#yes waiter an entire book please

[anadiasmount]

what do you think an ideal date with jude be like?

a love for the books - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: request above!

wc: 1.3k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

HIII MY LOVE!! i’m so sorry this was delayed but i’m posting this in honor of valentine’s day 😣🤍 ik this might be a little over the top, but knowning how jude is...🤭 HERE’S THISSS FOR YOU AND ANYONE READING!! like always, hope you enjoy bc it’s pure fluff 🤍🤍

“look so pretty for me darling,” jude said coming up behind you where you shyly looked away as you finished clasping your earrings on. “seriously, like how did i get this lucky,” jude kisses your temple and sighed in relief as he hugged your waist.

you smelled his familiar cologne, kissing his bicep that was bare as he wore a simple black button-up and some jeans. looking more boyfriend than ever. “i don’t know jude, you tell me. i’m the lucky one for being able to spend my weekend away with my boyfriend for the first time in weeks,” you say teasingly.

“you’re right. but i have a girlfriend who is patient, loves and cares for me, and planned this evening for the two of us. don’t worry i have something special in store for you later,” jude leans down and pecks your lips in a loving manner, a groan stuck in his throat as he tastes your sweet taste.

“cmon i wanna eat, i’ve been dying to eat for hours,” jude says pulling you to the door hand to hand. “jude wait hold, wait jude! i need my shoes and my purse,” you say giggling and rushed. jude sits impatiently as you finish final details, sighing in relief once you finished.

jude opens the passenger door for you, refusing to let you do anything and let him be the gentleman he is. he keeps a hand on your thigh but from time and time, he'll interlock hands and kiss the back of it gently, giving you a cheeky smile as he sang to his music.

he led you to your table at the exclusive and private restaurant, never letting go until he grabbed your chair and helped you get seated. his brows pulled in as he scanned through the menu, telling you different options of what he saw or what he was in the mood for.

"we'll take the roscatto red wine in a bottle, and bread rolls for starters," jude spoke kindly, his thumb rubbing your skin as you continued to scan in the menu, thanking the waiter when they brought and filled your glass.

"what's the surprise you mentioned," you asked curiously, leaning your head on your hand that rested on your table. "it won't be a surprise if i tell you," jude snickered, grabbing a small bite of the golden warm bread. "yes but i'm impatient and want to know," you moaned. "if you keep whining i'll blindfold you and won't let you see the entire ride there," jude raised his brow testing you.

"fine, now what are you thinking of getting?" you asked taking a sip of the red wine carefully. "maybe the honey garlic salmon with a side of stirred veggies?" he said slowly as he read the menu. you winced in a disgusted manner, shaking your head at the thought of seafood, "ew..."

"oh please," jude laughed at you, "i bet you'll order pasta or noodles of some sort knowing how you are," jude teased earning a dramatic gasp from you. "for your information, i was thinking of it... BUT i'm going to go with the steak with a side garlic parm zucchini bites and stuffed rolls," you poke your tongue out.

jude and you speak quietly among yourselves, laughing loudly as you remember old memories and remince those times where you first met, last minute dates because you had missed each other. going to random gas stations to get snacks, or stay up all night on facetime.

you could remember it all, write all the memories down on sheets of papers and turn them into a book if you wanted to. jude always tells you the day you have kids, and once they’re bigger, he couldn’t wait to tell them just exactly how you met. how his heart bang out his chest and saw everyone blurry and just you standing in the room.

how nervous he was trying to approach you. the eagerness inside him to hear you laugh or make you smile. how determined he was to get your number or any sort of contact because he knew. how much off a stuttered mess he was once he finally asked you if you want to go inside for a drink. how he felt like the luckiest man on earth, almost cried, when you told him the three words.

through think and thin. you were it for him. and he’ll never ever let go of you.

“cmon… we’re almost there baby…” jude said as he dragged you along the gravel road down into a wet trail. “jude when you mentioned surprise i though a movie night with a fort and a game off poker, not this! i just ate and all this walking is gonna make me throw up,” you laughed nervously, almost misplaced your step any a giant rock.

“funny you say movie night… what if we have a movie night here,” jude closed your eyes, then revealed the open setting. “we can star and moon gaze if we get bored, but we can have a movie night here with all these snacks surrounding us,” jude kisses your forehead, watching your mouth agape as you saw the laid out pillows and sheets, a small table containing the snacks and jude’s ipad.

“jude… this is so CUTE. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for,” you squeal hugging him so tight he’s afraid you’ll break his bones. “only boyfriend you’ll have,” jude states in a possessive manner making you roll your eyes playfully.

“only boyfriend i know, unless for some reason henry cavil turns up single?” you shrug pouting your bottom lip, jude immediately frowning as he followed your steps into the sheets laid out. “uhm first off all were both english. second of all that won’t ever happen, i’ll make sure if it. third of all, you say all this after i do this for my lovely girlfriend?” jude speaks as hoe watches you set up the pillows and open bags of chips.

“i was just kidding… you’re the only hero in my life, and i can’t wait to make more of these memories with you,” you say after nagging an upset jude to lay down. he has one hand under his head, as the other one strokes your back, the bringing it up to tuck a curl back, brushing your cheek and leaning up to capture your lips.

you melt inside, feeling a burn sensation as he kiss your lips. this felt different than past times, the way he holds you, kissing you like a starved man, hands brushing and pulling you on top of him so he can further the kiss even more. your hearts beat quicker, not once pulling away, just in your own world with jude.

“as much as i want to fuck you against these sheets… i want to watch the movie with you,” jude pulls away breathless, smears of your lipstick all over his lips as he closes his eyes trying to calm down. “and what if i say i don’t want to watch the movie… that i’ll take that offer right now,” you whisper, kissing his jaw, making jude shiver.

“if you’re a good girl and do what i’ll say, i’ll gladly grant the wish, so turn around for me and press play…” jude’s voice then deep nudging to the ipad and watching you slowly turn and lay on his arm, feeling your nails gaze onto his skin as you traced his veins.

after a couple minutes of silence and just your breaths and watching the movie, you feel jude pull the strap of your dress down and pepper kisses all over your bare shoulder. “stay still, gonna give my girl the love and care she deserves…”

your love was definitely a story for the books.

#jude bellingham #judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #football fanfic #footballer #football x reader

[emsgwenstan]

Unending, undone.

Larissa Weems x fem reader. (Angst)

Words: 2k?

Warnings: angst, delusions, unrequited love.

Note: I hate this. one of my wips I need to get rid of, I didn’t want to delete the entire thing, I really couldn’t be bothered to edit and make it better. Anyway- hopefully it’s kinda enjoyable, apologies in advance I wrote this like 7 months ago.

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It was the weekend and as of that, yourself, Larissa, vlad and the elderly library lady from nevermore were chaperoning the students that wanted to go into Jericho. Before the kids got off the bus it was made clear once again that they will all be departing at 3:30pm and if not accounted for find your own way back to the school and expect consequences.

all departed off the bus to do their own things, old mrs Byrnes to the local library, vlad to the sports and recreation shop, Larissa entered the wethervain and you opted to stroll the streets.

After about two hours of walking in the bone chilling autumn air, you decide to cross the street to take refuge in the weathervane, hoping Larissa is willing to have you as company if she’s still in there, you hadn't seen her since she walked into the café. Reaching the door her silver hair caught your attention, Larissa was sat at her usual booth close to the back almost tucked away, your gaze was strictly on her, eyebrows slightly furrowed eyes glued to a spot out side, but the small twitch of her lips made her seem to be deep in thought. after working with Larissa for a long period of time you found yourself observing her closely, admiring her from afar, knowing, understanding what makes her happy or mad, keeping a mask was enough to fool others but to you, she was like an open book.

Entering, you walked up to the counter, ordered and paid. Turning to face her, she still hadn’t moved, her shoulders rigged and back straight, statue looking. You waltz over, placing your phone and purse on the table in hopes it breaks her trans like state with a simple. “Hey.” It doesn’t. You took to squatting down and wrapping you hand gently around her gloved wrist that was nursing a cup of black coffee, Larissa let out a small gasp turning to face who ever it was that startled her, only to look down a bit to find you.

“Oh how rude of me I didn’t realise you were there, apologies.” She said softly with a forced smile. You didn’t respond, merely giving her a look of concern, the longer she peered into your eyes the more she knew what you were trying to say. “How could I be so daft to think she couldn’t see right through me?” She thought.

“Do you want me to sit across you or beside you?” You asked standing, sounding maybe a little to stern, however when it comes to the people you deeply care about only seriousness and attentiveness are needed plus a ton of comfort. Larissa shifted over in the seat to make room for you and took to peering back out into the town.

"two large hot chocolates?" the waiter asked slipping the cups gently onto the table. You whipped your head around to him. "yes! thank you so much." you said feeling a little reprieved having to take your eyes away from Larissa, although her interest was piqued at the words 'hot' and 'chocolate'. "oh um would you mind taking this one please?" you asked him, whilst dragging the coffee from Larissa grasp. "yeah no worries, enjoy ladies." he said before returning behind the counter.

Larissa was giving you the biggest look, at this point. “I wasn’t fini-“. She began. “No.” You simply said cutting her off. “The amount of sips you took from the time of me being here, to the lack of steam, means you have had the same cup for quite some time, so you have most definitely finished dearest. Not to mention it was straight black coffee, very unlike you.” You stated proudly, whilst pushing her a cup and pulling one towards yourself.

Watching her hesitantly take a drink, not wanting you to see her defeat, you smirked in victory. Sitting in silence for a while you noticed her demeanour shift, reverting back to her former melancholy state. You took to laying your hand on her thigh and tilting your head in a concerned way. Larissa was unfazed by the action, however still hyper aware of you touch.

Stroking your thumb over her exposed knee, “come, we only have ten minutes.” She blinked a few times to settle back into the air of reality before downing the remanence of her drink. You scooted out of the booth and offered a hand to Larissa, you could feel the warmth radiating from her soft leather gloves. Once standing, she habitably smooths down her dress, you take ahold of her upper arm and waltz out of the cafe and towards the bus.

Doing a head count of all the students that re-entered the vehicle you usher vlad and help mrs Byrnes, before resting your hand on the small of Larissa’s back to help her get in, not that she couldn’t do it herself of course, but you felt the need to gently coax her out of her mind and try getting her to focus until she was back at the school.

With all the children off and back on campus, you were the last ones off I the bus. “I’ll take you to your room.” You said, reaching for her hand. Instantly though, she dodged your grasp only to looked at you as if you tried to burn her, confused you took a step back thing you overstepped. After a moment of awkward silence you spoke. “I’ll uh.. I’ll just go and leave you to it.” You said turning to walk away, your face bright red from embarrassment.

Although you must have taken only about three steps until you felt a warm ungloved hand and fingers threaded through your own and another wrapped around your elbow. Stopping, you peered into her eyes trying to figure out what she’s trying to say, but instead of asking you resumed walking with her attached to you.

Reaching her quarters, she let herself inside only to turn around and see you didn’t follow her. Popping her head back out the door to see you walking back to your own room. “Y/n?” She questioned. You turned back to gaze at her. “What are you doing? Did… you want to come in?” She said softly. “I just thought that- well… you? I?” You stuttered not really knowing what you thought. Larissa left the doorway making a b-line for you. “Would you like to come in? I assumed you would come with me.” She started, sounding confident but gradually became more timid.

Nodding as a yes you both walked separately into her home. Your eyes widen in awe at her living decor, all pieces, trinkets and art were the embodiment of Larissa. She was amused at your staring, pointing out a couple of artists to the paintings you seamed fixated on. Your amazement wasn’t just about the objects themselves more the fact that Larissa and yourself have very similar tastes, however she can afford to buy the finer things in life.

Everything was gawked at, Larissa took note of how you shared the same interests. “Y/n? Do you happen to like shoes?….designer shoes?” She asked your face dropped. “Yes! I do.” She smiled and told you to follow her. You entered what seemed to be her very own room and walk in closet. It was beautiful and organised, she bent down and pulled out a few shoe boxes. “I have these brought over from London every couple of months and I haven’t gotten to sending them back, there the wrong sizes, I think they may fit you.” She said. “Really!… I mean no.” You said trying hard not to be overzealous.

She pulled out a pair of black heals. Ones you’ve had your eye on for years and there they were in her grasp. “Here try them on.” She pleaded. “I mustn’t.” You said “sit.” She commanded taking a hold of your shoe and pulling it off putting it on herself. “There perfect. You may have all of them.” She said. “No, Larissa I can’t.” You said. “Either you take them or I’ll find a way to put them in your room.” She said. Giving in you thanked her and you understand how much they cost and will take care of each one.

After a while of sitting on the floor she lay down with her eyes fluttering. “How about I put you to bed hmmm?” You asked. Larissa looked at her watch. “It’s only five.” You placed the shoes back in there boxes and stacked them on top of each other. “Yes but your exhausted, if you like I’ll come back later and bring some food?” You wondered taking a hold of her elbows as she held onto the insides of yours. Larissa didn’t answer, she merely smiled and walked out into her room and paced to a beautiful tall chested draws and pulled out a navy satin sleep set.

You stood awkwardly in the closet doorway as you watched her ‘should I go back and rearrange the shoes or?…’ you thought, not knowing if you should just leave to give her privacy or what. Larissa tossed the set on her ridiculously large and lavish bed and turned to you. “Y/n would you mind unzipping my dress, I just have trouble reaching behind.” She asked. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at her request, your strong, stern and hopeful front melting away.

You reached up and grabbed her zip dragging it down the expanse of her back, her bra clasp came into view as well as the freckles that littered her skin that you hadn’t seen before. Your hands lingered a little to long and Larissa slowly turned to face you. “I know, someone like me not being able to reach is quite sporadic isn’t it.” She blushed ducking her head. “Not at all, not everyone is as flexible as others, I know I’m certainly not.” You said with a chuckle.

Larissa smiled and moved her hand to her shoulder to peal the material away, slow enough for it to be your queue to leave if need be. That you did, you turned on your heals and made your way back into the walk-in robe to peer at her other belongings.

“You can come back.” She spoke softly, if it were you, you’d probably yell it for some reason even if it’s unnecessary. “Larissa?” You asked, walking to her bed pulling back the covers for her, she plopped on the bed taking out her earrings and removing the rest of her jewellery. “Mmm?” She hummed in acknowledgment. You busied yourself with pulling out the pins in her hair and for once you weren’t the first one to relies how intimate the whole afternoon has been.

“Do you think you could tell me what’s going on in your mind.” You asked concentrating on her hair, trying hard not to pull or hurt. Larissa let out a sigh as if she was dreading the question. “I’m just… not myself today. I’ve been thinking of the past a little to much lately and things I should have done and what things I could have done differently, unhealthy I know but that’s all.” She said in a low velvety voice. “I see. You know I’m here to listen to anything you have to say, I support you and care very much about your wellbeing, no matter how laughable that sounds.” You said.

Larissa raised her chin and looked up through her lashes at your face. A doting, sweet expression graced your face. “Thank you, darling.” She whispered. “Lay down, I’ll draw the curtains and I’ll go ok.” You pulled the covers up over her body to get warm.

With the curtains drawn and all things done, you made your way back to Larissa’s side of the bed. Her eyes fluttered shut as you dipped beside her, larissa looked peaceful and relaxed, it’s a little foreign being so close to larissa in her own home and in her most vulnerable state. You couldn’t manage to tear your eyes away from her soft lips and gorgeous free hair, until you relised her pyjamas had slightly fallen down her shoulder. More freckles adorned her pale skin, had you been aware of her lingering gaze you wouldn’t had stared for so long with out a word.

“What’s the matter?” She asked. “Oh! Nothing, I… sorry I was just, admiring.” You confessed. Your skin turned red once again, you could have just lied but what the use in not telling her how utterly beautiful she is. “Admiring?” She asked with a little smile. “Yes. Your just so…” you began. “A curiosity.” She whispered with her eyes turning sad and seemingly hurt. “No not at all, your beautiful, stunning, exquisite even.” You grinned down at her seeing the way her eyes sparkle at your words.

“Oh.” She said clearly not ready for you to say such wonderful things to her. ‘I love you’. You thought. For the longest time you had been alone and so had Larissa, it feels like your saving each other from drowning in loneliness, a life raft for one another. Her expression changed to complete confusion with wide eyes. “What?” You asked. “You-just…. Did you just say I love you.” She asked almost out of breath. ‘No. No fucking way I just did that.’ Without thinking you shot up and ran to the door and left without so much as a peep.

“Wait-no! Please, I, y/n!” Larissa shouted clambering off and out of the bed, she ripped out her dressing gown and slipped on a pair of flats within 30 seconds and sprinted to your quarters through passage ways to avoid potential eyes. Arriving, she knocked on the door relentlessly to no avail, only to find that the door was unlocked. Stepping in the room cautiously she found you curled in bed with multiple layers of bedding covering your shaking body. Larissa took it upon herself to remove her shoes and gown before fighting you to let go of your vice grip on the blankets, you were laying on your stomach with your face pressed into the pillows. Larissa sunk down into the bed slipping beside you re-covering you both with the covers before she turned on her side and wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you flush to her, front to front.

