#sam mcdonald x reader

[artemisthewh0re]

Hii! I was wondering if you could do a smut fic about Sam McDonald where the reader is a Fitzgerald sister and they have a secret relationship? For the smut can you do a dom Sam with some choking and some name calling like Daddy/Slut/Whore?

A/N: I'm so fucking sorry this took my a million years to write and I'm sorry that it's short!!! School has been beating my ass but I'm almost finished thank god.

Sam McDonald x Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub, protected piv sex, fingering

Saturday evenings spent with your boyfriend usually consisted of one of three things: working, smoking, or sex. Today was a working day for your boyfriend Sam. He whips around the little greenhouse watering and fertilizing his plants, both the legal and illegal ones. You lay passively on his bed watching him care for his plants.

“Babe, come take a break,” you whine, stretching out your hand towards him.

“I'm busy,” Sam calls from across the room.

You let out a annoyed sigh before turning away from him and sulking. An idea pops into your head and you quickly pull out your flip phone. The clicking of the keypad fills the quiet room as you press random buttons before putting it to your ear.

“Hey Rodney,” you squeal in an obnoxiously girly voice. You can feel Sam staring at the back of your head, so you roll onto your back. “Yeah, I'm not doing anything just hanging out with friends.”

Sam loudly scoffs at the word and you can't help but smile at his jealousy. “You want to go to the mall? Sure, I can do that,” you say, twirling your hair with your index finger.

Your boyfriend storms over to the bed, grabbing your phone and yelling, “She's got a boyfriend dick!” He looks down realizing that you never called anyone to begin with. Sam glares at you for a moment, but you give him a goofy smile that makes him finally relent. He hunches over to give you a peck on the lips, but you pull him onto the small bed instead. You quickly wrap your limbs around him in a bear hug before he can say no.

“I hate this,” Sam protests as you squeeze him tighter.

You place a kiss on the top of his wavy brown hair, moving down to his forehead, to his cheek, to his plush lips. Sam's lips feel soft to the touch and taste like the strawberry lip balm you had gifted him. The kisses are long and slow, taking your time to deepen each one. Your grip around him loosens and you moves for hands to his hair. Sam's hand moves down your body, coyly slipping into your jeans.

A breathy moan escapes from your lips as you feel the tips of his fingers graze over your sensitive bud. Your cheeks feel feverish as Sam dips his fingers inside of you.

“Such a slut, getting wet for whoever touches you,” Sam whispers against your collarbone.

“Only for you baby,” you say quietly through suppressed moans.

“Only for who?”

“Only for you Daddy.”

The pace of Sam's fingers intensifies with every thrust. They glide through your slick folds with ease. Soft moans fall from your lips, getting heavier by the second. You roll your hips into Sam's palm, but he pulls his hand away before you can feel the added friction.

“C'mon please, I need more Daddy,” you beg. Sam's hands roam from your pussy to your thighs, roughly squeezing them with little care. He pulls closer so your ass is flush with his jeaned crotch.

“What do you need?” Sam teases through gritted teeth. His growing bulge feels warm against your exposed pussy.

“I need your cock inside of me so bad, Daddy.”

The tight grip on your thighs relaxes as your boyfriend unzips his jeans to reveal his boxers already stained in precum. Your mouth practically waters at the sight and your cunt throbs in anticipation. His length is stained a rosy pink tint from the pent up pressure of his erection. Sam's eyes dart to your naked cunt as he puts on a condom, slowly dragging his thumb over the tip.

“Please,” is all you say before your boyfriend is fully on top of you. His cock buries itself deep inside your wetness. Your nails etch into the flesh of Sam's small but toned biceps.

“This fucking pussy, all sloppy and wet for me. You let just anyone fuck this pussy, you little slut?”

“No Daddy, only you,” you stutter out your words with each hard plunge inside you.

“I can't hear you, what was that?” Sam mocks your words, bringing his hips impossibly closer to yours. The slapping of skin fills the dead air as your brain attempts to make a sentence.

“Only you, only you, only you,” you gasp between moans.

Your whole body scoots up and down the rickety bed with each rhytmic thrust of Sam's hips, hitting every angle imaginable inside you. His lips graze the shell of your ear but instead of saying words he lets out a cascade of short whimpers. This practically sends you over the edge with your orgasm.

You didn't ask for permission to finish, but for a brief moment Sam doesn't care. An exclamation of “fuck,” is followed by your boyfriend's hips quickly and sloppily rutting into yours, spilling his seed into the condom. You catch your breath for the first time and attempt to move from Sam's softened grip.

“Where do you think you're going? Did I say you could go? You came without my permission and I don't take that lightly.” Sam's already brown eyes darken towards you.

“Yes Daddy.”

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[fallingforel]

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE

(also known as fallingforel masterlist)

for the moment requests are on hold until otherwise, feel free to still send them and will get to them when I find the balance. Arabella is taking priority at the moment. 

prompt list.

THE 1975 

MATTY HEALY

SERIES: arabella   

life long friend of the 1975 y/n meets alex turner on a night out the same alex turner who writes a song about you, turns out hes not the only one writing songs cause mattys been doing the same thing since 14. What happens when you find out?

ROSS MACDONALD 

none yet. requests are welcome

GEORGE DANIEL 

none yet. requests are welcome

ALEX TURNER 

SERIES: Arabella

life long friend of the 1975 y/n meets alex turner on a night out the same alex turner who writes a song about you, turns out hes not the only one writing songs cause mattys been doing the same thing since 14. What happens when you find out?

prompt 98 (fluff)

prompt 53 (fluff)

prompt 3 (angst to fluff)

reading festival (fluff)

enemies to lovers (fluff smut and angst)

SAM FENDER

morning after (fluff)

12 DAYS OF PROMPTMAS

⋆｡°✩ people who i no longer write for ⋆｡°✩

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[cameronspecial]

Traitor

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Drew and Y/N have different tastes in food and he is hoping that Sam will have the same taste as him.

Masterlist

Drew loves that Y/N can stay at home to take care of their three-year-old. She was a little hesitant when she suggested quitting her job to do so, but she wasn’t satisfied with her work and she needed some time to think about an alternate career choice. It turns out, that being at home with their son is where she finds fulfillment and Drew is so happy that his wife is finally happy with what she is doing. It allows her to cook more which she loves to do, especially since she is a picky and high-maintenance eater. Y/N can sometimes come off as a food snob because she sometimes has the standards of food that is homemade or expensive; however, it comes with the territory of being the daughter of a chef, who insists on practically making every meal for his family. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t let her family eat fast food or store-bought snacks; she is a victim of eating McDonald’s or goldfish in her car like everyone else. She simply prefers making her macaroni and cheese with gruyere, asiago and fontina cheese. Or she would rather eat a sausage with mashed potatoes than an American hot dog. If there is one thing that reminds Rafe of the different social classes that he and his wife grew up in, it would be the food she now cooks for him. While the meals she cooks are exquisite, he is so grateful she isn’t one of those parents who doesn’t allow the family to eat anything processed because that means he can introduce Sam to his favourite childhood snack. 

Y/N has finally given Drew the go-ahead to let Sam try an uncrustable. He understands he had to wait so long to share this experience with his son because peanut butter is a choking hazard for children under four. He hopes his toddler will love them as much as he does. Drew tried to share his favourite snack with the love of his wife; however, she said they just tasted like a regular sandwich. It disappointed him a little. He even bought the Nutella version of an uncrustable because she hates peanut butter. 

“Sammy, lunch,” Drew calls to his son, placing the plate with two sandwiches and vegetables onto the table. Rapid thudding approaches the dining room and the father points to the bathroom. The little boy sighs and turns to go wash his hands. After rewashing his hands while singing the alphabet, Sam jumps into the chair in excitement. His grin drops at the sight of the circular bread in front of him. He spots the same food on his dad’s plate and watches the older man eat it with a smile. Not sure what to make of the new food, the four-year-old hesitantly picks up the uncrustable and sniffs it. “What this?” he questions, holding the sandwich out to his dad. Drew takes another bite out of his food, “That, Sammy, is a peanut butter and jelly uncrustable. Try it. You’ll like it.” The boy looks uncertain, yet still does as his father advises. The smile doesn’t turn into a grin as he chews on the food. In fact, his mouth turns into disgust and he places his lunch onto the plate, pushing it toward Drew. “Yucky,” he complains, reaching to nibble on a carrot. The actor frowns, “Come on, you only had one bite. Why don’t you take another?” As Sam considers the question, his mother comes in with a brie, apple and turkey sandwich. This piques his interest and he makes a grabby motion towards the fancier food. Not one to deny her child lunch, she slides her plate over and both parents observe as he devours half of the sandwich. 

Y/N can see a pout on her husband’s face and pulls him in so his head is against her chest. “He’s a little traitor,” Drew grumbles, picking up his son's unfinished snack to finish. She giggles, “I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe you can have this bonding experience with our next child.” He jerks away from her, staring her dead in the eyes to make sure he understands what she is hinting at. 

“We are going to have another baby?”

“We are going to have another baby.”

He cheers at the confirmation and picks her up, spinning her around before they both get dizzy. “I can feel it. I’m going to be fighting this baby for the last uncrustable. I can feel it,” he predicts with his hand on her stomach. She brushes his hair off his forehead, “I bet they will and then you wouldn’t be surrounded by traitors.”

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[padscomm]

quiet

part 2 of jealousy?

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors!

a/n: check out my Wattpad fr, it's ikvor_

tara · @ tarafilms

; tara

y/n?

who are you jealous offf

please tell me

I'm also curious

like the other's:((

; y/n

I'm sorryy, i can't tell you

it's not like I don't trust you tar

it's js stopping me from

telling youuu

; tara

c'mon bb, we've been friends

since like, years nowww

and you don't tell me who you are jealous of:((

I'm gonna be sad

; y/n

I'm sorryy, but I cannot tell you hehe

I promise, i trust you but i cannot tell youu

; tara

but you told ethan, and anika

not me?:(

I'm sad now

; y/n

sorryy tar, I promise

I do trust you but, I just cannot..

nevermind

tara looked at the message y/n sent, she sighed, sadly smashing her head on her pillow. thinking that she made a mistake.

timeskip wherein sam and tara goes to McDonald's, to bond with their friends.

while at McDonald's, you and tara sat next to each other. not talking, and ignoring eye contacts. Tara was probably sulking at you, since you didn't tell her about the person you were jealous of.

you brushed it off and listened to music, leaning your head onto the window. “look’s like someone doesn't have a partner here.” Mindy jokes.

you didn't hear anything, and continued listening to music. the food arrived, and the only thing you order was a coke float.

even if you didn't eat anything for the whole day, you pretty much didn't care. while the other's were talking, you were take a sip on your coke float watching videos of jessii vee’s urban legends.

tara noticed how quiet you were, she wasn't used to you being quiet. since you were quite a talkative person, but she was trying to be cold towards you.

you took your headphones off, finally. and heard tara and chad flirting, since tara is next to you and on her side was chad. the both of them flirted, it felt like you were a ghost to her.

they started shipping chad and tara together, which made your heart shatter. but you held it in, and played along with their jokes. you sucked in your tear's.

“uhm.. i gotta go. my tita auntie is already finding me, bye." you waved a goodbye, and stormed out of McDonald's. tears falling off your face, it hurt's seeing tara and chad flirting with each other.

but you knew, if you would've distanced yourself from tara for quite awhile, it was for the better.

the rain started pouring on you, your day was getting worser and worser.

walking home, in the rain, tears streaming down your face.

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[b00inazkaban]

MASTERLIST #2

Navigation!

Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

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Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

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☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

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☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

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☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

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☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

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☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

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[smrsxx]

Jitterbug | Bayverse!Optimus Prime x fem!human!reader

Pairing : Bayverse!Optimus Prime x fem!human!reader ( she is Sam's younger sister )

Summary : At first she was the exact same as her brother Sam , but after some tragic events she became a little bit distant . But when he came - she was confused . She did not know how to react when she realized that she loved him . When him and the Autobots landed on the Planet Earth , he expected humans like Sam to be intrigued by them , what he did not expect was to fall in love for a certain girl with bright blue eyes.

