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downthe-f4ndom-rabbith0le · 1 year

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The Way Back Home (Spencer Reid x Reader) - Prologue

The Way Back Home (Spencer Reid x Reader) - The Prologue Word Count: 4001 Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Warnings: major angst, major fluff, mentions of murder, crime scenes, near-death experiences, slow-burnish romance, death, canon violence, rape, swearing, guns, knives, prostitution, canon cuteness of the team. Spoilers: Maeve's death, mentions of previous cases or canon events from seasons 1-10.

Spencer and you have an unspoken connection with one another. Nothing has ever happened between you two, especially since everything went down with Maeve, but your love has grown and overcome and is now clear as day to everyone. However, just when Spencer builds up enough courage to ask you out officially, you're requested on an undercover mission that halts your budding relationship in its tracks.

Months go by without a word from you until bodies of prostitutes start showing up in New York and the BAU is brought in to help. Spencer and you finally reunite as both your cases collide, but your lives and your love are both on the line now.

Will you and Spencer be able to find the way back home this time?

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You released a tired, relieved sigh as you and the rest of the team exited the elevator and walked back into the bullpen. You'd just landed back after a week in Utah chasing a serial killer who turned out to be a mormon. He killed in the name of burning out the false children of God from humanity - literally. The Unsub managed to burn six innocent people alive before they apprehended him.

'I cannot wait to go home for a hot bath and a good glass of scotch,' Rossi said, rubbing at the kink in his neck from the sleep home on the plane.

'Ditto,' Alex said. 'James is home for the weekend, and he has promised me some home made pie that I am very much looking forward to.'

You smiled as you reached your desk, the echo of the others adding to the conversation of what they were looking forward to when they got home warming the usually busy room as they passed you. A sense of comfort and relief washed over you as you placed your go-bag on your desk. Hearing all your friends' voices back in the office after a mission was never a guarantee, so you relished every time you heard them, regardless of the conversation.

You looked up when a figure entered your peripheral vision, and that comfort and warm feeling spread further through you when you saw who it was.

'What about you, Y/N?' Spencer said by way of greeting, a soft smile gracing his own tired features. 'What is waiting for you at home on this fine Friday evening?'

You paused to think about it for a second, a content smile tugging at your lips at the thought. 'Well, unless I've been robbed in the last few days, I will be enjoying a nice glass of moscato while I order pasta from the restaurant below my apartment, and snuggle in with my book that I've spent literally months trying to finish,' you said dreamily, the thought of good food and good wine and a good book sounding almost too good to be true. But Garcia had informed the team before landing that no new cases had been submitted and so you had the weekend to yourselves.

'That all?' he asked, amusement dancing on his lips.

You chuckled, shaking your head. 'I know. First Friday night home in DC in a while and I am choosing to stay at home instead. The utter shame of it all.'

You both laughed, and it pleased you to see his amber eyes light up after the long week you'd had.

'I didn't mean that as a bad thing,' Spencer said, brushing a stray curl from out of his eyes. Even though it was the shortest length it'd ever been, some rogue curls still managed to dangle out of confinement every once in a while. 'What book are you reading?'

'Don't laugh at me, but... The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.'

Spencer's brow furrowed curiously. 'Why would I laugh? I love Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's work.'

You shrugged, casually leaning against your desk as you crossed your arms. 'I know, it just seems a little silly that a federal agent is reading some old detective stories.'

'Actually, Doyle was one of the forefathers of detective fiction, as he brought in the concept that the science of deduction isn't just physical evidence but psychological observations. He created a space where all the sciences we know today can help in solving crime, and actually paved the way for more psychological avenues to be taken more seriously in academia and law enforcement. If you think about it, without Sherlock, you and I may not have our jobs as profilers right now.' Spencer paused when he realised he was rambling, and despite your soft, encouraging smile, he saw the tired blankness in your eyes.

Spencer licked his lips before speaking again. 'What I'm trying to say is... I don't think it's silly at all.'

You nodded your thanks although you knew you didn't need to. 'So what about you?', you asked in return. 'What will entertain Dr. Spencer Reid on this "fine Friday evening"?'

His words repeated back to him kept the smile on his face, more importantly the life in his eyes. But he began to fiddle with the strap of his satchel bag, and you couldn't help but notice he slightly swayed. Like he was nervous or something. It was cute.

He was cute.

You forced the rising heat in your cheeks to stay underneath the surface to not give away your embarrassment or your inner thoughts. Thoughts you'd been having since the day you'd met him six years ago. Thoughts that you'd suppressed so as to not interfere with your work, and then later so it wouldn't ruin your hard-built friendship.

When he told you about Maeve, you'd had mixed feelings. Of course, you'd been ecstatic for him that he'd found someone he could be himself with, and even more so when he disclosed to you that no one else knew about her - just you. But you couldn't deny the twinge of sadness that pulled at your heart knowing that that someone he could be himself with wasn't you.

But you hadn't hesitated, hadn't faltered when he'd needed a shoulder to cry on when Maeve was killed. Once he decided to open up and accept help, you were first in line to help keep the young doctor afloat in his sea of grief and loss.

It's been over a year since Maeve's death now, and while she would always remain important in his heart, he had, for the most part, moved on, slowly getting back to be his usual, quirky, logical self.

The past year and a bit has only brought you two closer together, and as much as you have tried to hide how amazing that makes you feel, you've had plenty of conversations with Penelope and others on the team about finally asking the boy wonder out. It's not like you didn't want to, but if Maeve was his type of girl, you just weren't sure you were what Spencer was looking for in a romantic partner. Besides, you were happy with your friendship.

It was by far the most precious relationship you had aside from your family - why ruin it?

You quickly realised you'd both been silent for a while, Spencer still not having answered your question yet. 'Spence?' you prompted gently.

The cute doctor managed to grasp his satchel strap fiercely and ground himself back in the present. 'R-Right. I too have a book at home. The one you got me for my birthday, actually.'

'Oh yes!' The Shining Girls by Lauren Beukes. You'd been hooked from the first line, and by the time you finished, all you could think about was how much you thought Spencer would enjoy it. So you instantly wrapped up your own personal copy and waited for Spencer's birthday to roll around. You never told him it was yours, you just hoped he didn't notice the slight bend in the spine or minuscule tears in some pages from you flipping them too quickly. 'I've been meaning to ask you if you enjoyed it or not. I just assumed you'd read it already.'

'We've just been so busy with cases lately. I haven't had time to even consider picking it up.'

You rolled your eyes. 'Come on, we both know you could've finished that book on one of our plane rides.'

He shrugged, eyes dipping for a moment before landing back on you. 'I know. I guess... I just wanted to give it the time and attention it deserved,' he settled on, and the honesty in both his words and his eyes threatened to steal your breath.

A silence that rested between comfortable and awkward settled upon you two. This had happened many times in recent weeks although you weren't quite sure why. Regardless of your hidden feelings and the tragedy of Maeve, neither of you lost your comfortability with one another.

'So... we've both got book dates tonight,' you said in an attempt to break the silence. The rest of the team was still chatting just a little away from them, but it felt like it was just the two of you sometimes when you talked.

'Well, actually, maybe...' Spencer started, and his fingers were twitching again. 'I was wondering if maybe you'd want t-to bring your book over and... join me, tonight.'

The request wasn't an unusual one. In fact, you'd conducted your own mini book club between the two of you on plenty of occasions. Mainly because you both found out you were the kind of people that liked your personal time and space, but didn't like the thought of being completely alone. This wasn't new, but it warmed your heart all the same at the gesture.

'That sounds great, Spence!' you said heartily. 'Give me half an hour and I'll be around at yours-'

'Actually,' Spencer interrupted, 'I was thinking we could grab some dinner together first. You know, like at a restaurant or some place you can sit in at.'

'...Like a date?' you asked softly, breathlessly. The words just kind of slipped from you before you even contemplated how they would affect Spencer. It just felt natural and right.

Your heart pounded like a jackhammer between your ribs, but you were more concerned at what expression Spencer would pull in the next five seconds.

To your relief, he smiled that small little smile of his that spoke volumes of his insecurity but also of his genuine intentions. 'Yeah. I guess it is like a date,' he finally replied.

Oh my goodness. He was nervous. His words were rushed and higher-pitched in tone. but you still managed to understand him, as well as what dinner implied.

A half-smile pulled at your lips. 'Dr. Spencer Reid,' you began softly, half-scared, half-excited to speak the words you'd been holding back for so long. 'Are you asking me out on a date right now?'

At your words, his anxiety seemed to disappear, as he stopped fidgeting with the satchel strap and took a daring step closer to you. 'I guess I am.'

You couldn't stop it now, the smile of pure joy you'd been holding back from splitting your face open. After years of suffering silently, of repressing the truth, it was all worth it for that one question.

'So what do you say, SSA Y/N L/N,' he quipped cheekily. 'Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?'

The answer was right there in the tip of your tongue, almost spewing from you, when your name was called out across the bullpen for all to hear.

The globe of silence and serenity that had built around Spencer and yourself suddenly shattered as you both, alongside the rest of the team, turned to Hotch standing in his office doorway. But while you all looked at him, his hard gaze was honed in on you.

'L/N,' he called again, having your attention now. 'Can I see you in my office, please?'

You looked between him and Spencer, unsure who to answer first. In the end, you were still technically on the clock so you nodded at your boss and said, 'Sure, I'll be in there shortly.'

'This can't wait, I'm sorry.'

It was the seriousness and discomfort in his voice that caused you to throw aside your personal agenda, giving Spencer an apologetic look before quickly making your way through the bullpen, up the stairs and into his office. You tried not to look at your team too much as you did, but you felt their gazes on the back of your head nevertheless.

They were just as confused as you were, then.

'Close the door,' Hotch instructed gently, to which you obliged. He pointed to the seat on the other side of his desk. 'Have a seat.'

'Everything okay, Hotch?' you asked, taking a seat in the chair. 'Oh no. Did I make an error in one of my reports again?'

'No, nothing like that,' he reassured you, which didn't help your already built up worry. For a moment, it was just you two sitting in his office in silence; you waited for him to explain his mysterious actions, while he seemed to struggle to find the right words.

He never struggled to find the right words.

You leaned forward in your seat, worry furrowing your brow. 'Hotch. What's wrong?'

'Nothing is wrong, so to say,' he insisted, but his frown remained. 'I've just been in contact with your old unit chief from Organised Crime. They believe there is an underground operation being conducted by gang leaders in Manhattan that involves the transporting, selling and purchasing of girls and women in the prostitute industry.'

'Okay,' you drawled out, more confused than ever. 'What has this got to do with us?'

'It doesn't,' Hotch answered immediately. 'Just you. Your old unit chief wants you back to go undercover in the case.'

'What?' You stood up from your seat instead of shouting, but goodness it took all your strength not to. 'Why do they need me? They have a whole squadron of agents to choose from.'

'They want a profiler to help them find out who these people are first, then go undercover and become part of the operation's inner circle and report back to them,' Hotch explained, although his tone displayed his displeasure in saying so. 'Y/N, you have more experience in undercover missions than anyone else on this team, even before you joined us as a profiler.'

You knew his words to be true, but the reality of it all was an ever-growing weight on your chest. 'What they are asking, Hotch, could take weeks, months even. Those kind of people will not trust so easily,' you tried reasoning with him.

You couldn't help but look through the blinds to your team still standing and talking outside in the bullpen. To Spencer, who had joined the team since you had left, but just looked at the window as if he could find out what was going on behind the glass and blinds if he looked long enough. It broke your heart to think you wouldn't see him for months, maybe even years.

Because that was the thing with undercover missions. Once you assumed the life of someone else, your old life became non-existent. That meant no contact with anyone outside of the case as a safety precaution.

That meant no talking to Spencer, or anyone in the BAU, until the case ended. Or unless you were killed, in which case you wouldn't be able to do a lot of talking anyways.

You turned back around at the sound of Hotch standing from his seat and coming around the desk to speak directly in front of you, no walls to hide behind. 'You know I wouldn't be asking if I hadn't tried to change their mind first. But even I can't argue that you are the best agent for the job.'

You nodded your understanding even if you hated to admit he was right. 'I guess it's not one of those jobs that I can decline, is it?'

Hotch shook his head regrettably. 'Head Chief requested for you personally. You've already been taken off the roster here at the BAU so you're not disturbed by other cases.'

Hearing that was just rubbing salt in the wound, and you hated the burning feeling of tears rising at the back of your eyes. You were already gone from here, like a ghost that didn't realise she was one to begin with.

Hotch's hand rested heavy on your shoulder as he comforted you. 'We can discuss your return to work when your mission is over. You will always have a place with us, Y/N.'

You attempted a smile, but it was strained as you tried to force back tears. You wiped at the strays that dribbled down your cheeks, pulling yourself back together before speaking again. 'All right. How long do I have before I am expected in the Big Apple?'

'There's someone waiting for you at your apartment already. They'll take you to their headquarters when you're done packing tonight.'

You sucked in air as you felt your whole world tilt unstably. Tonight. You had to leave tonight. Again, you found yourself seeking out Spencer through the half-closed blinds.

'So what do you say, SSA Y/N L/N? Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?'

You bit your lip as you blinked your tears away, trying but failing to ignore the cry of your heart as its strings were pulled harshly. 'Tonight?' you asked in the hope you'd misheard.

But no such hope existed, unfortunately.

'Yes,' Hotch said, that one word the final nail in the coffin of your impending suffering. 'I'm sorry. This goes without saying, but don't mention any of this to the team as you leave. Only myself and Section Chief Cruz will know where you are and the details of your mission.'

You huffed out a joyless laugh. 'Hiding truths from a team of profilers is like playing poker with a mirror attached to your face,' you said, and you didn't bother to hide your displeasure and sadness when you did. 'They're going to ask questions, and they will find out the truth eventually.'

'Let me worry about that,' Hotch said gently, letting go of you and leaving a cold mark where his hand once was. 'You've got bags to pack.'

'Right.' You sucked in a few deep breaths before making your way to the door. tears burned at your eyes again but you couldn't let the team see you like this. You couldn't let Spencer see you like this.

Because you had a job to do. And you always finished a job.

Before you could open the door handle, however, Hotch stopped you once more. 'Y/N.'

You looked at him, forcing an expression of blankness and indifference. 'Yes, sir?'

He must've seen your inner struggle, as he offered one of those genuine smiles of his that were oh so rare. 'We'll see you when you get back,' he said.

It wasn't a promise or a done deal, but it was the most hope you could ask for right now. So you smiled your thanks, nodded your goodbye, and opened the door back into the bullpen.

Immediately, all eyes set upon you and the room grew quiet. Your first instinct was to cry, then to run, then to blurt everything out because you hated keeping secrets. But you remembered what had just been said, and you whipped a bright smile onto your face to hide your despair.

'Don't you guys have homes to go to?' you asked cheerily, walking down the stairs as casually as possibly. You would've bee-lined for your bag, but if you moved too quickly they would suspect something. 'I recall hot baths and scotch were awaiting most of us, are they not?'

Thankfully Rossi took the bait, and picked up his go-bag in a huge huff. 'The lady is right. I spend enough time with you people as is, I am not wasting anymore not drinking and soaking.'

'Soaking in what? The bath or scotch?' JJ asked, also picking up her go-bag to make her way back to the elevator.

The group devolved into laughs and other jests, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you picked up your go-bag and followed them. Before you could though, a gentle call of your name halted you in your tracks, out of both politeness and frozen fear.

'Hey,' Spencer started, looking between you and Hotch's office. 'What was all that about?'

'Oh, uh, nothing super important,' you said, scrambled as you words were. 'Just a paperwork issue. Again.'

He broke out in smile that set your heart aflutter despite your inner turmoil. 'You know, you really shouldn't do paperwork on the plane when you're tired if you're just going to make a mistake. You're better off leaving it to the morning when your brain and body has rested enough to comprehend what the paperwork is asking of you.'

'Well sorry if I don't want to do a mountain of paperwork when I come back into the office,' you countered, grateful for the playful distraction as you made it over to the elevator. The others were just piling in when Spencer halted you again.

'So...' he dragged out, eyes flickering between you and teh floor nervously, '...what do you say?'

'To what?' you asked.

'To dinner. You didn't have time to give me an answer before.'

Shit. Your voice failed you now as you grasped at words - any words - to tell him. Your heart screamed yes, but there was someone waiting for you back home. A home you wouldn't be visiting for who knows how long.

Capitalising on your gaping mouth, you forced out a yawn and feigned covering it up out of embarrassment. 'Oh my goodness, sorry about that. Um, actually, now that you mention it, I am pretty beat. I'm just... going to go home and sleep it off if that's all right.'

It pained you to see his smile drop at your words, to see the hope leave his beautiful eyes at your rejection. And you knew you shouldn't say anything or make promises you couldn't keep, but you couldn't just leave him with no hope.

'Maybe next week sometime,' you offered, hoping your smile could bring some of that light back. 'You know, you've never tried the Italian Restaurant under my apartment before. We could go there. On me.'

Instinctively, you reached for his hand, relishing in the warmth it held and brought into you. To your relief, he didn't pull away. Instead, you got your smile back, and a little light returned to his eyes. You were kind of glad you wouldn't be around when the light left him completely.

'Okay,' he said softly, surprising you with a gentle squeeze of your hand in his. 'It's a date.'

'Yeah,' you replied, trying and failing to push aside the fluttering sensation his words gave your heart. You were only prolonging not only your pain, but his.

Selfish. So selfish.

'Come on, you two,' Derek called out from the elevator. 'I can't hold these doors open forever. Savannah will kill me if I miss our dinner reservations.'

You both quickly made it in to the elevator before Derek let them close on you, and then you were caught up in the chaos that was your team. You weren't sure how you got onto the topic of what scotch goes best with what foods, but you didn't care. It made you happy to know they never let the weight of a dark case get in the way of living their own lives to them fullest.

You all reached the car park and before you could make a run for your car, Spencer called out to you. 'See you Monday, Y/N!'

You turned back around to face not only him, but Derek, JJ, Penelope, Alex, and David as they all slowly went for their cars too.

You caught yourself staring at them, taking their happy faces in one last time before you left them behind. Hotch said you'd always have a place with the BAU, but you weren't sure how long this mission would take. And if you'd be replaced by then.

You forced a smile onto your face and waved them farewell. 'Yeah, see you then.'

You hated the bitter taste the lie brought to your mouth, but you managed to keep it together long enough that you got in your car and drove out of the car park without any more issues. That's when the tears came.

You wouldn't be there next Monday, and were not getting that date with Spencer next week.

It hurt you more to think that you may not get that date at all.

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davincsoo · 2 years

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Lita was my first BL. I’ve been obsessed for weeks and now I’d like to move on and watch more. If it’s ok can you just recommend a few to me pretty please. Ones that will make me want to watch them over and over. Thank you.

Hi lovely~ I will absolutely recommend some to you, as well as provide you with a link to where I've watched them.

