#and sam just keeps looking like more of a dork

[malum-forev]

Second Trimester

Authors Note: Thank you guys soo much for the love you gave this story! Here's part 2!

Part 1: First Trimester

She knew something was up when Bucky insisted on picking her up and driving her to the compound. He rubbed two gloved hands together nervously as she locked up her apartment door. 

“You look even more anxious than when we made bean.” She chuckled. 

Bucky let out a staggered breath running a hand through his newly short hair. “I’m sorry, m’not trying to make you nervous it’s just- well, I don’t have any family left, biological family that is. And those dorks are kind of my chosen family. Think of this like meeting your in laws- except they’re not your in laws because we’re not dating, they’re Avengers and they kind of think you got pregnant on purpose.”

(Y/n) gulped, suddenly feeling like a knot of spikes parked in the middle of her esophagus. “So much for not trying to make me nervous.”

“Sorry… again.” Bucky shut his eyes for a second. “I’m not great at the talking part- I don’t usually talk this much. I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Once he opened his eyes back up, Bucky was greeted with a smile that melted the tension. He didn’t know how she did it, one soft look from her and all his problems were suddenly gone. 

“I like your word vomit.” (Y/n) smiled and without thinking twice, she laced the fingers on her right hand with the ones on his left hand. “You don’t have to be nervous alone, you know. We’re in this together for the next eight months and at least my lifetime. I don’t know how long you’re planning on living, how about we round it up to the next seventy years.”

Bucky’s throat went dry and he tried to keep up with her pace walking. He looked down at their linked hands with widened eyes. It had been years since someone had touched his left hand, let alone do it on purpose and without flinching. 

Bucky learned the hard way that some women only wanted to be with him so he could use the vibranium on them, see what it was capable of doing. It all felt so wrong to him, using the arm that was given to him to kill for something other than that. He’d been ashamed of it for so long that he lived life around it. Covering it with a jacket and gloves even in the scorching New York summer. Using his right hand to open doors and help old ladies cross the street, wanting to bring the least amount of attention to his left limb. But in this moment, he didn’t feel discomfort or humiliation; quite the opposite, he felt a calming blooming sensation coming from their joined hands. Like the sun had risen after a long winter and it was casting its warming yellow glow on him. 

He straightened his spine and squeezed her hand, being careful to not put too much pressure but making it clear he welcomed the gesture.

An hour later, it was her who needed Bucky’s hand to hold. She was sitting at the end of a long conference table with people she never thought she’d meet staring her down. 

Captain America, who’d insisted she call him Steve, sat closest to her with his elbows resting on the table. (Y/n) could see the battle going on in his head by the different wrinkles that showed up on his expressive face. Going from excitement to worry in seconds. Next to him was Natasha, the redhead was surprisingly the most inviting of them all, giving (Y/n) a genuine smile. All the way in the back of the room stood the Falcon, Sam hadn’t said a single word and kept his eyes laser focused on her. Like he was waiting for something to give up the fact that (Y/n) was using Bucky. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned on the wall and narrowed his eyes. 

Finally, Bucky came back into the room with a glass of water which he placed in front of her. 

“Guys, I really wanted you to meet-“

Bucky’s quiet voice was replaced by Sam’s booming tone. “Have you even thought about how this is going to work out?!”

Groans came from both Steve and Nat.

“You promised to behave.” Steve shot daggers at Sam but he just rolled his eyes. 

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Natasha said. “Before her, we thought it was impossible for people with the super serum to have kids. Think of how this will change the world. They can’t just pass it up.”

“The world,” Sam laughed dryly. “Think about how this is going to change Buck! We can do this, this job, because we have no family except each other. He’ll start pulling his punches and then what? He’ll leave a mission because the kid got sick?”

“That’s enough Sam.” Steve said. “What about Clint? He’s got a family and he got the job done.”

“Have you two even talked about what this relationship is?” Sam waved his hand between Bucky and (Y/n). “Are you two exclusive?”

“Yes.” Said Bucky but at the same time, (Y/n) said: “No.”

Bucky’s neck snapped towards her. “You’re dating? With my kid in there?”

(Y/n)’s brows shot up. “You made it very clear we aren’t dating so yes, I’ve been on a couple of dates.”

“I don’t know how I feel about you dragging my kid on dates with random men.” Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and she mimicked his action.

“This baby is as much my kid as it is yours. And until I pop it out, bean’s going to be following me everywhere I go. That means, if I want to go to the movies or dinner and someone asks me out, I’ll do whatever the hell I want.”

Sam’s arms shot up. “See, this is what I’m talking about. They have no idea what they’re doing!”

Natasha rubbed her temples. “How about this, the next time (Y/n) wants to go out on a date, Bucky takes her out. You’re going to start showing any second now and it’s gonna start getting harder and harder to get commitment-phobe guys to go on a date with the lady growing another human.”

(Y/n) nodded her head. “Sounds great to me.”

“Deal. I’ll take you out once a week.” Bucky uncrossed his arms.

“Twice.” (Y/n) shrugged. “I’m cute, a lot of guys wanting to take me out.”

Bucky’s nostrils flared at the thought of other men waiting behind her front door. “Twice, but I get to choose the place at least once.”

“You get to choose the place but I get flowers, once a week.” (Y/n) rested both elbows on the table and stared at Bucky. 

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Fine, you’ll get the flowers but I’ll get three vetoes for any of the places you choose.”

(Y/n) brought her right hand closer to him, wanting to shake on the deal before he could back out. “Deal.”

“Deal.” Bucky said with a devious smile. “You need to work on your negotiation skills, dollface. I was already planning on getting you flowers for every date.” 

“I would have done the deal for one date a week.” (Y/n) smiled.

---

Bucky knocked three times on her door, exhausted from the night before. He’d been to Romania on a mission and gotten in at around 3 am, gotten up at 8 am and trained the day through. He leaned his head on the door and waited for (Y/n) to open the door. 

It had been three weeks since they’d reached the date agreement and he’d only had to cancel once. Bucky was quite proud of that, for someone who’s life had been upside down he was keeping his promise and developing some sort of routine. 

Today was his choice of date and in true Bucky fashion, he wanted to stay in. He’d picked up Chinese takeout and wanted to watch another of the thousands of classic movies he’d missed over the decades. 

Bucky heard her soft footsteps leading to the door and the lock turning.

“They didn’t have the pork dumplings so I got you shrimp. And since shrimp don’t have a high mercury level, we’re okay to eat it- you know, since doc sai-“

Bucky’s rambling was cut short the second his eyes locked on her body. His ocean blue eyes widened and his jaw went slack. (Y/n) was wearing a white tank top that clung to her body, it had been only a couple of days since they’d seen each other but Bucky felt like it had been a lifetime. His eyes locked on her chest for a couple of seconds, he couldn’t miss the sight of her bigger breasts, but what really caught his eye was the small bump that sticked out. 

“Y-you’re pregnant.” Bucky stuttered.

(Y/n) let out a loud laugh as she lead him into her apartment. “I thought you got the memo.” Taking the brown paper bag from his hands.

Bucky shook his head, trying to rearrange his thoughts but all that bubbled around in his brain was the image of her with her hands rubbing the small bump.

“I-I mean. You look pregnant.” Bucky’s eyes shone like the night’s sky, his hands itched to get closer to her, closer to the baby.

(Y/n) took her place on the couch, stretching out her hand to him. Bucky walked slowly, afraid of- he didn’t know what he was afraid of but there was a deep feeling settling in his stomach. When Bucky got closer, he absentmindedly brought forward his left hand before ripping it back and stretching out his right one. 

“It’s okay.” (Y/n) whispered, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “Bean loves every part of you.”

Bucky shook his head quickly, extending his right hand closer to her. 

(Y/n) sat up, taking both of Bucky’s hands in hers and lightly pulling him down until he was kneeling in between her legs. With a soft touch, she brought his hands to her protruding belly, rubbing small circles on the back of his hand. 

“Bean will never be afraid of you.” (Y/n) whispered, bringing one of her hands to the back of his neck, soothing Bucky with her touch.

His eyes filled with burning tears, begging to be let out. Years of being feared, years of being used, it all didn’t matter because it brought him to this exact moment. 

No words were spoken because he couldn’t think of words that expressed his feelings. Gratitude, happiness, peace. Instead of saying anything, he unlocked a piece of himself to her. That was the only thing he could do. So, for the next hour they sat in silence, tears falling freely from his eyes as he rubbed her belly softly. Bucky hummed tunes from the 40’s until (Y/n) fell asleep, her back pressed to his chest.

- -

It had been a long day at the compound’s med bay. (Y/n) had been poked and prodded for the better part of two hours and Bucky had been by her side the entire time. He knew better than anyone that being in that situation alone was horrible, a feeling he wouldn’t want anyone to experience let alone the woman carrying his child. 

“Are we almost done here?” Bucky said, his words rough and clipped. The doctors around the two of them scattered and nodded, afraid of him. But, (Y/n)? She just laughed.

“They’re just doing their job Buck.” She smiled. “Bean is an incredible scientific accomplishment that they just want to understand. Plus, I would much rather get my blood drawn and have a couple of ultrasounds than what I get done at the OBGYN.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed at the thought of her being even slightly uncomfortable.

“I’ve lost count of the people who’ve shoved their hands up to my cervix.” She laughed, getting up from the chair. 

Bucky rubbed tiny circles next to her belly button, loving the way her skin felt in his hands, as they walked out of the med bay.

“Isn’t that Sam?” (Y/n) asked, looking left at the man who’d barely talked to them since they’d decided to have the baby. 

“Yeah but I don’t think we should call him ove-“

(Y/n) interrupted him by yelling out Sam’s name and calling him over. 

Bucky saw the annoyed state his friend was in the second he walked towards them. 

“Hey.” Sam gave them a tight smile. 

“I know you don’t trust me,” (Y/n) said. “but just do this time.”

Sam’s eyes furrowed with confusion and it just deepened the second (Y/n) took his hand and brought it to her stomach. What was first hesitation, turned into surprise.

“Is- is that?” Sam asked feeling movement inside her belly. 

“That’s bean.” Bucky’s smile took over his face. 

“It’s moving.” Sam whispered, taking his other hand and bringing it to her stomach too. 

“I know you’re not totally on board with this,” Bucky said. “but you need to trust us. This is the right decision.”

Sam’s wide eyes bounced between the two of them. “I can’t concentrate on anything else but this baby trying to kick its way out of (Y/n)’s stomach. Bean’s going to have my fighting style.”

Both Bucky and (Y/n) smiled at each other, happy that Sam had finally called their baby Bean. 

Third Trimester

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What a way to show off everyone's strengths as comedians and writers, too. Brennan, Katie, and Raph have distinct voices in their work that are largely informed and made unique by their own personalities. This makes them ideal first tier Bingo subjects/victims, due to their voices being distinct and distinctly different from one another.

(I wrote a way more thorough analysis of the structure and cast choices made for this episode. Whoops. More under the cut.)

At the Second level, we have Rekha, Trapp, and Lily. Unlike the first three, these three are all excellent at stepping back and prompting others. Brennan points out the Trapp is an excellent straight man. On Dirty Laundry, Lily consistently will listen and wait to send out little jabs that cut through the bits to keep things fresh. Rekha is a quick thinker and will oftentimes make a joke about how proud she is of a dumb joke, thereby simultaneously making a joke and joking about the joke. It's great.

Tier one Bingo players all have a tendency to commit and commit hard to what they do and say, to their own characters and schemes, whereas tier 2 takes one step back and will often times react to either their own jokes or take a broader look at what others have said. They are, to me, the clearest candidates for the jester in the king's court. Additionally, they all clearly have a fiendish streak that made them (a) perfect candidates to torture the first three and (b) ideal Bingo subjects/victims for the third tier of Bingo players.

At the Third tier, Jess, Tao, and Carolyn do not typically take on front-and-center stage characters. Tao I would categorize as a gracious dork. On Game Changer, he plays up his 'weaknesses' for laughs, or (in the case of Secret Samta) takes advantage of his weaknesses in order to pull the rug out from under everyone. I could say the same for Jess, which you can see clearly in the very first episode of game changer. Jess is also able to do and say otherwise embarrassing things with complete confidence. Carolyn is the only person on the third tier who I haven't seen very much of, but she's hot and funny so what else do you need?