Tw : mental health issues , diagnosis of illness , angsty feelings , a very concerned Ratchet , confused Optimus , parents stupidity , but fluff at the end.

English is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes please just bare with me .

Ps : I got away with this one because OPTIMUS DESERVES SOME LOVE , but I really enjoyed it so I hope you do too .

Edit : I think it is so bad for some reason . Some people will say that the song does not fit with the imagine , but I think it is better this way .

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Let's just say that your first encounter with the Autobots was not like you've imagined it to be .

Not that you've ever imagined about meeting extremely tall and big aliens that can turn into cars .

You've never imagined that you'll fall in love for the leader of the Autobots when you first saw him either .

It was a cold night in the early days of October when you and your older brother Sam got into a really big fight .

Things got even worse when your parents came upstairs to calm you both , but instead of doing that they intervened and the situation escalated .

From arguing with your brother about something that you both forgot after a while , to both be arguing with your parents about literally anything .

Their criticism about Sam's progress in school that was not so good , how you were being a not so helpful person because of your mental health issues .

" How much more oblivious can you both be ? Sam do you even realise how much money we are going to spend for your college if you do not graduate form High School with at least decent grades ? "

Your father had told your brother , but he did not answered .

He believes that in situations likes this one - silence is the best option.

But when your mother turned to you . . . Sam saw red .

" And you Y/N haven't we spent enough money for your therapy ? Buying pills every God damn month ? It happened long ago , you should have been able to forget it by now . I mean , it is like you are doing it on purpose ."

He immediately grabbed your right wrist and dragged you out of your house .

Your parents yelling at you to come back at the house immediately or else -

That is how you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere eating McDonald's and drinking coffee inside his car .

Dad bought him a yellow Camaro with black details a couple of days ago , but he was experiencing some weird problems with it .

The most common one - the radio turned all the time on its own .

You loved it .

And so did Sam that night .

The radio was playing some funny jokes to help you both forget the ugly situation back at the house .

Uncontrollably laughing you did not hear a big track changing its form to a 22ft alien robot .

Optimus Prime thought that Bumblebee was still into his alt - form just because he enjoyed it .

The thing is that Bee was so happy that you both were laughing at the jokes , that he did not even noticed his leader looking down at him .

" Mother of Primus . Are you even listening to to me ? " Optimus Prime asked a little louder this time and Bee frozed in his spot .

When Optimus realized that Bee had passengers inside the car he left a breath he did not know he was holding .

Bee opened his doors slowly telling you to get out before he could change into his original form .

Both you and Sam were shocked beyond repair .

Bee was looking down embarrassed when Optimus kneeled on the ground to take a better look at you - both .

Coming close to your faces he asked :

" Are you Samuel Witwicky descedant of Archibald Witwicky?"

" Yeah . " Sam had answered holding at you like a teddy bear .

" My name is Optimus Prime . We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron . "

" But you can call us Autobots for short . " Another one said .

Where did he come from ?

" What's cracking little biches ? This looks like a cool place to kick it . " Another one asked .

You heard yourself silently laughing .

" My first lieutenant the designating Jazz . " You heard Optimus deep voice saying .

" How you learnde to talk like that ? " Sam asked smiling .

" We learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web . " Optimus answered while looking at you .

Shocked by his piercing blue eyes , you did not realised that another bot had said that your levels were unstable and your body was asking for some rest .

Sam looked worryingly at you .

" And you are ? " Optimus asked you .

" Huh ? " You asked him lost in his eyes .

" She is my younger sister Y/N . " Sam had answered for you .

Suddenly you heard George Michael's voice in Bee's speakers .

" You put the boom - boom into my heart

" You send my soul hig - sky

" When your lovin' starts "

Ratchet the medical's officer had stoped Bee with what it seems to be a laser .

Optimus tried to save you both from embarrassed when he properly introduced to Sam that Bee was his guardian .

And while Ironhide and Jazz were both not interested in the conversation , Ratchet decided to tell his leader that you needed a guardian too .

He offered to become yours so he can have you close by his side since of your unstable health levels but Optimus decided otherwise .

__________

Ratchet was never more anxious and afraid in his whole entire robotic life .

After their first encounter with you and your brother , he soon realized that Sam was the type of guy that tried to fing good in every bad situation . He was alaways happy and funny . Laughing at everything him and Bee did .

You on the other side were more close , introvert , sometimes you spent to many hours of the day alone , you had sleepless nights , you found peace in listening to 80's and 90's music in your earphones .

And of course he had realized that you and Optimus - your guardian had a think for each other .

Everyone seemed to know except you two .

Although after the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons you reached your breaking point .

__________

Anxiety and panic attacks , insomnia , sleepless nights , nightmares , constant fight with your parents , Sam's abstinence , Ratchet's healt questions , Bee's teasing about you and Optimus - Optimus .

You can not lie .

You two were closer that anyone else .

Ironhide believed that your bond was even stronger that the one of Sam and Bee's .

You loved him - more that n just love actually .

You could not imagine your life without the big bot .

And when one day were you were at your worst , Optimus did not returned home that night chasing after some Decepticons , you thought that he was dead .

Only Sam knew why .

You left the compound that night crying and when Optimus returned and did not found you , he knew that he was in deep trouble .

Sam told everyone the truth .

One year ago you had lost forever your bestfriend right in front of your eyes .

The memory was just too much for you and you slowly started getting depressed .

When the therapist diagnosed you with it it was too late you were already deep within it .

Sam told Optimus that you liked him .

And after that Optimus knew what he had to do .

__________

You heard the big truck coming to a stop and after a couple of seconds the sounds of Optimus changing from his alt - form .

" Are you alright Jitterbug ? " Optimus Prime asked you coming closer to you .

Jitterbug . . .

The nickname Optimus had given you after he found out that the song Bee used was your favorite .

Wake my up before you go by Wham!

Your silence made him even more worried .

"Sam told us what is going on and I wanted to say that . . .

I'm sorry Y/N .

If I realized sooner maybe I could have find a way to help you . " He said .

" It's not your fault Optimus . " You finally said to him , voice hoarse from crying .

When you looked up at him - even in the dark night sky he could see your red eyes .

Oh Sweetspark . . . he thought .

He placed his left servo on the ground near you .

After a couple of seconds you hopen up while he was briging you closer to his face .

" Y/N I would like to confess something to you that I hope it will not jeopardize the relationship with have build up . Sam told me - " Before he could complete whatbhe wanted to say you interrupted him .

" Did Sam told you that I like you ? " You asked , tears already building in your eyes .

" Is it not true ? " Optimus asked you .

" No it's not like that . Look you are Optimus Prime . You are a Prime . The leader of the Autobots . And I'm me . Just me . " You said . Taking it of your chest .

" That doesn't meen anything Y/N you humans have helped us with so much that we can call your planet Earth home . And in my home your in too . I am willing to help you get through your pain my Sweetspark . " He confessed to you .

" I thought I was your Jitterbug . " You said to him while placing your hands to his face plate pressing your lips in his dermas .

He stared in your blue eyes , the ones he grew to love so much .

" What do you think about going back to the compound ? It's about to rain and it's a long drive . " He said and slowly he transformed back to his al - form placing you inside his cabin .

" Can you please put our song ? " Your sweet voice asked him and he for sure did it with happiness .

Wake me up before you go by Wham! was playing .

Your song .

__________

" Y/N your back . Is everything okay ? " Your older brother Sam asked you once he saw you .

" I am going to kill you . " You said to him while running to catch him .

Sam started to scream for help while Bee and Jazz seem to enjoy the moment .

" Primus . What is going on ? " Ironhide asked Optimus but before he could answer Ratchet showed up .

" Well at least her levels indicate that she is doing better . Someone save Sam , his stress levels are duplicated .

__________

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New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x Female Reader

Warnings: None This is Pure Fluff

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO I kinda want a part two

I just moved into my new apartment complex. It's nice. Clean. Quiet. And it's mostly filled with actors and actresses so the people that live here are rarely home anyway.

I'm a writer. So, I'm always home.

I sit in my apartment, turn on my ambiance lamp, have my record player on a constant rotation of my favorite tunes, and then have my cup of tea.

I will sit there and write for hours on end. If all goes well, I will have written a page and a half during those hours.

I never said I was a good writer. I'm speaking from experience.

One day I was getting home late. (I was sitting at Mcdonald's for two hours just reordering a large fry with a large Dr. Pepper.) I had just stepped out of the elevator and I heard the apartment door next to mine open and then close.

My neighbor was finally home.

For as long as I'd lived here, they had never been home. I've lived here for two years.

I set my giant Dr. Pepper cup on the counter along with my keys and wallet. I turned on my lamp and record player.

I turned it up on full volume like I have been doing for the past two years. I sat down at my desk and started to write about the people I was staring at in McDonald's. Then I heard three knocks at my door.

Quite loudly too if I must say.

"Jeez, I'll be right there!" I yelled as I ran over to the door to answer it.

I opened the door and I shit you not the guy standing there looked like that Billy Dunne fella from that Amazon show I was watching late last night.

"Excuse me, but do you mind turning that down? I'm trying to run lines and we have thin walls," He said as I just stood there and stared at him.

"Are you-" "Yes, I am the man from the tv. Now, do you mind turning that down?" He said in a grumpy old man tone that made me roll my eyes and go to turn it off.

I left the front door open and when I went back over to it, he was gone. So I shut the door and did what any sane person would do, I googled him.

'Main guy from Daisy Jones show'

Sam Claflin. Okay, so I googled something else.

'Sam Claflin movies'

So I watched some.

Okay, I watched all of them. Plus, I finished all of Daisy Jones and started Peaky Blinders.

A few days later, I realized I hadn't written anything for days. I'd been sitting on the couch ordering food to my door and only getting up to use the restroom or answer the door.

I decided to cool it on the Sam Claflin marathon. I got up and took a shower. I then deep-cleaned my whole apartment.

I finally decided to write something. So, I set up my lamp and my record player. I may or may not have forgotten about my neighbor, Sam Claflin.

I started writing and then I heard three distinct knocks at the door. It's funny how I can tell it's his knocks already.

I opened the front door and smiled up at the tall gentleman in front of me. "Hello, Sam Claflin. Would you like for me to turn down the music again?"

"Yes, I- Did you google me?" He asked as I nodded proudly. "I did as a matter of fact. I also watched your whole discography."

"What? No, you didn't. That would have taken you a matter of days."

"I did actually. I'm a big loner with no friends and all I do is spend all day writing in my sad lonely apartment. If I don't go outside for weeks nobody is gonna notice," I said as he just stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Did you watch the Hunger Games?"

"Yes."

"Enola Holmes?"

"Yes, of course, my dear Mycroft," I said with a wink.

"Peaky Blinders?"

"Yes, love the stache by the way."

"Thanks. Did you-"

"Yes. I watched everything. Even the bad romance ones and the-"

"You don't like romance movies? What woman doesn't like romance movies?"

"Ones with brains. They are all the same. They all start the same and all end the same."

"Oh, you've had your heart shattered," He said as he crossed his arms.

"What? No. I've never even been in that sick puppy love before. I've only been in serious relationships with serious men. Not dumb pretty boy actors. Also, what's with you dying in all of your films? And do you only star in book renditions?"

"Did you just call me a pretty boy actor?"

"Is the only thing you heard me say?"

He just stood there and smiled at me. His cheesy British pretty boy actor smile. And I mistakenly smiled back.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked as I then crossed my arms to match his energy.

"Okay. But, I don't want to go out."

"Okay. We can eat at my place. I'll pick you up at-"

"I can walk next door by myself. You just have dinner ready by 8."

He nodded and then he walked away from the door. I shut it and went back to writing.

I wrote a couple of pages. Nothing much.

I then started to get ready around 7:30. I wasn't going to put much time or effort into this because I don't see it as a date. I see it as a get-together with my cute neighbor who just so happens to be Sam Claflin.

I walked over to his apartment around 8:15.

I knocked three times.

