs tangling with his pajama-clad ones, but you both know it’s a losing battle.

Dean gathers you tighter against his chest and traps your wandering hand.

Huffing another laugh, you relax again. His heart clips at a faster pace under your ear. Your hand smooths up his chest and finds its way up the back of his neck.

Dean can't help it. He lets out a contented hum when your nails give his scalp a little scratch.

For a moment, his attention drifts away from the movie and down to you. He spies the soft edge of your smile, feels your hair starting to itch against his arm, your soft curves under his hand, pressing against him.

You two don’t get these quiet days often, but he wants to make sure you get some rest. You, Sam, and Dean spent about three straight weeks in a row with back-to-back hunts, and the last one had really taken it out of you. So now, Dean’s satisfied to see you so relaxed. Happy, even.

Yeah. You really do seem to be as happy as he (secretly) feels.

Sometimes, he finds that part hard to believe. If you could want this with someone like him, then maybe…maybe he doesn’t screw up all the time.

Dean tunes back into the movie just in time for Buttercup to jump out of the window in her pretty white dress. She and Westley join Fezzik and Inigo on white horses, and the couple shares the kiss that left all the others behind.

Dean glances down at your face. He’s amused by the way you’re eating up all this sappy rom-com crap. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears. He ducks down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“You just spring a leak over anything, don’t you?” he teases. You shove at his chest with a halfhearted hand.

“Only over the good stuff,” you retort.

He accepts that with a chuckle. When the credits start to roll down the screen, he reaches for the remote and searches for the episode you guys left off in Game of Thrones. You tap his chest.

“Hey, wanna go out to dinner tonight?” you ask. A warm smile plays on your lips. “Just you and me?”

Dean blinks. He doesn’t remember the last time you two went on an honest-to-God date. No time, no privacy, always something evil on your asses…

A decision made in his mind, Dean gives you a smile back. He brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“As you wish,” he says.

AN: 😘 Hope you liked this one!

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[the-modern-typewriter]

Do you have any tips on how to write a morally grey protagonist with vengeful and violent tendencies without them being seen as a villain?

It's about motivation, limits and who is their counterbalance in the story.

So, they need to have a good reason for revenge, it has to feel justified to the character AND to the reader. However, to be morally grey, they also have to be more ruthless in the pursuit of that revenge and what they are willing to do to get it. It can't just be that they are a good guy who wants revenge, going after someone who is bad, but they never do anything particularly bad to get it. At the same time, they can't be so bad that they will slaughter children and hurt anyone and anything that gets in between them and their revenge.

Case study:

Inigo Montoya in The Princess Bride is not morally grey, despite his whole motivation being revenge, despite the fact he is capable of violence. His arc is a hero's arc. We totally get why he wants revenge. We never question if we root for him, and do the dance of joy when he gets his bloody wrath at the end. He only really hurts the obvious bad guys of the narrative, who make him seem great by juxtaposition, and is aligned with our main heroes.

Magneto in X-Men First Class is morally grey. He very understandably wants revenge on a man who tortured him on behalf of the nazis, and we root for that revenge, but he is not on the full hero-track because he proves time and time again that he is willing to put his revenge above everything else, and doesn't stop once he has that revenge. He is willing to let others of his kind get hurt. He is willing to kill people who are 'innocent', at least relatively so within the context of the movie. He skews villain coded, because his counterbalances are Shaw and Xavier. In the end, his behaviour is closer to Shaw's than Xavier's, which is why he skews villain coded. However, he is still ultimately morally grey due to the love and care he is capable of showing for other's of his kin and our protagonist's, and because the people he wants to hurt are proven to also be bad many a time. There's a balance there.

Kaz Brekker in Six of Crows/Crooked Kingdom is morally grey, with vengeful and violent tendencies, but very decidedly on the side of the 'heroes'. This is because, ultimately, when it comes down to it he has more good qualities than bad. He is ruthless, but unlike Magneto, he never lets the people on his side rot for that. He is protective and caring of his own even if he doesn't always say nice things - actions speak louder than words. His counterbalance is Pekka Rollins, who is a monstrosity, and so it easier to view Kaz in a more heroic light.

Conclusion:

It's about balance. A morally grey character is essentially one who is not good, but is not evil. To understand this, the writer/reader needs to understand them, and know what 'evil' and 'good' are in the world of the story. They need to understand the character's internal code of ethics, regardless if it completely follows our societal ethical norms of not.

To avoid being the villain, your morally grey character can and must cross some lines, and make difficult decisions, but they must also show kindness/good qualities and they can never be worse than the villain of your story.