Anyways, the third tier folk are all so incredibly deliberate about their choices and what they do and say. They take a look at all of the dominoes before deciding where exactly it is best to knock them down. This makes them well suited for their roles as prompters for what is presumed to be REAL LIFE. (i.e. the second tier are not aware that they are just as subject to Sam's mind games and the first tier. Their prompts all have to seem natural). Jess, Tao, and Carolyn are fantastically well suited to this. They are all willing to put themselves and others through awkward situations that are adjacent to real life scenarios, all for the bit. And they do it spectacularly.

In this way, not only is the show structured with tier one as set up, tier two as build up, and tier three as punch line, but also each cast of comedians within each tier is perfectly suited for that structure of joke. Brennan, Katie, and Raph are excellent at committing hard to a scenario (the set up). Trapp, Reha, and Lily are fantastic at building up tension and fleshing out that scenario (the build up). And Jess, Tao, and Carolyn were brilliant at subverting in the third act (the punchline).

I'd also like to point out that there's a relationship here with increasing material at each tier as well. All the first tier has to work with is the bingo game and what Sam gives them as prompts and encouragement. They fill in the rest with their character. The second tier thinks they have all of the material and therefore dismiss otherwise strange circumstances (Rekha on the apple box, the um actually box, Lily putting her foot up on the table). The third tier actually does have all of the material, and that material includes their own bingo games, everything that tier 2 is doing, and everything that tier 2 is reacting to on the game changer set.

Anyways, whoops wrote an essay.

TLDR: Gamechanger Bingo does an awesome job at showing off everyone's different skills in comedy. It's excellent. I love it.

#game changer #dropout tv #dropout #game changer bingo #long post

[jazzyoranges]

Recollections of the past

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: when you die, Tara struggles living without you

Words: 2k

A/n: thanks for all the love on ‘birthdays and stress’ :D

Warnings: scream 6 spoilers, major character death, angst, hurt/comfort (but mostly hurt), blood, crying, mention of sex

Tara swears she can hear angels sing when you catch her eye. She looks at you, and her heart soars. It might’ve been the booze, it might’ve been the second-hand weed, but something came over her when you looked at her with the utmost adoration. Tara can’t control her body when she starts to lean in closer, and you end up closing the gap.

Your lips fit together like you’d done this hundreds of times before. You pull the smaller girl on top you, and Tara sighs like she’s just been accepted into heaven. Her hands tangle into your hair, and it’s your turn to sigh as she starts to massage the back of your head.

Unfortunately you’re both humans that need air to breathe, but that doesn’t stop you two from diving back into each other when you’re both ready for more.

Tara made sure she had the first pleasure of saying ‘I love you’ only seconds after you asked her to be your girlfriend.

“Little miss eager, are we?”

“I’d come up with a witty remark, but i’d much rather have incredibly soft sex with you”

“God, you’re such a dork. I’m surprised we haven’t done this sooner”

“God can’t help you anymore, baby. You’re all mine, and i’m not letting you go~”

“You’re saying that like it’s a problem”

“I remember the night i realized i was in love with you. Whenever i miss you, i always think about that night. I know i’m always telling you about it, but you were just so… ethereal. I don’t think i’d ever be able to forget how you smiled at me.”

On particularly bad nights when Tara had nightmares about Amber and the Ghostface attacks, you were always there to tell her it’ll be okay. At first Sam wasn’t too approving, but you reminded her of herself. You gained Sam’s trust when you showed up at their front door in the middle of the night looking like you’d just woken up (which you did) and proceeded to let Tara cry into your neck until the sun came up.

You’d rub circles into her back and massage the back of her head until your hands were numb, and the circulation of blood has long since left your fingers. Even before you two were official, you’d give Tara the most tender kisses you could offer her.

When you kissed her nose, she’d scrunch it up and give you the tiniest smile. When you kissed her cheek, she’d giggle and mumble ‘That tickles’ in a barely audible whisper. Finally, when you kissed her forehead, her wrinkles would disappear like they were never there. Only then would you start to lay Tara back down on her bed and let the smaller girl sleep until the afternoon

Tara found your smell intoxicating like a drug. She needed it to sleep, go outside, or do anything. She just need you around her at all times. Tara would steal your clothes just for the days you couldn’t be in her apartment.

“I haven’t washed any of your clothes. Sam tells me they’ll grow mold, but i’d keep them either way. Your mom let me take home most of your clothes. Sometimes i wish you’d bought more so i wouldn’t have to use the same ones every night.”

It’s been 3 weeks since you’ve died, and Tara hasn’t gotten used to the idea of you not being home. After long nights under the sheets with her, you’d make Tara something to eat every single morning after. Your aftercare didn’t stop until you decided your girlfriend was well taken care of.

Breakfast in bed, relaxing baths, Tara may as well be the queen of England with how much you spoiled her. More often than not, you’re up and awake hours before Tara. You use this time to clean up and tidy until your next round of fun times.

You’d wash her clothes, prepare her bag for classes, and clean up the strewn about clothes from the night before. When Tara woke up, she’d be able to hear the sizzling of bacon on a pan, and your less-than-ideal-singing. Tara found it adorable when you’d mess up a lyric or try and hit a high note.

Tara still woke up to bacon sizzling and music in the background, but your voice was no longer there. Maybe you just got tired from singing? Yeah. Definitely that. Tara waited for you to arrive in her room. You usually came in around 9:30 am, but the clock quickly turned into 10:00 am, 11:00 am, 12:00 pm and even 1:00 pm. Before she knew it, Sam was spoon feeding her at 10:00 pm and you still weren’t there.

“Whenever i smell breakfast and you’re not in bed with me, i always assume you’ll come bursting through the door with a smile on your face with a tray of my favorite food. I’ve spent hours waiting for you to show up, but you never do.”

It’s been 2 months since you died, and Tara hadn’t left her room in days. Sam was growing more and more concerned as time passed. She didn’t want to admit it, but Sam was scared. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Her baby sister was hurting, and she wasn’t able to take away her pain. Sam wasn’t dumb. She saw how you two looked at each other. There was nothing but love.

Sam didn’t want to admit it, but you’d won her over long before she showed it. You were a good friend as well. Always offering to be a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. Now you were gone, and Sam didn’t know how to help Tara heal.

After a particularly long night at work, Sam wasn’t met with the silence of an apartment, but the crying of her sister. Sam wanted to do something, but she didn’t know what. So for now she’d be the shoulder to cry on, just as you had been for the Carpenter sisters.

A nervous Sam opened Tara’s door, and she was met with her younger sister curled in a ball while wearing your shorts and shirt. Sam felt tears prick at her eyes from the sight, but she had to be strong. She had to be there for her baby sister. Slowly walking toward Tara’s bed, Sam leaned down to meet her eyes.

“…Sammy?” Tara croaked, and Sam could feel her heart shatter. Tara’s eyes were bloodshot red and her eye bags were such a dark color they rivaled her freckles. Tears were a constant stream on her face, leaving a damp spot on her bedsheets.

“Oh, Tara…” was all Sam could manage before she got into bed with her younger sister. Sam felt like a mother rocking her baby to sleep after a bad dream. God, Sam wished this was a bad dream. The older sister didn’t believe in any deity or god, but that night she prayed. Sam prayed to whoever out there would listen. She prayed her sister would be alright. She prayed her sister would be able to heal. She prayed for this to be a nightmare, and that you’d be alive and breathing the next day. Her last prayer never came true.

“On really bad days, i wear your clothes and put a heat pad on my stomach and pretend it’s you holding me. Sometimes in the middle of the night i can feel a warmth around me. I used to think it was you, but it ended up being Sam trying to comfort me.”

It’s been a year since you died, and Sam has been urging Tara to go outside more. It started off as easy and simple things. Getting groceries, going to the movies, and checking out books at the library. Tara actually got the number of a very pretty librarian. She was beautiful, kind, and sweet. Tara would’ve said she was the one before she’d met you. The librarian — whose name was Katie — asked Tara for her number.

Sam said this could be good for Tara, but they both knew this could only end in one way. Despite this, Tara agreed to a first date. Then a second date. And then a third date at Katie’s apartment.

But Tara’s heart was never in in. Tara felt bad she was wasting such an amazing girl’s time. Her wake up call was when Katie kissed her, and she didn’t feel your lips on hers. Tara cried, and Katie understood she wasn’t the right one. The brunette apologized and apologized, but Katie knew her heart was elsewhere after the first date.

“When other people kiss me, it doesn’t feel right. It feels like i’m cheating on you. I think about the disappointed look you’d have on your face when i come home, but you’re not there to give it to me. I know you’d want me to move on, but i don’t think i can.”

You died ferociously protecting Tara. Punches, kicks, and bites were exchanged. You fought, and you fought hard. But ultimately, protecting Tara was always bound to be your demise. You were battered and bruised when Ethan took the bag off your head.

“Y/N!”

“Not a step closer, Tara.” He pointed the gun at your head. “Or your precious girlfriend over here gets it”

“Fuck you.”

“A lover for a lover. If Richie can’t be alive, neither can she.” He pushes the gun closer to your head, and you have to suppress a shiver at how it’s covered in blood. “You sisters don’t deserve to be happy”

You look up at Tara, and both of you know one person between you two is going to come out of this alive. You decide it’s going to be Tara.

‘I love you’ are the last words you mouth to your girlfriend before you use all your body weight to knock down Officer Bailey and Quinn. A bullet is in your skull less than a second later.

“I still have nightmares, but they’re mostly about you. They’ve gone down with time, but some nights i have to see your face. I can’t tell whether it’s a curse or a blessing most times”

You died when you were only 22. Young and bright-eyed, you were still able to change the lives around you. Mindy shared many of your interests, Anika was your best friend, Chad learned about his love of football through you, and Sam was the sister you never had. But most importantly, you were the love of Tara’s life.

Tara wished she photographed every single moment she had with you. she knows better now. After your death, Tara spent more time with her family — which Chad named ‘The Core Four’. There were sleepovers, game nights, and movie nights way more often now, as per Tara’s request.

Moments with you were only in memory, and she vowed to never let your name leave her mind. So, Tara started to write. At first it was memories and fun moments with you, but it quickly turned into her experiences with Ghostface, and the story of her life. This was only meant for herself, though. Tara saw firsthand how media affects real life.

“I know how much you loved red velvet, so i got you a cupcake. It’s from a new bakery i know you’d like” The brunette sets down a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting and a candle at the base of your headstone.

The shorter girl looks up at the sky, and is met with a rapidly setting sun. “Well it’s getting dark, and i have to leave soon. I don’t want to worry Sam.”

Tara opens a heart-shaped locket around her neck with a picture of you and her in it. Bringing it to her lips, a few stray tears run down her face. “Happy 24th birthday, my love”

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter scream #tara carpenter #x reader #x fem!reader #scream #scream 6 #sam carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #anika kayoko #tara carpenter angst #angst

[johnbassplayercutie]

warnings: 18+, fluff, no smut, suggestive content???, sam being a total brat but we love it, sam also being a sweetheart <3

thinking about sam monroe teaching you how to snowboard and he guides your movements with his hands on your waist.

"i got you babe," sam gives you an assuring smile before placing his hands on your waist and pressing himself up against your back, "don't worry."

you both begin to slowly slide down the hill as sam attempts to steer you forward. you avoid locking your knees up at first, but your nervousness gets the better of you.

"sam, i'm scared," you pout and wobble slightly on your board before he stabilizes you again.

"we'll go slow, but if you feel like you'll fall, just fall back on me. i don't want my baby getting hurt." he speaks softly, his face nestled in the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek sweetly. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him before going back to your hips.

"lean on your heels a bit," he commands gently, "we're gonna try and turn now," you do as he instructs and lean back on your heels towards him as he does the same, "good girl."

his praise suddenly has your pink face, cold from the frigid air, a bright shade of red.

you continue following his instructions on how to maneuver, desperate to hear his praises and affection.