"You're late," He said as I rolled my eyes and walked into his apartment without any introduction.

"Well, I figured you already don't like me so what's the harm in being a few minutes late."

"How can I not like you when I don't even know your name?"

"(Y/N). There now you have every right not to like me."

"Okay, well, (Y/N). I hope you like chicken."

"What if I was a vegetarian? Would you have something else for me to eat?"

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"No."

"Then we won't have to worry about that now do we?"

I smiled at him and then sat down at the two-seater table in the middle of his dining room. His apartment was a little bigger than mine. I guess that comes with being a big-time Hollywood actor.

He had nice things. A big Tv. A big couch. Probably even had a big bed.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have my twin bed from my college apartment.

His plants are fake, though. This means that he likes the ambiance that plants create but he doesn't want the commitment of keeping them alive.

"What are you doing?"

"Scoping out your apartment. Seeing if I'm going to steal it from you or not," I said as he laughed and then sat down in front of me.

He poured us both glasses of wine.

"Is this a date?" I asked as he set the bottle down.

"Do you want it to be?"

"Well, I'm just curious because you asked me out before you even knew my name. So, you are either insane or incredibly horny and will most likely fuck anything that moves," I said matter-of-factly.

"Are you a musician?" He asked obviously trying to change the subject.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"The loud music."

"Those are just some of my favorite bands. They help me write when I can't think of anything."

"Ah, you're a writer. That makes sense," He said as I glared at him from across the table.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you talk a lot and you seem to always be stuck in your own head. I've seen a lot of writers and they all have those tells."

"Okay, so you figured me out. My turn."

I studied him. I've watched all his movies. I know his Star Chart. I know what college he went to. I know when he first started acting. I know what his first movie was. I know who his first girlfriend was and I know to who he lost his virginity. He's another dumb male celebrity that has nothing secret or hidden from the media.

"I've got nothing," I said as I looked into his eyes.

Because that was the truth. I looked into this man's eyes and all I saw were these gorgeous green eyes that were just staring right back at me.

"Well, since you know everything about me do you mind if I ask you something?" He asked as he ate a piece of meat off his fork.

"Go ahead."

"Why did you watch all my movies?"

"Because I wanted to figure you out and I found it interesting that I live next to Sam Claflin the actor."

"Pretty boy actor" He added as if he were correcting me.

"Right. Pretty boy actor." I said as he turned a slight shade of pink.

"Are you usually home alone? Or do you live with someone?"

"Why? Do you want to kill me, Sam Claflin?"

"No. And why do you keep using my full name?"

"Because it's throwing you off."

"Yeah, it is."

We went on to talk about what I like to write. Which is mostly mystery and murder mystery. I stray far away from romance. It's sticky and all the same.

He learned my Star Chart. What college I went to. When I first started writing. The first novel I wrote. Who my first boyfriend was and to whom I lost my virginity.

"I hope to see you again, (Y/N) (L/N)," He said as he leaned against my door frame. (He insisted on walking me to my door)

"Well, if I ever want to see you again I know to just turn my music up too loud," I said as he smiled and then I turned around and shut the door.

I leaned against it and I swear this man stood in front of my closed door for a solid minute before walking away. I wonder if he was hoping I'd open it and let him in.

If we were going to have sex, though, I'd hope it'd be in his bed because mine can barely support my own weight.

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Empty | oneshot

Bobby calls Dean to help you on your case. Unfortunately, Sam shows up instead.

PAIRING: Soulless!Sam Winchester x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,246

WARNINGS: fear/intimidation, smut, spanking, rough sex, squirting, blowjob, cum swallowing… Sam’s a just dirty asshole

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It’s been a long day. Your case, much to your annoyance, isn’t something you can handle alone, and you hate the idea of having to ask for help. Fortunately, your dad’s always there to help you out.

He answers on the fourth ring.

“Hey, kiddo.”

You smile at the familiar gruff tone. “Hi, dad.”

“How’s that case of yours goin’?”

“Yeah… about that…” you sigh heavily and plop down on your bed, “I need some help. Turns out it’s a werewolf pack, and I can’t take it down on my own.”

“Nothin’ wrong with help,” Bobby replies, “I’ll call in Dean, last I heard he was in Lincoln, Nebraska, but he can speed on over.”

A shiver goes down your spine at the mention of the Winchesters. Dean’s a good friend and even better hunter, but Sam’s changed a bit too much since the first time you’d met him. You’d been sixteen when the boys had first come around, and Sam had quickly become a good friend.

Since he’s come back from Hell, however, you’ve had more than one run-in with him, twice before Dean figured out he was alive, and once after, during a hunt you’d teamed up with them on. He scares the shit out of you, but there’s a thrill in the fear, some dreadful spark of arousal that flickers in your belly when you catch him staring at your ass or tits for too long. 

“Not Sam, right?” you question. 

“Not if I can help it.” Bobby replies. “I’ll give Dean your number, he can coordinate with you. What motel are you at?”

“The Sunset Inn, just off the highway.” You run a hand through greasy hair. “Thanks for this, dad.”

“No problem, kiddo. Stay safe.”

You hang up and toss your phone onto the nightstand. You’re two days overdue for a shower, and you gratefully step under the warm spray, massaging shampoo into your hair and scrubbing your skin with your favorite body wash. 

When you step out, the light on your phone is blinking, signaling that you’ve got a text message. You open the text string to see a message from a phone number you don’t recognize. 

     > I’ll be at your motel tomorrow, late morning.

Tomorrow afternoon? Sounds a bit fast. You shake it off; maybe Dean’s closer than you thought.

     < See you then. Thanks for the help!

***

You wake up late the next day. You’ve missed breakfast, and you quickly dress before skipping down the street to the closest McDonalds to treat yourself with a fast-food breakfast. You miss your dad’s blueberry pancakes and fluffy eggs, but you get what you get when you’re on the road. 

You are goin’ straight home right after this hunt.

When you get back to the motel you don’t see the Impala. It’s almost noon, so you make a wild guess and assume that Dean’s still on his way. When you unlock the door to your room, however, your help is already inside.

Sam Winchester’s sitting on your unmade bed, long legs stretched out in front of him. He’s watching something on the TV, and he looks up when you go still in the door, eyes wide with shock. It’s been a few months since you’ve last seen each other, and that had ended badly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask before he can open his mouth to speak. “I thought Dean was coming.”

“Dean’s busy.” Sam stands up, staring at you across the room. “I came instead.”

“What’s he busy with?”

“Not important.” Sam strides over to the table, where you’ve laid out the details of your case. “You gonna let me help you with this or not?”

You’re silent for several seconds. When you do speak, it’s not to answer Sam’s question. “I asked for Dean.”

“Well, you got me instead.” Sam smirks at you. “Come on, it’s just a couple days.”

“Does my dad know?”

“No,” Sam answers curtly, “why? What’re you gonna do? Tattle?”

You fold your arms. “I don’t like working with you.”

“Too bad.” Sam pulls a chair out and sits down, motioning to your case files. “Tell me what you got.”

***

Two incredibly tense days later, your case is done. You’re on edge for more than one reason; Sam is the first man you’ve been in close proximity with in a long time, and you can’t deny that your fear of him is turning into something else as well. 

If you jump into bed with him, however, the outcome definitely won’t be good. 

You’re packing when he comes back from a meeting with the local sheriff's department. He’s wearing his full suit and tie, and he stops by the table to sling his jacket over the back of the chair.

“You takin’ off?” he asks.

“That’s what it looks like,” you reply, deliberately avoiding looking at him. 

He chuckles, but it’s forced. He’s not happy about you leaving. “Thought you’d stick around a couple more days.”

“Nope,” you reply, “I’m going home for a bit.”

“Ah.” Sam loosens his tie and casts his gaze towards your half-packed bag. “You gonna tell your dad that I showed up?”

“I just wanna go home,” you retort sharply. “Can you just go? We’re done here, there’s no reason for you to—”

“Are we?” Sam paces closer, tossing his tie behind him onto the table. “Are we really done here?”

You swallow thickly. “Sam, I—”

“What?” He presses into your space and pulls the half-folded shirt from your hands. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I freak you out, huh?”

“Yes.” Your answer is a soft whisper. 

“But I bet you’re thinkin’ about what I can do to your tight little body.” Sam brushes your hair out of your face with his index finger. “Been wanting to get my cock in your pussy for a while now… gonna give me a chance?”

You shudder with mixed fear and arousal. “I don’t know if—”

“If I’ll listen to you?” Sam cups the side of your head, his thumb under your chin at the top of your throat. “I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to. And,” he steps around to stand behind you, lowering his head so he can whisper into your ear, “I’m guessin’ you wouldn’t mind if I bruised you up a bit.”

You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your lips when his hand wraps around the column of your throat. “Sam…”

“Don’t worry,” he moves his lips over the shell of your ear, “I’ll leave ‘em where your daddy won’t see.”

That does it.

You turn around and let him bring you into a kiss that’s so fierce and rough it hurts. He grasps the hem of your tank top and tugs it up over your head as you rip the buttons of his dress shirt open. The rest of your clothing follows in a flurry of cotton and denim. When you’re naked, Sam turns you around while gripping the back of your neck, and shoves you onto the bed. You fall onto the mattress on your hands and knees, and he stands behind you, running his hands over the cheeks of your ass.

“Sweet little ass,” he comments, “should have it out more often.”

SMACK!

You’re about to reply when he spanks you, hard enough to make you cry out. The sting quickly develops into a burning ache that has your pussy clenching around nothing. “Fuck,” you finally gasp out.

“Yeah.” Sam palms the aching flesh. “Gonna mark you up real good.”

SMACK!

His next slap is harder, and you arch right into the sensation, knees sliding apart on the mattress. Sam chuckles with approval and raises his hand to deliver another blow.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

You cry out on each slap, legs shuddering as slick drips from your pussy. Sam lets out a dark growl when a clear string of it slowly descends to land on the covers below. “Christ, you’re a horny little bitch.”

Normally, you’d object to being called anything of the sort. Coming from Sam’s mouth, however, it’s positively sinful and only makes you want to be stuffed full of his cock even more. 

“Do I need anything?”

The question catches you a little off guard, but you shake your head. “Pill.”

“Good.” Sam moves up behind you and leans over to kiss your shoulder. His cock pokes the back of your thigh, and you rear back to try and get him inside you. “You want it bad, baby?”

You nod, whimpering. “Yeah.”

Sam scrapes his teeth over your skin, reaching down to sweep his cock through your folds. “Hold on tight.”

You barely have time to grab the covers before he’s pushing inside, groaning loudly as your wet heat swallows him. He bottoms out with three inches of his cock left to go, and you shiver as he gives a slow, testing thrust. He’s too big for you and he’s gonna fuck you anyway.

“Goddamn,” he growls, “sure you’re not a virgin?”

You shake your head. “You’re j-just… fuck, you’re so big.”

He chuckles darkly and wraps one arm around your shoulders, effectively caging you in underneath him. “Want me to fuck your little pussy ‘til you can’t walk?”

You shudder, arching your back and pressing your ass up towards his hips. “Yes.”

Sam shoves forward, not holding back as he starts to fuck you hard and fast. You cry out, and he buries his lips against your jaw, biting down to earn another squeal when you go quiet.

“Yeah.” Sam holds you tighter, using his entire body to pin you down. “You fucking like gettin’ used.”

You try to nod and fail miserably. Sam takes your answer for a solid yes and continues fucking you. His other arm slides down your body until he gets his hand between your legs. You stiffen and wiggle in his grip when he starts rubbing your clit, but he doesn’t release you. You’re trapped in a hot, sweaty cage of pleasure and you’re not escaping until Sam’s done.

“Sam,” you choke on his name as his thrusts grow harder, more punishing. The thick weight of his cock slides in and out of you, and you’re unable to focus on anything other than what’s happening between your legs. “Oh, f-fuck, yes-s…”

In answer, Sam bites down on your shoulder hard enough to make you whimper, arms giving out so that you slump down with your face turned to the side. He hasn’t stopped his incessant attention on your clit, and you spasm as a wave of heat washes over you. 