You hid your head in your hands against her breasts wishing your were invisible. “Y/n. I need you to look at me for what I’m about to say.” She asked, earning a whimper of refusal from you. So she did what was necessary, Larissa grasped your hands prying them away from your face to be met with a wet mess of a face, your eyes open and involuntarily you mouth twitches into a small smile just by looking at her, but faded when you remember what just happened revoking your sight and shutting your eyes again. “Look at me love.” She asked, cupping your cheek using the backs of her fingers to wipe away the tears.

You took a deep breath and looked at her again. “Y/n..” she started. “I love you to.” She said running her fingers through your hair. You stared at her and waited for her to continue. “You asked me what I was thinking about today and I told you I wasn’t feeling like myself… but the truth is, I was watching you for a while this morning, admiring. But I relised that you could never want me. You could never possibly feel the same. Then when you walked in I started to think about previous relationships I’ve had and how terrible they turned out.”

You couldn’t believe it, Larissa Weems, your boss and friend, the most elegant and graceful woman you had ever met loves you. “I-I…” you stuttered , but being unable to conjure words the only option was to show her how you feel. You moved your hands to her face and slowly moved up, each others breath’s mingling, noses and lips lightly brushing, you pull back just to look into her eyes silently asking if it were ok. Larissa crashed her lips onto yours, passionate and strong but oh so loving.

Or at least that's what you wished would of happened if she hadn't let you go back to you quarters when you arrived back at the school. if only Larissa had caught up to you when you turned to leave her, if only she threaded her fingers through your own and stopped you. The small imaginary scenarios are what keeps your mind active but heart heavy, you wouldn't be laying in bed sobbing dreaming of such delusional things, but i suppose we cant all get the ones we love in the end right?

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its been a week since your little awkward incident and both yourself and Larissa have been avoiding each other like the plague, although every night Larissa walks past your quarters to get back to her own, trying to have enough courage to just ask if your ok, but never does, not until she heard struggled breaths and choked sobs emanating from within your room. it was quiet late, very late in fact, almost ten past three in the morning.

she stood outside your door with her back resting on the architrave. "i don't know what I'm supposed to do, i mean i look so stupid crying over a woman i know doesn't want me, why would she? i give her no reason for her to be interested in me, I'm nothing, no one, but is it so wrong to be in love with Larissa?" you asked talking to no one in particular out your window. Larissa's pursed lips pried open in disbelief at your words.

she turned and and without hesitation knocked, wanting- needing to see you, needing your eyes to look at her, needing to be close, not caring who or what you were talking to. after a brief moment you swung open the door with furrowed brows until you saw her, your face dropped at her appearance.

standing there in silence her eyes seemed to tell you something you couldn't understand. Larissa brushed past you and welcomed herself into your room, confused, you closed the door to face her. "I'm afraid I've been quite the asshole." she said. "pardon?" you asked. “I’m sorry y/n, it’s been hard avoiding you and if you would let me… I’d like to apologise and hopefully we can work on this.” She said gesturing between the two of you.

You stood planted to the ground until you took small steps towards her and embraced her in a hug as an acceptance. “I don’t know what you’re going through right now but I only wish to help, please don’t push me away. Even though you don’t feel the same way about me, assuming you just heard, then that’s ok.” You said pulling away from her looking into Larissa’s sad eyes. “I think I can love you, I will learn to, I have to learn how to love again first y/n, but I won’t push you away I’ll try to keep you close I promise.”

At that you lead her out to your balcony and sat down watching the stars soaking in this new kind of relationship, whether it will eventuate into something more then a friendship doesn’t matter because at the end of the day Larissa knows you will always be there, the cards are now resting in her hands, not all expectations are met, not every story ends happily, but for now it’s just the two of you, no one else and you will forever be bonded, now we will never know.

@sabraaabra

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principle weems #wednesday #larissa weems x y/n #gwenchrist(ie) #larissa x reader #wlw fanfic #larissa weems x reader

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Wishful Thinking

Masterlist

"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell us you remembered Hell if you didn't?" Sam asked Dean, who was downing shots like no one's business, as we were sitting at a table at a restaurant. "Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do with it." Dean replied, nonchalantly. "Maybe, but he's still an angel." I pointed out. "Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what --" Dean started to say when our waiter, who is way too cheerful for my taste, comes up to us.

"Radical. What else can I get you guys?" He asked and we turn to him. "Uh, I think we're good." Sam said. "Yeah?" The waiter asked. "Yeah." Sam said, trying to sound patient. "You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?" The waiter asked. "No, no, we're – we're still good." Dean tells him. "Okay, awesome." The waiter said and he walks away.

"Guys, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you two what he did, okay?" Dean said. "Right." Sam and I said, not really believing him. "What?" Dean asked us, annoyed. "Okay. Fine." Sam said, defensively, then I lean forward towards Dean. "Dean, look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." I said to him, firmly. He leans forward and said. "I don't remember a thing from my time down under." But I'm not really convinced as I lean back a bit, skepticism played on my face.

"I don't remember, (y/n)!" he exclaims to me. "Look, Dean, we just want to help." said Sam. "You guys know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is." Dean said, getting angry, just as the waiter comes up to us. "Outstanding. Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?" he asked. "Dude." Dean sighs. "Listen, bros. You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme." the waiter said. "Uh, no extremities, please. Just the --" I started to say, nicely, then he talks over me. "Check? All right, awesome." 

"Thanks." I said and he walks away then Dean turns to us. "All right, so, where do we go from here?" He asked. "I'm not sure. Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see." Sam said as he looks through his laptop. "That's good news for once." I said as Dean drinks his beer.

"Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out. Uh...Up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility." He said and Dean chokes with his beer. "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs." Sam said and we noticed Dean scrambling out of his seat.

"I can see you're very interested." Sam said. "Women, showers. We got to save these people." Dean said and I give him a disapproving look. "Kidding!" He said to me before we start to head out.

"I'm not surprised the spirit world chose to make contact with me. I'm something of a...natural sensitive." Candace said to me. I was sitting at a restaurant called Lucky Chin's and was in the middle of meeting the woman who was "attacked" by a ghost in the showers. Sam and Dean were at the fitness center, checking the place out. "I can sense that about you, Candace, that whole...sensitive thing." I said, giving her a fake smile.

"So, what did you say you're calling your book?" She asked me, curiously. "Oh, well, um...Well, the working title is...Supernatural. Yeah, I've been crossing the country, gathering stories like yours. But, anyways, you were telling me about your encounter." I said. "Yes. Well..." Candace said before she let's out a sigh.

"Once I saw the apparition, that's when I started to run." she explained while I noticed a couple kissing at another table. It was a very nerdy-looking guy with, I gotta admit, a very beautiful woman. This just seemed out of place to me, that girl is way outta that guy's league, who the hell did he get her? "And you said the ghost chased you?" I asked her as I snap my attention back to Candace. "Not just that. It knew my name. It kept yelling, Mrs. Armstrong! Mrs. Armstrong! And that's when I hit the stairs and fell." She explained and I furrow my brow in confusion.

"You fell? The ghost didn't push you?" I asked her. "Oh, I don't – I don't know. I mean, I think it did. Maybe." She said, undecided. "Did you feel like it meant to hurt you, like it was violent, or..." I asked her, curiously. "It was a ghost. I'm lucky to be alive. Anyway, I was at the bottom of the stairs, and that's when it got weird." she said before she chuckles. "It helped me up." she said and I give her a confused but intrigued look

"Say again?" I asked her. "Yeah. It helped me up. And it kept saying over and over, Please, don't tell my mom." She said. "Yeah, that's weird." I said as I raise an eyebrow at this. Why would a ghost help this woman? I thought as I write down some notes.

"Well, you boys pick up anything?" I asked Dean and Sam as I meet them on the stairs of the Fitness Center, where Candace had the ordeal with the ghost. "No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean." Dean said as he sets aside a newspaper, which I could see the headline saying Local Man Wins $168M Lottery.  "Yeah. I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs." I said

"I got to tell you, I'm pretty disappointed." Dean said, in a disappointed tone, and Sam exhales sharply. "You wanted to save naked women." Sam said. "Damn right I wanted to save some naked women." Dean said and I left my leg up and kick Dean in the ass. "Ow!" Dean said and Sam chuckles lightly at this as three boys chase after another boy.

"Come on, guys, get him!"

"I got him! I got him!"

"Run, Forrest, run!" I shouted at the boy before Sam turns to Dean. "Sorry, Dean, but I don't think anything's going on around here." Sam said. "Yeah, I have to agree with Sam." I said just as we hear a man arguing with a police officer.

"How the hell was I supposed to get a look at it? It grabbed me from behind and threw me into a tree!" The man shouts at the officer and Dean took notice of this. "Something's going on." He said and we stand and watch.

"Yeah, okay, Gus. I understand you got shook up. Anyone would be. But don't you think it – Don't you think it had to be a bear?" The officer asked, which angered Gus. "I know a damn bear track when I see one! This thing didn't leave bear tracks! Its feet were huge!" Gus shouts.

"Now, Gus..." the officer said, exasperated, but Gus shouts over him. "It was Bigfoot, Hal – The Bigfoot!" the boys and I exchange looks at this as Hall sighs. "Gus, you're not talking sense here." Hal said. "There's a Bigfoot out there, damn it, and he's a son of a bitch!" Gus shouts and we go over to them.

"Excuse us. FBI." Sam said as he flashes his fake badge to them. "What?" Hal said, confused. "Yes, sir. We're here about the...That." Sam said as he nods at Gus. "About Bigfoot?" Hal asked. "That's right." Sam said then he turns to Gus. "Sir, can you tell me exactly where this happened?" He asked. "Yes, I can." Gus said, proudly.

"What the hell's going on in this town? First there's a ghost that's not real, and now a Bigfoot sighting?" Dean asked as we search the forest area Gus told us about. "Well, every hunter worth his salt knows Bigfoot's a hoax." Sam said. "Well, maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town water supply." Dean suggests but then I noticed huge tracks.

"Uh, boys..." I said as I run up towards the tracks and stop, the boys follow me and stop as well. "Okay. What do you suppose made that?" Dean asked. "That, uh...is a big foot." I said, lost for words at what I was seeing. I mean, demons, vampires and ghost I understand but Bigfoot? That seems a stretch. "Okay." Sam mutters and we follow the tracks to the back of a liquor store that has been broken into. 

"So, what – Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch?" Dean asked and I look through the shelves and found an empty shelf with the label of the drink on it. "Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink drunk." I remarked as Dean helps himself to a bottle of a drink on the shelves, and puts it into his jacket pocket. 

"Hey. Check this out." Sam calls out and we go over to see him standing in front of the magazine rack to see a specific rack missing. "He took the whole porno rack?" Dean said, shocked. "Well, I'll say it again. What the hell is going on in this town?" He said.

Later, the three of us sit down on a bench outside the store as we try to figure out just what exactly is going on. "I got nothing." Dean said. "It's got to be a joke, right? Some big-ass mother in a gorilla suit?" Sam suggested. "Or it's a Bigfoot. You know, and he's some kind of a alcoholo-porno addict. Kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny." Dean said. "We sure it ain't you and you just don't remember?" I asked Dean, teasingly. "Hey!" Dean said, a bit offended, when a girl on a bike passes us and a Busty Asian Beauties magazine falls to the ground from the box on the bicycle.

"A little young for busty Asian beauties." Dean said and we go and see the girl dropping off a box full of alcohol and porn, along with a note, at the back door of the liquor store. She starts to take off and we follow her home.

"What's this, like a Harry and the Hendersons deal?" Dean asked as I knocked on the door of the house we saw the girl go into. The door opens and the girl answers it. "Hello?" She said. "Hello! Um, could we...You know what? Are your parents home?" I asked her, sweetly. "Nope." The girl replied. "No." I said, confused and taken aback.

"No." Sam and Dean said then Dean clears his throat. "Um...Have you seen a really, really furry..." he tries to explain then the girl gets a worried look on her face. "Is he in trouble?" She asked and the boys and I exchange a look before I speak again.

"No. No, no, no. Not at all." I chuckled. "We just – We wanted to make sure he was okay." I continued and the boys nod. "Exactly." Dean said. "He's my teddy bear. I think he's sick." The girl said. "Wow. Uh...Amazing. 'Cause you know what? We...are, uh...teddy bear doctors." Dean said and this seems brighten the girl's demeanor.

"Really? Can you please take a look at him?" she asked us. "Sure." I said. "Sure. Yeah." Sam and Dean said and the girl let's us in her house.

We follow her inside the house then up the stairs. "He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy." She said then she goes to knock on the door. "Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you." She said and she opens the door to reveal a real, big and drunk teddy that is watching television. "Close the friggin' door!" The bear shouts, angrily, and the girl closes the door. "See what I mean?" She asked and the boys and I share a bewildered, shocked and confused look at each other.

"All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked. But now he's sad all the time – not ouch sad, but ouch-in-the-head sad – says weird stuff, and smells like the bus." The girl explains and she sounded really sad and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"Okay, um...I'm sorry, sweetie, what's your name?" I asked as I kneel down to her level. "Audrey!" She said. "Audrey. How exactly did your teddy become real?" I asked her. "I wished for it." She replied. "You wished for it?" Sam asked her. "At the wishing well." Audrey said and Dean opens the bedroom door.

Inside, Teddy was watching the news on the TV. "Look at this." Teddy said before he chuckles. "You believe this crap?" He asked as I stand up and Sam and I walk into the room. "Not really." Dean said, still in disbelief at a tall talking teddy bear. "It is a terrible world." Teddy said then he shouts. "Why am I here?!"

"For tea parties!" Audrey shouts at him. "Tea parties? Is that all there is?" Teddy asked, upset, as we hear guns firing on the TV. We step out of the room then turn to Audrey. "Audrey, give us a second, okay?" I said to her and she nods then the boys and I walk out into the hallway.

"Okay. Are we...Should we...Uh, are we gonna kill this teddy bear?" I asked them, in a quiet voice. "How? Do we shoot it, burn it?" Dean asked us, in the same tone. "I don't know. Both?" Sam said, shrugging. "How do we even know that's gonna work? I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed-off teddy on our hands." I whisper-yelled. "Yeah. Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really the, you know, core problem here." Sam said then we go back over to Audrey.

"Audrey. Where are your parents?" I asked her. "My mom wished they were in Bali, so I think they're in Bali." she replied. "Okay, well...I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but...your bear is sick. Yeah, he's – he's got..." I said trying to think of something but luckily Dean saves my ass.

"Lollipop disease." he said.

"Lollipop disease." I said, nodding. "It's not uncommon for a bear his size. But, see, it's – it’s really contagious." Dean said. "Yeah, so, is there – is there someone, maybe a grown-up, that you can stay with while we treat him?" Sam asked her. "Mrs. Hurley lives down the street." She said. "Perfect." Dean said. "Good, yeah, good. Uh, we'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay?" I said to her. "Okay." She said. "Oh, and, Audrey? Where is this wishing well?" Dean asked her.

Minutes later, we see a boy throws a coin into the fountain and leaves just as we come up on it. "Think it works?" Dean asked us. "Got a better explanation for teddy back there?" I asked him. "Well, there's one way to find out." Dean said as he pulls out a coin.

"What are you gonna wish for?" Sam asked him. "Shh!" Dean said and he throws a coin. "Not supposed to tell." he said and the coin lands in the fountain and not a second later, a guy comes up, holding a bag.

"Somebody order a footlong Italian with jalapeño?" he asked. "That'd be me." Dean said, smiling, as he raises his hand.

After that, we sit at a table, in the Chinese restaurant I was at with Candace, while Dean eats his sandwich. "I think it works, guys. That was pretty specific." He said. "The teddy bear, the sandwich..." Sam lists off. "Mm. I'm guessing this." Dean said as he shows the newspaper article about the lottery winner. "I'm guessing that." I said as I point out the couple at the next table, which was the same one from earlier.

Dean looks over and seems shocked. "Well, that definitely goes on the list." He said as he turns back to us. "What are we supposed to do, huh? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, it sounds like kind of a douche-y thing to do." He said. "Yeah, maybe. But come on, man. When has something like this ever come without a price tag? And usually a deadly one." Sam said. "I don't know. It's a damn good sandwich." Dean said as he takes another bite of his sandwich then noticed mine and Sam's disapproving look.

"All right. Fine. We'll put a hold on the wishing till we figure out what's going on." Dean said just as a waiter comes up to us. "Uh, gentlemen, lady. I'm sorry. We don't allow people to eat outside food here." He said and Dean turns to him.

"Well, I am certainly not gonna eat the inside food here. Health department. You, my friend, have a rat infestation. We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C." Dean said as he stands up and holds up a badge. "Rats?!" The waiter exclaimed, confused.

Later, we were able to drain the fountain and I sweep up the coins. "Typical fountain, plaster Buddha. Nothing I can see." I said to the boys. "Yes, nothing. We keep a clean place here." The waiter said, annoyed, then Sam turns to him. "Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave during the preliminary investigation, okay? Thank you." He said and the waiter leaves.