"you're doing so well baby," sam praises, stopping the two of you at a flat part of the mountain, "now i'm gonna let you try on your own while holding your hands." he helps you spin around as you finally get sight of his beaming smile for the first time since you started.

"what is it?" you question, curious what he's smiling about.

"you look so cute right now with those earmuffs." he smirks while lifting his ski goggles.

you blush and avoid his intense eye contact.

you quip back, "and you. you look like a dork with that hat on," you giggle while pulling on the strings on his hat, pulling it lower on his head, almost covering his eyes.

"hey! who are you calling dork?! i'm gonna get you for that!" he laughs while teasing you. sam pulls you closer to him as you attempt to escape him in a fit of laughter.

"sam stoppp! please– i'm sorry," you continue giggling as you both struggle. he's the first to lose balance and he pulls you down with him as he lands backwards on the snow.

"look who was the first one to fall, huh." you tease him with a smirk.

"you better watch that smart mouth of yours before i give you something to shut up about," he snaps back, smirking. he's smug as you're completely red with your mouth hanging open before snapping shut.

"what? nothing to say now, huh?" his intense eyes challenging yours. your mouth opens and closes again, lost for words. "if you keep leaving your mouth open, i might have to put it to good use," he leans forward and kisses you roughly, biting your lower lip and tugging gently. pulling away, his cold hand holds your jaw, tracing his thumb across your lips. his eyes flicker to yours as he smirks, pleased with shutting you up. he bites his lip and you become increasingly aware of your soaked panties, "now, c'mon let's get up." he whispers as his warm breath fans your face. he rolls you over and helps you up on your feet.

you reach your hands out for him to hold and steady the two of you. smiling, you meet his eyes as he pulls his goggles over his face again. his hands squeeze yours reassuredly as he admires you.

"make sure to follow my instructions, wouldn't want to have to discipline you later hm?" he teases, giggling to himself.

"sammmm," you whine out and look away, reaching your limit with all this teasing, "m'need you to help me."

sam smirked even more, knowing this wasn't the only thing you needed help with.

"so needy...stop begging or i'll make you beg for it later." he barked out again, loving the effect it had on you.

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part 2??? i'm sorry if this cringe omgg help

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[assembletheimagines]

Summary: Bucky is a flirt when half-asleep or where Bucky is a nightmare to wake up unless it’s you.

@whiskey-barnes @elle14-blog1

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“Best two out of three,” is what you hear as you turn the corner. Your eyebrows raise as you see Sam and Steve before Bucky’s door, facing one another with serious looks. It takes a second to process but then your eyes look down, seeing both of them having their hands out. One hand out holding the other hand that was clenched in a fist.

You decide this is probably a good time to make yourself know. “Uh,” you say intelligently, causing both men to look over at you. “What are you doing?”

Steve has the notion to look a little embarrassed but Sam is looking at you like it had to be obvious. “We are playing rock, paper, and scissors to see who has to wake Bucky.” Your eyebrows raise further.

“We just got back last night and we need to debrief the mission.” Steve informs adding the details Sam didn’t include and now it made sense.

No one, and you really do mean no one, wants to wake Bucky. He was a hard sleeper and a grumpy one, which results in two grown men playing games outside his door. But you didn’t believe it, never actually being there when anyone had to wake up your friend.

“Like I said, best two out of three.” Sam challenges Steve and you roll your eyes.

“Wimps,” you huff walking closer to the two dorks and handing Sam your basket that held your folded laundry. “I’ll wake him up,” you say and cross through the doorway and towards the bed.

Bucky is wrapped up in his sheets, lying flat on his back, metal arm over his stomach, practically dead from how still he is. You look over your shoulder to see both men are watching from a safe distance and it makes you roll your eyes again as you get to the side of the bed.

“Buck,” you mumble and Bucky doesn’t stir. “Bucky,” you try again but there isn’t any movement so you sigh and lean over to touch his shoulder. “James,” and he groans.

Waking up, his sheets move with him showing more of his skin. Oh, he’s shirtless.

“Wake up, Steve says you gotta debrief.” You tell the handsome man before you and see his lips move, mumbling something. “What?” you squint not hearing what he said but fast as lightning, arms encased you. You squeak as you find yourself pulled on top of Bucky as he snuggled his head into your neck.

“They’re learning,” he mumbles sleep still evident in his voice as his breath fans over your ear causing you to shiver. “Sending you to my bed.” And your cheeks darken as you rest your hands on top of his chest.

“Bucky-” Steve says and Bucky rolls making you gasp as he keeps you to his chest with his back to both men.

“I’ll be out in 10.” He tells them without looking and you can just make out them leaving over his shoulder before you feel his nose nudge under your chin, making your cheeks red again. “Mornin’, Doll.”

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bonus scene + extra bonus scene

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[pretendingtoknowhowtowrite]

TITLE: Sleeping already?

Summary: Dean and you had to take care of a Vampire Hunt but it lasted more than you guys expected. You finally found the time to crash in a motel room after days, but Dean didn't want to sleep...

Tags: Dean Winchester x female!reading, smut, 18+, biting, forehead kisses <3, oral (female and male receiving), penetrative s3x, cr3ampie, name-calling, daddy issues as always

Words Count: 3.6K

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English isn't my first language. I apologise for any mistakes.

<<I'm fucking exhausted>> you said while throwing your bags on the motel floor, grunting. You smelled like gunpowder and blood and just wanted to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

<<I can't wait to go to bed Y/N>> Dean replied while entering the motel room. It was a shitty room, like usual but looked like a 5-star hotel at that moment. The two of you weren't sleeping properly for 3 days and were on the verge of collapsing. Sam found a nest but "couldn't stop his research", so Dean and you went to take care of it. It was supposed to be an easy job, but you couldn't track down the alpha, so it turned into a never-ending vampire hunt.

<<One bed?>> you said while looking at Dean's face and puffing <<Oh come on Y/N, it was the only room available, and I don't wanna sleep on the couch again!>> Dean was looking at you while saying that, his eyebags were darker than the usual and his eyes red with tiredness, he was trying his best to do his puppy eyes, even though Sam was better at that.

<<Okay, okay Dean>> you said while looking away and taking off your boots <<but I'm going to use the bathroom first this time>> you added while rubbing your forehead. <<Sounds right to me!>> Dean replied while taking off his leather jacket and shoes and sinking into the bed.

<<Don't you fucking dare sleep with bloody clothes on Dean Winchester!>> you basically yelled at him <<if we're gonna sleep together, you better take a shower and change 'cause I don't wanna sleep with the smell of blood in my nostrils>> you looked at him and then went in the bathroom to take that so needed shower, slamming the door behind you. As you said that, Dean opened his eyes and stood up <<It's not that we're gonna do anything, why do you care so much about it Y/N?>> he shouted so that you could hear from inside the bathroom. He had his usual flirtatious tone and was chuckling while telling you that, you couldn't see him but you knew he was smirking like the dork he is. <<You surely hope for it!>> you replied to him, giggling while entering the shower. Dean always teased you when the two of you were alone, he was like that, and it probably was his nature. Or at least, you thought so.

You wanted that hot shower to last another 3 hours, but at the same moment you wanted to sleep as soon as possible, so you decided to be quick and stepped out of the steamy shower. <<Fuck>> you mumbled since you forgot to bring your clean clothes to the bathroom. <<Dean!>> you yelled <<Can you pass me my bag, please?>>. Honestly, it wasn't the first time this happened. It happened to you, to Dean before as well. No need to be embarrassed about it, he usually would open the door a crack, and slide his arm in to leave the bag on the floor. <<You naked in there? Can I come in?>> Dean replied while giggling. <<How can you be like this in that state?>> You answered while smiling and rolling your eyes <<quick pleeease>>.

You were covering yourself with the towel and suddenly the bathroom door was completely open, Dean was holding your bag and smirking. He slowly entered the room and got closer to you, left the bag on the floor and whispered in your ear <<Here you go Y/N>>, and turned back to go out of the bathroom. You were blushing heavily and just muttered <<The heck was that Dean?>> while keeping your towel up on your body. <<I asked if you had clothes on, but you didn't reply so I just went in>> he said in a hushed tone while turning back to look at you, he had a big grin on his tired face. His gaze quickly looked at your body, starting from your ankles he looked up and reached for your face and your wet hair, he bit his lower lip and added <<Plus, I have to take a shower if I don't want to sleep on the couch, so be quick sweetheart>> then he got out. As he exited the room a sigh of relief left your body. You didn't expect that, and Dean was doing innuendos since the beginning of this hunt, the moment he entered the bathroom door you felt so embarrassed, but also so aroused to feel his gaze on your wet body. His gaze sent shivers down your spine and that burning sensation started to grow between your thighs.

You quickly dried yourself up, trying not to think about it, got into your pyjama, and left the bathroom. As you stepped out Dean was sitting at the motel table, beer in his hand. He stared at your body, at your shorts and your tank top, and then added: <<Took your time Y/N>> and got up <<My turn to get squeaky clean for later>> he smirked, took his bag and went in the bathroom, not closing the door behind him. For later? You thought it probably was one of his innuendos, he liked teasing people, and he was constantly making allusions, being flirtatious like always. The moment you heard the water running another sigh of relief left your body and you went to sit down on the bed. You stared at the king-sized mattress and blushed ...you were going to sleep with Dean...blood rushed up your cheeks and between your thighs. Oh, Dean Winchester, his face, his freckles, his charming smirks...they were constant thoughts inside your head. You tried to keep those feelings away by showing authority and keeping your cool but it was all useless. You covered your face with your hands and just hoped your heartbeat wasn't as loud as you heard it in your ears. You leaned back on the bed when you suddenly heard <<Y/N, Please come inside a second!>>, it was Dean's voice. You didn't think about it and rushed into the bathroom, thinking about the worst-case scenario already. The vampire was back? A ghost? A demon? As you stepped inside you saw Dean's wet body covered with a single towel, his shoulders, his chest, his tattoo, the bulge covered with the cloth... You quickly looked up and were immediately red with embarrassment <<What?!>> you asked while looking at his green eyes. <<Just wanted to see your face>> he told you with a smirk. <<Oh, come on!>> you replied and quickly turned to go outside again. <<no, wait>> Dean put his hand on your shoulder to stop you from going outside and then added <<I forgot my Samulet on the table, can you bring it to me? You know how much I care about it..>> his kind tone and his puppy eyes hit you and you just went to grab his goddamn necklace. You entered the bathroom again and Dean was wearing his boxers and brushing his teeth; he turned over to look at you and smiled <<Thanks Y/N>> he said and took the necklace from your hand. Seeing him like that made you crumble; you could feel juices running down your thighs. His body was still wet and his short hair dripping, he was brushing his teeth with one hand and holding against the sink with the other. He looked at your red cheeks and chuckled, looking down. <<What's so funny Dean?>> you asked him, trying to play it cool. He spat the water in the sink and added <<Nothing Y/N>>. He really liked teasing you and he knew what he was doing. It was so frustrating you just wanted to make him regret that. You knew how hard it was for Dean to not have alone time and privacy, and you knew it had been three days since he had the opportunity to "chill".

You went to bed while Dean was finishing doing his things in the bathroom. You decided to tease him a bit like he did with you, and you knew that Dean had his weak spots. You laid on your stomach, put your hands under your pillow, and lifted your right leg, your ass was basically showing through your shorts, and you knew Dean loved to see a woman in that simple yet arousing sleeping position. After a bit, though, you were actually falling asleep since the fatigue of those days hit you. Your eyes were closed, and you were dozing off when you heard the bathroom door closing behind you and a light thud, Dean leaned against the door frame and was staring at you. You couldn't see him since you were facing the opposite way, but you could feel his gaze on your body.