[cowboybarzy]

the princess bride

mat barzal x reader

word count: 410

note: the princess bride is my favorite movie so I just had to this. releasing this in hopes it’ll inspire me to post/write more lol

It was a Friday night and you were sitting on the couch with your boyfriend of a couple of months scrolling through his TV to see what movie to watch. You had plans to go out for dinner, but Mat was too sore and exhausted from his hockey practice and you had a long week as well, so you just decided to stay in and order food.

When you saw the preview for the Princess Bride, you couldn't help but say one of the most iconic lines: “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

Mat gave you the side eye and scoffed at you imitating the old man. "What? It's the Princess Bride," you said pointing to the screen.

"Hm, never seen it."

"What, you're serious? You've never seen the Princess Bride?," you asked with a loud gasp, while sitting up from the couch to look at him. He shrugged.

"No, I've never heard of it."

"Inconceivable!" He gave you another weird look. "Another quote. Mat!" His eyes went wide as you shook him by the shoulder. "I can't date someone who has never seen the Princess Bride!"

"Okay, then let's see it. But is it very princess-y?”

“No, you’ll see it’s more of a comedy, with a love story intertwined.” His face instantly relaxed and you grinned widely when you pressed play. Though it was your favorite movie, you hadn’t seen it in a while. “Popcorn?”

You quickly jumped up from the couch to make a bad of popcorn. While it popped in the microwave, you pulled out some drinks from the fridge and some candy to go along with the movie. You settled in Mat’s lap this time, pressing a giddy kiss to his cheek. “I’m excited for you to see it. You’re gonna love it.”

* * * * *

When the movie ended, you got ready for bed. Mat liked the movie, he admitted it wasn’t his favorite or that he’d be dying to watch it again any time soon, but he enjoyed it. After setting your alarm for the following morning and setting your phone down, you turned to your boyfriend to kiss him. “Good night. I love you.”

“As you wish,” he replied with a sleepy smile. Your smile however wasn’t sleepy and spread as wide as possible as you threw yourself at him.

“You did pay attention!”

“Of course! It’s your favorite movie.” You kissed him. “As you wish.”

“As you wish.”

[lillywillow]

Twue Wuv

Summary: After Bucky goes through a bad breakup, you help him cheer up by bringing your mutual love of The Princess Bride

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo​

 Words: 948

 Square Filled: Y4- “As You Wish”

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader  

 Warnings: A lot of Princess Bride quotes (just a quick disclaimer, I don’t own them)

 Bucky had been your best friend ever since the pair of you met and became Avengers. In your off time, you showed him many different movies but one of his favourites was The Princess Bride. He loved the action, the comedy, the romance; to him, this movie had it all. It was one of your favourites too. There were many days and nights you spent watching the film. It was one of your go-to feel-goods. Whenever one of you was having a bad day, the other one would pop the movie on and everything would start to feel better.

…

 Recently, Bucky had been dating a woman you couldn’t stand. She was always nice to you but when his back was turned, she was horrible to you. The woman also wanted to change him into something he was not. Eventually things went too far and Bucky broke things off. He knew he would be better off in the long run but it still hurt. You gave him some time to grieve. First a few days passed, then a week. Halfway through week two, you decided to do something to pull him out of his funk.

…

 That afternoon, you all but kicked down his door to find him still in bed. Surprised by the sudden noise, Bucky sat up.

 “Up you get, Barnes! We’re off to storm the castle!” you grinned, tossing a toy sword at him. “Meet me in the gym!”

 With that, you ran off. Bucky stared at the sword you had thrown him and smiled a little for the first time in weeks. He quickly got himself ready and went to meet you with his sword.

…

 You waited a little while for Bucky to show up but when you saw him, you grinned.

 “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father.” You got into a fighting stance. “Prepare to die!”

 You lunged at Bucky with your sword. He managed to block and counter your attack with his own sword.

 “You cannot defeat me, woman! I’m on the brute squad!” he grinned.

 “You are the brute squad!” you retorted.

 This continued on for a while, the pair of you sword fighting while exchanging quips and quotes from The Princess Bride. Already you could see the spark returning to Bucky’s eyes. It had been quite some time since you had seen it. Halfway through the fight, you swapped to your dominant hand and fought a little harder, just like Inigo did in the movie. After going on like this for quite some time before Bucky knocked the sword out of your hand, sending it flying.

 “Well, what are you waiting for? Strike true,” you stated, holding your arms out to the sides and waited for him the conduct the ‘finishing blow’.

 Bucky paused for a few minutes before a cheeky smiled crossed his face.

 “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a pity to damage yours,” he smirked.

 You were both taken aback by his comment and greatly amused by it.

 “Oh, I can’t believe he had the nerve to say it to your face!” you laughed out loud.