Thai BL's:

Until we meet again - This is a really good attention keeper, very cute, but it touches heavy on su*c*de and trauma related to. It is intense when you come across it, but it doesn't take up the entire series. (Small spoiler: you have to watch them to understand the rest of the show because of it's importance.) Just take care around those scenes. It also involves (another small spoiler but nothing to ruin the series for you) the red string of fate and reincarnation. It sad, but so cute in the long run. It really worth the watch, I promise.

Between us - This series is a side story to Until we meet again, and if you want to be in a constant state of emotional messy and infuriatingly horny, this... This is the series for you babe. There really isn't a summary of the show that I can give you without giving you more spoilers of UWMA. So I would suggest you watch UWMA first because then you'll understand Between us. But I PROMISE that it is SO MUCH LESS SADDER than UWMA. Like the only crying you'll be doing is over how fucking annoying they leave you hanging on some of the episodes (it's still ongoing rn, but should be finished by the time you get to it) and how horny your ass will be because they ARE NOT DELIVERING ENOUGH. (I'm so sorry that I'm not normal about this series.) There is also a series of clips that they haven't put into the show that you can watch here. I haven't watched them yet as I just discover them lmao, but I'm sure they are worth it.

Kinnporsche the series - This is a really good series if you are into the mafia boss shit. It starts of kind of slow, but picks up within 20 minutes? I basically summarised it for you with mafia boss lmao. It does come with some warnings: subtle SA with the main pairing (doesn't happen as often as it does in the novel trust me... I've read it [shivers from the war flashbacks]), and (i'm spoiling but I need to warn so you can prepare yourself) SA toward the ending of the series (can't remember the episodes rip) some stockholm syndrome bullshit, brief Su*c*de attempt... Jesus this is really off-putting for a newbie, but PLEASE! It has really great characters ad it's super funny more than angsty. Just give it a go, I promise it'll be worth it. You can send me anon hate if you disagree.

Cutie pie - This series is about an arranged marriage, but wait don't leave PLEASE. LISTEN... It is so fucking adorable and cute and I just cannot express to you why you must watch it in word form, so please take these gif spoilers as reasons why you should.

JUST LOOK AT THAT AND THIS

just please please PLEASE watch it for the love of god. (my ass is so not normal. sorry if you were looking for someone sane this bitch is not that.)

Korean BL:

Choco Milk Shake - This series is about a cat and dog long since passed that come back in human form because their owner called for them. And my fucking god it is the cutest fucking series and you'll love it it because I love it.

I haven't watched much, so I will update this with anymore recs I have in the future. But please, my ask box is open if you want to talk with me as you watch as well as my dm/pm's. I would love to hear your thoughts on these!

#anon asks #anon replies #series recs #cutie pie the series #until we meet again #between us the series #choco milk shake #kinnporsche the series #i was the worst person to ask for series recs #im so sorry lmao

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scarefox · 3 years

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Since I recently saw a few people looking for BL dramas from GMMTV on illegal sites, I just wanna let you know they are OFFICIALLY FREE on youtube on GMMTVs youtube channel already provided with english subtitles for international fans. All different genres.

I’ll send you right to the playlists of the (imo) best shows on there (if you scroll a little you might find trailer in there too):

Not Me

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Bad Buddy (BL with GL side couple)

The Eclipse

He’s Coming To Me

Theory of Love

3 Will Be Free (m/m/f polyamory)

Vice Versa

Moonlight Chicken

Only Friends

Dangerous Romance

Last Twilight

Honorable mentions that are not GMMTV but also on yt:

Lovely Writer

1. Cutie Pie, 2. Naughty Babe

Dear Uranus (taiwanese GL)

GAP the Series (thai GL)

A First Love Story (short, 2 parts)

My Engineer (worth it for Ram & King)

1. Until We Meet Again, 2. Between Us (cut version)

My Only 12%

Love from Outta Space (short movie but cute)

Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Soul

HIStory 3: Trapped

HIStory 3: Make Our Days Count

HIStory 2: Crossing The Line

Choco Milk Shake

Laws of Attraction

I Feel You Linger In The Air

The Sign

Ok, I decided to extend this list to BL / LGBTq dramas on streaming sites (still official, free no login needed):

Semantic Error

Old Fashioned Cupcake

You’re My Sky

Manner of Death (if vip try vpn to unlock)

Utsukushii Kare / My Beautiful Man

Kieta Hatsukoi / My Love Mix-Up!

Color Rush

A Man Who Defies the World of BL

You Make Me Dance

To My Star

Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice but to Kiss!

1. I told Sunset About You, 2. Last Twilight in Phuket, 3. I Promised You the Moon

Depending on your region you might need a vpn set to Thailand / Japan / South Korea / Philippines, but for me sitting in Germany it works without vpn. Earth VPN or Urban VPN are good addons for Chrome.

Sometimes the subs don’t show on we.tv just reload the page then.

Some shows cut versions are free. Their uncut versions are usually on payment streaming sites with vip membership like iQIYI, Viki Rakuten, we.tv, GagaOOLala, ch3+ / Ch3Thailand. Uncut usually contain longer ‘bed & kiss scenes’ but sometimes unfortunately also cut bits of plot since they are shortened for asian TV channels or because of yt guidelines.

Regarding Trigger Warnings pls check for yourself. MyDramaList works good for that with their tags on the shows pages (click on “Vote or add tags” it will show all tags but also spoiler tags which are marked red) !! don’t read comments on MDL for your own good cause they are toxic af in there !!

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Sex, Drugs and...Tacos {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, masturbation, dub-con due to drug usage, planned drug usage and prior sexual consent, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, body image issues, anal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), sex toys, anal sex, double penetration, cream pie

Comments: SEX POLLEN!!! Dieter is whining that no one wants to have sex with him and you haven’t ever had an orgasm with a partner. Dieter suggests that you get high to relax, ecstasy to help you loosen up and allow yourself to get out of your own head. You agree to that and ask your boss to help you out with this. His normal dealer is out of the drug he asked for, but promises what he’s delivering is exactly what you need.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Dieter flips down on the sofa and scowls dramatically, a pout on his handsome face. Even when he is unkept, which is 98% of the time when he’s not on set, he’s handsome. Even with the stupid earring he wears and the ratty bathrobe he loves. “No one wants to have sex with me.” He whines, rolling his eyes over at you in an almost pleading way. “Find someone for me?” He begs. “I’m bored and horny.”

You roll your eyes at him as you sit on the other side of the sofa. Your laptop on your lap as you finalize his schedule for the month. You have to plan everything, even his meals, otherwise Dieter will go off the tracks and do whatever he wants. He went missing for six days last year during a movie shoot and was found in some brothel in Barcelona. Drugged and sexed up to his eyeballs. “Just smoke some weed and jerk off. You’ll be fine.” You tell him. Your working relationship with him has always been very direct. He hates fake, so he wants you to say what you think, even if he doesn’t always like it.

“I did that yesterday.” He complains, looking down and rubbing at a mystery stain on his beige shirt. What the hell had he gotten on himself? He picks it up and sniffs, smelling tomato sauce and cheese. “Oh yeah, pizza rolls.” He murmurs before he drops the fabric and scratches his head. “Seriously, there’s gotta be someone who wants an orgasm.” He bites his lip, getting an idea. “How about your friend? The one you said was a fan? Maybe she - was it a girl? Maybe they want to have sex?” He gives a shrug, not really concerned about who wants to have sex, just that they want to have sex with him.

“He loves your acting. You…not so much. He’s seen your antics and doesn’t agree with your egotistical ways.” You remember laughing when Dylan said that. “He said you’re cute but an asshole.”

Dieter tilts his head, “a cute asshole he wants to fuck?”

You shake your head, “no. He has a boyfriend too. Can you just call up a brothel? Get them to send someone over?” You suggest, not wanting to drag an innocent fan into his messy life. You know he’d woo them and act like he wants them to be with him before he fucks them and drops them. It’s what he always does. The amount of NDAs you’ve had to file.

Dieter rolls his eyes and huffs. “No, I don’t want a hooker.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. He wants someone to fuck him because they want him, not because of payment. It’s fun sometimes but he doesn’t want to get Charlie Sheen’s reputation. “Just want to make someone cum and feel good. Plus getting off myself, of course.”

You snort, “what makes you so sure you make them cum?” You ask, tilting your head as you slowly close the laptop before setting it down on the coffee table that is permanently dusted with coke.

“Oh they do.” He smirks, thinking of all the times he’s made men and women scream his name.

“I’ve never orgasmed during sex.” You reveal bluntly.

Dieter’s jaw drops. “Never?” Shaking his head in disbelief. “No way, there had to be one time- never?” You nod and he narrows his eyes at you. “What kind of people are you sleeping with?” He demands, knowing that for all his bad habits, he at least tries to make sure everyone enjoys themselves. “I mean, they eat you out before and you cum right? Or after?” He declares. “That’s what you mean, right?”

Chuckling softly, you shake your head. “I- I’ve only - I’ve only ever orgasmed from masturbation. I can’t - there’s too much going on in my head and I can’t relax. I’m too anxious about how I sound, how I look. I don’t want them to be turned off. So I just - I fake it.” You admit, your face feels like it’s on fire but you look down at your lap so he can’t tell how embarrassed you are.

Dieter frowns, hating your description of why you can’t cum during sex. “First, sex isn’t supposed to be pretty.” He tells you, scooting closer and leaning back at the ceiling so he can get the balls to suggest the next part to you. You are amazing and he doesn’t want you to quit because he’s crossed a line. He’s asked you to have sex a few times but just quit after you turned him down. “It might help if you took something to relax beforehand. Loosen you up and make you not worry about anything but how you feel.”

You look down at him, his eyes focused on the ceiling. “Such as? Plus who is gonna want to fuck a woman who can’t give explicit consent? If I’m high, they will say no. Shit. I don’t know. My vibrator does a good enough job.” You chuckle softly, unable to stop yourself from reaching down to run your fingers through Dieter’s hair. You sometimes have intimate moments like this, heart to hearts, because you know his acting skills also apply to his therapist and these moments are when he is truly open.

“Ecstasy would be a good one.” He hums, closing his eyes and practically purring when you scratch his scalp. He loves when you play with his hair and he leans over so you have a better angle. Reminding himself of a cat begging for belly rubs, he snickers. “Do it with them, so you know- prior consent.” He reasons. “Someone you trust. I would offer, but you’ve turned me down three times.”

You bite your lip at his words, “because you sleep with models, actresses and hookers and I’m - well, I’m not behind the camera. I’m just your assistant. Nothing special. Just a normal woman.” You sigh, continuing to scratch his scalp before you twirl his hair around your finger.

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” He pops an eye open to frown up at you. “I never have any expectations of partners, except that they're willing.” He reminds you. “But I can get you the drugs, and you can find someone to show you how good it can be.”

You ponder his words for a few moments, knowing that what you’re about to say will change everything. “What if…what if you could show me how good it is?” You ask softly, lowering your hand from his hair so you can concentrate on his reaction.

His other eye opens and he cranes his neck, twisting it so he can see you better. “Seriously?” He demands, half afraid that you are messing with him. Except you look nervous and you never look nervous around him. When you bite your lip, Dieter nods quickly. “I- I could do that.” He agrees. “Call my guy, get the pills and you and I can just- do whatever you want.” He promises. “I like pleasing my partners.”

You nod, stomach twisting with nerves and you wonder if he will even remember this tomorrow. You pat his hair, grabbing your laptop once more. “Guess I better book that waxing appointment I keep putting off.” You chuckle, keeping your eyes on the laptop screen.

Snorting, he shakes his head, “don’t do that for me.” He huffs. “I don’t give a shit what the jungle looks like.” He grins and shoots you a wink when you look over, “just call me Dieter the Explorer.”

You roll your eyes and snort, trying to not laugh at the shockingly bad joke. “Fine. You want a bush, you get a bush.” You nudge him playfully. “Let me know when you get the goods, I gotta go and get your lunch.” You stand up, stretching out after you set your laptop down, and you don’t notice the way his eyes trail down your body. “Be back soon, boss.” You say as you go to grab your purse.

“Fuck.” Dieter exhales when you walk out, digging for his phone. He’s always wanted to sleep with you, always. It was one of the reasons he hit on you the day he hired you, now he wants to make sure this is perfect. Opening up his contacts he selects the name Barney and quickly listens to the phone ring. “Dee!” Scott, the real name of his supplier, is happy to hear from him. Dieter spends a lot of money with him every month. “What you need, my man?”

Dieter chuckles. “I need some X.” He tells him, “got a friend who wants to relax while having sex. Never came from actual sex, wanna show her a good time. Maybe some viagra, too.”

“Never came from sex? Jesus, what kind of assholes is she sleeping with? You gonna show her a good time alright, my man.” Scott chuckles, remembering the one night he and Dieter messed around when he came to pick up some coke late at night.

“I’m hoping to. Listen, I’m thinking about getting it ASAP. Any way that can be done without me leaving my house?” Dieter asks, knowing Scott will have it delivered if he needs it. He spends enough for the fucking Amazon of drugs.

Scott hums thoughtfully, rifling through the supply he had on hand. “I’m outta X, man, but I’ve got something better.”

Dieter perks up, always interested in something new. “Oh yeah?”

Scott chuckles, holding up the little baggy with ten pills in it. “It’s like X on steroids. You won’t need the V, you’ll be hard for hours and fuck like rabbits.” He promises. “Two hundred bucks and I’ll get you ten pills in an hour.”

****

You return about an hour later just as a car is speeding away from the house and you frown, wondering what Dieter has ordered now from his extensive list of contacts. You carry his lunch into the house along with his laundry and the scripts the studio called about earlier - updated for the requests Dieter had made. "Lunch boss!" You call out as you walk into the kitchen, setting everything down on the counter.

“Okay!” Dieter bounds into the room like an over eager pet greeting their own, waving the baggie over his head. “I got it!” He cries happily. “Guaranteed to make you relax and enjoy the things I’m gonna do to you.” He had been setting up his bedroom, getting out lubes and lotions; toys if you want them.

You frown, eying the baggie in his hand. “What is it?” You ask, knowing he doesn’t buy anything but the purest shit but you want to know before you take it.

Dieter gives a small shrug. “He didn’t give me the name. Just said it was X on steroids.” He tells you with a grin. “No need for viagra to keep up when you become addicted to my cock.” He winks and shakes it again. “Wanna do it after lunch?”

You hesitate for a second, not one for taking drugs. You’ve experimented during high school and college but with Dieter, you’ve always needed to be sober. You know Dieter wouldn’t give you anything bad so you nod. “Sure. I got you that “vegan” burger you like.” Smirking as you know it’s not vegan - he pretends to be vegan but the man loves a hamburger.

“Good, I’m starved.” He smirks and saunters over towards you, cocky now that he knows he’s going to be able to touch you. “And after the burger, I’ll get to eat.”

You swallow harshly at his words, unable to believe your boss is going to fuck you. “Better get lunch over with then.” You smirk back, turning away and swaying your hips as you walk back towards the kitchen, intent on eating your own lunch while he gulps down his meal. “You are going to realize that not every woman can orgasm from sex.” You quip over your shoulder, “maybe your infamous ego will be taken down a peg or two.”

Dieter smirks, smacking your ass as he hurries to walk beside you. “Did you say pegging?” He jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“Just eat your damn burger, Bravo.”

Dieter wolfs down his burger, enjoying the act of eating even if he barely tastes it. Too busy concentrating on what he’s going to do to you. He wants to make it amazing. “I’m thinking oral first.” He tells you, swiping a fry through ketchup. “Do you want a toy too, or just my fingers? You just want your pussy eaten, or your ass too?”

He acts like this is the most casual conversation ever and it both horrifies and amuses you. “Hmmmm.” You hum, dipping your own fry through the ketchup. “Just your fingers. No toys. Wanna see what you can do.” You smirk at him before you pop the fry into your mouth. “As for my ass, I’ve never had a man do that. I don’t - I don’t know how to answer.” You confess, averting your eyes from his.

Dieter shakes his head and gives a rough chuckle. “You’ve been fucking douche bags.” He decides, leaning back and watching you look everywhere but him. “Sex is messy, and fun and it feels fucking fantastic. Sex should make you immediately eager to do it again right after you get done.” He reaches for his sparkling water. “At least you’ll feel that way when I’m done. Drink some water, you need to hydrate.”

You pick up your own water, swallowing down a few mouthfuls. “We will see. Who knows? I could be your exception.” You tease, gathering up the wrappers from the food. Once it’s all cleared away, you bite your lip and you wipe your hand along your jeans. “So…are we going to do this?” You ask softly.

Looking over at you, Dieter lifts his brows. “This is only if you want to do this. And if there is anything you don’t want to do, you let me know.” He says seriously, pulling the baggie out of his pocket and offering it to you. “We are both supposed to take one.”

You nod, “I’m open. I just- I want to experience pleasure for the first time.” You tell him as you hold your hand out, taking a pill before you pop it under your tongue like Dieter tells you to. “Let’s see if this works.” You say, not feeling anything yet.

Grinning, he takes a pill himself and pops it into his mouth. “Why don’t we start undressing?” He asks, happy that he had showered and put on moderately clean clothes this morning. Stepping closer, he tucks the baggie into his pocket and takes your waist. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, like he hasn’t already gotten permission to fuck you.

His hands on your waist make you shiver and you nod, leaning closer to him. He meets you halfway and you tentatively press your lips to his. He is surprisingly slow, not harsh, as his lips move against yours, no sign of tongue yet. Like he’s not in a rush. Usually, most of your lovers would have been undressing you by now, their tongue halfway down your throat.

He feels a tingle in the back of his throat, making him hum, but he doesn’t try to hurry you along. The best thing to do is to let you open up when you are ready. Instead of grabbing your ass or your tits, he caresses your back, as if he was soothing you, still keeping his lips to yours. Even as his cock starts to stir and swell.

You like how gentle he is, your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer, and you whimper when his groan vibrates into your mouth. You’re starting to feel overheated but you ignore that, focusing on Dieter and the way his tongue gently slides against yours after you open your mouth.

Groaning into your mouth, he inhales, breathing you in while he never takes his mouth away from yours. He’s starting to feel the effects of the pill. The punch-drunk almost fuzzy blanket that settles over his mind and yet his scalp is on fire where you are tugging on his hair. It’s not painful, it’s delicious and he wants more. His hands slip under your shirt and he groans again when he feels your soft skin hot under his palms.

You moan when his fingers trace along your spine. Everything feels heightened. His touch makes you feel like you’re on fire in every spot his fingertips discover. Your lips hover against his when you both need to breathe and you tug on his hair, feel your panties dampen with your arousal. “I need more. I want - I want to - shit. I’m so hot I need to get out of my clothes.” You confess, suddenly feeling like you're burning up.

Dieter nods, eager to feel air on his skin too. “Let’s strip down, baby.” He moans, squeezing your back and letting go before he is quick to start pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it down on the floor. “Need help?”

You smile, “I think I can take my shirt off, Bravo.” You reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to expose your lace bra and the swell of your tits. “God, still so hot.” You moan, kicking off your shoes before you work on your jeans, shoving them down your legs with a sigh of relief.

