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thecrimsonjaguar · 4 years

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A Short List of Adventure Time AUs

So I got a google doc of adventure time aus I’ve made over the past two or three years. Here are some of my favorites (and also the ones I came back to and edited)

If you’ve got ideas for an au or ideas to add onto the preexisting ones I’ve got here, please tell me! I’m always up for some au discussion.

1.) Jermaine AU: Jermaine comes to live at the treehouse after his house blows up. This, unlike canon, happens rather early in season 3. The rest of the series mainly stays the same, except this time there's three brothers instead of two. He's a kinda anxious dude with demon hunting expertise and a painting hobby. He sometimes wonders if he made Dad disappointed by letting all his work explode. Finn and Jake help him out, and he helps them. Despite this, Jermaine is the only one with a brain, and Finn and Jake share exactly one (1) braincell that they trade every so often. Jermaine is tired. (Jermaine is the only one who tries to clean regularly, and he's also the one to keep Neptr, Ancient Psychic Tandem War Elephant, and a few others company. He's a bit of real wisdom the early series Finn and Jake needed.

2.) Melted Ice AU: Mid season two, IK is hit with something that de-ages him. He turns six. Maybe this mystery de-aging thing blows up the top of the ice mountain, who knows. Maybe he wakes up in the snow, with no memory of how he got there or why. No memory of the last one thousand years. Finn and Jake don't know about his backstory since that happens in season three. Simon is carried by a snowman out of the ice kingdom where he breaks down in the plains. Finn, of course, finds him and is ecstatic to meet another human. Completely missing the fact that this small child is, in fact, the Ice King, Finn declares to help this boy no matter what. That promise soon becomes difficult when people hear about the second human in Ooo, and whatever effect that's keeping him young starts to wear off. (Marceline comes to visit and has a heart attack)

3.) Adventure Falls AU: AT x GF baybee!! Seventeen year old Stanley Pines hops on the Stan O' War and sets sail when he's kicked out. Unfortunately, that boat is nowhere near sea worthy, and all it takes for him to go overboard is one sudden (magical) storm. But, miraculously, Stan doesn't die. He washes up on Ooo, the island of misfits. Where there's daddy issues galore and punching things and getting gold is a legitimate career. He's found on the shore by none other than Finn, who asks if he's okay and if a dungeon adventure would soothe his worries. Stan accepts, because that sounds awesome, and they maybe date. For the next ten years, Stanley is a professional hero. He travels with Finn, he lives in a tower with tons of gold, he's respected, adored, and has made a family for himself. Ooo has a habit of forcing traumatic therapy onto to people, so Stan gets (read: is forced) to work his issues out. And then, somehow, he gets a postcard from his brother.

4.) Young Pups AU: Jake's kids grow up fast- but not that fast. He stays with lady for a few episodes being Dad and when the Pups are old enough, go visit Finn and Jermaine. Also Jermaine is there when the pups are born that always bothered me in canon like what the fuck. This whole AU results in Jake the Dad being a better father than in canon, because he actually has time to make mistakes and learn from them. He sometimes shapeshifts into one of those baby carriers but suited for five kids instead of one. Finn and Jermaine fight for best uncle privileges. Finn is considerably more awesome but Jermaine's got magic junk and juicy stories about Jake. So far the votes are: FINN: Jake Jr, T.V. JERMAINE: Kim Kil Whan, Charlie. Viola remains undecided.

4.) Evilgreen AU: Evergreen was evil. His idea to make the crown to stop the comet was actually a cover story to take control of all the elements and freeze everything. Of course the same thing happens here as it did in canon, Gunther gets the crown and wishes to *be* evergreen. This is bad. Very bad, so bad in fact, that things get FUnKy. A couple eons later, Simon gets the crown as per canon, and then things start to slide downhill. Since the crown is significantly worse, Simon tries to get rid of it. No amount of magic pull is going to get him to put on the eldritch hat. It teleports back. When things go to shit, the crown tells him he's got two options: He can either live, or he can live unwillingly. This all coalesces in super angst and mild horror as Simon has to fight off evil urges and somehow keep both he and Marceline safe. Things start looking up, though, when he summons Hunson Abadeer.

5.) Nightmare Therapy AU: Simon, now himself post canon, has some funky nightmares. Problem is: he's due for a visit from the cosmic owl due to some mystical bureaucratic bs. If that were to happen, Simon's dreams of Golb and Orgalorg and the world ending and everyone dying and maze would come true, without the veil of metaphoric junk dreams are known for (also due to bureaucratic bs). So, Simon gets a dream therapist. An OC, probably, that would fight off his nightmares when they came and talk to him about his issues.

6.) High School AU: Except they're all still magic and crap. Finn's a jock that's part of the LDnD club(Literally Dungeons and Dragons), Jake's got a job at a pancake place and hosts the Card Wars clubs on Wednesdays, Jermaine's in college and their parents were still detectives/demon hunters. PB is preppy/nerdy girl with weird fucking family and is absolutely a mad scientist. Marceline is still a demon/vamp (vampire biker gang, they all died, deaths pending) and her uncle is Simon. Simon is a history teacher whose ex wife might be an eldritch abomination (the students wonder, but there are no answers)((simon says cryptic things every so often that are the subject of much ridicule, but he's a nice guy)). Ooo High has all of the AT characters in some shape or form. Tree trunks is the lunchlady, Mr Pig is a janitor. Lemongrab is just there. LSP(Q?) is a teacher because that's hilarious. Hunson is dead along with Marceline's mom because fuck hunson. Magic Man is a hobo that snuck onto campus and can't be chased off (his brother is the superintendent, Glob). there's a lot more but that's for a different word doc.

7.) Back to the Future AU: So PB fucks around with time travel, right? For science. She gets sent back in time a thousand years, before the war. Now, she's a pink lady who can shoot jelly beans from her hands, of course needs to lay low. And of course she needs to get home, but she's in a Futurama situation where she only has one type of time machine; the one that can go into the past. Not to mention her own time machine got busted on her way there, so she's double screwed. But, she remembers something. There is an individual (two, actually) that knows about time travel in this time period. She knows him, and he's likely to help her if she plays her card right. She needs to find Simon and get back to her own time, preferably without dooming herself in the process. (perhaps she tries to steal the notes Simon has, and Simon's completely oblivious, except Betty can smell trouble from a mile away and immediately notices some pink woman trying to steal books and she goes ham. Perhaps she goes ham in such a way that Simon doesn't notice. Perhaps this goes on for seven acts.)

8.) Bread and Butter AU: Bella Noche during the episode Betty creates a huge black cube that engulfs all of Wizard City. This box acts as a cage and prevents Wizards from escaping the magic purge. Simon is unable to bring Betty back from the past, and he's fading fast. In a desperate attempt to stop things from escalating, Simon chugs a bottle of anti-magic like a fucking god. He gets through the cube that surrounds Bella Noche and knocks their lights out. He passes out, and when he comes to, the anti-magic he consumed as merged with him. This is because of a simple rule: Magic sticks to magic, anti-magic sticks to anti-magic. And since humans have always had just a little bit of anti -magic present within them, humans and anti-magic go together like bread and butter (badumtish) ((I have actually written a fanfic about this, you can find it here))

9.) Swapped AU: Through various shenanigans Ice King's and Magic Man's powers gets swapped. These shenanigans somehow land them in space as well. This happens before Magic Man's trial. The swapping of their powers results in Simon getting his memory back. It also gives Magic Man the Ice Crown, unfortunately for him though, it seems to hate him. Simon's glad to back, but quickly realizes one issue: He's still crazy. So the pair try to make it back to Ooo. MM needs his powers to swap himself with some other shmuck so he doesn't croak when his trial comes, but Simon's made it clear he isn't giving his powers up without a fight. The pair starts off rocky, neither trusting the other, but space trouble forces them to work together. Simon's a nice enough guy he wouldn't leave someone to die and MM really needs Simon alive so it works out. A weird friendship forms, and they learn get along. Just a couple of crazy space wizards. Then the crown is destroyed. MM is freed from the crown's control, and he's freed from magic. He gets his sanity back, just in time for his trial.

that’s all I’ve got for now!

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onfreckledwings · 4 years

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hoping you’ll see (what your love means to me)

15x20 fix-it songfic. shameless feel-good fluff. because our babies deserved the world.

When Dean dies on a Thursday in November, Cas is there to welcome him at the proverbial pearly gates. Sort of.

He can’t really even call it a gate. It’s blue skies, sloping mountains, pine trees, and open fields. The sun shines more brilliantly and warmer here.

The air breathes cleaner; the breeze is cool and languid.

He doesn’t realize he’d been walking until he comes to a stop, dirt swirling around his legs. Nothing hurt: not his hip, not his knees, his back, or chest.

Nothing.

“Well at least I made it to Heaven,” Dean murmurs to himself. In the next moment, Harvelle’s appears a few yards away.

“No way.”

He walks the short distance before standing in front of the bar, and he’s smiling so wide and he can feel his laugh lines on his cheeks and the crinkles of his eyes.

Harvelle’s Roadhouse

The same neon lights in the windows, the same sign. Everything is exactly the same.

“Hell yeah,” and then he’s walking up the porch and has a palm on the door before he stills.

Dean shuts his eyes briefly before opening them with a silent chuckle. He knows who’s there. Even before he turns his head.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean turns around to see Castiel standing a few yards away.

He feels his face cracking from smiling so wide, and he feels his eyes stinging with tears behind them. He faces Cas fully now, hands shoved into his pockets, and begins to walk towards him.

He ducks his head, almost shy, and glances up at him through his eyelashes. “Castiel,” he greets with pressed lips, eyes gleaming.

Heaven is strange, he thinks. He feels no sense of unease here. No nerves, no jitters. He only feels contentment. Peace. Joy.

Cas tilts his head in that fucking adorable way he does, and Dean can feel something behind his ribs melt. He stops when they are a few inches apart.

Cas’s eyes are bluer than Dean has ever seen them. Moss green and ethereal blue.

Sky and Earth.

The wind gusts gently around them. The blades of grass dance.

Cas lifts a hand and places it on Dean’s left shoulder. Cas’s shoulder. Dean smiles a small, watery thing.

“Are you...real? How-” and Dean trails off. He somehow already knows the answer. Cas squeezes his shoulder and smiles.

“Yes. It’s me.”

Dean’s eyes well up and his nose starts to tickle. He looks up to the sky and wets his lips in that way he does to hold tears at bay, before meeting blue again.

Dean reaches between them and grips Cas’s always-crooked tie. Cas looks confused at first, maybe even a little scared. But when Dean’s free hand comes to cradle the side of Cas’s neck and lets his fingers brush the strands of thick hair at its nape, Cas’s face smooths out and he stands a little taller.

One lone tear breaks free from the corner of Dean’s eye, and Cas’s thumb is there to catch it as he sweeps it over his cheekbone before cupping his jaw.

Dean tugs him close before snaking his arms around Cas’s waist under his trench coat and hugs him close, face buried in the angel’s shoulder. He melts when Cas envelopes him, cheek resting against his crown, hands rubbing soothing patterns against Dean’s back.

“You’re early,” Castiel whispers.

Dean gives a small chuckle. “Yeah, well...I’m a dumbass.” And then he’s inhaling slow and deep against Cas’s skin. Cas smells like sweet summer rain, the crisp air of fall.

He smells like Cas.

“And I missed you,” he murmurs against the warm swath of exposed skin on the angel’s neck before pressing a feather-light kiss there.

Cas seems to melt at the contact and grips Dean tighter. Dean feels fingers card through the short strands of his hair and Cas’s other hand comes up to cup the back of Dean’s head.

“I missed you too.”

Something occurs to Dean then, and he lifts his head to meet Cas’s eyes. His hands travel up Cas’s arms until they rest on his shoulders.

“Hang on...how did you get out? How did you get here?”

Cas simply smiles and gives Dean a knowing look. “Jack may have had something to do with it.”

Dean unfurls a bark of laughter from his chest before grasping that tie again.

“That’s our boy.”

Cas smiles again, and Dean thinks he’ll never ever tire of seeing it.

His eyes flit between Cas’s and his lips and back again, and he flattens his free palm on Cas’s chest, just over where his heart would be.

“Cas,” he begins, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, “about what you said..before you left-”

“You don’t have to say anything, Dean,” Cas offers quietly. “I don’t expect-”

“Well that’s good,” he cuts Cas off, “‘cause I wasn’t really plannin’ on talkin’. I’m shit with words.”

Cas blinks quizzically. “Wha-” but he trails off when Dean grazes the stubble of his cheeks with the soft pads of his thumbs.

Dean starts to tremble slightly when he cups either side of Cas’s jaw again.

He dives in.

Their mouths slot together perfectly; Cas’s is warm and soft and pliant, and Dean brushes his tongue against the crease of Cas’s lips, and Cas lets him in.

Dean knows then that he’s in Heaven.

Everyone’s here.

Dean’s eyes scan the entire barroom from the table where he and Cas sit: at the bar, there’s Ellen, Jo, Ash, Bobby, and Karen discussing their hunting glory days. Charlie and Kevin are huddled with their laptops at one of the booths (because there’s WiFi in Heaven, apparently), and are probably discussing the latest sci-fi series or some other nerdy thing.

John and Mary are sitting at one of the candle-lit tables, holding hands and murmuring in each other’s ears that is always met with soft laughter.

Rufus is there too with Aretha at one end of the bar, Johnnie Walker Blue in hand. Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen the man smile the way he is right now, so earnest and genuine.

Missouri and Pamela sit at the table nearest to Dean and Cas, talking about when Pamela séance’d Cas after Dean was rescued from Hell.

“I think he was just trying to show off in front of his boyfriend,” Pamela teases with a laugh as Missouri drops her face in one hand.

“Good Lord,” she marvels. “Some first impression there, Castiel. Burning out a woman’s eyes? Oh!”

Cas ducks his head. “It was an accident, I assure you,” and Dean can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.

Pamela pats Cas on the back. “All in the past, sweetie. No harm done. Well, no permanent damage anyway,” and then tilts her head back in laughter. Dean can’t help but snicker.

Everything is fucking perfect.

Contentedness blooms in his belly, warming his insides until he feels like his body is humming. Everybody he has ever loved and lost in one room.

Sam, Eileen, and the others will be along, Bobby had said. And he feels complete peace knowing that Sam is in good hands, and that they will take care of each other until their times come.

Dean sits back in his chair, glass of wine in hand. They’re a bottle and a half in, celebrating Dean’s arrival, and his head is buzzing in the best possible way.

He glances at Cas from across the table through his eyelashes.

His trench coat, suit jacket, and tie are all draped on the backrest of the chair, because we gotta get you out of this holy tax accountant get up, man, and if he’s honest, Dean wants to feast his eyes a little.

Cas’s white shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, and Dean’s mouth goes a little dry at the naked dip of his collar bone. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and Dean marvels at the ripples of muscle and bone in the angel’s forearms, his fingers itching to touch.

Dean smiles. His cheeks are warm, and something curious blossoms behind his ribs.

“Dean?”

He snaps out of his trance and meets Cas’s eyes. “Hmm?”

“Are you alright?” Cas asks, and Dean realizes that he’s been caught staring.

Dean smirks. “Mhm. Jus’ enjoyin’ the view.”

Dean almost dies (again) when Cas blushes and ducks his chin with a roll of his eyes.

Yeah, he can get used to this.

The jukebox in the corner starts playing a new song, and Dean straightens in his chair with a wild grin.

“Oh hell yes,” he shouts with a slap to the table, wine bottles and glasses clattering. “I love this song. C’mon Cas, you’re dancin’ with me.” He stands and reaches for Cas with an outstretched hand.

Horror flashes across the angel’s face. “Dean, no. I’m a terrible dancer. I couldn’t-”

“Well, that makes two of us then” he says and grabs Cas’s hand and pulls him to his feet. “Come on. My ‘got-dead’ party, my rules.”

Cas groans and throws his head back with a grimace as he lets Dean guide him to the dance floor. “‘Got-dead’ party? Really?”

“Yeah, yeah, shhh,” Dean smirks as he turns to face Cas. “Here, lemme lead.”

Dean clasps Cas’s hand with his own and draws them to his chest, his other hand wrapping around his waist coming to rest on his back. Cas’s free arm mimics Dean’s.

Attached at the...everything.

Their mouths are inches apart, and Dean’s bowed legs go a little weak as he stares into Cas’s eyes. The lighting in the bar changes to ambient, almost candle-like glow.

Lying beside you, here in the dark,

Feeling your heartbeat with mine.

Softly you whisper, you're so sincere;

How could our love be so blind?

They sway somewhat in tune with the rhythm, but Dean’s a little wine drunk and accidentally steps on Cas’s toes. More than once.

“Sorry,” Dean giggles—giggles?— and lets all of his weight lean into Cas, who accepts it willingly. Dean’s lips press against his temple, and Cas hums appreciatively as Dean starts to sing low into Cas’s ear.

We sailed on together,

We drifted apart,

And here you are, by my side.

So now I come to you with open arms,

Nothing to hide, believe what I say.

So here I am, with open arms,

Hoping you'll see what your love means to me,

Open arms.

“‘s how I feel about you, you know,” Dean murmurs as he nuzzles the bolt of Castiel’s jaw. “I’m not good with words, but..,” Dean slurs and sucks a gentle kiss into his neck. “This could totally be our song.”

“Dean…” and Dean pulls back slightly at the crack in Cas’s voice. Tears spill over from those cobalt blues, and Dean’s thumbs are quick to catch them as he frames Cas’s face.

“Hey, hey. None of that,” he says through a smile, licking his lips. “You’ve got me. You always have. And I’ve got you, so…” he smiles and presses the softest of kisses to Castiel’s mouth before resting their foreheads together.

They never stop dancing.

Living without you, living alone,

This empty house seems so cold.

Wanting to hold you,

Wanting you near,

How much I wanted you home.

Now that you've come back,

Turned night into day,

I need you to stay.

“I love you,” Castiel says, and he brings their joint hands to his lips and presses a kiss to Dean’s knuckles.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and nods knowingly. It may be a little easier to accept love up here, but sometimes old habits die hard. Even in death.

“Me too,” he murmurs, and he wraps his free arm even tighter around the soft, curved line of Cas’s waist for emphasis.

So now I come to you with open arms,

Nothing to hide, believe what I say,

So here I am, with open arms;

Hoping you'll see what your love means to me,

Open arms.

As the song ends, Dean thinks maybe this could be his forever. Surrounded by family, both given and chosen; blissful in his angel’s arms. The love of his life. The one who has saved him more times than Dean can count. At utter peace knowing that Eileen will take good care of Sam, and he looks forward to the day when they can all be together once again.

Until then, he’ll take this. The life he’s always dreamed of but was too scared to hope for. A life of love, warmth, comfort, and peace.

A life after death.

And he’ll think, maybe, just maybe, he deserves it.

fin.

@blacklightguidesnic tortured me this morning and put this incredibly soft scene in my head. here you go ♥️

#destiel #I did a thing #15x20 #SPN fix it #supernatural #deancas #self reblog #fix-it fic #spn finale #spn coda #deancas coda

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writing-for-amusement · 5 years

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Commission for Confidence, 7

Summary: Y/N has been struggling with her self-esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

A/N: Okay, so, here is the next chapter of CfC! It’s a really long one because I have no self control and couldn’t find a good place to cut off (honestly, I’m not SUPER happy with where it IS cut off), but I hope you all still like it! Make sure you read my warnings, though, because some violence does occur.