 “Hey, you can’t deny that Westley has charm,” he grinned, handing you the sword to put away.

 “So much charm,” you agreed, collecting the other sword.

 “Thanks for that, Y/N. I really needed that,” he softly smiled. “We should do this again sometime.”

 “As you wish,” you softly replied.

 Bucky was about to walk away but thought about your words. He had watched The Princess Bride enough times to know what they meant.

 “Y/N?”

 “Yes, Bucky?”

 “You and I both know what those words mean…”

 “I know.”

 “Does that mean you…?” Bucky left the question hanging.

 There was no denying it now that you were in love with your best friend.

 “Yeah… it does. I love you Bucky. It hurt so much to see you with that woman. Not because I was jealous but because I could see what she was doing to you. I felt like she was dragging you further and further into the Pit of Despair and I was going to lose you. You should be with someone who cares and about you and loves you…”

 “Someone like you?” he asked.

 You went quiet and looked at the floor.

 “I love you too, Y/N.”

 You looked at him in surprise.

 “I do love you. The only reason I went out with that woman was… well… because I was scared. Scared of my feelings for you, scared I would lose you as a friend if I asked you out… You’re right, I was in the Pit of Despair when I was with her, and not just because of the way she was treating me but because of how she was treating you. She thought I couldn’t see it when she picked on you but I could. We had many fights about it. That was what eventually broke us up. I really just wanted to be with you…”

 “I guess you could say she was like… Prince Humperdinck?” you softly chuckled.

 “You could say that… I guess that makes me Princess Buttercup and you Westley,” he smiled. “I think what we’ve got is twue wuv.”

 You laughed a little at that.

 “So… would you like to get dinner sometime?” you asked.

 “As you wish,” Bucky smiled.

[wild-lavender-rose]

My Angel

Pairing: Inigo Montoya x reader

Category: Hurt/comfort

Summary: You and Inigo are injured in the battle against the six fingered man. And while Inigo recovered quickly, you did not.

Warnings: Description of injuries, disorientation, blurred vision. Sharing a bed (nothing suggestive). 

     The first time you woke, your vision was so blurry that you couldn’t make out your surroundings. “Inigo,” you called, your heart twisting in fear when no one responded. You were lying in bed, your waist wrapped heavily in bandages. “Inigo!” You reached out through the haze. “Inigo, where are you?!?”

     “Here, my love. Shh,” Inigo’s warm, familiar hand slipped into yours. “Don’t worry, I’m here.” 

     “The six-fingered man,” 

     “Dead. As dead as a door nail.” 

     “Are you sure?” 

     “Positive.” The mattress shifted as Inigo sat beside you, leaning over you to caress your sweaty face. “Although I wish I could bring him back from the dead so I could kill him again for what he did to you.” 

     “Inigo, I can’t...I can’t see very well.” 

     “Shh, that will pass, my love.” 

     You whimpered, squirming against the wave of sleepiness threatening to overtake you once more. You held Inigo’s hand tightly, wanting to stay with him, to hear his voice. “You...You were injured.” 

     Inigo gave a gentle laugh, the sound lulling you further. “Not as badly as you, my angel. I heal quickly.” 

     You nodded, but couldn’t seem to think of anything else to say. Your head shifted back and forth against the pillow, trying desperately to stay awake. 

     “My love, why do you fight this? Allow your body to heal.” 

     “Don’t...Don’t want you to leave.” 

     “I will never leave.” 

     “Lay with me.” 

     “Of course,” Inigo kissed your intertwined fingers before releasing you, only to slide under the blankets beside you. “Come here.” 

     You moved onto your side carefully, resting your head against Inigo’s chest while he draped an arm across your waist. You gave a great sigh of relief, finally allowing your eyes to drift shut. 

     “Rest now, my angel.” Inigo pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I will be here when you wake again.” 

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[of-elves-and-mad-hatters]

“Let Me See” Inigo Montoya x Reader Drabble, The Princess Bride

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For: Febuwhump Day 5: “Let Me See”

Relationship: Unspecified

Warning: blood, injury

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You clamp your eyes shut, chin down, arms crossed around your body protectively. If you just don’t move, maybe the pain will lessen. 

You’re right, in part, but the throbbing never stops, pulsating throughout your ribcage. Blood dribbles down from the wound. 

You ignore it, focusing on your breathing. In…and out. In…

“Y/N, Are you all right?”

You look up to see your captain, the newest Dread Pirate Roberts (you had served under his predecessor, a young blond man with the cunning of a wolf). You force a smile. “Just a little weary.”

