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twst-aceofhearts · 1 month ago

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Ramshackle Midnight Mayhem

𝖆/𝖓: third years is finally here. ...I should probably have a better posting schedule

𝖙𝖜: ghosts, Idia passes out

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: third years x reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 903

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay @writingattemptsxx

It started as a joke over lunch.

"If all of you think Ramshackle is so 'atmospheric,' you're welcome to stay a night and find out just how drafty and ghost-ridden it really is," you'd said, tossing a chip at Cater for teasing you about the "haunted mansion aesthetic."

"Bet," Cater grinned. "Slumber party at Ramshackle! I’ll bring the ring lights!"

You assumed that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t.

7:34 PM – Arrival

One by one, the third years arrived like ominous omens.

Trey came first with supplies — a cooler, a thermos, and a bakery box. "Crowley asked me to bring food, just in case," he said, eyeing the creaky porch. "And I packed some basic first aid. Just a precaution."

Cater followed, dragging two duffels. One held clothes, the other? Lights, skincare, a mushroom-shaped speaker, and a mini projector. "Time to give Ramshackle a makeover~!"

Leona strolled in, yawning. "Calling dibs on the couch. Anyone tries to move me, and they won't live to tell the tale."

Vil showed up in a shawl and gloves. "I brought cleansing mist, aromatherapy, and satin sheets. I will not sleep directly on any of your cursed mattresses."

Rook didn’t use the door. "Bonsoir~! The ambiance is exquisite! The mildew, the moonlight... the mystique!"

Idia blinked into the room via a glowing teleportation bubble. "I hate it here," he declared, hoodie drawn tight. "This is how horror games start."

Then came Malleus, regal as ever, touching the frame of the door. "What a charming dwelling. I sense the presence of three spirits."

Finally, Lilia descended from the ceiling. "Where's my coffin for the night? I brought snacks! Most are probably safe."

9:13 PM – Unstructured Chaos

Ramshackle became a hive of activity.

Trey claimed the kitchen and started unpacking food. Cater hung fairy lights and set up his tripod. Leona claimed his corner. Vil wiped down a chair and placed a barrier of lavender oil around himself. Rook wandered the halls, humming eerily.

Idia was buried in blankets, streaming from his handheld console. Malleus examined the toaster with intense curiosity. Lilia... well, no one could find Lilia until he reappeared with a cursed music box that played haunting lullabies.

Cater screamed. "Nope. Absolutely not. We’re not summoning anything tonight!"

"Yet," Lilia grinned.

10:45 PM – Games, Ghosts, and Pie

Board games were next. Rook treated Uno like a battle of wits. Lilia cheated. Vil caught him and threw down his cards. Malleus played Go Fish with the seriousness of international diplomacy.

When charades began, Malleus mimed a dragon so realistically that a real ghost fled the cupboard in fear. It waved apologetically and left a note that read: "love the vibe, be back later <3."

Trey unveiled an apple-caramel pie. Leona devoured a third before anyone else got a slice.

Midnight – The Great Pillow War

No one remembers who threw the first pillow. Maybe it was Lilia. Or Rook. Or Cater.

What mattered is that Leona retaliated.

Then Vil got hit.

And then it was war.

Blankets flew. Trey got knocked off his chair. Rook declared himself the "phantom of feathers" and dive-bombed the sofa. Cater live-streamed the chaos. Malleus summoned glowing pillows with mass. Idia retreated under the table.

You tried to protect the furniture.

Grim tried to join in.

Leona and Vil locked in a duel of precise strikes and petty vengeance until Cater yelled, "Omg you two are basically a married couple!"

They both stopped.

The war ended.

2:17 AM – Deep Thoughts and Weird Tea

Trey made cocoa. Malleus brewed a mysterious glowing tea that changed colors. Yours turned minty green. Idia's went pitch black. Lilia drank his glowing magenta without blinking.

The dorm finally started to quiet.

"Y'know," Cater mumbled from a bean bag, "this is kinda cozy."

Vil didn’t open his eyes. "The bar is very low."

"But still," Trey added, "it’s rare we all hang out like this."

You yawned. "You’re welcome any time."

Malleus smiled. "Truly? Then I shall return often."

"Warn me first."

Lilia cackled. "Where’s the fun in that?"

3:12 AM – Ghost Story Finale

Rook told a tale about a mirror that devoured reflections. Vil sighed but listened. Idia shivered.

At the climax of the story, the room temperature dropped.

A translucent woman drifted into view, clapped politely, and whispered, "10/10, very spooky," before fading into the wall.

Idia passed out as you left out a rubber duck with a mustache as a peace offering for the next time she came.

7:36 AM – Breakfast at Ramshackle

You woke to the smell of something surprisingly pleasant.

Trey was in the kitchen flipping pancakes, wearing an apron with a cracked egg on it. Malleus was watching attentively, having cracked all the eggs with perfect form.

Lilia served up skewers of grilled fruit. Cater had brewed fresh coffee with his own mini-press. Rook brought in wild herbs he'd foraged from the woods (you did not ask when).

Vil sipped from a bone china teacup he'd brought in his own bag.

Leona was still asleep, a pancake on his head.

Idia sat at the end of the table, bleary-eyed, chewing toast like it betrayed him.

Cater snapped a group selfie. "Best sleepover ever~!"

Crowley opened the front door, gasped at the sight of the ghost still humming lullabies, and immediately shut it again.

You passed the syrup. "Same time next month?"

Malleus raised his teacup. "Indeed.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 months ago

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Old Faces

Summary: At seventeen, Dean fell hard for the girl in his high school English class. He never got a chance to make a move before he was on the road again. When he bumps into her working the same case as himself, he wants to know how her apple pie life got flipped upside down...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Enjoy!...

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“No Ding Dongs? Are you serious?” you said, standing up with a groan at the mini mart.

“Sorry. I got the last of them,” said a voice that was vaguely familiar. You spun around, the stranger’s eyes going wide just as fast as yours. “Do I know you? You look so familiar.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he said with a big smile. “You grew up to be gorgeous. I would expect nothing less though from Mountainside’s head cheerleader.”

“Ah, we went to high school together,” you said, giving him a smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name.”

“I wouldn’t expect it. I was only there three weeks. Dean Winchester,” he said.

“The bad boy!” you said with a laugh. “I remember you. You dyed the football team’s pants pink on homecoming night.”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t the most mature guy back then.”

“You past the bad boy ways?” you said.

“Mostly,” he said with a hand wave. “You live around here?”

“No. I’m just in town for work,” you said.

“Me too,” he said.

“Hey, what ever happened to you? You just left one day out of the blue,” you said.

“My dad had a different job somewhere else. It was pretty normal for us to move around a lot,” he said.

“Too bad. The cheerleading squad talked about you all the time,” you said. “You would have had your pick of a girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure the one I wanted wasn’t available,” he said, giving you a smile. He reached into his basket and pulled out the box of Ding Dongs, tossing them in yours. “Nice seeing you, Y/N.”

“You too, Dean.”

Later That Evening

“Drop it!” you shouted at the dark figure. It mumbled something but you saw a gun get lowered to the ground. The creature turned around but you went wide eyed for the second time that night.

“Y/N?” asked Dean, looking around before settling on you. “Wha...what are...”

“Fucking hell. You’re a hunter,” you said, lowering your gun, Dean dropping his hands. “It makes perfect sense now.”

“You hunt?” he asked.

“Well I-”

You woke up in a motel room, your head throbbing as you sat up, blinking at Dean and someone else.

“Sorry about the concussion. I thought you were the witch,” said the man.

“Nope. Not her,” you groaned, sighing as you tried to get to your feet.

“Take it easy,” said Dean, guiding you to stay on the bed.

“Did you get the witch?” you asked.

“No,” said Dean. “Sam’s working another lead though. We think she might still be in town.”

“Good,” you said.

“So you’re a hunter?” he asked.

“As I was saying before Paul Bunyan over there hit me, yes,” you said. “Been one for a while.”

“But you had such a perfect life,” said Dean.

“Have you ever heard the phrase, keeping up appearances?” you asked. Dean looked over to Sam, both staring at their laps. “Of course. You grew up hunters. You knew how to pretend to be normal kids.”

“Did your parents hunt?” asked Dean. You scoffed and shook your head.

“When I was about thirteen, my parents went out on a date night. The things that came home were not my parents. If I played along and played house like everything was fine, they told me they’d let my parents go. They were demons. My parents died that night I’m pretty sure but I didn’t know any of that. I spent the next five years doing what they wanted, pretending everything was fine,” you said.

“What changed?” asked Dean.

“I found out about hunting, demons...I realized play time was over and I had to get out of there,” you said.

“And I thought we had a messed up childhood,” said Dean, running his hand through his hair.

“So...we teaming up on this witch thing or what?” you asked.

“Uh, sure,” said Dean, Sam nodding his head. “The more the merrier.”

“Sam,” you asked that night while Dean was busy grabbing some food from a fast food place. “Why does Dean keep staring at me?”

“Because you’re Y/N Y/L/N,” said Sam with a little laugh from the front seat of baby. “Dean had the biggest crush in the world on you. He wouldn’t shut up about you for three weeks straight.”

“He had a crush on me?” you asked. “Why?”

“Why does any teenage boy have a crush on the head cheerleader?” said Sam with an eye roll. “He probably thought you were cute.”

“He’s not like...obsessed or something,” you said, Sam immediately shaking his head.

“My guess is he’s just super surprised you turned out to be a hunter,” said Sam.

“Yeah. That’s probably it.”

“Well that went smoother than expected,” you said around midnight, slamming your trunk closed.

“You should think about getting a partner. They come in handy,” said Dean. You nodded and went to climb in your car when Dean grunted. “Give us a second Sammy?”

“What’s up?” you asked, Dean waiting until Sam was tucked away in the Impala.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Back in high school. I could have helped. I could gotten my dad involved and-”

“I don’t know what you remember about high school but we weren’t friends,” you said.

“No but you did keep the football team from pounding me to death after the pants thing,” he said.

“It was a harmless prank. I figured the new kid didn’t need to get beaten half to death,” you said.

“Yeah and I said thanks and you made some weird comment and I asked if you were okay and you gave another weird comment and then I never saw you again,” he said.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have gone talking about my demon parents to every kid I didn’t know on the off chance they could help,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Well...I could have done something,” he said.

“It wasn’t your problem. I dealt with it and it’s over,” you said.

“You didn’t make a deal, did you?” he asked.

“No. I handled it,” you said. “Is that what’s been eating you all night? You think you didn’t save me back then so you’re responsible?”

“I’m thinking if I had the guts to ask you out, I might have gone over to your house and seen the signs and saved you a lot of crap,” he said.

“Like I said, I handled it,” you said.

“You don’t have to be in this life you know,” he said.

“Neither do you,” you said.

“Yes I do.”

“Me too,” you said.

“Can I at least buy you a beer?” he asked.

“Took you long enough to ask,” you said with a small smile.

“Better late than never.”

