tomiti's idiots

the first recap (scribbles 1-50):

honorable mentions in no particular order: #50—The Old World | Seeley Booth (& Jack Hodgins) that epilogue is just everything to me. the best friends ever. theyre so sweet and hodgins thinks shes totally crazy but he'll do anything she asks him to. also if i had a quarter for every time i wrote an arranged marriage to best friends pipeline, i would have two quarters, which isnt a lot but its really weird that its happened twice #14—Is Nothing Sacred?! | Carlton Lassiter (ft. Shawn Spencer) its taking me back to my psych fic (which i need to revamp and republish) and i love it. also "Jesus, Lassie, did you drop her?" is far funnier to me than it should be #32—Father-Son Chats | Evan "Buck" Buckley & dad!Bobby Nash another epilogue that i love with my whole heart... but also buck and bobbys relationship. they are so dear to my soul. also the obligatory "eddie punching his best friend for calling his sister a milf" comment bc that will never not be funny to me #5—A Damn Good Excuse To Be Late | Dean Winchester listen. LISTEN. i love making men simp over their partners. especially when their partner is aspec. bc it will never not be funny to me #41—Void | Eddie Brock (ft. Venom) THE ANGSTTTTTTT no one is happy in this one and that makes me happy. i love to torture blorbos.

5th place: #35—The Intern's Brother-In-Law | Foggy Nelson (ft. Matt Murdock)

"You really wanna be the intern's brother-in-law?" "At least I didn't try to fuck the intern," he said pointedly. Foggy was taking no shit. Matt's face flushed crimson. "That was before she worked here!" he defended. "That just makes it worse!"

i loooove writing mouthy foggy!! man, what a treat! i also love throwing shade at matt for being a manwhore and his history with peia is endlessly funny to me. foggy will never let this man rest. as he fucking should.

4th place: #25—First Impressions Are Deceiving | Lucy Chen (& Aaron Thorsen)

"Because you're a nepo baby," Benjerman shrugged, "and it's fun to make fun of you." "Hold up, aren't you a nepo baby, too?! Your dad is a literal Broadway/movie star! And her parents are both shrinks; I'm sure they're super rich, too!" Aaron argued frantically. "Yeah, but your net worth is still bigger than both of our parents', combined. Moneybags," Benjerman teased with a smile, making the sign for 'tycoon' and sticking his tongue out.

benjerman and his polycule are EVERYTHING to me rn!! i was so stoked to introduce him and he just makes me so happy. cant say im surprised; his mom is my sunshine incarnate just like he is and an old-time favorite. benjerman was featured in "double or nothing?" and is definitely still the same sassy boy, just all grown up, and he and aaron are just super cute.

3rd place: #42—Family Discord | Matt Murdock (ft. Giuseppe Barbieri)

Giuseppe tried to mediate between the two of them. He didn't know what Malcolm had told Matt, didn't know the promise that was broken; he'd just been trying to get Malcolm to listen to him about leaving his baby sister alone. "Matthew, she's okay. Don't do anything rash," he said gently. "No, this has been a long time coming. Get the fuck out of my apartment, Malcolm, and don't come back," Matt spat.

im starting to think i just love the fics with the most characters... but hey, i got an excuse to write mal and giu together and theyre always a blast. its also angst which is slowly becoming my favorite thing to write?? not sure what that says about me whoops. i also stand by what i said in the tags: mal is plagued by two hot italians and i wish it were me.

2nd place: #37—The Bargain | 40s!Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

"Oh, you are carrying such a torch for her. Were you ever this khaki-whacky for me?" Steve looked aghast at the question. "You have to ask?" "I didn't know you were into guys until after you kissed me the first time, and the only reason I picked up on it then is because you used tongue!" Bucky argued with a laugh.

40s!bucky gives me LIFE! this man has my whole heart and soul and he is so much fun to write 😩😩 he is also very VERY aggressively bisexual imo and i love him for that. someone save poor steve. im adding bucky not knowing steve was into guys until their first kiss (and even then only because steve used tongue) to my list of hcs for them. stove and bucket my beloved.