PLEASE let me know what you think!! I’m desperate for validation; you can always message me, or send me an anon, or put it in the tags of a reblog, or whatever!! I do read every response to my writing, so I’d love it if you could give me some feedback or just some sort of response!!

As always, if you want to be tagged, just let me know!!

Taglist: @pparkerwrites, @scatterbrainedgenius, @jordyns-library, @wildfirecracker, @pastlives-purplesouls, @maybemona, @hotchocolattee

Word Count: 4765

Warnings: robbery attempt, violence, depictions of violence, some blood, hospitals, Peter being cute and silly and worried, some awkwardness, some self-doubt at the end, disassociative episode, some anxiety, some lame nerdstuff at the beginning bc I’m the author and write what I want, swearing

A few days later, on Thursday, you looked up to see your Edith at your door, a package in her hands. With an excited shout, you got up and hurried over to her. Your supervisor chuckled at your actions, pretending to hide the package behind her back.

“Edith,” you pouted as she kept the box with a teasing grin.

“Fine, fine,” she acquiesced, handing you the box. “Now you can start actually texting that boy instead of emailing like you’re old. Don’t email like me, don’t be old.” Edith widened her eyes as if picturing deep, dark horrors, and you laughed at her.

“Email is still perfectly acceptable, Edith,” you chuckled, trying to push the topic of Peter right out the window.

It didn’t work.

“It’s not acceptable when you have a crush on a handsome man!”

“Edith!” you chided, fumbling with your box to try and maintain composure.

That also didn’t work.

“I’ll leave you to your phone,” Edith cackled, winking at you before leaving.

You muttered to yourself and sat down at your desk. It didn’t take long to get your new phone up and running. As it sat on your desk, you sent out an email to your coworkers to inform them that your phone was back in business again, with the same phone number as before. It was nice to be easily connected to Monica again, and it was nice to be able to play your mindless little games when you needed a break from reading.

And, well, it would be nice to be able to talk to Peter without needing an Internet connection. The two of you had been emailing back and forth rather consistently since Saturday, and you had plans to meet up for a movie/game night at Peter’s place on Friday. Ned had finally returned from his business trip, and Peter really wanted you to meet him and his Aunt May, who would be at the movie/game night as well.

You’d been hesitant to accept the invitation. Even though you really liked Peter (probably too much considering how long you’d known him), you were always nervous about meeting new people. But, after encouragement from Monica, and reassurance from Peter, you agreed to go.

You emailed Peter, telling him your phone number, and tried to get back to work. You tried, you really did, but your brain was jumping around like a happy rabbit.

You sighed and sat back, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your lack of focus could also be attributed to the ache in your eyes from reading too much. This job was amazing, one of your dream jobs, but sometimes it was hard to deal with because it did leave you with aches and pains, both in your eyes and your lower back. Then again, you’d always had a bad back.

Your phone dinged and you opened your eyes. You had a text message from an unknown number. Upon opening the message, you saw it was a message from Peter.

Peter: Heyyo, Y/N! It’s a-me, Peter!!!

You chuckled and wrote back: Hello, Peter, it’s a-me, Y/N, the Wario of the world.

Peter sent back several shocked and angry emojis, making you chuckle again. Then, this message arrived: How dare you. You are my Mario AND my Princess Peach. Never slander yourself in my presence again.

You laughed loudly, tilting your head back. You couldn’t help the heat that came to your cheeks and you typed out your response: Or what, I’m going to be turned into Bowser?

No, you’ll get a strongly worded letter and a disappointed look

You rolled your eyes and tried to control the beating of your heart.

I cannot believe you think you’re Wario, Peter then wrote. You are the shining light, the Princess Peach in “Paper Mario and Thousand-Year-Old Door”, taking charge and doing her best to save herself while stuck on the moon.

A snort escape your body and you shook your head. You’re ridiculously silly.

But you’re the one that decided to like me and be friends with me, so who’s the REALLY silly one here????

It took you a minute to think of a reply. In the end, this is what you sent: … fair point.

Peter simply replied with a bunch of emojis, rather nonsensically, but it made you chuckle. After sending back a few emojis of your own, you told him that you needed to get back to work and be productive for once.

Fine, leave me, Peter wrote. I’ll wither away, but go be ‘productive’, I guess. ‘Responsibility’ is important, I GUESS

You almost cackled with laughter at his dramatics and told him to hang tight, because you’d be back soon to revive him.

Mouth to mouth better be in order, I think I’m dying…

You rolled your eyes and put your phone on silent so you could get some work done.

Of course, you ended up being restless again, because you were thinking about his demand of mouth to mouth. Was Peter just teasing, or was he flirting? Was this what being friends with Peter Parker was like for everyone? You had no idea, and those thoughts were crowding your mind after a few simple minutes.

Then, your savior arrived in the form of Arthur, your beloved coworker. He knocked on the frame of your door as he leaned against it, making your head jolt up in surprise.

“Hello, dear,” he greeted you softly in his London lilt. “You doing alright there?”

You smiled at him, probably a little raggedly, and shrugged a shoulder. “Not really,” you admitted. “Can’t focus, my brain is being too loud.”

“Then it is a perfect time to come on a coffee break!” he announced, striding in and trying to pull you from your chair. Since your chair had wheels, it simply went along with you, making you laugh.

“Arthur, let me get up! You know that the chair will barely fit in the break room, the door frame is only barely big enough,” you giggled. “We all remember what happened the last time you tried this stunt.”

The man pretended to look insulted and dropped your hands. “For your information, we’re going to a café for the coffee break. Get up, let’s go.”

You chuckled and stood, gathering your purse and phone; you made sure to pack it in the bottom of your purse, just in case.

As you followed Arthur out of the office and to the elevator, you said, “Are we going to bother poor Charlie at work?”

Arthur turned around with wide, dramatic hazel eyes. “What? No, no, why would we do that? No, we’re just going to get coffee. I don’t even know if Charlie is working today.”

You giggled into your hand as you entered the elevator. “Arthur, it’s his café. He works every day except for weekends.” Of course, you knew he knew this.

“I would never interrupt Charlie at work, how could you possibly assume that of me, I am hurt. I’m truly hurt. How could you. I am always professional.”

You laughed at the deep voiced man acting like a dramatic Shakespeare actor. The two of you made small talk as you walked the two blocks to the café, Bean Me Up. It truly had amazing coffee, and if it had been a bit closer to the subway station, it was where you would have suggested to meet Peter because of its inherent nerdiness. It was quite popular.

Arthur opened the door for you, the scent of coffee washing over your body and relaxing your shoulders. It was a small place, one you had always enjoyed visiting, and it wasn’t too bright or too dark. At the moment, there were a few people lounging around.

“Oh Charlie!” Arthur sang out in his deep voice, nearly skipping to the counter. You were confident that if he actually had been skipping, his suit would have ripped.

Charlie, a stocky man with his dreadlocks in a ponytail today, looked up as he heard Arthur. He rolled his eyes but there was a small smile on his face.

“Wow, Arthur, what a surprise,” Charlie drawled, smirking. “Second time today, do you have a crush on me or something?”

“I would never, you’re simply not my type,” Arthur teased.

“What is your type, then, gorgeous?”

Arthur pretended to think about it, and you smiled. Their interactions were always amusing to watch, to say the least.

“I like Jamaican-Filipino men that own their own business and make the best coffee in the entire damn city, with dreadlocks and glasses and a scar on the left eyebrow,” Arthur finally stated, nodding to himself.

“Oh my gosh, just greet your husband already!” you exclaimed teasingly, gently pushing the man’s shoulder. “I want a coffee.”

“Y/N!” Charlie exclaimed, rushing around the counter and completely bypassing his husband to wrap you in a hug. “I didn’t even see you; this big lug was in the way. How are you, darling, is this one still being annoying in the break room?”

“Oh, you know,” you joked, “just always making my life difficult.”

“Hey!” Arthur protested, though you both ignored him.

“Aw, sorry, he can be like that. The other day, he—”

“We’re not telling that story!!” Arthur interrupted abruptly, turning his husband away from you forcibly. You laughed loudly and Charlie winked at you.

You and Arthur ordered your drinks, and since Charlie wouldn’t let you pay, you shoved a twenty-dollar bill in his tip jar. As you and Arthur sat by the window, enjoying your coffee slowly (Thursdays were always slow days at the office, and Edith knew the power a break could have), you looked out to see four people in masks approaching the shop.

“Charlie!” you barely had time to shout as the men burst into the café. They waved large guns around and started yelling.

“Everyone, get down!” one yelled above the others. The other people had already scrambled to the floor, their hands over their heads. It was deadly quiet in the shop once everyone was on the floor; you and Arthur, however, were behind the men, sitting at your table in shock, and for some reason, you were ignored.

You shot Arthur a look and he nodded subtly, slowly reaching for his phone and texting Edith to call 911. She immediately responded with a thumbs up, but Arthur’s phone was on sound, making the robbers turn around.

“Hey!” one yelled, striding forward and shoving Arthur down to the floor. “You think you’re hot shit, you fucking piece of shit? Pulling shit, calling people?”

“I-I didn’t do anything!” Arthur protested.

“Get on the ground!” a second guy walked up to the table, talking to you.

You didn’t move.

“I said,” he growled, grabbing you by the hair, “get on the ground!”

“Leave her alone!” Charlie shouted from the counter, where he was slowly complying with the leader’s demands.

“Oh, why should I?” the guy still holding you by the hair asked. The gun was pressed to your head and the man growled, “Hurry the fuck up.”

“Look, we don’t wanna shoot anyone,” the leader was saying, “just give us all the money in the entire store, okay? Go to the safe and get that, too. Or we’ll start with her.”

Tears were pooling in your eyes from the force of your hair being gripped so tightly, but you could hear sirens in the distance. As you were trying to relieve the pain from your roots by pulling your knees under your body, you remembered a video you’d once watched. It was a risky idea, but perhaps you’d be able to turn the situation around.

You quickly rammed your elbow into the back of the man’s knee; he crumbled, releasing your hair. You grabbed his gun and threw it at the man that was standing by Arthur, knocking him to the ground. It was that moment that Spider-Man burst through the window, sending glass flying everywhere.

The superhero was webbing up the two guys that were standing as the one you’d hit in the knee turned to you with fire in his eyes. You raised your arms and curled your body into yourself to protect your organs as he kicked you in the side and back.

The café was full of sound again as people were yelling and you felt the vibrations of people running outside, but you were still being kicked at. You remained in that position even when the kicking stopped, but the sounds were still in your ears, and you didn’t want to risk anything. You stayed like that until the vibrations from the floor calmed down.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” a weird voice asked, and strange feeling hands were gently touching your shoulders.

You opened your eyes and saw Spider-Man, looking at you with wide white eyes. He seemed more panicked than you would have thought, especially since no one had been shot and the police had already arrived to take away the webbed criminals.

“I-I’m okay,” you muttered as you sat up.

“Y/N, you’re bleeding. There’s glass in your face and your hand.”

You looked at your hand and were shocked to see that Spider-Man was right. There were little pieces of glass in the back of your hand and down the outside of your forearm. It was from when you’d dropped to the floor in a ball to protect yourself.

“Well, would you look at that,” you blinked.

A paramedic approached you at that moment, making Spider-Man back up. “You’ll take care of her, right?” the hero asked the professional.

“Of course, Spider-Man. Leave it to me, thank you for stepping in. It would have been a lot worse if you hadn’t showed up,” the paramedic said.

“Thank you, Spider-Man,” you said quietly as she helped you up.

“Y-you’re welcome, Y/N,” he stuttered, backing up towards the broken window. “Stay safe out there.”

You barely heard him as you walked slowly with the paramedic, Siska, outside the café. Arthur and Charlie were holding each other as they were looked over by another paramedic, and thankfully they both looked okay. Arthur had a few small cuts from broken glass, but he didn’t look too worse for wear. Charlie looked stressed and scared.

Siska made small talk with you as she looked over your injuries; she was worried about the glass in your hand and face and the bruising forming around your midsection. So, Siska accompanied you to the hospital, keeping you distracted from the creeping pain by telling you about various Indonesian foods that she missed from visiting family.

Arthur called you as you were waiting for a doctor to come into the room, and you answered right away, still rather numb and in shock.

“Are you okay?” he immediately demanded.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay. A doctor is gonna look over my injuries and stuff, remove the glass and shit, make sure I don’t have any broken anything.”

“That’s a relief,” he breathed out. Then, “What the FUCK were you thinking?”

“W-what?” you stuttered, nearly dropping your phone from your good hand.

“There were four men, Y/N! FOUR of them! And you thought it would be a bloody good idea to try and debilitate one, as if that would’ve made a difference!”

“Arthur,” you began in a deadly steady voice, “if you keep yelling at me, I will hang up this phone right now and not speak to you for two weeks.”

“Stop berating her,” Charlie’s voice said from the background. “Let me talk to her. You’re being unhelpful, and I know that’s not what you want. Go sit, okay, babe?”

Arthur muttered something that you couldn’t quite make out, but the phone was handed over to Charlie.

“Look, Y/N,” the man sighed, “I do admit, the way you went about things was reckless, but it was also pretty smart. Thank you for that. Now, tell me what’s going on.”

You told Charlie everything that you knew at that moment, though you barely registered that you were talking. When the doctor entered, you said goodbye to Charlie and told him to take care of himself.

“Alright, let’s get a look at you,” the doctor said as she entered. “I’m Doctor Miriam Finestein; Siska told me what you did today, and that was pretty brave.”

Your faraway look and mumbled, “Thanks,” did not go past the doctor. Her eyebrows furrowed as she took you in, the way the pieces of glass were sticking out from your skin and slowly bleeding, the way you seemed to have no focus whatsoever.

“Y/N, right?” Doctor Finestein confirmed, walking forward slowly. You nodded, trying to force your focus from the stupid white wall and onto the doctor. “Can I see your arm?” she asked gently.

You held your arm out to her and her warm touch on the palm of your hand seemed to help you wake up. Your vision came back into focus and you blinked as you got a good look at the lovely doctor. She smiled at you as you did, making you feel a little sheepish, but at least now you were alert.

“I thought you might be disassociating,” the doctor told you quietly.

“That happens to me a lot,” you admitted. “But I tried to fight it this time.”

“But I think this was shock induced.”

“You’re probably right.”

Doctor Finestein kept up small talk while she examined your arm and hand; she told you about her cat, Frank, and her dog, Stella. It helped keep you grounded as she turned to your face, making a small clicking sound with her tongue.

“I’m going to take out the glass,” she informed you, rolling back on her chair towards the sink. “It doesn’t look too bad, truth be told. You’ll heal up just fine. Thankfully, there’s only a handful of deep and big pieces. I do want to do a CT scan afterwards on your hand and arm, just to be sure there isn’t any damage that’s not superficial. I’ll also check your ribs for breakage or other such things. Of course, we’ll also patch everything up and send you home with some painkillers.”

“Okay. Uh, how long will it take?” you asked hesitantly.

“Well,” she washed her hands and glanced at you, “it’s not going to be short. Unfortunately, there are a lot of smaller pieces, and there might be a wait for the scan. You could call someone to keep you company, we wouldn’t say no to that. It could take a few hours and it does get a little dull.”

You nibbled your lip in thought; you didn’t want to go through it completely alone, but you also didn’t want to be a bother. As you were thinking and Doctor Finestein was getting everything together, your phone went off. The doctor let you answer it and went out to get a nurse to help her with the glass removal.

You answered without looking, immediately being greeted with, “Y/N, are you okay? I saw something about a café robbery and saw you on the news, is everything okay? Where are you? Thank goodness you picked up!”

You chuckled despite yourself, trying not to move too many muscles in your face. Moving your mouth was fine, but there was a curve of cuts and pieces of glass going from above your eyebrow and down to your cheekbone. Still, as you were now more alert, you were actually registering the glass in your face.

“I’m okay, Peter,” you told him calmly. “I just have some glass in my arm and hand, and some in my face, but I’m okay, really.”

“Oh, thank God,” Peter breathed out. “Where are you? Do you need anything?”

“Actually,” you hesitated, “actually, Peter, if you’re not busy…” You steeled your nerves. It would be fine. “If you’re not busy, could you come and sit in the hospital with me? There’s stuff they gotta do and I,” your throat tightened, and you finally registered how actually terrified you still were, “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Of course! I’ll be right there; I’m still in Manhattan. Where are you?”

You told Peter the hospital and the room number before hanging up. At that moment, Doctor Finestein knocked and came back in with a smile directed at you.

“We’ll get started in a few minutes. Would you rather check your ribs before or after removing the glass?”

“After, please,” you said with little hesitation. “I really want to get this stuff out of my arm. I’m tired of holding it like this.”

“No problem!” she reassured you. “Is someone coming?”

“Yeah, my friend Peter—”

You were interrupted by a knock on the door and Doctor Finestein opened it, revealing an out-of-breath Peter Parker.

“And that would be Peter,” you chuckled.

“Jesus, Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Peter breathed out as he nearly knocked the good doctor over. He was hovering around your injured side, the worry on his face making his eyebrow twitch. Then, as if he realized that he had nearly knocked a doctor over, he spun on his heels.

“Peter, yes?” Doctor Finestein asked rhetorically, a teasing smile on her face.

“Yes,” he puffed out before offering his hand. “I’m Peter Parker.”

“She told me,” the doctor chuckled, “right before you burst into the door.”

“So, when are we getting started?” you asked, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

“Once my nurse gets here,” Finestein informed you both. Immediately after, there was a knock on the door, and the doctor said, “Wow, Y/N and I just have wonderful timing today, don’t we! Everyone’s appearing at our beck and call.”

“I’ll always come to Y/N’s beck and call,” Peter stated firmly.

Your eyes widened in embarrassment at his strong statement and avoided looking him in the eyes. As you looked at the doctor, she was giving you a knowing look, so you looked at the nurse instead. He also gave you a knowing look, so you resigned yourself to not winning at that moment. Life wasn’t always fair.

You kept repeating that internal mantra as Dr. Finestein and the nurse, Jeremy, worked on removing the glass from your face. It was certainly not a nice feeling.

As you clutched the edge of the table, you felt heat coming closer to your hand. Peter gently touched your hand, forcing it to relax from the table, and your eyes flickered up to him. He smiled gently at you, the softest of pinks gracing his cheekbones, and laced your hands together. His hand was soft but steady, comforting.

“You can squeeze my hand,” Peter said tenderly. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

The sweetness of his gaze made your heart melt and you smiled your agreement.

You winced and squeezed his hand as the tweezers removed the glass shards from your face. Doctor Finestein assured you that they were almost done with the face, but you nearly jumped out of your skin as the tweezers dug around in the flesh of your cheek.

“Sorry,” Doctor Finestein tried to calm you. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I should have warned you. Just this piece in your cheek, and we’ll take a break, okay?”

You breathed out an “Okay,” prompting the doctor to go back to finding the glass. Peter rubbed your hand with his thumb, his other hand moving to rub up and down on your back. His touch was incredibly comforting, and it helped you get your breathing back in proper order, instead of the slightly-too-fast breaths you’d been taking.