Then we all look at the fountain until Dean turns to me and Sam. "Oh, come on. Aren't you two a little bit tempted?" he asked and he flips Sam a coin then flips me a coin. "No." Sam said as he hands the coin back to Dean. "Same but thanks for the coin." I said as I pocket and Dean looks at me as if to say I can't believe you did that and I stick my tongue out at him. "Besides...it wouldn't be real. I wouldn't trust it." I said. "Agreed." Sam said. "I don't know. That bear seemed pretty real." Dean said and Sam and I chuckle.

"Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started...Think about it. You'd be some big yuppie lawyer with a nice car and a white picket fence." Dean said to Sam, who shakes his head. "Not what I'd wish for." He said. "Seriously?" Dean and I said, in unison. "It's too late to go back to our old lives, guys. I'm not that guy anymore." Sam said.

"All right, well, what, then? Hmm? What would Sammy wish for?" Dean asked and Sam glares at the fountain. "Lilith's head on a plate. Bloody." He growls. "Okay." Dean said and I turn my head away. Honestly, I don't blame Sam...I want Lilith dead too. What she did to Dean still haunts me even though now he's standing right here next to me.

Suddenly, I noticed something at the bottom of the fountain. "What is that?" I asked as I point at it. It was the size of a coin but it has some weird markings on it. The boys turn their heads and see where I was pointing.

"Some kind of old coin. I don't recognize the markings." Sam said as Dean tries to pick it up, but couldn't. "Damn." Dean said as he tries to pull again. "Lift with your legs." I said as Dean continues to pull on it. "Is that little mother welded on there? Huh." he asked.

Minutes later, we come back to the restaurant with a hammer and a crowbar. "Hey, hey, hey, what is this?! You are gonna break my fountain!" the waiter exclaims at us. "Sir, I don't want to slap you with a 44/16, but I will." Sam threatens then the waiter leaves us alone. "All right, thanks." He said and we head to the fountain.

"Let me see that. I got an idea." Dean said and I hand him the hammer. He then tries to budge the coin from the fountain, but breaks the hammer. "Damn!" Dean shouts. "Coin's magical." I remarked. "Boy, I'd say. I think it's hoodoo that's protecting the well. I don't think we can destroy this." Dean said then Sam kneels down with a pen and paper and traces the coin and gives the paper to me.

"All right, here. You and Dean got to look into this." he said and he turns away after I take the paper from him. "Where you going?" Dean asked him. "Something just occurred to me." Sam said and he walks away while Dean and I share a look.

Later, Dean and I get back to the hotel when a boy, the one we saw getting chased by the bullies earlier, was now chasing after the same kids. "You better run!" he shouts after the kids then he stops and turns around to us. "You two got a problem?" He asked Dean, confrontational. "What? No." Dean said and I look at the kid. "Easy there, Tiger." I tell the kid then Dean's body jerks a bit and he puts a hand to his stomach.

"Dean?" I said, worried, and I noticed he was trying to hold back something in his mouth. "Oh no." I muttered and I grab his arm and we run into the hotel room. 

*3rd Person POV*

After finding out that a teenage boy wished himself invisible so he could stare at naked women and threatened the boy, Sam comes into the hotel room and hears Dean throwing up in the bathroom. "Dean? You all right?" Sam asked and (y/n) walks out of the bathroom, a hand-towl in hand, and heads to the little kitchen area.

"The wishes turn bad, Sam. The wishes turn very bad." she informs as she wets the rag again. "The sandwich, huh?" he asked. "Yep." She said and she heads back to the bathroom and hands the towel to Dean. "Here, honey. Wipe your face." She said and she turns to Sam.

"The coin was Babylonian. It's cursed. We found some fragments of a legend." She said and, at that moment, Dean gags and pukes in the toilet again. Sam winces at this and (y/n) looks back over at Dean. "I'm good." He croaks as he stays leaned over the toilet and (y/n) kneels down and rubs his back then turns her head to Sam.

"The serpent is Tiamat, which is the Babylonian god of primordial chaos. Dean and I guess their priests were working some serious black magic." She said. "They made the coin?" Sam asked. "Yeah, to sow the seeds of chaos. Whoever tosses a coin in the wishing well, makes a wish, it turns on the well. Then it starts granting wishes to all comers." Dean said as he starts to stand up and wipe his face with the towel (y/n) brought. (Y/n) stands up as well.

"But the wishes get twisted. You ask for a talking teddy..." Sam said and (y/n) nods. "You get a bipolar nut job." she said as they go sit on one of the beds. "And you get E. coli." Sam said, nodding towards Dean who now is standing up. "Mm. This thing has turned more than one town upside down over the centuries. It's even wiped a few off the map. I mean, one person gets their wish, it's trouble, but everybody gets their wish..." Dean explains. "It's chaos." Sam finishes his sentence. "Mm-hmm." Dean and (y/n) said.

"Any way to stop it?" Sam asked them. "Yeah. One way. We got to find the first wisher. Whoever dropped the coin in and made the first wish, they're the only ones who can pull it back out and reverse the wishes." (Y/n) explained, still rubbing Dean's back as he still looked a little unwell. "So for now, we've got a couple of nutso dreams come true, but once the word gets out about the well, things are just gonna get crazier and crazier." Dean said and Sam looks between them.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean was asleep, tossing and turning as he usually does, while I was awake doing some research and Sam was getting us some food. "Dean, wake up!" I shout and he wakes up, sitting up very quickly. "What? I'm up. What?" Dean asked and I eyed him. "Sleep well?" I asked him. "Yeah." He said then he drinks from a whiskey bottle on the floor next to the bed. "Tan, rested, and ready." He said and I sighed and slam my hands down on the table.

"Dean, come on, honey. You think I can't see it?" I asked him, angrily. "See what?" He asked as he turns to me. "The nightmares, the drinking. I'm with you 24/7. I know something's going on. And Sam knows something's going on too!" I said. "(Y/n), please." Dean pleads.

"Uriel wasn't lying, but you are. You remember Hell, don't you?" I asked as I stand up and walk towards him. "What do you want from me, huh? What?" Dean asked me, angry, as he spreads his arms out to the sides. "The truth, Dean. I mean, I'm your girlfriend. I love you more than anything. I, I just wish you'd talk to me." I said, desperately. "Careful what you wish for." he said, with sarcasm, and I roll my eyes. "Cute." I sneered.

"Seriously, Dean, we used to talk all the time. But...ever since you came back..." I started to say but Dean talks over me. "Come on, can we stow the couples therapy, huh? We're on a job. I want to work. What do you got?" He said and I stare at him, then I cross my arms across my chest. "Dean..." I plead but he shakes his head. "Please?" He asked me and that's when Sam walks in with our food, then he looks between us. 

"I'm interrupting something, aren't I?" He asked and I sighed. "No, Sam. You're good." I said then I turn to Dean. "Consider the conversation tabled, but not over." I said to him and he sighs, annoyed, while Sam sets the food down and we begin to grab our respective orders.

"So...what were you able to gather, (y/n)?" Sam asked me while Dean turn to the paper after a few minutes of silence. "We got teddy bear, uh, lottery guy, invisible pervert guy. They all must have wished sometime in the last two weeks. But who wished first, and how are we supposed to know who else wished for what when?" I asked Sam then Dean holds up the paper he has.

"Well, it helps when they announce it in the paper. Goes back a month." He said and he sets the paper down and a picture of the couple I've been seeing around with an announcement under the picture. "Wesley Mondale and Ms. Hope Lynn Casey have announced their surprise engagement." Sam reads. "Ah, true love." Dean said, sarcastically, and I chuckle. "Best lead we got." I said.

"Wes! You didn't tell me that you called the florists for the wedding." Hope said as she leads us into hers and Wes' house. "Huh?" Wes said, confused, as he looks up at us. "You're the best! Mmm! Ah!" Hope said as she hugs him and kisses him. "I'm gonna go get my folders." She said as she walks away.

"Uh, o-- Okay." Wes said then he looks up at us. "Wesley, how's it going?" Dean asked him. "It's Wes...ss." he said as he starts to stand up but noticed our gun holsters then he sits back down. "Aren't you the guys from the health department?" He asked us. "Yeah. And florists on the side." Sam said. "Plus FBI." I added. "And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors." Dean said.

"Huh?" Wes said. "Doesn't matter who we are. What matters is what we know." Dean said as I look around the room and noticed some coins on a table. "So, coin collector, huh, Wes?" I asked him. "Oh. Yeah. My...grandfather gave them to me." He said. "Did you happen to lose one of those coins lately? And by lose, I mean drop into a wishing well at Lucky Chin's and make a wish on it?" Dean asked him. "No, I – I don't know what you're, uh, talking about." Wes said, nervously, then Hope comes back with lots of papers and folders.

"Okay, now. I have a lot of ideas, but, you know, we don't have all the money in the world. Wes is between jobs right now. Means more time for me. You know, I'm thinking a Japanese-y ikebana kind of thing." She said, happily, as Wes gets up from his chair. "Yes. I can see it." Dean said. "Yeah. So, Hope, uh, tell us how you two lovebirds met." Sam said to her and she smiles, brightly.

"Oh, best day of my life." She said. "I bet." Dean said, with a hint of sarcasm. "Yeah! It's the funniest thing. We both grew up here, but I never really knew who he was. Not by name anyway. Until one day last month, it was like I just.." she stops then sighs as she smiles, lovingly, at Wes. "I just saw him for the first time. He was just...glowing. Oh, just glowing." She said. "Uh, babe, can you – can you get us some coffee?" Wes asked her. "Yes. Yeah." She said and she kisses Wes over and over. "Oh. Okay. Okay. Mm-Hmm. Okay. Oh, okay. Oh. Mm-mmm, okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay." He said in between the kisses. "Yeah." She said and she walks into the kitchen. 

"Wes, we know. So tell us the truth." I tell him and he looks between us then sighs. "My – my grandfather found the coin in north Africa, you know, World War II. And, uh, he brought it back. He, um, he said it was a real wish-granting coin, but that nobody should ever use it. Um...It was all I had, and when he died, I thought, Well, you know what? Why not give the coin a shot?" He explained as he paces across the room. "Yeah, well, now you're gonna wish it back." Sam tells him.

"Oh. Oh. Ha ha, no, I'm not." Wes chuckles. "If you don't stop it, something bad's gonna happen." Dean tells him. "Something bad. Like us." I tell him in a low tone and Wes looks at me, afraid. "We really wish you'd come with us." Dean said.

Minutes later, Dean was driving, beside him is Sam and Wes and I were in the back seat. "I don't get it. So, my wish came true. Why does that have to be a bad thing?" Wes asked us. "Because the wishes go south, Wes. Your town is going insane." Sam explained.  "Come on. You're gonna sit there and tell me that your relationship with Hope is functional, that it's what you wished for?" Dean asked him.

"I wished she would love me more than anything." Wes said. "Yeah, and, uh, how is that going? That seem healthy to you?" I asked him. "Well, it's a hell of a lot better than when she didn't know I was alive." Wes said, annoyed. "You're not supposed to get what you want, man, not like this. Nobody is. That's what the coin does. It takes your heart's desires and it twists it back on you. You hear of the whole, uh, be careful what you wish for?" Dean said.

At that moment, it felt like we hit and ran over something. "Did we just hit something?" I asked the boys. "I didn't see anything." Dean said. "Me either." Sam said. "Careful what you wish for." Wes said, mockingly, then he goes to speak in his normal voice. "You know who says that? Good-looking jerks like you guys, the ones who've got it so easy because you happen to be handsome." Wes said then he looks over at me. "Or pretty."

"Easy?" Sam, Dean and I said. "Yeah. Women – women look at you, right? They notice you. I mean, you got this pretty lady hanging around you." Wes said. "Believe us, we do not have it easy." Sam said. "We are miserable. We never get what we want. In fact, we have to fight tooth and nail just to keep whatever it is we got." Dean said. "But you know what? Maybe that's the whole point, Wes. People are people 'cause they're miserable bastards, 'cause they never get what they really want." I said to him.

"Right, yeah, you get what you want, you get crazy." Sam said. "Take a look at Michael Jackson, hmm? Or Hasselhoff." Dean said. "You know what? Hope loves me now – completely. And it's awesome. Besides, look around. Where's all this, uh, insanity you guys were talking about?" Wes asked, not taking us seriously.

Then we come up to a parking lot and see the bullied boy go up to a car, which had some of the bullies inside of it, and began to lift it. Dean stops the car as we watch this. "Well, that should cover it." Dean said as the boy tips the vehicle over. "Kneel before Todd! Kneel before Todd!" He shouts, maniacally.

*3rd Person POV*

Todd is rocking the vehicle with the boys still inside while Dean gets out of the Impala. "Fine! I'll handle Todd. You two get Wes to Lucky Chin's. Go!" Dean shouts. "Right." Sam said and he drives away as Dean confronts Todd. "Hey, kid! Can I talk to you for a second?" Dean asked him. "Get out of my way!" Todd yells and Dean raises his hands up. "Okay. Hey, I can dig it, Todd. It – it's Todd, right? Look, I-I know the score. Okay? They're – they're bullying you." He said.

"Every day. Every day! You do not know what it's like!" Todd yells. "No, no, I don't. But, you know, you're you and I'm me, so—" Dean said before he chuckles a bit. "Couldn't stop them. I couldn't do anything. Then Audrey Elmer told me the wishing well worked." Todd said. "Okay, okay. Look – look, I get it. They're – they're mean little jerks, huh? But they're not superhuman like you. You see, with great power comes great respon..." Dean started to say but then Todd punches Dean and throws him into some garbage cans and trash bags.

Meanwhile, Sam parks in front of the Lucky Chin's and he, (y/n) and Wes get out. "That – that – that kid turned over that car like – like it was nothing." Wes said, shocked. "You should have seen the teddy bear." (Y/n) said to him. "Now, come on. Fun's over. Time to pull the coin." Sam said but Wes doesn't budge.

"Wes!" Sam and (y/n) said. "Well, why can't we just get what we want?!" Wes asked, angrily. "Because that's life, Wes." Sam said then, suddenly, a lightning bolt strikes Sam and (y/n) and they fall over dead.

Wes jumps at this then he heads into the restaurant, where he sees Hope standing in front of the well. "Hope?" He said, shocked, and she turns to him. "I had to do it, didn't I? They were gonna make you wish away our love." She said. 

Back at the parking lot, Dean gets up from the garbage. "Hey, kid! I didn't want to have to do this." he said and he punches Todd, who doesn’t move. "Ohh!" Dean said then Todd puts a hand around Dean’s throat and starts to choke him.

"You wished a man and a woman dead?" Wes asked, horrified. "I love you more than anything." Hope said. "Stop saying that. Stop it!" Wes shouts as he walks up to her and places his hands on her shoulders. "But I do. More than anything. More than me. More than life. Oh, Wes. Don't hate me." Hope said, her voice breaking. 

Wes looks her over for a few moments then goes to hug her, he realizes what he must do. "It'll be okay. I'll make it okay. It's gonna be okay." He mutters to her and he removes the coin from the fountain, reversing all the wishes. Todd isn't strong anymore and lets Dean go while Sam and (y/n) wake up. 

Todd looks upset now that his powers weren't working but Dean looks at him. "Okay. Follow my lead and you won't have a problem. Come on." he said then Dean throws himself up against another vehicle in front of for bullies. "Okay, man, no more! No more, okay?" Dean said, pretending to be scared of Todd. Then he turns to the kids. "I wouldn't mess with this kid any more if I were you." He said and he walks away. 

"Hope." Wes said as he pulls away from Hope, who looks at him as if she doesn't recognize Wes. "Do I know you?" She asked him. He stands there and shakes his head then she leaves. A moment later, a dejected Wes walks outside of the restaurant and gives the coin to Sam then leaves. "Poor guy...kinda feel bad for him." (Y/n) said, sympathetically, and Sam nods a bit.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was reading the local newspaper which had the headline saying: Winning Lottery Ticket A Fake, when I see Audrey walking past, followed by her sunburned parents. She was now carrying a normal-sized teddy with a hole in his head and a sticking plaster on it. She smiles and waves at me and I wave back at her as Sam comes up to me and Dean.

"Well, uh, coin's melted down. It shouldn't cause any more problems." He said. "Audrey's parents are back from Bali." I said. "Looks like all the wishes are gone. And so are we." Dean said and we began to leave. "Hang on a second." Dean said and Sam and I stop and turn to Dean. "What?" We asked him.

"You guys were right." He said. "About what?" I asked him. "I shouldn't have lied to you two. I do remember everything that happened to me in the Pit. Everything." Dean said and my eyes widen at this. "So tell us about it." Sam said.

"No." Dean said, firmly, and Sam and I give him confused looks. "Uh..." Sam mutters. "What?" I asked. "I won't lie anymore. But I'm not gonna talk about it." Dean replied. "Dean, look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone. You got to let us help." I said as I gesture between me and Sam.