1st place: #22—Hellfire | Soulless!Sam Winchester

"Oh, but I am. I am your big, gentle Sammy," he mocked. "I'll even grant you your wish." He sat down backwards on the chair beside her, leaned in. "I will go with you. Wherever. You. Will. Go."

WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME HOW FUN IT IS TO WRITE SOULLESS SAM?! oh, i fear he may ruin me... writing him and chelseas interaction was way more fun than i was expecting and i fear i may need a full fic of them now. what a shame that i have to write it. did you know i was actually kind of dreading writing soulless sam before i started? look how quickly that fuckin turned around LMAO

the second recap (scribbles 51-112):

honorable mentions in no particular order: #57—Haunted | Peter Parker for the angst! the implications!! im working on a long fic that goes into more detail on this one #81—Occupational Hazard | Sam Winchester bc theyre just so cute and dear to me #106—Updog? Overdog? Underdog | Eddie Brock & Giuseppe Barbieri bc its the first time ive really gotten their dynamic down other than one of my favorites and i love them sm 💚 polycule goals. dumbasses. #61—To Love You Is To Know You... Wait, Did I Get That Backwards? | Peter Parker partially for the title even though its atrociously long tbh but i feel like their dynamic was so perfect in this #74—Gone | Peter Parker are we sensing a theme here? i just love peter and writing for him. and also torturing him. gotta be mean to blorbo, sorry peter #88—The Long Wait | Peter Parker back at it with another peter fic,,, no one is surprised. something about this one just scratches my brain in the perfect way though. i cant put a finger on why. the italics? the paragraph spacing?? the actual words??? fuck if i know

5th place: #69—Karaoke | Eddie Brock (ft. Venom)

"All of them. And don't skimp on the Metallica." "Oh, marry me," he practically moaned. Keep your pants clean! Venom roared in his mind.

theyre so stupid. and so fucking fun to write !! i really said "dean winchester 🤝 eddie brock: taste in music" with this one and i have no regrets. i think eddie has a tendency to see juriana as almost as alien as venom is, so it was awesome to give them a little moment where theyre all united in something.

4th place: #89—Old | Dean Winchester (ft. Alex Harper)

She looked up at her husband with the saddest eyes, and Dean couldn't help but kiss her. Harper groaned loudly and shielded himself from the phone, acting like a little kid seeing his parents kiss for the first time. "Why do you have to ruin my phone call with old people kissing?!" he asked, playing it up just for the giggles. "Are you callin' me old?" Dean huffed. "I'm only 34!" "Yeah, 34 hundred."

this one kinda crept up on me. it was good when i first wrote it, but then it just stuck with me. its just the notion of dean realizing that hey, yeah, by his standards, he really is old. he probably never wouldve imagined living past his 30s (even if hes on his 12th life, by this point...) but also. dad dean. husband and father dean. i would die for him.

3rd place: #80—Awakened | Foggy Nelson

"Motherfucker-!" he exclaimed, balling his fists. "Would you like to be?" she offered. Foggy felt his soul leave his body at that.

there was so much about this one that brought me joy. foggy in general, the peter parker joke, the rambles, the mommy kink, how well they match each others freak; it was 300 words of perfection to me. theyre such goobers. foggy needs so much more love, hes so fun to write!

2nd place: #52—Naming Conventions | Eddie Brock & Giuseppe Barbieri

"Giu picked something Italian, you got the Japanese, and I provided the Irish, that way everyone was involved like you wanted them to be!" "YOU NAMED OUR CHILD BROCCOLI; IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING IRISH!" she shouted. "I can't believe I trusted you with a modicum of responsibility!" "Why not? You trusted me with the regular cum of responsibility," Eddie said with a stupid smirk on his face. Giuseppe wheezed a laugh, amazed that Juri hadn't slapped him for that. "She is going to kill you," he advised, "and I am going to make popcorn. I will miss you when you're gone."