<<Look at you, fast asleep already?>> he asked you and moved towards the bed. You could hear his steps getting closer and closer and he finally sat on the bed. You slightly opened your eyes and muttered <<Turn off the lights, I wanna sleep Dean>>. He looked at you and smiled, he was wearing sweatpants and was shirtless since it was so hot those days. He was really hot too, to be honest, and you couldn't help but blush a bit while looking at his chest. <<Mmmmh, putting yourself like that and then falling asleep Y/N?>> he replied and caressed your face <<you really are cruel, aren't you?>> he added while smirking. <<What are you talking about Dean?>> you replied, half asleep. <<Oh, I saw you... Lifting your leg, your shorts, making sure I could see you...>> he said while smirking and moved closer to your face he whispered <<you really are sexy though>>, now your faces millimetres away. Your heart started pounding in your chest and your sleepiness disappeared in an instant. You looked into his eyes and whispered <<I-I don't know what you are talking ab- >> you couldn't finish the sentence as Dean pressed his finger against your lips << I notice how you look at me Y/N, and I love when you try to play it off with your bossy tone...>> he said << but we both know... How much you're aroused right now, and how horny you make me every single day >> he added. Blood reached your face and your thighs, Dean Winchester told you he was excited because of you, and he always knew how you were staring at him... you moved your hands and covered your red face, peeking through your fingers to look at him. He leaned closer to you and gently kissed your forehead, and then he finally laid his body on the bed next to yours. You got closer to him this time, uncovering your face, and he gently took your head and pushed it against his, he started to kiss you passionately, twirling his tongue into yours, gently biting your lips, and catching small breaths between one twist and another. He let go of you, his saliva was sweet and tasted like toothpaste and alcohol at that moment. <<I've dreamed about this for so long Y/N>> He said while resting his forehead against yours, his eyes now closed <<every time I saw you looking at me I couldn't help but imagine what I'd do to you..>> he added while smirking.

You could feel his smirk against your slit, he was pinching, rubbing, moving, thrusting his tongue inside of you. You opened your eyes again and saw his green eyes looking at you, a shiver reached your spine, and you started trembling, moaning, and breathing heavily... you cummed on his tongue and fingers. Your pussy was twitching, and you were muttering Dean's name.

He started folding your body, caressing your hips and waist, and then hugged you tightly. << I imagined that too>> you replied to him while blood was rushing between your thighs. You just couldn't believe what was happening and that Dean wanted that, he often kept you awake at night...with his sounds and his heavy breaths...motel walls are often too thin. Dean smirked and while he was hugging you, he grabbed your top and swiftly took it off. He started gently kissing your neck, biting it, and leaving his scent on it. His scent was often on your clothes: alcohol, gunpowder, and fast food. They were strange scents that meant Dean Winchester to you. He soon went down and started kissing your breast, folding it, pinching it, then he started gently sucking your nipples. As you felt his tongue on your sensitive skin a moan left your throat. <<Dean>>, you muttered. You could feel his grin against your skin. <<Yeah, sweetheart ?>> he replied while looking up into your eyes. Those green eyes... You felt juices running down your thighs as your eyes locked. You grabbed his head between your hands << You make me so fucking aroused Dean>> you said << I really can't with the teasing>>. He smirked and got up at your eyes level again <<Oh, baby girl>> he whispered in your ear << you have no idea how excited I am>> as he said that he bit your earlobe and pressed his body against yours, now on top of you. You could feel his bulge against your body, and you felt your panties soaking wet. You just muttered something as you felt Dean biting you, your whole body was burning up under his gaze and his touch. His hands started to caress your body again, gently touching your hips and waist, his touch was light and almost ticklish on your body. He stood up and moved closer to your lower body, he reached for your thighs and started fondling them. You felt his gaze on you, he slowly moved to your inner part, he was rubbing and squeezing them while looking at your red face. He slid your shorts off and started to kiss your inner thighs, you could feel his breath on you, his saliva; he started biting you, leaving his marks on your body. As he started biting you another moan left your body. He smirked the moment he heard you and started lightly stroking your slit with his thick fingers, your panties still on. You were dripping wet; you could feel your juices moving as he moved his fingers up and down against your pussy. <<You really are wet Y/N>> he said, in a hushed tone while kissing your thighs. <<Stop teasing Dean, I'm begging you at this point>> you replied while looking at him with tearful eyes. You were on the verge of breaking down under his touch, and that man didn't do anything factual, yet. << Oh Y/N, if you beg me like that, I really won't stop>> he was still finishing the sentence as he took off your panties and spread your legs open, your juices dripped on the bedsheets and your walls started tightening under Dean's gaze. You were completely naked, and you were burning under his eyes. He quickly looked at you, smirked, and then moved his face closer to your slit. <<Look at you Y/N>> he said and spread your pussy open for him to look at <<fucking beautiful>>, as he said that you felt his hot tongue moving against your cunt. You started moaning and looked down at him, your eyes locked, and you felt his tongue going deep inside of you, you couldn't help but arch your back and Dean started to rub your clit slowly. Fuck, he didn't need time to find it. He started pinching it and stroking it faster while his tongue was moving inside of you. You were dying with embarrassment and excitement at the same moment. You closed your eyes and grabbed Dean's face between your hands, you started running your hand though his hair and just screaming his name while he was going down on you.

He stood up and licked your juices from his fingers and lips while looking at you. <<I wanna taste you every night from now on Y/N>> he said, almost whimpering, and got closer to your face. He kissed you and your saliva and juices mixed together in a passionate kiss. He was twisting his tongue in yours as you started to reach for the waist of his trousers. He grinned while kissing you and quickly took his pants off. The two of you stopped kissing and you looked at his tight boxers, there was a big stain of precum where the tip of his bulge ended. You chuckled and started to move your fingernails on his length <<I wasn't the only one that was excited here>> you added while looking at him. The two of you were lying in bed, next to each other. <<Never said I wasn't >> Dean replied and quickly got on top of you, holding your wrists on your head and grinning. You giggled <<I'm not going to run away ...>> As you finished that sentence Dean kissed you and pressed his body against yours. Feeling his hard cock against your skin made you lose it...while you were kissing you started sliding off his underwear, the moment his member wasn't constrained in the fabric you felt it against your waist, a sticky drop of precum was on his tip, and now on your skin. You escaped from his hold and slid down. His dick was now against your face. Dean quickly got on his knees, and you raised up a little. You looked at him and started to gently play with his tip, moving your fingernails on it, pressing your face against his dick, teasing him...that was your revenge for all he did to you till now. <<Fuck..>> Dean moaned while looking down on you <<don't tease Y/N>> he said. You smirked <<Why?>> as you asked that with that bratty tone of yours, Dean leaned down and reached for your neck with his hand <<'Cause I say so, babygirl>> he whispered, and pushed your face against his cock. You were so aroused by his words. He often called you like that while doing his innuendos...he knew you liked that. You started going down on him, sucking him off, wrapping your tongue around his member, tasting his precum, and increasing your pace while looking at him. He started moaning your name and he started moving his hips while you were going down on him. You looked up and saw his chin, he was whimpering and he suddenly looked down and saw your eyes <Fffffuck>> he said and stopped moving, he sat down and leaned over your face <<I really want to fuck you Y/N>> he whispered in your ear. <<Please do>> you replied and leaned on your back, Dean was on top of you again and this time he didn't waste time, he rubbed his tip against your wet pussy and shoved it in. A moan left your body as his girth was so fucking big. He started to slowly move and he finally trusted his whole length inside of you <<Fuck Y/N>> he said <<You're so tight and...wet around me>>. You felt his sweat dripping on your body, his scent was so pervasive, you could smell the gunpowder, the alcohol, the toothpaste, the iron, his sweat... those odours were driving you mad. You started moving your hips faster and muttered <<please...Dean...harder>>. As you said that Dean put both of your wrists on your head and kept them still with one of his hands. With the other, he started to rub your clit and his thrusts were deeper, faster, harder... He was moaning your name while grunting, muttering, and swearing. His eyes were locked on yours and he couldn't stop moving his hips. His tick fingers were rubbing your already sensitive clit while his cock was moving so deep inside of you. You were on the verge of cumming when he leaned closer to you and whispered <<Please, Y/N, cum on my dick>>. You lost it. You started shivering and trembling, you sank your fingernails in his back and started tightening around his big dick. You couldn't stop shaking and were screaming his name. As Dean felt your pussy tightening his thrusts were even faster, he pressed his body against yours and moaned your name in your ear, cumming and twitching inside of you.

<<fffuck>> Dean moaned while panting, your body still pressed against each other. <<That was - >> you started talking <<amazing>> Dean concluded while raising his body and pulling his dick out from you. A shiver went down your spine as you felt that one last thrust. He was standing on his knees while you were laying on the bed. Cum started dripping out from your pussy, drenching the bed sheets. <<And that>> Dean pointed at you and then at your pussy <<That is a gorgeous view>> he smirked and leaned closer to you, giggling. He kissed you and then caressed your face. <<For real Y/N, you're beautiful>> he added and kissed your forehead.

<<I think that we need to take a shower again now>> you chuckled and smiled while looking at Dean's naked body. <<Yeah>> he grinned and took you in his arms <<Let's go>>.You giggled and nuzzled in his neck. He brought you inside the bathroom, left you on the toilet seat, and turned on the hot water. You could see his back and his pretty ass and chuckled <<So...is this going to happen often now?>> He turned over to look at you and replied <<only if you are a good girl, Y/N>>, a big smirk appeared on his face and he came closer to you, leaned over your face, and whispered <<also 'cause I love you, Y/N>>.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader smut #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #smut #spn smut #spn

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown Pt. 7

Pt.1 prev ao3

Jason (cute guy from library): Hey you mentioned that you like Astronomy right?

: Yeah! It's one of my favorite topics. Why?

Jason (cute guy from the library): well, it's just that, the Gotham planetarium is holding a special event this Saturday for a special comet or something, and I was wondering if you wanted to go? Here are the details:

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: !!! I would love to! That sounds like so much fun!

Jason (cute guy from the library): great! I'll pick you up at 6 on Saturday then? Or would you rather meet me there?

: I wouldn't mind if you picked me up :o

Jason (cute guy front he library): Awesome! I can't wait.

: me neither! This is gonna be so much fun! I'll see you then!

“Hey Danny,” Anne called from her place leaning against the counter. “Who’re you smiling at?” she asked with a smirk, " a cute girl?"

"Heh, not exactly," Danny responded, one hand moving to rub at his neck.

Anne raised one eyebrow. "A cute guy then?" Evidently she took the blush rising in his cheeks as a yes. "Ooooh what's his name? How'd you meet? Tell me everything."

Danny couldn't help but smile as he responded, if a bit stuttery, "Oh, uh, his name is Jason. I met him at the library the other day, he uh- he caught me when I tripped," he said, blushing. Anne just nodded.

"Know anything much about him yet?"

"Yeah! He's really into classic literature and he must workout or something because his biceps are huge and-" Anne cut him off as the bell at the door chimed and she had to take care of the customer. Once they ordered she gestured for Danny to continue.

"He sounds really great, you have any plans?" She asked.

"Yeah actually, we're going to the planetarium this Saturday. And it's really cool because I haven't been able to go properly stargazing since I moved here, but he offered cause he found out how into Astronomy and stuff I am." Of course there was that once he had tried flying above the smog of Gotham to see the stars, but it was like it just went on and on. Then of course when he had finally managed to get past the cloud cover he had almost gotten run over by a plane. Danny hadn't attempted since.

And it was really sweet of Jason to have suggested it. In fact Danny didn't even remember mentioning stargazing all that much In the first place. They had been texting basically non stop for a couple days now so maybe it was an off hand comment, but he had been sure to spare the man from any major info dumping so as not to scare him off. Although it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway considering how big of a dork Jason turned out to be.

Danny was pulled from his musings by a short string of curses followed by a loud thump. "Work you fucker dammit-"

"You need help with that?" He asked. Anne looked up from the espresso machine she was practically wrestling with, looking like she was mere seconds away from sending it through the window.

"Sorry, it's been acting up all day, I think it's jammed or something," she replied, moving out of the way as Danny scooted behind the counter. " I don't really know what you could do, but be careful its still kind of hot" she trailed off as he began disassembling the machine. Gaping a bit when he touched the peices that should be burning his hand off with no more than a second glance.