“Yes, you are.” Dieter itches to touch you again, scrubbing his palms down his baggy sleep pants where they are already starting to tent. “Fuck baby, you’ve got such a sweet ass.” He moans when you turn around and reach for the remote to turn on the fan. “Can’t wait to bite it, slap it, fuck it.” He groans and kicks off the pants.

You giggle, suddenly feeling relaxed as you turn the fan up. “Want you to do that. Do all of it.” You moan, shifting to press yourself against him again. “God Dieter, always wanted to do this.” You confess, your tongue suddenly loose as you caress his chest.

“I know.” He’s cocky, grinning at you for a moment before it shifts into something more sincere, wanting. “I’ve wanted this too.” He murmurs, shuddering at the feeling of your hand on his bare skin. “Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk.” He moans quietly.

Your cunt clenched around nothing at his loud moan and you scratch your nails along his nipples, making him moan louder. When his hands grab your waist, you moan too. “Shit. Why does that feel so good?” You ask, your stomach now twisting with a little bit of pain, almost like it’s not enough for him to be touching your waist.

“Has to be the drugs.” His cock is throbbing now, feeling the precum building up and leaking out of the head as he bends down, unable to resist taking your nipple in his mouth. It’s like he had to taste you. Even if that was his plan all along, his mouth is suddenly dry and all he can think about is suckling on your tits as if you were going to feed him.

You gasp, his mouth feels like molten lava on your skin and it’s so good. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing him more into your chest. “Oh God. Yes. That - that feels so good!” You whine, arching your back into his mouth.

Dieter moans and suckles even harder, loving how you are responding to his touch. Closing his eyes and holding tight to you. “So good baby.” He hums as he finally pulls off you with a loud pop and smacks his lips. Your breast is covered in his spit and he cups it, tweaking your nipple playfully.

Your whine echoes and you whimper his name. “Please. I- I need - I need more.” You aren’t sure what exactly it is that you need but you know you need it now. You reach down to squeeze his hard cock, swiping your thumb over the beautifully cut head to gather up his pre-cum on your skin before you slide it along his length.

The sound Dieter makes is obscene, loud and lusty, his hips jerking forward and his grip on your breasts tightening. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, closing his eyes and reminding himself that he needs to focus on you. Although the heat curling in his stomach is getting even more intense. Making him feel like he needs to be buried in your cunt to extinguish it. “Fuck, I - I need - lay down.” He orders, wanting to see the pussy he’s going to fuck.

You huff as you reluctantly let go of his cock. “Gotta - your bedroom.” You pant out, stepping away from him but you grab his hand to practically drag him to his bedroom. “Fuck Bravo. You really got it ready.” You chuckle breathlessly at the array of toys and lube on display on his dresser.

“Wanted to make sure you have what you want.” He wraps his arms around you and squeezes your tits from behind and slides a hand down onto your panties. “What do you want? Any of them? The lube?” He hums in your ear, biting on your earlobe.

You lean back against him, your body feels like it’s on fire and you are desperate to feel him, all of him. “Just you. You and the lube. Gonna need it with how fucking thick your cock is.” You confess, your filter is completely gone as the drug overtakes you.

“It’ll fit.” He promises, smirking against your ear and his fingers slide through your curls to circle around your clit. “And you're gonna cum all over it. Soak it with your cum and cry out my name for everyone to hear.”

You gasp, his finger on your clit is the most pleasure you’ve felt in a while. “Yessss.” You hiss, hips bucking into his hand as he rubs your clit a little harder. “Maybe. Maybe after I cum on your cock we can add in the toys?” You suggest, turning your head to kiss along his neck. “Maybe have you and the toy inside of me. I need - I need your fingers inside of me.” You order.

“Anything you want.” Dieter’s cock throbs against your ass as he slides his hand lower and pushes two thick fingers inside your astonishingly wet cunt. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet.” He groans as you mewl his name.

You moan, clinging to his forearm as he works his fingers in and out of your cunt. “I- I’ve never been this wet. Fuck, that feels so good.” You pant, sweat now beading on your brow and you’ve not even done anything. Just this simple touch has your body overheating and you kiss Dieter’s jaw. “I have never cum from this.” You confess, knowing that no one has made you cum.

“You’re going to.” He promises, grinding against your back and groaning at the relief that he feels. Curling his fingers before he starts to pump them in and out of your tight cunt while his thumb presses against your clit.

“Oh shit.” You choke, your head tilted back against his body as he works you closer to an orgasm than anyone has managed before. “Fuck. Dieter. Oh fuck. I’m gonna - you’re gonna make me - oh shit. Oh shitttt.” You squeal, clamping down on his digits as he works you through the first orgasm you’ve ever had on someone else’s fingers.

“Good girl, oh fuck, good girl.” He feels like he’s about to cum in his pants, kissing and biting along your neck while he works you through your orgasm. Stopping only when he is ready, pulling his dripping fingers out of your cunt and holding them up for you to see. “See that, baby?” He coos. “Want to see that on my cock, on my face.”

Your chest heaves and you’re shocked that he just made you cum on his fingers. “Then you’d better fuck me, Dieter. I’m clean. Have an IUD. I want you to fuck me.” You order, spinning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his, immediately sliding your tongue into his mouth. It’s almost like you are going to die if he isn’t inside of you as soon as possible.

He shudders, fingers digging into your ass and gripping it tightly while he thrusts against your belly. Smearing your skin with his precum and groaning into your mouth before he pulls away. “You want me to tuck you full of my cum then lick it out of you?” He asks, twitching at the idea and another little spurt of precum splashes against your skin.

You whine, nodding as you nip his jaw, lifting your leg over his hip in an effort to get even closer to him and when his hard cock nudges your clit, you practically sob in relief. “Yes. Yes. God, I want that. I want you to - to make me cum. I want you to ruin me, Bravo.” You plead.

“Not so doubting now, are you?” He teases, guiding you back towards the bed and smirking as he pushes you down to reach for your panties, “fuck.” He huffs, seeing your cunt and the springy curls that cover you. “Look at that pretty little pussy.”

You are a little self conscious that you haven’t gotten waxed but he seems to love it. “You aren’t - it’s a jungle. I’ve had men tell me they didn’t want to go down on me because I wasn’t waxed.” You admit, biting your lip as your insecurities threaten to overwhelm you.

“Then you were fucking little boys.” Dieter curls his lip and shakes his head. “A bare cunt makes me want to check their ID, make sure they’re legal.” He doesn’t let you stay too self conscious, spreading your legs and sliding his hands up your thighs before he kneels on the bed. “I know you are all woman.” He coos, flicking his index finger over your clit.

You gasp at both his words and his touch, every nerve end feels like it's on fire as he works your clit with his finger. "Shit Diet - please. Do something." You beg, knowing he has to be aching by now. You reach out to wrap your fingers around his cock, gently pumping him as he looms over you.

“Shit.” He hisses, bucking into your hand and throwing his head back while you pump him. “Gonna fuck you.” He promises, falling forward onto his hands and nudging his hips forward as you guide him to your slick entrance. “Okay, gorgeous?”

You nod, “please. God, fucking do it.” You beg, your skin feels like it’s about to burst into flames. You moan his name when his cock nudges your clit and you notch him at your entrance, eyes rolling into the back of your head when the girthy head of his cock pushes into you, already stretching you out.

He’s in fucking Heaven. Eyes fluttering halfway closed and nearly panting at how good it feels. Scott had been right, it’s like X on steroids. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He hisses, rocking his hips shallowly and working his cock slowly deeper with every tiny motion. “Jesus, it’s so good it hurts.”

“It’s so good. So good.” Your head tilts back against the mattress as you close your eyes. You can’t believe how fucking good this feels. You’re not worried about how you look, if he can see your stretch marks, if your tits look saggy from this angle. None of those usual insecurities are in your mind as you focus on how his cock feels inside of you. “Oh shit. Those goddamn drugs are - are so making this incredible.” You confess, knowing it’s also because it’s Dieter.

He grunts, working himself into you until his hips are flush against yours. “God.” He drops his head and presses his forehead against yours. “So good baby.” He murmurs, throbbing inside of you. The heat in his stomach is burning and he needs to move. “Let- let me move.” He begs, knowing that you might not be ready for that yet.

You exhale shakily, feeling his cock in your stomach with how damn deep he is inside of you. “Please baby. Move.” You plead, lifting your legs up to rest on his hips and you caress his shoulders and upper arms, gripping them when he pulls his hips back before pushing back into you. “Fuck.” You cry, unable to believe how good it feels.

Biting his lower lip, he concentrates on keeping a steady rhythm, knowing that he could blow his load if he wasn’t careful. You’re so fucking tight and every nerve in his body is stimulated with the most intense pleasure ever. “Fuck.” He huffs, grinding deep before he pulls back for another thrust. “Feels good, right?”

You nod, unable to look away from him as he rocks into you slow and steady. "So good." You nod before you remember that when your thighs are hitched up like this, you can see the way your stomach rolls are pronounced and you reach down to cover them with your arms.

Growling, Dieter grabs your hands and pulls them to the softness of his belly, hanging down as he hovers over you. “Feel.” He huffs, snapping his hips into you harshly to make your tits bounce. “Not perfect, don’t want perfect.” He leans down and bites your bottom lip, twitching inside of you. “Don’t give a fuck what jiggles or rolls.” He rasps out. “Fucking hard for you.”

His words make you gasp and you press your lips around his, wrapping your arms around his neck to get even closer to him. “You feel so good. Make me feel so good. Never - never had a lover make me feel like this. I’m so wet for you, Diet. Never been this wet.” You confess, listening to the squelch of your cunt as he pushes into you.

He changes the pace, instead of slowly grinding into you, the swimming effects of the drugs makes him crave a harsher pace. Snapping his hips down into you and making the bed creak every time he drills deep and bottoms out inside you. “G-goo-ood” He pants, eyes rolling back when you squeeze around him and grunts through the next thrust, barely able to move much from the vice grip you have on his cock.

"Oh fuckkk." You cry out when he hits deep and his pelvis grinds against your clit from how close he is. You moan loudly, so fucking close to cumming. For the first time ever, you might be orgasmining from sex. "Yes. Yes! Oh shit. I'm gonna cum. Dieter. I'm gonna -" You cut yourself off with a squeal when you clamp down on his cock, squeezing him impossibly hard as you cum.

“Shiiiiiiiiit.” Dieter growls, clenching his teeth together as he rocks you through the first orgasm you’ve had on a man’s cock. Your cum is soaking him, enveloping him the wet heat and making the thrusts even louder when he slams back into you again. The first pain shoots through him, feeling his scrotum ache with the need to cum. To empty himself deep inside you cunt. “Fuck, fuck baby, you came, you- you soaked my cock like a good girl.”

You cling to him, your cunt squeezing him with the aftershocks of your orgasm as he seeks his own high. “Cum. Please. Cum inside of me.” You beg, kissing his jaw. “Please Dieter.” You plead breathlessly, your eyes opening to look at him.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He pants out, wishing that he could last longer, make you cum again. He wanted to see how many times he could make you cum but the need is too great. Hard, deep strokes fill you until his pace falters, stuttering before he thrusts deep. Burying his cock and whining out your name still hot ropes of his seed spurt out to paint your walls.

Your nails dig into his skin at how good it feels for him to fill you up. You kiss along his jaw as he rides out his high and you whimper when the fire that was extinguished seems to ignite even more, making you gasp out. "Shit. So - so hot. I need more." You cry, burying your face in his neck.

Dieter might have cum, but he’s still harder than a rock. He groans, and nods, continuing to rock into you. Pushing his cum out with every new thrust and he shifts his weight so he can reach between the two of you. His thumb finds your clit and he starts to rub it. “I know, I know you need to cum again.” He pants. “Fuck, I’m still hard.”

You love it, moaning when he thrusts deep, uncaring of how his cum is pushed out of you. You whimper his name as his thumb works your clit. "Yes. Yes. God Dieter. Gonna make me cum again." You pant, your body is on fire and the flames burn brighter than before.

“Good.” Dieter pulls out of you and slaps your hip, settling back on his haunches. “Turn over.” He orders you, wanting to fuck you from behind and watch your ass bounce while you take him. He wants to see his cock pounding into you. “Let me make you cum fucking you doggy.”

You shift onto your knees, reaching for one of his pillows so you can place it under your stomach as you shift forward onto your elbows. "Make me cum, baby." You order, wiggling your ass as you look over your shoulder at Dieter.

Growling, Dieter bends down and bites the meat of your ass playfully and makes you shriek in surprise. “I’m gonna make you cum. Gonna watch my dick fuck into you until you scream my name again.” He promises, shuffling forward and quickly pushing inside you again.

"Shit." You hiss at how deep he is inside of you. Your breath leaves you in a deep exhale when his hips press against your as. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." You plead, your fists clenched as you yearn for him to move.

That’s all he needs to hear. Leaning over you, he bites down on your shoulder before he starts to wreck you. Gripping your hips harshly while his cock plows into you, deep and hard with every punishing drive of his hips.

His harsh thrusts have your screams of pleasure echoing off the walls of his bedroom. "Yes! Yes! Oh shit. Oh shit!" You squeal, "fuck baby. It's good. So good." You pant, eyes squeezed shut as he rams into your pussy.

“Fuck.” Dieter hisses, loving the loud slap of his hips against your ass and the way your back bows every time he hits deep inside you. “Fuck yes, so fucking sexy. Feels so good.” His hand swats your ass.

When he slaps your ass, you squeal again, his cock feels like it's punching your guts but fuck, it's so good. "So good. Never - never felt like this. I - shit Dieter- it's so good. So fuck- fucking good. More. Need more." You try to grind back onto him.

Grabbing your shoulder, he bends you over even more, pushing your upper body down into the bed. Needing to just frantically fuck into you. Bending over with you, changing his thrusts from long and hard, to short punches of his cock, only drawing his hips back a few inches before he’s slamming back into you.

"Fuck!" You cry, unable to say or do anything but let him wreck you. The slaps of your skin echo through the bedroom and you swear you're about to black out. Your entire being feels like it's on fire and you are practically sobbing from how good he feels inside of you. "I'm gonna cum again. Oh God. Gonna cum again." You breathe out.

“Do it.” Dieter spreads your cheeks wide and his thumb presses against your puckered hole, letting your cheeks close around it while he holds it there. “Cum, fuck, cum.”

The feeling of his thumb pressing against your asshole has you clamping down on his cock, sent over the edge, and you cry out his name. “Yessssss.” You squeal, soaking his cock even more, coating his lower stomach with your cum. Something you’ve never done before but he was hitting something devastating inside of you.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” His eyes widen and he looks down at where you are dripping down onto his bed. “Holy fuck, baby, you squirted.” He murmurs in complete awe. His rhythm slows down while he takes in the sight and enjoys the feeling of your wildly fluttering walls around him. “Have you- could you do that by yourself?”

You shake your head frantically, eyes still closed as your orgasm fades. “No. No. Never. Fuck.” You pant, legs shaking and finally they give out as you slump onto the bed over the pillow beneath you. “Oh God Dieter. It still fucking burns.” You sob, cunt clenching around nothing now that his cock fell out of you.

His hand wraps around his cock and he starts pumping himself. “I- I know.” He moans, closing his eyes at the pressure around his cock. He needs to cum himself. “Turn over.” He orders, wanting to bury his tongue in your cunt. “Come on- I just- fuck it -” He doesn’t wait, just leaning forward and plunging his tongue into your fluttering cunt while he continues to jerk off.

You cry out when his tongue plunges deep, curling into your soaking wet walls and you grip the bed sheets. “Shit. Oh that feels good.” You moan, still so sensitive from your prior orgasms. “Can you- I want you to suck my clit and - and finger my ass.” You reveal, needing more from him.

Moaning, he pulls away from your hole. “Fuck, you’re so dirty baby.” He coos, letting go of his cock so he wet his fingers in his mouth. “Knew you would be such a dirty little thing.” He circles your puckered hole before he flattens himself against the bed and latches onto your clit. His neck is at an awkward angle but he doesn’t give a shit, grinding against the bed as he starts to push his finger past the tight ring of muscles.

When his finger pushes into you, you moan into his sheets, your fingers nearly ripping them from how good this all feels. The fire subsided for a moment, you rock back against his mouth, reaching behind you to spread your ass wider for him as his finger pumps into you while he sucks on your clit.

Dieter hums, loving the sounds you make and the way you push back against his face. He’s grinding against the bed, practically humping it as he pumps his finger into your ass and pulls back to add a second, wanting to stretch you out.

You moan loudly, feeling the stretch of his fingers. Paired with his lips around your clit, it sends you even closer to yet another climax. “Fuck baby, I want you inside my ass. Please make me cum and then I want you to fuck my ass and I want a toy in my cunt.”

He can’t answer, can’t let go of your clit. Instead he sucks harder, plunging his fingers deep and scissoring them to make sure you are good for him. The idea of fucking your ass and having a toy buzzing inside you through the thin wall is nearly enough to make him cum.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh shit. I’m gonna - oh ohhhhh.” You scream, squeezing his fingers and soaking his chin as you cum. The fire briefly extinguished and you swear you feel like you’ve run a marathon at the same time you feel like you can keep going.

Straightening up, Dieter can’t take it. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he pumps furiously with hard, fast strokes. Gasping out your name and groaning loudly when he cums, spurting ropes of cum over your ass and back as he works himself through his next orgasm.

You pant when he paints you with his cum, looking over your shoulder at Dieter and his cock is still hard in his fist as he relaxes after his orgasm. “Shit. That stuff still has you hard as a rock.” You shift, shuffling around on your hands and knees so you can take his cock into your mouth, lapping up the drops of errant cum while he rides his orgasm.

Choking out a moan, Dieter’s hips push forward, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your tongue on his cock. “Y-yeah.” He pants. “Can’t-can’t fucking believe it.” He confesses, normally done after cumming twice but he feels like he needs to cum again. “Pick out a toy.” He orders you, even as he rocks his hips. “Need to- need to be inside you.”

You reluctantly pull off of his cock, shuffling off of the bed on shaky legs to try and find the toy you want. You spot a vibrator similar to your own with rabbit ears and grab a bottle of lube before you carry them back to the bed. “This one. Want this one in my pussy and you in my ass.” You tell him, shuffling closer so you can press your lips to his, needing to taste him.

His tongue slides against your lips and he groans into your mouth. “Okay.” He pants, taking the toy from you and sliding it into his own mouth to wet it. Licking the dildo and coating it in his spit. “How do you want to be?” He asks, cock twitching again and he knows he isn’t done cumming yet.

“I want to ride your cock and you can push the toy into me.” You tell him, wanting to his face when he cums next time. He nods, shifting to lay down on the bed and you reach for the bottle of lube, nervous for anal but excited too. You coat his cock, making him moan as you pump him before you dip your fingers into your ass with a soft whimper. Shifting, you notch his cock at your puckered hole, slowly, so slowly, sinking down onto him.