“Fuck!” You fight the urge to burst into tears of pleasure. “Sam, please, I’m gonna—”

“Cum?” Sam quickens his pace, roughly snapping his hips against your ass as you squeeze tight. “Do it. Cum on my cock.”

Your eyes roll back into your skull when you cum. Sam holds himself deep, only moving with quick little thrusts that nudge your sweet spot until you’re squirting on him. You scream into the covers, entire body quaking, and Sam bites down on the back of your neck to keep you still. It’s almost primal, the way he does it.

When you’re done and struggling for relief, Sam leans back, giving you space to breathe and recover. His cock’s still nestled inside you, and the insides of both of your thighs are wet with your orgasm. He lands an approving slap on your ass.

“Might have to keep you around,” he mutters, filling one hand with a globe of flesh as he rocks his hips. “Where do you want it?”

You swallow, raising your head from the bed. “Huhh?”

“Where do you want my cum?” Sam rolls his hips again, holding his cock painfully deep. 

You wiggle your hips. You’re too sensitive to have him inside you any longer. “In my mouth,” you finally gasp out, “cum in my mouth.”

Sam pulls out with a grunt and turns you around, fisting a hand in your hair and practically dragging you off the bed. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, and then Sam’s pressing his cock at your lips. You open up, sucking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. You can taste yourself on him, and you press your thighs together. 

“Fuck yes,” Sam breathes, gripping the base of his shaft as you suck on him. “I’m real close, baby, take it easy.”

You only speed up, desperately bobbing your head to take him deeper. Sam grunts when you stroke him, matching your pace as he starts to throb. His thighs shake, and he gasps a quick warning before spurting hot and thick into your mouth. You swallow it down, eyes locked on his face. 

“Shit…” Sam pulls himself from your mouth, shooting a white stripe of his seed onto your lips before jacking the rest off onto your throat and tits. When he’s done, you lean in to press a sticky kiss to the tip. “Goddamn,” he huffs, “wait right there.”

He goes to his bag and tugs his phone from the front pocket. Opening the camera, he paces back to stand in front of you. “Look at me,” he directs, and once your eyes are locked on the lens and he’s satisfied with the angle, he takes the picture. “Perfect.” He leans down to help you stand before pulling you into a kiss where he can taste himself on your lips. “Gonna save that one forever.”

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Our Little Family - The Doggo

Summary: You didn’t expect a new friend

Our Little Family Masterlist

Our Little Secret Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Eileen

Pairings: Dean x Reader,

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: language, fluff, little angst

A/N:  Thank you so much for reading. It’s been a hot minute and just trying to get my feet wet. I used my old taglist, hopefully that is ok. @bamby0304​ requested this about 3 years ago

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“Pup-py?” Kasey’s voice rings clear as a bell from her carseat.

You turn around, looking to where she is pointing out the window of the Impala. Sure enough there is that mutt you’ve seen strolling up and down the gravel road since you moved in, covered in mud and digging through a bag of takeout someone had tossed in the ditch.

Kyle is fast asleep in his carseat, but Evie’s head pops up, looking to where her little sister is pointing.

“Yeah, that’s a puppy” Dean affirms, smiling slightly, slowing down for the turn to the house. The dog’s head snaps up, watching the Impala idle by. It definitely knew your car, but you and the kids hadn’t been able to get near it, though you’ve tried a few times.

“Dean, hold on,” you dig through the McDonalds bag, finding the chicken nuggets that Evie didn’t finish.

“You feed that mutt, it will just keep sticking around,” Dean mutters as you roll down the window, clucking at the dirty dog, who is so filthy you can’t even tell what it is.

“Here buddy,” you toss what’s left out near the driveway.

“It’s not like he belongs to anyone anyway,” you shrug.

Dean hits the gas, shaking his head, “You’re getting soft in your old age.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, “it’s not hurting anything.”

He gives you a side eye and you smile, sitting back against the seat as he takes the long driveway slowly. The twins had had a checkup today, Evie had had first grade meet and greet and you were exhausted. You never thought kids would be more tiring than hunting, but maybe you were just getting soft.

“Mommy, can we play outside?” Evie asks as soon as Dean has the car in park and you are getting the twins out of the carseats. Kasey struggles against you, wanting to get on the ground and walk. It’s her new favorite thing to do, along with running away from you and tripping flat on her face. She definitely inherited your coordination. 

“Yeah you can sweetie, you just have to stay in the fence in the back please,” you know Dean has plans with Sam to head into town and work on setting up the shop, their new hideaway for looking like upstanding citizens. 

Evie takes off right away, crashing through the front door, heading straight through the back.

“Jesus child, one second,” you set Kasey on the ground who tries to take off after her sister, but stumbles after about ten feet, wiping out. She doesn’t cry, just pushes herself back up and keeps on trucking.

Dean chuckles beside you, Kyle in one arm, passed out against his Dad’s shoulder with his thumb in his mouth, “Who knew the girls would be the wild ones?”

You roll your eyes, “I tried to warn you.”

He wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you in and kissing the top of your head, “That you did…Do you want me to pick up dinner on my way home?”

“Only if you don’t want frozen pizza,” you sling the diaper bag over your shoulder and head up the steps.

“Frozen pizza?” he laughs, smacking your ass playfully, “Expanding your cooking horizons?”

“Shut-up,” you dump the bag on the table, reaching around and taking Kyle, his arms wrapping around your neck in his sleep, holding close.

Dean smiles, “Pizza actually doesn’t sound too bad and I don’t know how long Sammy wants to work tonight. I’ll just give you a call when I’m on my way home?”

You nod, “Love you.”

Dean cups your chin, pressing his chapped lips against yours, kissing you deeply before whispering, “I love you too baby.”

____

“How much shit do we actually have?” you mutter to yourself, pulling another box in from the garage. You guys have been here almost six months and you are still unpacking. The little stuff just hadn’t been a priority, but you don’t like stacks and stacks of boxes sitting there either. It was a good pastime when the kids were playing in the sandbox and playground Dean had built shortly after you had moved in. 

You sit cross legged on the ground, sipping some wine as you open it. Old photo books. Shaking your head, you open the top one, a picture of Dean and Sam, with you in the middle in front of the Impala staring back, 2009 scrawled in the corner in Dean’s writing. 

You shake your head and chuckle to yourself, fuck you’ve all gotten old. Sam’s lost the babyface. Dean, either ten years ago or today, is still finer than hell, but he has more crinkles around his eyes now, hair getting mixed with more gray. And you, well you’ve lost the look of a weathered hunter living on gas station food and gained some wrinkles in the process. 

Picking up another book, a picture of Dean holding you close, his arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you against him as he kisses your forehead. Your belly starting to show, Evie in there probably kicking away as you laugh in your husband’s arms.

You touch the picture gingerly. You wouldn’t trade the life that Dean had made for you and your family for anything.

“MOMMY!” A piercing scream pulls you from your daydream, the book tossed to the side and your wine spilled to the floor in your haste. 

“MOMMY!” Barks and snarls follow. You run through the house, grabbing your 9mm from above the fridge, crashing through the backdoor with it drawn. 

“Mommy!” Evie sobs, holding her brother and sister in the far corner of the yard against the fence. That mangy dog in the fence with them, hackles up, barking and growling and your heart sinks in your chest.

“Hey,” you shout, flipping off the safety, one hundred percent ready to shoot if it moves towards your kids.

It turns to you, growling again, before looking back towards the sandbox, snapping and barking.Evie goes to run towards you and the dog immediately turns to her, too close for you to get a shot off, nipping at her feet and driving her back  to the corner. 

“Mommy!”

“It’s ok baby,” you try to stay calm as the dog dives into the sand, snarling and digging. Taking advantage, you sprint to your kids, shoving the gun down the back of your pants and grabbing the two younger ones, Evie wrapping her arms around your legs. 

Before you can start pulling them back to the house, the dog snarls again, shaking his head vigorously, between his teeth the biggest rattlesnake you have ever seen. 

“Jesus fuck,” you hiss, setting the little ones back down, giving everyone a once over  and turning to Evie, “take your brother and sister inside as fast as you can. Go now!”

She cries and nods, running as fast as she can, dragging the toddlers with her. Snarling and hissing fill the air as the dog shakes his head viciously, refusing to let go of the snake until the head falls out of his mouth while the tail still hangs from it.

He shakes it one more time, dropping it before looking at the door the kids had disappeared through and then back to you, wagging his tail and sitting. 

You walk past him, opening the gate so he can leave, walking up the porch stairs when you hear the nails hitting the wood behind you. As you turn, his butt hits the porch with a thud. 

You put your hands on your hips as his tongue lolls out, panting, watching you intently.

“Well you’ve never been friendly before,” you chide, and his butt wiggles faster. You shake your head, Dean is going to be so pissed.

 “Well, c’mon,” you open the door and motion for him to get in the house. He tilts his head, intelligent eyes assessing,”you just saved my kids, I can’t exactly leave you outside now, can I?”

He barks once, trotting past you into the house like he has been there all his life, “You are getting a damn bath though.”

____

“Baby?” Dean’s voice shouts from downstairs as the door shuts behind him.

“Upstairs in the bathroom,” you call back, shutting the water off.

“Okay Evie, you need to scrub him again, he still stinks.”

Kyle pinches his nose from where he is sitting in the shower, giggling as the dog shakes water all over all three of them. 

“Pu-ppy, nooo,” Kasey whines as it gets all over her with the soap suds that she is already wearing.

Once you had gotten the first few layers of mud off, there was a beautiful blue coat of some type of cattle dog underneath. 

Evie dumps more shampoo on him and they all start scrubbing as you hear Dean open the door behind you, “What the hell is all this?”

The dog barks and takes off, wet and soapy past Dean, skidding down the hallway, barking excitedly.

“Bond, no!” Evie yells, taking off after him.

“You better get him back here,” you laugh, looking up at your husband’s shocked face.

“Since when do we have a dog?”

You smile, standing and wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his neck, “Since about the time he killed a rattlesnake in the backyard, saving your three children.”

“What?”

You nod, “Jumped the fence, had them in the corner while he ripped it in half in the sandbox. Won’t let them out of his sight now.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Bond?”

You chuckle, “Evie wanted a name that Daddy would like so we can keep him.”

He wraps his arm around you, shaking his head, laughing, “Doesn't sound like I get much of a choice in it now anyway.”

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[lokisninerealms]

You Got A Little Something

Summary: It’s the Asgardian brothers first time trying the ever-so-famous, McDonald’s. And of course, the God of Mischief always has a few teasing tricks up his sleeve.

Paring: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, Loki being a little shit

A/N: all the mcdonalds pics and this is what my brain came up with, thanks @lokisgoodgirl for always supporting my wild ideas <3

taglist: @lokiprompts @vbecker10 @michelleleewise @wheredafandomat (just a couple people i thought might be interested)

MASTERLIST

“Does anybody in this damn tower ever go food shopping?” Bucky yelled, his head peeking over to look towards the couch of Avengers.

A series of ‘no’s’ and ‘why don’t you go do it’ erupting from the large wrap-around sofa. Bucky huffed in annoyance, slamming the door shut before he plopped down next to you. You lazily browsed the channel selection, click after click on the remote, finding nothing.

A crowd of Earth’s mightiest heroes lingered in the living room. Natasha laid across from you, her feet propped up on Steve’s lap and her head on Wanda’s. While Bruce sat with his computer, typing away whatever project Stark coaxed him into doing. Sam and Loki were next to him, the Asgardian too preoccupied in his reading.

Feeling the Gods wandering eyes, every now and then he would look up towards your way. Catching his blue-green ones on you, hardly missing the smile that crept on his face. You relished in the attention he gave you but still found yourself yearning for him to finally make his move. Disheartened by the idea of him never returning your feelings. You focused your attention back to the screen. 

Totally oblivious to how long you had zoned out until you heard commotion from behind you. Bucky shooting up from his spot next to you. His shouts filling the room.

“You fucking idiot, those are my chips,” Bucky shouted.

“I don’t happen to see your name on them, tin man,” The muffled voice of the other Asgardian munching.