"How? Do you really think that a little heart-to-heart, some sharing and caring, is gonna change anything? Hmm? Somehow...heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here." Dean said. "We know that." Sam said. "It could help with the nightmares you're having, Dean." I said and Dean shakes his head at me.

"The things that I saw...there aren't words. There is no forgetting. There's no making it better. Because it is right here..." he said and he taps his head. "...forever. You two wouldn't understand. And I could never make you two understand. So I am sorry."

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𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. ran haitani

Summary: He was your entire book. You were only a chapter in his. Just when you've moved on to newer things, your history hinders you from a proper closure and reunion with your first love.

ft. ran haitani x f!reader

c/w: angst, no comfort

wc: 1.5k

a/n: belated happy birthday, braid man

“I won't let me hold you back, [ Y / N ].” You have managed to land a visit with Ran in juvenile.

“It’s just a year of juvie, I can wait for that… maybe, get a job too so then we can have money when we leave for Kyoto.” You insist.

“[ Y / N ], please, don’t waste your time on me.” He shook his head, chained hands locking with yourd. “Go ahead. You’ve always wanted to attend Kyoto University, right? This is your time. I’ll be fine here.” He urged.

“Ran,”

“[ Y / N], please?” He was always supportive of your decisions. So far as moving to Kyoto with you and Rindou just so you can attend your dream college.

However, things don't always go as planned when they land in juvie after igniting trouble.

“I’ll follow, right after me and Rindou get out, we’ll follow… and I’ll come find you.” He bids.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes.”

And it’s been a year,

Then five,

Actually, now, exactly a decade.

The first time you stepped on the streets of Kyoto, you could think of nothing in your life but wait for him and reunite.

You wasted endless days and nights, weeks and months simply waiting for him. And it was all for naught.

But your eyes were soon opened from the deep trance and idea of him showing up. you didn't go here to just waste your life, so you built plans of your own without Ran Haitani in the picture.

So then you attended your dream university and now owned a booming fashion boutique.

The day was drawing to a close, and the vast, deep night revealed the starry night landscape. On night trips back to your house like this, the wind was cool against your hair, bringing pleasant time with yourself which felt too good to last.

You headed towards the exclusive bistro you loved dining in, immediately being met by your regular waiter who insisted on taking the coat off your warm body before escorting you onto the lounge. However, you felt like having dinner at home away from the bustling premises to have a moment for yourself after the eventful week you just had.

So instead, you remain seated in the lounge, patiently scrolling through your phone with your complimentary wine in the other hand.

Ten minutes had passed when you started waiting for your order when a toddler walked up to you, staring into your eyes with her large ones. You didn't acknowledge her presence until you felt a pair of pudgy hands tug on your coat, drawing your attention away from your phone screen

You weren't sure what the child wanted, so you gave her a friendly bow before leaning forward to get to her eye level.

“Yes, child? What is it that brings you to me?” You ask politely, and she could only continue to stare up at you with adoration.

“Sweetheart, there you are…” A deep, masculine voice rejoiced down the hall, his tall frame swiftly jogging up to where you sat.

You divert your gaze to the man, assuming he is the child's father based on the violet irises that mirrored hers. They were almost like… Ran’s.

���Papa!” The child chirped as he jumped in the man’s arms. At this point, you have already turned to your side, not realizing that the father and daughter haven't left yet.

You were about to make a phone call, until,

“[ Y / N ]?”

The insides of your chest churned from the distinct mention of your name slipping from his mouth, now piecing the picture together before hesitantly turning back around,

“What…?” You weren't exactly sure what drove you to blurt it out, but once you got a clear view of the man once more, you easily recognized the face you dearly loved at some point in your past.

Ran let out a chuckle, with a tinge of surprise from the unexpected encounter as he held the toddler in her arms.

Besides the living child in his arms, the silver band on his left proved otherwise that Ran Haitani is now indeed a family man.

You've told yourself multiple times that you have moved on from him, yet a wave of pain washed over your body upon confirming your observations.

“[ Y / N ], it’s you,” He spoke up, voice coming to a softer tone.

“Papa, my name is [ Y / N ] too!” The toddler spoke up, making the man tense and cheeks tint with a shade of bright red.

You gasp at the realization, now matching Ran’s startled expression.

“Hello, Ran.” You nod, before shifting your gaze to the side for a moment, questioning how casual you are interacting.

You had no idea how to feel. Your first love had returned, and he appeared to have made significant progress in his life without you.

If he'd arrived a few years earlier, perhaps you wouldn't be so perplexed by your feelings. No questions asked, you would happily welcome him back into your life.

But that isn’t the case now.

“Uh, how are you?” Although it didn’t show, guilt shadowed Ran’s emotions.

When him and Rindou were released from Juvie, he believed it was unfair to barge in your stable life in Kyoto and follow with his plethora of troubles.

So, he made up a life of your own in his head; you had finished business university, got a huge penthouse in the heart of the city, which is always kept clean and reeked the smell of fresh laundry, and that you now have a large business of your own which you’ve always dreamt about.

And most importantly— you’re smiling. You always had your sweet smile when he pictured you.

He didn’t need to call you, because he wanted to keep you that way.

Ran pictured you as happy as he is with his family.

Because it is way better than wondering.

“I’m good… Finished school, and uh, ticked off some goals, I guess.” You nod with a bittersweet chuckle. “You?”

“Uh, you’ve met her.” Ran chuckled, carefully bouncing the toddler in his arms. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you.” You waved at the child. She resembled Ran so much.

Not long after, a gorgeous, sophisticated woman came in sight and latched onto Ran’s arm, who then placed a kiss on the child’s head.

Of course, Ran would pull any gorgeous women.

“Who’s this, hon?” She asks,

“This is uh—” Ran stammered, thinking twice whether to say your name which inspired the name of their firstborn.

“[ L / N ], an old friend from Tokyo.” You spoke for him, reaching for the woman’s hand for a shake

“Nice to meet you.” She nods, taking the toddler from Ran’s arms. “I’ll get the driver while you talk to your friend,” She excused herself from the two of you. You couldn’t help but look at the kid who peeked over her mother’s shoulders, waving her arms at you with an innocent smile on her face.

“Uhm,”

“Here you go, Ran.” Without hesitation, you pulled the bracelet from your wrist and wore them over his. Ran's breath caught in his throat, surprised by how you held onto the sentiment all these years.

He never thought he'd get to have his hands on this trinket once again. Although he wanted to feel relieved that his mother's gift was back in his possession, his guilt intensified from how he left you hanging alone in a city you were a foreign to.

“Your order, ma’am,” The waiter came back with your take-out bag, then leaving you and Ran alone once more. “It’s time to go.” You threw him one last glance,

“See you around, Haitani Ran.” You bow, turning your back to his before a tear could dear slip from your eyes.

Ran heavily sighed. With a leap of faith, he urged to jog and catch up to you, encasing your body in his arms from behind.

You took a step back and let the tears fall from his unexpected gesture. You've been anticipating this moment for years, but weren't sure whether you wanted it or not.

“Ran, what are you doing?”

“I missed you so much.” He inhaled, resting his chin on your head.

“I…” You exhaled,

“I missed you too.” As much as you wanted to stay and have a proper conversation with him, your encounter today was enough closure that will put you to peace.

“I don't know what to say, it's… good to see you again.” He says, brushing a rhumb over your arm.

You frowned. With a heavy heart, you push his arms off before wiping your tears away, then turning back him with a smile,

“Take care of your family, Ran.”

You then open the doors before he can catch you once again. Because then this time, you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes and say goodbye.

There wouldn't be any last words. They would simply stare at each other as the cars and the people rush by. It would be a silent goodbye.

He was her entire book. She was only a chapter in his.

#tokyo revengers #ran haitani #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader angst #ran haitani x reader angst #ran haitani imagines #ran haitani scenarios #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers imagines #angst

[fallinfl0wers]

hii! since ur requests are open could i request childe, thoma, yoimiya and nilou with a reader who has social anxiety/trouble socialising? if this prompt makes you uncomfortable, feel free to delete my ask! thanks 💗

fandom: genshin impact characters: childe, thoma, yoimiya, nilou reader type: gender neutral genre: general, fluff, comfort warnings: reader has social anxiety notes: as a person who has social anxiety, this was so sweet to write <3

Childe

Childe is great at socializing, actually. As an extrovert, he really has no trouble talking to people regardless of his or their intentions.

The first time he saw you freezing out of social anxiety took him aback, as it happened in what to him was a situation that could be easily solved.

Just the typical moment when the waiter gives you the wrong dish, and you can't find it in yourself to call out to them to communicate the issue.

He was that "Excuse me? They asked for no pickles!" meme lmao.

That's usually what he does when he sees a situation is too much for you no matter how much you're trying, he steps in to save your poor anxious heart

Encourages you to go out there and talk to people at your own pace- he will go right behind you!

Go shop for a small thing, borrow a book from the library, say hello to your coworkers, just walk around "on your own", he will be a couple of steps behind so you're not truly alone but also relying more on yourself.

He won't ever force you though, he'd rather you take your tiny slow steps to cope and deal with your anxiety than to force you into a distressing situation.

Thoma

Thoma, too is great at socializing. One of the best in this list tbh

He finds it both cute and worrying how shy you can get when it comes to socializing.

Once he realized that your problem went beyond the realms of shyness and straight into anxiety, his worry shoot up to the skies.

But he won't let you deal with this alone, nope nope!

The best way to fight fear is facing it directly! So, when he has to run errands around the city, he'll ask you to come with him.

Inserts you in social situations by bringing you out more often, letting you get used to people existing around you, and showing you how he negotiates and bargains.

Will practice speaking up with you, might even bring a couple trinkets to use as costumes to play the part of random strangers!

Your biggest supporter, will take you home when things get too hard for you, no matter what.

Yoimiya

Oh sweetheart, you shall never worry! Yoimiya's got your back now and forever!

It really pains her to see you freeze with fear when a social interaction is too much for you, so trust her to always stick by you and ease any possible awkwardness!

When walking through town, she will always hold onto your hand, filling the air with her voice to try to make you comfortable.

Interacting with people is very hard and scary for you, so she had the idea of bringing you with her when she's running errands, much like Thoma, so that you can see how she interacts and talks with other people.

Always reminds you to take it easy! You're already making big steps towards controlling your anxiety by going out every day and buying things you need.

She'll bring you along to play with the children or to shoot fireworks, hoping that while having fun, you'll relax enough to speak up a bit more.

When something is too much, she'll pull you away from the situation and ask if you want to go home. If you say yes, she'll go with you, but if you insist on staying, she'll keep more of a close eye on you.

Nilou

She hugs you when you tell her you have social anxiety.

It's okay! Nilou will be with you the entire way, so please, rest assured. She will extend her hand and let you take it as much as you need.

She's a sweet girl, polite and humble, so most of her advice to you will be to remind you to stay polite towards people you don't know- most of those people won't expect more than that from you, so it'll be okay.

Privately dances with you and tells you to imagine you're standing on stage with her. Let your body do the talking, release your stress and express yourself with your movements together with her!

She's heard that acting helps people who are bad at speaking or lack confidence... so maybe she could ask someone at the Grand Bazaar to help you with that?

Much like the others, Nilou will want you to tag along with her and will tag along with you if you feel like you can't go out alone.

Lets you try to do all the talking, but if you get too stuck in your anxiety, she comes to your rescue and speaks for you.

Nilou won't ever get frustrated with you, so don't worry! No matter how many times you stumble in your words, she will always be there for you!

fallinfl0wers. 2022.

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[strangestcase]

Questions about your view of Hyde in relationships (for research purposes and bc I want to put your version of Hyde in my mouth and chew him like gum /pos):

-How does jealously work for Hyde? Does he only feel it for certain people or in certain situations? What are situations that would make him jealous? To use current rp relationships as examples - how would he feel if Dorian started flirting with a waiter while they were on a date vs Dorian coming back covered in hickeys? Or someone flirting with Gabriel vs Gabriel being in a relationship with more than just Hyde?

-How does Hyde express love, since they seem to be unable to verbally articulate it a lot of the time? In more simple words, going by a commonly known system, what would be their love language? How do they prefer to receive love vs how do they show it?

-This is only half a relationship question but. If your Hyde sat down with a modern day psychologist and a DSM5, what diagnoses would it walk out with? How do these different things effect it’s relationships with other people?

Apologies for the several questions. Please let me know if this many questions bother you. I just want to put your Hyde in a salad spinner so very bad /pos

AAAA thank you! I love developing my little guy (horrible old man that kills)

-Hyde is a pretty jealous guy when it comes to the people he's latched on specifically. Usually they're very careless- he is disconnected from humanity in general and what any dumb human being does is NOT his business... but if it involves the very few people he tolerates, then yes, they are jealous, even possessive, with the last threads of his moral compass acting as a buffer at times to prevent him from getting downright creepy. If Dorian started flirting or making out with someone during a date he'd get more mad that he's not paying attention to it and "getting distracted".

nOW, if we're talking Gabriel, breathing in his direction would be a perfect recipe for disaster. And Hyde only lets him see other people because (through gritted teeth) thats what makes Gabriel happy. What, nobody said Hyde was a good person to date.

-They show love through physical attention and body language, like... walking over to someone, getting close, touching them, nuzzling them, the works. However, it's aware their touch puts people on edge, so ironically enough he avoids touching the people he loves the most, at least at first.

But, in general, I think their love language is, in terms of giving love, more like, quality time, you know? If he can't touch you at least it can sit by you in silence, reading a book, just... blessing you with his presence, I suppose. And this isnt just a Hyde think; Jekyll has always been like that. In terms of receiving I think he's the type to like gifts and little details like preparing a fancy date or expensive stuff, they LOVE to be pampered and made to feel special.

This means that, if Hyde REALLY loves you and does not only see you as a fucktoy OR a temporary fling, he will be simultaneously very touch starved AND very skittish. He's basically a cat. He wants to cuddle but he's afraid you will not like it, which is something that never applies to one night stands or week-long things.

-Eddie Hyde is undiagnosable <3 ok ok i was kidding. I think he'd be diagnosed with ADHD, autism, dissociative depersonalization, a nasty addiction to (gestures broadly) lots of things, and maybe also ASPD or at the very least w antisocial behaviors plus paranoia.

I think that if he was diagnosed as Jekyll the ASPD and the ADHD would have been less noticeable because Jekyll is MASKING SO MUCH it hurts, but conversely, they would have gotten the OCD label slapped on. I'm not entirely sure if Jekyll/Hyde has full on OCD but his brain is indeed intrusive thoughts central. Their thoughts are 80% HHHGMGHGM YOU DID A BAD YOU'RE GOING TO HELL FOREVERRRRRR.

If you want a honest answer: Jekyll doesn't like people very much, with few exceptions, and is INCREDIBLY arrogant and self-centered to the point he has ZERO qualms with being mean to their friends (all three of them) and his "social" persona is just an elaborate act that drains him a lot. So as Hyde he just... lets it all out and that's why he's LIKE THAT.

And? please? dont put Hyde in a salad spinner, he will get dizzy.

#dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde

[shipaholic]

Episode 2: “The Clue” / “A Companion To Owls”

Good Omens 2 Episode 2 liveblog! Beware spoilers!!

- Crowley is such a troll in this opening scene. I've come around on the beard/glasses combo. He looks like a wisecracking talking Disney goat.

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- Jon Hamm’s impression of Buddy Holly is amazing. “Ah-hey, ah-hey-hey” yes give me those weird, grandpa-like hiccups.

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- I can hear a fly during the zoom in on sleeping Crowley in the Bentley... does Beez have one spy in the bookshop and one on Crowley at all times?

- Hmmm, Shax tells Crowley right away about Heaven detecting the miracle. That could be evidence for my Beelzebub theory, I guess...? Beez wants Crowley kept informed about the danger, so that he’ll continue to keep Gabriel safe, but they get to keep up plausible deniability with Shax and the other demons that they’re only threatening Crowley.

- Poor Shax. Crowley’s bullying her.

- LOL are all the other demons afraid of driving at high speeds? (See: Hastur.) All he had to do to get rid of Shax was rev the engine.

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- I like Maggie, but she’s a little clingy with Aziraphale. You’d think the euphoria of having 8 months of overdue rent forgiven would have lasted longer than 24 hours. On the other hand, her encyclopaedic knowledge of music history is really cool.

- Aziraphale conducting every time he sings Everyday is the cutest thing ever.

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- Crowley orders Talisker! I assume John Finnemore insisted.

- OMG, Mr. Brown is holding a newspaper with THEE headline in it about the Nebraska woman who taught her duck to play the accordion.

- “Get humans wet, and staring into each others’ eyes. Vavoom.” I. I don’t think Crowley knows where babies come from either.