i was so excited for this one to come out 😩😩 i had entirely too much fun with it, and thats why it ended up being so fucking long. ive written a lot of juri and eddie together and a little bit of giu and juri together, but this was the first time i got to really work out giu and eddies dynamic and im super happy with how it turned out

1st place: #108—Words Hurt | Sam Winchester (ft. Dean Winchester)

Sam was beyond done with the jokes, though. "Sheriesh grel winnagoggel palltic fleekjesh schwin blarga!" he gibbered at Chelsea, whose jaw dropped at the meaning behind the nonsense. "Don't you dare try to curse me!" she huffed, earning a weird look from Dean, who had no idea what any of it meant. She clarified: "Sam said he hopes the research makes my head spin so I can 'ave a taste of the curse."

that gibberish took me like three minutes to put together just bc i wanted to make sure it sounded random. stupid thing to hyperfixate on but oh well 🤷 anyway, this one made me giggle a lot too, and it WILL be getting a full-length fic (eventually)! chelsea and dean are becoming my favorite brotp to write for, and i must really love writing for sam bc hes taken first place in BOTH recaps now. i wonder if he'll be first in the third recap too 🤔 its currently a no, but stranger things have happened (update: he didnt come in first but he was third)

the third recap (scribbles 113-165):

honorable mention honorable mentions (aka scribbles i wanted to ramble about but dont love as much as the other two sections) just in numerical order: #121—Enough | Sam Winchester mostly just to shout out that gif bc it,,, does something to me. soft sam supremacy idk. but also bc "i would dip my face in liquid nitrogen for the chance to kiss you, and im disappointed thats not feasable" is one of the cutest and most accepting sam things ive ever written #122—Sangria-Phobe | Dean Winchester its just such a stupid pun and very dean coded. that man hates wonderwall and bob dylan tell me im wrong #126—The Message | Loki Odinson believe it or not, this one (and all of the loki scribbles, actually) totally snuck up on me and was not planned. much to cue's chagrin, ive been off my loki bullshit for a hot minute and just didnt feel inspired to write for him, but this one mostly wrote itself. also getting a rb from a large (imo) blog (that wasnt associated with event organization like BBF or society) was so shocking and genuinely blew my mind. it still does tbh 😭 #137—Irish Blessings | Sam Winchester (ft. Patrick McNeil) patrick conspiring to say "no" to sam is honestly fucking evil and the whiplash he gives poor sam is even worse. but its such a patrick thing to do. he would be so sad about giving his girls away and for as worried as he is about sam, the worst in-law is yet to come. #138—Liability | Peter Parker more angst... kinda, but moreso just peter being an idiot. i love idiot peter. he is so dear to my soul. getting into an argument just to end it with "did you really mean it when you called me your boyfriend 😍😍🥰🥰😩😩" is so stupid and so peter and so them and i love it. #164—Precious | Bucky Barnes dad!bucky. need i say more? #165—The End | Peter Parker i realize its something most people lack context for, but cassiopeters relationship with ben is just... so fucking funny. ben and johnny storm are just meant to torment peter, but at least he could date johnny. and the epilogue is just stupid and fun. i also just love that the last scribble of the challenge, released 1 minute before the event was over, was called 'the end'. its the little things.