"Got it," he said after a few minutes, "Your group head is blocked- here I'll clean it out. But otherwise it should be fine. I would keep an eye on the thermal fuse though, it's looking near to the end of its life expectancy, and that could be a problem later." Anne looked practically awestruck as Danny reassembled the machine and started another batch of coffee with ease. Within minutes it was humming.

"How'd you do that?" She asked as he slipped back to his stool on the other side of the counter.

"Oh, uh, my friends Sam had an espresso machine just like that. She used to let me take it apart because it would annoy her parents and I wanted to see how it worked."

In lieu of answering Anne just nodded as she took in the information and went back to preparing the customer's order. The two fell into companionable silence as she set about cleaning behind the bar, and Danny delved into his chemistry homework.

About 20 minutes later a steaming cup of hot coco, topped with a mountian of cream and chocolate shavings, slid across the bar toward Danny. He looked up at Anne who gave him a small smile as she turned back to cleaning.

"Thanks,"

"Yeah well, you fixed this temperamental beast, I figured you deserved it," she said, jabbing a thumb toward the espresso machine.

"Thanks anyway,"

They lapsed back into silence for a few more hours. By now the hot coco had been throughly drained, the mug long since cleaned and put away. Everyone except for Danny had long gone and Anne was flipping the sign on the door.

"Alright dude, I have to kick you out at some point."

"Awwwww do you have too?" Danny groaned but began packing his things anyway.

"Yup," she said, popping the p, " its closing time and my shift is over.

"Damn, and I thought we were friends," that just made Anne roll her eyes and snort.

"I was technically supposed to close half an hour ago, you're lucky I let you stay this long," she retorted.

"Yeah yeah," Danny said, lacing sarcasm into voice. "You good to head home by yourself?" He asked a bit more genuinely.

"Mhm, I'm just around the block, you?"

"Yeah I'm good, see you tomorrow."

"Ditto, and good luck on your date," she said, ushering him out the door.

Danny watched his friend leave until she turned the corner two blocks down because you can never be too cautious in Gotham, even if the girl was born and raised here. Content that she could get home safe, he turned and began the trek back to his dorm, keeping his heightened senses on high alert. It was almost one in the morning which meant most of Gotham’s nightlife was still buzzing around the streets, however that did nothing to calm his nerves as the familiar feeling of being watched began to prickle at his skin.

Danny was still ten minutes away from his building when a strangled gasp caught in his throat. 'Oh what is it now?' He thought, turning to scan his surroundings mostly for a certain hooded crime lord. And sure enough, the man himself jumped off a nearby fire escape to land in front of the half-ghost.

"Hood," he greeted as the man attempted

to pull him toward a nearby alley. Danny didn't budge, instead he folded his arms and lifted an eyebrow. Honestly Red Hood wasn't all that scary when your blood isn't pumped full of adrenaline, beside what could the guy really do to Danny? Shoot him? Like that would do anything. It was honestly laughable how he had been so scared of the man. Besides after two weeks of being followed around by the guy, Danny was kind of over the whole 'oh Ancients he's a crime lord who can and will shatter my kneecaps' thing,

"Finally work up the courage to talk to me rather than stalk me from afar?" He asked with an amused lilt to his voice.

At that remark Hood gave up trying to move the half ghost and instead settled into his on defensive position, mirroring Danny.

"I wasn't scared of talking to you," he said, exasperation clear in his voice despite the modulator. "Besides I need to warn you about something important."

Danny only raised his eyebrow higher, sounding entirely unconcerned as he spoke, "Oh so you're not even denying the stalker allegations?" He snorted. and after choking on frozen air because of him every single day, Danny may have been a little spiteful. Suffice to say, it felt nice watching the vigilante splutter a bit before responding.

"How did you-? Fuck whatever it doesn't matter," Hood muttered, " I just wanted to let you know that Bats is looking into you." Yeah, Danny had expected this. Albeit a bit sooner, but still.

"And?" He gestured for Hood to continue

"And. He's planning on visiting your dorm tonight so I thought i'd give you a heads up." He huffed.

"Well, thanks I guess?" Danny said, shifting his weight to his heels. Hood didn't say anything else so Danny filled the silence instead. "Well ,if that's all, i'm going to, y'know, go home. These street aren't really safe at night. Might run into a mob boss or get mugged or something"

It didn't take much longer for Danny to get to his dorm. Tristan was supposed to be gone for the night so it was the perfect time, if any, for a confrontation with the bat himself. 'Alright, lets get this over with' He thought as he locked the door.

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Pt.8

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #jason todd #batman #bucket writes things #when you accidentally kill a clown #fic #mostly setup tbh #not my favourite work but itll do

[ticklishraspberries]

Communication (Abigail/Sebastian)

Summary: Sebastian struggles to be vulnerable, but Abigail has ways of dragging him out of his shell. (For Day #3, "Cuddles" of Tickletober!! Took a shot in the dark at writing this pairing, I really hope I did their characterization justice. Hope you enjoy!!)

Sebastian isn’t good at communicating his needs.

Abigail notices it when they’re just friends, and learns quickly how to read him. But when they shared a kiss after band practice one night, after he walked her home in the dark despite her insisting she was capable of doing it alone, she told him that if this were to work out, if he wanted to be with her, he would have to learn to tell her things. To be open, and vulnerable.

He wasn’t thrilled about the request, but had begrudgingly obliged. He would tell her when he was busy with work, when he was too anxious to leave the house, when his step-father was getting on his nerves.

She told him things, too. Like how her parents don’t understand her, how she wants to be free to explore all that Stardew Valley has to offer. He takes her into the caves for the first time, and jokes about the horrified look on her father’s face if he could see them doing such a thing. It makes her laugh, a little too loud, alerting some creature dwelling in the mines, and they quickly scurry back up the ladder, giggling like they’re kids again.

One thing that Sebastain still struggles to voice is his desire for affection. He hesitates before reaching out, like he isn’t sure if he should hold her hand. When she notices this, she takes the initiative, and grabs his hand, relishing in the blush that spreads across his cheeks.

Holding hands is one thing. Cuddling is a whole other hurdle.

They’re in his bedroom, sitting on his bed. Music plays softly from his radio, and he’s reading a comic book while she plays a game on her phone. It’s natural, comfortable. Except for the fact that Sebastian keeps squirming, pointedly moving closer to her while making no effort to actually hold her.

It’s as adorable as it can be frustrating, honestly. She knows that this is new to him, somewhat new to her, too. She rolls her eyes, puts her phone aside, and pushes him back against the mattress, giggling at his surprised sound, the comic he’d been reading flopping onto the floor and shutting itself.

“You made me lose my page,” he grumbles, but the pink of his cheeks and the smile tugging at his lips tells her that he isn’t upset at all.

“And you keep distracting me from my game,” she replies. “If you want to cuddle, you can just ask, Seb.”

The word cuddle makes him visibly cringe, like it embarrasses him just to hear it. He doesn’t deny it though. He just opens his arms, a wordless invitation, and she happily lays against his chest and sighs, content, as he hugs her to him.

“You’re a dork,” she murmurs.

“Shut up,” he replies, no venom in his voice.

But Abigail gives a gasp, glaring up at him in an incredibly unconvincing manner. “That’s not very nice. I’m your girlfriend now, you can’t talk to me like that.”

Sebastian smirks. “Or what?” he asks.

Abigail hadn’t thought that far, but the solution comes to her as easy as breathing. It's what she does whenever he’s being difficult, what she’s watched Sam do since they were younger and Sebastain was somehow even moodier.

Muscle memory guides her hands to the incredibly sensitive spot at the bottom of his ribs, and she squeezes at it without mercy.

The reaction is immediate: Sebastian shrieks, a noise so high-pitched and ridiculous, no one would believe it came from the moodiest boy in all of Pelican Town.

“Wait, wait—” he starts to say, but he’s cut off by his own laughter when she goes for his belly instead, pushing up his hoodie for access to his bare skin.

“No waiting!” Abigail declares. “All I want to hear from you is an apology. Begging will also suffice.”

She watches his every twitch, every helpless smile. He ought to laugh more, really. With her immaculate sense of humor, as well as an extensive knowledge of his ticklish spots, she’s sure she can remedy this problem.

He doesn’t seem to be fighting her off much, and she wonders if he’s having fun. But if getting him to admit he wants to cuddle is already a struggle, getting him to say he enjoys tickle fights would be like pulling teeth.

When Abigail goes for his hips, he finally cracks. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he cries, hands uselessly pushing at her.

She stops, grinning. “There we go. Was that so hard?”

Without waiting for an answer, she snuggles right back up to his chest as if nothing had happened, except he’s breathing twice as hard, and he’s much warmer now, too.

She doesn’t realize her mistake until it's too late. She always forgets that Sebastian is actually quite strong, and it only takes him a moment to wrap her in his arms and swap their positions, so that he’s hovering over her instead.

As she shrieks with her own bout of laughter, she catches a glimpse of his fond smile through tears of mirth. She figures some revenge is worth it, just to see him smile like that.

#sdv tickling #sdv ticklefic #sdv tickle fic #stardew valley tickling #stardew valley tickle fic #stardew valley ticklefic #abigail x sebastian #raspberry writes #tickle fic #ticklefic #tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023

[bigfan-fanfic]

A Fire Burning Quiet (Male!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Requested by @thenlookatyourphones for Can I request a scenario/headcanons of sorts for bucky and his boyfriend for old times sake? I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky is super stoic and serious when he’s out in public and a man of very few words and kind of stand-offish, but behind closed doors, he’s super dorky and always trying to make his boyfriend laugh and he’s super cuddly with his boyfriend

There's so much going on with Bucky.

He just tends to keep it to himself.

With his PTSD, Bucky tends to close up around unfamiliar people, which makes it hard to bond with others.

But you are one of those others. You wormed your way into his circle, and then into his heart.

And you just realize that there's a whole other person locked inside a tough shell, just for you to see.

Bucky tends to respond in one word answers and short vocalizations, at least, outside of his small friend group.

He doesn't smile, and he takes things very seriously, finding it difficult to recognize humor in modern speech patterns.

He is always on high alert, scanning surroundings and people for threat analysis, and he hates crowds.

But when you close the doors, batten down the hatches, build him a fortress where he finally feels safe... Bucky emerges.

He's a dork. A huge dork.

He geeks out over scientific discoveries, despite finding it difficult to pronounce a lot of jargon. He's way more intellectual than people might give him credit for, and he learns very quickly. Bucky likes technology a lot. He thinks it's incredible to see how people have made their lives easier and safer, although he also recognizes downsides, and he absolutely doesn't trust unnecessarily smart devices.

He's decorated his own space and picked out furnishings - he generally goes for state-of-the-art appliances, but just a step away from fully-smart. He refuses to have anything connect to the internet without him knowing why. Sam gave him an Alexa as a joke and Bucky lobbed it out of the window.

Bucky really likes video games and web shows. He likes seeing how creative people can be. He gets invested in stories and loves watching them with you. More than once you've seen him taking notes - Bucky has a knack for analysis and the time to do research on symbolism and references.

He's silly. Not just funny, but silly. He has a biting wit and sarcasm, but you've come to recognize that as another wall, a defense mechanism. Bucky loves jokes that are so terrible they're funny - he likes puns and creative riddles and he smiles so much around you that you wonder why it's just here, just with you and friends.

And the other thing - Bucky is touch starved and not afraid of physical contact. In public, he's too tightly wound to hug or cuddle, but once all his defenses are down, you struggle to find a time he's not somehow pressed against you. Even when you sit at your computer desk, he sometimes likes to just sit against your chair and do his own thing. Bucky's got a lot of room to multitask, and he enjoys just having parallel time with you, yet still connecting.

He'll cuddle you without warning, make stupid faces at you across the dinner table to make you laugh, and be so wonderfully animated and expressive around you.

It makes you a little sad that no one else gets to see this beautiful man you love so much, but you feel such a sense of honor and privilege that you're the one who does.

You love the Bucky that playfully makes little puppy whines while you braid his long hair.

The Bucky that pins you down on the couch and peppers kisses across your skin when you seem sad.

The Bucky that looks so absorbed in a YouTube video analyzing the music in some game that he's played that you feel bad disturbing him.