- THAT JANE AUSTEN LORE. AND CROWLEY DISAPPROVES?? SHE SOUNDS AWESOME

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- Aziraphale is so hesitant when he says he doesn’t think God wants to kill Job’s children, and so utterly certain when he says he knows Crowley doesn’t want to. He already has more faith in Crowley’s mercy than God’s. 😭

- THE UNBELIEVABLE LEVELS OF SASS

- OK Ty Tennant is very funny

- Both the older kids treating Aziraphale like a waiter is hilarious actually, as is Jemima wanting to be a blue lizard and Crowley obliging

- I’ve been jossed a bunch already this season, but the biggest shock to my system by far is Crowley tempting Aziraphale into enjoying human food. I genuinely assumed Aziraphale has been nibbling on whatever was around to nibble on since he was first deployed on Earth. It took him a millennia and a half to try barbeque?? Poor deprived bb

- Whoever wrote that post about Aziraphale discovering honey and tearing into a beehive like an especially feral Winnie The Pooh, I hope they’re patting themself on the back right now.

- I am more into the sight of Michael Sheen falling onto an entire ox corpse like a starving werewolf than I am comfortable with, but fine, I guess this is who I am now.

- ALL I’M SAYING IS, Crowley and Aziraphale’s first kiss had better go EXACTLY like this.

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- I’m here for hungover Crowley wobbling across the sand.

- I suspect this minisode is difficult to follow for any viewers who didn’t swot up on the Book of Job a fortnight or so ago, like I assume we all did.

- Michael is the only angel in this scene who possesses more than a single braincell, but they’re all clearly thick as can be. The only people thicker than them are Job and Ennon, who are somehow even worse at lying than Aziraphale and Crowley.

- Crowley has such immense fucking panache this entire episode. I do love him and his terrible beard.

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- That little tongue in cheek thing Aziraphale does on “investigation” - he cannot get any cuter now. it’s literally impossible. please.

- Crowley slapped his hand omg

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- Oh god, the conversation on the bench... Aziraphale is in actual tears, and Crowley is so wry and gentle and reassuring, even while delivering words that are, taken on their own, a stark form of comfort. He’s just a calm presence while Aziraphale experiences shrimp emotions on the other side of the bench. I can’t even speak about Aziraphale, honestly, but I’ll give it a shot... he is so brave and scared 😭😭😭 Hell?? He really thought he belonged in Hell? Crowley was absolutely right to gently laugh at a notion that ridiculous (and awful) (and then again, Crowley also used to be a sweet little curly-headed bunny of an angel, and look at the unspeakable thing that happened to him). There’s that little moment where Crowley says he’s not going to tell anyone, and asks Aziraphale if he’s going to tell anyone, and Aziraphale gives this little ashamed headshake, like he’s realising for the first time that he’s not, he’s willing to lie (by omission) about this too. And then he glances at the sky, as if verifying that God isn’t going to send down a thunderbolt, and realises that he’s actually safe. There aren’t going to be any consequences; he’s going to get away with it. And that’s almost worse, the idea that he doesn’t live in a world with clearly defined rules, and he truly can’t predict what God thinks, or what she is going to do. She spoke directly to Job, but she’s a closed book to Aziraphale.

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- The ending credits are on fire so far this season.

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Right, um, next up, an episode I haven’t already seen. asdhkagsd.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens 2 liveblog #good omens s2e2 #The Clue #A Companion To Owls

[cabensonsgirly]

You'd Bark if She Asked (18+)

Dusty Jackson x reader

(Thanks to my bestie for the title inspo)

Content: Smut, alcohol, face slapping

"Hello there, we'd like a table for two."

You look up from the computer and feel your breath catch and cheeks flush, "Hi- Uhm-" you clear your throat, "Do you have a reservation, ma'am? Otherwise I can't, I'm sorry-"

The older woman rests her hand on yours, "I don't have one, but I'm sure you can find something for me and my granddaughter, can't you?" You swallow, going to say no but the way she was looking at you had you nodding, "I'll have a look for you, ma'am." She flashes you a smile that brings color rushing back to your cheeks, "Thank you, doll."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle at the petname, "I have-" You look at her, "You know I could lose my job for this, right?" She hums, "Well, you just tell whoever pulls those little strings of yours that Dusty Jackson came by, and if they have any issue, they can come find me." You repeat her name in your mind, Dusty Jackson, what a name. "Alright, ma'am. Well- I've moved someone's booking so we have a table available now. Let me take you lovely ladies to it," you smile and bow your head, gesturing for them to follow you while you take them to their table. You pull the seat out for Dusty before moving one out of the way for her granddaughter, you then pour them both a glass of chilled water, "A waiter will be by shortly. Please enjoy your meals."

As you turn to leave, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist and tug you back, making you gasp, "Oh- Is- there something wrong, ma'am?" She gets a pen out from her bag and goes to write on your hand, "Ma'am- I can't-" she gives you a look, pushing the sleeve of your shirt up before writing her name and number on your forearm in cursive, covering the entirety of it, perhaps to match the size of her ego. "Call me once you get off work, and perhaps I'll help you get off too." Your face flushes red, a groan coming from her granddaughter, "Grandma!" Dusty winks at you before letting you go back to the front, you look at the number, admiring her writing before pulling your sleeve back down and focusing on work. You couldn't help but feel her eyes on you the entire time, any time you would look up you'd see the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk, as if she knew you were watching her too.

Dusty left well before you did, and as she was pushing her granddaughter past you, she pulled her oversized sunglasses down and winked at you before continuing on like she'd done nothing. You'd only met her that day and she was already making your breath catch and cheeks flush in ways no one else has.

Your colleague and friend teased you when you made quick work of changing back into your regular clothes, "You seriously going to call that old lady? Someone's fucking desperate." You roll your eyes, "She's not old. Just because you prefer someone in their forties, doesn't mean the rest of us have to. Go fuck that hollywood blonde and stop giving me shit for who I like." She makes barking noises, "That's what it's like watching you. You sure she's not a dog trainer? No other reason she'd draw a bitch like you in."

You flip her off before leaving, calling Dusty as you walk back to your apartment, "Please work- Did I even enter the right number? Shit-"

"Hello, Dusty Jackson speaking, who's calling?"

Your cheeks heat up at her voice, "Uh- Hi- Hi, it's- It's Yn from the restaurant. The one you-"

"Ah, you. I'd remember a pretty girl like you real easy, doll."

You giggle, surprising yourself that you're acting like a school-girl, "You flatter me, Ms Jackson. So, what did you-"

"I'm only going to tell you this once, doll, so listen real hard, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." You listen intently as she tells you her address, typing it quickly into your notes on your phone, "Got it, thank you. I'll be there in an hour. Won't be late."

She chuckles, "Good girl." Before the line clicks.

You let out an uneven breath as you head into your place, dropping your bag off and grabbing a quick bite to eat before brushing your teeth and leaving again. "She's a lady- she'll want flowers and wine," you say to yourself as you head to the store, deciding on a live Orchid plant and a nice bottle of red wine before going around to hers, your anxiety rising the closer you got.

You park out front then get out, heading up to her door you ring the bell once before waiting, smiling when she opens the door, "Hi," you breathe out, "I- bought you these." You hand them to her, "I hope you like them." Dusty smiles, "My my, aren't you a darling. Come in." She steps to the side so you could enter, closing the door behind you before heading through to the kitchen to put the plant and wine down. "It's a nice place you have here, Ms Jackson. Cozy," you follow her through.

"Thank you, doll. Open this bottle for me, will you?" She gestures to the wine while she looks for some glasses. You set your keys and wallet down before going into the kitchen, picking the bottle up and popping the cork, your breath hitching when you feel her behind you, "Thank you, doll." You nod, "You're welcome, Ms Jackson." She sets the glasses down and you fill them with wine before setting the bottle back down, putting the cork back in. "Follow me, doll," she says while leaving. You pick the glasses up and follow her, handing one to her once she's seated on the couch before you join her, your glasses clinking together gently before you both take a sip. Dusty moans at the taste, smacking her lips together, "Delicious. You've picked such a lovely drink, doll. I'm surprised you can afford something like this, hm? Working there mustn't pay too well."

You laugh a bit, sitting back, "The tips make up for it. I put on a real nice smile and it brings the cash in." She puts her glass down before grabbing your jaw, her acrylics digging in slightly, "Did you put one on for me, doll? Or was that a real one, hm?" You swallow hard, your cheeks turning red, and you were starting to lose count of how many times it had happened that day, "It- it was a real one, Ms Jackson. Promise." Dusty chuckles and pushes your face away before picking her drink up again, sucking some more back, "Thought so. I've still got it."

You drink some more, hoping it eases your nerves, "Why'd-" you gasp when she suddenly pulls you closer, her lips crashing against yours, wine spilling into your mouth making you groan. Your hands grip the front of her shirt loosely as you kiss her back, almost whining when she pulls away, her thumb swiping away a droplet of red wine from your lip, "Want some more, babydoll?" You nod, "Yes- yes, please." A cocky grin spreads across her face as she sucks more wine into her mouth before kissing you again, her tongue joining the wine in your mouth, making you moan again. You move closer to her, almost in her lap, swallowing the wine before kissing her again, her teeth tugging your bottom lip as she pulls back, "Eager little thing, aren't you? Want momma to make a whore out of you?"

"I'll be anything you want me to be, Dusty," she hums, running her hands over your body before pulling your top off. You stop her halfway, "What about- what about your granddaughter?" She chuckles, "She's off with some silly boy. If she's allowed to have fun in her state, then so am I." She had a point, so you let go of her hands, letting her remove your top, melting under her touch, "Dusty-" Her nails scratch against your skin, even the accessory hanging off one of them tickling against you. She takes your breasts into her hands and squeezes them, enjoying the moans she pulls from you, "Such a noisy thing." Dusty digs her nails in, the pain a nice contrast to the pleasure her touch was bringing you, "I'll be quiet if you want me to-" You groan when she gropes you harder, her lips soon gliding against your neck, teeth sneaking out to graze against you. Your hips rock against her but she's quick to put a stop to it, pushing you down against the couch, "Only I will be bringing you any pleasure, babydoll. As much as I think you'd enjoy putting a show on for me, hm?"

You look up at her, chest heaving somewhat, "Yes, Dusty. I would-" you cut yourself off, you barely knew this woman yet you were willing to do anything she wanted, already hooked on her and those god awful nails of hers. There was something about them, though, that you loved. "You would?" She twists a nipple between her nails, making you whimper, "I would put on a show for you." She smiles, "A desperate bitch." She leans down and kisses you again, her other hand diving into your pants to cup you hard, your hips arching into it, "Dusty-" She teases you through your panties, a hiss escaping you when you feel her acrylic against your clit, "Oh did that hurt? Oh doll, you poor thing." Dusty moves them to the side so she could feel you, a moan escaping the older woman when she feels how wet you are, "Such an easy girl. I say jump, you say-" You moan, grinding against her fingers, "How high?"

Dusty grins, dipping the tips of two fingers into your needy hole, "That's right, doll. You do say how high." You nod quickly, "Please, Dusty- I need you-" your breath catches in your throat as she slides her fingers into you, her nails scraping against your walls making you squirm until she pins your hips down with her other hand, "Now now, doll, don't go acting up like a desperate whore. I don't want to waste my time with whores." You look up at her with parted lips, "I'm not a desperate whore- I'll be good-" She pulls out just to thrust back in hard, her thumb rubbing brutal circles against your clit, "Oh I'm sure you will, doll. You'll be a good little girl for me."

Dusty doesn't stop fingering you, scissoring them inside you, only stopping whenever you got even close to cumming, "Oh you were close? Did you think you could without asking?" You let out a frustrated groan before gasping when she smacks you across the face, "I'm sorry!" You rush out, "I'm sorry, Dusty. Please let me cum. Please." She crooks her fingers inside you, scraping her nail against your clit, "Oh doll, you sound so sweet. Do you want to make a mess over my fingers? All over my nice couch?" You whimper, "I'll clean it Up! I'll clean it-" you moan loudly when she bites your neck roughly, "Damn right you will, doll. Cum for me. That's it-"

You grip the sides of the couch tight, not wanting to ruin her shirt as you orgasm, the blonde's fingers continuing to fuck you through your orgasm before pulling out and shoving them in your mouth. You suck on her fingers eagerly, gagging slightly as she shoves them down further, her eyes taking on a certain intensity to them as she doesn't let up, "Such a good girl. I think, doll, if you want to keep seeing me- I need you to prove yourself." She pulls her fingers out and wipes them on your pants. You take a few deep breaths before responding, "Tell me how, Dusty." Dusty chuckles picking her glass up and finishing her wine, "Already told you, babydoll. I say jump, you say-"

"How high."

#Dusty Jackson x reader #Dusty Jackson imagine #Dusty Jackson #Jessica Lange #Jessica Lange x reader #Jessica Lange imagine

[kaeyahot]

Wait, Was He the Protagonist?

okay so i decided im gonna do my amazing wonderful idea, and this is a kaeya x reader because everybody prefers diluc and i prefer kaeya. so KAEYA is the male lead. also this is probably gonna be a series and yes this is isekai. okay love you pookies.

this is part 1 :)

TW: death & a little description of blood

you were scrolling on your phone boredly, waiting for your friend to get to the cafe you recommended. the tables were clean and shiny, the cafe was made out of pretty pastels, pleasing to the eye. the staff members were polite and your clothes were comfy. it was a cool getaway from the summer heat as the air conditioning chugged on. the bell jingled as someone entered the door. a few seconds later a big thud was heard at your table. you looked up, it was your friend.

"so you're finally here?"

your friend huffed and puffed, too tired to give a reply. she put her finger up in the air, signaling you to wait. you looked her up and down with a surprised face, wondering if she ran a marathon.

"oh my gosh! i just finished reading the best book ever!! remember the one i've been telling you about?" she puffed out happily.

"uhh...the getting spinfact one?" you tried to remember, but nothing helpful came up. your friend wrinkled her face, and looked at you. okay, so you got it wrong, whatever.

"no! it was called genshin impact! how are those names even remotely alike?" she said, irritated. you rolled your eyes and shrugged. they were practically the same thing!

"okay anyways, so i read the ending and i'm not gonna spoil it to you but i just wanna say that i love love love love diluc and he's so pretty and it's upsetting he had the saddest past but i'm so glad he won in the end!- oh sorry, i didn't mean to spoil!" your friend rambled on but covered her mouth apologetically.

"it's fine, i wasn't planning on reading it anyways." you muttered with a dash of saltiness. the clack of heels were head approaching and then, the waiter came with your receipt with a polite smile. just the right time. well, not really. your friend's face distorted and she asked with an angry frown.

"you ate without me?!" she practically shouted. you looked around, trying not to attract attention. you waved your hand and just said you were hungry. it was hard to wait for a friend before eating when the aroma was just so lovely.

"it's fine, let's just go to the library, you love those." you said, rolling your eyes.

"b-but i just got here!" your friend exclaimed. you just got up and laughed. your hunger overcame any morals. your friend hurriedly followed you and the bell jingled as you both walked out. your friend chattered on excitedly about her book, but you weren't really listening. you were tired after working the entire week and getting this one day off.

you tapped a pedestrian traffic light and when the walking signal came up, you just started walking. but, why wasn't your friend following you?

"watch out!" a scream and a honk sounded out. huh? what was the issu- and then a loud ringing began in your ear. your eyes were tinged red and your head blanked. you trembled as you tried to lift your hand up, and saw a crimson liquid.

was it blood? you were surprised, you weren't even sure what was going on. screams were heard - something about calling the ambulance - you weren't sure. oh man, the ringing was getting on your nerves. then, you finally noticed a truck to your side. what was it doing just sitting there? pfft, did it crash into you or something? wait, actually that sounded like an accurate hypothesis. your brows furrowed weakly, it was hard to do some thinking right now. did you get run over? but what if you died? shit shit shit, no you were too young, too pretty. but with your fading consciousness there was nothing you could do.

"stupid fucking truck..."

okay snookie pookies so thats part one and ill be making more and buckle up buckaroos because this is probably the most motivated i've ever been. anyways ill still do requests and stuff so yeah !!

#kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya angst #genshin #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #rosaria #albedo #genshin impact #venti #zhongli #xiao #genshin impact kaeya #mondstadt #albedo x reader #zhongli x reader #qiqi #hu tao #childe #scaramouche #kaedehara kazuha #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #ayato x reader #jean #lisa #eula #amber

[theold-ultraviolence]

bestie,

sorry for disappearing, again! I might have been ignoring my duties for this entire time, comprehended being active here. I also honestly didn't have much to say and I am always worried of being annoyed!

first of all: I don't know why but I wanted to say that I low key think that aemond might wear 'hero' by Burberry as a more everyday fragrance (like he has his own for special occasions) and this isn't just because I utterly enjoy it and it has a subtle tone.