It was a strange sensation as she pulled the glass out and placed it on the tray, allowing Jeremy to rush in to disinfect the spot. They put a few butterfly closures on your face, and you had to admit that so many hands touching your face was strange.

“Okay, we’ll take a little break,” Dr. Finestein announced as Jeremy finished with the bandages on your face. “I’ll let them know that we need a CT scan so the stuff will be ready by the time we’re ready.”

“Do you two need anything?” Jeremy asked you and Peter. “Water, maybe?”

“I’d love some, please,” you nodded vigorously. Peter nodded as well.

“Alright, I’ll be back in like two minutes,” Jeremy stated, giving you both a thumbs up and leaving the room.

Peter let go of your hand and stopped rubbing your back, clearing his throat and stepping back a bit. The pink that had been on his cheek had become red in a short amount of time, and he seemed nervous.

“I-I’m sorry this all happened,” he said quietly.

You looked at him and tilted your head in confusion. “Why?” you asked. “It wasn’t your fault those guys tried to rob Charlie’s business.”

Peter chuckled anxiously and rubbed the back of his neck. “S-still,” he stuttered, “I’m sorry there’s a bunch of glass in you.”

You shrugged a shoulder and heaved out a sigh. “You know, it could be worse. I’ll take a little glass over the alternative bullet in my skull.”

Peter blanched at that and his facial panic had you chuckling. He began to stammer, and you held your good hand out to him. At the gesture, he blinked in surprise before slowly moving to take your hand. You brushed your thumb over his knuckles, only to be surprised as Peter laced your fingers together again.

“Thank you for your concern, Peter,” you smiled. “But let’s focus on what happened and what’s going on now. No need to worry over ‘what ifs’ right now.”

As Peter beamed at you, Doctor Finestein and Jeremy knocked and entered the room. Peter dropped your hand and stepped back, once again blushing furiously. Jeremy handed you and Peter some cups of water as Dr. Finestein announced that it was time to begin the removal once more.

You chugged your water and put the empty cup behind you before brandishing your arm to the good doctor. You felt a lot better after wetting your throat, and you were really wanting to get home and just go to bed. All the “excitement” of the past handful of hours was taking its toll on you, and you really wanted to go to bed.

As the professionals washed their hands and got everything ready once more, Peter finished his cup and took yours, throwing them away. He laced your fingers together and squeezed as the doctor and nurse began to remove the glass from your arm.

There were bigger pieces there, and each removal stung more than any in your face had. Peter kept squeezing your hand and rubbing your back; at once particularly irksome pull, he started to trace nonsensical patterns on your hand with his thumb. Then, you saw his face light up as inspiration struck.

He unlaced your fingers before turning your hand palm up. “I’m going to do little drawings, and I want you to try and guess what it is!” he beamed at you.

“Okay, sounds like a good idea,” you agreed, wincing slightly.

As Peter traced small designs on your palm, you managed to direct most of your attention to him. You hadn’t even known the doctor and nurse were done removing the glass until a sting of disinfectant snapped your head over to them.

“Almost done with this,” Doctor Finestein smiled at you. “We’ll bandage you up and check your ribs before the CT scan, okay?”

“Sure,” you nodded as Peter gently scratched his fingernail down your palm, obviously vying for your attention. Your laughter at his behavior made everyone in the room smile, and you shook your head at Peter. “So needy,” you teased.

Peter simply winked at you, making blood run to your face and chest, and drew his design once more on your palm.

Sooner than you expected, Jeremy was leaving the room (not without you thanking him, of course) with the tray of bloody glass, and Doctor Finestein was telling you to remove your shirt so she could look at your ribs.

Your wide, panicked eyes flashed to Peter and his red face.

“I, um, I’ll step out,” Peter stuttered, quickly fleeing the room.

You tried to ignore how your heart ached as he left; it was obvious to you that he didn’t want to see any part of you naked. It hurt your heart, but you tried to reassure yourself that Peter was just being polite. It didn’t stop the slight ache in your heart of the rush of anxiety in your mind as you took off your shirt so the doctor could do her examination.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x plus size reader #peter parker x insecure!reader #spider-man x reader #spider-man x plus size reader #artist peter parker au #slow burn fic #commission for confidence #please tell me what you think i am desperate for validation

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grizzlys-den · 5 years

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Boys in Blue Chapter one.

Beta’ed by: @sweetness47

Sam sipped his coffee and looked through some of his files for the case he is working on, eyes glancing up at the door to the cafe now and then. He waits for the arrival of his gruff brother for their usual lunch.

Eventually Dean walked in, still dressed in his suit, and walked over to the booth his brother sat in, the waitress on duty openly watching his ass. Sam noticed that something was wrong by the look on his brother’s face.

“What’s up Dean?” Sam asks the moment Dean sat down.

“Jody just told me that I’ll be getting a new partner today” Dean grunts before ordering a coffee and a burger.

“Let me guess, another fresh faced kid that you are going to scare away” Sam says

“I don’t scare them away!”

“Yes you do, Dean”

“Whatever, and no, not a fresh faced kid… apparently he is ex military, uh what was his name…. Castiel, what kind of name is That?”

“Sounds to be a variant of the biblical name Cassiel, but the two words have different meanings, Cassiel means ‘Speed of God’ or ‘God is my anger’ while Castiel means ‘Shield of God’”

“Ooookay” Dean shoot’s his brother a weird look as burger is placed in front of him, “....can I enjoy my burger in peace without you being nerdy?” that made Sam roll his hazel eyes, the action making them land on a girl he hasn’t seen before talking to their close friend and Dean’s co-worker Charlie. The woman is beautiful, stunning actually, but before Sam has time to truly appreciate her beauty his phone goes off with a text.

“Damnit, sorry to cut this short bro, gotta get back to the office, my client arrived there early. See ya at home”

“See ya Sammy” Dean says with a mouthful of his burger.

Sam went out to his beautiful BMW I8 Roadster and drove back to his office.

Sometimes Sam misses being a detective like his brother, but honestly he wanted to be a lawyer for so long, and even if he wishes he could go back to working with his brother he knows that this is his true calling. Still it can be a headache, especially with the current divorce case he is working on. The divorce cases always made Sam a little uncomfortable, either from the clients arguing, or from one or both still being very much in love with the other and either the other doesn’t want to be with them, or they just had to divorce… the cases where they are still in love really made Sam feel awkward because he would always imagine coming home to a wife for weeks afterwards and wonder why anyone would want to break that when they were still in love, it just seemed so odd to him. Well Sam doesn’t control these people’s lives, nor does he want to, he just makes sure the settlement is fair for both parties and to try to avoid getting a headache as much as possible….

That still doesn’t stop his heart longing for someone to love romantically.

#supernatural #boys in blue #sam x reader #dean x castiel #destiel

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destielthedeathofme · 6 years

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A Roomate's Romance

Chapter 1

Crushes and Capes

Prompt: Ohhh boy..

Author: @destielthedeathofme

Tags/Genre: Funny, Superhero!Dean, Villain!Cas, destiel, idk if it's a oneshot or not sooooo.

Warnings: Ya girl curses

Summary: Dean Winchester, the Righteous Man, was a superhero to the town of Lebanon. He, like most superheroes had a nemesis. A 5"11 loser known as the Dark Angel. But what happens when they're also room mates? Neither knowing each others secret identities, chaos ensues. And maybe a hint of romance.

A/n: IM ACTUALLY SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS!!

~♡~

Dean stumbled into his apartment, bleeding, aggressively wrestling with his cape.

Sammy would kill him if he got blood on that thing. But just his crummy luck Dean tripped and ended up falling on his cape, blood seeping into it. Fuck, Sammy would be PISSED.

He hauled himself up, wincing in pain.

Dean grunted as he lifted his arm to flip on the light switch, thanking his lucky stars that his roommate wasn't home.

God knows what Cas would have done if he saw Dean show up to their apartment bleeding.

Castiel was a tax accountant, with the personality of a 50 year old man. He was very quiet, never brought anyone home, which surprised Dean, man the guy was hot but there nothing like that. Dean was happy that Cas wasn't interested in relationships or one night stands. But it was also confusing because Dean could never figure out which way the guy swings. Enough about Dean's dick-or-not dilemma. Basically Castiel was just an average guy, that made him the PERFECT unsuspecting room mate. Sam liked him too, but always told Dean that there was something off with him, whatever it was Dean didn't see it.

After finally getting off the cape along with the rest of his suit, Dean looked down at the ugly gash along his stomach.

No organs could be damaged, he wouldn't be walking if there were.

Dean opened the bathroom door, cursing as he got blood on the door.

He'd have to clean that up later.

Dean turned on the warm water, and rinsed the wound with soap.

That son of a bitch had really got him good this time.

The "Dark Angel" as he liked to call himself was a 5"11 loser who was Dean's nemesis. And Dean preferred to call him Feathers anyway, his wings were huge like HUGE. The black things have knocked Dean out more than once. But Dean managed to kick the guys leg. At least there was that.

You may think that nemesis means like that one asshole at work, or that old grumpy neighbor but no. Nemesis as in VILLAIN. You see Dean's a superhero.

Yeah, yeah hold your applause, because he's not anything special. Well in his opinion.

Dean's just your average 24 year old, with some superpowers. Dean likes to think that his good looks are one of them, much to his brother's dismay.

Sure he's a bit stronger than most, can run faster, flying, mind reading, weird stuff that shoots out of his hands, laser eyes. Well maybe not laser eyes. But yeah, you get the deal. Dean's a superhero.

The Righteous Man as the town liked to call him.

Dean grimaced as he pulled out the first aid kit from behind their mirror. Another perk of being a superhero, he healed pretty damn fast.

Dean glanced at his gash which was already beginning to heal itself.

Dean put the weird ass cream that Sammy made for him on the wound, sighing at the cooling feeling.

He cleaned up the bathroom and took a shower, rinsing away the rest of the blood and dirt.

As he stepped out of the shower, Dean's phone rang and he knew it could only be one person.

"Heya Sammy."

"Dean where the hell are you? I saw the Dark Angel slash your stomach and you sort of dissapeared." Sam said voice filled with concern and a hint of I'm-pissed-at-you-for-dissapearing.

Oh yeah, teleportation happened sometimes. Dean wasn't even sure how many powers he had. Things just sort of fall into place when he needs them to.

He grimaced at Sam's voice and replied,"Heh yeah I'm at my apartment, I cleaned the wound and your ointment worked fine. And I guess I have a new power? By the way, I may or may not have gotten blood on the new cape."

Sam grumbled about running more tests,"I'll be at the Bunker in 10 meet me there. Charlie's already there.And seriously? More blood on your cape? Do you know how much effort it takes to handwash that thing? Jerk!"

Dean groaned he hated when Sam ran tests and made a face as Sam kept bitching about his oh-so-hard job as Dean's assistant. Charlie on the other hand, would ask for all the details about his fight, not caring about much other than that. Well also if he was hurt, but mainly about the details. The Bunker was their "lab" where they did secret superhero stuff, meaning having Star Wars marathons, but also their home base. The Bunker had all their stuff, mainly Sam's and Charlie's like computers and nerdy stuff, as Dean like to think of it.

"Bitch." He ended the call.

As soon as Dean put on some clothes and was about to grab his keys, Castiel walked through the door. He was limping a bit, huh that was weird. As far as he knew Castiel was a tax account. Maybe he ran or some shit?

"Hey Cas, I'll be at my brother's and are you okay? You're limping a bit." Dean said gesturing to his leg.

"Oh uh yeah I am f-fine." He stuttered.

Castiel shuffled awkwardly in his trenchcoat. Looking properly at his face, Castiel looked a bit bloodied up.

"Did you get into a fight or something? You know what just use the ointment I keep near my bed, it's great for bruises and stuff"

They didn't live in the best part of town, it was totally possible. Especially for a tax accountant that looked about as threatening as well, an angel.

Castiel stiffened, with a hint of a smile, he replied,"Yeah, you could say that. "

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #castiel #i love him #spnfamily #cas #sam winchester #destiel #oneshot #destielthedeathofme #otp #writing prompts #prompts #writing

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fandomsfeelsandfanfics · 7 years

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The Very First/// Charlie Weasley x Reader

A/N: Merry/Happy Whatever-You-Celebrate! This is my first actually posted Charlie Weasley fanfic so I hope you guys like it.

Other holiday fics:

Sirius Black Draco Malfoy Neville Longbottom Newt Scamander Harry Potter James Potter Remus Lupin

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Charlie nervously played with your fingers as you walked up the drive of the Burrow. Your eyes looked around the yard in wonder. Charlie followed your gaze.

“I know it’s not much,” he said quickly. You stopped moving and looked up at him.

“I think it’s great.” He didn’t even look at you. He was still looking around nervously. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He finally looked down at you.

“I don’t know. I’ve just never done anything like this and I don’t know.” Before you could even think of a response you paused for a moment. Were you the first person he’d brought home?

“Wait are you saying that I’m the only person you’ve ever brought home,” you asked. He broke eye contact and cleared his throat.

“Let’s go.” He began to walk just a bit faster and reached the door. You were about to bring up the topic again but within less than a second the door was opened. Two boys stood in front of the door, they were completely identical. The twins.

“Wow,” they said in unison. One of them began to speak by himself. “We knew Charlie was bringing home someone but we thought it was gonna be a lizard or something and you’re...wow.”

“Alright outta the way arseholes.” Charlie shoved them out of the way and led you into the house.

“Charles Weasley! No cursing in my house!” A short plump woman with the same fiery red hair as everyone else in the room came around the corner into the living room with her hands on her hips.

“Mum!” He leaned down to hug him. When he stood back up he looked over at you. “Mum this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is my mum.” Before you could even say hi she pulled you into a tight hug. You hugged her back quickly.

“It’s very nice to meet you darling, Charlie tells me so much about you. Both of you are looking so thin.”

“Mum,” Charlie mumbled.

“Oh hush now,” she said to Charlie. Se turned towards you with the same warm smile. “You’ve made it just in time for dinner dear. Ginny just set the table, come right in.” She grabbed your hand and you followed her in the into the kitchen with Charlie close behind. You sat down at the end of the table and Charlie scooted into the seat next to you.

Another red head came into the kitchen and sat next to you. His hair was long and he had a piercing and was wearing all black. When he saw you his eyebrow went up. He sat down across from you and Charlie with a smirk playing at his lips.

“So little brother, this is who you brought to Christmas.” His eyes trailed up and down your body before coming back up to your eyes. “Nice.”

“Hey, keep your eyes up here Bill,” Charlie shouted. Bill chuckled. He held out his hand and you shook it.

“You must be (Y/N).” You nodded.

“And you must be Bill.”

“So love, are you sure your here with the right Weasley?” You laughed and nodded.

“Bill,” Charlie hissed. Bill began to laugh again.

“Sorry sorry. I’m only kidding.” Mrs. Weasley called the other kids into the kitchen and they all came running in. The only girl in the group ran up to Charlie’s side. She was short, had hair down to just past her shoulder, and a huge smile.

“Ginny! I’ve got something for you.” He turned towards you, you reached in your pocket and handed Bill a small egg. He handed it to GInny. “Do not lose it, do not let mum see it alright.” She jumped up slightly, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Thank you!” She reached around him to hug you. At first you were surprised but then you were hugging back. When you let go she ran to the other end of the table. The twins put the food on the table along with their mum. It was all festive food, ham and various vegetables. Mrs. Weasley ran to the edge of the kitchen.

“Ronald! Harry! Come on down!” You leaned closer to Charlie so that you could whisper in his ear.

“Do you think it’s the best idea to give your little sister a dragon?” He smiled down at you.

“It’s Ginny, she’ll be fine.” Two young boys walked into the kitchen. One looked like the others and the other was absolutely unmistakeable. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The other one, Ron, smiled at you and Charlie and waved. Harry followed suit.

Everyone had sat down except for Molly and there were still two seats left. She looked at the table realizing she was missing someone. “Where’s your father?”

“Out in the garage.” Molly looked slightly annoyed as she stomped over to the back door. She threw it open and poked her head out.

“Arthur! Dinner!”

“Coming dear,” came a yell from the yard. Molly shut the door and sat down.

“Well, you can all dig in now. Especially you Harry.” Everyone began to reach out for various foods. The room began to fill with loud laughter and the sound of knives scraping on plates. Moments later the door opened and Mr. Weasley entered. Everyone greeted him as he took his seat next to you. Charlie got up to hug him.

“It feels like you’ve grown some more, how long has it been?”

“Too long but I haven’t grown, I think you’ve been shrinking, old man.” They both began to laugh. Arthur’s gaze moved over to you.

“You must be (Y/N). Charlie mentioned that you were a muggleborn, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Wonderful. You must have led a rather interesting life. Can you tell me something? How do mobile telephones work?”

The night had wound to an end and all of the food was off the table. The conversation were mostly over. You had spent the night happily answer Arthur’s questions and laughing at Bill’s jokes. Molly was using her wand to clear the table and move all of the dishes to the sink. You let out a yawn.

“Mum, this was all fantastic,” Charlie exclaimed.

“Yeah, it was delicious Mrs. Weasley,” you agreed. She thanked both of you before going back to the dishes.

“It’s pretty late and I think we’re pretty tired so we’re gonna call it a night,” Charlie said. You nodded in agreement and got up from the table.

“Sleep well and um....don’t stay up too late.” Mrs. Weasley paused awkwardly, not wanting to say what she was actually insinuating. “We’re opening presents early tomorrow.” Charlie’s face got slightly red as he hurried out of the room.

“Night everyone,” he mumbled before closing the door behind himself.

You followed him up to his room. It was decorated with posters of all types of dragons or magizoologist. The book shelf was absolutely full, it had books ranging from ones that looked ancient to books that looked like they’d never been touched. You turned around to see him staring at you, waiting for some type of reaction.

You flashed him a smile. “This is great.” He looked just the slightest bit relieved. His hand ran through his hair bashfully.

“Well, it hasn’t changed much since I was a teenager so...” Your eyes darted back over to the bookshelf.

“Well,” you began, looking back over at him,” you were one nerdy teenager, Weasley.” He laughed, losing any of the nervousness he’d gained by bringing you in this room.

You got ready, put on your pajamas quickly, and waited for him in the bed. He came back in the room from the bathroom, wearing only his favourite pair of pajama pants. You smiled at him as he walked over to the bed. He crawled in next to you slowly. You put your hand on his chest and he put his on top of yours, playing with your fingers lazily.

“So what’d you think?” He began to bite his lip anxiously.

“I loved them. They’re great, your mum and dad are just so nice and your siblings are so sweet and funny.” He let out a quick breath.

“Well, that’s good.”

“What’d they think of me? That’s the real question.” He looked over at you quickly.

“I don’t know for sure but if they have any sense they love you. You’re perfect.” You leaned back slightly. Trying to relax yourself. You were silent for a minute but it wasn’t working.

“Then why were you so nervous? And why haven’t you ever brought anyone home? You’re family’s fantastic and you clearly love them so it couldn’t have been any of them so what is it?” He looked slightly more nervous than before. He was clearly trying to figure out how to answer.