Stifling a laugh, you turned your head watching as the Winter Soldier and God of Thunder got into it. Face to face arguing over a bag of potato chips. Thor’s fist close to plummeting Bucky’s face until Tony’s voice boasted.

“Hey hey woooaah, relax Thunder Pants, I come bearing burgers and fries,” tossing a couple brown McDonald’s takeout bags on the counter. Sam and Clint following shortly behind him with two more.

Standing up, you rushed over feeling your stomach grumble. Everyone crowding around as they dug into the take out bag, Nat tossing a burger your way. The younger Asgardian gently moving around you, a hand on your waist. Sending a wink your way while blush flushed your cheeks. Unwrapping the paper, the touch of oils and scents of freshly cooked meat filling your nose.

“What’s a…..Mac…McDonalds?” Thor asked, scrunching his eyes as he tried to read the paper bag.

“Only the best burger joint in existence,” Steve replied, humming as he took a bite out of his own burger.

A couple heads from the group nodding in agreement, Thor speaking up again. “This…this is good! Brother!”

Loki’s eyes moving from watching you to his oaf of a brother, rolling his eyes. Thor stuffing his face with the cooked patty covered in a bun, lettuce, tomatoes and other condiments. “What do you think? Asgard should grant having one of these….MacDonalds!“

“I’m not overly fond but it’s decently cooked ,” Loki shrugged. Taking another bite that you couldn’t help but watch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallowed.

Your eyes meeting Loki’s suggestive smirk as he caught you staring at him. Scrutinizing his wet tongue that dart out to wrap around his lips, collecting a few crumbs and drops of ketchup that had fallen.

Unaware that you had dribbled some of your own ketchup, the God stalking his way towards you. Before he stood awfully close to you, peering down as he took his thumb. Slowly running it across your lip to the little side of your cheek.

“You got a little something,” Loki teased.

Pushing his thumb to open your mouth, lips wrapping around them while you slowly sucked. Tomato on your taste buds. Lokis eyes never leaving yours.

Turning away from the very hot moment you shared. Red blush making its way to your cheeks again, flustered by his bold movements. You quickly moved to stand by Stark, who talked Bruce’s and Clint’s ears off with his latest project.

“After we’re done, do you want to meet in the training room for a quick session? Wan is coming too,” Nat asked, her hand on your shoulder. Leaning your hand on the counter for support.

“Yea, I’ll just meet you gu-“

“Shit…..Sorry little one, didn’t see you standing there.”

Cool liquid from the ketchup spilled on your breasts. The black tank you wore pushing them up slightly, alluding to a bigger cup size. You glared up at Loki, his blue-green ones glinted in mischief as he held the tiny packet in hand.

“I swear it’s always something new in this tower,” Bucky mumbled.

Everyone’s eyes suddenly on you both, Loki exchanging the packet for a fry. Gently dipping it on your ketchup covered chest, popping it into his mouth.

“Mmmm….delicious, have you tried these dear? They taste absolutely scrumptious,” Loki hummed.

His lips lowering to whisper in your ear, “Just like how I imagine you taste except…..sweeter.”

You clenched your thighs together, eyes almost bulging out of your eye socket. A small pool of arousal starting to sink it’s way between. Head turning to look up at the God, still oblivious to the various looks sent your way.

A cough startling you, Natasha interrupting any further thoughts, “I’m going to head to the training room now.”

Everyone giving you both one last look, Loki’s cologne lingering in your senses. Moving to make your own way towards the training room, his cool fingers stopping you.

“Meet me in my room when you’re done.” His breathed in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

Your eyes meeting his one last time before he grabbed another fry, dipping it in between the curve of your breasts. His finger also slipping in the process to swipe against the flesh collecting the remaining sauce.

Sticking his finger into his mouth, sucking the tomato off before making a pop sound. Giving you one last wink.

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[metalmonki]

Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love (Revisited) Part 3

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

6.5k word count

Summary The part in which you begin to question if Dean actually has feelings for you or is just stringing you along. Also you prove your a kick ass hunter through the power of research.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers, slow-burn

Warnings mention and description of death, s-assault, talks of people with disabilities in a negative light. Your disability doesn't make you a burden! You are amazing, you are loved!

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I cried for who knows how long while Dean held me in his arms. He had moved us over to sit on his bed never once letting me go. When I finally got myself together long enough to move away from Dean all I could manage was too look at the ground in front of the bed.

“Never seen a dead body before?” Sam asked

I nodded. I couldn’t bring myself to speak nor could I trust my voice to work. The room fell into a comfortable silence. Dean stood up from the bed and began moving around the room. He retrieved his bag which he had discarded in a random corner and pulled out a Metallica shirt. He brought it back across to me. He handed It over saying I can borrow it for now so I don’t have to go out to my car to get my own clothes. I accepted the shirt and walked off into the bathroom to change. I hung my swimmers over the towel rack and made my way back over to Deans bed. I looked over at the boys who nodded in acknowledgement. I crawled into Deans bed and pulled the covers over me. I really want to sleep and I figured if I laid down with my eyes closed long enough I would sleep. But it seemed my brain had other ideas. As I was trying to sleep the boys began talking.

“This has really shaken her Dean”

“I know Sammy I wanted to keep her out of this life, we’re suppose to save people not drag them down into our kind of crazy”

“Come on man she choose this for herself she had the opportunity to walk away but she choose to take up this life there isn’t much we can do about that”

“I want to make sure she is somewhere I can keep an eye on her, I want her to be safe”

“You can’t expect her to just pack up and leave Dean what has gotten into you man you’ve never acted like this”

“She’s…I don’t know…she’s different”

“Your in love”

“Dude don’t even go there”

The room fell silent and I drifted off. When I woke up it was dark out. The cheap alarm clock next to the bed read 4:30 am. I sat up and looked around the room. Dean was asleep on the lounge and Sam was asleep in his bed. I felt too full of energy to sleep so I got up and tip toed across the room to the table to take Sams laptop. I took his laptop back to Deans bed and looked through the stuff Sam and Dean had put together while I was asleep. It would seem they had gotten as far as I had. I knew burying myself in the case wasn’t the smartest thing to do but I needed to stop whatever this was from hurting anyone else. But since we had all arrived at this dead end means we needed to look at this a different way. I closed Sams laptop and hopped off Deans bed. I snuck out to my car and grabbed a change of clothes. I slipped quietly into the bathroom, changed out of Deans shirt, retrieved Sams laptop off the bed and slipped quietly out of the hotel room. Rather than take my car and risk waking the boys I opted to walk to where I was going. Really I just wanted food and free wi-fi. There was only one place I knew where I was going to get both. McDonalds. I walked the 6 blocks to the nearest McDonalds, order more hash browns then should be legally allowed and took a seat in a back corner while I waited for them to be ready. I opened up Sam’s Laptop and began going over all the information again. I pulled up the information on all the victims and the pool and began pouring over it again. My hash browns came and I ate them down while reading and rereading all the information presented to me. There was nothing standing out to me. 12 Deaths now and seemingly no connections between them. All different ages, races, genders, religions. Not a single overlap and nothing that stood out as reason why these people. I even removing deaths and could reasonable be discounted like the first death or the boy who apparently slipped down the stairs and the twins who drowned in the wave pool. Those 4 could easily be marked down as a freak accident but even with them removed from the equation two plus two still didn’t equal four. It was frustrating. I groaned and sank back in the highly uncomfortable plastic chair. I took a glance around the now busy McDonalds. Confused and slightly tired I took a quick glance at the time in displayed in the bottom right hand corner of the laptop. 6:23pm. My eyes widened at the realisation that I had been sitting in the same spot all day. I hurried packed up the laptop and went to retrieve my phone confused as to why Sam or Dean hadn’t been trying to call me all day. My hands rummaged through my pants pockets coming up empty. I dumped out my messenger bag that I took everywhere with me finding nothing. Shit. I mentally cursed. I quickly shoved everything back into my bag before sprinting into the parking lot hoping I simply left it in the car. A quick glance, however, showed no signs of my car. Right I walked here. I groaned, rubbed my hands over my face and began the walk back to the hotel. Dean was probably thinking that I had done something stupid and Sam probably thought I stole his laptop. I mean technically I did but I was going to return it and I never intended to be gone all day. The walk back to the hotel seemed to take twice as long as the walk to McDonalds. But when the hotel finally came into sight I quickened my pace. I came to a quick stop, however, when I heard arguing in the room.

“I’m telling you Dean she might not come back” Sam yelled “And she probably took more than just my laptop”.

“Oh so you think she took your laptop and god knows what else but left behind her phone and her car that cost way more than anything we own”

“I mean how well do we really know her Dean”

“If I may intercede, could it not be that she is somewhere researching the case and that time ran from her grasp” A third voice I didn’t know spoke up

“What…do you mean time got away from her?” Dean asked baffled

“Is that how you say it? If so that’s what I meant to say” The voice came again

“Hate to say it Sammy but I agree with the angel”

I reached out and knocked on the door not wanting to just barge in while tempers where clearly high. The room fell silent. Heavy boot steps made there way towards the door. There was a moment of silence before a gentle thank god could be heard from the other side of the door. The door swung open to reveal just Dean and Sam in the room. I was certain I heard a third voice. I stepped quietly past Dean into the room. From the look on Sams face I could tell Dean must have made some gesture from behind me directed at him. I glanced to the bathroom expecting to see the third person over there for the door to at least be closed signalling someone was in there. But to my shock and confusion the door was open and the bathroom empty.

“Who where yous talking to? I asked looking between them confused

“We weren’t talking to anyone” Dean looked over at Sam “Maybe you heard the TV” Dean mostioned to the TV that was one but had been muted

“Anyway where have you been?” Sam asked changing subjects and clearly still mad at me

“I went to McDonalds to use their Wi-Fi to continue researching, I was up at 4:30 and I didn’t want to wake you” I looked over at Dean who had moved to sit on the end of his bed “Sorry I took your laptop without asking Sam I left mine behind at my mothers when she kicked me out”

I handed Sam back his laptop. He took it without so much as a thank you and immediately began checking it over. I wanted to scoff and roll my eyes but I knew that would only piss him off more.

“So did you find anything” Dean asked

“Nothing I even tried removing the deaths that could reasonably be ridden off as accidents and even that didn’t resolve anything I am, however, confident that we’re likely dealing with a vengeful spirit”

“And how did you reach that conclusion” Sam scoffed tossing his laptop on his bed so much for being concerned about it being broke

“We’ve ruled out burial grounds and anything sacred, then if you look at location, the fact that all the deaths where witnessed and nothing supernatural was seen, it leaves a very short list and I felt that of that list spirit was mostly likely” I kept my eyes locked with Sam

“Well why vengeful spirit why not a water sprite?” Sam asked with a smirk

“Seriously Sammy? A fairy? Have you ever in all your years of hunting found any reliable concreate evidence that fairies are real?” I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. I was met with silence from Sam “That’s what I thought, spirit it is”

Dean sat on his bed smirked plastered on his face, clearly amused. “So if that’s the case then I guess we should head back to the pool and asked more about these deaths” Dean brought his hands together with a loud clap before rubbing them together.

Sam silently huffed making his way to the door. Dean said something along the lines of he’ll get over it before moving for the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. With nothing else to be done for tonight and both boys otherwise out of the room I retrieved Deans shirt from the corner I had tossed it in this morning and got ready for bed. I was just chilling on the bed enjoying a nice stretch and yawn when I heard the shower shut off. A few minutes later the door opened and Dean walked out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Sorry the room was quiet so I just thought you’d, you know, left” Dean said awkwardly

I opened and closed my mouth a few times unable to form a proper sentence. Dean also seemed to be frozen in place. My eyes wandered over Deans chiselled chest. It was clear he worked out and with this line of work it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Before I could stop myself I was standing in front of Dean. I reached a hand out and traced my fingers down his chest to his stomach feeling each groove, skin covered in old scars and felt the muscles twitch beneath my touch. Dean placed a finger beneath my chin and forced me to look up at him. Our eyes connected in an intense stare. Neither of us dared to move for several moments. When it became clear that neither of us where going to make a move to break away Dean began to close the distance.