(me now smelling the male perfumes to find aemond's own? more unhingedly likely than you might think).

secondly: oh gods, that whole ask about religious guilt in aemond. as a fellow person who feels it, my own take is that it'd impact - even more in canon - his own view on sexual life. like he has already had a whole traumatizing experience, but also imagine being taught to perceive the act as somehow just reproductive per se. like he can see that his parents don't have any desire and aegon's own appetites are just disgusting to him. I don't know... I just think that he'd struggle with intimacy and with truly feeling like he even deserves pleasure (and not only in a strictly sexual setting).

finally: oh gods THE THOUGHT OF HIM BEING WITH YOU ON DAILY TASKS... I... alright, again: I hate clingy couples, but also as your average anxious girlie, to have him by my side, I'd be... blushing and twirling my hair. also this bestie - even more as a museum curator - would be always busy so when you get some time together. he is attached to your own ass and not in an oppressive way, he is just there if you need him.

need somebody to hold your purse while you tie your shoes? he is there.

need to tell the waiter that they got your order wrong and you can't have it because you have a food allergy? he is already calling the waiter over and assuring you that you told him (is this very specific and self-indulgent? yeah).

need a kiss of encouragement and some reassuring about your body while shopping? he is your man.

ok, feeling fuzzy inside and I think that you look very Victorian De Angelis-coded with your new look by the way! I am also low key thinking of getting curtain bangs, as well, when I go back to dying them (time to go back to being a full on ginger) but I shall hear what the hairdresser says as the time I asked he warded me off as my bangs were too short, ugh. we shall see. but you are definitely rocking them!

have a lovely day!

-🌗

HELLO BESTIE! omg don't apologize, please! I totally understand. But rest assured you're never annoying, and I'm always super happy to receive messages from you!

BEFORE I FORGET, I've been listening to Manuel Agnelli and I LOVE HIM! I still have to go through the rest of your recs (listening to new music is such a slow process for me). But I really loved his music! He kinda gave me some Danny Elfman in his Big Mess album vibes so that was an instant love for me.

Now onto Aemond, aaaaah I haven't gotten a chance to smell 'Hero' but I just know it must be amazing simply because Adam Driver did the campaign lmao!! But re: religious guilt. OH FOR SURE. Obviously, we all love to write him as a sex god in fanfic but taking his circumstance into consideration, he really hasn't got any healthy examples of sexuality around him. If anything, if he wanted to seek out some answers for himself in books and such, I imagine he'd feel guilty for even being interested in it. I remember being super young when I first started thinking about sex and being curious about porn and always felt like, watched. I seriously felt like all my ancestors were suddenly watching over me in shame LMAO, which was so awkward! and something very difficult to shake off. So it's exactly what I think must be going through Aemond's mind in that scenario.

And on lighter subjects...ahhhh yes yes yes!!! telling the waiter of your allergies and him assuring you when going shopping aaaaaaaaaaah my heart! for sure, we discussed clingy couples before but I think this is totally different! this is, wanting to be with the person, not feeling like you NEED to be with them. That thought about him waiting for you while you do your errands is totally based on me going to get a haircut and imagining Aemond waiting for me in the salon, in his own little corner with a book, and being all happy and hyping me up after seeing the new 'do aljflksjglkjg. Self-indulgence to the max honestly. But I need me a freak like that. The whole domestic of it all? I'm WEAK.

And on that note, AHHHH thank you so much!!! that is exactly what I was hoping to go for so I'm over the moon with your compliment! ngl I'm still getting used to the bangs because I haven't had them since I was a kid lmao! but the change was such a mood lifter and I'd definitely encourage you if you're also hoping to go for a change in hairstyle! Thank you sooo, so much!! <33333333

Hope you have a lovely start to your week, my dear! x

#🌗

[trixcuomo]

Finding... an Underwriter for Trixany's Book

Haris Pilton: Book title aside... *she blinks several times, while wiping milk tea off her hands* You can't write this book about your own life yourself. You need a celebrity underwriter.

Trixany: Huh? But it's my book about me--

Haris: No. No no no no no no no. NO! This is a product. A product that will need a marketing strategy. We want mass appeal. We want not only your fans, but also your enemies, people who previously didn't know you existed, everyone, even the old gods to read your product--err, book.

Trixany: So, what you're saying is... I can't write my own book?

Haris: We need someone else who is semi- or even more famous to underwrite your book. Someone who has written before, who the public can trust.

Trixany: Er... we?

Haris: Shh! I'm practically your agent by now and I'm on a roll. Let's see. Who's that guy who um... who um... headcanoned our entire reality? Bronze... something.

Trixany: Brann Bronzebeard! We could get Brann Bronzebeard, who was hired to write the very first depictions of Azeroth itself to King Magni Bronzebeard?? That's like royalty writing my book!

Haris: Sure, why not get the best? It's Haris Entertainment Corp you're working with. Here, let me make a few phone calls. Oh--and order me another boba when the waiter comes by. *flips open her comm, starts dialing the number*

Brann Bronzebeard: *runs up wearing a waiter's apron, huffing and puffing out of breath, and clutching a freshly made boba tea* I'm 'ere! I'm 'ere!!

Trixany: Uh, that was fast?

Brann: Haris! I said I'm 'ere!! Don't have ye' lawyers audit me dark iron mine!!

Haris: *clicks her comm shut, crosses her legs* Please, have a seat, Brann. Let's talk business.

Trixany: Oh. my. gods. *wide-eyed, nervously slurps boba*

#desperate-alts-lives

[serendipityrogers]

sunday’s with a solider || b. barnes

part one 

summary: after a good date with bucky, (y/n) figures out who she’s really getting involved with. 

pairing: bucky barnes x female!librarian!reader 

warnings: kissing (??), swearing

an: im honestly speechless, the first part of this series has 150+ notes! i’m so happy you guys liked it! i’m debating on make this a three or a four-part series, please let me know what you think, but there will definitely be at least another part. one of the next, or the next, will include some spice, if you know what i mean. and who do y’all want me to write about next? im thinking mr. steve rogers. 

tags: @biixlv​

“Please tell me you’re a booth person and not a table person.” You chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah.” He laughed and rolled his eyes at you. He began walking towards one of the booths. You followed happily behind him, scooting into the opposite side of the booth. He pulled off his hat and both his gloves, setting them on the seat next to him. You propped your head on the palm of your hands, stopping yourself from looking at his metal hand, you weren’t even sure if it was metal.

The diner was one that had been in this town for, at least, forty years, and it definitely showed its age. It was trying to be a ‘retro diner’ in the eighties, so that aged it another thirty years. You grew up coming here with your family, the food was good, and you thought the inside was cute. The building was longer than it was wide, and the floor reminded you of a checkerboard. There was a long bar on the left, space for waiters to maneuver, and a long panel of metal enclosing the kitchen portion. Bright red bar stools were implemented into the floor, screwed into the floor, every two feet or so. On the right, were five or six booths, the same shade of red as the bar stools, big enough for about four people max. 

“Hey, sugar!” A familiar voice chirped to your left. Your eyes met a familiar pair of green ones, and a smile immediately filled your face. “Hey, Mabel!” You cooed, half-standing under the table and wrapping your arms around her small, fragile frame. She smelled like coffee and smoke, as she always did. The two of you pulled away, and her eyes instantly went to Bucky. “Who's your friend?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. “Mabel, this is my friend James. James, this is Mabel.” You explained, quickly introducing the two. He smiled at her and stuck out his ‘normal’ hand to give her a handshake, which she was very fond of. 

“Well, it is great to meet you, James! What can I get you to drink?” She had abandoned her notepad well before you were born, her ability to just remember someone’s order still amazed you. “Coffee please, no sugar or creamer please.” She smiled at him, and turned back towards me, “Regular for you, dear?” She asked, and you smiled, scrunching up your eyes and nose. She practically pranced away with a huge smile on her face. Bucky chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts, turning your head back towards him. His eyes were scanning over the faded laminated menu.

“How do you know Mabel?” He asked, looking up and unzipping his jacket, pulling it off his abdomen and onto the seat beside him, with his gloves and hat. “I grew up coming here with my family, she’s known me since I was in my mother’s stomach.” You explained, pointing to a picture above the bar. It was pretty faded after sitting in direct sunlight for over two decades, but it was a picture of Mabel, your mom, your dad, and you, you all had on party hats. “I had my first ten birthdays at this diner.” Bucky squinted his eyes and smiled once he made out the picture of baby you. 

“That’s awesome.” He said looking back at you. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mabel cut him off. “Here is that coffee, Mr. James.” She slid the coffee in front of him, “And a regular for you, (Y/M/N).” She wiped her hands on her apron, “What can I get you two to eat?” Bucky looked at me, wanting me to order first. “We’ll both take the ‘67.” You smiled. She copied, “You got it, dearie.” And she walked away. Bucky cleared his throat, “Just trust me, Bucky,” You chuckled, placing your hands on top of his, “You’re gonna love it.” He paused for a moment, “I’ll hold you to that.” He winked at you. Did he just wink at you? Was he flirting? You immediately shot back at a wink and a flirty response, “Deal.”

The two of you ate and chatted for about an hour and a half. “Okay, you were right, that was the best food I’ve ever had.” He said, stacking your plates and utensils together, making it easier for Mabel when she took them off the table. “Can I get you two anything else?” She asked, picking up the two plates with ease. Bucky looked at you and you nodded a ‘no,’ and he looked back at Mabel, “No thank you, ma’am, but I will take the check.” He smiled. 

“No, Mabel, split the check pl-” But Mabel cut you off, “Sorry, dear, my hearing aid died, I can’t quite hear you. I’ll bring that check right to you, Mr. James.” Quickly walking away. “Bucky, no, I will pay for mine.” You insisted, going to reach for your purse. You looked around you in your seat in a panic, and then you remembered, it was in the saddlebag attached to his bike. He laughed at you as you came to that realization. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. He simply shrugged and smiled, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. 

Once Mabel returned with the bill and Bucky’s card, the two of you stood, and he let you walk out first. It was a lot colder now, goosebumps layered your exposed arms, like a reflex you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Here, you take this.” He insisted, placing his heavy leather jacket on your shoulders. “No, I can't, you're gonna get cold too.” You began to shrug it off, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. “I’ll be fine.” He smirked at you, his hands lingering for a little longer than normal. 

“Ready?” He asked as he straddled his bike, once more. You stuck your arms through the long sleeves, which went way past your fingertips. You took your seat behind him, and he handed you the helmet, and you slid it over your head. Similar to earlier, you snaked your arms around him, clasping your hands together, and resting around his mid-abdomen. His hands, once again, landed on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, making a different type of goosebumps cover your arms. 

“Hang on tight, doll.” He said as the bike came to life. You were so glad you were wearing a helmet, so he couldn’t see the brush creep onto your cheeks. As you two rode, he used his prosthetic hand to steer the bike and kept his flesh hand on your knee the entire time. The sky had ditched the orange, pink, and red hues and was now littered in stars and moonlight. You didn’t want this to end, you felt like you could stay there for hours, but the library came into view a lot sooner than you wanted it to. 

The next day came and you got excited, as always, to see Bucky. Today was a little different though, after your date last night. Wait, was that even a date? It had to be, right? I mean he paid and flirted with you. 

“Bucky, why do you come in here every day?” You asked, peering at him over the book in your hands. He didn’t move for a second, you assumed he was finishing the sentence he was reading. “Well, all the libraries in New York City are crowded and noisy.” He explained, “So when I found this place while scoping out new libraries, even though it is quite a distance, I knew this place was it for me.” He smiled at you. “At least that was the reason initially.” He muttered, picking his book back up. 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You set your book down this time, squinting your eyes at him, and propping your head up on your hands. “Well obviously, I now come back because the shitty coffee you offer is to die for.” He said sarcastically. You gasped and threw one of your pens at him, bouncing off his chest and onto the floor. He broke out into a fit of laughter, and you soon followed. 

“No, but now I come back to hang out with you.” He admitted to you, avoiding your stare. “Oh that so sweet…” You started, “...Dork.” Throwing another pen at him, this time hitting the bill of his hat. Bucky had come in every day for a little over a month now and missed not a single Sunday. “Hey (Y/F/N)?” Bucky asked, looking back up from his book. Your eyes didn’t leave the pages of your book, but you answered, “Yes, Buck?” You asked back, flipping the page. 

“I won’t be here tomorrow, and for a couple days after that.” When the words left his lips, a wave of sadness washed over you. Your lips twisted into a pout, looking towards him. “Why?” You asked, dragging out the word. “I have some obligations.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” You scoffed, feeling a bit upset. How long had he known? Why was he just now telling you? “I’m gonna be so bored without you.” You whined, leaning back in your chair with a huff. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

It was closing time now, and as usual, Bucky walked you to your car. “You better bring me a souvenir from wherever you’re going.” You joked, tossing your purse into the passenger seat, and turning back towards Bucky. “Would you prefer a T-shirt? Maybe some socks? How about a shot glass?” He joked back, leaning against the side of your car. “Surprise me.” You laughed, pushing his chest. 

As you went to pull away from his chest, his flesh hand wrapped around your wrist, softly. He placed it back on his chest, and his metal hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him. The only distance between both of your chest was being occupied by your hand. You swore up and down that he could hear your heartbeat, but you were soon reassured because you could feel his heartbeat racing just as much as yours was. Bucky glanced down at your lips, and you did the same. 

You closed the space between your lips, and without thinking your eyes fluttered closed, taking in everything happening over your entire body. His lips were soft, tasting like coffee and mint. The growing stubble on his chin rubbed against the softness of your cheeks. His flesh hand was warm around your wrist, gripping it softly, he never wanted to hurt you. But the gestures with his metal hand were very different. It was leaving a cool tingling sensation against the small patch of exposed skin, and his grip was tighter, pushing you impossibly closer to him. You took your free hand, and placed it on his face, thumb running over his cheek, and your other four fingers resting on his neck. 

After what feels like minutes, but was probably only about thirty seconds, you pulled away from him. Reluctantly, of course. The two of you just stood there, not moving, relishing at the moment for as long as you could. “You know I meant to surprise me souvenir-wise, right?” You chuckled, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Oh okay, we can just never do that again.” He sighed, messing with you. 

“No, no, we can definitely do that again.”

~

It was the first Sunday without Bucky in a while, he had been gone for almost a week now, you assumed working on his ‘obligations.’ You had been keeping yourself busy with a new book series, one that Bucky actually recommended to you. But today would be full of dusting, reorganizing, putting away some newer books, and vacuuming. It was probably around 3:30 in the afternoon, and you were dusting the large bay windows by the front of the store. 

You could feel the music moving through your body, making it impossible for you not to dance, at least just a little wiggle. You swayed your hips, the music taking over, singing into the duster like a microphone. Your free hand ran up the side of your body, from your thigh all the way up to your face. You threw your arm up over your head, and prancing around the tables, shifting the duster from a microphone to an electric guitar. When the song was finally over, and you were very much out of breath, you made your way back to the window. And when you did so, your heart dropped to your toes. There was a man standing on the opposite side of the window, watching you. 

It only took a few seconds for your fear to turn into relief. It was Bucky. You dashed to the left towards the door, unlocking the door, and running out to greet him. Practically leaping towards him, you wrapped both arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around your waist. After a few moments of swaying and just taking in his presence, you pulled away. He was smiling widely, “I didn’t mean to end your concert so soon, I was enjoying it.” Adding a chuckle. Your face blushed, and you put your hand over your eyes, peeking at him through your middle and ring finger, “Did you see the whole thing?” You asked, dreading his answer. “The whole thing.”

The two of you walked back inside, the music still playing loudly. There was a slow song playing, and you grabbed your phone to turn it down, but Bucky stopped you. “Wanna dance?” He asked, putting his hand out for you to grab. You smiled, happily taking it. He pulled your chest against his. Your arms rest on his shoulders, your fingers loosely interlocked. Both hands on your hips, both of you just rocking side to side. The music wasn’t even registering in your brain, you were just focusing on this moment with him. 

“I remember when this song came out.” He said softly. You cocked your eyebrow at him, “Didn’t this song come out in the fifties?” You asked confused, what did he mean by that? “So you really don’t know who I am, huh?” The question caught you off-guard, it sounded very egotistical. “No..?” You asked more like a question. And that’s when he explained everything, making a very long story very short. He explained the arm, the serum, and the ‘obligations.’ 

“You’re a fucking Avenger?” You asked, head in your hands, elbows on your knee. “Well, technically I’ve never been asked to be one, but kind of.” His hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles. “So you’re the James Buchanan Barnes from the Captain America museum?” He nodded. Everything kind of flooded back to your memory, you knew you heard the nickname “Bucky” before, and you knew he looked somewhat familiar, but you assumed he just looked kinda similar to an actor or something. 

It was silent for a good five minutes, but Bucky broke it. “Hey, guess what?” He asked, trying to hide the upturn of his lips. What now? Was he gonna break some more news to you? Was he also part alien? “Hmm?” That was all you said, running your fingers through your hair. He moved his hand to reach into his backpack and pulled out a book, sliding it towards you. 

“Russian Urban Legends.” You read the title, quickly flipping through the book with your thumb. “Flip to page 48, and tell me what it says.” He said, propping his head upon his hands. You did as he said and landed on page forty-eight. “The Winter Soldier.” You read the words written in a bright red font, the page decorated in grainy photos and ridiculously cheesy government lettering and drawings. Bucky looked at you, prompting you to continue. 

“A ghost story or a real threat?”