“Well....I don’t know why I was nervous, I guess just because I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never done anything like this because well....there’s never been anyone special enough I guess. I don’t know. I just want everything to be perfect and I suppose it was you’re the only girl I’ve had serious feelings about so you always make me nervous. I just want you to be happy and I want everything to be good for you and so sometimes I’m weird about it I guess.” The room filled with a sort of anticipatory silence as you tried to figure out what to say and do. You leaned forward and kissed him. He pulled you closer softly, his large hands wrapping around your waist.

You leaned back slightly to look into his bright blue eyes. “I love you, Charlie,” you mumbled. His gaze switched between your lips to your eyes trying to decide where to stay.

“I....I love you too,” he replied.

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beanie-beebo-writes · 3 years

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Series Summary: Reader is running from financial problems and his/her studies, will they catch up with him/her? Charlie's close friends (none other than Sam and Dean) go to check up on the reader due to Charlie becoming worried for him/her. Trouble pursues, as the reader wants to keep silent about his/her struggles.

Warnings: None

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Chapter 19

As soon as Charlie observed all was well, she wrapped you in a tight hug for a long couple of moments. The hug wasn't completely unexpected, so you reciprocated it for as long as you both needed it. You only let go first because you knew this visit was more for her, not you.

"Oh my god, (Y/N), it's been so long." She said with a wavering voice.

"I know, but you'll understand once I explain everything." You said.

"Here, you can sit down if you're gonna be a while. Coffee? Water?" Charlie offered.

"Some coffee would be great Charles." You replied, the smile never fully leaving your face..

In a jiffy, she fixed up whatever coffee was left from not long ago, which was thankfully still warm. Originally, she began making a new batch, but you assured her that the one she had from this morning (around an hour ago) was alright, as long as it was still fresh. She grabbed a small platter tray, quickly dumped some saltines and cubed cheese onto it, and hustled back to the sitting room where you sat.

"Where have you been? You've had so many different phone numbers, I honestly couldn't keep track." She began.

"Honestly? Probably every corner of the states. I was, running, you could say." You said.

"I figured that much. What from? You know you can always tell me anything, right?" She reassured.

"I know; at the time, I didn't think it was safe to tell anyone anything, you know, just to be safe. I was running from myself, my life, everything. It may have seemed that everything was peachy keen, but really? I felt trapped, and couldn't get out. And I feared that if anyone knew where I was, I would get into some deep trouble, somewhere along the line." You said

"Why didn't you just drop out? That probably could have been an easier route than just bolting and not looking back at all.." Charlie said.

"Essentially, I did drop out. Maybe not the correct way, but I did. I didn't have a job, and I wasn't going to find one any time soon, especially with how everyone is basically unemployed, or all the good jobs are taken.. I didn't have money… There was no way I could have paid anything off in time. So, I ran off the grid."

"I could've helped you, yanno.. I still have quite a bit of inheritance money left, and I'd be happy to help."

"Wait.. You do?"

"I mean it isn't a huge boatload of money, but yeah. I'd say it's a sufficient amount to help you get started with payments."

"You still have it? I mean, I hate to be greedy… but-"

"Oh yeah, of course. I only use it for school anyway, but I'm pretty much all set. You on the other hand, you need it. Feel free to take it! Free of paybacks, I swear."

You beamed as tears freely streamed down your cheeks. You shouldn't have expected the worst, but as always, you did. Deep down, you knew Charlie would help you, but anxiety always got the worst of you; it shielded you from what was really there.

"Oh god Charlie, what did I ever do to deserve someone like you?" You asked.

"You were a nerdy geek, which meant you deserved my love from the start." She said with a wink.

From there, it finally clicked into place. Everything you thought was lost, was dug back out to the surface. Finally, everything was okay. Maybe it wasn't perfect, but it was okay.

Around a couple hours later, you felt it was a good time to text the brothers to pick you up. You and Charlie had an eventful couple of hours catching up, and you felt she should enjoy the rest of the weekend while she could. It didn't take long for them to pull back into their original spot on the curb; you figured they must have drove around or stopped somewhere while you were with Charlie. Dean honked the horn seeing the two of you sitting on the front porch.

"So, they told you who they were, huh?" Charlie asked, walking beside you to the car.

"No, actually, I actually figured it out myself." You said.

Charlie smirked knowingly. "Always were a smart cookie."

You pretty much strode towards the car; it all seemed to be going in slow motion. Here you were, with someone you never thought you would see again, after a hunt with your heroes, Sam and Dean Winchester. You faced your problems, you were… actually okay.

"You know, I was wondering if and when you were going to piece everything together." She said.

"How did you know them anyway?" You asked.

"Well, I met them on accident a while ago, while they were on a case. Ever since I found out what they did, I kinda wanted to help." She said bashfully.

"And you didn't bother to tell me these guys existed? Keeping them all to yourself.. sneaky." You teased.

"Hey hey, they wanted to be kept on the low anyway! You should know that it's how hunters are!" She said.

"You're the one that read the books Missy, you should know that by now!" Dean teased with a wink, as you and Charlie were a short distance from the car.

"They..know?" Charlie whispered.

"Oh relax, they didn't take it too bad when I explained to them how I was." You said.

"Hey Charlie, long time no see." Sam said after your brief exchange.

"Oh my god, I missed you guys so much!" Charlie exclaimed.

Sam opened his door and Dean followed suit, already expecting Charlie's bone-crushing hugs.

Knowing that they already knew each other pretty well almost made you a bit jealous, but you didn't let it get in the way.

"How have you been?" She asked.

"The usual, but seeing a familiar face normally helps." Dean said.

She punched him affectionately.

After the short hug session, you all talked for who knows how long. You knew it was a while though, since the sun was already past high noon by the observation of your shadows. You talked about how you all knew each other, previous hunts, funny stories. It was truly weird, talking with your best friend and the Winchesters, an honest dream come true. But it felt right. It felt like you belonged, maybe even, normal.

"You know, (Y/N), you really do make a nice asset for the team." Charlie commented.

"You really think so?" You asked.

"Yeah. I mean, I know you are a fan of the series and all," -The boys rolled their eyes playfully- "but you're truly hunter material." She said.

You felt your cheeks turn a light shade of pink, causing you to look anywhere but at a face.

"Thanks Char, you always know how to flatter me." You said.

She smiled. "Of course."

"Well, I think it's about time we head off, what do you say (Y/N)?" Sam asked, peering down at you.

"I agree. I mean, I know Saturday is normally your study day, Charlie, so I won't hold you for too long." You said.

"You know I wouldn't mind if you ever wanted to stay longer anyway, (Y/N)." She said, the smile returning to her freckled face.

The three of you got into your usual seats, got settled, and slowly pulled back onto the main road. You knew Dean drove slower just so you could all wave and say your farewells, and you couldn't be more grateful. Everything felt so complete, almost like a happy movie ending honestly. Your heart was filled with a warm light, for the first time in forever, and you hoped it would never disappear again.

"You know, Charlie was right back there you know, about you being a hunter," Dean said, looking at you in the rearview mirror, "you could tag along with us, if you wanted."

You looked back into his eyes, and then to Sam, who also was looking back at you. You never in your life knew what you truly wanted. But at that moment, it hit you; you knew all along. You were a fighter, and this, was your destiny.

#spn x reader #spn fanfic #spn reader insert

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it’s your favorite bitches, @pixilated and @laprincessa here and ready to rock your world. we don’t care if you read it or not, the rest of the world already has.

The Red Carpet Review with @pixilated

While some went unnoticed (I can’t tell if those were intentional or not), there were definitely some looks. With every celeb on the red carpet dying to make an impression, some unfortunately are destined to miss the mark-- the Carrington’s Gala was no exception. Now, I present to you last weekend’s best and worst dressed.

WORST: Sarah Park

No one would disagree with us when we say that Sarah looked like absolute literal trash, and sweetie, she can’t even challenge us on this one. We get it, you love the environment. Showing up to the red carpet in a dress made of trash was a power move, Ms. Park. There’s something fishy about this whole demonstration, but I’ll let @laprincessa tell you all about that. This dress didn’t even last the whole night, so structurally it was not sound. We applaud you for having the balls for wearing this as your red carpet look, I don’t think anyone else could have pulled it off.

BEST: Tyler Henry

Not a big surprise here, with all the money this girl has we expected nothing less. We’re almost positive that this dress costs less than the rock on her finger anyways. Henry also wore a stunning shade of green with her tiff toward Ms. Duffy and quite possibly a slightly different shade of green later that night due to her consumption of champagne-- eight or nine glasses would definitely make me sick. Thankfully for Ms. Henry, pink and green are complementary colors, so there’s no need to call the fashion police on this one.

WORST: Drew Koenig

*Yawn* Guess we should have seen this one coming considering the Koenig’s past with their money loss, maybe they are just trying to be more fiscally responsible, who knows. However, we know some better ways to be fiscally responsible-- especially for an underwear model. Showing up in #hiscalvins would have been a look, but instead we’re left with this lackluster appearance.

BEST: Willa Duffy

Time and again, Willa Duffy does not fail to impress-- it’s no wonder she’s continuously at the top of everyone’s radar. She dazzled everyone at the gala with this blue and gold number, Ms. Duffy you truly looked like a princess. Flora and Merryweather probably fought less than @laprincessa and I did on who was best dressed -- pink or blue! We just couldn’t settle on Ms. Duffy or Ms. Henry for the title, we’ll let them settle that in their own time, we just wanted to add a little more fuel to the fire between those two.

WORST: Charlie Carrington

Oh Carrington, it seems like a cop out to just get a handkerchief to match your girl. Maybe Ms. Henry was too indecisive about her look that you settled for something simple. Your name wasn’t even on the invitation, little Charlie, and your suit didn’t make you standout either.

@laprincessa: Que decepción, I honestly expected more of you Carrington, especialmente cuando your fiance is a fashion icon, tsk tsk communication is key darlings! Let me take this time to express my utter disappointment with men in high society always showing up in the same old somber tones, in the same old boring suits. The fashion world is always moving forward and you have the money to really show up and represent. Explore with colors, patterns and textures! Floral is not just for the ladies, gentlemen-- the more vibrant the color the more impressive you stand out. Stop boring me to tears with the same old suit and tie.

BEST: Jared Caldwell

That brings me to the best dressed guy, which goes to New Money Caldwell. Let me just fangirl about this this man for a second, can you tell that I just absolutely love him. Sure no one really knows who he is and he’s just a nerdy guy who made the hottest app, but if he ghosted me I would be heartbroken. I can see why Martha was all over this man, look at that t e x t u r e. Boys, you need to take a few notes in your book from him. THIS is how you rock a gala look.

WORST: Victoria Sparks

There’s nothing awful about this look, in fact the only one who really swung and missed was Ms. Park, but there’s nothing that really stands out either. I think we were all on the edge of our seats to see if your date would be your mother. I wonder if you’re feeling well, with your dreamy, far-off look and your nose stuck in a book-- what a puzzle to the rest of us is well, Ms. Sparks. I should have expected this from New York’s Sweetheart who has been flying under the radar, but we’re dying to know why your personality is still missing when you are back in the big apple with mommy dearest.

BEST: Juniper Winslow

Such a classic look from Ms. Winslow, it brings me back to the Juni: Princess of the Galaxy days! You really were a star. Thank goodness you didn’t have a fashion disaster tonight, but it’s such a shame your ex-mans was at the gala too. You really seemed on edge, Juni. The class the dress brought definitely compensated for the mess that followed.

BEST: Sarah Park

Hats off to you Ms. Park for not only receiving worst dressed, but also receiving the best dressed. While it wasn’t your red carpet look, you definitely turned some heads with this one too. Your transition from the trash in our ocean to your sandy sparkly look was not only touching, but inspiring. Congrats from your two faves-- oh and tell your bestie that #TimesUp on the fashion trend she tried to bring to the gala.

No Me Digas! con @laprincessa

Now you all know we love our fashion opinions, but what we thirst is more than what our fellow socialites were wearing. We thirst for the knowledge of what they are doing and subsequently hiding. Good thing is... we know all, we see all and my, my, my! What juicy content do we have to share.

While so many of you flew under the radar, stuck to the walls or hidden in the corners, some of you truly saved this gala from being a total snoozefest. I for one, was ready to post some secrets just to have a reaction from all those in attendance, but early on it was easy to spot that things were bound to get interesting.

Let me start with the ever so fabulous Tyler Henry. Mija, you were a total mess. The woman who has everything-- the wealth, good genes, the rock on her finger with the handsome man at her side-- started guzzling down champagne like it was water. What could possibly warrant Ms. Henry to act impulsively on the night of her soon-to-be family’s gala? My sources say that daddy dearest broke a promise and the Henry’s wholesome family unit was minus one. The night just kept getting better as Ms. Henry decided to up the ante and get into not one but two major confrontations.

The First: #theAutocrat vs #theVisionary

While we agree that Ms. Sarah Park was a total eyesore in that, for lack of a better term-- trashy dress, was it really necessary to ruin it? Now before all you Tyler-stans get all defensive here are the facts. The two ladies were spotted having a quarrel, it wouldn’t surprise me if the camera crew got all the juicy details of what was said. All I know is that the back-and-forth reached the point where Ms. Henry was seen pulling in the Carrington’s guest speaker real close, and not for the steamy reasons we’re all hoping for, and as Ms. Park pulled away... oops! Her dress was falling apart and Tyler was left with plastic in her hands. Seems pretty incriminating to me. In the end I feel like I should thank Tyler, Sarah was forced to change and I ended up getting a delectable view of her banging body.

@pixilated: Hey! #TeamTyler over here and I wouldn’t say that miss-horny-for-change can get away without pointing a few fingers at her. No one would believe it, but rumor has it Ms. Park could have had a few tricks up her sleeve and wanted Ms. Henry to rip her dress all along. Hell, I’d want that dis-gus-ting thing off of me too. Tyler did warn her never to call her by that godforsaken nickname. Seems like she was set-up to have the perfect alibi, but that’s just my cup of tea.

Since @pixilated has already revealed herself to be in #TeamTyler I guess I can go ahead and reveal that while I’m not on any teams yet, I do have a soft spot for Sarah Park. She had the guts to embarrass herself in front of all the who’s who of New York because her love of activism ran stronger than the need to look good. She’s constantly using her privilege for the greater good and I can’t help but admire that. Not even a wardrobe malfunction could slow her down. Ms. Park was right on time to perform her speech and the outpouring of support confirmed what we all know, this girl is on fire. Was it just me or did any of you notice how her speech even used her dress falling apart to her advantage? Ms. Park is one smart cookie, good thing she seems like she wants to help the world and not ruin it. And as Selena Gomez always said, “everything is not what it seems.” *queue theme song here*

The Second: #theAutocrat vs #theModel

You’d think I would be so over the drama between these two, but I can’t help it! They are my guilty pleasure and they always indulge me. I wonder whatever compelled Tyler Henry to approach Willa Duffy in the first place? Was Willa enchanting too many guests? Was she taking too much of the spotlight? Or was it because Willa was looking a little too cute laughing up a storm with Charles Carrington himself? Whatever the reason was, Ms. Henry was seven drinks too many in and confronting Willa Duffy in front of the whole gala!! Scandalous! I know I felt a shiver of excitement when I saw that showdown happening. These queens of New York were both so formidable with their consistent, calculated clapbacks, but it was apparent that the Queen Bee, Ms. Henry, stung Ms. Duffy one too many times. It's amazing to imagine how they could rule the whole city if they only joined forces once again. I know, I know, never gonna happen! It's the dreamer in me I can’t help it. Anyways, much like Tyler’s first confrontation, Willa left the scene first and while in many instances that would be a win. Is it really a win to act like a drunken fool in front of all your fiance’s family and esteemed guests? So who’s the real winner here? We are of course! We would like to thank Charlie for quite literally making the whole Tyler drama sweeter by removing her from the premise to grab a scoop to forget her stand-up dad.

So much time spent on Ms. Henry it’s safe to say she’s our Scandal of the Week. But there are so many who also caught our interest never fear!

Ms. Duffy where is your shadow? Consider us shocked at not seeing the Duffy twins attached at the hip. We know he was there or did he bail out before the party even got started? Perhaps it’s a good thing, we can’t imagine you would have charmed as many guests with your demon of a brother at your side.

Drew Koenig, your foolish, misogynistic attempts to win over Bella De La Rosa Lopez did not go unnoticed. You might like your women like you like your drinks, “sweet and a little spicy,” but I’ve heard Bella likes her men how most people like their wine. Luck for us, Ms. De La Rosa ended her night dancing with Ms. Duffy and not with the likes of you.

@pixilated: Some advice for Charlie Carrington, if you want people to respect your relationship with Tyler Henry, you best not be seen chatting it up and getting comfortable with her sworn enemy. Maybe he’s just trying to keep their enemies close.

My girl here has a point, we’ve been told that the Duffy’s and the Carrington’s have been friends for years but there is such a thing as loyalty to your loved one no? On the other hand there is something so cute seeing two friends laughing up a storm. The real truth here is that I’m a messy bitch and I live for this drama.

@pixilated: And one final word to the wise-- the Marthas of the world better throw caution to the wind and watch their back, I’m tryna steal your mans <3

I don’t know pixie, Jared seems pretty enamored with the one, the only, Willa Duffy, are the Marthas of the world the real threat here?

@pixilated: I don’t care who you are, if you have heart eyes for Jared Caldwell, I suggest wearing shades so I can’t pick you out of a crowd.

This concludes our honest review. If you didn’t see yourself mentioned don’t get comfortable, either you didn’t do anything worthy of a mention which *yawn* or we’re biding our time to comment on all the messy things you do. Both options make me want to spill all your deep dark secrets but my partner says waiting is key to ultimate satisfaction.

Until next time,

xoxo

#carrington gala.#an honest review.#review.#sarah.#tyler.#drew.#willa.#charlie.#jared.#victoria.#juniper.#bella.#i spent more time on this than i have for any of my assignments all semester tbh #AND WE WORKED SO HARD #WE HOPE YOU LIKE IT

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 7 years

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two awkward teachers au for Destiel?

Not sure if I really hit on the awkwardness but I hope you like it anyway! (also on ao3!)

When Dean graduated high school, he had been sure that his days of developing puppy dog crushes were over. But he had been wrong. So utterly wrong.

Because there he was at thirty three years old with a stomach full of butterflies and a face the color of a cherry. All because one of his co-workers had complimented his outfit.

Christ, he was pathetic.

He was a college professor for God's sake, he molded young minds and all that bullshit, he should not be blushing like a little schoolboy. Yet there he was, standing in his empty classroom with sweaty palms and a racing heart.

It was Cas' fault really. With those big blue eyes of his and his pretty pink lips and his messy hair that made it look like he had just gotten thoroughly fucked. With his dark stubbled jaw and radiant smiles.

With his perfectly pressed suits and dorky trench coat and backwards tie. With his awkwardness and his fascination with bees and the way he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Yeah, it was totally Cas' fault. That fucking asshole.

Dean had met Cas five years ago when he had started teaching at the University of Kansas, taking over for Professor Donatello Redfield who decided to retire after thirty years of teaching. But while the older man, who retired to a cozy house on the outskirts of town with his cat, had taught both chemistry and history Dean was purely a history buff.

He had always been a history junkie, from the time he was a little toddler running around in the backyard playing cowboys. His parents had thought it was adorable, indulging him whenever he asked to watch old black and white movies or begged to go with his dad to classic car shows.