honorable mentions in order of least-most favorite: #150—Beat Me To The Pie Punch | Dean Winchester i am such a sucker for fluff like this and also just wondeanland in general. deans life just getting completely fucked up because he walked into a bakery to get pie after fighting with his dad is 😩. theyre so perfect for each other #155—The Mistake | Aaron Thorsen are we surprised to see angst in this lineup? we shouldnt be. also internalized homophobia. benjer and aaron werent a pair i was really expecting to write for, but i just got sporadic ideas for them (and lucy) when i was writing out my prompt ideas and theyve become so otp to me. i was really torn between this one and the right to remain silent for the honorable mentions, and im still not sure which one i like more! theyre pretty tied. #113—Night Talks | Peter Parker (ft. Bucky Barnes) the relationships in this lil family are just,,, everything to me. im in the process of writing out a more detailed fic that goes more in-depth with what bucky did to peia and how it affects him and the people around them and its just way too fun to fuck around with. i like playing with buckys trauma. i also LOVE writing mouthy peter. "zip it, tinkerbell" and "im not having this conversation without pants" were my favorite moments from this scribble though. theyre just >>>>> #120—Yours. Forever. | Bucky Barnes excuse me while i scream about them for a minute 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH i think they complement each other so incredibly well and this is SO FUCKING FLUFFY and i love it. its on par with january's confessions scribble (which actually takes place around the same point in their timeline) and its just. chefs kiss. i have no further comment. #160—Tactical Decision | Wesley Evers this and yours. forever. very nearly made me say "fuck it" and just expand the top 5 scribbles into top 7 which is why i decided to just put the honorable mentions in order this time 🤷 i love beginnings and i love men that are simps for their wives and i love tormenting my demi crew who dont realize theyre in love until something like this happens. i also just love the thought of angela and tim mocking the ever-living SHIT out of them for "iT wAs A tAcTiCaL dEciSiON" for the rest of their lives

5th Place: #145—The Right Thing | 40s!Eddie Brock

Eddie moved closer, took her hands, and stared at her longingly. He didn't have a plan yet, but he couldn't go along with hers. "Respectfully, not in a million years would I ever do that," he promised. "I'm not gonna abandon you. We'll… hide the war out in a bunker, kidnap a doctor, make the president sign the damn marriage certificate himself; I don't care, but I'm not leaving you. I love you. Whatever it takes, I'll take care of you."

where the fuck did this one come from ??? (my catfa brainrot, lets be real here) i literally had like 600 or 700 words of ideas before i went to write the scribble, and the whole challenge with the scribbles is for them to be UNDER 300 words. this one just hit me like a fucking freight train (maybe the one that took buckys arm) and i was NOT expecting it at all. i love love love the idea of 40s eddie and juriana though 😩😩😩 i will be writing more of them and that is a threat

4th Place: #146—Orders | 40s!Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes (both the epilogue and the main scribble)

The picture in front of Adelaide was of her kissing Bucky. In front of Steve was a picture of him in the same position. In front of Bucky were both. (He couldn't stop grinning.)

"Oh, yeah? And how are you gonna manage that one, Rogers?" Bucky challenged. "White privilege," Addie deadpanned. Steve shifted uncomfortably, but didn't say she was wrong.

blatantly bisexual 40s bucky barnes, how i love you... tbh this one landing in FOURTH place shocked me bc i do love it quite a lot, but there were some other really strong contenders. i felt like this one was a pretty good mix of goofy, defiant, and frustrated that encapsulates their experience as a polycule in the 40s, especially one with both queer and poc members, as well as being in the military at the time. this was also the thing that made me finally say fuck it and add howard to the polycule (as well as peggy, eventually) because bucky is a menace and he would absolutely start dating two more people after getting in trouble for fucking around with ameicas sweethearts

3rd Place: #158—Tu Me Manques | Sam Winchester

"…give Harper a hug for me, okay?" he asked sadly, walking toward the door. "Tell him it's from Dean." Alice's eyes welled with tears and her voice cracked when she spoke. "Go on. If you come back, I'll get you trespassed. You know that the sheriff lives next door, and I've got his cell number." Sam looked as heartbroken as she sounded. "I'll see you around, Coop," he mumbled

i have so many thoughts about this one. the winchester in-law relationships are some of my favorites and im just so in love with their dynamic. the idea that its not just dean losing a partner with the breakup, but sam losing family too. and harper. i think we all know by now that the angsty ones also tend to be my favorites, so its not a shocker this one ended up in the top 5 😂

2nd Place: #125—Donuts Made Me Choke The Chicken | Dean Winchester

"Oh, come on!" "That's why I'm going back to wash them!"

genuinely dont know what to say about this one. it is 110% a crack fic and pure stupidity but both it and its companion #127—Favorite Movie | Steve Rogers are??? weirdly favorites of mine????? and thinking about it, i think dean and addie would get along like a house on fire. theyre the same flavor of freaky

1st Place: #114—Blow Up My Phone | Dean Winchester

"ur gna hit me with lepruhcon speak and THATS what ur hung up on?" A pause, while he thought about her last text. "if u wanna put anti fire juice on ur vagina thats ur funeral buddy" Insane. He was going to drive her insane.