The spaniard clearly does not believe you, though whether that is from your poor attempt at lying or the obvious growing blood stains, you can’t be sure. He quickly kneels down, placing a hand upon your shoulder. “Let me see,” he prods gently, and you acquiesce, vision blurring into darkness. 

[moonshoes-uwu]

untitled princess bride fic: inigo montoya x reader?

a/n: I started watching Criminal Minds over quarantine and the idea of Inigo Montoya and Jason Gideon came to me since I literally can’t see Mandy Patinkin as not Inigo Montoya (and my cousin was super upset there wasn’t more Inigo Montoya x reader fics). So this is probably going to have some CM elements/characters but I think I mostly want to focus on having this as a Princess Bride fic. If you have any opinions on what direction this fic should/could go in, PLEASE let me know! I have the most general rough idea but I’m just genuinely unsure of what I want to write.

warnings: none?, spoilers for a movie from 1987

Prologue

“Goodnight, sleep well, I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

These were the words that Inigo and his crewmates heard every night from the infamous Dread Pirate Roberts. Only, Inigo knew what they really meant.

See, after rescuing Buttercup from an impending marriage to Prince Humperdink, Westley had offered his--sorry, the Dread Pirate Roberts’--ship to Inigo. It made the most sense to him; he had his true love with him again, he no longer needed a place in international piracy. And Inigo had finally avenged his father after twenty-some odd years, no longer desiring to be in the revenge business now that he was beginning to be in the backend of his thirties.

Really, their plan was genius.

Westley, Inigo, Fezzik, and Buttercup would return to the pirate ship where Westley would parade still as the Dread Pirate Roberts with Fezzik as his new second-in-command, Buttercup as his new lover, and Inigo as a new crewmate drawn in by the glamorous lifestyle piracy has to offer. They would sail for however long it took to get from Florin’s capital to the Fisherman’s Village just north, and during that time Inigo would secretly learn how to become the next Dread Pirate Roberts with Fezzik while Westley and Buttercup prepared for their new life together once again.

Easy enough, right?

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Contrary to popular belief, it was actually that easy.

The hardest part for Westley had been practicing with Inigo to lessen his Spanish accent to more closely match the previous Dread Pirate Robertses’, though they quickly learned that the secret was to slow down his words. Inigo had a bit of a tougher time adjusting in order to prepare for his new role.

The worst part was the haircut.

Since the Dread Pirate Roberts was never seen without his mask anyway--and thanks to Westley for keeping and growing out his small mustache so Inigo could keep his--Inigo didn’t have to do much physically to become the new captain.

After about a month of sailing and practicing speech, mannerisms, and thought processes, Revenge docked in the Fisherman’s Village for a few days during which the Dread Pirate Roberts’ lover left him for some scallywag and one of the crewmen--Joseph? Eh, doesn’t matter--stayed behind. Hardly anyone noticed, with taverns to be patronized, wine to be drunk, and women to be wooed, but the crew didn’t question their fearless captain when his facial hair seemed much darker and far more impressive upon their return to sea.

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Acting as Roberts was a bit difficult, as was to be expected, but Inigo took his new responsibilities in great stride. Obviously he had a reputation to uphold, but he did try to implement a more understanding and less chaotic nature. After all, there is so much more to life than feeling bitter.

And after almost a full season of sailing on Revenge, Inigo was finally starting to feel at home.

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a/n 2: whew, there it is! let me know what you think and what you’d like to see in future chapters! :)

[concerningliterature]

Got some writing inspiration back - another Inigo Montoya x f!reader fic

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine Westley and Inigo fighting over you

[wonkruwanhedabloodreina]

Hello fellow fanatics of all kind! I’m new to writing on Tumblr, I usually write on Wattpad but I thought If you guys sent in requests I’d write some for you, so any imagines you want that an account your following hasn’t got to your request I’m here for you.

Fandoms I do !

Luficer Series

Star Wars Series

The 100

Pirates of the Carribean/Jack Sparrow

The Princess Bride(which is actually a big hit on Wattpad atm)

The Walking Dead

Marvel !!!

So if any of you would like an imagine from a character out of any of these television and movie series please please please Inbox me and give me a follow! Tell your friends ! Happy reading ! Not my GIF!

[a-winchester-fairytale]

One Perfect Day

Summary:  One perfect day leads to trouble when Sam and Dean have a run-in with the BMOL.

Word Count: 3,643

A/N: This one was written for @winchesterprincessbride challenge and the quote was “I want my father back you son of a bitch” and it is in bold.  I loved getting to combine something from one of my all-time favorite books/movie with my always favorite show.  Thank you!

 The day had started out so perfect….

You woke up and made breakfast for your family.  You could still hear their voices, mixed with occasional laughter, echoing through the bunker as they ate and got ready for the “boys day out” they had been planning for a week.