Besides his dad and his uncle Bobby, his childhood heroes had been Eliot Ness and Samuel Colt. In high school, he spent as much time studying as he did chasing skirts.

The only problem was that when the time came, his family couldn't afford to send him off to college. His grades had been wonderful but just not enough to get him a scholarship.

So, with his other options exhausted, he followed in his dad's footsteps and enrolled in the army the day after he turned eighteen. He trained to be a mechanic, never actually see seeing any combat, and after a four year stint, the government paid for him to go to school.

He studied history at KU, focusing primarily on American history and dabbling in a bit of ancient civilization. After another four years, he graduated with honors and was offered a job replacing Professor Redfield.

He had met Cas just a few days later while he was moving into his new office — he had his own office! — a friendly face who offered to help him unload some of his boxes from the backseat of the Impala. Dean had been grunting and groaning as he tried wrenching one of his boxes of books out of the backseat when a deep, gravelly voice had come out of the blue to ask, "Would you like some assistance?"

Dean had been so startled, he had jerked upright and promptly smacked the back of his head against the roof of his baby, cursing at the pain. Shaking himself, he had backed out of the backseat to find the source of the husky voice that may or may not have had gone straight to his dick.

He had found the most gorgeous man he had ever seen standing by the back of the Impala. He had been wearing a quintessentially nerdy sweater vest and a shy smile.

After gawking at the man for a few minutes, Dean had shaken himself again and accepted the man's offer, handing him one of the lighter boxes. They had walked in comfortable silence to Dean's new office where one of the maintenance workers, Joshua, was scraping Donatello's name off the glass inlay of the door.

"Oh, you must be Professor Winchester," the yet to be introduced man commented as he followed Dean into his office. "Donatello's replacement."

"Call me, Dean. Professor makes me feel all old," Dean had countered as they set their boxes down on his already cluttered desk. After wiping his palm on his jeans, he held out his hand, greeting, "Nice to meet ya."

"I'm Professor Novak," the man returned, shaking Dean's hand. With a smile, he amended, "Castiel Novak."

"Well, alright, Cas," Dean had laughed under his breath. "You mind helping me out with the rest of my boxes?"

"It'd be my pleasure, Dean," Cas had returned with a beaming grin. Their friendship had flourished from there.

It turned out that Cas' office was just down the hall from Dean's, that he taught both literature and theology. He was a favorite among students despite his sometimes too formal demeanor, largely due to his empathetic nature and rather lax deadlines for assignments.

He and Dean had coinciding breaks between their morning and afternoon classes, giving them the opportunity to get to know each other better over lunches consisting of the cheapest junk food the school's vending machine had to offer. Typical topics of conversation spanned from their teaching plans to their personal lives to their favorite television shows as they sat in Cas' office and drank too-weak black coffee.

Apparently, Cas had a ridiculously huge family, admitting that he had scores of siblings he had never actually met before. All of them had been given either Biblical names or names of angels according to Christian mythology, thus Cas' fascination with theology.

Dean had countered stories about Cas' older brother Gabriel with jokes about his moose of a younger brother who had just gotten engaged. When Cas told him the meaning of his name — speed of God — Dean told him that he had been named after his maternal grandmother.

They shared all sorts of family anecdotes from the time Dean carved his and Sam's initials into the Impala to the time Cas' brothers Gabriel and Balthazar had taken him to a strip club for his eighteenth birthday, only for Cas to admit that he was pansexual and while the women were very attractive he would rather go to a male strip club. They had even exchanged baby pictures so they could laugh at the mischief they had gotten into while still in diapers.

Dean had ribbed Cas for days about his car, an old Lincoln Continental that was unbelievably fitting for Cas. In turn, Cas had teased Dean about the copy of Busty Asian Beauties he had found in his office while helping him tidy up his desk.

Their routine of having lunch together on weekdays and occasionally hanging out on the weekends when neither of them had any other plans had continued for the next four years. And somewhere along the line, between the afternoons spent teasing each other and the nights at Dean's apartment binge watching Dr. Sexy, Dean had fallen head over heels for his best friend.

Which is why Cas' innocent comment about Dean's tie bringing out his green eyes turned the over-compensatingly butch, army vet, tough guy history professor into a pile of blushing goo. He was seriously fucked.

Especially when Cas sent him a wink afterwards before flouncing out of Dean's classroom to get to his own before his students showed up. When Dean's students arrived, shuffling into class with tired eyes and cups full of Starbucks coffee, he was still struggling to will away his blush.

He somehow managed to make it through his lesson about the atrocities committed by white settlers without embarrassing himself any further. As he handed out study guides for their next quiz, he resolutely ignored the way one of his students raked her eyes over him like he was a piece of meat.

Maybe his tie brought out his eyes a little too much.

He gave a quick little lecture about studying that was met with a chorus of exaggerated groans and a round of simultaneous eye rolls before excusing his students. As they filed out of the room, he grabbed his phone and shot a quick text to his friend Charlie, I think Cas just hit on me.

Charlie, the school's resident IT expert who taught an afternoon computers class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and was a friend from high school, answered a few seconds later. What?! 👀👀👀

Dean glanced at the clock as he typed out his response. Cas still had another hour left of class before his break, his theology class only meeting on Thursdays.

He said my tie brought out the color of my eyes then he winked at me! He winked at me! Dean texted her, feeling frantic. His palms were suddenly sweaty again as he replayed Cas' words over and over and over again, trying to eek out any hidden meaning, any intent.

He wasn't good at subtle flirtations, he was more of an actions over words kind of guy. Sure, he could charm the pants off anyone — well, almost anyone — but that was just when all he was looking for was a one night stand. A wham bam thank you ma'am, or mister, before he never saw them again.

But Cas was different. He deserved more than a meaningless hookup in the back of some dive bar or dirty alleyway. He deserved something special and romantic, like something Dr. Sexy would come up with.

Like rose petals spread out on luxuriant silk sheets with candles lit around the room. Like breakfast in bed with heart shaped pancakes and a steaming mug of his favorite earl grey tea.

Or maybe a nice massage after a long bubble bath with one of those bath bomb things that Charlie was always raving about. Dinner at a fancy restaurant that served more than just burgers and fries before a walk on the beach to watch the sunset.

Cas deserved all that and more. But Dean had no idea if he could give him that.

The longest romantic relationship he had ever maintained had been in high school. Even then, in the two years he had dated Cassie, he had been an idiot, a stupid teenage boy who was too fixated on when he was going to get laid again to bother sending his girlfriend flowers on her birthday or taking her out to dinner.

But hopefully, Charlie could help, even if it was just to tell him that he shouldn't get his hopes up. He eagerly awaited her response.

When his phone dinged with her reply, he couldn't open the message fast enough. And what did you do??? Charlie's message read.

I didn't do anything, Dean admitted, biting his lip as he mentally kicked himself for just gaping like a fish out of water. He left before I could do anything.

Oh, Dean. 😔 Charlie replied, her disappointment palpable in the text. That little emoji she included just seemed cruel.

Fortunately, she made up for any insulting, pensive looking emojis by sending him instructions. Alright, here's what you're gonna do. Go get him some flowers and flirt that perfect ass of yours off.

Are you sure? Dean sent back, his brows knitting together in consternation. He didn't want to fuck anything up just because he read too much into an innocent comment that meant nothing.

Have I ever steered you wrong before? Charlie returned challengingly. A second later, she tacked on, Except for that one time. It's not my fault he turned out to be straight!

Alright, thanks, Char, Dean answered, chuckling to himself at the memory of the time Charlie had set him up on a blind date with a guy so straight it was painful. At least the chicken wings had been good.

His phone chirped a moment later with another message from Charlie. He smiled as he read it, I better be the maid of honor at your wedding.

Sure thing, kiddo, Dean shot back before pocketing his cell phone and checking the clock again. He still had forty five minutes until Cas' class ended, which should have given him enough time to run over to the florist on Third Street, especially if he disregarded the speed limit.

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Dean made it back to the campus with ten minutes to spare, carefully tucking the bouquet of flowers he had purchased into the inner pocket of his jacket. He was careful not to crush any of the pristine petals as he hurried back into the main building and made his way back to his office.

He had been surprised by how busy the flower shop had been at ten a.m., finding a long line when he made it to Happy Petals. The line had moved along quickly enough, most people picking up online orders.

When it was his turn at the counter, he abruptly realized that he had no idea what kind of flowers to buy. The only person he had ever bought flowers for was his mother and he always got her the same thing, a bunch of sunflowers.

Luckily, one of the women behind the counter took him aside to help him put together the perfect bouquet. Apparently, there was an entire language of flowers, full length books detailing the different symbolic meanings of the flowers.

He had admittedly felt like a bit of an idiot until the woman, a brunette with kind blue eyes in a bright yellow apron, had patiently asked a few questions about who exactly the flowers were for. After Dean ended up rambling for ten minutes about how sweet and kind and mind-blowingly smart and handsome Cas was, she arranged a beautiful bouquet that was perfect.

Pale blue peonies made up the majority of the bouquet along with darker blue chrysanthemums. They were complemented by immaculate white roses and white lilies.

It was perfect for Cas. The blues reminded Dean of Cas' heavenly blue eyes while the white blooms were reminiscent of the wings of angels that Dean inexplicably associated with Cas.

He just needed to work up the nerve to give Cas the bouquet. It was much harder than he thought it would be.

He ended up pacing in his office, pausing every so often to glance over at the bouquet he had gingerly set on his desk as doubt started creeping into his head. What if Cas hated them? What if he thought Dean was an idiot for ever thinking their relationship could be anything more than platonic?

With a heavy sigh, he tugged his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick picture of the bouquet. He sent the picture to Charlie, inquiring, What do you think?

Omg Dean those are perfect! Charlie announced a mere second later. She followed it up with a string of heart eye emojis and an encouraging assurance, He's gonna love them! Almost as much as he loves you 😜

You're an idiot, Dean informed her before closing out of their conversation, his phone buzzing with a new message from someone else. It was Cas.

Just finished up class, Cas informed him, his statement punctuated by a smiley face emoji. I brought leftover pizza if you'd like some. I'll be in my office.

Alright, now or never, Dean thought as he grabbed the bouquet from his desk. With a steeling breath, he left his office and started down the hallway towards Cas'.

He paused outside of Cas' door, taking a few deep breaths to brace himself for whatever might happen. Balling up his fist to let himself into Cas' office, he instructed himself, C'mon, nut up, Winchester.

He hid the bouquet behind his back as he strolled into Cas' office with a bright grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. Cas was sitting at his desk, hunched over his laptop as he munched on a slice of cold reheated pepperoni pizza.

He looked up as Dean entered the room, his face lighting up even as he continued chewing. Pausing in his typing, he waved Dean further into his office, gesturing at one of the two tufted barrel armchairs in front of his desk.

Cas set his slice of pizza down, wiping his hand on a nearby napkin, and stood. He rounded his desk to grab the box of leftover pizza from the coffee table by the old Chesterfield sofa beside one of his bookshelves.

He set his hip against the front of his desk as he set down the box of pizza, opening it to show off its contents. But for once Dean wasn't interested in food.

He made his way over to the front of Cas' desk, ignoring the confusion on Cas' face in favor of taking a deep breath and presenting the bouquet. He felt like a little kid offering a single daisy to his crush, the root still attached along with a clump of dirt.

"What...?" Cas murmured, trailing off as he looked up at Dean, his eyes narrowed in confusion. He glanced between the flowers and Dean's face, then back again.

"They're for you," Dean blurted without any further preamble. "I just thought... You deserved something nice, y'know? And I thought you'd like blue... The, uh, the peonies, I think, they match your eyes... I just— This was stupid, huh? I'm so—"

But before Dean could utter another word, Cas was shooting out his hand to wrap it around Dean's tie and yank him into a kiss. Any and all apologies that Dean had bouncing around his head were silenced as Cas' warm, slightly chapped lips moved against his in a wet glide.

He carefully set down the bouquet on Cas' desk before inching close enough to wrap his arms around Cas' waist, reeling him in closer. Cas hummed contentedly against Dean's lips as the other man enthusiastically returned the kiss.

Charlie was a freaking genius. Dean was sure to tell her that a few hours later.

And the tie? The one that brought out Dean's green eyes? He wore it on their wedding day.

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#destiel #destiel fic #fic #teacher au #teacher!dean #teacher!castiel #awkwardness #flirting #charlie and dean friendship #my fic #youmeatwarped-182

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Supergirl recap: Dreamer girl meets world

We’ve got four separate storylines this week, so let’s start with—ugh—Ben Lockwood, who’s lost his flair for rhetorical dazzle in recent episodes and has devolved into a bit of a one-dimensional shouty bad guy. The Children of Liberty (and his actual child, George) have all donned armbands now that they’re deputized by the president, and they’re setting out to round up known aliens.

George expresses uncertainty about their actions when the wife of one target objects to her husband’s arrest, and Lockwood warns, “We can’t humanize them, son. Don’t ever mistake them for anything but the roaches they are.” Bad parenting, exhibit A.

Meanwhile, Brainy, Lena, and Alex work together to help James, whose PTSD is being exacerbated by the Harun-El in his system. Lena’s frustrated because she can’t get the tech scavenged from Lex’s prison cell to work, so Brainy proposes entering James’s memories to find the root of his trauma, reasoning that if James can control his anxiety attacks, he can control his powers.

Brainy assumes the trauma is Lex-based, but the source is actually his father’s funeral when he and Kelly were children. James didn’t attend because he was accidentally locked in a bathroom, which Kelly tells Alex was upsetting for her as well, as she really needed her big brother. Brainy gently (for him) suggests that James has told himself this story so many times that he now believes it, and we eventually learn that in fact, two bullies found him that day and locked him into a casket in the basement. Yiiiiikes. I’d suppress that memory, too.

When Brainy pushes him to work through the memory, James ejects him from his mind palace, so Kelly agrees to slap on a forehead amplifier thingy and give it a try. She finds James and urges him to fight back and change the narrative. James pulls a Thanos on the bullies in his memory and helps his younger self out of the casket. When he wakes up in the lab, he’s levitating. Success!

Kara, meanwhile, is committed to bringing down Lex Luthor through a journalistic exposé that finds her flipping through the L Corp black budget and trying the “investigator tapes up photos and scrawls manic notes on a window” approach. She quickly realizes how central Amertek is to the mystery and that Franklin the Dryad 1) has been sleeping at work for safety and 2) has a sister, Edna, who works at Amertek.

After some convincing, Edna agrees to let Kara look through the Amertek files for a Lex link. She finds paperwork on a suspicious Rubnia missile base tied to a Sebastian Melmoth, but Edna refuses to look further because she’d have to use her personal ID number. “You don’t know what it’s like to walk around with a target on your back because of who you are,” she tells Kara.

The Amertek visit pays off when Kara realizes she saw the name Sebastian Melmoth in the L Corp budget, so she pays Lena a visit. Lena, though, isn’t pleased that she’s seen more of judgy, judgy Supergirl than her actual best friend, who now wants to use her as a source. To be fair, though, Lena’s super frustrated that her attempts to remove Harun-El from her test hearts keep causing them to explode, so she was already on edge.

While Kara’s doing journalism, Dreamer steps in to fill the Supergirl void, even though Brainy warns there’s a 63.6 percent chance she’ll be apprehended. During her patrol, she discovers that several terrified aliens have taken refuge at the alien bar.

Then the Children of Liberty goons bust in, and George Lockwood is shocked to see his friend Charlie hiding there. This armband-wearing child has the audacity to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Thankfully, Charlie’s got enough spirit left to serve some attitude when he replies, “Why do you think?”

Then the episode jumps into campy overdrive in a way that may have worked for you but didn’t quite work for me. In the melee, the jukebox starts playing American Woman, and Dreamer fights off the Children with her light powers and her quips. She’s impressive, and I get what that song means for her on a number of levels, but it was a little *jazz hands* in its showiness. Cool but jarring, I guess. Anyway, the encounter leaves George wondering if they’re doing the wrong thing, but his proud mother assures him that he’s helping save the country.

Nia and Kara agree that they feel hopeless and helpless, so Kara hatches a plan to give the public a hero who can inspire hope as both an alien and a human. Nia suits up, and Dreamer and Kara sit down in the deserted CatCo office for a live, unscheduled interview that takes over the airwaves somehow, with Franklin running the camera. What follows is definitely not journalism, but it is emotional.

Dreamer explains that she’s a trans woman, born in America to a human father, who became her spine, and a Naltor mother, who became her heart. She says she prefers salty over sweet, that she’s a Gryffindor with a gray stallion Patronus, and that she likes nerdy boys who think too much. (Watching with Lena, Brainy asks, “What does love feel like?” Ha!) She urges viewers not to fear their differences and concludes by saying, “We don’t have to wait for a new day. We are the new day.”

While the speech is lovely, it’s kind of weird that Kara has the authority to air this non-journalistic interview just willy-nilly. But whatever. A good portion of the viewing audience is moved by Dreamer’s bravery and honesty. This includes Lena, who tells Brainy she feels paralyzed by being unable to fix James or find Lex. Brainy advises her to give trust in order to receive it.

Also touched by Dreamer’s message is one of Lockwood’s troops at the DEO, who texts Alex a warning that his boss is on the way to CatCo. By the time Lockwood arrives to arrest Dreamer for “seditious violent speech,” Alex’s team has shut down the lights, allowing Kara to use her super-powers in the dark alongside the other heroes.

Things that are awesome in the ensuing fight: Kara using her pink jacket as a weapon, Brainy and Dreamer battling back to back, Franklin jumping into the fray and Kara pretending he saved her, and a powered-up James arriving to break Lockwood’s hand and crumple his gun. “All I see are journalists exercising their rights of free speech,” James satisfyingly bellows. “Get. Out. Now.”

Edna also watched Dreamer and was inspired to use her ID to access the records Kara needs, even volunteering to go on record. Then Lena shows up to apologize and admit she worked with Lex for months, despite knowing he was manipulating her. Kara hugs her and tells her she’s strong, kind, and brilliant. Then they work together to decipher the Amertek clues.

Lena remembers that Sebastian Melmoth was an Oscar Wilde pseudonym Lex enjoyed using, and it leads her to pick apart his cipher, which reveals “Rubnia” to be code for Kaznia. And since L Corp transferred out $5.8 billion the same day that Amertek paid $5.8 billion for the missile base, Kara says, “Guess we’re going to Kaznia.”

George Lockwood, meanwhile, tosses aside a Children of Liberty mask in disgust and texts his friend Charlie that he’s there if Charlie needs him. But that might all change soon; Ben Lockwood catches sight of the woman who objected to her husband’s arrest at the top of the hour fleeing his home. Inside, he finds his wife’s body on the floor with a wound to the chest.

And the episode concludes with J’onn in Martian form on T’ozz, where he deposits his ancestors’ memories and spear for safe keeping. He smiles wistfully, and a huge Myr’nn face appears in the sand and tells him to go home to his family.

Snaps of the cape

What a strangely disconnected ending beat. Was it only there to answer the question of where J’onn was for the Earthly action?

So. James has powers. And if he wields them with the controlled ferocity we saw at the end of the episode, this could be interesting to watch unfold.

I cannot get enough of Kara secretly using her powers to stop the bad guys, whether it’s a purse-snatcher or a xenophobic jack-booted thug. If we have to be Supergirl-less for a while longer, I’m glad we have that to look forward to.