THE IN-LAWS EVERRRR 10/10 i love them so much theyre so stupid together. even picking a favorite quote for this one was hard because the whole thing just makes me grin like an idiot. also the bonus texts at the end in the a/n are just >>> i feel like i really nailed canon dean vibes in this one and im proud of it.

bonus rambles:

if i had to pick 5 top favorites from the WHOLE event i guess it would kinda change the order from the recaps, but i would say they are:

5th Place: #146—Orders | 40s!Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

4th Place: #158—Tu Me Manques | Sam Winchester

(honestly, these first two are more tied for 4th than 5th and 4th)

3rd Place: #114—Blow Up My Phone | Dean Winchester

im ??? honestly surprised this isnt my #1, but when i think about it, the other two are just too good. i think the bonus texts in the a/n may honestly be better than the actual scribble itself, but its definitely close

2nd Place: #52—Naming Conventions | Eddie Brock & Giuseppe Barbieri

dad!eddie and a polycule. im sorry dean but you just couldnt beat this one with blow up my phone. its funny but the modicum/regular cum joke and the fact that eddie NAMED HIS SON AFTER A VEGETABLE live rent-free in my head in a way that the dean-chelsea texts dont quite

1st Place: #89—Old | Dean Winchester (ft. Alex Harper)

it just sits with me. its seeped into my bones. dean and his kid. the reflection mixed with playful family dynamics. everything he ever wanted but something he never had. i just keep thinking about it.

Seven years.

For seven years, Peter had known his villain. For most of that time, he'd also been wildly in love with her, including when she'd completely disappeared from New York with nothing more than a note left for him in her apartment telling him she didn't know when she'd be back.

That was five years ago.

A lot had happened since then. He'd gotten through college, found a job, became an Avenger, started dating the girl of his dreams… but he always had the 'what if' at the back of his mind. What if she hadn't left? What if he'd gotten to know who she was? What if she joined the good side?

Two weeks ago, it looked like he might get to answer some of those questions.

She came back.

A hero, this time, under a different name, but it was her.

He could finally have an answer to his questions.

She'd gotten away the first time. He'd been too shocked to stop her, but he didn't make the same mistake this time. After the bad guy had been dealt with, he talked with her, worked out a time they could have a more in-depth discussion in private. They met at her old apartment later that night.

Peter had arrived first. He was anxious, pacing, unable to believe this could finally be the end. No more questions. No more wondering. No more "what if"s. Just the truth and a weight off his shoulders, and hopefully the start of a friendship, now that he was a taken man and couldn't be with her.

They both agreed the first thing on the to-do list was to tell each other who they were. His villain—his hero?—proposed they do it together, on the count of three. "Ready?" she asked, hand over her mask. Peter nodded. "One… two…"

Her phone rang.

Ben. That fucking detective that had done nothing but get in his way since she'd come back.

She was getting paged.

Both of them froze.

"Shit, Webs, I'm so sorry," she groaned, "I gotta go. Will you wait for me?" Peter sighed, but he knew there wasn't anything he could do about it.

"I'll be here," he nodded, plopping down on the floor. "It's not like you'll be gone another five years, right?"

"No, but that smart mouth of yours better be gone when I get back," she laughed, "or I'm backtracking on letting you know who I am."

Peter decided he wouldn't give her a choice, watching her leave and taking his mask off once she was out of sight.

He'd already waited seven years to show her who he was.

He wouldn't wait any longer.

Epilogue (post-The Great Reveal)

After the long-awaited identity reveal, they stayed in Peia's old apartment for hours, just chatting.

"I can't believe it was you this whole time!" Peia said, shaking her head. "Do you know how stupid I feel? I was so tormented over you and Spider-Man, trying to figure out why you both felt like soulmates… I can't believe I never thought you were the same fucking person!" She laughed, but he could tell she was frustrated over it, that she'd agonized over a dilemma that was never supposed to be a dilemma.