“Oh fuck.” Dieter hisses, grabbing your hip and stopping you for a second. “Take your time baby. It’s gonna be hard for a while. Don’t hurt yourself.” As much as he wants to be buried in your ass, he doesn’t want to hurt you. From your reaction, you haven’t done much anal. As good as your holes feel, he’s not gonna risk your health and well being for a quick nut.

You nod, your thighs aching as you try to hover over him, exhaling shakily at the slight burn of the stretch. You inhale deeply and try to work his cock deeper, focusing on the stretch as you sink onto him, slow and steady.

He rubs your hip with his thumb, encouraging you with soft coos. Watching you take him inch by inch and trying not to twitch too much inside you.

You whimper, working him inside of you with slow rocks of your hips until finally, he’s fully inside of you, your ass pressed against his thighs. “Shit.” You moan, closing your eyes at how fucking huge he feels inside of you.

“Doing so good.” Dieter gasps. “Look at you. Taking all of my dick in that tight ass of yours.” He bites his lip and moans when you clench around him, picking up the toy and turning it on before he presses it to your clit, wanting you to relax some before he pushes that inside you.

“Oh fuck. I feel - shit. I’m so full.” You pant, eyelashes fluttering before you open your eyes to focus on him. “Fuck me.” You beg, starting to rock your hips once you’ve adjusted to being stretched out. You brace your hands on his chest, starting to work yourself on his cock as he holds the toy steady for you.

He groans, loving how desperate you are, matching how he feels. Dieter grips your hip with his free hand and plants his feet on the bed, shifting up to lift both of you up off the mattress while his cock surges even deeper inside you. “Oh fuck.” He chokes out, shuddering at the feeling of the toy vibrating through the thin wall separating them.

“Oh God. This feels so good. So fucking good. Baby. Oh shit.” You whine, staring down at him as sweat beads on your forehead. “Never - never felt this good. Ever. Never - never came before you. You’re so good. So fucking good.” You ramble, moaning his name again.

He can’t take all the credit, a lot of it was the drugs. Just allowing you to crawl out of your mind and just experience sex with nothing more than the momentary self doubt. “So fucking good.” He agrees breathlessly. “Gorgeous and sitting on my dick. Imagined this so many times.”

“Yeah?” You ask, watching him as he closes his eyes when you bounce a little harder and faster. “Me too. Me too. You’re an asshole but Goddamn I’ve imagined fucking you far too many times.” You reveal, rolling your hips before you bounce again.

You chuckle breathlessly, “yeah. Who happens to be an asshole. It’s okay. You’re an asshole with a big cock.” You wink before the toy presses against your clit. “Shit. Oh God. It’s too much. It’s - I feel so hot. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby.” He begs. “So fucking sexy when you cum, you look so sexy” he promises, bouncing you a little harder on his cock. “My little cock hungry porn star.”

You practically shake above him, the vibrator hitting just right and you whine when he thrusts up and his cock hits deep. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna - I’m gonna - DIETER!” You wail, soaking the toy and clamping down on his cock.

Whining, he lets go of the toy and starts to frantically fuck up into you. Grunting and panting while he tries to work towards his own orgasm. “Fuck baby, so tight.” He whimpers

“Cum for me Diet. Cum for me.” You plead, leaning over so you can press your lips to his. “I want to feel you fill my ass up. Please baby. Cum for me.”

He groans into your mouth, tongue tangling with yours and the needy little ball inside him snaps. Driving his hips up and pulling you down on his cock, Dieter moans your name against your lips, pulsing as he fills your ass.

You sigh, finally feeling like the fire has been extinguished. “Shit baby. That was - wow. I’ve never - I feel - I’ve never cum like that. Ever. God baby. It’s so good.” You kiss along his jaw as he works himself through his orgasm.

Dieter chuckles and sighs, relaxing into the bed as he comes down from his high. “I think you came a few times.” He murmurs playfully, sliding his hand around your body to squeeze your ass. “All you needed was to relax. And you look fucking gorgeous during sex. Wanted to record it. Keep it to jerk off to.” He has no doubt that this was just sex and you probably aren’t going to sleep with him again, but it was the best sex he’s ever had.

You giggle, “that’s the actor in you. Those pills you got. I’ve never felt anything like that. Wow. It was - wow.” You are a little dumbstruck. “Maybe…maybe we could do that…if you want to do this again.” You bite your lip as you lean back to look at him.

Dieter hums, grinning up at you and nodding. “Whenever you want.” He promises. “That was- fuck, it was amazing.” He admits eagerly. “I just hope that it was everything you imagined it would be.”

“It was. It was incredible. Thank you, Dieter. Thank you for showing me pleasure. For showing me how I should be treated. I would like to try it without the drugs. Just the two of us. I think you’ve created a monster. I crave orgasms now. You’ve shown me how it should be and I want more. I want you, Dieter. I want to fuck you over and over again.” You peck his lips before you rest on his chest. “Thank you for everything.”

Dieters fingers slide along your spine, happy to let you rest on top of him. “It was my pleasure.” He teases. “After we can peel ourselves off the bed, we should clean and order some DoorDash.” He suggests, knowing both of you will be starving after that. “We can talk about the next time over a shower.” His soft cock twitches slightly, still buried inside you.

“Let’s do it baby.” You shift so his softening cock falls out of you. You turn to look at him, unable to believe you just let your boss fuck you stupid. “Tacos from that place down the street?” You ask Dieter who nods while grinning. “Sounds good. I’ll order them boss.” You lean closer to peck his lips against before you shift to stand on shaking legs. “Who knew I would have a boss with benefits?” You tease, making him roll his eyes while you walk into his bathroom to turn on the shower.

“Hopefully more.” He murmurs to himself, knowing you are the best high he’s ever felt and he’s not going to give you up. Dieter wants to keep giving you orgasms…hopefully for the rest of your life if you’ll let him.

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d4vynn · 2 years

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"Run away with me" | Venti

Contents: spoilers for Venti's story quest, gn!reader, fluff

Synopsis: He'd give you everything.

a/n: welcome home my skrunkly ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ) also idk how to write "poetically" please help

"Please, allow me to play you a song." Insisted the Bard, leaning against the windowsill. Green eyes sparkling with mischief, he hums a recognizable tune under his breath. Nimble fingers danced along the strings, similar to a feather dancing along the never-ending winds.

Admittedly, he was cute. Always visiting your humble bakery every afternoon to serenade you. It makes your heart beat--

"For a price of course~!" He tittered.

Scratch that, he's nothing but a con-artist. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his audacious display. "You can't win me over so easily, Bard."

The scent of baking bread and sugary frosting wafts through the kitchen, it smells like home.

"My dear baker," he sighed wistfully. "A Bard's performance costs much more than a slice of apple pie." He argued, hopping over the window sill.

"Then perhaps you could find someone who'd pay for it elsewhere." Ouch.

He gasped, feigning hurt. Placing a delicate hand above his heart, the Bard leaned back. "Your words cut sharper than any blade, my love."

"I'm out of apples, Venti." You chuckle breathily, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Your knuckle brushes against the curve of his cheek, to which he leans into. Delicately, Venti presses a light kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"Charmer."

He winks, pulling you into his body with a laugh. "Oh? So you admit I'm charming?"

The gentle tremor of your laugh causes his heart to flutter. Venti savors the feeling of your body pressed snug against his. The constant beating of your heart reassures him.

He can't help the feelings of adoration blooming within his little body. Especially when you press a kiss against the apple of his cheek.

"Run away with me." He speaks, unexpectedly pulling away. His face is shrouded in determination, so unlike his usual energetic self. "Run away with me, we don't have to go far. Just to Liyue and back- Inazuma or Sumeru if you want."

"Ven- Venti hold on, what do you mean?" You question, situating your hands to hold his soft cheeks. There's an urge to squish him, which you fight back desperately. "Why do we need to go anywhere?"

Venti stares back into your eyes, he can see the surprise swimming in them. "I want to show you the world." He answers simply, landing a chaste kiss against the tip of your nose.

He knows his request came out of the blue. But how could he help it? The overwhelming feelings he had for you just burst forth. He wanted to give you the world.

He wanted to show you, so when you inevitably left him, he could look upon those memories and never forget you or your love.

Though this body did not belong to him, he promised to give you all of him. Wholly and wholeheartedly.

"Silly Bard." You whispered, leaning forward to connect your lips together. His arms wrapped around your waist, never wanting to let you go.

You reluctantly parted, much to his dismay. But continued to hold his face in your delicate hands. "I already have the world in my palms."

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winchesterfanatic1967 · 4 years

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Seven Years

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,600

Dean goes to you at the end of Season 5 instead of going to Lisa Braeden.

Warnings- Spoilers from Season 1-5 so if you haven’t watched and don’t want to know any spoilers, not a good idea to read from here on out! :)

As he drove down the long dirt path from Bobby’s house, he was conflicted on what to do. Sammy is gone. He jumped into the cage and he wasn’t coming back. Cas returned to heaven, and he was left here alone. Sam made him promise to go find Lisa and try the apple pie life, but he chose not to. He didn’t want to disturb their peaceful life even more than he already has.

He drove for a while not knowing where to go or what to do until you appeared in his mind. He missed you so much. It’s been about 6 or 7 years since he last saw you. He decided then he was going to make the detour to your home. He was hoping you didn’t slam the door in his face.

With no turning back, he started the 5 hour drive to your home. He thought about memories of the two of you the entire way. You practically grew up together. John and your dad were friends and went on many hunts together. You were a little girl in pigtails when you met them. You were like a little sister to them.

He didn’t remember when it happened, but over time he fell for you. Every new hunt you tagged along on, every time he saw you he developed feelings more and more as the time went on. One night after having too much to drink the two of you slept together.

Unbeknownst to him, you had feelings for him too. The morning after was extremely awkward. He found out he took your virginity and he didn’t take the news lightly. After finding you and apologizing for lashing out, he told you the truth.

He told you how much you meant to him and his feelings for you. You then proceeded to admit your feelings too. After that the two of you became a couple. It was great for a while, until Sam left for stanford. Little did Dean and John know, you wanted a normal life too. After your father was killed by a werewolf you got your revenge by killing it. You wanted the apple pie life. You didn’t want to be a hunter anymore.

You knew what being a hunter meant for Dean. He loved the job. So you would never be able to ask him to give it up. He was too involved in it. One night after a huge blow out fight between the two of you, you packed your things and never looked back. A couple of weeks later, Dean received a letter in the mail from you. You sent it to Bobby’s house so he would definitely get it.

Dear Dean,

I know I probably really hurt you, and I can’t blame you if you never want to talk to me again. But hear me out. I don’t want to be a hunter anymore. I got revenge for my dad. The hunting life is just too much for me to handle anymore and I could never ask you to give it up for me. I still want to be in contact with you. If you ever want to talk to me again I’m going to leave you my address. Feel free to come by anytime if you need anything or just to swing on by for a beer. Remember that no matter what happens, I will always love you.

(The address)

-Love, Y/n.

That letter was in 2003. He’s not even sure if you still live there. He never responded to that letter. He was still too hurt to speak to you. You were his first true love and you broke his heart. If you slammed the door in his face he couldn’t blame you. He pulled onto the street next to a cute little house. He looked on the mailbox and read your last name on it. You still lived there and he was grateful.

Three firm taps on the door and there was no going back. He stood nervously with his hands in his pockets for about a minute before the door swung open and there you stood in your sweatpants and led zeppelin shirt with your hair in a messy bun.

“Dean?” You asked in shock.

God, you were as beautiful as he remembered. His heart fluttered in his chest as he didn’t know what to say. Every time he opened his mouth to speak he became tongue tied.

“Are you okay?”

“H-Hi sweetheart.”

“It’s been a long time De. What brings you by?”

“Um..you said I’m always welcome to swing by for a beer?”

“Of course...come in.”

He stepped inside, and looked around your small house. It was cute, it was very you. He followed you into the kitchen while you grabbed two beers for the two of you. He sat at the island while you took a seat next to him.

“So how have you been? How’s your dad? How’s Sam?”

He took a huge gulp of his beer before playing with the label. He tried to swallow the huge lump in his throat but he couldn’t. He looked at you with tear filled eyes letting one slip down his face.

“Oh De.” You say before standing up, taking him in your arms and the damn broke. His body shook as he cried into your shoulder, while you rubbed your hands up and down his back.

You didn’t know what happened or what’s gotten him broken up like this, but you can only imagine the hell he’s been through. He’s changed a lot since you last saw him. Hell it’s been seven years. His scruff grew out, he became more muscular, and the brightness to his green eyes was no longer there.

You ran your fingers through his hair like you used to do when he was upset. He melted under your touch and his breathing was calming down. “I’m sorry.” You heard him whisper to you and you shook your head.

“Don’t ever be sorry De. I don’t know what happened to you after all these years but I’m here to listen and comfort you as much as I can. Now let’s start from the beginning. What happened after I left?”

He took a deep breath, and let it out shakily. He pulled away from you and looked into your e/c eyes. Somehow looking at you made it easier to open up. He’s always been able to open up to you.

“After you left, I hunted with my father for a while. Sam was still at Stanford. Until one day he never returned home from his hunting trip for about three days and I became worried. He used to be gone all the time. But this time was different. He wasn’t answering my phone calls and I just felt in my gut that something was wrong. So I went to Stanford to get Sam’s help. Surprisingly he came along and didn’t tell me to get lost or to get dead. We killed a vengeful spirit together and dad left coordinates in his journal to another state. I figured he wanted us to meet up with him there but Sam wanted to stay in school. I dropped him off and not even 20 minutes later the dorm was on fire and his girlfriend was pinned to the ceiling.”

“Oh my gosh De..like the way your mom was killed?”

“Exactly the same way. By the same thing.”

“Poor Sammy..”

“Yeah, it’s been a rough seven years y/n…”

“I can’t even imagine..”

“Yeah..so anyway he was obviously angry and revenge driven. He wanted to find dad so we could get some answers. He was a mess for a long time y/n. He didn’t get much sleep because of all the nightmares and he blamed himself for not being home in time to save her. Of course I told him it wasn’t his fault but he didn’t believe me. In between all that we went on a bunch of hunting trips together. We tried calling our dad over and over again. It kept going straight to voicemail every time. We thought he was dead for the most part. But it turns out he wasn’t. He called us one day and said he was getting closer to finding the thing that killed our mother and Sam’s girlfriend. Turns out it was a demon. It led to a huge fight between the two of us and we went our separate ways for about a week. Until I was on a hunting trip and if it weren’t for Sam coming back for me I would probably be dead today.”

You were rubbing your hand up and down his back as he was telling you the whole story, your heart breaking more and more. You felt guilty, if you had stayed you could’ve been there for the both of them.

“So after we heard about a hunt in Chicago we thought it could’ve been the thing that killed our mother. The victims were all from Lawrence. We called our dad and said we had a lead. It turns out the whole thing was a trap for him. He showed up, we had a little reunion before we were attacked again. We were hurt, but we realized he’s vulnerable when he’s with us so we separated with him again for about a month. We heard about a fellow hunter named Danel Elkins' death. Our dad knew him and heard about it as well. We met up with him again, and he explained he was looking for a special gun that Daniel had. Well you knew our dad..never wanted to answer questions and expected us to go along with everything he said.”

“Sammy and him must’ve eaten each other alive.”

“Oh they did. I had to step in between them. After that he explained that the gun was named the Colt. That it could kill anything. That a bunch of vampires stole it from Daniel after they killed him,-”

“Wait wait wait. Vampires???”

He chuckled. “Yeah, a different story for a different time. But we found them, hatched a plan and we separated so we could kill their nest and dad could get the gun. After we killed the nest we went to help him against his orders. He got the gun, and realized we were stronger as a family so we decided to go after the demon together. A little bit after that, Sam got a really bad headache and had a vision of a family being killed exactly how our mother and Jessica had been killed. All year it had been happening to him. It started off as nightmares, then visions while he was awake. They were all coming true and we had no idea how or why.”

“Damn Dean..”

“Oh it gets better. A demon named Meg called our dad and said she wanted the gun. He told her we didn’t have it. They killed Pastor Jim and Caleb y/n.”

“What?” Tears filled your eyes. Pastor Jim meant a lot to you. Your dad dropped you off there numerous times when things got bad, and they got bad all the time.

“Yeah, I’m sorry sweetheart.”

You sniffled and nodded for him to continue. “She said she was going to keep killing all of our friends unless we gave him the Colt. So he agreed. But in reality he was going to give her a fake gun while we hunted the demon down the same night. We saved the family, but it got away. We tried calling our dad but he wasn’t answering the phone. Meg called us later and told us we were never going to see him again. We needed help, so we went to Bobby’s house. Meg showed up, and we had her in a devil’s trap. We started to exorcise her and she gave up info on where they were keeping our dad. We finished the exorcism and unfortunately the girl she was possessing died. They were keeping him in Missouri. We went there and found him. The entire time the demon that killed our mother and Jess was possessing him. Sam had an opportunity to kill him but it was possessing dad so we didn’t want to kill him too. Later on we were driving and we were hit by a semi truck off the road. We were all pretty hurt, but I was in the worst condition. Sam and dad made it out okay, but I was dying. A reaper was after me the entire time we were in the hospital. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to stay and help fight. Out of nowhere I was fine, and it was like I was never hurt in the first place.”

“What happened?”

“We’ll get to that part later. My dad came into my room, and he told me he was sorry for everything he ever put me through, for making me grow up too fast. He told me he was proud of me and to keep watching out for Sammy. I was really confused and he was starting to scare me. He never talked to me like this before. He whispered in my ear, “If you can’t save Sam, you’re going to have to kill him.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You ask in shock.

“I had no idea what it meant for a long time. After that, he died. Sam found him on the floor of his room and he was pronounced dead that morning. We gave him a hunter's funeral and we were so confused. He was fine one minute and the next he wasn’t. He was dead and the Colt was gone.”

“Oh my gosh De..I’m so sorry. You should’ve called me. I would’ve been there for you and Sam.”

“I didn’t want to bother you sweetheart.”

“You never would’ve bothered me. I told you in my letter if you need anything just ask.”

“I know, but you know me.”

“I know..what happened after that?”

“Well I worked on the car because it was smashed really bad in the accident. I was angry and devastated that my dad was gone. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he told me. I was out of my head in grief. I took my anger out on people who didn’t deserve it. We went on a hunt one day where the victims were claiming they saw a black dog before their death. Turns out they made deals 10 years prior and it was a hellhound coming after them to drag them to hell. I trapped a crossroads demon, and they were being a smartass of course. I found out my dad made a deal to go to hell for me to be alive in exchange.”

“Oh my god..”

He nods sadly at you. “Yeah...I was angry he did that for me.”

“He was a hardass but he loved you Dean.”

“I know.” he says softly. “Anyways, I finally told Sam what he said to me in the hospital, and he was pissed I didn’t tell him sooner. He disappeared and I finally found out where he was. We did our research, and it turns out he wasn’t the only one with psychic powers. There were other people whose parents died on their six month birthday. Other people with visions and seeing things before they happened. We were really confused on what it all meant and it wasn’t clear. Well it turns out, the demon had a plan. He wanted all the psychic kids to fight and only one of them to survive and lead a demon army battle. All the psychics kill each other, until it was between Sam and a kid named Jake. Sam didn’t want to fight but Jake did. They fought, and Sam thought he killed him. Me and Bobby found them, but Sam had his back turned and the kid stabbed him from behind. He died.”