Dreamer’s also a lot of fun in action, although some of her quips are better than others. “I’m your worst nightmare” and “Sweet dreams”? Okay. But “Sleeping beauty” and “Try this reverie” might need to go back to the drawing board.

Where does Lena get all those experimental hearts? Do … do we want to know? Also, Katie McGrath is one of the best criers on television. Change my mind.

#Supergirl #KaraDanvers #Dreamer #BiaNal #NicoleMaines #LenaLuthor #JamesOlsen #Brainiac-5 #Brainy #AlexDanvers #KellyOlsen #CatCo #RedDaughter #Kaznia #NationalCity #TheCW

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pcwpolwrestling · 6 years

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The Never Ending Shutdown/Trump Orders Out For Fast Food: PCW Extreme Political TV

THIS WEEK ON EXTREME POLITICAL TV-More on the shutdown and the media handling of the shutdown. -Trump and then bad weather grounds Nancy Pelosi. -PCW CEO Donald Trump serves up burgers to PCW fans. -More fallout from Deep State/Antifa/Establishment attack on Ray McAvay and PCW Heartland Owner Dawn McGill in Oshkosh including McGill and Berkeley, CA Professor McCarthy comments on attack. -Former two time PCW champion returns. -Heartland Tag Team title match between the champions Weapons of Mass Destruction and the Dork Dynasty in the main event.

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[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Blue background. The top of the Capitol Building occupies the left hand side of the television screen.

Centered in the middle of the screen: “P-SPAN. THE POLITICAL CHANNEL.”]

P-SPAN Announcer (off screen): The P-SPAN Network bring you long-form public affairs programming from the nation’s capital and are a public service of…

[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Logos of twenty three different cable and satellite television companies replace the Capitol Building and P-SPAN graphic.]

P-SPAN Announcer (v/o): …your television provider.

[ON SCREEN GRAPHIC: Returns to the blue background with the top of the Capitol Building occupying the left hand side of the television screen with “P-SPAN. THE POLITICAL CHANNEL.” centered in the middle of the screen.]

P-SPAN Announcer (v/o): P-SPAN. The Political Channel.

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Johnny Suave: Last weekend at a PCW House Show in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, this incident took place between Professor McCarthy’s Flock, Universal PCW Champion ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay, and PCW Heartland Owner Dawn McGill.

VIDEO: 1/12/2019 PCW House Show- Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Non-title match: Universal PCW Champion ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay vs. ‘Canadian Bad Boy’ Justin Beaver

McAvay has Beaver in a Dragon Sleeper submission hold about to tap out. Beaver’s SEC running mate ‘Charlie Wrestling’ Charlie Blackwell suddenly jumps into the ring and pastes McAvay in the back with a steel chair gets Beaver DQ’d.

Blackwell again raises the chair but the Deep State and the Antifa suddenly swarm the ring and shoves Blackwell out of the way. A four on one beatdown ensues. Then the Green World Order, The Young Jerks, Codee Pink, and Emily S. List runs down and join in while Professor McCarthy from Berkeley, California directs traffic from outside the ring.

In the meantime, McAvay’s Les Miserables attack the SEC at ringside.

Deep State #1 nails McAvay in the back with a baseball bat. Deep State #1 lines up another bat shot and this time aims for McAvay’s surgically repaired neck. PCW Heartland owner Dawn McGill shoots out from the back and rushes Deep State #1. Deep State #2 and the Antifa grab McGill before she reaches Deep State #1 and Codee Pink comes over and Glitter Bombs her. Temporarily blinded, McGill gets dragged to and draped over the ropes. Professor McCarthy then whacks her in the head with the ‘good book.’

Deep State #1 raises the bat again towards McAvay and his repaired neck. This time, Stormy (one of McAvay’s valets and one half of West Texas Adult Entertainment Legends Dark and Stormy) grabs the bat and tries to stop him. In the brief struggle that ensues, the bat accidently strikes Stormy in the head and knocks her out.

The Les Miserables jump into the ring with the entire PCW Heartland locker room right behind them. Professor McCarthy and his Flock immediately exit the ring and jump into the crowd with the locker room hot on their trail.

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PCW Extreme Political TV on P-SPAN Sunday January 20th, 2019 Taped January 19th at the Tyson Events Center Sioux City, Iowa

Announcers:‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave‘Low Level Reporter at the New York Times Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Colleen Crowder

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The camera pans through the crowd at the Tyson Events Center.

Crowd: PCW!…PCW!…PCW!

Suave is in the ring and welcomes everyone to the Tyson Events Center in a very chilly Sioux City, Iowa for tonight’s edition of Extreme Political TV. He dives right back into what went down in Oshkosh, Wisconsin.

Johnny Suave: Stormy spent the night at the Aurora Medical Center in Oshkosh with a mild concussion, McAvay treated at the hospital for some bruising and left later on in the evening, and McGill treated at the scene and released.

Suave introduces co-host Colleen Crowder- ‘Low Level Reporter at the New York Times Trying to Make a Name for Herself.’

Colleen Crowder: You’re mansplaining to me again, aren’t you?

SUAVE AND CROWDER DEBATE Suave and Crowder talk about the Deep State/Antifa attack on Ray McAvay last weekend.

Crowder immediately owns up to the fact that the Deep State hit McAvay in the back with the baseball bat and they probably shouldn’t have done that. But then she complains about the ‘double-standard’ she feels is in play.

Johnny Suave: What double standard?

Colleen Crowder: No one ever complains when Ray McAvay uses a Big Bertha driver to knock out his opponent. No one ever calls Ray McAvay a bad guy for using a weapon. Why is the Deep State being singled out here for using a weapon to knock McAvay out?

Suave tells Crowder he’s not buying her whole ‘poor me’…’double-standard’ line of bull-*BLEEP*.

Johnny Suave: Ray McAvay doesn’t go out to the ring with the intent of deliberately hurting people. The Deep State did with the intent of punishing McAvay for having the temerity of not marching in lockstep with Professor McCarthy and his left wing fundamentalists bent on shouting down and shutting down any dissent of his views and opinions. Suave says the attack on McAvay was uncalled for.

Crowder replies that if it weren’t for McAvay and the Les Miserables, Donald Trump would not be the CEO of PCW. Suave retorts that’s not relevant.

The conversation turns to Dawn McGill. Crowder says a man can only take so much- alluding to McGill’s ‘attacks’ on Professor McCarthy. She points out McGill threw him out of the suite fifteen feet down through two tables and then last week through a closed door.

Colleen Crowder: How can anyone expect him to NOT respond at some point?

Speaking of the aforementioned Professor McCarthy…

PROFESSOR McCARTHY SPEAKSSuave throws it backstage to Blair Moise for Professor McCarthy’s comments.

Cut to Blair and Professor McCarthy. Blair tries to ask a question about the Oshkosh incident but McCarthy ignores her and starts to filibuster.

Professor McCarthy: Either you’re with us or you’re against us. Either you say what we want you to say or we’ll shout you down. Either you believe what we want you to believe or we will shut you down. Either you conform to the politically correct things listed in this book or we will destroy you.

Blair attempts to cut in but McCarthy keeps going.

Professor McCarthy: Ray McAvay and the Les Miserables do not speak for ‘ordinary’ people because ordinary people need us…the enlightened…the elite…to speak for them…to tell them what they need to do…what to say…what to think…and what to believe. Hell, after the beatdown we gave McAvay, I’m not surprised he chose not to show his face here tonight.

Again, Blair tries to jump in. Again, McCarthy snubs her to turns his ire towards PCW Heartland Owner Dawn McGill.

Professor McCarthy: Dawn McGill crossed the line when she threw me over the railing from a suite fifteen feet down through two tables. She crossed the line when she threw me through a closed door. Both she and the stripper who foolishly tried to come to Ray McAvay’s aid got what they deserved.

He points to the camera with one hand and raises the ‘good book’ with the other.

Professor McCarthy: People. We are now an entrenched part of the Establishment. Don’t forget what we did to Sarah Palin and the Tea Party ten years ago and know we’ll do the exact same thing to you if you don’t get on the politically correct page of the ‘good book.

And with that McCarthy shoves Blair out of his way and leaves.

Johnny Suave: Left wing fundamentalism.

Colleen Crowder: Get with the program Johnny.

Johnny Suave: Oh and in case you’re wondering…

HOT TUB SIGNINGSCut to the concourse of the arena, Ray McAvay IS there next to a portable hot tub with his valets, West Texas Adult Entertainment Legends Dark and Stormy inside. They are signing autographs and posing for pictures for PCW fans waiting in a sizeable line.

Colleen Crowder: Ugh.

With Oshkosh out of the way, Suave runs down the card for tonight. -SNAFU will take on Millennial Mark with Snowflake Suzie-Weapons of Mass Destruction puts their tag belts on the line against nerdy master’s students and duck call, decoy fabricators- The Dork Dynasty. -Plus, PCW Heartland Owner Dawn McGill also talks about Oshkosh incident. -Nancy Pelosi is scheduled to talk to the PCW faithful tonight about her side of the shutdown.

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**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

UPCOMING POLITICAL CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING ROAD SHOWSJanuary 26th – Wings Event Center / Kalamazoo, MI February 1st – Effingham Performance Center / Effingham, IL February 2nd – Peoria Civic Center / Peoria, IL February 3rd – David S. Palmer Arena / Danville, IL February 9th – D.C. Armory / Washington, D.C. February 15th – Vilaero Event Center / Kearney, NE February 16th – Pershing Center / Lincoln, NE February 17th – Eihusen Arena / Grand Island, NE

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Suave sends it right to the ring. Kimber Marshall handles the ring announcements.

Off in the distance, music can be heard. Thumping bass. Then headlights.

Headlights become a full-fledged car. But it’s not the car you’d think it’d be. It’s not a jacked up performance vehicle. It doesn’t have shocks that bounce up and down. It’s…it’s…

Johnny Suave: …an Oldsmobile Cutlass?

A 1995 Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera no less. Commonly known as one of the most boring cars in the world. And it’s driving down the aisle towards the ring.

*KA-BOOM*

And backfiring. The music with the thumping bass is actually the drumfill before what is known as the world famous ‘Barry Manilow key change’ that brings forth the final dramatic chorus of the classic Barry Manilow hit ‘I Write the Songs’…blaring excruciatingly loud through an incredibly sophisticated in car stereo system. The Olds Cutlass pulls up to the ring and stops.

The front door opens and a man gets out of the car. It’s Tom Smith. The World’s Most Uninteresting Man.

Tom Smith – ‘The World’s Most Uninteresting Man’HT: 5’10” WT: 170 / HOME: New York, NY FIN: Dull Roar

And then…

American Girls and American Guys…

The crowd rises to their feet because they know he’s back.

Colleen Crowder: Who’s back? And what is this jingoistic music I hear?

*“Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue”- Toby Keith*

“American Citizen” Kevin Scott– former 2 time PCW Champion and PCW Television Champion (as Starz N. Stripes). PCW’s Original ‘Rookie Sensation.’HT: 6′ 3″ WT: 250, HOME: Ottumwa, IA FIN: American Stars and Fujiawa Arm Bar

Johnny Suave: KEVIN SCOTT IS BACK!

Colleen Crowder: Kevin who?

Johnny Suave: Kevin Scott…former two time PCW Champion. Kevin’s been wrestling with the Red Brand but asked for his release right before the shutdown began. Dawn McGill immediately reached out to him and somehow was able to get his signature on a PCW Heartland contract.

Colleen Crowder: When do I get see some decent wrestlers like ‘New Age Sensitive Guy’ Blaine Thomas-Taylor or NPC?

Johnny Suave: Not on this show!

MATCH #1- Tom Smith vs. Kevin ScottSmith pulls an Andy Kaufman and stalls at the start. Every time Scott makes a move, Smith sticks his foot in the ropes. This lasts for about a minute. Scott finally gets his hands on Smith and immediately goes for the American Stars and Fujiawa Arm Bar…but Smith rolls out and skips out of the ring. Scott baseball slides out of the ring and kicks Smith in the gut. Scott throws Smith back in. Stomps then kicks drive Smith down in the corner. Right hand to the face by Scott. Whip by Scott reversed but Smith then runs right into a clothesline. Snapmare and an elbow to the shoulder by Scott. Scott whips Smith into the ropes and takes him down with a drop toehold. Now he gets the American Stars and Fujiawa Arm Bar and Smith taps out right away.

WINNER: ‘American Citizen’ Kevin Scott @ 3:01

Johnny Suave: Kevin Scott looked good in his re-debut and now he’s going to address the fans.

Colleen Crowder: Why?

Post-match, Scott gets on the microphone. The first thing he does is exclaim ‘this is more like it. Scott thanks the PCW fans for braving the elements to come out to the show (the temperature outside is in the single digits) and then thanks Dawn McGill for bringing him home.

Kevin Scott: The shutdown withstanding, I could have stayed and made more money working for the Red Brand show. Or gone to the Blue Brand. But it’s not about the money any more.

Scott says he’s been on both sides of the faction wars (Progressive Alliance and the American Patriots) and is now convinced that both have totally lost their way. He states The Progressive Alliance has been hijacked by Professor McCarthy and his left wing fundamentalists and the American Patriots by corporate elements- both of which don’t care about the fans.

Kevin Scott: It’s great to be back. And Stone Chism…just a friendly warning…you’re going to be seeing me real soon.

Suave is complimentary. Crowder complains that Scott can’t make his mind up what he thinks and takes the easy out by siding with the fans.

THE SEC SEGMENT CSPN reporters Reese Anderson and Rebecca Morris interview ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann. Also watching, ‘The Mouthpiece of the SEC’ Phil Finebaum, Universal PCW Tag Team Champions Charlie Blackwell and P.M.C. Banks, ‘Canadian Bad Boy’ Justin Beaver, and the ‘Wall Street Market Analyst with the Man Crush on ESPN’s Kirk Herbstreit’ Kirk Walstreit.

Anderson asks McMann about the Oshkosh incident. McMann says all Charlie Blackwell was try to do is get Universal PCW Champion Ray McAvay’s ‘attention.’ He didn’t have any clue that Professor McCarthy and his group were going to do what they did.

Mr. McMann: If Ray McAvay were a member of a PCW ‘Power 3 faction,’ there’s no chance in hell Professor McCarthy’s group would have been able to attack him like that.

McMann calls McAvay a ‘sitting duck’ without the protection that being a part of an elite group provides.

Morris asks McMann about what happened to Dawn McGill. McMann says it’s the same thing. McGill needs to fold the Heartland show in under the umbrella of the Red or Blue Brand show and she’ll be protected from attacks like the Oshkosh incident. McMann further notes that he feels Heartland isn’t drawing too well plus they only have 14 followers on Twitter at the moment.

Mr. McMann: In fact, I’m going to go to Dawn’s office right now and offer her that very opportunity.

McMann exits.

Suave wonders if McMann visiting Dawn right now is really a good idea.

Colleen Crowder: Why? What is she going to do? Throw him out of her office?

Cut to…

McMANN VISITS‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann walks into Dawn McGill’s office. The door closes.

Ten seconds later…

The door explodes as an airborne McMann shoots out through the debris of the shattering door and lands in a heap in the hallway.

BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING Suave looks up from his monitor.

Johnny Suave: Yes.

BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW It’s Blair Moise backstage with Progressive Alliance wrestler ‘New Age Sensitive Guy’ Blaine Thomas-Taylor and his valet Soccer Mom.

Soccer Mom: IT’S FOR THE CHILDREN!

Thomas-Taylor wears a man purse/fanny pack around his waist and drinks some kind of nutritious soy juice- of which the smell emitting from the environmentally friendly cup makes Blair noticeably uncomfortable.

Thomas-Taylor is in a good mood tonight though and Blair wonders why. He politely and delicately explains to Blair that President of the PCW Executive Committee Nancy Pelosi (CA-Progressive Alliance) is coming to the show tonight and he will be very happy to see her.

Blair asks why.

Blaine Thomas-Taylor: Because, there’s too much toxic masculinity here.

Blair Moise: This is a political wrestling show.

Thomas-Taylor repeats the line about ‘too much toxic masculinity’ and adds ‘we must think of the children.’ Soccer Mom chimes in again…

Soccer Mom: IT’S FOR THE CHILDREN!

Cut back to Suave and Crowder.

NANCY PELOSI IS ON THE WAYSuave notes that in fact Nancy Pelosi was on her way to the Tyson Events Center. However, because of the shutdown, Pelosi couldn’t use an official PCW private jet to fly to Sioux City. Because of the bad weather in the eastern part of the country, she couldn’t fly commercial and ended up on a bus from Washington, D.C. to Sioux Falls, Iowa. Suave wonders aloud just where Pelosi is at the moment.

LIVE LOOK-IN- BUS STATION IN GRINNELL, IOWAPeople board the bus and pass by a very unhappy and slightly grumpy Nancy Pelosi who’s commandeered two seats in the front of the buss.

Someone comes up to her.

Man: Is there someone in that chair?

Pelosi shoots the man a nasty glare that bores through his soul.

Man: Um…never mind.

The man decides to move along.

Cut back to Suave.

Johnny Suave: Well. Seeing as she’s over three and a half hours away, Nancy might be cutting it a little close getting here before the end of the show.

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**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

CURRENT CHAMPIONS:Universal PCW Champion: ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay (Independent/Les Miserables)Universal PCW Tag Team Champions: Sports Entertainment Corporation: P.M.C. Banks and Charlie BlackwellUniversal PCW Women’s Champion: ‘Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl’ Tessa Martin (Independent)

PCW HEARTLAND RANKINGS

Heartland Title Champion: The One Man Anti-Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism #1 Contender: Jack Fraiser #2 Contender: SNAFU #3 Contender: Average Joe #4 Contender: Justin Beaver (SEC)

Heartland Tag Team Title Champion: Weapons of Mass Destruction: A. Tom Bomb and Hy Drogen Bomb #1 Contender: The Dork Dynasty: Leonard and Sheldon Robertson #2 Contender: Island of Misfit Wrestlers: Rah and Halitosis #3 Contender: The Beer Bellied Softball Playing Ninja: Hank and Tiny #4 Contender: The Green World Order: ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee and GreenPete

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SHUTDOWN UPDATESuave reports zero progress made in the four week Red Brand and Blue Brand shutdown. Earlier this week, Nancy Pelosi wrote a letter to PCW CEO Donald Trump (NY-American Patriots) and asked him to postpone the upcoming annual ‘State of PCW’ address because of the shutdown and the fact neither the Red Brand nor Blue Brand are running shows at the moment.

Johnny Suave: Pelosi also brought up security concerns if Trump delivered the State of PCW address somewhere other than a Red or Blue Brand show during the shutdown.

The reaction of the Guild of Low Level Media People Trying to Make a Name for Themselves?

‘Low Level Reporter at the New York Times Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Colleen Crowder:YES! You go Nancy Pelosi!

‘Low Level Reporter at CNN Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Sharon Johns:Pelosi outsmarted Trump at his own game. Well done, Nancy!

‘Low Level Reporter at the Washington Post Trying to Make a Name for Himself’ Dan Miller:Way to go Nancy! Pelosi stood up to Trump. She persisted. Great job!