“Come on, Johnny.  We need to get going.”  Sam called down the hallway of the bunker, pulling you from your reminiscing. 

You giggled as you heard your son’s feet crashing down the hall towards the two of you.  He leaped into Sam’s huge arms, the force of his blow eliciting a grunt from his father. 

“You are getting so big, kid.”  Sam said through his own laughter.  He lifted Johnny up only his shoulders and you stepped up to brush some of Sam’s long locks away from his eyes.  He looked down lovingly at your face and leaned down a little to kiss you.  “Love you.”  He whispered.

“Me too.” Johnny called out and Sam held him as he leaned forward and kissed you.

“You two be careful.”  You said, and they marched off to the garage.  You watched them go, thinking how incredibly lucky you were to have them both in your life.  Johnny was like a carbon copy of his father, but Sam told you every day that all he saw was you when he looked at your son.

“Don’t worry.  I’ll keep an eye on them.”  Dean said from behind you as he followed, a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Oh, that makes me feel so much better.”  You sarcastically teased the older Winchester.  Dean smiled back at you over his shoulder, and with a quick wink, he was gone.  You stood and watched the door until you hear the rumble of the impala as she pulled out onto the open road.  With an airy laugh, you shook your head, a grin lingering on your face, before turning to begin cleaning up the bunker.

+++++

Several hours later, Dean came back in the bunker, holding your son in his arms.  You were only slightly concerned when you didn’t see Sam, but then you saw the look on Dean’s face and you felt the panic rise in your chest.  He held his finger to his lips as he walked to the bedroom to lay your sleeping child down on the bed.  He carefully laid a blanket over him and then came back into the library where you were waiting.

“Where’s Sam?”  You asked, although the tone of your voice implied more of a demand than a question.

“The BMOL took him with them.”  Dean answered, running his hand through his hair.

“What for?”

“I don’t know.”  He said, and he began telling you everything that had transpired.

As they rounded the corner to head back to the car, they saw the two BMOL women standing in their path.  Sam lowered Johnny down from his shoulders unsure of what was about to happen.  The brothers exchanged a glance between them and continued toward their waiting opposition.

“Sorry to interrupt your day, but Sam, we need you to come with us.”  Toni said in her thick accent.

“What would I do that for?”  Sam asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Because your mother requested it.”  Toni replied stiffly.

“I’m afraid we have to insist.”  Her counterpart added when Sam hesitated.

“Johnny, go with your uncle Dean back to the bunker.”  Sam said, his eyes locked on the British women standing before him.

“Sam?”  Dean asked, his tone cautious.  He didn’t like the idea at all, but he didn’t want to scare his nephew either.  Sam just looked at him, his eyes pleading with him to take care of Johnny.  At that point, keeping his son safe was the only thing that mattered to Sam, and he knew he could trust Dean to do that.

“I want to stay with you.”  Johnny protested, sensing that something was not right.  Sam put his hand on his son’s back, as Johnny threw his little arms around Sam, barely reaching around his frame.

“Daddy’s got to work.”  Sam told him, planting a kiss on the top of his head.  Johnny knew what that meant and he pulled back, looking up at his dad.

“How will you get home?”  He asked innocently.  Sam glanced up at his brother’s face.

“We’ll figure it out.”  Sam said, his eyes on Dean.  Dean nodded, putting his arms around his nephew and holding him close.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.  I didn’t know what else to do.  I was afraid if we fought them, Johnny would end up getting hurt.”  Dean added, his guilt written all over his face.  You knew that leaving his brother had to have been extremely hard for Dean.  It went against everything that had been ingrained in him his whole life, and you understood.  You could never be angry with him for protecting your son.

“Did you talk to Mary?”  You asked.  Dean shook his head.

“I can’t get her or Mick to pick up the phone.  I even tried to get in touch with Ketch, but it’s like they all went MIA.”  Dean explained.

“I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“You and me both.”  Dean admitted.  You felt tears behind your eyes and for a moment, you allowed yourself to panic at his words.  You covered your face with your hands and fought to keep yourself from breaking down.  Dean reached out and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, Sam will be fine.  We will get him back, I promise.”  He told you, the conviction in his words making breathing a little easier and you nodded.

“Your right.  I’m sorry.  What do we do?”  You said, taking a deep breath to focus.  Dean smirked, seeing the hunter in you coming to the foreground of your personality.

“I have some maps around here that Sam drew up of the compound.  He let mom talk him into going over there to see what she was up to.”

“I remember that.”  You said, getting up and going to the bedroom you shared with Sam.  “I think he has a copy of everything stored on the laptop.”  You told Dean, bringing it with you when you came back.