“Oh my god…” She said as a tear slipped down her face.

“You know me, Sammy is my weak spot. He always has been. I didn’t know what to do until I finally had enough and drove to the nearest crossroads.”

“Oh De..tell me you didn’t…”

“He’s my brother sweetheart. I couldn’t live with him dead, I just couldn’t. They gave me one year.”

“Wait...if you only got one year how are you…”

“Alive? We’ll get there soon too. Long story. Anyways, they brought him back and we went to find the demon and Jake. We found them in a cemetery in Wyoming. Sam killed Jake, but before he could he opened the Devil’s gate which was the portal to hell. Around 200 demons escaped. Our dad crawled out of hell, and helped me kill the demon. He died.”

“Oh my gosh...you’re entire life you and Sam…”

“Yeah, we finally got our revenge for our mom and Jessica. The feeling was exhilarating sweetheart.”

“I can imagine..what happened to your dad after that?”

“I don’t really know..he disappeared in thin air after so hopefully he moved on to a better place. Maybe heaven with our mother.”

“I hope he did.”

“I hope so too sweetheart. So after that Sam confronted me. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. I told him I got one year, and he was upset and said he was going to help me get out of it. I was afraid to work on breaking the deal because the crossroads demon warned me if I did Sam would drop dead no questions asked. Sam didn’t care of course and did it behind my back.”

“I would’ve too.”

“I know, you were never one to listen either.” You let a giggle slip and rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“Well that entire year we did what we did best. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. I finally caved and helped Sam try to find a way out. It wasn’t looking good for me. When one day a demon named Ruby showed up, fixed our gun, and introduced us to a demon killing blade. She claimed she was on our side and wanted to help me get out of a one way ticket to hell. I didn’t believe her for a second but Sam was desperate. After all that, I had 2 days left. We found out that a demon named Lilith held my contract. We wanted to charge after her with Ruby’s knife, but she wouldn’t give it up and wanted Sam to use his psychic powers to kill her. I said hell no, but Sam was willing. She said it would help me out of my contract but I didn’t want that. Well, we found Lilith but it was too late for me. The hellhounds dragged me to hell and I was there for about four months up here but down there about 40 years.”

“Oh De...it must’ve been awful.”

“It was...but I’ll tell you about all that another time.”

“You remember everything?”

“Every last second.”

“I’m so sorry.” Another tear slipped down your cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m alive now. Which brings me to the next part of the story on how. An angel rescued me from hell. Several angels actually. Apparently god had a plan for me and they were under orders.” He looked at the shocked look on your face and chuckled. “Yeah, angels are real. Anyways, I literally crawled out of my own grave and went to Bobby’s house. Together we found Sam, and we couldn’t figure out how I was back. Nobody made a deal, and we thought it could’ve been a demon. So we paid a visit to a psychic and got a name, Castiel. She took one look at him and her eyes burned out.”

“Holy fuck..” She whispered.

“Yeah, this entire time we had no idea he was an angel. Me and Bobby got every weapon we could think of to try to summon it, but when he showed up he explained he was an angel of the lord. I didn’t believe him of course. I had no faith. After all the shit I’ve seen I had every reason to believe there was no good in the world. But he convinced me. During that time I found out that the demon that killed all those kids' mothers on the night of their six month birthday was bleeding into the babies mouths to start the war. After a little while, Cas told me I needed to stop Sam or he would. I was confused, but went to an address that he gave me and I saw him exorcise a demon with his powers. I saw red, I was pissed. Ruby was with him. I thought she was dead the entire time. Sam lied to me the entire time. I hit him, and told him to stop what he was doing. Then I found out he knew about the demon blood. I was pissed all over again. He told me he would stop so I believed him. I couldn’t believe that he was stooping that low to use his powers. The fact that he listened to a demon over his own brother didn’t sit well with me.”

“I can’t imagine what you were going through De..I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah it wasn’t easy that’s for sure. After that we found out that we had a half brother named Adam. He was born in 1992 and his mother was missing so he called our dad to help him. After giving him all the tests and doing the background check and seeing pictures we learned he was real and telling the truth. He wasn’t aware of monsters or anything but we had to tell him eventually. Turns out he was a ghoul the entire time and it killed Adam already. But he was real, we have a half brother.

“And John never told you guys?”

“Nope. Which made me angry. It made me a little jealous of the kid too. My dad took him to a freaking baseball game for his birthday.”

You looked at him and felt a pang at your heart looking at the sadness in his eyes. You resented John in that moment. He made his kids grow up too fast and trained them to be soldiers and they were never kids. You didn’t have much of a childhood either but they had it worse than you, no wonder why Sam left for Stanford.

“Anyways..I found out he was still keeping in contact with Ruby the entire time. I was beyond pissed at this point but I didn’t know what else to say to him. I was more hurt than anything by then. He didn’t want to listen to me so I just acted like I knew nothing. When one day on a hunt I watched him drink blood out of a demon like he was a vampire. Ruby got him addicted to the stuff and he was chugging it like water.”

You gasped, and looked at him in shock. He looked so sad as he was explaining everything, so broken.

“He explained the blood was making him stronger so he could kill Lilith. It wasn’t only revenge he was after. We found out Lilith was breaking the 66 seals to free Lucifer from hell. The angels were convinced I was the one to kill Lilith and not Sam. But Sam found Ruby, and tried to keep away from me. I told him if Ruby goes, I’ll support him 100% and go with him to kill Lilith. He refused to kill her. Sweetheart I’ve never been so hurt in my entire life and so many things have happened to me. I was so angry. He was choosing a demon over his own brother. I called him a monster, and we got into a huge fist fight. I laid on the ground and told him if he walked out that door don’t you ever come back. He walked out anyway. I gave up. I really gave up. Bobby tried to help me see the light but I was done. He screamed at me and told me not to be my dad. So I decided to call him and I told him we were family, I was pissed but we needed to work through things. He never called me back. The angels had me after that so I wouldn’t go after Sam. I begged and pleaded with Cas to let me see him but he refused. Other angels admitted they didn’t want me to stop Sam so the apocalypse would happen. After more convincing, Cas sent me to Sam. He told me Lilith was the final seal and if she dies Lucifer will be set free. I panicked, and when I found Sam Ruby closed the door on me. When I finally got it open, it was too late. Sam killed Lilith, and then the two of us killed Ruby. It turns out she was manipulating him the entire time and she knew Lilith was the final seal. He said he was sorry, but I could barely look at him anymore. He didn’t listen to me, and the devil was free.”

“Oh my god Dean..”

“Yeah...I forgave Sam but I never forgot what happened. I blamed him for everything. I was so hurt. Our relationship wasn’t the same. It also turns out that Sam and I were vessels for the archangels Michael and Lucifer. They needed our consent to possess us. They wanted us to say yes to bring on the apocalypse. We said hell no and tried to find another way to stop the devil.”

“And?”

“And it wasn’t looking good. Cas said he needed an item that would glow in Gods presence. He needed my amulet, so I let him borrow it so he could look for God. We ended up getting the Colt back, and tried to use it on him. That didn’t work because there’s five creations that the gun can’t kill and he was one of them. We were feeling pretty helpless after that. The angels kept trying to get us to say yes but we refused. Sam and I got shot by other hunters and we died. We managed to get a hold of an angel named Joshua while we were in heaven. He had a message from God himself, he knows what’s going on, and to stop trying to find him. He’s not interested in helping. Zachariah, the main angel wanting to start the apocalypse, found us and was trying to bring us back from the dead. We were brought back, and Sam still had faith but any inch of faith I had was completely gone. I threw the amulet in the garbage.”

“Oh De..” She said knowing what the amulet meant to me and Sam.

“After that I was done. I was completely numb. It was like dealing with my dad all over again. Another deadbeat. I didn’t know what to do anymore, so I got my affairs in order and I planned on saying yes.”

“Dean…”

“Yeah I know. But luckily I was talked out of it. Then we learned Adam was resurrected by the angels. He was John Winchester’s bloodline, he would do just as good for Michael’s vessel. They were moving on from me and then we had to convince Adam not to say yes. He was going to anyways, so we went to go find him. It turns out it was bait for me to say yes. I tricked Zachariah into thinking I was going to, but I killed him and we got out of there. We tried to get Adam out of there but the door shut and we couldn’t get in and he couldn’t get out.”

“I’m so sorry..”

“I know sweetheart. But after that I decided to keep a little faith going for Sam and for Bobby. We continued to search for a way with no luck, but eventually we met up with the archangel Gabriel. He didn’t care who won, he just wanted the fight to stop. He tried to convince Lucifer to stop the fight but he killed him. He left us a dvd, explaining that we can’t kill the devil, but we can trap him back in the cage. We needed the keys, the four horsemen's rings. We already had War and Faminie’s from previous hunts all we needed was Pestilence and Death. Well, we hunted down Pestilence and got his ring. Then Sam came up with the crazy idea of saying yes, and then taking control of Lucifer and jumping into the pit.”

“Oh my god! Is he crazy?!”

“I thought the same thing. But I realized Sam is an adult. I needed to stop treating him like a kid. He needed to make decisions for himself without me interfering anymore. So I agreed with his plan. All we needed to do was get Death’s ring. Well, I found him and he agreed to give me his ring as long as I let Sam jump into the pit. I agreed, and he gave me his ring. We had all four rings, we just needed to find Lucifer. There were omens in Detroit, so we went there to find him. Cas said Sam needed to drink gallons of demon blood to be able to even have a chance against the devil. So he drank it, and we found him inside an abandoned warehouse. He knew about the plan, but Sam said yes anyways. I chanted the spell and the black hole appeared, but Lucifer was in control of Sam and closed it. He took off and I thought all hope was lost.”

You were crying, you really regret leaving Dean now. He needed you, and you just abandoned him. He was trying not to cry as he kept telling you the story, and he was clearing his throat as he moved onto the next part.

“So through some sources, I found out the big fight was taking place at Stull cemetery near Lawrence Kansas. Castiel warned me not to go and all I was going to do was watch Sam die, but I wasn’t going to let him die alone. I showed up, and Michael was possessing Adam. I tried to talk to Sam but Lucifer had a strong hold on him. Cas and Bobby showed up, and Cas threw holy oil on Michael making him disappear for a while, and Lucifer killed him. Then he killed Bobby. He started to punch me, he beat me up so badly that I could barely see. I was on the ground, and I told Sam I wasn’t leaving him. As he was about to punch me again, Sam took control of Lucifer. He chanted the spell and opened the cage. Michael returned and tried to stop him, but they both ended up falling into the pit. Michael, Lucifer, Adam, and Sammy. It closed up. God brought Cas back to life, Cas brought Bobby back to life.”

“They’re okay?”

“Yeah. Bobby is home and Castiel returned to heaven I think.”

“And now here you are?”

“Here I am.”

“I’m glad you came to me De. I still love you..you know that right?”

“I still love you too sweetheart. I always will. I missed you so damn much.” He says as his voice cracked and you brought him into your arms for comfort once again. The two of you sat on your couch and he was practically sitting on your lap as he lost it. You’ve never seen Dean cry before and this was breaking your heart. You ran your fingers through his short hair and continued to console him.

“Shhh. It’s okay De. It’ll be okay.”

“M-My brother is trapped in hell. He’s trapped with two archangels and who knows what they’re doing to him.”

“He saved the world De. I know it’s hard but he saved the whole world. He died a hero.”

“I-I know.” He sniffled. “You know that I have to at least try to bring him back?”

“I know De. I’m going to help you. You can stay here.”

“For how long?”

“Forever if you wanted.”

You had missed Dean so much, and it wasn’t going to be easy but you were going to be there for him as much as you could. It’s been a long seven years without him, and you were going to make up for lost time. He continued to cry, but you didn’t mind. You were going to comfort him as much as he needed it. He needed to grieve. He needed to grieve for everything he’s been through. He holds everything in and then explodes. You were going to at least try to put the pieces back together.

After a while, he looked up at you and his eyes were bloodshot. Your heart broke, and you kissed him gently on his forehead. He melted into your touch and he nuzzled his face into your neck. You stayed like that for a while, until he looked up at you.

“I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you too De.”

What either of you didn’t see, was Sam looking at the both of you in the backyard through the window, his expression emotionless and stone cold.

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‘Forbidden Fruit’

(Headcannons of being Nolan’s granddaughter and dating Charlie Dalton)

Warnings: smut, fluff, dead poets society spoilers

You meet Charlie at a diner.

And it is in no way like those meet cutes they show in the movies.

You’re just minding your own business and eating your pie waiting for your grandfather to arrive.

Charlie just happens to spot you sitting alone.

Beautiful girl, sitting alone in a booth, eating apple pie, he just assumes that you’ve been stood up.

He just plops down on the seat opposite you.

“Do I know you?” You ask.

He extends his hand towards you. “Charlie.”

“Y/N.” You shake his hand and immediately go back to your pie because pie>>>>>boys.

“So, what’s a beauty like you doing sitting alone in a place like this.”

“Eating pie.”

Charlie laughs, even though he’s confused, because how dare some girl not give into the charms of the great Charlie Dalton.

“Apple?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You answer as you begin to wonder how long he’s going to be sitting here for because your grandfather will most definitely kill him if he saw you two sitting together.

“Can I have a bite?”

“Will that make you go away?”

“Maybe.”

You push the plate forward and allow Charlie to take a bite.

“This good.” He moved forward to take another bite but you pull the plate back.

You shake your head. “Only one bite. That was the deal. Now scatter.” You motion for him to leave, a cheeky smile on your face and you take another bite out of the apple pie.

“One more bite and I’ll leave.”

“Liar.” You accuse him but push the plate forward anyway.

The two of you end up finishing the pie together so Charlie orders another one.

And then another.

Till there is no more pie left to order.

So you two end up laughing and bonding over a slices of chocolate cake.

When you’re half way through the second slice of chocolate cake Charlie decides he wants to ask you on a proper date.

But then the worst thing that could happen happens.

Your grandfather walks into the diner .

Charlie’s immediately reaction upon seeing his headmaster outside school is to go hide but he doesn’t he just stays frozen in his seat.

He feels like he’s going to faint when he sees you stand up and hug Nolan.

He sits absolutely still as you introduce Nolan as the grandfather you were waiting for when he first spotted you.

As he sits frozen in the booth Charlie’s eyes flicker between you and your grandfather as he begins to wonder how someone of beautiful and amazing could be related to the man who made his life a living hell for the past six years.

He then stands up and shakes both your hands before announcing that he had to leave since his friends must be worrying about him back in school.

Though it disheartens you, you peck his cheek goodbye.

Just as Charlie was about to step out of the door he turns to look back at you and winks sending an involuntary blush on your cheeks.

“He’s nice.” You tell your grandfather as you two sit down opposite each other in the booth.

“He’s trouble.”

You would soon learn that your grandfather was right.

Denying Charlie Dalton was trouble was just as good as denying that the earth revolves around the sun.

That very night, after dinner, you’re sitting on your bed reading a book when you hear something tap against the bedroom window.

You ignore it as first, continuing to read your book but the noise gets harder and harder to put aside as the tapping continues.

You push the windows open and look down to see Charlie standing there, dressed in his pyjamas and a thick black cloak.

“What’re you doing here, Charlie?” You yell as quietly as possible so as to not alert your grandfather inside the house.

He looks down at his palm and begins reading out everything Knox had told him to say.

Much to his surprise, by the time he was done talking, you were giggling instead of swooning.

“Stay right there.” You tell him before shutting the windows, shrugging on a robe and sneaking out to the backyard where Charlie was waiting for you.

“You’re going to get yourself killed, you know that?” you say as you walk through the freshly grass, the green blades pricking and dampening your bare feet.

“I’ve been told.” A cheeky smirk was painted on his well structured face.

You two spend a good chunk of your night talking. Just talking.

The two of you touch every topic from your love for literature, a general hatred towards almost every other topic taught in school and of course, having very shitty parents.

You guys sat on the grass and talked for hours and hours till your heard your grandfather yelling your name and Charlie was forced to run away.

Of course, Charlie being Charlie would not leave without a grand gesture which came in the form of a fleeting kiss.

“Y/N, what’re you doing out so late?” Your grandfather questions as he flashes the light from the torch on your face.

Still in a daze from Charlie’s kiss the only thing that comes out of your mouth was, “nothing.”

The kiss marked the beginning of not-so-secret secret relationship.

That included a lot of sneaking around the town for dates.

You sneaking him into your bedroom.

And him sneaking you into his dorm room when he’s sure no one else is around.

All the other boys know, of course, mainly because Charlie can’t stop talking about you.

They encourage him to invite you to one of the Dead Poets Society meetings.

“Can’t make women swoon if they aren’t any women.” Cameron says and he has to use all his strength not to punch his roommate in the face.

He isn’t very keen on the idea of sharing you with his friends yet but when he proposes the idea to you you jump at the chance.

Nothing sounds better than reading poetry in a cave in the middle of the night and the chance of getting to make new friends was just the cherry on top of the sundae.

You get along with all the boys almost immediately— except for Cameron. No one likes Cameron.

But the one you bond with most is sweet boy Todd.

You end up sitting between him and Neil during the meeting.

It takes a little while but once you break through this force field Todd created to keep other people out the two of you start talking about poetry and literature as though you did it on a daily basis.

Charlie gets VERY VERY jealous of you and Todd.

He has this murderous look in his eyes every time he hears you laugh at something Todd said.

After the meeting he offers to walk you home while the other boys walked back to school.

The walk somehow led to a weirdly satisfying make out session in the woods.

Which led to weirdly satisfying sex in the woods.

“Bet Todd can’t make you feel this way.” You hear Charlie mumble as the two of you put your clothes back on.

“What?” You laugh. “Charlie is that what this is all about? You’re jealous?”

“No.” He scoffs and helps you up.

“No, it’s alright.” You lock your arm with his as you two walk ahead together. “I think it’s cute.” You poke his cheek making him smile.

Going to more and more Dead Poets Society meetings with Charlie till all the boys simply became family— once again, except for Cameron. NO ONE likes Cameron.

Finding out that Knox helped Charlie organise all his big romantic gestures and dates.

In turn, you help Knox with Chris.

You also help Neil practice for the play by reciting lines with him.

Charlie gets jealous again.

And a jealous Charlie is a clingy Charlie.

So he joins you and Neil during practice.

He rests his head on your shoulder and his arms are wrapped around your waist.

Slowly moves his hand up your skirt and slowly (and discreetly) begins fingering you.

You moan mid line alerting Neil.

He immediately excuses himself out of the room.

You want to be angry at Charlie but don’t get chance since he immediately pulls you into kiss and then fucks you into his mattress.

Helping Charlie with his English homework and other subjects whenever possible.

Mr. Keating definitely knows about you.