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eclairemaire · 3 days ago

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the sound of music pt. 1

Pairing: Lewis Pullman x Reader Category: Fluff Summary: Stranded in a 24-hour diner in the middle of nowhere, you make an unlikely companion as you bond over the sound of music. Word Count: 3.5K Warnings: Swearing, fast-burn??? (idk), No mention of Y/N. Notes: This is part 1 of a possible 3-part mini-series. I hope everyone enjoys. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; all characters are just that, characters, and have no ties to their real-life counterparts.

playlist | part 2

You were sitting in a booth in a small 24-hour diner in the outskirts of a little town you couldn’t remember the name of, in the middle of nowhere. You had a shake in front of you, half finished, and a pile of unfinished fries on a plate, soaking up the remnants of grease that fell from your burger while you were eating earlier.

The diner was mostly empty, a few people here and there, an older man sat at the bar top, he was stout, his face round and covered in sunspots and wrinkles that showed his age, he wore an old Carhartt coat over a flannel, with jeans and a pair of work boots caked in mud. There were a few teenagers in a booth farther down, who seemed to have just left a party: three girls and two boys. One of the girls looked to be about 18. She had mid-length, wavy brown hair, wore a purple Henley, a coat over it, and a pair of jeans with boots. Another looked about 17 or 18, her hair braided and resting on her shoulder. She wore a cable knit sweater and a long denim skirt with fluffy socks and chunky tennis shoes. The last girl looked to be the youngest and the least thrilled to be there, she had an aviator coat on over an old faded band tee, with baggy jeans, and tennis shoes. The boys were both dressed similarly in t-shirts with a flannel and a coat over top, and denim jeans and work boots. One was tall, possibly 6 feet, with dark skin and dimples. The other was about 5 feet 9 inches, with shaggy brown hair.

There were two waitresses whom you had seen, and presumably at least one cook in the kitchen; both were polite, considering it was well past midnight, and they were working the red eye shift. One was older, looked to be around her mid to late forties, with streaks of grey in her hair that were noticeable even pulled back into her bun, frail, with a stern face and crow's feet. The younger one was petite, her hair a dark auburn, and hanging in a braid down her back as she bounced around the diner when she was needed.

The diner itself was old and did not appear as though it had been redecorated since the late 80s, with black and white checkered floors, with cracking red vinyl booths, and chairs. The tables were scuffed stainless steel with rickety feet that made them move if you put too much weight on them. The walls were painted white, but you could hardly see them from under all the posters of old music stars and various license plates that hung from the walls. The windows had neon signs in them, an open one hanging above one of the doors, and one that said ‘24 hour breakfast’ in bold lettering, another stating that they had fried pies. There was a juke box in the corner that was playing various artists as it shuffled from one song to another. It smelled like old coffee and fried oil.

Turning back to take a drink of your shake, you grab a map from your bag to see if there are any motels nearby that you could stay in, or at least charge your phone. You were still looking for a motel when you heard the sound of an engine shutting off faintly before the bell over the door to the diner rang, and in walked a new stranger. He was about your age, tall, with light brown hair that curled around his ears from underneath his ball cap, wearing a sweatshirt, and denim jacket, and khaki Carhartt work pants and cowboy boots. You noticed he looked slightly wet. Turning outside, you see that it has started to rain, and then a huge crack of thunder is heard overhead, and then the real downpour starts.

“Oh for the love of…” You curse as you see how hard it's coming down. “How the hell am I going to get anywhere now?” You mumble to yourself, shoving your face into your hands as you groan.

The teenagers, seeing how hard the rain was starting to come down, decided it was time to head out. They waved over the younger waitress and paid their bill, and walked out the door and clambered into a Toyota 4Runner parked in the lot. The old man was next to leave, paying his bill and getting into a beat-up old Ford F-150.

It was just you and the guy; he was sitting at the bar to the right of where you were sitting in your booth, looking over the menu. The younger waitress goes over to him, and he orders a breakfast plate and some coffee.

The older waitress comes to your table, “Need anything else, dearie?” She asks as she starts to pick up your plate of fries and your now empty shake glass.

“Yeah, how close is the nearest motel from here?” You request as you hand her some bills for your check.

“Oh,” she ponders as she takes the money, “The closest motel isn’t for at least 50 miles east of here.”

“Son of a bitch.” You curse after hearing the distance. “Uh, sorry.” You apologized to her as she looked at you in shock at your outburst. The guy at the bar just slightly turned to look at you from the corner of his eye, before his food was placed in front of him.

The older waitress had gone and taken your dishes to the back and had placed your cash on your table with a receipt, when you sighed and dramatically let your head thunk against the table. “This is just fucking great. Stuck in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with nothing but whats on my person.” You start to periodically thunk your head on the table now and then just to remind yourself how stupid of an idea it was to hitchhike around the country. You can hear the younger waitress trying to make conversation with the guy at the bar as he eats his food, but he doesn’t seem to be paying her any mind as he barely answers any of her questions.

Deciding to give your head a break from smacking it against the table, you grab some change and go put something you enjoy on the jukebox, seeing as you’ll be stuck in the diner till the rain lets up. Walking up to the jukebox, you look over your options and try to decide between ‘American Pie’ by Don McLean or ‘The Boys Are Back in Town’ by Thin Lizzy.

“Hey Stranger!” You hollered to the guy at the bar, he turns toward you and you make eye contact, his eyes are deep blue, and look almost as if they held a storm within them. “Pick a number, one or two.” You say, holding up a corresponding finger for each number. His expression was quizzical as he continued to look you in your eyes.

He pondered for a moment and let out a low hum before answering, “One.” His voice was deep a low timber that made you forget for a moment that he was responding to your inquiry. Shaking your head, you turn back to the jukebox and input the numbers for ‘American Pie’. Soon, you heard the opening lyrics and the opening chords.

“A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music Used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while”

Hearing the rhythm and the familiar lyrics wash over the diner with the cracks of thunder in the background and pounding of rain on the roof of the old diner, you start to sway and sing softly along with the music, now completely lost in your own world as the music takes over. When the second verse started, you opened your eyes and looked over towards the stranger as you sang along with Don.

“Did you write the book of love? And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died”

The stranger had a look in his eye that you couldn’t recognize as he sang the chorus with you.

“I started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', ‘This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die’ ”

He stood up and started to make his way over to you, his food and the waitress long forgotten.

“Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died”

Standing in front of you, he started to sway with you to the beat, his head tilted down towards you, and a heavy glint in his eye as he sang and danced with you. Your mind still wrapped up in the music, you didn’t question why this very attractive stranger was suddenly very interested in what you were doing. You continued to sing your heart out along to the music and started rocking and stepping with the sway, your hands moving into the air.

“We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', ‘This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die’ ”

It continued with you and him dancing around in that small corner of the diner, the rest of the world long forgotten, and you both drunk on the music. His hands had found their way around your waist, and he hooked his thumbs into the belt loops as you continued to sing.

“Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and fallin' fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', ‘This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die’ “

He picked up the next verse, his voice low as though he was singing just for you to hear, as he continued to sway.

“Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died”

He had a smile on his face, it was small, nothing big and fake, but something that seemed so genuine. Your eyes closed after seeing it as you wrapped your arms tighter around his shoulders, now both standing significantly closer together, voices low but still loud enough for you both to hear.

“He was singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', ‘This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die’ “

You sing the chorus once more as he leans to place his forehead against yours.

“I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died”

His eyes had closed as he now seemed fully relaxed, singing with his heart on his sleeve. Both of your voices were low, and you finished the rest of the lyrics.

“And they were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', ‘This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die’ “ They were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', ‘This'll be the day that I die’ “

Once the song finished, you were slightly out of breath and leaning against one another, and it seemed as though you both had known each other for years before this moment. He huffed out a small laugh, his forehead still pressed to yours, you felt his breath fan you face as he shifted his hands from your hips, unhooking his thumbs from your belt loops to wrap them around your lower back, and moving his head to rest on top of yours as he lightly hugged you. Your arms had moved from around his neck to wrap around his midsection as you rested your head against his chest, listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart. You both stayed like that for a little over a minute before he started to pull away. You let go and feel your arms drop back down to your sides as he placed his into the pockets of his coat.

“Hi,” He said after a moment of you both looking at each other and digesting what just happened.

“Hi.” You say your voice hushed as realisation started to crash over you as to what you and this man had just done. The music had consumed you so wholly that you just adhered yourself to this man almost as soon as he had come up to you. You could feel the heat moving up your neck and resting high on your cheeks and the tips of your ears as you darted your head down to try and hide your embarrassment at your actions. The man, who you still had no idea as to what his name was, placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head back up, so he could see your face. You noticed his face seemed to mirror your own in the sense that he was also heavily flushed from the events that had just transpired.

“Why don’t you and I talk while I finish my food?” He asked, his voice gentle, as he removed his finger from under your chin. You nod, too afraid your voice would crack if you tried to speak. He turned to go back to his spot at the bar, as you scamper over to where your bag sits in the booth you previously occupied. Once you had your bag in hand and you double checked you had everything, you walked over to where he sat at the bar, and placed your bag against the base of the stool, as you sat down and turned to face him.

He had somehow finished his food in the time frame between you getting your stuff and him coming back over; now all he had left was a mug of coffee. He had his left arm propped up on the counter, and he was turned to face you, where you sat to his right. Sticking out his hand, he introduced himself, “I’m Lewis.”

You take his hand in yours and give him a polite but firm handshake, and you also introduce yourself. He gives your hand a slight squeeze before he drops it, his attention fully on you. “So what are you doing out here?”

“I’ve been traveling for a few months, going from place to place. This is where my last ride decided to drop me off before going on their way.” You reply, your tone light, as you start to fiddle with a thread on your sleeve. “What about you? What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?” You question.

“I’m headed home, just finished a job, and didn’t want to fly, so I figured I’d take the scenic route.”

“This is the scenic route?” You laugh, “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but this is probably one of the least scenic areas in all of the states.” He laughs at your statement, it’s a genuine laugh. You like it, he kinda sounds like he’s in pain, but he has this smile on his face that shows he’s not in any physical pain whatsoever.

“You’re right, but hey, if I didn’t go this way, I wouldn’t have met you.” He was still smiling, and his cheeks were slightly flushed again. “You look so delighted when you’re immersed in music.” He voices as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, then he rests his hand there.

Leaning into his hand, you respond, “So do you. Music is one of life's greatest gifts, expressing yourself and your thoughts in a form that others can enjoy, while having an outlet for your emotions, it’s exhilarating.”

“I don’t think there’s a better way to put it.” He murmurs.

You both continue to talk for quite some time, everything going by in a blur as you share experiences and stories of how music has affected your life. The moment fades when he gets a call, he stands as he grabs his phone and puts it to his ear, and he walks over to another area of the diner. When he comes back over to where you were sitting, he looks disappointed.

“I have to head out, something came up at home and I’m needed home sooner than anticipated.” He stood in front of you as he reached for your hand to fiddle with your fingers.

“I enjoyed talking with you, and would love if we could continue to keep having these conversations.”