The two of you searched through the files on Sam’s computer for almost an hour, until you heard your son come into the room.

“Hey.  Did you have fun with your dad and Uncle Dean today?”  You asked, your tone suddenly cheerful. 

“It was a lot of fun.  I can’t wait until we can do it again.”  He said enthusiastically, followed by Dean’s laughter.

“Come on, let’s get you some supper.”  You said, leading him away to the kitchen while Dean pulled his cell phone back out and tried calling all the numbers he had again.

You made Johnny a sandwich and he told you all about the day he spent with the brothers while he ate.  Afterwards, you agreed to let him watch a movie in the living room so you could go back to Sam’s files.

“I still can’t get anyone to pick up the phone.  What the hell could they possibly be doing?  I shouldn’t have let him go.”  Dean said, throwing his phone down on the table in front of him.

“There wasn’t anything you could have done without putting Johnny in danger.  You can’t give up on me yet.”  You insisted.

“I’m not.”  He said, running his hand through his hair.  “I’m just worried about my brother.  Mom has gone days without answering us before, but Sam never has.” 

“I know.” Was all you could say.   You wanted so badly to just get in the impala and go find Sam, but neither of you had been to the BMOL compound before and, even with Sam’s maps, it was difficult to determine where they were located.

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“Where did Dad go?”  Johnny asked that night as you carried him off to his bed.

“He had a job to do.  He told you that.”  You replied, setting him down and pulling the covers up this his chin.

“That’s not what you and Uncle Dean said.”  He volunteered, his eyes looking away from you.

“What have I told you about eavesdropping?”  You scolded.  There were so many conversations that happened in the bunker that you knew Johnny didn’t need to know about.  You didn’t want the brothers to be afraid to talk in their own home, or to be concerned about what someone else who entered it might say, so you made a strict rule that Johnny was not allowed to sneak around and listen to conversations that the adults were having when they didn’t know he was there.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”  He told you.  “I was watching the movie and I heard Uncle Dean say that he thought dad might be in trouble and that he didn’t like that he couldn’t get anyone on the phone.”

“Okay.”  You began with a sigh.  “The truth is that some people took your dad with them and now we are having trouble getting in touch with any of them, but everything is going to be okay.  You dad is tough and he always makes it home, right?”

“Right”

“Now, go to sleep.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  You kissed his forehead and turned out the light, easing the door closed behind you.  You leaned against the wall, your hands over your face and your eyes shut tight to hold back the tears.  You took a deep breath and pushed yourself away from the wall, willing yourself back down the hallways to the war room.  As you did, you heard the metal door open and boots hitting the stairway above.

“I understand you’ve been trying to reach us.”  You heard Ketch’s stoic voice.

“Where’s my brother, Ketch.”  Dean asked, his tone civil, but measured.

“Why, he is at the BMOL headquarters.  He is perfectly fine.”  Ketch replied.  You could see him hovering over the railing as you stepped into the room.

“Let me talk to him then.”  Dean demanded.

“Afraid I can’t do that.  It will spoil the experiment.”

“What experiment?”  You asked, stepping forward and attracting Ketch’s attention.

“Hello, Y/N.”  Ketch replied, completely ignoring your question.  He had that same smug grin he always had when he looked at you and you felt yourself shiver a little.

“Ketch, I’m really not in the mood for games.  What are you people doing to Sam?”  You glared up at him.

“I told you.  Sam is fine.  We just need to keep him for a little bit longer.”  Ketch’s voice was a little more forceful than you would have liked, but he still maintained his civility.

“Look you….”  Dean growled.

“Ah, ah, ah” Ketch interrupted.  “There is no need to avoid niceties here.  I only came here because you wouldn’t stop that incessant calling.  Now, I’ve told you where you precious Sam is and that he is fine.  What more could you possibly want?”

“I want my father back, you son-of-a-bitch!”  You heard your son’s voice exclaim from the doorway and you turned to see him scowling up at Ketch.  Ketch turned his head, a smirk on his lips at the audacity of the small child before him.

“Oh look.  It’s the littlest Winchester.”  He said, stepping to the side to get a better look.  You stepped in his line of sight, shielding your son behind you as you did.  Your hand placed on his shoulder to keep him behind you.

“Don’t even think about it.”  Dean snapped at him.

“Fine. I can see that this was a pointless trip.”  Ketch said and turned to leave.  Dean made a move toward the stairs to try and stop him, but Ketch pulled out his gun and pointed it at you.  “I don’t want to hurt her, but I will if you take another step.”  He told Dean.