Charlie told Keating after he confronted him about the English homework he knew Charlie definitely didn’t write himself.

So when you introduce yourself to Keating the evening of Neil’s play you’re surprised to find out that he already knows you.

Broom closet kisses when you come to visit Charlie your grandfather at Welton.

Even though there’s an excitement to having a secret relationship you want to come clean about it because it can get really stressful at times.

Charlie convinces you to keep it a secret for just a little while longer— at least till he graduates and no longer has to worry about Nolan expelling him if he hurt you in any shape or form.

But you have to come clean anyway once the whole Neil fiasco unravels.

There’s a lot of crying and a lot of begging and a lot of swearing and lot of threats to leave home and country and never return till a deal was finally shook upon between you and your grandfather.

You would leave, go back to with your parents/mother/father in exchange for Charlie retain his position at Welton.

Sadly you couldn’t do anything about Mr. Keating’s job.

It’s a very tearful goodbye between you and the boys.

And an even sadder one between you and Charlie.

He spends the night before you have to leave in your bedroom not caring about the repercussions.

You promise to write every week and call every moment you get and he promises to do the same.

#dead poets society #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society imagines #dead poets society x reader #charlie dalton imagine #dark academia

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erazonpo3 · 3 years

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Lost Legends

Okay so I read Lost Legends: The Rise of Flynn Rider and general thoughts? It was cute and fun, and I have gripes here and there but I can still recommend it. I don't want to compare it to WOWM because it's like apples and oranges but Lost Legends wins points for me by actually acknowledging the TTS storyline and characters, even though it's kinda brief and not quite as... entertaining.

And before I go into the in-depth spoiler review I'll jot down a few thoughts here: there's a lot to be said about tie-in media and 'canon', but where I think it becomes contentious is where two pieces contradict each other, and whether those contradictions necessitate a canonical hierarchy or cancel something out completely. And the reason I'm bringing this up is because while LL borrows TTS lore it also contradicts it? which is. ironic.

but i'll get into that. Spoilers ahead

Basic Summary of The Plot

Our story starts at the Dark Kingdom, with a short prologue. It's all stuff we already know from the series: King Edmund tries to grab the moonstone, his wife dies, Eugene gets sent away for his own safety. What's funny is that Ms Queen still doesn't get a name, but her Lady in Waiting/Handmaiden gets a name (Maeve), and it's Maeve who really drops the ball on dropping Eugene off at an orphanage instead of raising him as Prince Horace. Go girl give us nothing

And from here the LL timeline begins, as Eugene and Arnie are now twelve year olds (I think?) in an orphanage in Corona. Which is the first contradiction to 'canon' but shelve that thought for now. Eugene and Arnie are good little boys but they're getting too old to keep hanging around and the orphanage needs money for the evil Tax Man, so they decide they'll go off into the world and send some money back when they're rich off their famous adventuring. What happens instead is that The Baron's circus rolls into town (yes that Baron) and Eugene and Arnie decide to try their luck signing up for that gig.

To prove themselves to the Baron, Flynn and Lance have to perform a hazing ritual a heist. The heist is literally just to buy a key from the Weasel but it plays out as this huge dramatic thing with a guard chase which is eternally funny to me because two kids walk into a bar, buy a key and then leave, and it's treated like fucking ocean's eleven. The Stabbingtons try to betray them (those guys are here too) but Flynn and Lance outsmart them, beginning a rivalry for the ages. Also, the pub thugs are all part of the Baron's circus crew. Don't think about it too much.

Anyway, as this has all been going down, Eugene is really interested in getting to talk to this guy with a tattoo of (what we as the audience know is) the brotherhood symbol, which Eugene recognises from the note left with him as a baby. He wants to talk to this dude in the hopes he'll get a clue about who his parents are, but this dude keeps eluding him. He also hasn't had a chance to tell Lance about this yet, so when Lance finds out about it he assumes Eugene only tried to rope him into the circus so he could find his parents and ditch him. Cue an ongoing silent treatment.

Eugene eventually does talk to this guy and he learns that the Brotherhood symbol is from the Dark Kingdom but the Dark Kingdom is gone so he shouldn't bother looking for it. Bummer. And now the Baron is planning a huge heist of the reward money for the Lost Princess' return, and Eugene is getting cold feet. He's been okay with a little bit of thievery so far but this feels like too much for him, and he's not okay with pulling it off but Lance still won't talk to him.

As the plan unfolds, Lance and Eugene reconcile and then they work together to betray the Baron and return the stolen treasure that they stole back to the King and Queen. They get caught by the Baron, escape, then get caught by the guards, but it's okay because they're presented to the King and Queen and when Eugene explains that they felt really sorry about it and promise not to do it again they're let go. And so the story ends on a high note.

My Thots™

Okay so here are the thoughts

Canon Compliance?

The obvious takeaway here is that this story offers you a beautiful pie in the form of the characters you know and love and the established lore, then shoves the pie in your face with things like "Eugene already knows the Dark Kingdom and the Moonstone exist but he never brings this up" and "Eugene betrays the Baron in a very significant way but somehow they'll make up and he and Stalyan will get engaged". Which means that if the integrity of the series is important to you, you'll probably just mentally cross out Eugene knowing about the Brohood/DK/Moonstone.

And imo that's fine! My own approach to this story is a kind of general 'if it works it works, if it doesn't I'll leave it' thing to work my own headcanons around. Because there's a lot of fun things to pluck from, like a new ex-Brotherhood member and other characters that could pop up from Eugene's past and other worldbuilding details.

The Story

The story was pretty short and obviously very tailored towards a younger audience, but it still felt kind of... slow? Mostly because nothing particularly exciting is happening until the big heist and even that feels pretty underwhelming. And of course I don't expect a story like this to be particularly complex and can appreciate its simplicity, but I felt like if it had been longer there could have been more twists to keep things interesting.

For example, the Baron is set up as a character not unlike Gothel, who lavishes praise upon the boys and goes on about how they're 'family' but is obviously just manipulating them and would throw them to the wolves in a heartbeat. Eugene underestimates just how criminal the Baron is, but at no point in the story does the doubt we have in the Baron's sincerity ever amount to anything- Eugene only turns against him because he has a morality crisis, which I'll get to in a minute.

Misc. Thoughts

Okay so one thing I thought was really cute was that each chapter has a little 'quote' from a Flynnigan Rider book, and I wrote them all down so if you've read this far and want me to post those separately lemme know. Anyway I just thought it was a very cute touch.

An honourable mention goes to every time Stalyan shows up, she doesn't really do anything in the story yet still is somehow the only character holding the brain cell. Rapunzel gets an indirect cameo by Lance and Eugene stumbling upon her tower and going "Whoa that's Crazy. Anyway. " which is amazing, and Cassandra even gets a little mention by the Captain! And to answer the question nobody asked, there's a chameleon running around Corona because she's an escapee from the circus, and Pascal's mom's name is Amélie!

Characters - okay really just Eugene

Eugene/Flynn is the title character of the book and we get the story exclusively from his POV, so there isn't a lot to say about Lance. On the one hand while I can acknowledge that this is a story about Flynn, not Lance, there's a few choices that feel like a missed opportunity at best given that this book really was an opportunity to explore Lance's character in a way the series never really does.

And it feels extra egregious when the plot demands conflict between Eugene and Lance, because while the emotion between them is engaging when it's happening, at other times it just feels like a convenient way to shove Lance offscreen again. (As a side note, as contrived as the conflict is these are also two twelve year old boys so. Can't blame em too much).

Also, Eugene coming up with the name "Lance Strongbow" on Lance's behalf while he's unconscious is one of those backstory things I'm not going to be acknowledging, thank you.

The Robin Hood Dilemma

Something I touched on after reading What Once Was Mine is that Eugene's characterisation prior to the movie isn't something writers seem to really like... dealing with. And it kind of makes sense that the author received a lot of characterisation notes from Chris Sonnenburg, because little Flynn does feel very similar to the Eugene we know; only the Eugene we know is an adult man who has since grown out of his Flynn Rider persona. But the Flynn Rider persona he needed to grow out of isn't something that ought to be cast aside entirely!! Stop being cowards!!

Taking a step back, the whole premise of the book is kind of a paradox- because Eugene needs to become Flynn Rider before he can learn to embrace his authentic self, but Flynn Rider isn't hero material, he isn't a good guy, he's not the right protagonist for a story for kids. So what we get isn't Flynn Rider, it's really just Eugene trying on a new name. That works for the beginning of the story, because he is just Eugene trying on a new name, but he doesn't grow into it.

At the beginning of the story, Eugene is an orphan in a poor but still functional orphanage run by a kind old lady, and he is surrounded by nice little boys. Eugene is motivated to leave and get a job by a desire to send funds back to the orphanage, and when he joins the Baron's circus he's taken aback to learn he's among thieves. Here's where I thought: okay, this might get interesting. We might be getting a G-rated 'angel falls from heaven' story about Eugene being morally corrupted by the Baron, of learning that the world outside is tough and he needs to look out for himself first and foremost-

but no. The Baron shares his plan to steal the reward money for the Lost Princess, because all the people he's surrounded himself with are already criminals who don't give a shit, but Eugene thinks that this is going too far! What about that poor lost princess who people need an incentive to search for? (he's like, projecting about his own parent issues which is fair, but still). And so the story ends with Eugene turning on the Baron to return the money to the "right" people (aka the king and queen of a kingdom?? okay) but he takes a single golden egg for himself so he can send it to the orphanage.

Which is all sweet and nice but. He still has to become Flynn Rider, asshole extraordinaire. He still has to lose his morals to the point where he'd take an inexperienced young woman to a pub that he, in this book, recognises is a dangerous place in the hopes that he can ditch her. He still has to go and become a wanted thief and rejoin the Baron and then ditch Stalyan on their wedding night.

The reason I'm going on about this so much is that the appeal of Eugene to me is that he is this good guy who wants to be a better person for the people he loves, but that means recognising that he has behaviour he needs to change, and his development is meaningful for that. Watering him down to a righteous Robin Hood hero does him a disservice.

The Real Villain Was Capitalism All Along

I will not elaborate nor should I

#hi i do book reviews now #sorry if you came here for anything else this is who i (cringe) am

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haikyuu!! as dads (pt.1)

A/n: hello! starting off with a clean slate here yay! if some of the first few seem so short and the writing seems different, it’s because I wrote half of this like three days ago- anywways, requests are open btw!!

Summary: haikyuu characters as dads/domestic living.

Pairings: Semi Eita, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume

Warnings: some timeskip spoilers, fluff, parenting, angst (kinda) swearing (maybe), crack, all characters are aged up

Word count: 1.8k

Part Two!

Semi Eita

- the serious sometimes scary looking dad, but other than that he’s a fluff ball

- he may look scary but he simply cannot punish them for anything

- especially after they bonded over music, legit cannot do nothing wrong

- on the days he’s not working or with his bandmates, you can often find him with his twin daughters, teaching them how to use different musical instruments

- okay, so your daughters are still pretty young, so they aren’t very good at using most instruments, but for Christmas you and Semi got them both a small set of drums, something easy

- it was very cute to come home from work to see your husband and daughters loudly practicing on the drums

- sure at first it gave you a blasting headache, but after a while you got used to it, and even jammed out with them when you had the time

- mainly just random sounds/beats coming from the two five year olds, but Semi doesn’t mind, he’s willing to teach them and he does proudly

- if one of his daughters or both wants too

- definitely writes songs for his daughters and you

- i can see him writing lullaby’s for them and working on them for hours making sure they were perfect

- lets just say they were perfectly beautiful

- because you went to high school together, the nickname “semi semi” stuck with you (thanks chicken tendo)

- but your girls will also cutely call him “semi semi”

- you often bring them to concerts despite semi saying it’s probably too loud for them

- he’ll let you sit safely with them back stage uwu

- after he runs back to you three and is bombarded with hugs, high-fives and kithes

- YOU’RE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM

Bokuto Koutarou

- bokuto is a hyper dad, which we all saw coming. there is no taking the child out of bo

- i feel like he’d want tons of kids, probably even uses his children as an excuse to act the way he does

- i can see him with a few kids, 3 to be exact (2 boys and 1 girl)

- he likes to be really involved with his children, and gets very sad/emo when he doesn’t see them for short/long periods of time

- for example, the Black Jackals is a whole different game field than high school volleyball and it’s much more time consuming and has him away a lot

- when he does come home and has time off, let’s just say he clings to his children like a puppy

- even after a while THEY get sick of him and wanna ditch him, cue emo bo :(

- if his children gang up on him (which they do) cue emo Bo again :(

- he babies them all, can’t ever say no

- tends to go back on his word lmao

- if your oldest son begs and begs for season tickets to his favorite sports team? Bo KNOWS they can be expensive, and he was even scolded by you, but two hours after saying no, he runs back to his son and gives him the money

- if your daughter wants to get her nails done with a group of friends, he knows she picks out the most expensive polishes, etc, BUT HE DOES NOT CARE, he will gladly give her the money and even go with her to get his nails done

- yes, you heard me

- of course he’ll being chaperone for this girls day, he promises to pretend that he doesn’t know them and keep his distance (sit very far away lol), but after a little while its just hard to contain and he’s screaming to everyone in the salon that his daughter is sitting on the other side of the room eye-

- your youngest son wants an expensive sports car? done

- he just wants to make his family happy, pleaseee

Kuroo Tetsurou

- poor Kuroo, he has 2 daughters and you, so he’s surrounded by girls lol

- he actually doesn’t mind it tbh

- between you and his two daughters, he wouldn’t have it any other way

- just gives him an excuse to be overly protective

- anywhere in public, expect either kuroo holding your hand

- or holding his daughters close to him (piggy back rides, yes)

- or, he stands protectively behind you and your daughters while you talk to someone, sending them threatening glares behind your backs

- he was shy as a child, so it wasn’t surprising when one of his daughters, the youngest, was very very shy

- he doesn’t mind once again, just gives him an excuse to be protective

- although he’s busy, he always makes time for his girls ALWAYS

- definitely a bragger

- if his family is brought into a convo, he pridefully will express how cute and smart his daughters are, may or may not openly declare his daughters are the cutest amongst his co-workers children

- he’s mad intuitive and aware/observant

- kuroo always knows when one or both of his daughters are about to start crying/throw a fit

- cue dad kuroo prepared to crack funny chemistry and or science jokes

- his shy daughter finds him very funny, doubles over every time he cracks a joke and calls him a “silly rooster”

- even when she's older she still laughs and even copies his jokes

- but his other daughter just cringes, every time sigh

- when she was younger she used to fake the laughs, but when he started saying the jokes in public she just stopped reacting, hoping he would stop-

- he didn’t...

- i like to imagine kuroo and kenma staying friends even after high school, and since kenma has hella video games and a whole arcade in his house, he’ll often bring his daughters over to his house

- his eldest daughter loves it at uncle kenma’s house

- cue jealous rooster dad

Oikawa Toru

- okay so oikawa is ALWAYS busy

- isn’t home much, except during off seasons or if he messes up his knee again (yes, it’ll happen)

- in the event that he’s home due to a knee injury, he’ll wanna be catered too lmaooo

- he doesn’t expect his little girl to cater to him and really only teases you about it

- but his daughter will get him whatever he needs while he’s propped up on the couch

- she admires him so much

- his daughter kinda has a smart mouth-

- definitely got that from him, having picked up on it from a young age, while he was home

- when he was home once propped up with a messed up knee, she went “here dadkawa” as she handed him an ice pack

- he laughs at the nickname, asking you about where it came from later

“she was on call with hajime’s daughter yesterday... hajime asked how ‘poopykawa’ was doing”

- he just rolls his eyes, “at least he cleaned it up for her sake” you explained

- will not lose the “kawa” part, so it’s dadkawa lol

- when he’s away, she’s always asking for dadkawa

- when he’s here they're inseparable

- morning breakfast now will be her sitting in his lap instead of yours

- she asks to watch cartoons with him instead of you :(

- bath time consists of her arguing with you as you try to wash her hair, while oikawa sits on the closed toilet seat laughing to himself

- “mommy i want dadkawa to wash my hair!”

- “you always whine that he gets soap in your eyes”

- “I don’t care!”

- when you bring your daughter to games, she’ll be cheering him on proudly, “mommy, look at dadkawa!” “GO DADKAWA!!!!”

- since he plays for the professional Argentine team, i figure you all live in Argentina now, traveling from Argentina and Japan was tiring, so you moved to be closer

- when the news approaches him after or before games, he makes sure to show his daughter off and the whole time it’s his daughter stealing the show

- she might be shy at first, but as long as dadkawa is holding her, she’s fine

- he’ll teach her Spanish, defiantly sings happy birthday to her in Spanish because it’s special

- he calls her his princesa (princess in spanish)

Kenma Kozume

- if his child didn’t enjoy video games like him or any of his hobbies like volleyball, I feel like Kenma would have a hard time with them

- he loves his son yes, but he’d have a hard time interacting with him, especially if he’s not into video games or volleyball

- if he is though, you can often find the two in kenma’s home office, playing games

- when your son was a infant, you would always come home from being out/work to find your son sitting in his pj’s on kenma’s lap watching his dad play video games

- “it’s late, ken. i see he’s already in his pj’s- did you already have dinner?” “yes”

- “without me?” you asked, lifting up your son to give his cheeks kisses. “there’s apple pie in the fridge.”

- eye-

- yes he fed your son that, yes he needs a little guidance, yes he needs to be told apple pie is NOT dinner

- on another occasion of coming home, you found your boys in the same spot, once again playing video games, your sons eyes drifting between the game and his father every time he muttered under his breath

- “the screen is bad for your eyes kenma, and he’s just a baby! he’ll get bad eyes too!”

- kenma’s short answer is, “he won’t”

- when your son got older, and he started getting into video games, it got harder for you to tear his eyes away from the screen

- he’s been around video games his whole life, so of course it’d be hard, you just didn’t think he’d grow attached

- kenma leaves most of the strict parenting to you, because he LEGIT doesn’t NOT know what to say

- he’s lowkey afraid he’ll push his son away if he says the wrong thing, but he’s also worried that if he doesn't say anything, they’ll have no real relationship, so he struggles

- he tries his hardest to bond with him over video games and volleyball though

- as said by your son, kenma’s cooking can’t compare to yours, BUT he does know how to make a yummy apple pie

- his son will help kenma with said apple pie, when he’s younger he was often the taste tester and made a mess every time

- kenma gets nervous in huge crowds and really around anyone he doesn’t know, so if his son is a social butterfly he’ll try to get kenma used to people other than himself and you

- somehow, during the rare moments his son has problems (friends, school etc), kenma will be the one to speak up privately

- he’ll definitely tell his son to surround himself with a good friend/good friends, he also makes sure to let him know the importance of quality over quantity

- he has a brotherly relationship with kuroo, and if not for kuroo he’d be alone, he wants the same thing for his son

10.20.20, rayofsunas

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Adventurous Eaters Club

I’m back! I’ve actually also got a post coming up for Onion Pie from this book, but that one is a lot more complex (friends how the heckles do I put videos up on this hellsite? Is it truly. just one per post? Can I embed? Send assistance.), so for now! Let’s make what Misha and Vicki call:

(I call this Toad in a Hole. Anyone else?)