“Lewis, I would love to keep having these conversations, but I’m not sure how reliable I’d be with a steady form of communication right now.” He looked so dejected at what you said as though you’d sucker punched him in the gut. “It’s not that I wouldn't love to communicate, it’s just that my phone is almost always dead, and I’ve been hitchhiking for the past three months. I don’t even know when I’ll be back home.”

He looked at you for a moment, and then it was like a light bulb turned on in his head; his eyes lit up so much. “Come with me. I’ve got room, my truck is big enough for us both, and I have a spare room in my house that's not being used for anything.” He looked like a golden retriever in that moment.

“Are you sure? Lewis, you’ve only known me for a few hours, and you’re inviting me to move in with you?” You gave him an incredulous look. He nodded so enthusiastically, you thought his head was about to detach from his neck.

“Of course I’m sure. You’re one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met.” He grabbed your hand as you stood from the stool and picked up your bag. Once you reached the door leading out of the diner, he dropped a bomb you weren’t prepared for. “Plus, you don’t care that I’m famous.” He said it nonchalantly, and you froze for a second, and then did a double-take.

“I beg your finest pardon!”

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traveler-at-heart · 6 months ago

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Doctor's In - Holiday Special

Summary: You get ready for your first Christmas with the Maximoffs.

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

A/N: So we'll have a mini special consisting of three small chapters for the holidays. This is mainly because the tone for each one will be kind of different and I didn't know how to put it all in one long chapter. If I'm on schedule, part 2 will be posted next week and part 3 the week of Christmas.

Enjoy!

It looks like a group of Santa’s helpers vandalized the place.

You return from Thanksgiving break to find that the hospital halls are adorned with candy canes, wreaths and other typical Christmas ornaments.

“Good morning” you greet Darcy and Kamala as you join them in the break room.

“What’s good about swimming in Santa’s vomit?” Darcy mutters.

“For an elf, you’re very grumpy about this time of year”

“I’m not an elf!”

“That’s exactly what an elf that works for Santa would say” you tsk, showing her the cookies Wanda sent her. “She said you had to share with me”

You sit in silence, eating and looking at your phone until she speaks again.

“I have to go back home for the holidays, they think this year Nana will kick the bucket for real”

“RIP Nana” you whistle, knowing Darcy isn’t particularly fond of her conservative, holier than thou grandmother.

“Remember when she called you a demonic lesbian?”

“You know what? Not my worst Christmas”

Kamala, who up until this point was sitting in silence, chokes on her drink, looking horrified.

“What’s up with her?” Darcy asks.

“Kamala has a very nice, loving family” you say with a grave voice, as if it was a dark secret.

Darcy and you get paged at the same time, continuing the conversation down the hall.

“Though I’m not happy about going back home, I’m glad you have an actual place to spend the holidays this year” your friend says, and you smile.

From previous years, you remembered Wanda’s house going all out with Christmas decorations. She’d also knock on your door to leave an apple pie and wish you happy holidays.

“Yeah, I think the Maximoffs have a ton of traditions I need to catch up with”

“Does she know?” Darcy says, and you shake your head no.

“You know it’s the same for me. I don’t think it’s important at all” you shrug your shoulders.

“I think Wanda would like to know. Make it extra special for you” Darcy says and you know she’s right.

“I’ll think about it”

—

Turns out, Wanda was ready to decorate everything, but decided to wait until the weekend so you could help her and the kids.

And by help her, she meant have you carry the heaviest boxes.

“Is that all of it?” you say, going down the stairs with a box with lights.

“Yes, I think so” Wanda goes over everything you have unpacked already. Decorations for the porch, wreath, lights, the Santa Claus that goes in the chimney and the reindeer for the front lawn.

“I never realised how much stuff you put up each year” you comment, scratching the back of your neck. It’s a little overwhelming.

“Sweetheart, I used to do it by myself every year, I promise with your help it will be twice as fast”

“And can I get a reward for helping?” you say, pulling her against you. She smiles, holding on to your forearms as you kiss her cheek and down her neck.

“We have our letters ready!” the kids say, going down the steps.

“Well, let’s set up the tree so Santa has a place to put all your presents then” Wanda says.

There’s the usual Christmas music, and you hum along to all of the songs that you know by heart.

“Someone’s finally getting into the holiday spirit” Wanda comments with a smile.

“The music is catchy, that’s all”

But still, you enjoy decorating the tree, noticing how Wanda quietly goes over the section that Billy and Tommy are doing, fixing everything so it looks better.

“I say we did a good job” Wanda approves when it’s all done, hands on her hips. “We’re only missing the star”

“Y/N can do it this year!” Billy says and you grimace.

“Oh, it’s fine, I’m sure I’ll mess it up”

“I’ll help you” Tommy insists, and Wanda nudges you. Well, you can’t say no to that.

With a sigh, you step forward, letting Tommy guide you.

“Does that look ok?” you say, not knowing if that is how it’s supposed to look.

“Perfect” Wanda assures you, her hand on your back as you climb down the small ladder.

“Can we have hot cocoa now?”

“Yes, and then we’ll decorate the porch”

The kids talk excitedly over each other, discussing the gifts they asked Santa. You follow the conversation, knowing there’s a huge pile of presents hidden inside your closet as you started shopping for the twins a few weeks ago.

“What’s on your list, Y/N?”

“Oh, nothing really. I have everything I need” you smile at Tommy, and it’s true.

“But we need to get you a present! There’s gotta be something you want”

“I’ll think about it, I promise. Should I address my request to you or Mr. Claus?”

“Aren’t you too old to ask Santa for stuff?” Billy intervenes, making Wanda laugh.

“You know what, I kinda am” you say, smiling.

The conversation keeps going for a bit, until Wanda decides it’s time to get back to work.

This time, it’s you who climbs up and places all the lights and ornaments she wants. You’re going back and forth, Wanda constantly asking you to go “a little bit to the right… no, to the left. You know what, it was better the other way” until you’re covered in sweat, muscles aching from all the effort.

Still, once you’re done with everything it looks pretty damn impressive.

“So what movie are we watching tonight?”

“Let’s take a look at the list” Wanda says, hoping you actually wrote down some suggestions. “Nightmare before Christmas is not a holiday movie” she challenges you as soon as she reads it.

“It has Christmas in the title”

“And the word nightmare!”

“What’s it about?” Billy says and you gasp.

“You’ve never seen it?”

“No! Mama! We wanna watch it!” Tommy insists.

“Boys, I think it’s a bit scary… why don’t we watch… Ghostbusters?”

Wanda slaps your arm.

“What?”

“You are not taking Christmas movie night seriously!”

“I watch it every year, I swear!” you say, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

“We’re watching Nightmare before Christmas, but if the kids get scared, you are sleeping in their bedroom floor to keep the monsters away”

“Fine”

You take it as a small win when the boys actually enjoy the movie, and as they get ready for bed, they keep signing “this is halloween” over and over again.

“See? If it was a Christmas movie they would not be singing that” Wanda glares and you have to hold back a laugh.

“I’m sorry, I promise I won’t suggest any more movies for the next month” you kiss her temple, and she relaxes against you.

After taking a shower, you ease into bed and feel Wanda’s breathing even out, exhausted by the day you both had.

Still, you can’t fall asleep.

This has always been a complicated time of year for you. When you were a kid, it was your favorite holiday, mainly because your dad made sure it was extra special. And then he passed away and it just became another event in life that lost its magic. Your mother never really made an effort, at least with you.

It was only until you moved out that you found solace in the small things that reminded you of your dad. The lights, the snowy nights, the shorter days. It was all soft and gentle and it made you feel special again. The quiet life you found for yourself was all you needed to remember the better times.

Unable to sleep, you sneak out of bed and go down the stairs, turning on the tv and watching Ghostbusters, like you used to do with your father.

It’s halfway through the film that Wanda notices you’re gone, and she joins you, placing her head on your lap.

“What do you like to do for the holidays?” she asks, only realising now that she had been making you follow her family traditions.

“Watch Ghostbusters and eat junk food from a vending machine” you say, laughing when Wanda frowns.

“Why?”

“Because that’s what my parents did when I was born” you admit reluctantly.

“Your birthday is on Christmas Eve?”

“Yeap” you say with a smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Wanda sits up, hugging her knees.

“It’s no big deal”

“It is to me” she says, taking your hand, her thumb rubbing circles on your skin. “So, what did you do to celebrate before?”

“Same as Thanksgiving, really. Stayed at the hospital, though it is a bit more quiet than other holidays. Darcy would be there some years as well, and we’d just watch the movie and get any junk food we could find”

“And before that?”

“Well, my dad used to take me to pick out a tree and then we’d decorate it together. We’d also go sledding, drink hot cocoa… he told me he was going to teach me how to ice skate, but we never got around to do it”

“Was your mom not a part of it or…?”

Oh, your mother. You had almost forgotten about her and that ominous call. This is as good a time as any to share with Wanda more details about your life.

“So, when I spoke about them before I left out some stuff. My parents didn’t actually live together. My dad raised me on his own until he died and then I had to live with my mother… she was already married and pregnant with my half sister when I moved there”

“I see” Wanda nods, knowing it’s too hard to talk about all of it, even if you put up a brave face. “We’ll do anything you want. And you get to pick dinner and have two presents” she promises with a gentle voice, climbing into your lap.

“That’s not necessary” you laugh, hugging her tight. “You’re all I need, really. Plus, that apple pie you gave me each year was better than any birthday cake. You’ve been making my day special since we’ve known each other, Wanda”

“Still, I want you to have a perfect Christmas and birthday” she says with a determined look, and you know nothing will change her mind.

“Ok, my love”

—

Second part of the Christmas plan was to get everything on the twins’ Christmas list.

“It’s three weeks for Christmas, aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves?”

“When it comes to twins, the sooner you do the shopping the better. Learned that the hard way when they had to share a Buzz Lightyear”

“I’m just saying, what if they change their minds about something on the list?”

“Excuse me, don’t you have a closet full of presents already?” Wanda mocks and you straighten up.

“How do you know that?”

“My house is right in front of yours, do you think I don’t see the delivery guy leaving stuff on your front door?”

“It’s not like I can sign up for them at the hospital. Plus, those are extra things, not from their list” you defend yourself, looking at the shelves full of toys.

“You are spoiling them”

“Wait until you see your present” you turn to wink at her.

“Is it in one of those boxes?”

“Oh, hell no. It’s more valuable than that” you say, examining the Nerf gun in front of you. “This was on the list, right?”

“Yes, two of everything, remember” Wanda says, looking for the Funko Pops they wanted. You add lightsabers, some remote control cars, and Pokemon figures.

Apparently, Pietro was taking care of the bikes and had promised to teach the kids how to ride during the winter break.

Once it was all settled, you struggled to pay before Wanda could reach for her purse.

“It’s not fair” she protests when you leave the store, taking your hand. “And you still won’t tell me what you want for Christmas and your birthday!”

“How about you, wearing nothing except for a little bow that I get to untie with my teeth?” you pull her against you, kissing the spot behind her ear. “Because that’s all I really want”

“I’d still like a list of other stuff” Wanda says, blushing at the image you just painted.