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan one shot #bucky barnes x librarian!reader #mcu #mcu one shot #james barnes #bucky barnes x reader

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 6

Hannibal sits in on a regular conversation between y/n and her family. Y/n insists it could have gone worse.

⚠️Bigass trigger warning⚠️: Verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, blood, mention of alcohol abuse and suicide

Anna lived her life believing that she was the main character, constantly denying personhood to everyone around her. She was the romantic hero, and everyone else existed to forward her plot.

This metaphor was imperfect, however, because in all the books you'd read, the main character must overcome some kind of challenge. Nobody ever said no to Anna. Nobody ever criticized Anna. Nobody but you. So you were pigeonholed into the role of antagonist for it. You had to give her credit; growing up on the receiving end of her and Theresa's torture was a compelling villain origin story.

It was obvious that she only wanted you at her wedding to present her with an obstacle. Heaven forbid her story progress without some semblance of petty drama out of her control. She'd cornered you into a painful catch-22; you wanted vengeance, but you couldn't give her the satisfaction of having her special day ruined. What was your play? Ruin it just a little? Walk away?

These thoughts passed through your mind as you sat through the boring ceremony. You wanted to lean over and whisper everything to Hannibal, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts. The vows seemed to drag on forever. Liam's English accent grated on your ears and you wished that he would just shut the hell up.

The ceremony concluded and you hoped to skip out on the reception with a purse full of mini cannolis, but fate had other plans. In a last-minute reach for some kind of scene, the blushing bride waved you over to the head table.

"[F/N]!" Anna shouted, with a big smile across her face. "Come on!"

You fought the urge to feel endeared by this. She looked too happy to be harmful. Your guard was all the way up as you and Hannibal approached the table.

Hannibal pulled a seat out for you while you studied Anna's expression. She fixed her doe eyes on Hannibal. You knew from experience that Anna had the same powerlust as grandma and Theresa. She was just better at keeping a lid on it.

"[F/N], you remember Liam?" Anna said, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Yeah." You nodded, scooting your chair up. "Nice to see you again, Liam."

"Good to see you again, too [F/N]."

"Liam is from Birmingham." She bragged, her smile somehow growing wider.

"Alabama?" You piped up before taking a drink from your water glass.

Every time you were forced to interact with Liam, she reminded you that the man with the strong and unmistakable English accent, was in fact from England. And every time, you slipped in the Alabama comment. It was never not funny.

"Liam, Anna," you said. "This is my fiance, Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

"Many congratulations to you two." Hannibal offered.

"Dr. Lecter, thank you so much for coming." Anna returned. "And thank you for taking such good care of our precious [F/N]. I hope she's not giving you too much trouble. She was quite a handful growing up, but we made it work."

"Don't flatter yourself, you're only four years older than me." You hide your passive-aggressive jab beneath a smile. "You can't take credit for a job you didn't do."

Grandma always thought Anna's protective, borderline maternal behavior towards you was adorable. Of course, it disgusted you. You were little more than an accessory to her. A baby doll she could simulate motherhood with. But, in fairness to her, that was all you were to the adult in the house too. Monkey see, monkey do.

"So have you two set a date yet?" Grandma interrupted your thoughts, just trying to keep the tension down.

"Goodness, no." Hannibal answered. "Ours is a long-term engagement."

"Yeah." You added. "Not until I finish school."

"Well, it's not my fault you aren't expected to graduate on time." Grandma said into her wine.

You tightened your grip on your water glass. "Well, changing your major halfway through will do that."

"I'm just saying," Grandma continued. Whenever she was 'just saying' anything, you knew she was raring to stir things up. "If you had just stayed the engineering track, you wouldn't have to keep Hannibal waiting."

"Well!" Anna cut in, offended that the attention was off her for more than a minute. "Liam and I waited until after college."

"Yes, Anna," Grandma said dismissively, before turning back to you. "Y'know, Dr. Lecter here could probably tell you that psychologically speaking, women are more likely to drop out of college and become strippers when they change their majors?"

Now it was Hannibal's turn to down his entire glass of wine. "Ms. [L/N], where did you get that information?"

"Oh, it was an article I found on Facebook." Grandma answered. "I'll have [F/N] send you a link."

"Ms. [L/N]," Hannibal cleared his throat. "Are you familiar with the concept of misinformation?"

"Of course." She looked offended at the implication that she could possibly not know something.

"See, social media websites like Facebook are inundated with misinformation campaigns." Hannibal explained. "Your claim is not rooted in any psychological fact."

"Yeah, also," You cut in. You scanned the area for escape routes if your attempt to change the subject went awry. "There's a wonderful documentary about how Facebook misinformation campaigns targeted rural counties in England leading up to the Brexit vote."

"Oh, we have a funny story about Brexit." Anna interrupted, taking the bait, hook line and sinker.

Before she could recount the same boring anecdote about being at some regional chain restaurant when the vote was cast, Theresa and her husband joined the table.

"Sorry we're late," Theresa sat down. "Damage control is a twenty-four hour job. What were we talking about?"

"Misinformation." Liam said.

"Perfect timing." You muttered.

"Finally, all three of my girls are together again." Grandma threw her head back and rejoiced. "When was the last time we all got together? Just us four girls, huh?"

"Remember the day before prom, we all went out go get manicures?" Anna reminisced. "And we took pictures of us all dressed up?"

"Oh I remember." You scanned the area for any alcohol to ingest.

"Oh, this is so funny." Grandma laughed hysterically. "Dr. Lecter, did you hear this story? [F/N] went to the prom with a boy who had all along been using her to get close to Theresa! They got together that night! Dated for two whole years after that."

"I've heard an iteration of it." He said, looking over his shoulder. He flagged down a waiter who was holding a bottle of champagne. "Leave the bottle, please."

"Don't drink too much, [F/N]." Anna scolded. "Save some alcohol for the rest of us."

You made sure to maintain eye contact with her as you filled your flute to capacity. "Grandma's paying, isn't she?"

"Anna, baby," Grandma said, rubbing her temples. "It's fine. Let [F/N] drink herself silly. It's a party, right?"

"Wow," Theresa sneered. You knew exactly what she was going to say next. "Like mother, like daughter."

Everyone at the table had enough decorum to recognize that Theresa went too far. You crushed the champagne flute in your grip, letting shards of glass dig into your skin. You glared at Theresa, blood oozing from your palm and dripping onto the white tablecloth.

Wordlessly, Hannibal removed the offending glass from your hand and swaddled the affected area in a napkin. He put pressure on the cut, letting the blood absorb into the cloth.

"Is this the famed '[L/N] woman telepathy'?" Liam whispered to Anna.

"No, [F/N] is just mad because her mother was a drunk who killed herself." Anna thought she was being inconspicuous.

"This has been fun." You stand up from the table. "Really. Great way to spend a Saturday."

"[F/N], sit down..." Grandma ordered, sounding exhausted. "You know Theresa didn't mean that."

"No." You said, each syllable out of her mouth pushing you a step closer to your breaking point. "Y'know what? No. I don't have to put up with this anymore. Anna, congratulations. I hope you and Liam have many long years together."

You turned around to exit as quietly as you could, Hannibal at your side. Your grandmother, who somehow hadn't hit her daily allotted dose of confrontation, wouldn't have it.

"Dr. Lecter, tell [F/N] she's being unreasonable." Grandma pleaded.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise. In his long-spanning career, he'd never once met a person as tone-deaf as Beatrice [L/N]. He kept his quiet composure as he slowly approached the table.

"Beatrice," he said, beckoning her to lean in. He whispered something into her ear that left her stunned and quaking.

You could hear your grandmother's hysterical sobs growing softer as Hannibal hurried you out.

"Keep pressure on that cut, love." He instructed, talking over the increasingly loud shouts of agony from the head table. "You'll need a few stitches."

Once you were far enough from the venue, you had to ask. "What on earth did you say to her?"

"Nothing that you don't already know." He answered, facing forward.

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #hannibal nbc #hannibal x you #tw blood #tw emotional manipulation #cult girl

[officialscaramouche]

Hanahaki — a gift for @ambers-glider

Pairing: Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

Summary: Scaramouche caught a love sickness that could only be cured by mutual love.

AN: please read @ambers-glider ‘s part one and two before reading this so that it makes sense :)

Warnings: language

Word count: 1,691

Scaramouche felt bad for you. It was by pure coincidence that he saw you when you caught sight of Victor and his girlfriend. He saw the way your face dropped when she clung to his arm and he sympathized for you. But it was your fault anyway. Everyone knew Victor had a girlfriend, but since you were always cooped up in your office I guess it couldn’t be helped.

Noticing the way your personality had changed, Scaramouche actually kind of liked it. You weren’t annoyingly upbeat and overly friendly like before, so he found himself visiting your office more. He enjoyed the silence the two of you shared, even if he wasn’t always welcomed.

Childe would unfortunately come in every now and then to check in on you especially after finding out that Scaramouche often hung out in your office. And when he did, the two of you would talk briefly about mindless things. Scaramouche didn’t understand why it mattered to talk about stupid things like the weather, or what you were having for lunch.

Scaramouche walked into your room a little more forcefully than normal. At first he didn’t say anything, especially after you told him you wanted to be alone. But after sitting on the couch there for a while, reading the book he brought to work, he broke the silence. “What are your plans for today?” He asked casually, not taking his eyes off his book.

You looked at him incredulously. Was he seriously trying to have small talk with you? “...Nothing. After work, I have to do laundry.”

It was silent once more, this time a bit more awkward than it usually was. He shut his book and hummed, standing to stare at you from the other side of your desk. “Would you like to join me at Third Round Knockout?”

You leaned back in your chair to look up at him closely. What was his deal? What point does he want to make with bothering you for lunch? At least he asked you now, after getting over your sickness, rather than before when you would’ve jumped at the idea. You couldn’t deny your curiosity, however. “Are you paying?”

Scaramouche scowled. “I guess I am.”

It was weird sitting at an intimately small table with your boss. But it also had been a while since anyone had taken you out. Scaramouche didn’t eat out much, but it was your favorite restaurant. He asked for your opinion on some foods, but once the waiter took your orders, it was challenging to find something to talk about. You stared out a window until he finally broke the silence. “It’s good that you’re feeling better,” he said plainly.

“Thanks, I guess,” you responded curtly.

The both of you decided that instead of forcing conversation, you’d just sit in uncomfortable silence. After a while, Scaramouche coughed awkwardly into a fist and excused himself from the table. On the way there, the itch in his throat began to grow itchier and itchier until he slammed the bathroom door open and hung his head over the sink, his fingers grasping desperately at the edges. He scratched at his throat as he continued to hack, tears beginning to well in his eyes as he struggled to find relief in his coughs. Finally, whatever was caught in his throat came up and he spat it into the sink, the purple petal coated in his saliva falling helplessly before him. “You’ve gotta be fucking with me— ackh!” His cough grew more and more persistent as petals came spilling from his lips. He slapped his hands onto his cheeks and screamed. “What the fuck!!”

His shout was heard by the entire restaurant. People looked around nervously, some of them at you remembering that he was with you. You laughed in embarrassment, tentatively walking to the bathrooms to make sure he was okay.

A couple of men scrambled out of the restroom as you approached, making side comments about Scaramouche. “What the hell is his problem?” One of them mutters.

You knock before entering, announcing yourself as you push the door open. “Sir, it’s me, are you okay?”

He stared at himself in the mirror, hunched over the sink, with spit dribbling down his chin. “Get out.” He spits, a couple of weak coughs puffing out of his cheeks.

“Oh,” you breathe, noticing the sink full of petals. “Oh, sir I’m sorry,” you walk over to him and begin washing the petals down the sink. “We need to get you looked at quickly!”

“No!” He shoved you away, hating to admit that his heart was pounding when your hands held his shoulders. “I don’t want to be fucking operated on!”

“It’s okay!” You reassure, pulling him up from the sink. “The reason why...I was so upset about Victor is because he made me fall in love with him. To get over someone else…” Scaramouche closed his eyes to focus on curving the coughs. ...And to listen to your voice. “I know I’m not the best to look at, but I can try to help.”

Scaramouche couldn’t help but to smile at your innocence. How were you going to help? You were the problem! “...You’re right you’re not attractive at all.” You furrowed your brows and put your hands to your hips. He laughed at your expression. “Fine. You can try to help me.”

He was setting himself up for failure, he knew that. But seeing you try so hard to figure out the type of person he liked was amusing to him. One day you were doting, cooking for him and making sure he drank water. But then the next you were neglectful, thinking that maybe he didn’t like someone who doted on him. You tried being clingy, you tried playing hard to get. You tried cleaning his house, you tried making it filthy. Nothing seemed to be working since he coughed up more and more petals everyday, but as he lay there feeling the life drain out of him with every cough, he seemed to feel pretty happy in his final days.

Soon enough, he was too weak to even open his eyes. You tucked the blanket snugly around him and exchanged the cool towel on his forehead. “Please let me tell Childe,” you whispered.

He scowled, amazingly mustering enough energy to do so, and coughed. “No,” he said weakly. “I don’t want— ackh— anyone to cut me open.”

“I’ll cut you open myself!” You joked, pulling at the shirt he wore.

“I’d let you,” he smiled. He figured that if he was to die today, he might as well tell you how he felt. “You’re so dumb, [Y/N]. But that’s what I like about you. You work so hard no matter what you’re doing. Whether it’s paperwork or watching over me...you give it your all.” You blinked at him, trying to process his words. “Maybe if I had been a little nicer to you...I wouldn’t be lying here dying. Maybe we’d actually have been in love.”

“What are you saying?” You ask dumbfoundedly, your hands shaking where they lay on the bed.

“These stupid petals, [Y/N], they’re for you.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was saying so clearly as day. The man you had nearly died for, now lay dying for you. You spent almost two months suffering because he had not cared about you and now he spent these last two months suffering. But you suffered alone. This time, Scaramouche was suffering with you right by his side.

“I...I don’t know what to say.” You said finally.

Scaramouche turned over to lay on his side, facing his back toward you. “That’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to let you know, that way I would die without regret.”

“No, sir, you don’t understand.” You swallowed the lump in your throat to muster up the courage.

Scaramouche began to feel relief as he lay there. These are my last few minutes, he thought to himself. His body grew too weak to cough. At least, he figured, he’d die without coughing his lungs out.

You fiddle with your fingers and hyped yourself up to admit why you were sick in the first place. “Scaramouche...the reason I was sick...was because I loved you.”

Scaramouche was too weak to cough. So he should’ve been too weak to sit up. He sat up with such vigor, turning to look at you. He had been laying in bed for four days now, unable to sit up. Yet here he was, looking at you. The itch in his throat ceased. He didn’t stop coughing because he was weak. He stopped coughing because you returned his feelings.

Soon, the pink in his lips began to reappear. The color in his cheeks flushed, and his body aches seemingly disappeared. He tentatively reached forward, afraid that he had died and gone to celestia. This was a dream, this wasn’t real.

He cupped your cheek and caressed the skin there with his thumb. You held the hand on your face and leaned into the contact. All these months you had been suppressing your love for Scaramouche.

You didn’t want to be sick again. You forced your love onto Victor and latched on intensely so as to move on. But you didn’t know that while you were loving Victor, Scaramouche had been loving you. Watching you laugh and cling to Victor made him jealous. Jealous and possessive. When you recovered he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. He wanted to learn more about you, talk to you, see the smile you used to give Victor. He wanted to see that smile and he wanted to make you his.

“You love me?” He asked barely over a whisper.

“I don't know why, but yes,” you joked with a laugh, a bright smile spread across your lips.

Scaramouche smiled too, albeit very little, but still a smile. The harbinger, and now your new boyfriend, promised himself that he’d protect that smile. Especially from Victor. “Good. You’re all mine.”

#genshin impact #Scaramouche genshin #Scaramouche #Scaramouche x reader #hanahaki #writing #oneshot

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (May 12/2021) - The L’Sandburg Ultimatum

Foolish leaves a message for the L’Sandburgians telling them that they have overstayed their welcome on his land and that they must take down their walls in five days.

Those yellow flags will be white, or this means war.

Meanwhile, Ranboo receives a letter back from the Council.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Philza

Captain Puffy

Ranboo

Badboyhalo

Badboyhalo

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- L’Sandburg has gone too far. At Foolish’s summer home, he explains that the L’Sandburgians have not only built a massive wall, but closed off the toll gate! 

- They’ve gotten a little too aggressive Foolish says, taking a toll-free shortcut that’s been conveniently dug beneath the wall

(Said shortcut is a hole with a ladder going all the way down to bedrock, a few blocks of horizontal tunnel and another hole going all the way back up to the surface with a tiny piece of the ladder missing halfway up)

- L’Sandburg has left Foolish no choice but to fight back. He is reluctant to start a war yet, as he would rather not use TNT on his own land. 

- The first thing he does is take down the gate. For now, he leaves them a message:

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Dear L’Sandberg,

You are in violation of the original agreement of building inside of one chunk of territory. Not only have you further expanded but you have the audacity to make a toll gate ON LAND OWNED BY FOOLISH. I expect this to be torn down  by the residents of L’Sandberg within 5 days. I WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANY DISPUTE OVER THESE LAND CLAIMS!