You could see Dean fuming, but he didn’t make a move.  He would have easily risked his own life without a second thought, but he couldn’t let anything happen to you or Johnny.  Ketch smirked smugly at him before turning and walking out of the door to the bunker.  As soon as he did, Dean raced to the door and you grabbed your son into your arms and took him back to his room.

Dean came back inside, cursing at the fact that Ketch was nowhere in sight.  He walked down the hall to make sure you were okay.  You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your son back under the covers and sitting up against the pillows.

“You sir, have been hanging out with your Uncle Dean too much.”  He heard you say as he walked in the door. 

“Sorry about that.”  Dean said.  You just shook your head to tell him not to worry about it as you tried to hide a smile.  “And you….that was dangerous.  What were you thinking?”  Dean added, turning his attention to Johnny.

“That I wanted to be brave like you and Daddy.”  Johnny told him, tears in his eyes.  “You guys do dangerous stuff all the time.”

“Well, we are older.  You’re just a kid.”  Dean said and Johnny crossed his arms and glared defiantly at Dean.

“I’m old enough.”  He argued.

“You know where he gets that from?”  Dean pointed at you.

“Not the time, Dean.”  You said, using the same ‘mom voice’ you used when you were trying to keep your patience with your son.  Dean relented and walked back out to the library.  You rubbed your eyes and pressed your fingers together at the top of your nose.

“I’m going to go out there and talk to Dean.  You stay right here in this room, no matter what.  I mean it.”  You told him.  Johnny looked down and nodded.

“Yes ma’am.”  He promised and you walked out, once again shutting the door behind you.

You saw Dean pouring a glass of whiskey when you stepped into the library.  With a deep breath, you sat down in one of the chairs and he placed a glass in front of you too.  You smiled and took a sip, the burning sensation running down your throat.

“You okay?”  Dean asked and you shrugged.  You felt exhausted and tense with worry, but you didn’t really have the words to tell him that.

“What are we going to do?”  You managed to ask.

“I just called Jody.  She’s on her way with Clare and Alex.  The girls can stay here and watch Johnny while the three of us go get him.  I figured you wouldn’t want to stay behind on this one.”

“You figured right.  Thanks, Dean.”

It wasn’t long before Jody stepped into the bunker, Claire and Alex closely behind her.

“Hi, honey.  How are you doing?”  Jody asked, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.  You felt yourself relax just a little as you held her tight.

“Hanging in there.  Thanks for coming.”  You responded.  Jody pulled back and smiled.

“That’s what family’s for.”  She said, simply and you reached out to greet the girls. 

It still amazed you that Sam and Dean had such an extended ‘family’ that had welcomed you with open arms.  You didn’t have much family growing up, and when Sam had met you after a Vetalla killed your father, you never expected to find so much love in the world they lived in.  After 7 years of being with Sam, you thought you would be immune to it, but it still surprised you every day.

“Is Johnny awake?”  Claire asked, excited to see him.  She and Alex loved when they got to babysit for you and Sam. 

“Not right now.  I’ll wake him before we go, but I don’t want him to hear any more than he already has.  I don’t want to worry him.”  You answered. 

You knew he would be thrilled to see his favorite sitters and it would take away some of the anxiety he would feel over you and Dean leaving, but you would never leave the bunker without saying good-bye.  It was a promise you and Sam made a long time ago, and neither of you had ever broken it.  You weren’t about to start now.

You and Dean showed Jody all of the maps and plans that you had gotten from Sam’s computer and the three of you determined a general location of where you believed the BMOL headquarters to be.  After loading a few things in the impala, you went to your son’s room to wake him up and tell him good-bye. 

He ran into the main room of the bunker at the thought of seeing Claire and Alex, his sadness and worry momentarily forgotten, much to your relief.  It made it easier to say good-bye to him, kissing him on the forehead and squeezing him tightly before he bounced back to the girls.

You spent most of the ride in the back seat, staring out of the window at the passing fields rush by.  You felt Dean glance back in the rear view mirror at you a couple of times, but he let you be.  The miles ticked by and before long the three of you were staring at the compound in the distance.

The three of you stashed the impala, and covered the remaining distance on foot.  The dark helped to cloak you and you were able to sneak into a tunnel that led to the main chamber without being detected by the guards outside of the building. 

Dean dropped down into the main chamber room, a little surprised that no one was there.  He waved to you and Jody to let you know the coast was clear and you followed.  Leaving the main chamber, you and Jody took a right down the shortest hallway, and Dean followed the longer one to the left.  You lost sight of Dean at the end of the hall, when you and Jody turned to follow the line of rooms at the end of the hallway.