“Just bake an apple pie that I don’t have to share with anyone” you joke, putting away the bags in the trunk of Wanda’s car. “We should store these in my place, yes? Reduces the risk of the kids finding them”

“Sounds good. We have an hour or so before we have to pick up the kids. Want some hot cocoa?”

“Sure, lead the way” you agree, knowing one of her favorite cafeterias is close by. As you walk across the street, you find an ice rink in the middle of the square that is right in front of City Hall.

“You know… we could try” Wanda says as you walk past it, and you frown.

“Skating? Pass, babe”

“Why? It’s gonna be so much fun”

“I can’t even begin to tell you the amount of freak accidents that happen when you’re wearing a pair of blades in an icy surface”

“Ok, but can we focus on the fun for a second? I’ll be there with you, I’m great. You can hold my hand” she nudges your side, kissing your cheek softly. “Please, my love”

Wanda pouts and you have to roll your eyes. She always wins.

“Fine”

“Yay!”

You mumble incoherently the entire time you put on the skates, sighing when Wanda kneels and ties them up properly.

“What about protective gear?” you say, the girl in charge and Wanda sharing glances.

“What about it?” Wanda asks, trying to hold back a smile.

“What? No helmet? Knee caps? This is a safety hazard!”

“I can give you my elf hat” the girl says, not knowing how to proceed with a hysterical adult that refuses to go inside the rink.

“She’ll be fine” Wanda reaches for your hand. “Come on, sweetheart”

It feels like you’re learning how to walk, balancing on the skates and hoping you won’t fall on your ass.

“Relax” Wanda stands in front of you, smiling. You sigh, clearly unable to do that as people around you glide effortlessly. “Stand straight, knees slightly bent. Ok, feet in a V position, toes out and heels in” she nods, examining your stance. You feel like an idiot. “Ok, now just push to glide, alternating your feet”

“How do I decide which foot to move first?”

“What do you mean?”

“Left or right?”

“Whichever”

“That doesn’t make any sense” you insist, almost losing your balance. Wanda frowns, walking away from you and showing you how to do it. “Well, you make it look easy”

“Hold my hand” she says, skating backwards to pull you forward.

“Oh, God, I should have never agreed to do this” you complain, feeling stupid.

“Baby, relax. Close your eyes. Please” Wanda insists when you huff. With an eye roll, you relent, feeling her hands in yours. “Don’t think, just feel”

Wanda squeezes your hands, pulling you lightly and you take a tentative step forward. It’s not so bad, but you keep your eyes closed, brow furrowed as you focus on keeping your balance.

“I’m here” she reassures you, leaning forward and kissing you. It’s sweet, but definitely not so innocent as she opens her mouth and runs her tongue across your bottom lip. Without noticing, Wanda is dragging you along the ice rink, and you’re so focused on chasing after her lips that you fail to notice you’re finally skating.

“There we go” Wanda says, pulling away and skating backwards. The minute you stop feeling her hands in yours you open your eyes, terrified.

“Why did you let me go?” you shriek, stumbling around.

“You’re doing great”

Truthfully, you are not. Yes, you’re finally gliding along the surface, but your movements are uncoordinated and at one point, you push yourself too hard, going faster.

“How do you stop?” you say, crashing against Wanda. The speed takes her by surprise, and you’re on your way to hitting the edge of the rink. You turn her around in your arms so your back collides against the railing, the blow leaving you out of breath for a moment.

“You ok?” Wanda asks, arms around your waist.

“Fine” in spite of yourself, you laugh.

“Wanna try again?” Wanda says, her hands going up to your cheeks. You kiss her palm, nodding.

“Just don’t let go of me, please?”

“Never” she promises, pulling you back to the rink.

—

The kids are restless as you drive back home, almost as if they can tell you’ve been out shopping for gifts.

“Alright, settle down, you two” Wanda asks as soon as you walk inside.

“I’m walking Sparky now, just in case there’s an actual storm later today” you say, doubting the forecast can be accurate. It’s way too soon for snow.

Still, you put on a jacket and make sure Sparky is wearing the Christmas sweater Wanda got him this morning. For someone who didn’t want a dog, she sure as hell spoils him.

When you’re a few blocks away from home, you look back and dial a number.

“Hello?”

“Jenny. Hi. It’s Y/N”

There’s an awkward pause, and you’re not even sure if your half sister remembers you at all. Last time you saw her she was eight or nine.

“Yeah, hey. How are you? Give me just a second…” you hear a door closing, the outside noise muffled. “What’s up? Are you coming over for the holidays?”

You’re surprised to hear excitement in her voice. No one really cared if you did before.

“Uh, no. I got work” you lie. “I was actually calling you because your mom left me a voicemail the other day. Said you’re considering going to college close to where I live. So, just wanted to check if you know when you’ll be visiting”

It was the only way you could think of to get more information without having to call your mother.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry she bothered you with this”

“It’s no bother” you lie again. Half lie. If it was only Jenny coming you could handle it. The issue was always your mother.

“I think it’s gonna be after New Years but before school starts. Definitely not before Christmas” she says and you sigh with relief. You can at least enjoy the holidays without having to look over your shoulder. “I’ll text you when I know more. I-If it’s not too much trouble, I know you’re super busy”

“Yeah, no, that’s fine. Text me if you need anything. Take care and happy holidays, kid”

You hang up, feeling strange. It’s a relief, to know you didn’t have to worry about this in the immediate future.

But you also think about your siblings. About the family you could have had if things were different. What would have been like if you had pushed against your mother’s bitterness? Been yourself and an older sister for them instead of hiding and leaving as soon as you could.

Was she a better mother to them than she was to you? Or did they have their share of issues with her?

You come back home, deep in thought so you miss the kids and Wanda hanging stockings in the stairs.

“You’re just in time, come over” your girlfriend says, surprising you with one that has your name.

“This is for me?” you say with a smile, amazed. You hadn’t had one since your last Christmas with your father.

“Well, of course” Wanda says, pointing at the spot next to hers. “Put it there”

Before you do as she says, you pick her up and kiss her.

“I love you” you say, trying really hard not to cry.

“I love you too”

“Can we watch a movie now or are you two gonna take forever?” Tommy says, making you both gasp.

“Where is all this sass coming from?” you say.

“We want popcorn!” Billy asks and you roll your eyes.

“Fine. I’ll get the popcorn, you get the movie” you put Wanda down, kissing her cheek.

As it turns out, the film for today is a personal attack on you.

“You frown like the Grinch!” Tommy says, laughing.

“And look, Sparky is sitting next to you, just like Max”

At Billy’s words, Sparky and you turn to look at each other, the dog looking embarrassed at the comparison.

“You know what, little brats? I’m hiding all your presents” you say with a Grinch voice, chasing after the kids as they shout, the movie forgotten.

“Run, boys!” Wanda says, pretending to be scared. You turn to look at her, a smirk on your face.

“Or better yet, I’m taking your mom and keeping her to myself!” you go back, carrying her over your shoulder and going upstairs while Wanda laughs.

—

Turns out a storm did hit during the night. You wake up before anyone else, amazed at the thick snow that is covering the street. You catch sight of Mrs. Davis trying to clean her driveway and you sigh, changing clothes to go out and help her.

“You’re such a dear” the woman says from her doorway as you shovel the snow out of the way.

“It’s not a problem, really” you reassure her. Once you’re done you take the cup of coffee she offers, making small talk until her phone rings.

You walk back to your place, feeling your face numb from the cold air. Even if you don’t have to work today, you clear the snow and the car, knowing it would be a pain to do it later.

Wanda’s driveway is next and by the time you’re done, you can’t feel your fingers or face.

“Sweetheart, why are you up so early?” Wanda says as soon as you step foot inside, taking off your shoes and coat to keep the rest of the house clean.

“Mrs. Davis needed help” you explain, your nose a little runny from the cold.

“Come here” Wanda almost flinches as she feels your low temperature, but her hands find their way to your face, and then through your hair, getting rid of the snowflakes that landed there. “You’re freezing”

“Warm me up, then” you say, smiling as she kisses you, her lips warm and inviting. Wanda gasps when your cold hands travel south, sinking in her curves. “So hot”

“Snowball fight!” you hear the kids upstairs, who finally woke up and looked out the window.

You smile, greeting them as they walk downstairs to get breakfast. Wanda makes pancakes and you stand next to her, appreciating the warmth of the stove as she finishes cooking.

“Can we build a snowman?” Tommy says, eager to go outside and play.

“Sure. We’ll go after breakfast, ok?” Wanda promises, sitting next to you. There’s a comfortable silence, the boys gulfing down their food and looking at both of you, eagerly.

Though you were looking forward to a slow morning, it’s clear that’s not gonna happen so you wash the dishes while the Maximoffs get their coats and gloves.

Sparky is the first one to run down the stairs, and you’re shocked to find him wearing his own winter jacket and boots.

“I’m feeling a little jealous of all the love he gets” you tease Wanda as you open the door.

The sky is clear now, and the sunlight reflects softly in the white surface. Wanda and the kids use the snow you plowed to build the first part of the snowman, talking while they work. You would be more than happy to help, but you’re too busy admiring the way Wanda’s profile is illuminated, an ethereal glow around her as she laughs with Billy and Tommy.

Once the first part is done, you help them with the middle and the head, making sure the sizes are proportional. Sparky keeps jumping around, the snow covering most of his small body.

“Carrot” Wanda requests, acting as a surgeon requesting a scalpel. She makes sure the eyes and smile are straight, while you pick rocks that will work as buttons.

“Are these ok?” Tommy shows her mom two branches for the arms.

“Perfect. Nice job” she says, nodding approvingly. “And now, the scarf”

She pulls out a red scarf, wrapping it around the snowman. It looks pretty darn cute to be honest.

“What are we naming him?”

“Y/N should name him this year!” Tommy says and you tap your forehead, considering your options.

“I propose… Slushy”

“Nice” Wanda nods, and you’re about to show your agreement when a snowball hits your back.

“Who did this?” you say, crouching like the Grinch again. Tommy and Billy giggle, both pointing at each other. “The Maximoffs have declared war!”

Chaos unleashes after that statement, everyone making snowballs and throwing them at each other while Sparky barks and runs around. Wanda finds cover behind her car, and you lift your fist in the air.

“Truce! We have a runaway! Go get her, boys!”

“No, boys! I’m your mothe-“ she never gets to finish that statement, as a snowball hits her square in the face. She spits out snow, looking shocked. You can’t hold your laughter, especially when she tilts her head and goes after the twins. “You are gonna be grounded until you turn eighteen! Come here, little brats!”

The Maximoffs engage in a battle for a few minutes while you record them, amused. It isn’t until Wanda beckons them to join her that you realise they are now planning an attack on you.

“Wait!” you plead, but you’re too slow, and by the time you run, they are already throwing snowball after snowball at you. You end up falling face first in a small snowbank, and they begin to use their hands to shovel more snow until you’re completely covered.

“Maximoffs win” Wanda says, while Billy and Tommy cheer. “Now go back inside, before you get sick”

You stay on the ground, too tired to move.