“I brought dinner” Sam suddenly walked in the door.

Dean and I jumped apart in surprise, Dean making a b-line for some clothes before heading back into the bathroom. I silently cursed Sam. Sam looked red faced between the now closed bathroom door and me. He knew he had walked in at a bad time but at the same time it didn’t seem like he wanted to speak of what he had seen. I sat at the table while Same silently dished out the fast food he had purchased. Looked like burgers for Dean and I while Sam had gotten himself some sort of salad. Dean emerged from the bathroom moments later fully clothed. He took his burger and fries and left the room. He mumbled something on the way out about going to see a friend. Sam and I ate in silence before Sam went to shower while I retreated to Dean’s bed. I pulled Deans shirt up over my nose and breathed in his smell. I was letting my senses get filled with the scent of sandalwood, leather, whiskey and gasoline when Sam suddenly exited the bathroom and began talking.

“What is happening between you and Dean?”

“I..uh…what do you mean?” I asked

“After we left last time Dean kept talking about you, he was hoping we would see you again yet at the same time was hopeful you would listen to him and take his advice” Sam sat on his bed “He clearly loves you but I don’t think having you around is best for Dean”

“If there was anything between Dean and I then it would be nothing to do with you” I spat in anger “I love Dean, I’ve felt myself falling further and further in love with him from the first time I met him, I had hoped yous would come back but I had also accepted that you probably wouldn’t. Besides who are you to say whats best for Dean?”

“I’m his brother” Sam yelled “Having you around is clearly distracting him and in this line of work distraction guarantees death”.

Sams yelling had scared me so much that all I could muster up was “Goodnight Sam” before I curled up in Deans bed. Sam stormed out of the room. I heard Deans impala roar to life moments later and drive off. I started to cry in the now quiet room and I allowed myself to cry until I had fallen asleep. I woke up the next morning to Sam and Dean making a game plan for the day. I sat up in bed and listened to their plan before climbing from bed to have a shower and get ready for the day. After my quick shower and getting dressed I packed my swimmer into a bag and slung the bag over my shoulder. Dean grabbed his car keys asking if I was going to be joining them in his car or if I would be driving my car. I choose to go in Deans car in order to save on petrol. The less money I needed to put into petrol the better. We drove in silence until we reached the pool. The parking lot was almost empty. Dean found a parking spot close to the door, pulled up and turned off the engine. Dean asked me to go in ahead of them to check if the police where still hanging. I made my way into the building. From reception I could see down the womens room. There was no crime scene tape and no signs of police.

“Sad wasn’t it” a voice said behind me

“What?” I asked turning to see a woman beside me

“Didn’t you hear about the suicide two days ago?” She said

“Oh they ruled that a suicide?” I asked

“Yeah they said the girl had been sexually assault a couple weeks ago and that was apparently her breaking point poor thing”

I agreed with woman who walked off towards the pools. I made my way back outside to the boys who were busy digging in the trunk and now dressed back in their suits from the other day. I wasn’t going to question where or how they had changed. I grabbed my bag off the back seat while informing them on the outcome of the death days prior. Dean and Sam shared a knowing look as we all worked our way back into the pool. I once again paid to swim while Sam and Dean flashed badges and continued with their story about investigating on behalf of a victims family. Sam and Dean wondered off to speak with staff while I went to explore around the pool. There was an information wall in reception but it said nothing about any of the incidents and why should it. I walked around to where each of the incidents had occurred but could find nothing. I was about to head for Sam and Dean when I heard two familiar voices that made me freeze in my tracks.

“I swear she was here the other day with two hot guys”

“Oh my god I always knew she was such a slut, you watch soon she’ll be pregnant and will have no idea who the father is”

“Look there she is”

“Hi Rachel, Jorden do you work here too?” I asked panic slowly taking over

“Yeah what of it? It pays well.” Jorden crossed her arms.

“Oh okay, I-uh-I was going to go for a swim while I wait for my boyfriend to be done doing what he needs to do”

“Boyfriend or boyfriends?” Rachel snickered

Not wanting to continue the conversation I tucked tail and ran. I had been outside in a general seating area at the time and quickly made my way back into the main swimming complex. I spotted Sam before Dean as the two had split up. Sam was busy talking with a lifeguard near the wave pool when I got back into the main pool area, after the night before I really didn’t want to talk to him so I hurried on by and continued to look for Dean. It wasn’t until I spotted Dean speaking with the man behind the snack counter that I realised how bad I was shaking. Having to deal with not one but two of my high school bullies had really rattled me. I changed directions and headed for the change rooms instead. I needed to calm myself down before continuing the investigation if there was anything I could agree with Sam on right now it was that being distracted could get me killed. I made my way to the sinks and splashed some cool water on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes trying to push down all the feelings of anger and fear that where consuming me. Fear of the bullies and anger for still not having the courage to stand up for myself. I took a few big breaths, dried off my face and headed back out into the main pool area where I had last seen Dean. A quick glance at the snack counter told me he was no longer there which started my search for him all over again. Although the search didn’t last long as I soon spotted him in an adults only area up above one of the 25 meter pools which held sun chairs and a spa. Unfortunately he was speaking with them. I sucked in as much air as my lungs would allow and walked towards the adults only area. I walked up beside Dean and laced my fingers with his. I stood silently by his side and listen to their conversation. Dean was asking questions about the other accidents that had occurred at the pool but at the same time was absent-mindedly rubbing circles into my hand with his thumb. It was very distracting and I found myself staring out our hands and thinking about last night.

“Heres a question how does someone as ugly as her ended up with someone as handsome as you” my head shoot up to look at Rachel who was now giggling at the comment she made

“Yeah it just doesn’t add up unless your only with her because of all that money she got” Jorden added

“Or because she was easy to get into bed” Rachel laughed

“Shut up both of you, y/n is the most beautiful, most amazing, intelligent, sweetest person I have ever met, god knows I don’t deserve her, yet here she is right next to me and that makes me one hell of a lucky bastard” Dean started off speaking sternly at the girls before smiling down at me

I was shocked into silence, I knew I was blushing something bad too. Clearly Deans little speech had shocked them into silence too. They quickly excused themselves after that. Dean watched the girls walk away before looking back to me.

“So find anything?” Dean cleared his throat awkwardly

“Oh uh a woman told me that the death the other day has been ruled a suicide and that the girl had been assaulted about a week ago”

“Assaulted? Did she happen to mention if the friend who was with her here was there then too?” Dean asked a sudden look of realisation crossing his face

“No she didn't, why?”

“I think I know whats going on here, we need to find Sam”

Dean who was still holding my hand pulled me out of the adults only area. Dean quickly looked around the pools and in the outside seating area before dragging me up the ramps back towards reception. Dean must have looked frightening to the people around us, a grown ass man dragging a what looked to be a teenage girl from the pool. I could feel people watching us as Dean pulled us into reception and basically sprinted over to Sam. Sam who had been talking with a guy on the reception table look between Dean and I and our interlaced hands with a questioning look. It was then Dean realised we were still holding hands and let go of my hand with an awkward cough. He rubbed his hand on his suit jacket before shoving it into this pants pocket and waited for Sam to finish his conversation. Sam thank the man behind the counter and pulled us away to a more private corner to chat.

“I think I worked out whats going on here Sammy” Dean said before Sam could speak

“Well fill in the class” I said both exhausted from running after Dean and a little impatient

“I'm pretty sure our spirit is seeing these people as burdens on those closest to them”

“Care to elaborate” Sam crossed his arms turning his whole body to face Dean

“One life guard told me about how he remembered our American vic's mother telling him that they were here to seem some world class behavioural specialist to hopefully help them calm down the kid” Dean looked between the both of us “And another one told me that one of the other victims fell over the railing from the spa area down to the concrete below broken neck died instantly, the kicker? She was in a fricken wheel chair”

“And the assault, she would have been depressed” I whispered

“So what? That doesn't bring us any closer to working out who the spirit is” Sam said “It could be someone who felt they were a burden or someone who saw someone else as a burden”

“Then we need to look at all the deaths and workout who fits the pattern and who doesn't, we do know it has to be someone who died here” I looked between the two

“Then lets go look further into each victim” Dean said

Sam and I nodded in agreement and we all headed for the parking lot. As we stepped out the door Dean was busy digging in his pocket for his car keys, Sam was busy on his phone and I was looking at my feet. None of us was really paying attention to the parking lot until Dean looked up from retrieving his keys and let out an anger fill. WHAT THE FUCK! Sam and I both looked at the empty parking spot where the Impala was suppose to be.

“Oh dear was that your car?” A familiar voice came from behind us

“You bitch” Dean yelled storming towards Jorden

“I'm sorry the car was illegally parked” Jorden didn't even flinch as Dean came almost toe to toe with her the shit eating grin she wore not even faltering.

“Baby was parked perfectly” Dean screamed in her face.

“Oh well not when I came out here it wasn't” Jorden turned on her heels and walked back into the building, hips swaying as she went.

“Come on I know the way to the car yard” I sighed walking off.

Dean walked side by side with me while Sam trailed behind us. I could feel Sams eyes burning into the back of my head. I had no idea what his problem was, all we had to do was finish this case then they could go back to the US and he wouldn't have to see me ever again assuming they didn't get anymore cases here. The walk to the car yard took almost 45 minutes. That was 45 minutes of Sam giving me laser eyes and Dean going on about his car. I remained silent the whole walk. I kept thinking about if I wasn't here Jorden would never have done this. If I wasn't here Jorden and Rachael would have no reason to target Dean. If I wasn't here Sam wouldn't have a reason to worry about his brother. Maybe I was the problem.

“Oh thank god” Dean said suddenly pulling me from my thoughts.

“Oh we're here” I looked at the car yard sign in a daze.

“Hay, uh, Sammy how about you go get the car and I'll wait out here with y/n” Dean said a hint of concern in his voice.

Sam just scoffed, rolled his eyes and walked off into the car yard. I watched as he disappeared into the large lot of endless cars lined up side by side, some cars where crushed and piled sky high one on top of the other. I continued to watch even when he was completely out of sight. Dean watched me watching Sam. After he was certain Sam was out of ear shot he spoke up.

“What is going on with you?” Dean asked making me break my gaze from the car yard to look at him

“Huh? What? N-nothing is wrong with me?” I stuttered

“Don't even try it short stack you've been silent since we left the pool, hell before that even so are you going to tell me what the problem is or am I going to have to make you walk about to the hotel?” Dean folded his arms becoming serious.

“Honestly it's fine, it's probably all in my head” I tried to smile

“Oh no your not getting out of it that easy” Dean scoffed “Now spill”

“It's just I feel like I'm the problem” I sighed “Everything that's happened today could have been prevented if I wasn't here, hell everything that happened last night probably could have been prevented too now I think about it” I wrapped my arms around myself in an awkward hug

“Okay first you are not the problem you are far from the problem” Dean uncrossed his arms to point at me “Secondly I never want to hear you call yourself a problem again”

“Well Sam seems to think I'm a pretty big issue and Jorden only did what she did because of me” Tears started to fall before I could stop them. Next thing I knew Dean had me wrapped in his arms. He wrapped one arm around my back, his thumb rubbing my arm. His other hand held my head gentle against his chest. He kissed the top of my head before setting his chin gentle on top of my head.

“I'll speak to Sam and as for those girls I think they would have been snobby no matter who was there” Dean said softly

I just nodded and rested against Dean. It seemed liked ages before Sam came back. Dean had let me go and we put some space between us. We'd gone into a long conversation about Jorden and Rachael and everything they had done during high school. I told Dean about how I felt like a failure for still not standing up to them even now. Dean though pointed out how he had seen the looks of pure jealously he had seen them giving in my direction anytime they saw me. He also told me anytime he caught them watching me he would make sure it make it super obvious that he was checking me out we apparently made them extra jealous. I had to chuckle at that, I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces. Sam came back with 4 bags of stuff but no Impala.

“Where's Baby?” Dean was quick to ask a lot of anger taking over his features.