- Foolish

5-12-21

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- Ponk visits the summer home and speaks with Foolish to tell him that he’s named his skeleton horse for him, and walked the bee. 

- He leads Foolish all the way past Eret’s castle to the trapped flower hill. At the top, he places a bunch of maps with pictures of money on them

- He shows Foolish the underside of the hill, which is rigged with TNT. He blocks off the entrance as Foolish tries to run, shouts “LOVE ME” and lights it, sending the entire hill into an explosion

- Foolish asks what’s wrong with him and kills his dog. Ponk asks if he’s having a blast right now. As they walk back, Ponk turns to Foolish and says he trusts him to look after something, throwing him a poppy named “Sam <3″

Foolish: “Oh, this’ll be perfect for -- never mind.”

- Ponk then asks if Foolish notices anything different -- his eyes! He is Egg-free now

- They go up the MLG tower, and Foolish brings up the IOUs with Ponk. He mentions he’ll be going on a date soon and wants Ponk to be his waiter. Ponk says he’d be down

- Ponk tries to trade Foolish Netherite blocks for gold. He soon has to leave for the Twitch Rivals event

- Phil continues to work on the basement and chats with Tommy for a bit

- Ranboo goes to check his mailbox. Inside is a letter and an enchanted golden apple:

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Hello! No new news yet. We have been keeping an eye on things and everything seems to be going okay so far. In our searches one of us found something that may be of use to you! We have left it in this chest. We respect your wishes. - The Council

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- Ranboo leaves a return message:

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Council, Thank you for your gift it will prove to be of good use. Please make sure that you keep a close eye on everything happening regarding what we spoke about earlier. If i have any more requests i will give them to you here.  Thank you again. - Ranboo

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- After Eret blew up the glitch cube (with Fundy’s permission), Puffy lights the obsidian frame into Nether portals

- She then goes to check on L’Puffburg, seeing the message from Foolish. She takes the empty book and quill to write a reply:

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I agree with Foolish and also you should give Puffy diamonds as well because I’m also offended

- Puffy

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- She returns to working on her base back home

- Puffy later speaks with Badboyhalo extensively about Tall Mama

- They meet up at L’Sandburg and Bad shows off the wall before noticing the message, reading it

- Purpled logs onto the server for a few minutes

- Bad is enraged. He, out of the kindness of his heart, made a toll-free shortcut for Foolish! They take the shortcut. When they finally emerge out the other end of the shortcut, they come face to face with Foolish

Bad: I love this wall

Puffy: “I think I’ve heard that quote somewhere...”

- He speaks with Foolish, who is upset that Bad has made this wall. Bad explains that their economy was experiencing turmoil due to a loss of toll revenue

- Bad brings up Tall Cactus, insisting that while they gave Foolish Tall Cactus back, the L’Sandburgians kept ownership of the strip of land. Foolish disagrees

- Bad says that canonically, this is their path! Foolish replies that canonically, he gives two shits about this

- Foolish disapproves of the shortcut. Bad offers to improve it. While they discuss toll, Puffy starts twerking, asking why inflation has increased the toll to one golden apple

Foolish: “Five days. Five days for this wall to come down...or we might have turmoil.”

- Foolish refuses to pay the toll. Bad offers him a special yearly tollbooth pass for ten apples. Puffy pays him nine. L’Sandburg Toll Company thanks her for business

- Foolish threatens to hire Purpled to come kill them. Puffy hands Foolish the apples to pay to Bad. Puffy asks Bad if she and Foolish can make a drug cartel that passes underneath the wall

- Bad asks Puffy to join him in defending the wall as L’Sandburg and L’Puffburg, offering her 50% of the toll revenue. Puffy isn’t on board.

- Puffy brings up Tall Mama. They talk about Tall Mama. Eventually the subject returns to the wall

Bad: “Oh, so it’s gonna be war then, is that it?”

Foolish: “Oh, is that what this is? Huh, Bad? You want war!”

- Foolish lets Bad know to respond by letter. Or, he can surrender right now, and settle things peacefully. 

Foolish: “Bad, you see these yellow flags?”

Bad: “Yes.”

Foolish: “They better be white in five days.”

- Foolish says he’ll hire a bunch of mercenaries and end the war swiftly. Bad says he can pay them more to hire them over to his side. 

- Foolish threatens to set up a TNT canon aimed at the wall. Bad says he can rig TNT underneath the entire place so that if it ever goes, it will be nothing but a huge crater the size of Wyoming. They proceed to discuss Wyoming

- Foolish shows Bad Finley, his child. Bad almost refuses to give Finley back, but returns her

- They go back and look at the Tall Mama poster at Bad’s house

- Then they stack themselves in boats. Many innuendos are made

- Afterwards, though, Foolish tells Bad that this changes nothing. The walls of L’Sandburg must still come down. Bad is sad

Puffy: “Yeah it meant more to you, Bad, than it meant to him.”

Foolish: “It was a one-boat-stand, okay Bad?”

- After dealing with some technical issues for a bit, Bad tries to find Skeppy for his trident and starts following Ranboo around to see what he’s up to. 

- Bad finally spots Skeppy lurking on a tree, but Skeppy logs off when Bad tries to go to him. Bad tries repeatedly to convince Skeppy to log back on so he can kill him and retrieve the trident

- After the chase, Bad goes to L’Sandburg to fill chat in on the conflict, saying that Foolish seems to have declared war on L’Sandburg. Bad is unfazed by his threats and leaves his own response:

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EAT DIRT FOOLISH LSANDBURG WILL LIVE FOREVER!!!

DOWN WITH THE TYRANICAL TOTEM!!!

DIEEEEE

- With love, - BBH

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He signs the book “<3″

- Bad then “improves” the shortcut with lava out of the kindness of his heart and reinforces the wall with concrete

- Next, he tweaks the flags, making them black and yellow. He plans to mine a bunch of obsidian for the wall

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Upcoming Events:

- The ultimatum deadline (five days)

- Foolish’s date

- Quackity’s business opening

- Quackity’s next lore stream

- Tales From the SMP: “Space Race”

- Ponk’s lore stream

- Dream’s lore video

- Sapnap’s possible lore stream

- Awesamdude lore stream

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

[lazywonderlvnd]

Hi, if you are still taking prompts; A magically powerful Harry not noticing that his magic does things to make Draco happy. This can be pre-relationship or established relationship. Like it starts of with his tea being exactly as he likes and always the right temperature. Then evolves to rooms changing colour or weather changing or people being unable to invade Draco’s personal space due to an invisible barrier or something ridiculous. Btw Draco doesn’t notice as well.

anon.....you really killed me w this one. i’ve been so emo over this wyugeahrwiw might end up writing smth longer tbh bc this concept is literally the only thing that matters to me!!!!!!! i hope u enjoy i had so much fun with it ❤️❤️❤️

“Harry, you do it. Please.”

“No.”

“Please!”

“We’re fucking watching something, Draco!”

“So just pause it!”

Harry grabs the pillow on his lap and slams it onto the sofa next to him. Hermione can see dust rise in its wake. He pauses the telly. 

“Are you doing it?” Draco asks hopefully. Harry scowls at him. 

“Well you won’t shut up until I do, will you?”

“Definitely not.”

Harry disappears into the kitchen and Draco sits there looking smug.

“It’s kind of sick how you get off on bossing him around,” says Ron, his tone one of simple observation. His fingers are idly playing with Hermione’s hair, but she doesn’t think he notices he’s doing it. 

“If I’m not mean to him a few times a week I break out in a rash, Weasley,” Draco says blithely. “Besides, he makes it perfectly. I don’t know how he does it, it’s always exactly the right temperature and sweetness and all that. I s’pose his years as a house-elf for those Muggles gave him plenty of time to perfect the art.”

“You’re a twat,” says Ron. “And my mum makes tea better than him.”

“Well you’re just a pitiful little mummy’s boy, aren’t you, Weasley? We can hardly trust your opinion.”

“Hark who the hell’s talking,” Ron scoffs. “Least I’m not twenty-three and still calling my mum ‘mummy’ like the world’s biggest bloody ponce.”

Draco splutters but before he can retort Harry’s coming back into the room hovering four cups of tea that float placidly to each of them. Draco looks exactly like a satisfied cat as he takes his and Harry drops back down onto the sofa next to him. Not too close, but certainly not too far, either.

“Literally exquisite,” Draco declares after he’s taken a sip. Ron rolls his eyes.

“It’s just tea, Draco,” says Harry, and he grabs for the remote to turn the film back on. “You’re such a demanding little brat. Merlin’s fucking tits.”

But Draco looks happy and Harry looks suspiciously content as well. Ron turns to her and makes a silent gagging face. Hermione snorts and puts a finger to her lips. They’ve decided not to say anything yet.

*

“Wasn’t this place a lot … uglier last time?”

“What?” Harry says absently. He’s not listening — he’s got all his attention zeroed in on a stack of parchment he’s holding. They’d only barely dragged him along to lunch; earlier the captain of the English National Team had apparently owled him a great number of brand-new Quidditch plays and required Harry’s extensive thoughts and notes before their next practise, which was tomorrow morning. 

“Uglier,” Draco says emphatically, and Ron mutters something she doesn’t catch. “Remember? The walls were that tragic egg-yolk colour.” He shivers. Hermione thinks it might have been an honest-to-god shiver of revulsion. She also thinks she knows what’s happened, even though the extent of it surprises her.

“Maybe someone heard you whingeing and changed it,” Ron apparently can’t stop himself from saying with a snigger. Hermione elbows him hard and he shoots her a glare, mouthing, he doesn’t know!

Harry would usually be the one to take the lead and get them a table when all four of them go out to eat together but today he’s too wrapped up in his Quidditch plays, so Ron steps forward and does it, which makes Hermione’s chest flutter pleasantly. He’d blush down to his bones if she ever said it aloud but he’s quite capable of being a leader in Harry’s absences. 

“Whatever happened,” says Draco pointedly as they’re led to their table, “it’s a great bloody blessing, I was genuinely unsure I’d have the mental fortitude to survive another assault like that on my delicate senses. And, I mean, this —” he gestures to the walls, which are now an admittedly pleasing dark teal above a white trim “— is stunning. It’s my favourite colour.”

“Is it? So weird they picked your favourite colour completely by coincidence,” Ron says, and Hermione elbows him again. Draco notices nothing and neither does Harry, although he does finally set the plays aside once they’re seated at the table.

“Are you complaining about the wall colour again?” he asks drily. They would both be extremely displeased to know they sound like an old married couple. Draco snatches haughtily at the paper napkin on the table and unfolds it to place over his lap. The first time he’d ever done this at a regular, decidedly not upscale restaurant Ron had taken it upon himself to spend the entire meal adopting a posh accent to match Draco’s and saying things to the waiter like “Don’t you have crystal?” while holding up a glass cup full of Pepsi and then commenting “These aren’t real silver, you know” after making a show of inspecting the titanium utensils. 

“I can complain about hideous design choices if I want to,” Draco tells Harry with his nose in the air. “Thankfully they’ve rectified it this time.”

On the other side of the restaurant, Hermione sees two employees talking, one of them gesturing at the wall with utter bewilderment. She doesn’t point it out.

*

“Twelve o’clock,” says Ron, nodding past Draco’s shoulder. “Some bloke staring you down hard, Malfoy.”

Draco looks excitedly behind him, but what Hermione takes more notice of is the way Harry’s face falls a little. She can’t help but wonder if he even realises it’s happened. She’s almost certain he’s aware of his feelings for Draco even though he still hasn’t said anything to her (and she’s been waiting months now, the effort of holding her tongue growing only more difficult by the day, and she knows Ron’s always seconds away from shouting at him) but she doesn’t think he knows how obvious he is. Draco doesn’t seem to know either, but she thinks that’s because Draco feels exactly the same way. She’d have called them morons, but she remembers too well how long it had taken her and Ron.

“What the fuck, Weasley,” Draco hisses, turning back around with a scowl that makes Ron laugh and Harry perk up again a little bit. “He looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in weeks.”

“Now, now,” says Ron, “mustn’t judge books by their greasy covers.”

“Then you go shag him if you think he’s so fit.”

“Maybe I will,” Ron says airily, as if he really is considering it, and Hermione can’t help chuckling and kissing his cheek. Then his expression changes to one of wicked amusement, which makes all of them look round to see the bloke coming their way. Hermione glances at Harry to find that — oh yes, he looks flustered and vaguely upset.

“Hullo,” says the greasy bloke to Draco as he comes up beside him at their table. He’s really not terrible-looking, but if she’s learned anything about Draco in the last couple years it’s that his standards amount to models and Harry Potter, so this man has almost no chance.

“Hello,” Draco drawls, reminding her fiercely of his younger self at Hogwarts. “I’m not interested.”

“Right little narcissistic bugger, aren’t you?” the man says. And now, finally, he’s begun to look as revolting to Hermione as he’d done initially to Draco — a repellent personality can do that. “Maybe I just wanted to come and have a chat.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at any of the rest of us?” Ron asks, sounding halfway between amused still and a little put off.

“Can you leave, please?” Draco interjects, cringing away from the man encroaching slowly on his personal space. And suddenly, as he looks on the verge of antagonising Draco further, he shifts his feet and slips, landing right on his bum with a yell of surprise. All four of them get to their feet to see, but there doesn’t seem to be any liquid or even slimy food for him to have tripped on.

“The fuck ...?” the man says, getting back to his feet. But when he moved towards Draco, he only slips again, on absolutely nothing at all. Something clicks and Hermione looks at Harry: he seems as confused as anyone else (if obviously pleased).

She looks at Ron then, who catches her eye and lifts his brows like he’s thinking the same thing.

Draco’s suitor gets up once more and steadies himself, looking a bit dazed. Some deep animal instinct seems to tell him to stop trying, and with a wary glance at Draco he finally leaves.

“Well that was a bit of a fucking scene,” says Harry. Draco, coming out of his own startled daze, laughs.

“Yeah,” Ron says sarcastically, “wonder what could’ve possibly happened.”

*

“I really thought it was going to rain,” Draco mopes where he’s standing at the window. It’s grey outside but it definitely doesn’t look like rain and Draco appears so upset about it that Hermione actually feels badly, even though she’s quite glad for the clear weather. 

“Just shut the curtains,” Ron suggests from his place on the floor. He’s sorting through Harry’s collection of VHS tapes, trying to decide on a good Halloween movie. Not that he’s ever seen any of them, and Hermione suspects he’ll end up choosing whichever cover he likes best.

“It’s not the same!” Draco wails. “The thunder and lightning is all part of it, you uncultured pillock! The atmosphere is all wrong.”

“It’ll be just as good when we shut off all the lights and draw the curtains,” she assures him, but it doesn’t remove the look of disappointment from his face. It’s a pouty sort of thing that echoes the brattiness of his youth; she imagines a five-or-six-year-old Draco giving his parents similar looks when he wasn’t getting what he wanted.

 At that moment the front door opens and Harry walks in carrying two grocery bags, one of which contains alcohol, which Hermione can tell by the way the plastic is bulging around the cans.

“The fuck are you all doing here?” he says by way of greeting.

“You said eight o’clock, fuckhead,” Ron tells him without looking up. “But it’s fine, I’ve had time to pick a film and Malfoy’s had time to moan about the weather.”

“What’s wrong with the weather?”

“I wanted a storm!”

At that exact moment, a flash of lightning lights up the sky behind Harry where he hasn’t even closed the door yet. Seconds later a downpour begins, and then there’s a rolling crash of thunder.

Hermione’s eyes widen and once more she finds Ron’s gaze, who looks about as shocked as she feels. Draco, meanwhile, has his hands over his mouth and looks like a child on Christmas morning.

For the first time since his magic had begun picking up on Draco’s wishes and granting them of seemingly its own accord, Hermione sees Harry look suspicious. He peers behind him at the storm suddenly raging outside his house before slowly closing the door. When he turns back he looks directly at Hermione, who looks away quickly.

They set up the food Harry had gotten — all kinds of Halloween-themed sweets — and once everyone has their drinks (“Make mine,” Draco tells Harry, “you do it best”) and is comfortable on the two sofas in the room (Harry and Draco are, as usual, as close to each other as they can get without actually touching) they start the movie: The Thing, which Harry swears is one of the greatest horror films of all time.

Funny thing is, an hour and a half into it she looks over and, with a jolt, realises the two of them are kissing half-covered beneath a blanket. She elbows Ron, who positively beams when he notices.

“Fucking finally, dear sweet Merlin,” he whispers, the sound muffled by the continued rain and thunder. “I nearly hit him upside the head when he made it rain, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shh!” Hermione hisses, though she’s smiling. “They’ll hear you. We’ll rag him about it tomorrow.”

A soft sound of laughter comes from the other sofa that Hermione identifies as Draco’s, and when she risks another peek after a moment she sees that Harry has a hand on Draco’s jaw, and that he’s smiling.

#anna writes #this prompt rly sent me into a tailspin of emotion #Anonymous