Just as a reminder of how all of this works:

One hundred percent of author proceeds from Misha’s cookbook go to charity, including the following:

The Edible Schoolyard

The Garden School Foundation

Whatcom Farm-to-School Fund

One week after each blogpost I do for this little adventure, I will count up the notes on that post and donate $1 per note to one of the above, or to @randomactsorg.

If you make a donation to any of these (in any amount!) or buy Misha’s cookbook and send me the receipt in my asks I will match your donation AND you can pick the next thing I cook!

Let’s get brekky started, under the cut!

This is a pretty easy recipe, and a fun way to eat eggs. It’s also great if you are low on supplies and/or funds because all it requires is: bread, butter, eggs, and salt.

Because breakfast isn’t served here without the additions of onions and bacon, I added those and a few more seasonings. You do not have to.

Start with bread.

Excuse whatever is happening with my cutting board, I promise its clean.

Also, OP why is the bread on a cutting board. It’s pre-sliced, you say!

Ah, well it’s because we must now make the pirate eyes (or nests. or holes for the toad. whatever you want to term them).

The book says to use the rim of a drinking glass, and I took this very seriously:

The Jim Beam logo denotes that yes, this glass truly is for Drinking. Dean, sit down it’s not time for whiskey yet.

(also please excuse claw-hand. shiver me timbers, etc.)

Press this into each slice to make a hole.

Not the prettiest I’ve ever seen but it’ll do, toad. It’ll do.

Whilst rimming your bread, also preheat a cast-iron (or any other, but cast-iron is preferred always) skillet over medium heat and melt some butter in it.

Because I am awesome, I already had mine on to caramelize some onions.

Simply scooch them over to the side and place your bread and cutouts, browning on one side for about 2 minutes.

Flip em over and crack an egg into each one (I prefer to crack into a ramekin or small shallow bowl first but it’s not necessary.

Look at ‘em, gorgeous.

Misha adds a sprinkle of salt here. I added salt, pepper, and a smidge of garlic powder. Next, the book says to cover the pan and let the eggs set for ab three minutes, then pop it out and you’re done.

Because I was trying to get L to eat these, I actually flipped them over to get the eggs a little firmer (spoiler alert, he did not eat these bc “eggs are disgusting mommy” and therefore next time they will remain pretty and sunny side up).

Anyway, if you like them firmer, you can flip once you see the bubbles in the whites start to set, and the underside will look like this:

Once out - I topped with the onions and some hot sauce because we are refined here.

If you’re vegetarian, you can stop at this juncture of my modifications and dig in.

Werewolves, werepires, wendigos, etc. may add bacon.

(cooked on a sheet pan at 400 F for approximately 15 minutes while making everything else, then drained on paper towels and broken up into thirds. I used 6 total slices).

I like to put the pirate eyes on top like lil’ hats:

aren’t they cute?! have a profile view.

and of course, Misha’s no-frills version which is also perfectly splendid in its delightful simplicity:

Happy eating!

#adventurouseatersclub #misha #Misha Collins #misha's cookbook #spn cast #supernatural cast #cw: food

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mikrowrites · 4 years

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apple pie kind of life

dean winchester x reader

SORTA SEASON 15 FINALE SPOILERS!!!

summary: told in a series of vignettes, Dean and Y/N get to live a semi-normal life and most importantly, get their happy ending.

warnings: literally just fluff and slice of life, language, recreational drinking :), mild canon violence

a/n: this literally jumps all around the timeline. it’s also just me self-indulgently fixing what’s broken lmao

a/n: so these are just a bunch of events, in no chronological order whatsoever! enjoy!!

At 8:00 AM sharp, the sound of two alarm clocks went off in the bunker.

Y/N L/N reached over, hitting the snooze button on the alarm clock as she yawned, sitting up. She combed her hands through her messy bed head, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling Y/N back down onto the bed, the woman letting out a squeal before she laughed softly.

“Ten more minutes...” Dean Winchester grumbled, resting his chin on Y/N’s shoulder, his stubble tickling her skin.

She huffed with laughter, interlacing one of her hands with his. “Ten minutes, then we face the music, yeah?”

Dean mumbled a “mm-hm” in response, pulling Y/N in closer.

The woman smiled, burrowing into his hold as they laid peacefully together, tangled in blankets and sheets.

—

“Oh my god. You suck at this.” Y/N scrunched her nose, watching as Dean stood steadily on the ladder, stringing the multicolored lights on the gutter.

“You wanna keep trashing my light-hanging skills?” Dean shouted over his shoulder. “Do you want to do it?”

“Nah,” Y/N smirked, biting her bottom lip. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

Dean rolled his eyes with a smile, continuing the strenuous task of hanging Christmas lights on their small house. Y/N watched from below, bundled into a winter coat, smiling up at her husband.

“You know, on second thought, maybe we should’ve just done white lights.” Y/N mused.

Dean turned and looked at his wife with raised eyebrows. He slowly made his way down and off the ladder, before grabbing a ball of snow and throwing it at her.

Y/N gasped as her jaw dropped in shock, shaking her head. “Oh, it’s on motherfucker!”

The two ran around the yard, dodging snowballs from each other, laughing like little kids. Miracle barked from the fenced backyard, adding to the chaotic scene. Y/N ran towards Dean, tackling him into the snow as she shoved more of the cold substance down the back of his coat.

“Okay, I surrender, I surrender!” Dean yelled, Y/N stopping as she smiled down at him.

“And victory is sweet.” She sang before leaning down and kissing him. Dean smiled against her lips, reaching behind him and bringing a ball of snow down over her head.

Y/N broke away from the kiss, sitting up and laughing loudly. Dean grinned, her laughs being the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. She stood up, holding out her hand. He took it, Y/N helping to hoist him up.

“Look at us. We’re a mess.” Y/N chuckled.

“I think maybe a nice hot shower should fix it right up.” Dean mischievously replied.

Y/N smiled. “I think that should do, Mr. Winchester.”

Dean smirked as Y/N grasped his hand, pulling him towards the house.

“Lead the way, Mrs. Winchester.”

—

The old barn was filled with the sound of struggle and fighting as the Winchesters and Y/N fought off the group of vamps.

Y/N shoved the vamp off of her, slicing off it’s head and spinning, elbowing another in the chest.

She saw Dean wrestling with a vamp, Y/N reaching for something in her jacket pocket. The creature tried to shove Dean against a wooden beam, but before it could its head was sliced clean off. The man looked at the vamp confused before looking over at his girlfriend standing about 10 feet away.

Y/N dropped her jaw in utter joy, reaching into her pocket again and producing another ninja star from between her fingers. Sam killed the last vamp, turning to look at the woman. “Really?”

Dean’s face shifted to a look of awe. “I love you so much right know.”

Y/N winked at her boyfriend, pocketing the ninja star. “Love you too. Now let’s go get those kids to safety.”

The woman went to go get the two kids, Dean and Sam turning to look at each other. The older brother sighed. “Should’ve let me use the ninja stars.”

“Shut up, Dean.”

—

Y/N pursed her lips, cocking her head to the side as she surveyed the room. She narrowed her eyes for a moment in thought before picking up a roller paintbrush and a can of paint, as she began to roll paint onto the walls.

She was about halfway through painting the room when she heard the front door shut, the familiar sound of her husband throwing his keys on the counter ringing through the house. “Hey, I’m home!” he shouted.

Y/N wiped her paint covered hands on her old overalls, walking out of the room to greet Dean. “Hey, De.”

“Woah, what have you been doing?” Dean questioned, Y/N walking up and sneaking a kiss from him before answering.

“Painting. Had to get done at some point. I promise, I’m not going crazy on it. I picked the mint color, it’s cute.” Y/N nonchalantly replied.

Dean raised his eyebrows. “Without me? Without anyone in the house?”

Y/N shrugged. “No, I had Miracle here with me. So?”

“Honey, you’re pregnant.” Dean reasoned.

“And I’m immediately helpless?” Y/N put her hands on her hips, smiling teasingly. “I’m fine.”

Dean huffed out a sigh, Y/N chuckling. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands resting on the nape of his neck. Dean placed his hands on both sides of her slightly swollen belly. “Everything’s fine.”

“I know.” Dean finally relented, kissing the top of her head before scrunching his face in disgust. “Gross, you have paint in your hair.”

“Aw, that’s the sweetest compliment you’ve ever given me.” Y/N smiled. Dean rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“I’ll change and help finish painting.” He replied, pulling away and shrugging off his jacket.

Y/N nodded in satisfaction, turning to walk back into the room. Dean watched her leave, a loving smile traced onto his lips. He shook his head with a chuckle, trying to reason how he became such a cheesy-ass husband.

—

Sam walked over to the table, handing a beer to Y/N. She tipped the bottle towards him in thanks before taking a swig. The tall brunette sat across from her, sighing.

“So are you gonna do it?”

Y/N choked on her booze a bit, clearing her throat as she sat up, looking around to be sure Dean wasn’t near. “Sammy!”

“What? We won. We can write our own lives now, what are you waiting for?” Sam chuckled.

Y/N sat her beer on the table, frowning. “I just—Dean’s not the kind of guy for domesticity and such. I don’t really think he’s a marriage kind of guy.”

“You won’t know unless you actually talk to him.” Sam urged.

She exhaled, sitting back in her seat. “Look. After this hunt I’ll talk to him.”

“Atta girl.” Sam teased, Y/N rolling her eyes with a smile.

“Besides, if I pop the question first it’ll bruise his big boy ego.”

Sam raised his bottle. “To bruising my brother’s ego with love.”

“Cheers.” Y/N grinned, clinking her bottle with his.

Dean watched the two most important people in his life drink their booze, smiling and laughing. A soft smirk formed, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the velvet ring box with his mother’s ring rested neatly in it. After a beat Dean placed it back in his pocket, walking into the library.

“Hey, no booze for me?”

—

Y/N gripped Dean’s hand, grinning as they looked back at the officiant. He wore one of his fake FBI suits as she wore a white dress shirt with black dress pants.

She turned to look again at Dean, raising her eyebrows teasingly. “I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the city of Las Vegas, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The man stated. “You may k—“

Before the officiant could finish Dean wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist, dipping her back and kissing her deeply.

She melted into the kiss, bracing her hand on his back. Sam whooped and hollered from the front pew, Eileen clapping her hands with a wide smile.

The two pulled away, Dean holding Y/N close as the two laughed, Y/N’s cheek pressed against Dean’s. Cas smiled fondly at the two, the light catching the gleam of Y/N’s ring.

The officiant shook his head in amusement, clearing his throat.

“I present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester!”

—

Dean stepped inside the house, pulling a trailing Y/N in by the hand. He led her into the empty living room, grabbing both her hands and raising his eyebrows. “So?”

“So...” Y/N mused, looking around the small house. “... it’s kinda... perfect.”

The green-eyed man smiled, looking around. “It’s not suburbia, not big and fancy, it’s just—“

“It’s just a home.” She finished for him. “Yeah.”

Dean chuckled. “It’s a home.”

Y/N looked around. “Dee, there’s no way we could even afford this. My bartending and your side jobs, we couldn’t—“

“I talked to Sam. He’d help us work out how to do a loan. We could pay it off.” The man insisted.

She sighed, pouting her lips. “I do really love this house... do you think...?”

“We have a meeting with the realtor tomorrow at 3.” Dean finished her sentence.

Y/N nodded, exhaling deeply.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

—

Y/N ran the rag across the counter, smiling up at her husband who was talking up some of their customers with his ever-so-charming smirk. Soft music emitted from the jukebox in the corner, the lights lowered slightly for the ambiance.

The bar had been a labor of love for Dean and Y/N. They both had bartending experience, and after all, it was secretly always a dream of the hunter’s to open a place like this. It took many years, but they were up and running.

Eileen walked over to the counter, Y/N grinning at her sister in law. The brunette smiled back. “Mary doing well?”

Y/N chuckled at the thought of her three-year-old, throwing the rag under the counter. “Sleeping like a rock upstairs.” Y/N spoke while signing with her hands.

“Dean seems happy. Really happy. More than I’ve ever seen.” Eileen remarked.

“Yeah.” Y/N made eye contact with her husband, who threw her a dazzling smile. “He really is.”

—

Loud cries and wails echoed down the hallway as Y/N let out a loud groan. She reached over and checked the time on her phone. 1:34 AM. Y/N dramatically thrust her face into her pillow smacking her husband’s chest with her hand.

“It’s your turn.” Y/N’s muffled voice stated.

Dean chuckled lowly, sitting up and kissing the back of Y/N’s head before crawling out of bed. The woman turned and watched him leave the room, her eyelids fluttering shut as sleep overcame her again.

The man walked towards the crying, gently opening the door to the nursery. Dean approached the crib, reaching in and gathering his 3 month old daughter into his arms.

“Hey, Mary Jo.” He hushed. “You might wanna lower the volume a bit, I think your mommy’s considering adoption.”

The baby’s wails turned into soft wimpers until she fell silent, Dean exhaling in relief.

“I was kidding about the adoption thing, by the way.” He made his way over to the window, looking out it. “Did you have a nightmare? Yeah, mommy and I have them too. Pretty often.”

Dean lightly rubbed his daughter’s back, sighing. “One day, when you’re much older, the nightmares will never stop. You’ll learn about every nightmare out there. But we’ll be here to show you how to defeat them. We’ll teach you how to protect yourself from them. But don’t go chasing the nightmares. Learn to keep them away.”

He was quiet for a moment, before sighing and shaking his head. “I still chase nightmares. And I hope, I pray to Jack you never do.”

—

#supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural reader insert #supernatural imagines #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester reader insert #spn x reader #spn imagine #spn imagines #spn reader insert

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crescentmel · 3 years

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⚠️ Deltarune Spoilers!!! Just some of my random thoughts on the game !! 🥺🤍

I FUCKING LOOOOOVED IT OMFG

AAAAAAAAAA

MY FIRST THOUGHT THO IS THAT THERE WASNT ENOUGH LANCER AGSHDJDKFK

Like it was so cute we had him in our pockets but PLS I wanted to actually play as him in battles ;0;

NOELLE AND BERDLY THO OMMFGGG

ALSO THIS NEW WORLD??? WAS SO COOL??

THE QUEEN OMFG I LOVED HER AAAAAA

Ok unpopular opinion, Noelle is a cute character and I really do like her, but she’s just not my fave

But that’s just me!! Feel free to ignore me lol

bUT GOD BERDLY WAS ACTUALLY SO FUCKIN FUNNY SHDJFHKSDHKF

I LOVED THE THREE MUSIC GUYS !!! ;0;

Sweet, Cap’n, and K_K right???? (pronounced cake???) I think lol

THE MUSIC IN THAT AREA WAS THE BEST

BRO THE WAY RALSEI’S KINGDOM IS LIKE A HOME BASE??? I LOVE IT???

HE EVEN MADE ROOMS FOR EVERYONE IN THE CASTLE??? ;0;

I’m cry

Omg the new mechanics are CRAZY

THERES SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT

I fucking loved the queen

Ok but the Susie and Ralsei bonding time???? RALSEI TEACHING SUSIE HEALING MAGIC??? PLS I AM SOBBING

OK BUT THAT FUCKING SECRET BOSSFIGHT JFC

I couldn’t even do it LOL I gave up

I never did Jevil’s fight in the first game either

Like I did all the steps, with the disc and everything BUT JEEZ IT WAS SO DIFFICULT

Hahskshakhsldkslahkd

PLS I NEEDED MORE LANCER

HE WAS BARELY THERE AND WHEN HE WAS ALL I DID WAS WITNESS HIM TURN TO STONE

AAAAAA

Omg the way I checked my pockets immediately upon entering the new world to check on Lancer only to find that fucking Rouxls WASNT THERE AGSHHAHHXKFJ

I think overall it was a good way to introduce berdly and noelle into the Dark World, I’m excited to see who they add next???

OK BUT LIKE WHY TF DID ASRIEL HAVE A ROOM IN THE QUEENS MANSION????

IM????

ALSO WHO IS THE “KNIGHT” THEY KEEP TALKING ABOUT??? DID I MISS SOMETHING???

IS IT ASRIEL????

AAAAA

ALSO THE WAY RALSEI WAS BEING KINDA SUSSY AT THE END??? IM???

OMG THE KING

LANCERS DAD

AND THE FUCKING QUEEN KNOW EACH OTHER???

PLS NOT THEM TRYING TO SAY SHES LANCERS MOM 💀 ain’t she a robot shdkdhkfjf

PLS BUT LIKE IS SHE???? GOD I CANT

THE END THOUGH WHERE U EXPLORE THE TOWN

F U C K I N G S A N S

AHSKSHSHSHLAJZKSKSKJF

Ok like obviously I love him sm and his little grocery shop is so cute and every time he talks it’s like sooo much nostalgia ;0;

BUT KAGAJSJKDF SANS U PROMISED WE WOULD SEE PAPYRUS

WHERES THE BOY

(im kidding sjdhkshdkd TOBY how could u do this to us ;0; )

It’s ok in the end all the good stuff will be worth the wait

ILL WAIT YEARS FOR U TOBY

AGSHKSHD ASGORE

PLS I LOVE ASGORE

He just wants to spend time with them ;0;

Omg the very stubble alphys and undyne moments ;-;

That fucking door at the bottom of town

That’s supposed to represent the door from undertale right??? the door in the mountain that they all come out from in the end?

HHHHH

pls the way we invite susie to have pie ;0;

I FUCKINH NEW SOME CREEPY SHIT WAS GONNA HAPPEN AGAIN GAHSHKAHDLDK

KRIS???? HELLO???

WASH UR HANDS JESUS

ok but pls I kris and Susie just hanging out watching tv ;0;

????? PLS TORIEL CALLED THE POLICE???

K R I S ????????????

I’m so lost on the end tho omffggg

Is kris creating the fountains??

I STILL HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND QUESTIONS BUT I PLAYED THIS GAME ALL YJE WAY THROUGH FOR NEARLY 7 HRS STRAIGHT SO ILL SAVE THEM FOR TOMORROW AAAA

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune chapter 2 spoilers

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phanfictioncatalogue · 4 years

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Fics To Cheer You Up (2) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: April 6th, 2022

part one

a new friend, alright (ao3) - combeauferre

Summary: Maybe if Louise hadn't sent him that ad from Battersea dog shelter, he wouldn't be sat here getting emotional on the tube, alone. But it'll all be worth it to see Phil's face.

Arachnophone (ao3) - lilyxxxooo

Summary: arachnophobe

/əˈraknəfəʊb/

noun 1. a person with an extreme or irrational fear of spiders.