The Bucky that strings up fairy lights around the rooms, who orders a bunch of fuzzy blankets and demands you try them out with him, who learns to cook and bake just for you, and who pretends to die at the slightest injury so you'll baby him.

And you know what? You love the Bucky he is outside, too. Because even when he grunts at someone out in public, even when he misses a question because he's surveying the area, it's still the same guy. And maybe someday you can help him feel safe enough to not have to lift up his walls every time you're not alone, but maybe not. And that's okay too.

You love him, all the same.

And he loves you.

#male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel headcanons #headcanons

[smellingofpoetry]

Drowning

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester (Soulless!Sam), Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Summary: And, sometimes, it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering in search of him.

Square/s Filled: “Squirting” (@spnkinkevents), "Free Space" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Wap - Cardi B"(@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: angst, smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, face fucking, creampie

Rating: +18

Words count: 3173

Beta: @snowlovespie

A/N:  Hi!🖤 So, I wrote this story for the fantastic @negans-lucille-tblr and her blogiversary. Congratulation on your achievement, love! My prompt was this one: "Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning.", you'll find it in bold. I decided to experiment a bit this time, so here we are with my first fic about Sam. I really had fun writing this one not only because I went out of my comfort zone, but also because I ended up writing something quite different from the usual with some usual plot twist, 'cause you know how much I like them. I hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think. 🖤

Everything had changed after Lucifer and the cage.

She thought the worst was to say goodbye to Sam and learning to live without that giant dork. She wasn’t ready for that - nobody was.

No one told her that losing Sam would mean losing Dean too. He left that same night with a simple hug, a really too-quick goodbye, leaving her behind.

She thought that even if he stopped hunting, they could still keep in touch. She realized her mistake and felt so stupid for thinking he would have answered her. Not while he was busy living a life miles away from her and Bobby. Not while he was committed to a whole new life with his new family – with Lisa.

Yeah, that was what hurt her most. Knowing that somewhere else he was laughing and kissing and sleeping with the same stranger, someone who wasn't her.

She shut close her eyes, shaking her head to get rid of all those images.

God…she felt so stupid, still thinking about him after all this time, and the nights were always the worst because it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering.

Missing Dean came in waves, and tonight – oh tonight – she was drowning while staring at the bottom of her half-empty glass.

She downed the rest of the whiskey and immediately asked for another round, taking the glass in her fingers with a deep sigh as the bartender served her again.

“Well, happy birthday to me.”

Y/N murmured, bringing the glass to her lips and drinking the whisky in one go, feeling the alcohol burn her throat. She slammed the glass down on the counter, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

Sensing someone had taken a seat beside her, she opened one eye to glance at the newcomer, relaxing immediately when she recognized Sam.

Right, Sam.

He was back. No one was quite sure how it had happened, but he was back, and that was what mattered - that and the fact that he wasn't a demon.

At first, when she saw him in Bobby's living room, she hoped they could just pick up where they left off. Until Bobby made her realize that wasn't going to happen. It was a very short conversation, consisting of two sentences.

Two sentences that, to that day, she didn’t know who hurt more – her or Bobby.

At least she had Sam back, which was both good and bad. Don't get her wrong: she was happy to have her friend back. Still, sometimes it was hard to look at him without thinking of Dean. Tonight, was one of those times.

“What are you doing here, Winchester?”

“Bobby told me where to find you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam raised his arm and motioned for the barman to bring two more drinks.

“What do you need?”

“Why do I have to need something?”

“Because that’s how it usually works with you, guys.”

Sam smiled and raised his hands in surrender, knowing full well that she had caught him.

“Alright, alright. I thought we could have celebrated your birthday together.”

“Thanks, Sam, but I’m not in the mood.”

Sam took the drinks and thanked the barman. He kept one for himself and handed the other to Y/N.  He remained silent for a few seconds, just staring and studying her more.

“Is this about Dean?”

Y/N scoffed at his words, looking at Sam as if he were nuts to even think such a thing. Well, he wasn't, but she had to keep what was left of her dignity.

“What? No.”

Sam frowned in disbelief. Y/N glared at him, hoping he would drop the subject, but he seemed to be on a different frequency lately.

“C’mon, Y/N, I know you used to spend all your birthdays with Dean. I was there a few times, remember?”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and letting Sam know how annoyed she was with him at the moment.

“Okay, fine, so what?”

“So, don’t let that stop you from celebrating, just because he’s not here.”

She sighed and looked down at the glass in front of her.

“He’s out there leaving his life and, sooner or later, you have to move on, and this seems to be a time as good as any.”

Y/N glanced at him, knowing he was right, and there was nothing she could say about it. She sighed, defeated, rubbing her eyes with her fingertips.

“So…”

She paused, looking to Sam for help. He seemed to sense her hesitation, so he grabbed both glasses and handed her one, which she took.

“So, we’re going to celebrate, you and me. I know I’m not Dean, but I promise you, we’ll have fun.”

They clinked the glass together before gulping down the whiskey.

They drank, laughed, and danced until the bartender hadn’t almost kicked them out. She really had had fun, though. Y/N hadn’t laughed that much in a very long time, and neither of them was ready to end their night.

So, they kept moving until they stumbled into Sam’s motel room, and one thing led to another. She’d known it was a big mistake the moment their lips touched, but that hadn’t been enough to stop her.

She couldn't even blame the alcohol. She could only blame herself and her weakness, but a year was a long time, and she longed for someone's touch. And even if Sam wasn't the one she really wanted, he was at least the one who was close enough to her, and that thought alone had hurt. So, she kissed him harder, and he kissed her back, matching Y/N same hunger. With their mouths pressed together, they began to push and pull their clothes off.

Their shirts were the first to hit the floor, leaving them both panting. Their eyes roamed over each other’s bodies. Y/N felt too self-conscious as she tried to unbutton her jeans. She unzipped them and let’em slide down her legs. Sam watched her every move, licking his lips in anticipation.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at her like that. She shuddered as she unhooked the clasp of her black lace bra, letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Sam grabbed her neck and pressed his mouth against hers. The kiss was rough and messy. He bit his lip and then ran his tongue over it. And just as he cupped her breast with his hands, Y/N wondered if Dean would have kissed her in the same way. Sam's fingers pinching her already hard nipples pushed that thought away.

She reached for his belt, unbuckled it and pulled down his trousers. The boxers were next. Pulling them down enough to free his cock, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking the tip. At that, Sam moaned into Y/N's mouth, bucking his hips against her. He ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it with his fingers to encourage her to kneel, and she took the hint.

She stroked it and, not taking her eyes off him, licked a strip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum.

Y/N couldn't resist, so she took him in her mouth, closed her eyes and began to suck on his length.

Would Dean taste the same?

Would he moan the same way?

She got wetter and wetter with every lick, moan and thrust. Releasing Sam's cock with a loud pop, Y/N breathed deeply as she stroked his shaft, her other hand fondling his balls. He grunted, tightening the grip on the back of her head as his hand replaced hers on his shaft.

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth as she was told and stuck out her tongue. At the sight of Y/N on her knees in front of him, Sam growled and slapped his cock on her tongue once, twice, three times before pushing it through her lips.

She took it in, sucking as best she could, as Sam jerked his hips back and forth.

Y/N felt saliva running down her chin as he mouth-fucked her. With both hands on his hips, for balance, she closed her eyes.

She had spent several sleepless nights imagining herself kneeling, with Dean's cock in her mouth, fucking her the way Sam was doing it. And on those nights, the thought alone had made her come on her fingers all the time and one flick of Sam’s fingers on her clit would have had the same result in that moment.

Sam rocked in and out until he felt too close to the edge, so he stepped back, helped her up and quickly crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed him back as his hands moved down her body, searching for her panties. He tore them off and slid his fingers between her legs, which she spread a little, moaning at the feel of his fingers circling her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

Y/N bit her lower lip, nodding at the question, her eyes never leaving Sam's. He pressed his forehead against hers, mingling their breaths, grinning.

“Liar.”

Her eyes widened, but she had no time to say anything as he slid two fingers inside her, pushing them faster and faster, eagerly nipping at her nipples with his lips, making Y/N thrust against his hand.

“Oh, God…”

Y/N whimpered, clenching tightly around his fingers while he kept moving them, working her through the orgasm.

When it became too much, he slid his digits out and brought them to her lips, and she promptly welcomed them, sucking and moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue.

When she let them out, Sam captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss and urged them both towards the bed.

He put his hands on her hips and turned her over. Once her back was pressed against his chest, Sam's hands moved up Y/N's body, cupping her breasts and enjoying every moan as he nibbled at her earlobe.

“Hands and knees on the bed.”

Sam watched as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide, making him growl at the sight of her glistening pussy on full display. Unable to resist the urge to taste it, he stood behind Y/N and licked and sucked her folds once, twice, three times.

She bit her lips and gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Sam trailed kisses up the skin of her back until he reached her shoulders, sinking his teeth there and making her moan. She had never been more desperate to fill that void.

He nuzzled her neck, licking a strip of skin, holding her in place as he took his cock to rub it a few times across her wet folds, grazing her opening with the tip.

Y/N closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling herself stretch around his girth inch by inch.

Once buried inside her, he stood still, giving Y/N time to get used to his size. Panting into her ear, his hands roamed down her body to pinch her perky nipples. Sam moved his hips back, already feeling her breathing get heavier, feeling how wet her pussy was getting and how tight it was clenching around his shaft, so he pushed into her again. She tried to move, desperately wanting him to go a little faster, a little harder, but Sam was quicker, stopping her hips with his hands, slowing the pace.

One of his hands gripped Y/N's neck, pulling her closer to his chest. As he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, she humored Sam's hips as best she could, feeling the wetness slide down her trembling legs.

Would it have felt that good to have Dean inside her?

Usually, it was – in her dreams at least. Dean would fuck her that way, with his chest pressed to her back, a hand around the neck, and the other rubbing her clit just the way she liked it.

At that thought, she threw her head back, eyes closed, and slid a hand between her legs to rub the already hardened clit.

Sam lowered his gaze, shuddering at the sight, and as a result tightened his grip on her neck, loving the way Y/N instantly squeezed his cock, feeling her become even tighter than she already was.

She gasped as Sam continued to move at a brutal pace, wanting nothing more than to feel her finally start to come around him.

Which she did the moment she tightened her grip around his shaft, making him moan with pleasure.

Y/N felt the orgasm overwhelm her and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

“D… Sam!”

She bit down on her lips, squeezing her already closed eyes even tighter, and her cheeks turned red from the embarrassment of having almost moaned out the wrong name.

Sam had to smile at that, giving her a few more thrusts, letting her ride out the orgasm, and only when she collapsed flat on the mattress did he get out of her soaked pussy, causing Y/N to whimper at the loss.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her wild heart, and as Sam helped her turn over to lie on the bed between the pillows, she saw him towering over her with a grin on his face.

Blushing and out of breath, she let her eyes roam over his sweaty body, licking her lips at the sight of his still hard cock, opening her legs and welcoming him between them.

Sam moved closer, running his hands up and down her legs, leaning in to greedily search for her lips.

Y/N kissed him back with equal intensity, running her fingers through his long hair, pulling it tighter than she intended and getting a slap on her red, sensitive pussy.

Moaning, she grabbed his hard cock and pumped it quickly, while at the same time Sam slid two fingers into her slit and fingered her vigorously. 

She felt herself getting wetter than she thought possible as Sam continued to hit her G-spot.

Unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever he was willing to give her, she let go of his dick and gripped the sheets beneath her, her toes curling in anticipation.

“F-fuck…”

She cried out, collapsed and spilled onto his hand, legs shaking and breathing heavily as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life.

He looked at her in awe before pulling his fingers from her still throbbing pussy, sucking and tasting them with closed eyes.

As soon as Sam opened them, he looked at her before placing both forearms on either side of her head and pushing the head of his cock against her entrance.

He swallowed her moan with his mouth and kissed her hard and deep, letting Y/N taste herself on his tongue.

She responded to the kiss with everything she had and felt him fill her again in one quick thrust.