"Uh, do you know how stupid I am?" he corrected. "I thought about it. You two're enough alike that I thought maybe you were the same person, but I pushed the thought down because surely, my girlfriend would tell me if she was an alien, right?" He let out a long sigh. "Ned's gonna lose his mind when I tell him."

"Am I terrible for wanting to make him guess?" she asked, biting her lips. Peter laughed riotously.

"Oh, maybe you are evil!" he grinned. "No wonder I love you."

"Well, I love you for making me feel less dumb," she smiled, kissing his cheek. "I still can't believe you forgot I'm not human." Peter's face reddened.

"You said that as 'Ven!" he defended.

"Seven years ago!" Peia laughed. "I know for a fact I told you my people were from a different planet the first time you came into my apartment."

"It took me a minute to… remember you were the same person," he mumbled. "My brain may have short circuited a little."

"Mmm, when does it not?" she teased, leaning in to kiss him. "See? There it goes again." Peter rolled his eyes.

"How about you stop using your mouth for evil and kiss me again?"

"Always."

a/n: THE LAST ONE!!! i cant believe what a crazy journey this has been. 165 fics?? in a MONTH??? i am so fucking proud of myself and i hope this has been as fun for yall as it has been for me 💚💚 another huge HUGE thank you to everyone whos read and interacted with these scribbles, and to society and soel for putting together a phenomenal prompts list!

Things with Bucky had been an accident.

He was the last thing Adelaide ever would have expected. The whole thing started after a few too many drinks at one of Tony's parties, and ended different than anything she'd foreseen. She let him fall in love with her, and wasn't too far behind him in falling in love, herself. They had an accidental pregnancy Adelaide almost ended, and now, here she was, watching her boyfriend soothe their baby girl back to sleep.

She'd gotten up to take care of Stevie, too tired to realize Bucky was no longer in bed beside her. It was too precious to interrupt when she saw him holding her, rocking back and forth on his feet, talking to her sweetly. "Shh-shh-shh, darlin', hush," he whispered, bouncing her in his arms. "Daddy's here. I'm gonna take care of you."

He let Stevie grab a tiny fistful of his long hair, her other hand wrapped around one of his fingers, sang an old lullaby to her from the 40s. All Adelaide could do was admire from the doorway, oddly sad it was over when Stevie finally fell back to sleep.

"Hey," Bucky greeted once the door was shut. "I thought I told you I'd get the next one? What're you doin' up?"

"Force of habit. I kinda forgot that you offered, and when I saw you with her… it was just too sweet to go back to bed." A wicked grin broke out on Bucky's face.

"Yeah?" he asked, arms snaking around her waist. "You wanna go make another one?" Adelaide laughed, covering her mouth with her hand to hopefully avoid waking the baby.

"Are you kidding me?! While we're still not sleeping at night?"

"I'm not hearing a no," he teased.

Unfortunately, their happiness couldn't last forever.

Spenser had something she wanted to tell her boyfriend.

Lassiter was convinced his girlfriend was about to break up with him.

The end result? A complete communication breakdown.

Every time Spenser opened her mouth to say something, Lassiter panicked and talked over her. It was getting to be a little ridiculous, frankly, especially when they were trying to work on a case together and he wouldn't let her get any ideas out to the group. Shawn was getting tired of whatever was going on, so he found an excuse to drag Jules and Gus on a side quest after shooting a look to his sister to tell him to sort her shit.

Opting for a bit of privacy, Spenser dragged Lassiter into an interrogation room to have a serious talk and not give him the option of avoiding it. "I have been trying to tell you something all day," she sighed once the door was shut.

"I know, and I think I know what it is, and that's why I'm trying t—"

She cut him off by pressing a gloved hand against his lips, muffling the rest of his sentence. "You keep doing that, and I really don't appreciate it," she said, not moving her hand. "I have been trying to tell you that I love you."

She moved her hand, but Lassiter stood there in silence for a moment, processing. "You… You do?" he finally asked, earning a laugh from his girlfriend.