“Sorry Dean they are right on closing, I paid the fine, they said we could pick the car up in the morning” Sam sighed

“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed “Did you at least check her for damage?”

“Uh...” Sam looked nervously between Dean and the pavement

“What is it Sam”

“The passenger side is dented, it looks like they pushed it with another car, sorry Dean”

“SON OF A BITCH” Dean screamed

I quickly placed a hand on Deans arm to get his attention. “It's okay Dean we can go to my Mums place for the night, she won't be home anyway and we can come back first thing to get Baby, and you can assess the damage then”

“I'm gonna kill 'em” Dean voice shook as he tried to calm down

I took Deans hand in mine and began leading him away from the car yard. Sam started asking how far the walk was and how I could be so certain that my mum wouldn't be home. I told them the walk was about 20 minutes. Something I only knew from the insane amount of times I had to walk it between the ages of 17 and 20 every time I would have my car impounded for speeding or just being a menace on wheels. As for my Mum not being home it was simple, she worked out of the country from most of the year. It had been that way for as long as I could remember. She had a big name baby and children's business selling everything from nappies to clothes, shoes to bags. Last I had spoken to her before she kicked me out she had wanted to branch into teenage and young adult fashions. Most of her products where mass produced in factories in London and Sweden so she spent most of her time between the two occasional coming home every 3 months or so just to check I was alive. I had been looking after myself since I was 14. I would often have friends stay weekends just to know feel so alone. Theresa was one of those friends. Her parents never cared where she was and my mother never cared who I had over so she basically lived with me. It was a minor miracle that we managed to get ourselves to school and back let alone actually become somewhat productive adults. By the time I had finished my life story we were standing in front of my mothers house. I led them down the steep driveway to the side gate. She never locked it so it was as simple as lifting the metal latch that protruded between the fence and the gate to open it. I walked into the small backyard which showed no change from the last time I was here. I went into the sliding door almost directly to my left into an open living room, kitchen and dining room space with a stair case off to the right side by the kitchen leading upstairs to the main part of the house.

“Those two lounges are pull out sofa beds” I pointed towards the two metal sofas that looked like they had walked out of the 80s “I'll be sleeping just through that sliding door which is my old room and that door next to it is a bathroom which also has another sliding door into my room”

“Oh I have to see your room” Dean laughed

He went straight for the sliding door pushing it open and walking in. He immediately burst into laughter causing Sam to follow him into the room. I dropped my head and followed them into the room. Sam joined in Deans laughter while I stood highly embarrassed at my room décor. The fact that all my posters still hung on the walls, the walls where still pink and purple, my fairy bed set remained untouched, most embarrassing of all the life size print out of Gerard Way was still taped to the ceiling above my bed.

“Are you sure you have the right house?” Sam laughed “I mean come on? You? Faries?”

“It was a faze” I huffed

“Sam did you see the poster on the roof?” Dean laughed

“Oh get out both of you” I waved my arms around

The boys laughed and left the room. Once they were out I locked the sliding door and the bathroom door. All I wanted was 5 minutes peace and a nice hot shower. I dug through my cupboard finding an old band shirt that I use to wear as a sleep shirt. I tossed it on my bed and headed for the shower. I let the hot water run over my back as I let the days stressors go down the drain. After my shower, I dressed, dried and climbed into bed. It was only when it was silent that I could hear Sam and Dean softly speaking in the lounge area.

“She's a distraction for you Dean” I heard Sam hold back from yelling

“That doesn't give you the right to upset her, besides once we're through this case we can go home and you can go back to pretending she never existed” Dean said

“But you won't, you'll always be wondering if shes okay, if she's alive” Sam said “This is why hunters don't get happily ever afters Dean”

“Don't worry so much Sammy, once we're home I can hit up a few bars, get laid and get her out of my system, its worked in the past why wouldn't it work this time”

I stopped listening after that. I looked up at the poster on my roof and cried. I cried myself to sleep like many nights spent in that room.

“You know she's different Dean” Sam said

“Oh yeah how would you know that?” Dean asked

“You love her, it's obvious” Sam shrugged “After we were here last you kept bring her up, you literally got like every form of social media to see if you could track her down and see what she was up to, you were worried about her then, but now you have her number so what happens when she doesn't message you or call you? Then what will you do?” “You know what I'm done with this conversation” Dean said turning his back to Sam to try to get some sleep.

“Who the hell are yous?” The yelling came from the lounge room waking me. “Why are you in my house?”

It was a voice I recognised instantly as my mothers. I jumped out of bed and raced out into the lounge room.

“Mum it's okay there my friends” I said coming to stand in the middle of the room

“y/n what are you doing here? I thought you were travelling and had no intentions of ever coming back here” Mum said

“We just needed somewhere to crash for the night while Deans car got fixed up, we'll be headed off shortly. Honestly I didn't think you were home”

“I wasn't I just flew in early this morning from London, are you going to introduce your friends?” Mum asked motioning between Sam and Dean

“This is Sam and that's Dean their brothers” I said point to each brother in turn

“Are you sleeping with them?” Mum asked

“Mum! Seriously, why would you ask that!” I almost shouted

“Sorry ma'am we're just friends, travel buddies” Dean spoke up

“Oh American I see, figures she'd end up with someone American it was always going to be that or someone British” Mum shrugged

“Seriously Mum” I sighed

“What I'm just pointing out the facts, would you boys like breakfast before you all rush off? God knows my daughter can't stand me and now she knows I'm home she'll be dying to leave as soon as possible” Mum acted over dramatic

“That sounds great thank you very much” Sam smiled at Mum

I sighed and went back into my room to change. I grabbed yet another old band shirt from my cupboard and a pair of ripped skinny jeans to change into. While I was at it I grabbed an old suitcase of mine and tossed a few loose items into it that I really should have grabbed the first time I left like my laptop, some extra clothes and my jewellery box. I placed the suitcase next to the boys duffle bags and head up stairs to the upstairs kitchen. Sam and Dean where already upstairs sitting at the dinning table laughing and talk with my Mum who was busy cooking pancakes. I sat silently at the table and listened to their conversation. Dean really hit it off with my Mum which made last night all the more worse. I knew I was falling for him and hard but if he just intended to leave, head back to the US and pretend I didn't exist then why make a big speech about not letting me out of his sight. Why go out of his way to comfort me so much.

“Okay breakfast is ready” Mum smiled

“Oh this looks amazing Miss y/l/n, thank you” Dean smiled taking the plate of pancakes from my mum and placed them in the middle of the table. The boys began to dig in. This was probably the first home cooked meal they had, had in a long time. The conversation with my mother quickly continued. It was amazing how quickly and convincengly Dean managed to lie to my mother about how we had met, what he brothers did for a living and why they were in Australia. It got me thinking that maybe everything he had told me was a lie. Maybe I needed to be more like Dean and just move on and forget about him once this case was over.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #Sam Winchester x reader #Sam x reader

[artemisthewh0re]

can you do a sam from ginger snaps x reader with a really girly y2k/baddie aesthetic that likes shopping?

A/N: I love a y2k baddie.

“Samuel you have to take me shopping,” you whine, tugging Sam’s shoulder in pure annoyance. “You promised.”

“I’m busy, maybe tomorrow.” he brushes you off as he packs his dime bags.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just call up the Bailey Downs Police Department and tell them all about what’s got you so busy.” You pull out your bedazzled Nokia and start typing in the department number. Without hitting the call button, you hold the phone to your ear and start speaking.

“Hi yes, I’m a concerned citizen and I have just seen something very disturbing. A creepy old man by the name of Samuel McDonald has been going to high schools and selling young children dr-,” Sam cuts you off mid-word by furiously grabbing your phone and giving you his signature death stare.

“I did even call anyone,” you roll your eyes and collapse on the bed he kept in the greenhouse. You feel the phone hit your thigh and look up to see Sam putting on his sweater.

“I give in, let’s go.” You let out a squeal, hurriedly put on your clear wedges, and grab your brown coach bag and matching sunglasses. Sam looks mildly amused as you overanalyze yourself in the mirror, making sure your tracksuit pants still show off your belly button piercing without making you look trashy. Finally, you finish your inspection and make your way to the van, your long black hair swinging in sync with your hips. You catch Sam looking you over through his eyelashes.

The trip to the only mall in town was uneventful as always. Bailey Downs was probably the most boring town to ever exist. The most exciting thing that ever happened was all the dogs getting eaten by a wolf, which didn’t last long anyway. The inside of the mall was surprisingly nice considering the look of the town and had some of your favorite stores like Wet Seal and Le Chateau.

“Can you please not take hours this time? These trips are taking years off my life.”

“Go eat a hot dog or something I’ll take as long as I want.”

“Fine, you’ll have to find a ride home.” Sam walks towards the food court leaving you to your own devices. You knew he was bluffing, he would never leave you anywhere for more than a couple of minutes. As you head inside the building you spot your best friend since middle school, Lindsey. She was often compared to Paris Hilton since she has waist-length blonde hair and a love for everything hot pink. You two made quite the pair whenever you went out on the town.

“Lindsey!” You wave her over, practically jumping to see her.

“Bestie!” she yells across the parking lot as she runs towards you. She embraces you with a big hug before fixing her top and smoothing her hair back down.

“Where’s your little lap dog?” She grabs your arm to walk with you.

“He ditched me ‘cuz I take too long to shop.” You push the mall doors open and the smell of food smacks you in the face. A little hum slips from your lips as walk inside your version of heaven. Sam is in the corner slurping down a soda in the arcade area. You don’t bother trying to get his attention instead, you head upstairs to find at least one good pair of jeans.

You finally find a nice pair of studded jeans in Hot Topic of all places but the urge to make a complete outfit based around this one item was too great for you to resist. Just as Lindsey drags you to Dillards, Sam walks into the store next door. Lindsey looks over at him and furrows her eyebrows.

“Y’know you and Sam have been a thing for a while now and I still don’t get it. You’re a beautiful goddess of a woman with a conscience of Mother Teresa and the sass of Janis Ian while Sam is a five foot six gremlin with a temper. Why him? There are so many guys who are way hotter and nicer,” Lindsey says giving you a disapproving tongue click.

“First off he doesn’t have a temper he just thinks you’re annoying and second I like my gremlin just the way he is, all five foot six inches of him including the extra inches,” you give her a wink as you walk the to the purse section.

“You’re disgusting,” she shouts after you.

The handbags are unimpressive as always but a Juicy Couture bag catches your eye. You bend over to get a better look, but feel hands run across your butt and hips. You would have been alarmed if you didn’t hear Sam let out a whine “Can we pleeeease leeeave?”

“It hasn’t even been that long.” You pick up the bag, feeling the texture beneath your fingertips, and decide it's perfect for the outfit you created in your head.

“It’s been two fucking hours!”

“Like I said, not that long.”

“You’re going to drive me crazy.” Sam runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Fine, fine, fine we'll leave after I get this bag.” A sigh of release escapes his pink lips and he practically drags you to the register. Lindsey makes her way to the counter just as you get your receipt.

“Where are we going next?” She puts her heap of clothes onto the counter, not even caring what the final price is.

“Oh I’m going I gotta put my gremlin down for a nap.” Sam rolls his eyes at the new nickname. “I’ll see you later though, you’re going to Ginger’s party right?”

“Yeah, I guess I'll see you there.” You give her a wave and turn to the exit. From the corner of your eye, you see Sam stick his tongue out at her. You can tell by his reaction that she reciprocated the action.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” you laugh.

“You’re right I should act more like a gremlin,” sarcasm dripped off his voice.

#reader insert #black reader #black girl reader #black!fem!reader #fanfic #chubby black reader #chubby reader #reader insert fluff #chubby black reader fluff #black reader fluff #sam ginger snaps #sam mcdonald #sam mcdonald fluff #sam mcdonald x black reader #sam mcdonald x chubby black reader #gingers snaps #kris lemche #kris lemche fluff #y2k aesthetic #y2k vibes #y2k black girl

[fallingforel]

So sorry i’ve been MIA.