“Everything ok?” Wanda says, laughing. You manage to lift your hand and do a thumbs up.

“Spectacular”

—

The rest of the day is thankfully slower. The kids insist on going back out to walk around in the snow, because they think it’s funny how Sparky gets so excited, jumping right into it even if it goes all the way to his ears.

After dinner, everyone is too tired to watch a movie, so Tommy and Billy go up to their room, and fall asleep before Wanda can even close the door to their bedroom.

“I’m so happy we could all be home today” she says, smiling. You nod, closing the door and biting your lip, eager for some alone time with your girlfriend.

As she changes into her pajamas, you step closer, helping her out of her clothes.

“You know, I wanted to talk to you about something… uh…” she stutters when your lips leave a trail of kisses down her neck. “It’s i-important”

“Ok. I’m listening” you nod, pushing her against the bed.

“I can’t focus when you do that”

“Do what?” you feign innocence, settling between her legs, hands going up and down her thighs. “I can multitask, baby. Just tell me what’s on your mind”

Wanda tries really hard to remember what she had to say, but then you’re lifting her legs over your shoulders, pulling her shorts down and biting gently on the flesh of her inner thighs.

You lean forward, about to swipe your tongue across her slit, but stop, looking up at her.

“I’m listening, Wanda”

“Huh? No, please, just…”

“Just what?”

“Just fuck me” she whines, digging her nails in your scalp. You tsk, laughing as her back arches off the bed.

“You forgot what you were gonna say? My baby just likes to be a pillow princess that much, huh?” you taunt, not waiting for a reply. Your tongue finally dips into her pussy, Wanda’s reply to your mockery forgotten as she whines and moans, eager to feel more of your mouth on her cunt.

Finally, you have mercy, and let your tongue circle her clit.

“Fuck” Wanda moans, trying to keep quiet. That upsets you, so you nuzzle your nose against her clit, dipping your tongue deeper to fuck her. Now she can’t keep quiet and you want to smirk, pleased with the way she’s canting her hips up to meet your movements.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to…”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, as you increase the speed of your movements, not stopping even when she comes, and tries to move away from you.

You only stop when her legs give out, and you climb up, kissing her stomach, breasts, neck and cheek.

“You were saying?” Wanda tastes herself on your lips, sighing against your mouth.

“I think you fucked it out of me” she mewls against your neck and you smile.

“Let’s see if it comes back after I fuck you again”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n

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calcifiedunderland · 3 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

Main Masterlist Homepage

—Why not stay a while and paint the roses with me? ~

Stand-Alone Works:

Shrimply Yours ~ Floyd Leech

In which you invoke your shrimp privileges to cheer Floyd up.

Spare Change ~ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul’s friendship can be bought - with a coin from your world.

Fireworks When I’m With You ~ Jade Leech

In which you have a show stopping date night with Jade.

❄️ Holidays in Clock Town ~ Deuce Spade

Snapshots of your time spent in Clock Town during the winter.

The Prefect’s Kiss (ft. Housewardens)

When an NRC Housewarden falls under Sleeping Death, only one person can wake them up.

Riddle, Azul, Kalim

Leona, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Series:

Food Fight! ~ Trey Clover vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Jamil Viper

Based on this post! Thank you @recreyomakesdoodles !

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (COMPLETED!)

Food Fight! ~ Snack Break Mini-Series

Apple Pie ~ Epel Felmier

Frosted Doughnut ~ Ruggie Bucchi

Suspicious Toast ~ Sebek Zigvolt

Encounters of a Disney-aware Prefect (ongoing)

Strange encounters trigger odd memories from your time before falling into Twisted Wonderland.

Why can’t you remember anything? What doesn’t have to do with the Seven?

Pomefiore Edition

Mirror Mirror, Speak to Me ~ Vil Schoenheit

Wishing Wells and a Hunter’s Box ~ Rook Hunt

What We Brew in the Dark ~ Epel Felmier

Your Heart of Glass ~ Neige Leblanche

Beyond NRC

The Dark of Noble Bell ~ Rollo Flamme

Pride & Prejudice: A TWSTed AU (Overblot Gang)

Prologue

Routes Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #masterlist #twst masterlist #twisted wonderland Masterlist #calcified writing #calcified masterlist

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welcometoyunosworld · 3 months ago

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘐 𝘚𝘌𝘜𝘕𝘎-𝘏𝘠𝘜𝘕 / 𝘛.𝘖.𝘗

𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 : 𝘙𝘖𝘠𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘜! 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘔𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘕𝘌𝘜𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘓! 𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠/𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔 (𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩!🙏💋)

Seung-hyun has lost all entertainment and interest in his own castle, it's been several years and he was fed up with all the boring duties, as all have lost their meaning and purpose. He reminded himself as long as he can provide the protection and the source of his land needs then he will remain as a king deserving of his people's gratitude.

"Your Highness, the crates have been delivered to the assigned location." The butler announces, earning a nod from Seung-hyun, who has an uninterested look on his face. "Your Highness, would you like to have a walk outside the garden?" The butler offered only to be dismissed with Seung-hyun's quick yet respectful rejection. The butler let out a sigh and nodded before he bowed and left the throne room to return to his duties.

Seung-hyun stood from his throne and made his way to the window, his empty and calculating eyes scanning the view from above, watching little kids run around, playing and enjoying themselves. Seung-hyun watched for a little longer before, one by one, the kids went home as the sun set to a dark sky. He lets out a quiet sigh, turning around and walks out of his throne room, looking around, he swiftly went to his chambers and he takes off his jewelry, one by one, quietly setting them on the softness of the cloth in the large box, as he placed the last one carefully, he then closed the large box and hid it. He felt a surge of excitement and uncertainty with this idea but he wishes to explore the true nature of his land during the night.

He wore his dark cloak and left his chambers, making his way down the empty halls until he reached the two big, wooden doors. Quietly pushing one slightly open until he could squeeze out of it, he let it slide close soundlessly. His excitement and wonder only grew the moment he could smell the fresh air of this peaceful and quiet night.

Busy streets, people chattering, he can't help but smile slightly seeing his people were doing just as fine. He was checking out a flower shop when he heard someone struggling with carrying the flower pots. He sets the flower back to its place and he steps in to help. "Here, allow me." He said as you, the flower shop owner, lets out a surprised noise when you see a man helping you put the pots inside. "Oh, thank you so much! I thought it'll take me forever to get these inside!" You chimed in with a smile. "It's no problem, after all, you look really exhausted. Many customers today?" He replied with an interested look in his eyes.

"Oh indeed! Thank you for your help, come have a seat. I'll get you something." You said, gently holding his arm to lead him to the chair in your shop. "Oh it's okay-" He tried to protest yet he was cut off when he was already on the chair with a glass of water on the table in front of him. "Oh hush, i have to repay you somehow for your kindness," you said while you were behind the little counter of what seemed to be a mini kitchen. "would you like some pie?" You offered, showing him the plate with a slice of the warm pie you had just made.

Somehow Seung-hyun's mouth nearly watered when he saw the sight of the delicious looking food.. "Oh that looks really good.." He muttered, which he got a chuckle out of you. "Don't be shy now, here you go." Placing the plate down on the table and the utensils next to it as you sit across him. While he ate, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, his eyes meeting yours made his heart suddenly beat faster, it's like the world around him finally has colors.

"Oh how rude of mee! I'm (Y/n), and you are?" Seung-hyun paused.. He knows he kept his name anonymous for several years, could this lovely person possibly notice? "Ah, you can call me Seung-hyun." He replied with a warm smile to which you returned. "Seung-hyun, what a lovely name." You chuckled softly, making Seung-hyun's heart race once more. He can't stop looking at you, admiring you, just the way you'd smile and gaze at him, it's like the world is lively once again.

Being a little curious, Seung-hyun changed the topic. "So.. just curious. What are your thoughts about.. the king?" He was almost hesitant, but he wanted to know... Does she even recognize him? You raised an eyebrow when he mentioned the king, oh how you admired him. "Ohh sweet heavens! The king, he's amazing! He always stays true to his words, but goodness, i never seen his face before, nor know his name. Only few people remember his name after several years of him deciding to stay anonymous." Seung-hyun felt, a little relieved. Were you new here?

"Are you.. new here?" He asked, then took a sip from the glass of water. "Oh yes, i just moved two years ago from the Kwon Kingdom." Ahh yes, he recognized that kingdom too quickly. Of course this person came from that kingdom. It wasn't a bad kingdom, just the people there were just not it. Seung-hyun has been there, once.

"Ah, i see.." Seung-hyun looked away, avoiding her gaze. "Oh there was no problem with the kingdom whatsoever! It's just that my grandmother left this shop to me before she died.." You added with a gentle look in your eyes, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "I understand, and I'm sorry for your loss. How do you like it here so far?" Your smile returns at his reply and your heart beats faster, it was like you felt more happy to finally make a new friend. "Loving it here, definitely! Life here has never been this better.. I'm happy and content." You smiled softly..

Seung-hyun's mind kept lingering back at you, your smile, your eyes and your voice.. Every night, it's like you were a ghost haunting his dreams, by letting him believe you were in his arms and when dawn arrives, he'd wake up to a nightmare of realization you were never there.

Ever since Seung-hyun met you, he felt there was more to life than just keeping his kingdom at peace and balanced. There was more he could explore, and he was sure he wanted to explore more with you, the thought of having you by his side, hearing your voice everyday, every night and seeing your smile, your gentle gaze. He was smiling more than usual which got his butler wondering what he's up to now, but he was glad to see his king having the same light of life in his eyes than the hollow and emotionless eyes.

"Your Highness, i assume you discovered something new?" The butler spoke from the doorway, expecting Seung-hyun's answer to be art related or something more? "Not something, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦." The butler's eyes widened momentarily, oh this was better than he thought. This is great news.

"Oh this lovely person, just amazing. Their smile, their sweet voice.. and oh their beautiful (eye color) eyes.." Seung-hyun said while his eyes would close, imagining your beautiful features as he spoke. The butler felt a wave of relief and happiness seeing the King looking so happy and in love, he could only hope Seung-hyun could be this happy everyday.

"I want her to be my Queen.."

Seung-hyun whispered, a smile on his face as he stood up from his throne and looked outside the window. He lets out a wry chuckle upon seeing a couple walking down the busy streets of his kingdom, as he would imagine he and you would have a walk around his garden, showing you beautiful flowers- wait.

"My garden." Seung-hyun murmured before he was already making his way to his neglected garden, and his eyes widened seeing the wilted flowers, the dead trees and he immediately went to cut off all dead roots to plant new ones. "Your Highness?! What are you doing? You do realize you can order your maidens to do the job for you!" His butler exclaimed from the gates.

Seung-hyun stood up and looked at his butler with a wide smile and exclaimed;

"No, i want to do this myself, so i can show them that i made this garden as beautiful as them!"