One day, whilst babysitting his two children, Emily, 7, and Colby, 2, Dan encounters something that could ruin his day. Worst of all, he promised Phil he was going to be responsible this time.

begin and never cease (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: Dan is a grumpy second year law student living with reclusive, perpetual grad student named Phil. When the holiday season brings out a side of Phil that Dan’s never seen before, Meanwhile, when Phil finds out Dan hates all things festive, he makes it his goal to change Dan’s mind before Christmas. And also to find the perfect mince pie.

bruising the sun (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: the bedsharing friends to lovers roommates au i was always destined to write

can't breathe when you touch my sleeve (ao3) - dayevsphil

Summary: Dan keeps making a fool of himself in interviews, to the point where it's basically a meme. Now he's got to sit down for the better part of an hour and sell his show to the YouTuber he'd had a massive crush on when he was a teenager.

Comet me, Bro (ao3) - counting2fifteen

Summary: Dan and Phil are chosen to be the first colonizers of Mars. They’re the perfect choice: they get along incredibly well, they graduated training at the top of their class, and they’re both incredibly ready to spend years, perhaps an entire lifetime, as far away from humanity as possible.

The problem? Dan has a crush on Phil. And Phil doesn’t know.

OR:

“Phil? We meed to have a talk,” Dan said.

“Wow,” Phil said. “You look so serious. Sa-turn that frown upside down.”

“See, that’s what it is,” Dan said. “Your space puns are driving me literally insane.”

Games Night (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Zoe and Alfie invite Dan and Phil over to their house for a games night.

i don't know why (i can't keep my eyes off of you) (ao3) - combeauferre

Summary: Starting a new university is hard enough without Phil having to convince his best friend PJ he doesn't have a crush on their other flatmate, Dan. He definitely does not have a crush on Dan.

If You Don't Love Me, Pretend (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: All his life, Dan has wanted to have the chance to be a parent someday. He would be the best parent that ever existed, he was sure of it. Fostering might not be the most traditional way on the road to parenting, but Dan's dead set on doing it anyway. But, well, it would be easier with a co-parent, right?

the bed-sharing, fake relationship, friends-to-lovers, parent fic i was desperate to read; when i shouted into the void and was met with silence, i decided i'd do it myself

It's cool, we're just friends (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: A romantic getaway for two, a beautiful Greek island, the wedding of everyone's dreams - what more could any couple want? Well, for Phil, maybe just for his date to not be his best friend.

or, the one where dan is an idiot, phil is an idiot, and the street cats of Santorini are incredibly cute.

Letters In Bold (ao3) - snsk

Summary: Spoiler alert: It’s on a beach in Lundu that Dan agrees to marry him. Phil slides an odd, beautiful shell through his ring finger and Dan curls his toes into the wet sand, tests the word fiancé wonderingly out on his tongue.

Nightmare, baby? (ao3) - lilyxxxooo

Summary: Emily awakes in the middle of the night after having a nightmare. She goes to her dad's for comfort but doesn't expect the reaction she gets.

Our House (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary:

Enemy is a harsh word. Rival sounds so immature, like Dan’s the star of some teen drama on Netflix. Competition is close, but not quite there. In simple terms, Dan has a distaste for Phil Lester. Otherwise known as AmazingPhil in their line of business, for some reason that’s beyond Dan. What makes him so amazing anyway? There’s a reason the network wanted Daniel Howell and Phil Lester for this specific series, and Dan guesses there’s really only one way to find out that answer. or And they were co-hosts. Oh my god they were co-hosts.

Outside of closed doors (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Excerpt:

“You think one day we will be able to? One day we can at least hug each other and not be afraid?”

“I really hope so.” Phil smiled at him and stepped away. “How about this, if we find that we are comfortable with it, let’s come back here, and take that picture we both really want?”

“Okay. Let’s make it a goal. One day we come back here and take our picture under the cherry blossoms.” Dan nodded.

There's Beans in Here (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: Phil has his wisdom teeth removed; Phil says many questionable things.

too spoon, bro. too spoon. (ao3) - stylinshaw

Summary: “Yeah, just these two guys fighting about forks.”

(or, PJ works at Ikea, and Dan and Phil have a domestic spat about cutlery. And they make out in a closet.)

We're getting Married! (ao3) - counting2fifteen

Summary:

video title: We’re Getting Married! uploaded: December 8, 2019 by AmazingPhil description: We talk about our relationship with each other, our audience, and appropriate creator/audience boundaries. Sorry we couldn’t find a wedding venue that would fit three million people!

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #ficstocheeryouup #ficstocheeryouup masterlist #fluff

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Chim chimney, Chim Chim Cher-ee [One-Shot]

Summary: Thanksgiving with the Barnes-Roger-Barton Clan. Oh, and Tony.

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFF. Hinting at the sexy times.

A/N: Everyone says they want to see what family dinners are like and I figured the biggest dinner of the year (for us Americas anyway) would be the perfect one to share. This is their first Thanksgiving together so it takes place 4 months chapter 17 in November. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.

Catch up on the series here!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!*

The morning went by fast. Faster than Y/n expected it to. Maybe it’s just that Y/n isn’t used to all this hustle on Thanksgiving. It’s been a long time since she had a Thanksgiving to celebrate with anyone. After her grandparents passed, she stopped cooking as much on the holidays and usually kept the shop open to pass the day. There isn’t much of a point in making some grand meal when it’s only her.

She does get pie though because it’s pie.

This year is nothing like she's used to. It started in Bucky’s bed, which isn’t anything new as of late, of course. She has a feeling it will become a permanent move here soon. For now, she’s okay bringing a bag over to spend a few days at a time. This morning though started with lazy kisses and slow touches. Quiet confessions of love, wanton whispers and soft panting that could only be heard by them.

The slow air of the morning ended not long after Ori flew through the front door with a flurry of excitement at noon, Steve, Sam and Ollie in tow behind her. After spending the night with her uncles, she was very excited to see her parents this morning. Ori helped Y/n with desserts because that’s the family dinner rules -- whoever hosts only does sweet treats and the turkey.

About a hundred cookies sit on the counter now because they may have gotten out of control. They do that when they are together. Bucky knows it’s better to stand back and let them do their thing. Meddling never ends well. In hindsight, Y/n probably should have stopped Ori at seventy and skipped the last batch. She looked so cute picking which cutters to use and was so excited to decorate each one Y/n couldn’t tell her to scale her baking back.

Thankfully Uncle Steve saves the day.

Un-iced cookies abandoned for another day in favor of playing. Ori is hanging off Steve’s arm, feet hanging several inches off the ground as she stares at the wall of bookcases that hold everything from movies to books to toys and family pictures. She’s mulling over which movie is best for after dinner because that’s tradition, too.

Everyone eats until they can’t move, and then they can’t move to go home. Clint takes the couch for the night. Sam and Steve bunk in the spare room and Natasha shares Ori’s bed for a night of cuddling. Which is why Y/n has apple pie and pumpkin cinnamon rolls for the morning and lots of coffee for Clint.

“This one, Uncle Stevie.”

Steve grins at his niece and takes Mary Poppins from her hand before she falls off his arm and scoops her up. He boops her nose with his making her giggle and he sighs dramatically, “Now how did I know you were going to pick this one? What if we pick a holiday one, Bucket?”

Ori thinks for a second, and her eyes light up with an idea.

“The Santa Clause!”

Steve grins and trades Mary Poppins for The Santa Clause.

“That is an excellent choice!”

Y/n sets her attention back to the pie in front of her -- now that the cookie adventure is over. Thankfully she prepped it yesterday, so it only needs a tweak to the streusel topping and placed in the oven. Bucky’s hand flitters along the edges of her dark blue skirt as he walks by, grazing the backs of her thighs and making her shiver. He smirks and shoots her a quick wink. He’s supposed to be tending to the turkey, not her, and she tells him so. There’s a dark chuckle rumbling through the room filled with more than humor, and it has her toes curling in her boots in want. Bucky abandons his flirting long enough to pull the turkey out of the oven.

Someone has to do the carving, or they will never eat.

A knock shuts the chatter down a bit. Someone at the door is strange, the whole family is already there. Bucky looks over just in time to see Tony sauntering inside, three white boxes in his hands that he’s quickly passing to Steve.

Perfect. Just perfect.

“Uh, Beck.”

“Hm?”

“What is Tony doing here?”

Her fingers freeze in the bowl of leftover streusel as Bucky’s arms wrap around her from behind. That deep voice resounds in her ear, and she can’t help but smile.

“Got somethin’ you need to share, sweetheart?”

So, she should have told him sooner, but sometimes surprises are good? Er, most of the time. This time they may not be.

“Okay, I know you guys don’t always get along, but he did throw our daughter a birthday party, and Pepper got stuck at some airport for work, so he was all alone. I couldn’t let him be all alone for Thanksgiving, Buck.”

Bucky smiles and kisses her cheek, letting his lips linger, and his arms tighten around her -- she’s always going out of her way for others, so why is he surprised it happened today?

“It’s fine. He’s not so bad.”

“There is this year’s hosts!” Tony says as he directs Steve where to place the boxes on the dining room table and grins at the couple. It was not that long ago, six months or so, that she was standing next to Tony. The thought makes her freeze as if Bucky can hear her thoughts. He knows. Everyone knows they dated, but sometimes the reminder is… sobering. The three of them stand in awkward silence. Bucky’s hand still resting on the small of her back.

For an open floor plan, the house feeling very, very small right now.

Y/n clears her throat and wipes her hands on the constellation towel hanging on the sink next to her. “It’s good to see you, Tony. How is Pepper doing? Did she get a hotel, at least?”

“Oh, yeah. I made sure Pep is taken care of. She's all set up with room service.”

The silence returns, and Bucky is about to ask if he can get Tony something to drink because he can’t handle this discomfiture a second longer. He has to do something other than just stand there, and then Tony cuts the tension by being… well, Tony.

“You know,” Tony chuckles softly and looks at Y/n. “I just realized you’ve seen both of us naked. Talk about awkward. Am I right, big guy?"

Bucky stiffens next to her and the hand on her lower back twitches. Yes, he knows they dated, and he assumes they were together in that sense; he doesn't want to think about it, and he definitely doesn't want to hear about it from Tony.

"Tony…"

Y/n leans into Bucky's side and glares at Tony. "I don't think that's really--"

"Who's bigger, you think?" Tony asks, glancing between Y/n and Bucky. "You know what? Nevermind. The look on your face says it all."

Tony grabs two un-iced turkey-shaped cookies off the copper baking sheet still resting on the island and saunters back into the kitchen, leaving the couple alone. Y/n sighs and glances at her boyfriend, who is starting at Tony with a look she’s only seen once or twice, and it’s only ever been directed at Tony.

“I’m going to beat his ass before the night is out.”

“Buck…”

“I’m serious, Y/n. I’m finally going to do it. This is my year.”

She shakes her head, smiling fondly because Bucky is all bark and no bite and places a kiss to his cheek. “Tony is trying to mess with you to get a rise out of you. Besides, weren’t you the one that saw me naked last night?’”

Bucky’s pout fades into a grin, and he pulls her firmly against him, gripping her chin between his thumb and index finger and locking eyes.

“And again, this mornin’.” Bucky reminds her.

“Yeah, this morning. This morning was…” She tugs on his hair gently and continues in a low, raspy whisper. “Good, but next time let’s try to wake the neighbors.”

Bucky leans in, so their noses are bumping, and he whispers, “Why don’t you put the sugary pie stuff down and come upstairs for a minute? There’s somethin’ I gotta show you.”

The exaggerated wink he’s gives her makes her laugh and squirm for a reason she can’t say out loud.

“Right now?”

Y/n’s eyes dart out to the group in the living room that is unaware of what the two are discussing next to gingerbread pumpkins.

“Yeah, right now, Beck.”

Bucky places a kiss to her cheek, followed by a lighter one to the line of her jaw and one on the corner of her mouth.

“Y/n?”

Bucky’s smirk falls at the sound of Ori’s voice, sending the moment to a crashing halt. His head drops onto her shoulder, muffling his groan as Y/n looks down at the little girl. Y/n somehow holds back her chuckle long enough to ask what the she needs.

“Yes, starlight? What’s up?”

“Did you really go on a date with Uncle Tony before daddy?”

Bucky’s head snaps up at Ori’s question. “Uncle Tony? Who the hell--”

Y/n pinches Bucky’s side, effectively shutting him up, at least in front of Ori.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Uncle Tony said that he took you on a date, and it was the best one you’ve ever been on. You had cheeseburger and if it wasn’t for him daddy would have never told you he loved you.”

Bucky starts towards the living room, but Y/n grabs him by the shirt. “Yes, I did, starlight, but I’ll let you in on a secret.”

Ori’s eyes light up at the promise of a secret, and she steps closer to hear it.

“I was so in love with your daddy back then no one else stood a chance. Uncle Tony included, and my best date was our trip to the zoo.” Ori grins and waits for the nod meaning she can spill the secret. The second she gets permission, she runs back into the living room to tell Tony what she learned, and they can hear Tony’s laugh followed by a, “You got me there, kiddo.”

“You were in love with me, huh?”

Y/n turns her attention back to Bucky, and he’s grinning like an idiot in love. She is too. Her cheeks hurt from the size of her smile. She leans into his Bucky’s arm and gives him a chaste kiss. With the look in Bucky’s eyes, if she gives him more than that, the pie will never make it into the oven.

“I thought that was pretty obvious by now. It just took me a while to see it.”

“Pie’s got about 10 minutes after you put it in, right?’

“Mmm, about twenty.”

Bucky hooks his fingers in the belt loops of her skirt walks back towards the half bath next to the laundry. He gently guides her into the tiny bathroom and shuts the door as quietly as he can, so they go unnoticed. Bucky grips her hips and hoists her up onto the sink, swallowing her yelp with a lingering kiss.

“What are we doing, Buck?” Y/n asks between pecks.

“Gonna spend a little time kissin’ you. That okay, Beck?”

“Yeah,” she whimpers when his fingers trail up her inner thigh. “That’s okay.”

Twenty or minutes pass, and no one has seen or heard from Bucky or Y/n. Steve comes into the kitchen, peeks out the back window. No host or hostess. The turkey is uncarved. The pie is cold on the counter, but everyone’s sides are warming nicely on the stove.

“Where the hell is Buck?”

Natasha smirks at Steve’s naivete and nods towards the closed bathroom door where a soft glow pouring out from the crack between the floor.

“I think they are talking.”

Sam snorts and whispers for the adults in the room, “Making out like a couple of horny teenagers, you mean.”

“They always like that?” Tony makes a face, and Sam nods, mirroring his disgust.

“Yeah, it’s gross. All the time, and it’s all I hear about at work.”

“Well, the pie is cold.” Clint pokes the cold crust with his pinky and pouts. “What are we supposed to do for pie!”

“Relax, Barton. I brought three pies.”

“Clint…” Sam tugs the foil off the white casserole dish they brought and bends down to sniff the red, brown, and yellow pile of mush. “What the hell did you make?”

“It’s a cheesy hot dog tater tot casserole!”

Clint’s grinning from ear to ear, giving off that excited puppy face he has when he tries a new recipe. Tony leans up on his toes to peer over Sam’s shoulder and winces at the pile of slop in filling the 12-inch baking dish.

“Good God, that looks… I’m gonna level with you. It looks gross, Clint.”

Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose, takes several deep breaths, and looks at her husband, “I thought we agreed on broccoli casserole? It’s traditional and easy enough for you to make. I deleted Pinterest on your phone for a reason!”

“Yeah, but then peanut and I went out for lunch that day we watched her, and we got chili cheese dogs, and we both agree they are way better than broccoli.”

Natasha looks down at Ori, who is holding her hand beaming brightly, and the little girl nods, confirming Clint’s story. “They are, Aunt Nattie.”

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“Thanks.” Clint beams proudly.

“Not you.” Natasha is quick to correct him. “You’re in trouble when we get home.”

Clint wiggles his brows and wraps his arms around Natasha’s waist, placing a kiss to her cheek and whispers in her ear. “You promise, baby?”

“Your niece is right there.” Steve scolds with the expression of an exhausted dad who just wants his kids to behave long enough that he can take a nap. He’s just grateful his son is far too little to understand what they are saying and fast asleep in the playpen in the living room.

“It’s bad enough we’ve got those two locked in the bathroom when we should be eating dinner.”

Sam marches to the bathroom and pounds on the door with his fist, quietly shouting through the thin wood frame, “You’ve got two minutes to get your butts out here, or we are eating without you.”

It takes a few thumps, and lots of giggles, but Bucky and Y/n emerge from the bathroom, clothes rumbled and grinning like teenagers caught getting handsy. Bucky clears his throat and slips his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her stomach.

“Sorry. There’s a light bulb out, and I need help the screws.”

“Right,” Y/n nods, fighting off a smile. “The screws are a pain to get off.”

“I bet those screws can be hard to get off sometimes, huh?” Sam asks, grinning smugly.

“Maybe everyone should mind their own damn business?” Bucky shoves Sam away without any real force. “Ever think about that?”

“Daddy?” Bucky looks down at Ori standing next to Natasha, brow raised, waiting for her to continue. “Why are you wearing Y/n’s lipstick?”

Y/n giggles at the dumbstruck look on his face. She reaches over and swipes her thumb along Bucky’s lip, wiping away bright red lipstick. His cheeks pink when he catches everyone staring their way and the smirk on Natasha’s face. Tony goes to open his mouth, and Beck holds her hand up.

“Let’s go eat, hm? We can deal with the cold pie later.”

“I told you, the pie is always the one thing that gets ruined. That’s why I come with pie.”

Plates are grabbed, turkey is being cut as everyone moves about the kitchen in a hustle to grab their favorites; stuffing and rolls and turkey. All taking their respective seats -- the ones that Ori assigned with colorful turkeys she hand-painted with Uncle Stevie. Ori sits between Steve and Tony with Oliver sleeping close by. Sam heading up the table with Natasha and Clint across from Bucky and Y/n. Somehow Clint’s casserole made it to the center of the table for everyone to try despite the attempt to keep it hidden.

Something about sitting down around the table quiets everyone down. No one cares about hot dogs or lipstick stains. Ori’s giggling as Tony tries to get Steve to put a mini marshmallow in his nose. Steve sets Tony with a flat look and a resigned sigh, mumbling, don’t teach my niece to put food in her nose, Tony. Clint is pushing his hot dog mess on Natasha, who takes a scoop hiding a grimace behind her smile. Sam stares at the lump Clint sets on his plate, and Tony asks for a second scoop. Y/n leans back in her chair and takes in the sight in front of her.

Bucky leans over and kisses her cheek. “You okay, babydoll?”

“Yeah,” She sighs happily and leans against his shoulder. “I was just thinking this is a lot different than my last Thanksgiving is all. All the crazy is kind of nice.”

He grins and wraps his arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Yeah, the crazy is good, Beck. It’s all good.”

“Okay,” Tony silences the table with words that will no doubt be remembered till the end of time.

“The chili dog casserole is the winner.”

“Yes! High five peanut!”

Ori and Clint high-five across the table and Natasha hangs in her hand in her hands.

“Oh, vey!”

#Bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #Bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #alternate universe #fireman!Bucky #Firefighter AU #bucky x reader #no longer single dad AU #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes

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