The first couple of rooms were just set up with cots and a dresser for BMOL members, the third obviously belonging to Mary.  You nodded to Jody, who stood guard while you stepped inside.  You glanced around, but didn’t see any sign of her, or any information on what had happened with Sam.  The two of you continued further down the hall until you came to a locked door.

“This has to be something.”  Jody whispered.  You held your gun a little higher, aiming down the hallway to give Jody an opportunity to pick the lock.  You heard the lock snap open and she pushed on the door, revealing Sam sitting in a chair, tied down to prevent him from leaving.  As soon as the door opened, an alarm sounded throughout the bunker.  You and Jody exchanged a quick look of panic, and jumped in, shutting the door behind you.

“How did you get here?”  Sam asked, concerned as you removed the straps restricting his movement.

“I’ll explain everything later.  We have to find Dean and get out of here.”  You answered.  Sam stood up and before you could move to check the door again, he pulled you to him and kissed you hard.

“I’m glad you are here.”  He breathed and you smiled.  You almost forgot about everything going on around you in that moment.

“Okay, you too can continue this later.”  Jody encouraged forcefully.  You almost laughed at her, but you knew she was right.  After peaking around the door, all three of you ran down the hall back toward the main chamber.

As you rounded the last corner of the hallway, you saw Dean fighting with two men you didn’t recognize.  Sam immediately jumped in to help his brother, followed quickly by you and Jody.  With the four of you, it only took a moment to subdue them enough for you all to jump back into the tunnels.  You could hear the commotion behind you, but Dean set an explosive near the door to the tunnel and set it off, preventing anyone from following.

It felt like none of you breathed again until you were in the impala and speeding down the asphalt.

“What did they do to you?”  You heard Dean ask from the driver’s seat.  You glanced up at Sam’s face as he held you tightly to his side, his arm wrapped around you.

“They were testing this mind altering technique.  They kept saying that they wanted to know if it would be different on me since I had demon blood in me.  Man, I was just some kind of freaky lab rat.”  Sam told him. 

“What about your mom?”  You asked him.  Sam just shrugged.

“I never saw her.  Ketch told me that they were leaving on a hunt and that she had left ahead of him.  I don’t know how true that is.  I never saw him again.”  He answered.

“What are we going to do now?  What if they come back?”  You asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“We fight.”  Dean answered.  “We may not have any other choice.” 

“I don’t trust these people at all.”  Jody added.  “If you guys decide to fight, count me in.  All you got to do is call.  I can guarantee you that there are a lot of other hunters that would feel the same way.”  She promised.

“We may have to take you up on that.”  Sam told her.  “For now, I just want to hold my son, tuck him into bed, and curl up with my wife.”  He added, practically whispering the last part in your ear.

“Sounds like a perfect night to me.”  You told him, stealing a quick kiss before you heard groaning from the front seat.

[box-of-roses]

As You Wish

Pairing: Dream x Reader

Warnings: Small spoilers for The Princess Bride

Reader: Gender Neutral

Words: 327

For their weekly movie night Y/N had picked The Princess Bride, they hadn’t seen it in a long time and were yearning for some nostalgia, there was a bowl of skittles placed to the right of Y/N as they cuddled into Dream’s side during certain parts they talked with the characters which made Dream smile fondly and rub shapes on one of their arms.

“When I meet him I will say Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father prepare to die.” A big smile was on their face and god did he just want to kiss them because of how cute he thought the whole thing was. He would gladly listen to them quote the movie if it meant they were happy and he got to see that huge smile on their face.

After the movie was finished they went to bed and Dream had an idea that he thought would make them smile.

Small kisses were placed on his face to get him up in the morning and he would gladly wake up to it every morning, his arms wrapped around Y/N and held them closer to him. “Get uuuuppppp!!!! I want to get breakfast.”

“As you wish.” He winked and Y/N rolled their eyes, even though they thought it was sweet it was still cheesy and he deserved to be teased for it.

“What are you Westley?”

“You’re the one who compared me to him yesterday.”

“Yeah cause you’re both simps and this just furthers that.”

“I will gladly simp for you have you seen you? Heard you speak? Seen the smile that you get on your face when talking about something you’re passionate about?” They placed a hand over his mouth and shook their head getting out of the warm comfortable bed.

“Silly boy.”

“Your silly boy.” He was basically this emote ‘:D’.

“Just get dressed so we can get breakfast.”

“As you wish!”

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we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.). 

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears. 

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him. 

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect. 

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.  

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table. 

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo. 

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind. 

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways. 

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward. 

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses. 

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?" 

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!" 

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor. 

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three. 

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.  

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips. 

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.  

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are." 

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?" 

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." 

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.  

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that." 

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!" 

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone. 

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again." 

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!" 

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.  

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius." 

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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