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𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚; 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 🥹🫶❤️‍🩹

#choi seunghyun #bigbang #gdragon #kpop #bigbang x reader #daesung #kwon jiyong #taeyang #kpop x reader #Choi seunghyun x reader #music #Seunghyun choi #choi seunghyun fanfic

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itadoraki · 1 month ago

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Mother's Day.🌹

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Night Raven Colle Vice-Leaders x R.femele

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Mother's Day for the vice-leaders of the Twisted-Wonderland dormitories, with their wives and children who are their copies

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Trey Clover - Heartslabyul

Trey's house was full of a cozy atmosphere, with a large table set in the center, full of cakes and pies - all made by him. His wife smiled next to a child who had clearly inherited Trey's softness and friendly smile, with light brown hair and the same gentle eyes. The little one, helping in the service, handed a small box to her mother.

"Happy Mother's Day, mom! I did it for you," the child said enthusiastically.

Trey's wife hugged her affectionately, smiling when she saw her daughter's familiarity with her father's patience. Trey watched from afar, his quiet smile on his face, while preparing another pie with the help of his daughter.

"You taught me to be patient and attentive, dear. Our daughter is the embodiment of that."

Trey smiled, touching his wife on the shoulder. "And she's more than I could dream of."

At the end of the day, the three sat down together for dinner, with the daughter proudly telling stories about what she had learned from her father. Trey, in his usual silence, just appreciated the love he knew there was in his family.

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Ruggie Bucchi - Savanaclaw

Ruggie lived with the energy of the day, and on this Mother's Day, he spared no effort to ensure that everything was perfect. His wife was leaning next to the table, smiling affectionately at her son - a mini-Ruggie, with the same cunning eyes and a smile that always seemed to hide something.

"Be careful, my dear, he learned to dodge all our tricks already," said his wife, laughing.

The son, with his natural cunning, spent the day running around the house, ensuring that everyone was working and that things followed the plan. Ruggie, as much as he wanted to rest, found himself with his son in a strategy competition, trying to see who could get the most out of a simple lunch.

"In the end, mom will win all this, won't she, dad?" The son asked with a smart smile.

Ruggie looked at his wife, who laughed. "Of course. She always knows more than all of us."

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Jade Leech - Octavinelle

Jade's house was full of intricate floral arrangements, with an elegant and mysterious touch. His wife, always calm, sat at the table with his son, who had the same enigmatic presence as his father, although with a touch of lightness that made him more... accessible. Jade, watching from afar, was deeply touched by his wife's sincere smile and his son's affable behavior.

"Look, mom! I imitated the father!" Said the son, putting a rare plant on the table.

Jade, smiling discreetly, approached and fixed the plant accurately. "You're like me, but there's something more. Maybe the ability to be more... charming," he commented with an affectionate look at his son.

As the night progressed, Jade found herself reflecting on the years spent with her wife and son. He didn't need anything else, because he had found his true happiness there, watching his family thrive in a calm and serene environment.

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Jamil Viper - Scarabia

Jamil, with his reserved nature and a tendency to plan everything meticulously, spent Mother's Day taking care of every detail. His wife, equally disciplined, watched tenderly while her son - a mini-Jamil with the same quiet and calculating energy - tried to help with the flower arrangements.

"Isn't it good, mom?" The son asked, with a soft voice, similar to Jamil's.

His wife smiled, with the same welcoming look she always had. "It's wonderful, dear. You have the same talent as your father."

Jamil, who observed with a serious expression, felt a feeling of peace that he rarely experienced. His wife and son were the only people capable of bringing this comfort to his heart, and he had known, even without words, that he had found everything he needed.

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Rook Hunt - Pomefiore

The atmosphere in Rook's house was a spectacle of color and beauty. His wife, a charming woman who always looked radiant, sat in an elegant chair while her son - with the same observant eyes and imposing posture of Rook - looked at her with admiration.

"Please let me help, mom," said the son, his voice soft but full of firmness.

Rook watched the scene with pleasure, knowing that his son's ability to perceive the world around him was in tune with his own. He was always proud of the beauty of his family and, at that moment, knew that true beauty was captured in the simplicity of daily gestures of love.

"You have the most refined look, my son," said Rook with a proud smile. "Mom taught you well."

At the end of the day, he gave his wife a rare beauty gift, something that only he could have found in his wanderings around the world. She accepted him with a warm smile, aware that, at that moment, she was surrounded by the true art of life.

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Lilia Vanrouge - Diasomnia

The scenery was magical, with the soft light of the moon reflecting on the walls of the castle, which was covered with magical flowers. Lilia and her wife were sitting on the balcony, with a son - a little Lilia, with the same energetic presence and mischievous look - who, next to them, showed his magic with small flames.

"Mom, look! I managed to make a flower of fire!" Said the son, with a bright smile.

Lilia, with her usually playful smile, watched with unmistakable pride. "It is, without a doubt, a skill that only I would have taught."

His wife laughed, stroking her son's hair. "He has both you and me, Lilia."

At nightfall, the family flew together, floating around the castle, as if the whole world were a field of enchanted flowers, a place where love and magic would never end.

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#twisted oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland jp #twst #twst manga #disney twisted wonderland #x yn #dia das mães #mother’s day #v

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sunmoon-starfactory · 8 months ago

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New Feature - Story Mode

Moving forward, we are unlocking the "testing options" that beta users and ourselves use for various cheaty testing quickness. This should make it easier for everyone to get into the" supply chain" aspect of Sun&Moon sets.

We are dubbing it "Story Mode". Mostly because cheating sounds icky, but the Sims 2 is a single player game...so no one should care if you cheat anyway but also there is no need to make a player feel called out if they used a shortcut to get to the good parts of a single player game am I right?

Sun&Moon was always a project meant to simulate realistic supply chains. As we made more sets, things have become more intertwined than ever. We get that this is confusing for newcomers and truthfully, it can sometimes complicate testing. Story Mode can make it easier to get into the gameplay and get your supply chain started, or allow you to skip that entirely and still enjoy the sets.

Please note this is intended for sets from September 2024 forward. There are still intentions of updating older stations to the Crafting Points system and as that is done, this feature will be added in. A proper update notice for each set will of course be announced.

Options that can be found under the Story Mode pie menu option will include:

Fully Stock Station - This will stock the station with everything needed to make a product, no need to direct a sim to stock or even have the items gathered. Your sims will still need the proper skill levels, writs, or traits to complete the task.

Receive All Products - Don't want to even go through the manufacturing motions? Or wait for a timer to run to get to the end products? Or build up skill levels/have writs in your inventory? This action grants all end products to the sim's inventory, no fuss. This will include any Skill Level reward, such as Writs of Mastery. Warning, this can result in cluttered inventories.

Spawn - This is to force a spawner to reproduce or summon the attached item, bypassing timers in items like hunting spawners, or self propagating plants.

Action! - Makes a sim complete the animations associated with a station, but results in no ingredients needed, and no products made. Just for the looks and photoshoots really.

Of course as things develop, more options may be added to Story Mode. Note, that Decoration options are not part of Story Mode and will stay on the standard pie menu.

Turning On Story Mode

Story Mode is OFF by default, and can be activated by one of three ways:

Trait Restrictions - Built into the code already, if you use traits and don't mind adding one more into a sim's inventory add in the Story Mode trait and these menus will auto show. This method allows you to restrict by individual sims.

Lot Controller Object - Built into the code already, if you place the Sun&Moon Lot Controller Object on a lot then all the menus will auto show. This works on all sims per lot.

SimPE Edit - In the object you want to turn Story Mode permanently on; Navigate to the TTAB, select the Pie Menu Functions resource, and select a story mode option you wish to edit. Select the Pie Menu Option you wish to enable, select all numbers/text in the Guardian BHAV box and hit delete to clear the box. Commit and Save.

Recompress.

Lot Controller Object & Story Mode Trait

Including these two files here, as they directly affect this feature. Both can be found in the Misc>Misc category for $0.

Using the trait is simple, just put it in a sim's inventory and forget about it.

The Lot Object Controller however, has had several features coded into it so it's not just useless deco. More features will be added as they come up.

Hide/Show all Blocks of Blocking and Mini Blocks of Blocking

Hide/Show Sun&Moon made specific OMSPs

Inventory Transfer tool between sims. Code taken the original by mike_1102, using the mesh and texture features of Fractured Moonlight's version. Also has an invisible option.

Download

View Use/Instruction Manual

#ts2 #s2cc #sims2 #sims 2 #custom content #mod #sun&moon #star factory

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scramjettracy · 2 months ago

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If the Tracy penthouse was quiet (too quiet?) when you left for what was an entirely too full day of meetings, it may have been a different case on your return.

The enormous holoscreen was lit, playing a rather antiquated movie featuring a rampaging dinosaur currently chewing an office block to the screams of innocent humans.

A pair of canvas shoes kicked off just over the doorway, a scuffed hold-all abandoned alongside them. A box of rather tempting mini apple pies on the edge of the kitchen worktop, a set of officewear hung over the back of a chair-

And one head of blonde hair, sprawled out on the sofa with his feet up, currently engrossed in the movie.

The screaming noises might have concerned Scott, had their authenticity not been thrown into some doubt by unconvincing roaring sound effects effects and frenzied orchestral music turned up so high the floor was vibrating.

Rolling his eyes he sidestepped the deck shoes trip hazard, and strode into the kitchen to deposit the bags of food on the work surface. Four bags, to be precise because apparently the only way to get “a bit of everything” was the Special Occasion Family Buffet deal for 8.

Which came with a vegan celebration cake, a generic banner reading “IT’S A CELEBRATION!!!”. And three helium balloons.

He’d given the balloons to a young family he’d passed on the way back to the apartment. The banner he guessed he’d stash for some generic celebratory occasion.

He rubbed at the grooves the hessian-handled paper bags had left in his palms. Their evening meal weighed approximately the same as a couple of human toddlers.

Some might deem it excessive… alright it absolutely was an excessive amount of food for just the two of them but it had saved him having to make an actual Decision about what to order.

He was all decisioned-out for the day.

He snuck a tiny apple pie out of the box to fuel the short walk across the room towards where his baby brother was still engrossed in wobbly CGI lizard-violence.

Godzilla swiped at a helicopter and reminded Scott that his initial idea of surprising the oblivious squid by leaping over the back of the couch and crushing him mightn’t be the best plan. He crouched instead at the side, just behind Gordon’s head and as the onscreen monster swung its head menacingly towards the camera Scott threw his arms around Gordon’s neck and whispered ‘BOO!’