Suave continues and reports that Trump fired back on Thursday. While getting ready to fly out of Washington, D.C. on a PCW funded flight instead of negotiating to end the nearly one month shutdown of the Red and Blue Brand shows, Pelosi made it to the tarmac for her flight and waited for her plane to arrive

VIDEO: Nancy Pelosi at the Airport Last Tuesday – Washington, D.C.

Pelosi waits impatiently at the tarmac for her plane…that never comes…

Nancy Pelosi: Where’s my plane?

Suave explains the plane never came because why? Trump cancelled her trip.

Even better, several members of the Progressive Alliance, including Adam Schiff (CA-Prog. Alliance), were trying to get out of town on a bus headed to the airport when they were told their trips were cancelled. While furious phone calls flew back and forth between PCW headquarters and the bus, this took place…

VIDEO: A Bus That Endlessly Drives Around in Circles Last Tuesday

The bus with the Progressive Alliance members inside goes around in circles…and around…and around…and around…and around…

The reaction of the Guild of Low Level Media People Trying to Make a Name for Themselves?

‘Low Level Reporter at CNN Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Sharon Johns:Now Trump just looks petulant.

‘Low Level Reporter at the Washington Post Trying to Make a Name for Himself’ Dan Miller:Shameful! Trump’s gone too far this time!

‘Low Level Reporter at the New York Times Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Colleen Crowder:We need a new CEO of PCW! This is just not acceptable.

Suave’s take…

Johnny Suave: There you have it. Proof of why narrative driven ‘news’ is to real journalism what the WWE is to the sport of wrestling. When New York Times, Washington Post, CNN, Buzzfeed, MSNBC, and so on…and so on…are no longer credible sources of news and function as the propaganda arm of the Washington, D.C. beltway establishment.

The reaction of the Guild of Low Level Media People Trying to Make a Name for Themselves?

‘Low Level Reporter at the New York Times Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Colleen Crowder:YES! I mean…NO!

‘Low Level Reporter at CNN Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Sharon Johns:You take that back! WE ARE NEWS!

‘Low Level Reporter at the Washington Post Trying to Make a Name for Himself’ Dan Miller:Democracy dims when it dies in darkness and such or something like that.

Soccer Mom: THINK OF THE CHILDREN!

‘Low Level Reporter at CNN Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ Sharon Johns (slightly confused):Ummmm…RIGHT!…uh…(shrieks) YEAH, YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Johnny Suave: Right. About the same time you all take back all the false ‘beginning of the end for Donald Trump’ stories you keep throwing out there.

Crowder, Miller, and Johns all begin to cough…

Colleen Crowder (coughing): …that’s different…

Dan Miller (also coughing): …whataboutism…

Sharon Johns (also also coughing): …false equivalency…

Colleen Crowder (coughing): …let’s move on…

Dan Miller (coughing): …move on…

Sharon Johns (coughing): …yes…move on…

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SNAFU INTERVIEWBlair Moise talks with SNAFU and his Coach, E.J. Flack.

Blair asks SNAFU about his match tonight. SNAFU responds it’s just one in a number steps he needs to take to get back in the title mix.

SNAFU: The bar was raised when the ‘One Man Anti-Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism came to PCW Heartland and won the Heartland title. The bar just got raised again when Kevin Scott signed on with PCW Heartland. It means I’ll just have to work that much harder.

Before Blair asks another question, Flack jumps in. He says SNAFU has a crack on his shoulder, not a chip. It’s not to prove to other people he can do something. It’s to prove to himself that he can change PCW history.

Coach E.J. Flack: How do I fit in? My entire life has been about running into the fire, not away from the fire. I’m an educator, I’m a teacher. I have an elementary education degree. So how does that help a professional wrestler? I’m a teacher. I’m a teacher of life and I’m a teacher of wrestling. It’s my job to find the best way to teach old lifetime lessons. It’s my job to teach SNAFU how to…NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

Crowd: NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

Blair sends it back to Suave.

Suave sends it right to the ring and announcer Kimber Marshall.

Millennial Mark:HT: 6’-1” WT: 200 / HOME: Beachwood, OH FIN: Parent’s Basement SlamMGR: Snowflake Suzie

Led by Snowflake Suzie, Millennial Mark walks to the ring, head down, playing his hand held video game. Suave notes that Millennial Mark has won all forty-six achievements and trophies, and all the unlockables on the WWE 2K19 video game.

Johnny Suave: I think he’ll find SNAFU to be a little tougher opponent.

Colleen Crowder: I still want to know what the hell a Garthok is.

SNAFU HT: 5′ 11″ WT: 210 / HOME: Philadelphia, PA FIN: Philly FacebusterMGR: E.J. Flack

’Feel Invincible’- Skillet

Kimber Marshall: HE’S LEARNED EVERYTHING HE KNOWS ABOUT WRESTLING FROM WATCHING SABU IN ECW VIDEOS!

SNAFU, accompanied by Coach E.J. Flack, makes his way out on stage.

The fans chant ‘SNAFU!…SNAFU! as he and Flack make their way to the ring.

MATCH #2 – Millennial Mark vs. SNAFU Lock up in the center of the ring. SNAFU whips Millennial Mark to the ropes and it’s reversed. SNAFU ducks the clothesline. Spin around…hurricanrana and cover 1…2…NO!!! Enziguri from SNAFU. He hits the ropes hits Millennial Mark with a hard spinning elbow! Another pinfall…1..2..NO!!!

Johnny Suave: SNAFU quick out the chute and he’s taking it right to the millennial.

Snowflake Suzie complains to the referee when Flack tosses in a chair. She complains even more when SNAFU waffles him with said chair and then skateboards the chair into Millennial Mark’s face. Cover…1…2…last second kick out.

Millennial Mark gets a couple moves in. He goes top turnbuckle. SNAFU crotches him over the top rope and hits a top rope neckbreaker. Philadelphia facebuster follows. 1…2…3.

WINNER: SNAFU @ 3:55

SNAFU jumps up and high fives Flack.

E.J. Flack: NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

Crowd: NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

Johnny Suave: SNAFU gets the win here on Extreme Political TV. He’s definitely making it clear that even with the addition of Kevin Scott, he’s not planning on going away anytime soon.

DORK DYNASTY PROMO Waiting backstage, nerdy master’s students and duck call, decoy fabricators the Dork Dynasty- challengers in tonight’s PCW Heartland Tag Team title match.

Sheldon predicts that with the help of science the Dork Dynasty will become the next PCW Heartland Tag Team champions.

Sheldon Robertson: We are standing on the shoulders of great scientific wrestlers and I am better than all of them. They say it’s impossible for us to defeat Weapons of Mass Destruction. If I can hack into a government supercomputer to come up with an innovative new design for a duck call, we can overcome a slight weight disadvantage to win the tag team title.

Sheldon raises up the voluminous ‘Tag Team Partnership Agreement’- a 627 page hardcover bound book and reminds Leonard that he’s obligated to agree with him.

So, Leonard agrees with him.

Leonard Robertson: Look folks. You don’t want to get into it with him. He’s one lab accident away from becoming a super villain…or worse.

Leonard blows a duck call.

YOU GET A BURGER…AND YOU GET A BURGER…EVERYONE GET A BURGER…

*”Imperial March” – Star Wars*

The crowd pops when PCW CEO Donald Trump (NY-American Patriots) comes out on stage.

The supporters chant “TRUMP! TRUMP! TRUMP!” which merges with the melody of the Imperial March and becomes:

♫ TRUMP.

TRUMP.

TRUMP-TRUMP-TRUMMMMP

TRUMP-TRUMP-TRUMMMMP♫

♫ TRUMP.

TRUMP.

TRUMP-TRUMP-TRUMMMMP

TRUMP-TRUMP-TRUMMMMP♫

After the noise settles, Trump thanks everyone for coming to the show on a very, chilly evening.

Donald Trump: I know some of you came here to see Nancy Pelosi. I understand that she’s on a bus somewhere in transit. But to reward all of you for coming out on a really bad night and being a great audience…

Trump points up to the aisles. Several members of the College Football national champion Clemson Tigers walk down the aisle carrying trays overflowing with hamburgers from Wendy’s.

Colleen Crowder: Fast food burgers?

Johnny Suave: It’s free and a nice gesture to our fans.

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BACKSTAGE WITH THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSBlair Moise is with A. Tom Bomb, Hy Drogen Bomb, and their kid sister Daisy Cutter-Bomb aka…Weapons of Mass Destruction also aka…the PCW Heartland Tag Team champions.

Blair asks about facing the Dorks. A-Bomb points to a wooden statue of General George C. Patton that Daisy pulls in a wagon. A harsh voice comes out of a speaker in the statue…

Voice of Statue: There used to be this *BLEEP* slung around that the Bomb Brothers couldn’t take the next step. Well, they’re the PCW Heartland Tag Team champions. Americans love to fight and love the sting and clash of battle. We’re going to win this war tonight and win it by fighting and by showing each and every tag team in PCW that we’ve got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We’re not going to just pin the sons-of-bitches, we’re going to rip out their living *BLEEP-BLEEP* guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.

Blair Moise: Tanks?

Voice of Statue: Er…it’s just a metaphor. Now, we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy’s balls…

Blair Moise: Say what?

Voice of Statue: Metaphor. What I am trying to say is that we are going to twist their balls and kick the living *BLEEP* out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like *BLEEP* through a tin horn! The harder WE push, the more wins we will have. Now, let’s go!

A-Bomb and H-Bomb shrug and exit. Daisy pulls the wagon with the talkative statue and follows.

DAWN McGILL SPEAKSThe PCW Heartland owner stands in the middle of the ring none the worse the wear after getting Glitter Bombed last week in Oshkosh, Wisconsin save a red spot on the side of her face where Professor McCarthy hit her with the ‘good book.’

McGill, munching a Wendy’s hamburger, says it’s not over between her and Professor McCarthy and his Flock. He has a lot more to do in order to drive her out of PCW. Deep State and Antifa? She promises to get revenge and ‘hurt them real bad’ in the ‘real near future.’ In the end though, Dawn says this really isn’t about her, it’s about the fans.

Dawn McGill: They don’t respect you. They don’t care about you. They refer to you in the most vile of terms. All they want you to do is shut up, sit down, and do what they say. That’s what they tried to do to Ray McAvay last week. He’s still here. That’s what they tried to do to me…and I’m still here.

Dawn then addresses Mr. McMann’s earlier comment about PCW only have fourteen followers on Twitter.

Dawn McGill: I couldn’t care less if we have fourteen, fourteen hundred, fourteen thousand, fourteen mill-…whatever…followers. It doesn’t matter. We are in this for the long haul. As the song says, you can stand me up against the gates of hell but I won’t back down. We are going to build this from the bottom up one person at a time and it doesn’t matter what Mr. McMann, Professor McCarthy, or anyone else says.

McGill turns it over to Kimber Marshall for tonight’s main event.

Dork DynastySheldon RobertsonHT: 6’ 5” WT: 190 / HOME: Pasadena, CA FIN: Big Bang Theory MUSIC: “Theme from Big Bang Theory”- Barenaked LadiesValet: Amy Leonard RobertsonHT: 5’ 9” WT: 185 / HOME: Pasadena, CA FIN: Big Bang Theory MUSIC: “Theme from Big Bang Theory”- Barenaked LadiesValet: Penny

*’Big Bang Theory Theme’- Barenaked Ladies*

Penny and Amy come out first. Next, Leonard and Sheldon Robertson appear.

Kimber Marshall: Nerdy master’s students and duck call, decoy fabricators…LEONARD ROBERTSON. SHELDON ROBERTSON. THEY ARE THE DORK DYNASTY!

Penny and Amy lead the way as Leonard and Sheldon walk towards the ring. Penny is dressed in heels and a black overcoat. Amy has a frumpy flowery dress on.

Air raid sirens start going off.

Colleen Crowder: What the hell is that?

Kimber Marshall explains it for Colleen as she introduces the PCW Heartland Tag Team champions and Advocates of the American Military Complex.

Weapons of Mass Destruction A. Tom BombHT: 6’3” WT: 330 / HOME: Alamogordo, NM FIN: Atomic Power BombHy Drogen BombHT: 6’3” WT: 325 / HOME: Alamogordo, NM FIN: Hydrogen Power BombMGR: Daisy Cutter-Bomb

’Hit Me Like a Bomb’- Third Day

Daisy comes out first pulling a wagon carrying a life size wooden statue of General George S. Patton carved out a hickory tree. Then A-Bomb and H-Bomb follow.

A-Bomb, H-Bomb, and Daisy arrive at ringside. A-Bomb and H-Bomb roll in and circle the ring shouting at the top of their lungs.

Johnny Suave: It’s going to be a classic clash of styles. The Dork Dynasty are known for their scientific wrestling principles. Weapons of Mass Destruction utilizes strength and power. This will be a good one.

1st MINUTE The Bomb Brothers hit the ring and attack. H-Bomb and Leonard roll out of the ring and brawl on the floor. A-Bomb isn’t messing around either. He jerk Sheldon by the hair down to the mat to start off, Sheldon retaliates by hooking his leg and dropping him to the mat. Sheldon pokes him in the eye and leaves the ring. He shouts over to Leonard that they are ‘scientific wrestlers’ and knock off the hardcore hippy-dippy. The problem there is H-Bomb is ramming Leonard into the steel barricade. H-Bomb then literally throws Leonard over the barricade into the fans.

Johnny Suave: This is just chaos! A wild, wild start to this title match. The Dorks are trying to survive the onslaught.

Colleen Crowder: A-Bomb and H-Bomb are cheating. They’re not letting the Dorks do anything. The referees at the Blue Brand show wouldn’t let this happen.

2nd MINUTE The referee tries to restore order. H-Bomb drags Leonard all over the arena. Sheldon keeps eluding A-Bomb by running around the ring until A-Bomb finally gets a grip on him. Wristlock. Whip to the ring apron. A-Bomb rolls him back in. Sheldon runs into a hiptoss but he lands on his feet. Sheldon with an armbar. A-Bomb powers his way to the corner and grabs the ropes.

3rd MINUTEH-Bomb and Leonard finally make their way back towards the ring. A-Bomb mows Sheldon down with a shoulder block. Sheldon misses a clothesline and A-Bomb hits a big boot. Cover…

One…

Two…

Sheldon gets the shoulder up. Now H-Bomb and Leonard back in the ring and another pier six brawl breaks out. Sheldon’s appalled again at the extreme violence and castigates Leonard for participating in the brawl as H-Bomb lands right after right on him. Fuming, Sheldon leaves the ring leaving his partner to a two versus one situation. Leonard goes for a flying headscissors, but A-Bomb gets a hold of his head and snaps it over the top rope. H-Bomb uses a handful of tights to heave Leonard out to the floor.

Colleen Crowder: Again, this toxic masculinity wouldn’t be allowed at a Blue Brand show. This is over the top.

Johnny Suave: It’s not helping that Sheldon is being petulant about the style of match…WAIT! Leonard’s not done yet.

4th MINUTE Leonard slingshots himself back in with a sunset flip and makes the cover- except he’s not the legal man in the ring. A-Bomb tags out while in the pinning predicament and H-Bomb comes in and attacks. He covers Leonard but again- he’s not the legal man in the ring. Abdominal stretch by H-Bomb, with a leverage assist from A-Bomb, and they stretch the hell out of Leonard.

Leonard Robertson: SHELDON!

5th MINUTE H-Bomb hits a spinebuster and he covers but AGAIN, Leonard’s not the legal man in the ring. H-Bomb engages in a debate with the referee. That allows Leonard to roll out of harm’s way and make the hot tag to Sheldon- except the tag means Leonard is the legal man in the ring- which he realizes after making the hot tag.

Leonard Robertson: Aw man. I can’t catch a break.

6th MINUTEH-Bomb leaps over Leonard and knocks Sheldon off the apron. He tags A-Bomb in and both Bombs hit a double 3-Point Stance on Leonard. A-Bomb wins a one-sided chop war with Leonard and tags out to H-Bomb. A-Bomb with a Russian Legsweep and H-Bomb hits a senton off the second rope. Cover and the referee actually makes the count this time…

One…

Two…

Sheldon makes the save. He yanks Leonard out of the ring and the Dorks take a time out.

Crowd: PCW!…PCW!…PCW!…

Colleen Crowder: Cue jingoistic PCW chants.

Johnny Suave: The Bombs have not allowed their opponents any room to work their scientific wrestling skills.

Sheldon huddles with Leonard, Penny, and Amy until the referee starts to count them out. Leonard climbs back in the ring and immediately tags Sheldon.

Sheldon then takes the microphone.

Sheldon Robertson: I just want to point out once again that we are a scientific wrestling team. We stand on the shoulders of great scientific wrestlers like Lou Thesz, Verne Gagne, Nick Bockwinkle…and I am head and shoulders better than any of them.

11th MINUTESheldon tries channel his inner Lou Thesz anyways and use scientific wrestling to counter the Bomb’s tactics. Sheldon goes for a front facelock. A-Bomb powers out and sends him to the ropes. A-Bomb back body drops him. He then pulls Sheldon up by the beard and sets up him for the Atomic Power Bomb. Leonard rushes at A-Bomb- he gets back body dropped. Leonard runs and jumps on his back. A-Bomb walks backward and slams him into the corner turnbuckle.

Johnny Suave: The Dorks are giving everything they’ve got. But they can’t catch a break.

12th MINUTEA-Bomb taunts Leonard in the corner. Penny comes in and gets in A-Bomb’s face. He pushes her. Spiked heel stomp by Penny followed by spiked heel to the balls.

Johnny Suave: Owwwww.

A-Bomb takes two steps back and face plants to the mat. Daisy, pissed off, hits the ring and spears Penny right out of her heels. A-Bomb pulls himself up and moves towards Penny but Sheldon catches him by surprise with a swinging neckbreaker. Daisy lifts Penny in the air and destroys her with a Daisy Cutter Power Bomb.

Johnny Suave: HOLY CRAP!

Daisy slings her through the ropes to the outside. She then takes a couple steps towards Amy in the Dork’s corner. Amy wisely retreats off the ring apron. Hurricanrana to A-Bomb by Sheldon. Sheldon then slaps on the Koji Clutch.

Johnny Suave: Suddenly, it’s A-Bomb who needs to make the hot tag to his brother.

13th MINUTE H-Bomb stomps on the floor and tries to urge A-Bomb on. A-Bomb uses his strength to turn Sheldon onto his back.

One…

Two…

Sheldon breaks the hold and rolls out. A-Bomb makes the hot tag to H-Bomb. Sheldon also tries to tag Leonard back in but A-Bomb grabs him by the arm and the tag misses by inches. H-Bomb pulls Sheldon to the middle of the ring and sets him up for the Hydrogen Power Bomb. Amy jumps on the ring apron to get H-Bomb’s attention.

Johnny Suave: What is she doing?

14th MINUTEAmy whips off her shirt.

Johnny Suave: WARDROBE MALFUNCTION! WARDROBE MALFUNCTION!

H-Bomb stares at Amy and shrugs.

Amy: Really?

Sheldon slides in from behind, schoolboy roll up. Referee down to the mat.

Johnny Suave: WE MAY HAVE NEW CHAMPIONS!

One…

Two…

Colleen Crowder: COME ON!

H-Bomb rolls through…

Johnny Suave: NO!

…and hooks the legs

One…

Two…

THREE.