Over new years I suddenly lost my nan and i’ve been having to help my mum sort some bits out so sorry i’ve been M.I.A. I know I promised to get the rest of the christmas prompts out but I don’t think i’ll be continuing with them. however if somebody wants them to come out/ requests them i’ll be more than happy to write them for you 🫶 I’ll be focusing on my WIP’s and the next Arabella chapter to come out soon! Love you all and don’t forget i still take requests! so please keep leaving me messages because i’ll always be floating about somewhere.

anyway lots of love el xx

#elrambles #matty healy #alex turner x you #alex turner x reader #matty healy x reader #george daniel #matty healy x you #alex turner x y/n #matty healy x y/n #adam hann #ross mcdonald #sam fender x you #sam fender x y/n #sam fender concert #sam fender christmas imagine #sam fender x reader #sam fender imagine #sam fender fluff #sam fender imagines #sam fender fanfic #sam fender

[most-stylish-competition]

Most Stylish Competition official bracket!

list under bracket since the image quality died

List:

Group1/2:

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) VS. Sans (Undertale)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) VS. Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) VS. ENA (ENA)

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) VS. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader)

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives) VS. Eugene Finch (Drawtectives)

Elliot Goss (Search Party) VS. The Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Draculaura (Monster High) VS. Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Group1:

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.1

Papyrus (Undertale) VS. Waluigi (Super Mario Bros)

Mettaton (Undertale) VS. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Cecil (Welcome to Nightvale) VS. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh) VS. Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

The Onceler (The Lorax) VS. Harry Dubois (Disco Elysium)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo) VS. Hunter (The Owl House)

Teruki "Teru" Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS. Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Group2:

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) VS. winner of 1/2.2

Yor Forger (Spy x Family) VS. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Miss Piggy (Muppets) VS. Rarity (My Little Pony)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) VS. Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Marz (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) VS. Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Lelouch (Code Geass) VS. Consul Valerius (Arcana)

Sensei Garmadon (Ninjago) VS. Taako (The Adventure Zone)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun) VS. Rias Gremory (High School DxD)

Group3:

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS. winner of 1/2.3

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase) VS. Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon) VS. Gumi (Vocaloid)

Dr. Starline (Sonic series) VS. Jinafire Long (Monster High)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV) VS. Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)

Frank N Furter (Rocky Horror Show) VS. Dean Pelton (Community)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) VS. Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Gonzo (Muppets) VS. Gyro Zeppeli (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Group4:

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) VS. winner of 1/2.4

Red Hood (DC Comics) VS. Nightwing (DC Comics)

Professor Venomous (OKKO Let's Be Heroes) VS. Noisemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Inspector Cabanela (Ghost Trick) VS. Shelby Presipence (Plainview)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Coco Adel (RWBY) VS. Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Susie Greene (Curb Your Enthusiasm) VS. Boyd Crowder (Justified)

Al Calavicci (Quantum Leap) VS. The Obituary Writer (Death By Dying)

Group5:

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls) VS. winner of 1/2.5

Kuranosuke Koibuchi (Princess Jellyfish) VS. Nana "Hachi" Komatsu (Nana)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) VS. Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House) VS. Sanji (One Piece)

Link (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) VS. Spock (Star Trek)

Apollo (Hades) VS. Zagreus (Hades)

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (Hey Arnold) VS. Malfina (Conneticut Clark)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS. Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo)

Group6:

Steven Stone (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.6

Yuki Rurikawa (Act! Addict! Actors!) VS. Nikki (Love Nikki Dress Up Queen)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS. Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) VS. Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

Grillby (Undertale) VS. Spades Slick (Homestuck)

Prosciutto (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Mr. Compress (My Hero Academia) VS. Swatch (Deltarune)

Group7:

Loki (Marvel) VS. winner of 1/2.7

Castiel (Supernatural) VS. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Hypnos (Hades) VS. Alucard (Castlevania)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) VS. Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

Luce (Drawfee) VS. Mac McDonald (Always Sunny)

Villager (Animal Crossing) VS. Blathers (Animal Crossing)

Jurgen (Sam & Max) VS. Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Group8:

Joker (Persona 5) VS. winner of 1/2.8

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Doctor (Doctor Who series) VS. Sissel (Ghost Trick)

Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton) VS. King Dice (Cuphead)

Jolyne Cujoh (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Bayonetta (Bayonetta)

Samus (Metroid) VS. Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Harper Finkle (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Fran Fine (The Nanny) VS. Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Good luck to everyone who's voting and have fun!

#moststylish #brackets #bracket #if there's any errors #or anything #let me know! #i am human #and a very tired one at that #so i might've missed something! #also propaganda is welcome if u wanna! #just tag me :]

[padscomm]

ethan?

part 3

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, so yea

a/n: I didn't expect this to blow up, but thanks alot!!

Anika · nikayoko

; anika

hey, are you okay?

you stormed out w/o hearing us say anything

I'm worried

; y/n

yea

I'm okay

nothing happened, it's just my tita auntie

was finding me because it was late

; anika

y/n, I thought you didn't have curfew?

; y/n

tita auntie made new rules ig

; anika

c'mon, stop lying to me y/n

I know that you're lying

you can tell me everything

if your not comfortable, just tell me okay?

I'll give you some space

; y/n

I'm not comfortable of talking about it

sorry anika, I promise I'll tell you when

I finally feel comfortable

; anika

take your time, don't rush.

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ynartist nobody knows my real birthday lol, do you even know me?

Ethan · @ lndry

when’s your birthday anyways?

· replying to @ lndry

Y/N · @ ynartist

i am not telling you that

Anika · @ nikayoko

I guess nobody know's you that well, even if your a talkative person

· replying to @ nikayoko

Y/N · @ ynartist

I don't tell info about me, unless your willing to know about me:))

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mindymarts my roman empire

tara · @ tarafilms

delete this right now!!

· replying to @ tarafilms

chad · @vcchad

but we look cute there

Mindy don't delete it

sam · @carpensam

r u fucking my sister?

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mindy · @ mindymarts

probably he is

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ynartist I'm gonna deactivate my account since i need to get away from shit, lol.

Anika · @ nikayoko

; Anika

mindy

have you been seeing how

y/n has been acting?

; mindy

oh yea

it's very weird

actually

do you think it's about chad & Tara?

; anika

I think so

; mindy

does she like Chad?

; anika

she said that she see's Chad as a brother figure

come to my apartment like right now

; mindy

okay?

after a few minutes, Mindy arrived at anika's apartment. “hey, baby.” anika pulled her in for a kiss, “lets talk about y/n. because I'm actually worried for her.” mindy didn't understand why anika was so worried for you, when she knew that you can take care of yourself.

“why are you so invested in y/n?”

“because, I care for her. I don't really see how you guys care for her.” anika said. mindy didn't say anymore, and just listened to anika yapping about y/n.

the both of them were on the couch, Mindy laying on anika's lap. “let’s go to her apartment.” Mindy suggested, and anika said yes.

and the both of them did, they went to your apartment, sharing with ethan. mindy didn't like ethan that much, but anika, ethan and you were the most closest people on earth. but anika alway's felt, that you and ethan had something together.

anika knocked on the door, and anika saw ethan’s tall figure Infront of her. “can i help you anika and mindy?” ethan asked politely, while mindy frowned, and wasn't buying it. mindy barged in the apartment, and knocked on your door.

“y/n? it's me mindy! can we talk?” you heard mindy knocking on your door, loudly. you didn't have any choice, and you just opened it.

“hi mindy, and anika. what are you two doing here?” mindy looked at you with disgust, “you were definitely been crying all night, judging by the looks of yours.” you were offended at the words of mindy.

“so? why do you care.”

“y/n, let's talk.” anika says, you agreed because you trusted anika, but not mindy. so you guys let her out for a bit, she didn't care.

Mindy was going to their place, of course McDonald's! and the core four was there, so she was excited since she was about to get food.

she arrived at McDonald's, and saw chad hooking his hand on tara’s shoulder. “whats up!!” Mindy says loudly. “ohh hey mindy, where have you been?” tara asked, “at y/n’s place, anika and ethan are there right now, they're having a deep talk.”

“ethan?” tara looked at mindy, “why is he hanging out with that douchebag?” tara frown’s, “well they are like something, that's what anika said to me.” mindy sense’s jealousy in the room.

“i can sense jealously in the room..” mindy jokes, and tara doesn't like it. “i need to use the restroom.” she goes directly to the bathroom, slamming the door.

“why does she trust Ethan more than me! I'm supposed to be the one for y/n.” tara thought to herself.

#tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #sam carpenter #ethan landry #anika kayoko #scream x reader #scream #scream 6 #scream 5 #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega

[b00inazkaban]

I have no idea what to post but can people give me like ideas for fics for?

Master list: :)

IM NOT USING THIS MASTER-LIST ANYMORE! Head over to my second one on my navigation page and request from that one please and thank you my lovelies!

Who/What I'll write for:

Most kinks,

Fluff,

Angst (I’m not a fan of angst but I’ll still write) ,

Aged-Up characters,

Any/All genders

Poly relationship’s (3 -5 Character’s)

Harry Potter/ Marauders / Fantastic Beasts:

Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Neville longbottom Cedric Diggory Ginny Weasley Fred Weasley George Weasley Blaise Zabini Pansy Parkinson Theadore Nott Luna Lovegood Cho Chang (maybe depends on request) Bill Weasley Fleur Delacour Tom Riddle Mattheo Riddle Nymphadora Tonks Bellatrix Lestrange (Younger and Older) Lucius Malfoy (Younger and Older) Narcissa Malfoy (Younger and Older) Severus Snape (Younger and Older) Sirius Black (Younger and Older) Remus Lupin (Younger an Older) James Potter Peter Pettigrew (maybe and young and with the good fancast(s) Lily Evans Marlene McKinnon Mary McDonald Dorcus Meadowes Newt Scammander Thesus Scammander Jacob Kowalski Sweathearts; Queenie Goldstein Tina Goldstein !Young! Albus Dumbledore Gellert Grindelwald (Mads or Johnny)

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington Johnathan Byers Billy Hargrove Argyle Eddie Munson Nancy Wheeler Chrissy Cunningham Robin (fem aligned only) Eleven Hopper (fluff only) Dustin Henderson (fluff only) Lucas Sinclair (fluff only) Max Mayfield (fluff only) Mike Wheeler (fluff only) Little!mike x Cg!reader; Will Byers (fluff only) Joyce Byers Jim(James) Hopper Enzo Antonov Karen Wheeler Murray Bauman Dr. Alexie Phil Callahan

Marvel/ DC/ Guardians of the Galaxy:

Tony Stark (Ironman) Steve Rogers (Captain America) Bruce Banner (Hulk) Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Thor Odinson Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Peitro Maximoff Bucky(James) Barnes Pepper Potts Peter Parker Dr. Stephen Strange Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Scott Lang (Ant-Man) Sam Wilson (Flacon) Eddie/Venom Peter Quill Gamora Drax Rocket Yondu Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Orm Marius Barry Allan (Flash)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo Raphael Donatello Michelangelo April O’Neil Casey Jones

Longmire:

Walt Longmire Victoria Moretti Ferguson Henry Standingbear Cady Longmire Branch Connolly Jacob Nighthorse Mathias

Twilight:

Carlise Cullen Esme Cullen Charlie Swan Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Emmet Cullen

Rosile Cullen

Alice Cullen

Flash:

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Harry Wells

Caitlin Snow

Iris West

Julian Albert

Oliver Queen

Captain Cold

Who/what I don’t write for:

Draco Malfoy (Only character I’m so sorry I just can’t write anything for him unless it’s fluff still don't like writing for him tbh)

I won’t write for Rape,

Smut for agere,

Smut for minor x adult

Non-con

Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)

A/n: Ik minors are on here and still read stuff so I'm not putting a age warning on here, people don't really read age warnings usually but I'll put age warning on the one with smut or suggestive themes. Also, please make suggestions with enough detail for me to imagine and make something with, and this is a safe-space for any and all genders and agere, thanks have a good day!

#harry potter #marauders #fantastic beasts #marvel #dc universe #walt longmire #stranger things #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fandom #masterlist #fypage #fyp