He should have expected the bowl of popcorn to the face…

#thunderbirds rp #thunderscenes

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tovieplays · 11 months ago

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NEW MODS VIDEO IS LIVE NOW!!! FOLLOW FOR MORE

| Visual mods |

*No music notes mod for sims 4: by Krys29 https://modthesims.info/d/540385/no-music-notes-for-sims-4.html

*No Zzz for Sims 4 https://modthesims.info/d/540287/no-zzz-for-sims-4.html

*Missing plumbob by https://ko-fi.com/s/b737098fd3

| Gameplay mods |

*SimCare https://www.patreon.com/posts/simcare-early-91664292

*Mccc - https://deaderpool-mccc.com/

*Weerbesu UI cheats https://www.patreon.com/posts/ui-cheats-v1-16-26240068

*Smarter Pie Menu: Searchable https://www.patreon.com/posts/smarter-pie-menu-81030137

*Steady Sit & Seat Any Sim: https://www.patreon.com/posts/mod-steady-sit-83645525

*Mini-Mod: Greetings: https://www.patreon.com/posts/nc4t-mini-mod-65202018

*First Impressions: https://www.patreon.com/posts/44832679

*Mod: Turn On TV: https://www.patreon.com/posts/mod-turn-on-tv-70261108

*Control Any Sim https://modthesims.info/d/634595/control-any-sim-v1-2-4.html

*Healthy living mod : https://www.patreon.com/posts/healthy-living-102663074

*Autonomy Toggle : https://www.patreon.com/posts/bg-autonomy-31612207

*Midnitetech power outages mod https://www.patreon.com/midnitetech/posts

*Midnitetech doom scrolling https://www.patreon.com/midnitetech/posts

* Nerdy doll Cupids corner lower refresh rate https://www.patreon.com/posts/cupids-corner-108827515

*UTOPYA Brawling Mod https://www.patreon.com/UTOPYA_cc/posts

*UTOPYA make the bed mod https://www.patreon.com/UTOPYA_cc/posts

*UTOPYA pool table mod https://www.patreon.com/posts/functional-pool-97981170

*Waronkcc functional cars https://www.patreon.com/posts/61053382

| Overrides |

*Luxe Gift Box Override by LargeTayterTots https://www.patreon.com/posts/luxe-gift-box-by-104977636

*Presents Overhaul by Apricot Rush https://www.patreon.com/posts/day-9-presents-94902582

*Simkatu Computer Desktop Override https://www.patreon.com/simkatu/posts

*Ceiling replacement by surprise peach https://surprisepeach.tumblr.com/post/625013453550157824/this-replaces-the-ugly-white-ceilings-with-a

*Pc game override by Ebonix https://www.patreon.com/posts/33560276

*Simkatu override flower arrangement https://www.patreon.com/simkatu/posts

*Dynamus Remote Override https://modthesims.info/m/10185139

*Nv games Failed Energy Animation https://www.patreon.com/posts/small-mods-69121597

*Default mop replacement LargeTayterTots https://www.patreon.com/posts/default-haul-87565236

| Romance mods |

*Purchase jewelry by rex :https://konansock.tumblr.com/post/751599316869791744/small-mod-purchase-jewelry-on-phones

*SIMS4 MOD | Kiss-n-Grind 1.6 Waved Kiss https://www.patreon.com/posts/107870579

*Simkatu cry mod https://www.patreon.com/simkatu/posts

*UTOPYA passionate gifts https://www.patreon.com/UTOPYA_cc/posts

| Cas and lighting mods |

*Vyxated Reflective CAS Background https://www.patreon.com/posts/reflection-cas-93254283

*Weerbesu More columns in CAS https://www.patreon.com/posts/more-columns-in-27751117

*No blu by LUUMIA https://luumiasims.com/post/176043227929/its-been-well-over-a-year-since-noblu-v1-came-out

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deansleathercoat · 5 months ago

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Little!dean , c!g bobby hcs ( small little!sam mention )

I kind of went overboard because I was bored so bwahhh uhhh there's a BUNCH so enjoy

Dean has ALOT of meltdowns regression isn't pretty for him ,but bobby always knows what he need whether it's to sit in his lap while bobby rocks him in the rocking chair, or if he needs to cry and hit against bobby's chest

Bobby definitely makes dean his baba's like one time dean was slipping on bobby's couch after a hunt and he asked for whiskey and bobby returned with a bottle of warm milk and to deans whining sat him on his lap and fed him “no want- mmp!" "Shh.... Don't fight it idjit..” mmm.... Papa...- no-” “its okay... It's all okay"

Dean has nightmares about the hunts of course but God in little space it's so much worse he'll wake up screaming , chest heaving his Stomach going in and out shaking and the bobby comes in and just holds him , I feel like he'd gently hum to him “i got you kiddo. I got you”

Puts on old movies for dean to watch from when bobby was a kid hiding from his dad and Dean just babbles off at the screen and bobby finds it adorable because it's like a mini happier verison of childhood him ( bonus if it's a cowboy movie )

I feel one day sam walked in on little!dean on bobby's floor and bobby just responded “hes comfortable leave him be son" he's also ALWAYS down if sam feels little deans regression is voluntary ( some days it's involuntarily if he's having a bad day after a long hunt or a meltdown ) but for sam it's completely involuntarily it doesn't happen often just maybe after a nightmare specially if the ones about jess reserface or ones about his SA's and he'd just show up at bobby's door mumbling about needing help with research it's very noticeable if he's regressed because he slurs his words

Bobby definitely made dean a bracelet and dean hasn't taken it off he looks at it if he's ever upset or if bobby's busy while he's little and just runs his fingers across it , sometimes it causes him to stim but dean doesn't mind bobby taught him to just let it out and stiming is healthy

Bobby has a small box on the side of his couch with some pacis , a bottle , some old army figures just small things like that because regression is really common for dean he uses it to blow off steam ( besides hunts ) because he's trying to work on more healthy coping mechanisms

Dean calls bobby "bapa!" A small way of trying to say his name but ultimately wanting to call him papa , no needing to call him papa

The first time dean regressed in front of bobby he was 12 and bobby had walked in on him with a pacifier in his mouth “you idjit what are you doing?” but when he saw that look in deans eyes he knew , I think he knew once he saw the bruises and the saw the paci soon after

Packs dean lunches ! Dean often forgets to eat on hunts so he'll make him a small sandwich, a juice box , some kind of fruit or a cheese stick and small slice of pie to make sure he's got something in his stomach

Taught sam how to caregive because deans been slipping more and more and if it happens on the road didn't want sam to freak ( did the same thing for dean in sam's involuntarily regression )

Bobby sings dean old lullaby's 100% it ends with dean snoring and drooling on his chest but bobby knows he feels safe and that's what makes it worth it

Dean cries alot in little space mostly because of unprocessed feelings being Little just makes feeling so much easier for him to just sob and let it out ( bobby isn't the kind to say something like "shhh, stop crying kiddo” he's more “thats it let it out , don't stop until your ready. I'm here bud"

Deans very embassred of this but bobby sometimes dresses him when he's to little to move specially if he makes a lunch during feedings

Bobby NEVER drinks around little!Dean. ( Or Little!sam )

”you don't gotta play dad kiddo it's your turn to be taken care of now it's alright ”

Bobby makes sure dean eats all his food groups and rewards him with some pie after he believes in rewarding good behavior , he might even get a ( greasy ) Burger if he's been good all day

Bobby doesn't "punish" dean really, sometimes he'll give him a small smack on the back of the head ( not when he's little) if he's little he'll sit him down and have a no nonsense chat with him about why he felt the need to act like that or explaining why he can't do whatever he did , if that doesn't work it's 5 minute timeout but he doesn't give dean timeout without his stuffie or just something to hold. Just to help him process his feelings and he doesn't want him to be alone , after the 5 minutes he'll come check on him “we feeling a bit calmer kiddo?” ( I feel like if it was something really bad he might spank him but it's like 1-10 it's happened like twice )

Bobby plays army with dean and helps him organize his figures because he knows how little it makes dean feel ( and he just wants to play with his little boy )

“daddy , daddy , daddy !” dean shouts as bobby walked through the door , dean was happily kicking his feet and once he saw bobby started flapping his hands excitedly

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #80s #fyp #edit #70s #tiktok refugee #90s #fandom agere #supernatural agere #spn agere #age regressor #agere regression #bobby singer #john winchester

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mamasplat · 3 months ago

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Katrina and Johnny Ghost

This is a pie lore breakdown made specifically in mind for my very confused friends when I discuss the insane lore and theories that plague my mind like a beautiful blight.

I provided links and timestamps with my thoughts and analysis as well as direct dialogue, i even give a mini breakdown of Jimmy Casket.

I hope this is useful to someone even if just a quick refresh i spent a whole day putting this together

Gmod Scary Ghost HUNT horror map part 2 Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast are called to an abandoned building that seems to be some sort of sewage plant due to astronomical paranormal readings discovered to be hoards and hoards of zombies locked deep within.

At 4:01 we get our first sighting of a paper pale young even teenage looking girl with stark black shoulder length hair, dressed in only a mid length sleeveless white dress. Her posture indicates her to be shy or standoffish with one arm overlapping the other, hand holding just above her wrist. This stance makes her appear smaller and meek, non threatening.

Johnny Ghost on first sighting: We came back- Woah.

Johnny Ghost: No. it can't be. It- it's not Katrina is it..?

Johnny Ghost: No it can’t be her not again.

Johnny Ghost: The ghost is messing with my head, it's not really her.

Johnny Toast: It does that sir, you know it does this sir.

Johnny Ghost: Go talk to it.

Johnny Toast: Me, sir?

Johnny Ghost: I can't, johnny. You know what happens.

Katrina disappears before Toast can approach

Johnny Ghost: This ghost is obviously trying to haunt me.

Johnny Ghost: If you see her again please tell me. I think this ghost might unveil the secret we've always been wanting to find but never wanted to hear…

This sets up three primary factors, Ghost reacts badly to Katrina, Ghost knew Katrina and something horrible happened to Katrina that remains publicly unsolved.

6:45 Katrina shows herself again right in front of Johnny Ghost as they walk down the abandoned hallway, all is the same as her first appearance minus the blood that now seeps through her dress on the right side below her hip.

Johnny Toast: Why is she here sir?

Johnny Toast: We've never seen her that often.

Johnny Ghost: Not since…i thought that i came to terms with it, Johnny.

Johnny Toast: Maybe she's trying to communicate with you, sir.

12:35 Katrina's ghost appears in the distance, her hair is seemingly wet, stinking to her face and collar, she’s damp and even seems to be bloody without any clothes.

Johnny Ghost: There she is. Why is she following us around, Johnny…..

Johnny Ghost: And why can you see her too? You've never seen here before.

14:10 Toast spots what we assume to be katrina, ghost does not

Johnny Ghost: At first i thought maybe it was the paranormal entity just messing with my head trying to get into my emotions but…

Johnny Ghost: What if it’s actually her-

This scene is cut off by a jump scare as they enter a short lived cave part with shallow pooled water.

15:41 new Katrina sighting. Mostly the same but with longer curly hair and a longer dress and white out eyes, this difference should not effect canon as unlike prior sightings this is a 2d photo realistic asset compared to her 3d model, meaning it is merely a factor of the map creator bridging that gap but is still the same person

Johnny ghost: it’s actually her- what if- what if this ghost is not haunting us but is trying to communicate with us-

Ghost though normally apathetic is starting to get more emotional than logical, a rare sight only prominently seen in the past when his partner Johnny Toast gets hurts like in haunted by zoroark or when on the verge of an episode like with cardboard box friend or in haunted by batman when Gavin pretending to be his twin Johnny Toast pulls out a knife nearly provoking Jimmy Casket within Johnny Ghost to take over.