“God, Y/N, you feel so fucking good.”

Sam groaned, pounding her pussy with deep, hard thrusts. She arched her back and wrapped both legs around his hips. She could feel his dick throbbing deep inside her thanks to this position, and with the feeling that he was close, she clenched tightly around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up good.”

“Yeah, come for me, Sam, please.”

She felt him tremble between her legs, and with three more powerful thrusts he burst inside her, leaving Y/N whimpering as she felt Sam's cum filling her.

His groans echoing through the walls.

Minutes later he stopped in her tight heat, running his fingers along her side, noticing her chest still rising and falling slightly, he leaned down, kissing her swollen lips.

His hand reached for her breast, squeezing and kneading it a few times between his fingers. Then, he let go and stepped out of her warmth.

Y/N shivered at the air hitting her warm skin as Sam put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider and staring at her glistening slit.

She was so fucking beautiful, all spread out for him, just him, and Sam always wondered what it would feel like to have her like that and, fuck, if it wasn't worth it.

So, he couldn't really understand why he hadn't made a move sooner.

As he watched his cum ooze out of her used pussy, Sam moaned, biting his lips, trying to hold on until he couldn't.

“Fuck it…”

He leaned down and licked at her folds, tasting her and himself on Y/N's wet skin.  The moment she felt his tongue, a long moan escaped her lips, so she slipped a hand between her legs and ran her fingers through Sam's hair.

He kept on slurping at her pussy, then slid his tongue into her slit, feeling Y/N instantly buck her hips into his mouth.

She was a quivering mess, lying on the bed with her legs spread and Sam's head between them, not really sure how much longer she could hold out.

But she couldn't help imagining what someone...

No, scratch that.

What would Dean have thought if he had walked in the room just then? What would he have thought, seeing her being fucked by his brother?

Y/N bit down on her lips and closed her eyes as she arched her back, still rocking her hips to indulge Sam's tongue.

She cupped her breasts and promptly pinched the hard nipples, trying to get rid of Dean's image, his hands, his lips, but those green eyes seemed to haunt her everywhere.

“Come for me, Y/N, c’mon.”

“Uhm… can’t.”

“Yes, yes, you can. One more time, c’mon.”

Sam's tongue filled her again as he rubbed his skilled fingers over her clit, and in no time, she could feel the pleasure building again.

Her head was still so full of Dean's image as she came on his little brother's tongue that Y/N had to bite down on her own to keep from moaning the wrong name, which was right there, about to slip past her lips.

He drank all of her juices, only letting her go when it became too much for her, and Y/N's leg immediately collapsed on the bed as she tried to get over her high.

Sam rolled over in the sheets beside her, licking his lips where he could still taste her. He glanced in Y/N's direction with a lazy smile on his face, then caught her lips for one last kiss before getting up to disappear into the bathroom.

Y/N stood still, breathing heavily, and staring at the ajar door. And even if she could still feel the buzzing in her body, she forced herself to get out of bed, ad the reality of what had just happened hit her with full force.

Picking up all her clothes, she dressed as best she could and slipped out of the motel room. Once outside, she leaned against the cool wall, breathing in the night air.

What the fuck had she done?

#nlthreenager #spnkinkevents #tell me a story bingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #supernatural #spn #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn fic #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fic #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #sam winchester #sam winchester fic #sam winchester fanfic #sam winchester fanfiction #reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n

[youchangedmedestiel]

This gif is funny to me because Cas winks at Dean (for the first time I think, well probably Endverse!Cas did too, but it's not the same), and Dean's reaction here is priceless.

Imagine. Just imagine and ignore what Cas says here. What could be going on in Dean's mind based on the faces he makes? Here's an idea:

"Shit, he winks now. Yep, it's the end for me." And then off camera it keeps going, Dean can't stop thinking about it, "I can't resist him if he winks at me like that. Fuck. No no, no fuck. Arghhh. Please send help. Sam is there. Think about something else. Anything. Yes, that's better. No, don't look at him. Shit! He is a dork and so fucking cute and hot, all of that at the same time. How is that even possible? Oh, I'm so gone for him. Cas, please stop. But keep going, I need more."

#destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #human!cas #my beloved #spn 9x09 #Holy Terror #dean loves cas #cas loves dean #they are just flirting here #ficlet? #crack? #canon? #I don't know what that is #what's going on in dean's mind #I really wish I knew though #maybe i'm right #who knows #at least I had fun writing this silly thought #my random thoughts about destiel #destiel gifs

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Backseat Comfort

Summary - Part 11 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - slight angst, mentions of pregnancy, implied smut

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

You don’t know how long you both stand there in silence before Bobby finally cuts in. “Hell, this is childish! You two need to talk like real adults who are planning a future together. If you don’t start talking I’ll lock the pair of you in the panic room until you do. I haven’t seen two hunters, hell I haven’t seen two people so right for each other for a very long time. You two have a chance at something that very few hunters can only ever dream about and I’ll be damned if I watch you let that slip through your fingers because you’re scared!”

You chance a glace at Dean but you notice he’s not looking at you anymore, he’s glaring at Bobby.

“I can’t believe you let her come here in her state! What if a demon had found her while she was driving here?”

“Last I checked she’s a hunter and an adult and can make her own decisions and look after herself. She’s not dying, Dean, she’s pregnant.”

“All the more reason she needs to be more careful,” Dean spits out, his eyes darting at you quickly, “any number of demons would just love to get their hands on the newest Winchester.”

“You think I don’t know that, Dean? You think I’d deliberately put this baby in danger? I was careful! You can’t keep me locked up in our bedroom like some damsel in distress! Especially if you’re gonna walk out on me!”

Dean immediately softens and takes a step closer to you. “I’m sorry for walking out,” he whispers. “I was scared and hurting and I hurt you. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to find a way to make it all better, so you don’t have to worry anymore.”

You close the little gap between you, as you reach for his hand, squeezing softly. “I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry too. I never meant to hurt you, I want to have a family with you, I’m just scared.”

Dean takes advantage of your hand in his and pulls you close and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I know. I promise I won’t walk out like that again. I’m here for you. We’re gonna get through this together. There isn’t much good in this life, but the one good thing I have is you! When I picture myself happy, it’s with you and a couple of little ones running around.”

Tears fill your eyes as you rest your head against Dean’s and melt further into his embrace.

“And the two of you idjits were about to walk out in this?”

You looked over at Bobby and mouthed a “thank you”. 

Bobby left you and Dean alone in the kitchen to supposedly go back to research. The second you’re alone Dean lifts you up as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He rests you on the bench and brings his lips to yours. You pull him closer as his lips trail down your neck. 

“How about we get outta here? The doctor did say sex was fine…” Dean whispers in your ear before pulling your ear lobe between his teeth softly.

“You’re gonna hate my answer.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Dean placed one last passionate kiss on your lips before pulling back and helping you down. 

“You guys better not be getting up to any funny business in my kitchen!”

You giggle and hide your face in Dean’s chest. “Come on, sweetheart. We got work to do.”

“You’re gonna let me help?”

“I’m not gonna take you hunting, but you can read books. In fact, you’re damn good at that, among other things,” he says with a wink.

“You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, maybe, but I’m your dork.”

“Whatever, come on.”

You spend the next few hours making your way through Bobby’s books until your stomach growls. Dean’s hand immediately makes its way to your stomach. “The baby’s hungry, huh?”

You put your hand over Dean’s. “How about you take your baby momma out on a date?”

“You’re so much more than that. But I think I can do that. Bobby, you want us to bring you anything back?”

“Nah, I stocked up already.”

“Alright then. My lady?” Dean says as he stands up and offers his hand to you. You take it and he helps you up. 

“Good luck with the research, Bobby. We’ll be back soon.”

“Have fun, love birds.”

Dean leads you out to Baby and opens the door for you. “So that sweet ride’s yours, huh?”

“I may have borrowed it…”

“It suits you. Although-“

“Baby’s still my favourite.”

“Good. I plan on spending some time with you in her this afternoon.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m a gentleman though, so food first.”

He drives to a diner, picking up two burgers, fries, and pie. And then drives out to a remote field. You enjoy the food in the comfort of the Impala with some soft rock music filling the space. 

“I can’t believe you’re letting me eat fried food.”

“The second you start to feel sick you let me know.”

“I will.”

Once you finish eating you both get out and go for a walk around the field hand-in-hand. When you get back to the car Dean lifts you up onto the hood and kisses you. “Please just don’t tell me to stop this time.”

“Deal.”

“Thank god,” he breathes out as he kisses down your neck. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer as your hands file through his hair. 

“Dean...”

“I know, come on,” he says as he lifts you up and carries you around to the back seat and lays you down. He climbs in on top of you, holding his weight up on his forearms. This was far from the first time the two of you had ended up squished together in the back seat of this car. You’d learnt how to manipulate the space well. You push his flannel off his shoulders as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt. As he pushes your shirt up his fingers splay out over your stomach. You help take your shirt off the rest of the way as he kisses down your stomach. You file your fingers through his hair pushing him down to where you need him most. But he resists and sits up.

“This feels wrong. The last time we were together we were fighting. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Dean, baby. Please. You begged me not to stop you, so now don’t you stop on me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have I ever had a problem saying no to you before?”

“I guess not.”

“We do need to talk, Dean. But I know we will do that later. Right now though, I need you to get back over here and finish what you started.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dean lays back on top of you attaching his lips to yours as he reaches around and unclasps your bra. As he kisses his way along your jaw towards your neck he whispers, “you’re so sexy when you’re bossy.”

“In that case…stop teasing and put that sexy face between my legs already.”

He groans against your neck before following your orders.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You lay on Dean’s bare chest catching your breath and calming down, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on your back. After a while, you decide to break the comfortable silence. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you about Sam suspecting the pregnancy, and for talking to him instead of you about my fears. It’s no excuse but I really just didn’t want to hurt you. Ever since I told you and we took that first test you’ve been really optimistic and I needed that. But I also needed to talk about my fears, and I was worried if I told you, you’d lose your optimism.”

You feel Dean nod above you before he reaches down to turn your gaze towards his face. “I get it, sweetheart, I do. I’m sorry for overreacting, I just … It hurt, you know? Especially just the thought of you not wanting this baby as much as I do. Even though, I know your reasons are valid.”

“It’s not that I don’t want it, I’m just scared.”

“I get that now, and I’m scared too. How could I not be? Most people I care about end up dead and I’m terrified of putting you or our child in danger or losing you. I’m only optimistic in our little bubble.”

“We’ll find a way. Even if we have to stay in the bunker. And if they’re brought up the way you and Sam were, it’s not the end of the world. The two of you ended up great men.”

“You promised. I can’t bring this child up a hunter, I won’t. Sam and I aren’t fine. We’re messed up beyond repair. I have nightmares almost every night, especially when I’m not with you. I don’t want our child to drink just to function, the way I do. If we’re gonna do this, I want better for them.”

“I know, so do I. But, I’m just saying I’d rather raise them and keep them safe in this life than try to pretend it’s all fine and then have them end up injured or dead. I don’t want to bury or burn my own child, Dean.”

“Nor do I. I just wish our lives were different.”

“But then I may not have ever met you. And that would be tragic. I love you, Dean Winchester. We’re gonna get through this together, you’ve been saying that all along and I believe you.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A couple of hours later you’re sitting on Bobby’s couch. The men each have a beer in their hand while you’re stuck sipping on a soda. Dean’s free hand is drawing patterns on your thigh, while he no doubt reminisces on your earlier endeavours. You rest your head on his shoulder and start to doze off. 

“Looks like I should get this one up to bed.”

“Not quite the stamina you’re used to huh? Surviving on three to four hours of sleep a week.”

“She’s got plenty of stamina, believe me. But yeah, she does need more sleep now. And I gotta say I'm kinda glad about it. She needed an excuse to slow down.”

“I’ve talked to her about the whole thing. What’s your take on this new chapter? I see you proposed.”

“Yeah, it was an impulse thing. I love her of course. But I know marriage is off the table, I’m legally dead. But it’s a symbol. A promise. I want a future with her whatever it takes. I didn’t expect we’d be starting down the path quite so soon, but we’ll figure it out.”