*DING-DING-DING*

WINNER AND STILL PCW HEARTLAND TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Weapons of Mass Destruction @ 13:20 (10:00 for television)

Johnny Suave: WMD retain the title! Barely.

Colleen Crowder: Ugh…the toxic masculinity. Brawn over brains.

Johnny Suave: It was a great match and Dork Dynasty nearly pulled off the win.

The end credits start. Suave wraps up the show from there.

THREE HOURS LATER…Nancy Pelosi finally arrives. She bursts into the main floor…

Nancy Pelosi: Finally! I’m here!

…and the arena is completely empty.

Nancy Pelosi: DAMMIT!

[‘Trumpet Concerto No. 2 in D major – 3 Allegro assai’ begins to play in the background and P-SPAN quickly cuts away to another political event.]

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Stepping into the writing realm

Ok, so this is my first fic ever. I owe my soul @emani-writes for being the beta for this :)

Written for @splendidcas birthday fic challenge with the prompt “I Dare You” Happy Birthday Shannon

“I Dare You”

Castiel x Reader

Fluff

Your apartment isn't a tiny thing but it’s also not huge. It’s comfortable for you and maybe one other person. Which is why you are shut in your own bathroom, tonight, on your birthday, because there are whay? Twenty? Twenty three people or more? All squeezed into your apartment. They’re all people you grew up with, or friends from college, or co-workers.

This was not the plan.

Dean, your best friend, was just suppose to bring Sam and Cas over with some beer and pizza. It was going to be a nice quiet night with your boys. You’ve known Sam and Dean since you were 5. Sam and Dean have always been very protective older brother types and Sam gave the absolute best hugs. There were days where a hug from Sammy made everything better.

Then there was the new boy, Castiel Novak. His family had always lived in your town, but it wasn’t until the start of middle school, when Castiel’s father lost his job, that their family moved to public school. The youngest boy, Castiel, stole your heart and you never looked back. He came into your life as Sam’s languages tutor as a way to make some extra cash. They became friends and were nerdy together and hung out regularly. He also got along famously with Dean. So he became part of the circle and it had been that way through middle school, high school,and now college. You always had each other's backs, you teased each other, sure you argued but you made up, your families knew each other. You were each other's cheerleaders at any events and there with comfort foods and movies when one of you needed it.

And maybe tonight, on your birthday, you may have had plans to talk to Cas. You may have already told Dean you were going to tell Cas how you felt, plans which Dean enthusiastically supported. You MAY have even bought something sexy in case things ended up going how you hoped they would.

Except now you are convinced that Dean is an asshole. When your doorbell rings at 6PM, you are greeted with an endless stream of guests, each person carrying food, gifts, balloons, or drinks.

NO. This was not the plan.

There’s a knock at the bathroom door. “Y/N, you okay?” it was Dean. “I’m coming in” he announces and without even waiting the door opens. Why didn’t you bolt it? Not that it would have mattered. Dean knows that if you jiggled the knob enough the door opens. The lock is complete shit. He shuts the door and leans his hip against the sink, looking down at you sitting on the toilet lid with your face in your hands.

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry.” His voice doesn’t hold any sarcasm, but there’s amusement there.

You glare at him and he holds his hands up in surrender. “Look, Y/N We had this surprise party planned before you ever told me about talking to Cas,okay? What was I supposed to do? You only told me your intentions two days ago!”

You can feel him watching you for a response. He gets nothing. Frustrated, he sighs, “Okay, look. Everyone is out there setting up YOUR party.” he growls. “Friends, co-workers” His voice trails off to an almost whimper “Friends of friends”

You throw your arm out hitting his stomach with the back of your hand. He chuckles and shrugs. Things go silent again and you find your face back in your hands.

You think you hear Dean growl “Seriously Y/N? Put on a happy face and get your ass out there! I’ll make sure Cas stays later tonight to help clean up and you guys can talk.” You don’t realize that Dean has leaned down, close to your ear until your feel his breath. He huffs out a small laugh and says, “Besides he says he has a kick ass gift for you but doesn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone.”

Your head shoots up so fast you feel momentarily dizzy. The smile Dean gives you is blinding.

Chuckling, Dean waggles his finger like a mother hen. “Alright! Five minutes. But you better be out there, or I’m sending Sammy in with the puppy dog eyes.” Then Dean is gone, shutting the door behind him.

You take deep breaths, and focus on all the things you love about Cas. How you can sit and talk about anything at all day or night. How calm he is when shit goes flying and always seems to steadily resolve any issue like damage control is second nature to him. How his clothes and hair are always rumpled or downright unruly. How intense he is about causes that mean something to him. How scary hot he is when defending a friend. How he smells like rain and cinnamon and his eyes! The man has the bluest blue to ever blue eyes that you’ve ever seen.

You’re just beginning to calm when the bathroom door opens again and Charlie, your best girlfriend, lets herself in. Does anyone care that you could be naked in here, or actually USING the facilities?

She greets you with the biggest, brightest smile. “Hey! Happy birthday, bitch!” she says cheerfully.

“Don’t you even knock,” you grouse.

Charlie waves you off. “Sam was gonna come in but I vetoed that!” Her eyes widen with excitement. Charlie beams and hurries to sit down near you on the tub edge, babbling so quickly you can only pick out certain words.

“So I heard Dean talking to Cas something about giving you a present and IF he really wanted to make the day great he should just tell you how he REALLY FEELS!” She ends her rambling with a large, deep breath in and out.

All you seem able to do is stutter. “Cas? Really feels? What? Does he? What?”

Charlie’s smile grows impossibly large and she nods her head so fast her red curls bounce frantically. “Oh c’mon, it’s obvious you two are hot for each other. Hell, it probably goes deeper than just sexual attraction but-“

You cut her off. “You think he feels the same?”

She just rolls her eyes. You had hoped Cas would feel the same. But even with Dean, Sam, Charlie, and even Meg telling you that he’s crushing on you, you hadn’t truly believed it.

Without any warning, Charlie grabs you by the arm and pulls you up and out the door before you can protest. Once in the hallway you contemplate chickening out and heading straight for your bedroom, but Charlie keeps a hand on you. You tentatively walk to the end of the hall and peek out into the main space.

Your miniscule kitchen is to your left and you notice Benny, Andrea, and Gabe, one of Cas’ many older brothers, setting up food.Charlie ignored them in favor of joining her girlfriend, Dorothy,at your small dining table just beyond the kitchen and behind the second hand living room suite Cas’ parents had given you.. Jo and Victor smiled at Charlie as she plopped onto Dorothy's lap like it was nothing!

In the far corner of the living room beside the entertainment center, Sam signs to Eileen, though it seems difficult with Jess hanging off his arm. Eileen just laughs and signs back. The sectional is taken up by your co-workers, Caesar, Jesse, Bella, Ruby, Lisa, and Cassie, all in various stages of conversation. Balthazar, and Cas’ sisters Hannah, and Hael have managed to out the beer pong supplies and are setting up in the cramped area in front of the entertainment center. Michael, Luc, the two eldest Novak’s, are also hanging around with three old classmates, Kevin, Billie, and Fergus who has his arm around Billie’s waist (that’s new). They seem to be watching the beverage table with interest where Dean is stood with Meg and Cas, whose back is toward you.

Cas doesn’t notice you, but Meg sure does. She’s been Cas’s casual on again, off again friend-with-benefits for years, though they’re currently off. Meg shoots you a smirk and then looks back to Cas, crossing her arms and giving an annoyed huff. Her trademark smirk is positively evil as she rolls her eyes.

“Jesus, Clarence. Man up already. How many times have I had to listen to you piss and moan about your feelings for her?” Meg’s voice is just loud enough that you heard, and you swallow.. You can just make out Cas’ low, annoyed tone.

“I will. It’s just not the right time with all these people here.”

You can’t hear, but Dean’s response looks angry, his hands waving as he talked. That’s when you heard it.

“I DARE YOU!” Dean shouted, obviously frustrated. You see Cas and Dean arguing, Dean’s voice steadily rising.

“You are such a chicken shit! If there’s no better time than now, then when?”

Cas gestures quickly to quiet Dean and they bicker angrily in subdued tones.

Glancing toward the kitchen, you notice Gabe pausing at his task of plating the cake. He’s watching the conversation with equal parts interest and annoyance, though he does waggle his brows at you when he sees you watching.

“There’s the birthday girl!” he calls loudly, Dean turns toward you with a smile and Cas’s posture visibly tenses but he doesn’t turn your way, instead he downs his drink in one swallow. Gabe throws his arms out and loudly proclaims “Let's get this show on the road!”

Glancing around, you notice Benny and Andrea have moved to the area around the entertainment center where Bess laughs at Garth’s failed attempts to hook up his iPod to your stereo. Kevin moves to help him.

You plaster on your best smile and walk up to greet Gabe. He smiles, gives you a hug, and whispers in your ear.

“Happy Birthday Y/N. Cas chose the menu but I baked it all and I expect credit where credit is due. I take cash, credit card, or kisses.”

You playfully smack him on the shoulder. Gabriel was a hopeless flirt, almost as bad as his cousin, Balthazar. Moving out of the kitchen, Gabe claps to get everyones attention, and raises his arms like he’s conducting an orchestra.

“Everyone ready? Haaaaapy Biiirthday to you! Haaaaapy BIIIIIIIIRTHDAY TO YOU-“

“STOW IT, GABE!” Dean interrupts before taking a long drink of what is no doubt whiskey. His voice is rough as he turns to the gathered crowd, swagger in full effect.

Dean glances your way and winks before facing the crowd fully. “It’s dare time!,” he yells, turning to point at Cas. “And I dare Cas to feed Y/N her birthday cake.”

Cas’s eyes go wide and his skin pales. Luc smirks, bemused,while several others gasp or even chuckle.

You’re frozen to the spot behind the island, not able to fully meet the eyes staring back at you. Instead you eye the plates of cake laid out in front of you. It’s vanilla with a thick layer of whipped icing and fresh strawberries. It’s perfect. Of course Cas knew the perfect cake. Looking up, you lock eyes with Cas, watching wearily as Sam approaches him. Sam shoots you a smile and then leans down and whispers something in Cas’s ear, clapping him hard on the back. Something changes in Cas’s expression. His once terrified expression morphs into determination.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Charlie stand up with her phone at the ready. Of course she’ll video this.

Cas strides determinedly to your side, staring down at the amassed plates. Not looking at you, he whispers, “Happy birthday, Y/N Pick your poison.” You pick up a plate shaking so much that Cas puts his hand over yours. He relieves you ofthe plate and a fork before turning toward you.

“Uh… You won’t see a present from me. What I had planned can’t be wrapped.” Cas is obviously trying to whisper but the apartment is suddenly so quiet it’s likely everyone can hear him. “I just wanted you know. For later.”

You nod despite having trouble hearing over your pounding heart ringing in your ears.

Cas clears his throat then and stabs a bite of cake.

“Okay,” he breathes, finally meeting your eyes and grinning. “Open up.”

You oblige and the first bite of cake and strawberry hits your tongue and it’s bliss. You’re hardly aware of the small moan that escapes your throat but you certainly notice how Cas’s breath catches and his pupils dilate. You feel giddy and much more bold with that knowledge.

Giggling, you scan the crowd and find Gabe. “Oh my god, Gabe. This cake is orgasmic!”

He gives you a thumbs up. “I told you! I take payment in kisses, you can tip in tongue!”

Everyone chuckles including you, but when you look at Cas, he’s sending Gabe a smiteful look. You bounce on your heels in front of him, determined to be a distraction. No smitings on your birthday.

“Next bite please?” You ask innocently. Cas stares down at you, and offers up another forkful.

Around you, conversations resume and with them some of the tension dispurses. So, of course, someone has to speak up. It’s Sam this time, the little shit.

“Ya know Y/N, if that was wedding cake, you would be covered in it right now.” Sam chuckles at his own joke but Cas freezes, loaded fork halfway to your parted lips and he pulls back. Cocking an eyebrow, Cas’ determined stare turns predatory, and the bastard smirks. Anxious, you take a step back and he squints at you slightly, looking almost like Luc. You scan the crowd and Sam gives you an apologetic look. Some are looking on with mischievous glee, others are whispering with slight smiles, Charlie and now Kevin are both recording it all. Dean has a proud smile on his face and gives you a wink.

Assholes. They're all assholes.

Setting down the cake, Cas appears to have thought of something new. He looks over the crowd.

“Why don’t you all help yourselves to some of Gabe’s-” he smirks and clears his throat “orgasmic cake?” Complete with air quotes, is he mocking you?

And they do, helping themselves to cake and moving away to mingle over the truly delicious dessert.. After passing out the last piece, you turn back to Cas. He’s looking at you speculatively before dipping two fingers into the thick whipped cream rose in the corner of the leftover cake. Then he takes a slow step toward you.

“You know, Y/N,” Cas says conversationally, all the while stepping threateningly toward you. “My original dare tonight was to tell you something.”

For every tiny step Cas takes you take one back, well aware that there’s not much room before you backed into the counter and cabinets.

You chuckle weakly. “And we know you can’t refuse a dare.” You eye him, curiosity warring with your apprehension. “What, uh… What were you going to tell me?” The whisper leaves you before you can stop it.

Cas looks a the icing rose on his fingers, then at you and gives a devilish smirk. “Oh, just that I should tell you how…” He squints at you as he takes another step. “How much I don’t want to be JUST friends anymore.”

Your heart races This is happening!

He’s less than an arm’s length away when your back hits the counter. Dizziness overwhelms you. How can this be happening? Shouldn’t it be like in movies? A build up? A misunderstanding? A climactic montage where the guy goes after the girl or vice versa?

“Y/N?”

He stops and places his free hand on your waist drifitng right into your personal spaces. His voice is a whispered growl. “We’re so much more than friends.”

Cas lifts his fingers to eye level and you think you’re going to get a face full of whipped icing and strawberry juice, but instead he places the icing in his mouth on that sinful tongue of his. You’ve had some sinfully bad fantasies about that tongue, or were they good? Doesn’t matter now as your brain proceeds to short circuit as his mouth covers yours. He tastes like vanilla and strawberry and whiskey and it’s wonderful.. Wonderfully him. Cas wastes no time, sweeping his tongue into your mouth and you melt instantly but he has you pressed so firmly against the counter that you’re not going anywhere.

Your brain vaguely registers a few whoops from the crowd, a “finally”, or “about damn time!” But it’s all soon drowned out as the music starts and you hear Dean exclaim, “Fuck! About time! Okay! Nothing to see here. Everyone give them some privacy!”

Conversations change quickly and everyone pointedly ignores the make out session going on in the kitchen. Your brain returns to the kiss and oh… the erection pressing against you.

Later, you promise yourself.

Cas’s hands are on your hips and he lifts you easily onto the counter before breaking the kiss. You both pant hard.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks out. “I really should’ve asked permission before I did that.” He stares at you now, all smugness gone, and in it’s place is what you’ve affectionately dubbed his “kicked puppy” face.

You simply laugh and hug your arms tightly around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “I swear to god, Cas, if you EVER apologize for kissing me again, I’ll key the Impala and tell Dean it was you.”

His deep chuckle against your ear does all kinds of good things for you downstairs. “I was actually going to talk to you about these feelings later and uhm….” You slowly look at him. “I wanted… I wanted to show you just how ‘unfriend like’ I wanted to be.”

Your face burns red. Another growl in your ear and his fingers tighten on your hips. He presses his forehead against yours for a long moment before slowly pulling away. Suddenly, you hear the party still going on in the background. You sigh.

“We have a party to get back to,” you say, casting a glance over his shoulder and smirking. “I think Meg is propositioning Luc now that she’s lost you.”

Cas frowns but concedes. He graces you with a soft smile. “After everyone is gone, we can continue this.”

He slides you off the counter, and walks backward a few steps to the cake. Picking up a strawberry, he carefully offers it to you. Stepping close, you let him slip it in your mouth. Your eyes never leave his as you wrap your lips around his finger, intentionally sucking slow. His flutter closed and he groans and shudders slightly. Your grin could give Meg’s trademark smirk some competition as he tries to compose himself and not so quietly states, “I still have a gift to give you, remember?”

You stand up on your toes, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear and whisper, “I dare you,” before swiftly skirting around him and rejoining your party.

#shannons birthday challenge #spledidcas #castiel x reader #fluff #spn au

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ImPerfectly Happy by Sharina Harris <— “…When four college friends formed the Brown Sugarettes Mastermind Group, they had very different goals—but matched each other in ambition. Yet ten years later they can’t help wondering what happened to the hopeful, confident, driven women they used to be—and how to get them back . . .”

Asking for Trouble (Credence, Colorado Book 3) by Amy Andrews

The Letter by Anthony Sciarratta <— FORBIDDEN LOVE SOULMATES ALERT!! “...Victor Esposito mysteriously dedicates every novel he’s ever written to one woman. His trademark protagonist fits the description of Eva Abrams, the bright-eyed and blonde Long Island housewife. Tragedy suddenly strikes Victor’s life when a courageous act leaves him in a coma. Hearing the news from a television broadcast, Eva finds herself suddenly overcome with the memories of a love affair she’d left behind a decade ago…“

Undeniably Perfect (Perfectly Imperfect Love Series Book 1) by S.E. Rose

Promise Me Always (Against All Odds Book 4) by Savannah Kade

How To Date Your Brother’s Best Friend: A snarky, steamy contemporary romance by Karigan Hale

Hook Up (Taking Chances Book 2) by TC Matson <— HER BOYFRIEND IS IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE... “…While I’m helping my best friend plan her wedding, I get hit with a bomb. One that ruins all my hopes and dreams of marriage and starting a family. My long-term boyfriend isn’t only a lying, cheating, piece of worthlessness, He’s also in love with the woman he’s been seeing behind my back. Now I’m forced to act like my best friend’s wedding isn’t going to hurt my soul while I try to mend my heart. What’s the best way to get over a broken heart? A no strings attached hook-up…”

Spooning Leads to Forking (Hot in the Kitchen Book 2) by Kilby Blades

Gone With the Rogue (First Comes Love Book 2) by Amelia Grey <— HISTORICAL!!!

Searching for Signs by Mandy Lee <— “…Fans of the award-winning and beloved television series “The Office” will enjoy a story reminiscent of Jim and Pam’s long-awaited and championed romance, while readers less familiar with the show will enjoy a bilateral story of two sensible people navigating the hardships of love and loss while stuck in their small Southern town and surrounded by quirky personalities...”

Deep in the Alaskan Woods (An Alaska Wild Novel Book 1) by Karen Harper <— SHE MOVES TO ALASKA FOR A NEW START… “…Alexandra Collister came to her estranged cousins’ B&B in Falls Lake, Alaska, looking for a fresh start. The surrounding forest can be harsh and unforgiving—luckily, rugged wilderness tracker Quinn Mantell offers to be her guide. Still recovering from a toxic previous relationship, Alex is wary of getting too close, but when savagely deep claw marks appear outside her bedroom window, keeping her distance from Quinn is no longer an option. Then a body turns up exhibiting the same ruthless slash marks, and Alex knows it isn’t a coincidence…”

The Ingredients of You and Me: A Novel (Hopeless Romantics Book 3) by Nina Bocci

Under an Alaskan Sky (A Wild River Novel Book 2) by Jennifer Snow

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