17:10 Katrina appears face to face with Johnny Ghost, the same model as 12;35 confirms she is damp and bloody, still unclothed with her hair covering her chest for modesty. Her face has seen better days with her lips badly bruised and her eyes totally blacked out or even hollowed.

At this point in the investigation Ghost and Toast have started to bicker with Ghost's frustration mounting as Toast tries and fails to awkwardly lower the tensions, this could severely affect them and their ability to work with an open mind and a level head.

17:40 while leading the way Johnny Ghost climbs a ladder out of a (i think it's a sewage pit of sorts? Hole with big water pipes leading to it. Shallow water again.) only to be jumpscared by a zombie, he flings himself into a far corner of the pit leaping from the ladder frantically repeating Johnny Toast’s first name

Johnny Toast: What is it sir???

Johnny Toast: ...did you find batman?

Johnny Ghost, sounding uncharacteristically meek: No…

Johnny Toast: Well alright sir, let’s get up, come on.

Johnny Ghost: Johnny…

Johnny Ghost: Johnny.

Johnny Toast: Yes? Do you need to talk to me about your problems again, sir?

Johnny Ghost: No…

Johnny Toast: Do you want to write it down?

Johnny Ghost: No…

Johnny Ghost: I need a hug. Johnny, I need a hug.

Johnny Toast: Come here, sir. Comeee here sir.

This pathetic display from ghost shows not just how fragile dealing with Katrina has made him but also the dynamic that comes out when Ghost loses stability, Toast stepping up to keep him grounded when possible.

Also ironically enough this scene comes directly after the scene where ghost is complaining about Toast once causing an incident when they were in middle school camping together and Toast hooked the tent to his dad’s car which his father then unknowingly drove off with Ghost still in the tent causing him scars that stay even to this day in his adulthood where ghost said: “i’m not bringing it up cuz i want to talk to you, you’re not my shrink.”

This is where the episode ends. We move onto the final part.

Ghost starts the episode much more put together than we last left off asking Toast for his professional opinion as Toast has a higher education, is a bit older, and wrote a successful book on the paranormal.

Johnny Toast: Well let me think about this for a second, sir..

Johnny Toast: You keep seeing this girl, uh you used to know…right, sir?

Johnny Ghost: We dont know it’s her, it could simply be the ghost using my memories against me. Or she simply just looks exactly the same.

Johnny Toast: Or! This could be two things happening at once, sir. Say there could be some ghosts here besides the girl, but it could also be the girl who's trying to communicate and warn you as you go through, sir.

Ghost agrees with this idea wholeheartedly, saying Katrina must have freed another more serious paranormal entity to get P.I.E.’s attention. Toast steers off of the idea that Katrina Herself is malevolent, maybe he believes that…or maybe it’s something he says to keep Ghost from overreacting.

3:20 we get another segment in a shallow water cave. The motif of Katrina and Water has only gotten stronger.

5:20 An exact dead replica of Ghost and Toast's favored childhood (implied stray dog seeing they both had a relationship with it despite not sharing a home in their youth) is placed within the ventilation system that Ghost and Toast are climbing through.

(Ghost named him jumper, Toast called him spot. They argue over this and yes it is relevant)

This makes Ghost once again emotionally vulnerable and more open to guilty admissions at 6:36.

Ghost is jumpscared by another hallucination of a corpse not unlike the zombie in the sewage pit earlier, his reaction is much the same. Sniffling before he speaks, his voice small.

Johnny Ghost: It wasn't my fault, Johnny. It wasn’t my fault.

Ghost notably pauses before he speaks again.

Johnny Ghost: I didn't know jumper would do that, okay? I didn’t know!

Johnny Toast: Sir…that was a long time ago, sir.

Johnny Ghost: No- it’s not my fault. Okay?

Johnny Ghost: Jumper got hit by a car but it wasn’t my fault!

Johnny Toast: I know sir.

Johnny Ghost: Whatever- why are we talking about this.

Ghost going off info given in their debut prop hunt video should at least be in his 30s this is an extreme reaction of guilt for an animal he would’ve grieved a long long time ago. It is my belief, and many others- he is not talking about jumper in this interaction but rather using jumper to hide the truth of this pleading declaration that he is not at fault for something.

7:49 photorealistic Katrina shows in a jumpscare right in front of our duo with an audio clip, the first time she’s made noise.

Johnny Ghost: okay…does she have to be so creepy..?

Johnny Ghost: Johnny I’m legitimately scared, Johnny. I’m actually scared right now.

Mind you, Johnny ghost is the founding head member of P.I.E. Paranormal investigator extraordinaire. Johnny Ghost has been working with the paranormal for years and has dealt with much worse foes.

Johnny Ghost, through gritted teeth: I’m trying my hardest not to have a mental breakdown, okay? A lot of trauma is happening right now. First there was jumper- and- and- and her. And…

This monologue is cut off by them finding a zombie in the burrow they’re crawling through.

11:04, toast sees her and ghost does not

Johnny Toast: Sir….I have a question, sir.

Johnny Toast: Why does she always appear before something bad happens?

Johnny Ghost: I don't know….

Johnny Toast: It's a question sir….

Ghost proceeds to start hitting things like it’s nothing more than a fidget as Toast has now planted a seed that maybe Katrina is being intentionally aggressive, unlike their prior wishful theory.

Johnny Ghost: you do realize the simple fact we’re even talking about her has me on the edge of a mental breakdown, you don’t want that- you don’t want that Johnny.

Ghost breaks the conversation, switching to comment on how old the computer monitor he just broke was, Toast mentioning that it can't be older than himself. This makes Ghost act out even worse.

Johnny Ghost: Do you have to constantly bring up how you're older than me- like that really matters! Like that really matters!-

Johnny Toast: sir please-

Johnny Ghost: what?!

Johnny Ghost: i don’t want to hear about her- i don’t care- stab stab stab stab- i don’t care!

Jimmy casket is a character introduced through the murder mini game, it wasn’t until 5:30 in prop hunt 18 that it was confirmed Jimmy Casket and Johnny Ghost are in fact one in the same though the means of how is never fully confirmed leaving it up to theorists.

My personal theory has to do with Jimmy being a connection of Ghost’s father. Timothy 'Tommy' Casket who Johnny Toast remarks as a suspicious figure to Ghost given the last name Casket.

Timothy Casket died prior to Ghosts birth, and Ghosts mother had to of changed Johnny Ghosts legal name sometime after his birth but before he was six years old, leaving ample time for the (at the time) Gregory Casket to wander off and go missing while staying in an abandoned house with the entity known as cardboard friend in this video.

Merely under the assumption that Timothy Casket was not a good man like Ghost believes and Toasts habit of knowing better than Ghost but not correcting him outright because of Ghosts stubborn nature I loosely believe an aspect of Timothy rather it be paranormal or genetic lives dormant within Johnny Ghost

Taking the title Jimmy Casket. Johnny, Timothy/Tommy, mix the names together and you find Jimmy.

The verbal mantra of “stab stab stab” and “do you want to know my secret” is coined by Jimmy Casket and stands as a clear verbal indication of Ghost going into an episode. I call these episodes because when Jimmy Casket is at play Johnny Ghost has no recollection whatsoever of anything that’s happened, wiping his memory with hours of lost time as seen in the New Jersey case of Cardboard friend.

In the public eye Jimmy Casket is known by name but not appearance, people believe Casket is a crazed killer who follows Johnny Ghost out of some hidden motive when they are in fact the same vessel. Jimmy is considered by the fan wiki to be an “Amalgamation of a demonic entity and the dark side of Johnny Ghost” so you can really theorize he is the cause and effect of anything i am just biased towards dead fathers (jeez wonder why)

These ‘mental breakdown’ episodes are often spurred on by high stress situations, it is a coin toss of Ghost regressing into something fragile or Jimmy Casket entering the field. In this investigation we see both can coexist in perhaps the worst way with paranormal activity trying to insight one reaction and Toast working to prevent it.

Johnny Toast: Are you alright sir?

Johnny Ghost: Yes- I’m fine. I’m just taking out my aggression…on these boxes stab stab-…okay let’s go! Come on.

Ghost and toast carry on, clearing through a hoard of zombies while stacking boxes to reach the exit. Only to find another hoard of zombies after parkouring through rancid practically radioactive waters. Fighting to activate some- thingy that’s never explained to do something or another that’ll help clear the system something something it’s a P.I.E. Video not everything is logically explained. I am doing my best.

23:05 Toast drops the lore that Ghost used to have a pet zombie cat that he found in a hotel. Ghost likes strays. More reason to assume jumper/spot was a stray dog.

They bomb the place in a final effort, Katrina appears one last time with no questions answered, the place is demolished from the inside out as they escape after what would be considered a failed mission.

That is a lot of info and not a lot of answers, something even Ghost and Toast mention as the video comes to a close. Open ended for your interpretation. Which is why I am here laying out every vaguely important Katrina related thing to express my belief which may or may not be commonplace but at least the explanation could serve someone who didn’t understand the depth of the fanon…like me with gavin toast.

Going off Katrina’s physical appearance in her first sighting (using this one as it is her purest form) Katrina looks to be a teenager, going off Anna and Elsa in highschool (which yes i will take as canon) Ghost’s fear of women first revealed in prop hunt 19 (15:39, 16:38) when the french ghost girl Amie tried to pursue him did in fact hold while he was in school. For him and Katrina to have been as close as Toast and Ghost now (going off his reactions compared to his usual apathy previously mentioned) Katrina and Johnny Ghost meet in his freshman year while Johnny Toast is overseas in the UK where he frequently was in his teens due to his family.

(Side note: Toast is mentioned to have gone to a different highschool for sometime in the first fnaf gmod video 5:17)

Ghost and Katrina grow close, Ghost being a boy of few friends and a complex home life with a single mother now missing his only source of reason, an older british boy who happens to be grandson to the queen and share his same first name. Katrina cannot fill his void but she can cover it like a bandaid

Going off the water motifs and the location of this haunting Jimmy Casket at some point between (i’ll say-) freshman and sophomore year acts out killing Katrina, details unknown. The knife enters her side below her hip, Her body ditched in some body of water that later leads to it resting within the abandoned sewage plant where her spirit now holds domain. Her changing models showing us the progression of her death and then decay. Her clothes were disposed of with any of her other belongings. When Ghost came to can't be certain but going off his guilt of which the spirits prey on he knows he is at fault. Maybe it was while getting rid of the evidence, maybe her body, maybe even right after the act itself. He never comes clean and she haunts him for that reason exactly leading the main pie team in hopes of outing Ghost for something i’d bet Toast has already accepted

His partner has something wrong in him, and all he can do is try and help.

Johnny Ghost's fear of women in part stems from what happened to Katrina.

Katrina’s link to Ghost romantic or platonic can also explain his separation anxiety with Toast during most of the series (minus the retirement arc and that was short lived)

Even if Katrina was a mostly one off character never seen or heard from again her presence will follow Ghost, what he did will show in his actions for years to come.

#CW: dog death. murder.#taleblr #paranormal investigator extraordinarie #character breakdown #johnny ghost #johnny toast #jimmy casket #venturiantale #katrina vt

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