“I’ve never met many people that end up with their soulmate. I believe your parents were. And if I had to place bets, I’d say you two are too.”

“I want to believe that.”

“With everything else, we’ve seen, why not? You both deserve something good. Anyway, you should get her up to bed, and get some sleep yourself while you can.”

“Yeah, alright, Bobby. Night.” 

Dean placed his beer and your soda on the side table before leaning down to pick you up bridal style and carrying you up to bed. Once he lays you down he helps you out of your boots and jeans so you’re more comfortable. He then strips down himself and climbs into the bed beside you wrapping you up in his arms. You snuggle closer and place a light kiss on his chest before drifting back off to sleep.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[im-not-a-l0ser]

Okay, I want to talk about the Trans Richie headcannon. I'm not going to say anything bad about it, this is just some ideas and opinions about it, regarding it as canon.

I like the idea that if Richie and/or Trevor were trans, they'd be given an alliterative name set originally. Like Richie and Rachel, Trevor and Tracey, or Samantha and Sabrina; something like that. And then when one or both changed their names, they were so relieved that their names didn't start with the same letter anymore. Maybe they even hated it so much that they'd like... go by Chel, CeCe, Sam and Rina. Shit like that, that'd be so funny.

I would really like to see a show about how they grew up. As much as I don't know how to feel about a cis person playing a trans character, I also wouldn't want Richie played by anyone else— *the idea of Jae Hughes as Richie* Okay, that'd actually be pretty sick, and you could have both Trevor and Richie on stage without Jon having to do a bunch of quick changes, or prerecordings, and you could even have them on stage at the same time, but YOU GET WHAT I'M SAYING! Anyway, I think it'd be really neat to have a song of Richie post-transition and Richie pre-transition singing about how they feel out of place, or how they have this secret that they have to keep, pre-trans not being out at all, and post-trans having transitioned in stealth mode. It'd be cook to see 'her' looking in a mirror or something, seeing post-trans Richie there because that's what they want to be. Some fuckin' reflection from Mulan shit, y'know?

Maybe it's just that I want to see Her as a musical, maybe that's my problem... I mean, now I'm thinking about it, and I'm right. I want that so fucking bad. Like, just imagine that for me, will you? I keep specifically imagining a scene of Jeri and Jerry berating 'her' for being too masculine as a song— I'm sorry, I'm being such a dork.

If Jon Matteson did a stream where he read trans richie headcannons and fics, I would fucking cry, especially if Her was included, since I'm very proud of it thus far.

I need like... a 5+1 fic of Richie coming out to people, I'd love that.

I forgot any other thing I wanted to say, just give me a second.

Oh, okay, here we go. I like to think that Richie is a cosplayer (my sister disagrees with me, so I know that some people don't agree) but I like to think that him cosplaying masc characters is one of the things that helped him realise his identity. This has nothing to do with the fact that after I started cosplaying TSS I got more masc and embraced that side of me, I don't know what you're talking about.

I wonder what Jon Matteson (and Will Branner, and everyone else) thinks about Childhood Friend Michie, not even them together romantically. Bc like, I fully understand not understanding that ship; I don't fully understand it myself, despite literally shipping it. But them as childhood friends? It almost makes too much sense, whether or not Max knows Richie is trans. Either way, you can make it make sense in some regard. I particularly like how @24-guy handled it in their trans richie story, but I won't spoil that for you (that's also their user name on ao3)

I think that's all I got for now, maybe I'll make a part two when I'm on a proper dose of adderall that actually does anything for me.

#my dad accidentally ordered the wrong dose so now i might as well not be taking it #it might even be making me worse idek #anyway #if jon matteson sees this im gonna cry #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #trans richie lipschitz #trans trevor lipschitz #trevor lipschitz #npmd headcannons #-her- #me geeking over my own story for more than i should

[sillystardew]

Hi! I’m really new to the Stardew fandom (just started playing this year) and am so smitten by Shane it’s ridiculous. I love the fluffy things you’ve written so far <3

Was wondering if you’d write something about the farmer repairing the holes in Shane’s jacket. Like sewing little chicken patches or patches of random fabric to fix the holes.

Could maybe extend the prompt to the other bachelors (farmer fixing something small of theirs that they use daily) but I’d be so satisfied with just Shane <3

Keep up the wonderful writing! I’d love to read your fic in AO3 when it’s out!

Ahh tysm! I’m really glad people are liking the things i write, it’s actually been helping me practice a lot more than i used to!!

It’s such a cute idea to be like “hey i can fix that for ya :)” and the romanceables just being so amazed that the farmer can do literally anything?? Anyway i did this with Shane, Elliott and Sam bc i love this prompt soooo much

Gender neutral reader 🦇

Shane

-Shane is a sucker for little details. He loves those iron-on patches (and definitely puts some of them on Jas’ clothes) but beyond that, he’s too afraid to mess his clothes up even further, so he kind of just leaves the rest of it alone.

-If you offer to sew up his Joja jacket, he’s a little hesitant. Its one of his number-one comfort items and he doesn’t want to risk it getting ruined, but the second you say you can probably also remove the joja logo, he’s on board.

-He specifically asks you not to mess with the holes in the pockets because he likes fiddling with them when he’s just standing around

-He assumed you would just sew the holes closed, but when he sees that you’ve also put little patches on it, he literally gasps

“is that a fucking junimo?”

-The Joja logo is replaced with a little chicken and he just kind of stares at it for a while

-Tbh he doesn’t wash it for a few weeks afterwards because he’s really scared the stitching will come undone and he doesn’t want to make you sew it up again

-He’s embarrassed because he feels like he shouldn’t be this excited over a beat up old jacket. Save this man

Sam

-Like shane, he loves iron-on patches. He probably doesn’t have a single jacket or hoodie that doesn’t have one or two. He doesn’t consider himself particularly outdoorsy, but he is a skater, so most of his clothes are pretty roughed up

-Idk if you guys have noticed but his jacket in the game is just as bad as Shanes, if not WORSE. How have these two managed to literally destroy their clothes. Is Joja forcing them to roll in gravel

-Anyway, he’s stoked when you offer to fix up his clothes. His mom pesters him about “looking at least a *little* presentable” so he’s just glad to finally be able to wear his jacket in peace

-He thinks it’s literally so cool. He’s dumbfounded. “Where did you learn how to do that????” Sam. Sammy. There are so many tutorials online

-He really wants to ask you if you know how to embroider something on his guitar strap but he’s too nervous

Elliott

-He looooves embroidery, and there’s something so wonderful about the sentimental value of sewing an old piece of clothing back to it’s original form

-He’s the type of guy to cry over those videos where people have their really old stuffed animals + blankets remade with the old material still inside

-A lot of his clothes are actually really old. He and Leah go thrifting in the city every once in a while (you CANNOT tell me those two don’t go to goodwill..) I think Leah and Emily are pretty good friends, so by extension, Emily has fixed a few of Elliott’s thrifting finds

-If you offer to fix up any scuffs you see or offer to embroider something he’s just like “you would do that?? For me???”

-He loves sentimental things like this so sometimes he’ll just run his fingers along the seam and smile like a dork to himself. He’s soooo *explodes*

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew headcanon #stardew shane #stardew elliott #stardew sam #my writing

[hungrydogs-if]

Just got recc'ed this game today and YEAH I can't wait to read now. Saw that cute lil short of the VP with Angel's daughter and now I have to know-

The ROs (maybe early crush stage?) reactions to seeing an intimidating (at least visually) VP being kind and entertaining a passing kid with a soft smile on their face like with card tricks or cats cradle or something?

So looking forward to making my VP!!!

people get this game rec'd to them? i- 🥺👉👈 thank you love, i can't wait to get a proper, meaty demo out for y'all!

now, my inability to react properly to compliments aside, here's something i'm marginally better at: some reaction writing!

dane would feel that warm, fuzzy feeling of affection that comes with seeing one's crush best friend do something that makes them light up. of course he's well aware that at the end of the day, the mc - even if they look and/or act intimidating - is very much human. he'd stand there in muted adoration with a goofy little smile on his face and eventually call them a dork.

mona would be keeping an eye out for threats, as she usually is. but the distraction proves too tempting, and she lowers her guard to watch, a soft smile on her lips. knowing her, she would encourage the mc to show their best tricks, and get the child all hyped up for the show while she secretly basks in the peaceful expression on the mc's face.

sam loves card tricks, so they're just as transfixed on those as they are on the sight of the mc looking anything but a rugged criminal. they'd probably blurt out that they didn't know the mc could look so serene, instead of the terrifying visage they used to be so scared of. after that they'd quickly hide the blush and sheepishly ask for more tricks.

thirteen is bad at expressing any outward emotion, so they'd just... stand there. staring. it's a bit creepy sure, but they're paying very close attention; everything from how the way mc's eyes look softer, how their tone shifts to make the kid feel safe, to the miniscule changes in posture and stance. they'd be captivated by it, intrigued and in a bit of awe.

and angel, they'd be skeptical at first. it's in their nature to be suspicious of the mc no matter what they do, but the stone-cold detective might just crack when the kid laughs. it'd raise confusing feelings, contradicting ones, as they - to their horror - slowly start to realize that they enjoy seeing the mc outside the rigid bubble the san maro pd has placed them in.

#asks. #dane. #mona. #sam. #thirteen. #angel. #queenbol #it's 4am pls excuse any grammatical errors

[theplanetprince]

Some more dash and a-lister posts that technically aren't canon but I feel like should be.

-Sam before her goth phase used to actually have playdates with Dash and Paulina because of parental obligation things. They all have a mutual understanding to never bring this up.

-they were the kids that had elaborate/cursed pretend barbie soap operas.

-dash stopped hanging around the girls in like the 5th grade, and this kick started Sam's joker phase bc of this "betrayal."

-Paulina's family bought a bunch of possibly haunted furniture from Ghostwriter's estate sale -- it has the side effect of giving her weird dreams and chronic head aches, but damn that chaise lounge looks killer.

-i full hearted believe that Dash if given enough time would have become the phantom's team medic. And when asked why he was such a jackass freshman year he would say "its because it's infinitely easier to hurt people than to fix them."

-on top of the cutesy band aids and teddy bear collection, Dash has a pink DS as well as other stuff like this. Its genuinely his favorite color, mostly because it's practical-- you can see it really easily, he knows no one else on the football team would have pink stuff-- ten percent because it looks good on him.

-Dash is Sidney Poindexter's Nephew. Sidney Poindexter was Dash's Father's brother.

-Same thread I think it would be funny if Star was distantly related to Young Blood- explaining her childish traits.

-Kwan's family owns a liquor store or some other small business in town. I say liquor store because it would be really funny to have a store called "Amity Park Spirits."

-Kwan's dad I feel like would be friends with Jack. Or at the very least Kwan's dad is friendly with Jack.

-Kwan is extremely different around strangers versus his real friends. Kwan is formal and courteous with strangers whereas his friendship Dash allows them both to indulge in their worst traits.

-Kwan and Val are Exs but are still really good friends, because no one can resist Kwan's charms. No one.

-Paulina and Dash love horror movies, Kwan can't stand them.

-Kwan is actually just a big of a coward as Dash maybe bigger but his fear response is to freeze, instead of run.

-Paulina, Dash, and Star try to keep up with the Phantom and ghost stuff-- while Kwan and Wes sound like those guys who can't tell celebrities apart.

-Kwan and Wes-- underrated dynamic I feel. Absolute Sunshine Child with the crustiest little guy.

-Wes only looks short in comparison to the others but being the basketball dork he still towers over the phantom trio. Though Paulina and Star don't let him get a big head about it-- they wear heels to dwarf him.

-Wes and Tucker are on the school paper together. Half because Wes is stalking them, half because he wants to perfect the craft of writing the perfect roast. Tucker despite thinking Wes is a total clown show often works with him on assignments.

#txt #danny phantom #dp #Dash Baxter #medic dash #kwan byun ji #Paulina Sanchez #Star Robinson #tales from the voorhees #wes weston #Sam mansion #Tucked Foley