"Most people say it back, you know," she sassed, shaking her head. "I guess I should know by now that you're not 'most people'."

"Wow. You love me and you're calling me special."

"Yeah, special in the autism way, Lass," Spenser frowned, arms crossed. That seemed to jog his mind and he inhaled sharply.

"Shit, Spense, I didn't mean-… Of course I love you, too," he said softly, taking her hands. "I'm just processing. I thought you were trying to break up with me."

"What?! No, corazón, why would I want to break up with you? You make me happy!"

"…You know this is gonna drive your brother up the wall, right?"

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

"God, I love you."

"Aren't you glad you let me tell you, then?"

"Not as glad as I am that you love me."

Nothing could break his smile after that news.

Because of the demon blood, Sam had about the only (human) noggin on the planet that remained a mystery to Chelsea. She'd learned how to read him, though, something he apparently wasn't betting on when they were workshopping plan b's for their current hunt.

"Absolutely not!" Chelsea protested with a gasp. "I know what yeh're thinkin', and we are not that desperate!"

"…I thought you couldn't read my mind?" Sam pondered.

"No, but I can read your face, and I won't allow you to even suggest tha' idea to Dean."

Of course, at the notion of forbidden knowledge, Dean perked right up. "Spill. Right now," he commanded, and Sam only offered his girlfriend a sarcastic frown before divulging his plan.

"So help me, God, this is the last time I hunt with a Winchester," she grumbled, shaking her head.

Where most roller coasters required riders to be above a certain height, the haunted coaster their current case revolved around was in the kid section of the theme park, meaning people of Sam and Dean's stature couldn't fit—not just awkwardly, but at all. Evidently, some coasters had a maximum height threshold, too.

Luckily for them, Chelsea was all of 4'10" tall, able to slot in perfectly with the 60-inch height maximum.

"No! I am a fucking adult; find a way to break the ride, or something, but I am not riding a haunted roller coaster alone with a bunch of children!"

"Why not? We can bring Eunice; it'll be great auntie-niece bonding time!" Sam smirked. Dean stifled a laugh in the lapel of his jacket.

"I hate you. I hope we body swap at some point—"

"So you can finally touch a dick?" Dean offered.

"So he knows what it's like to not be able to reach the top shelf!"

One unexpected bonus of moving to the same city as her other brother was that, unlike Shawn, Eddie actually spoke Spanish. It came in handy, especially for privacy, given that she was pretty sure they were (somehow) the only people fluent in the language at the station.

"Okay, run that by me one more time?" Eddie asked, giving his sister an odd look. Part of him wondered if he should start assessing her mental state because of what she was saying.

"I think that Buck might have feelings for me, and if they're real, well, I don't wanna know!" she said simply, as if that made total sense outside her own brain. "He's great, and I really like him; he's handsome, he's funny, he's sweet, he'd be great dad material, but if I'm right and my feelings are reciprocated… God, I just don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship again, especially with a first responder! You know what happened last time."

"You know Buck's right there, right?" he asked, pointing a few feet away where Buck was rolling a hose up.

"So what? Last I checked, the only ones who speak Spanish are us." Eddie bit the inside of his cheek, unsure of what to say.

"Hey, uh, Spense?" Buck offered after putting away the last hose. "I spent three years all over Central and South America, picking up odd jobs… and the local dialects. I haven't missed a single word you've said in either language."

Spenser's eyes swiveled back to Eddie, immediately grabbing the first detachable object nearby to hit Eddie with—repeatedly. "¡Hijo de la verga!" she started, followed by a whole host of curses Buck hadn't come across before.

"Wow. Can't say I've heard that one before… 11 countries, and I'm still learning new phrases!"

a/n: spanish speaking buck, you are so dear to me,,,, and i esp love the idea of spanish speaking buck who knows several different dialects somewhat fluently. like he took spanish in high school then fucked around in central/south america and can flawlessly swap between accents and slang terms and all that jazz. bonus points for buck speaking faster than a fucking puerto rican just bc it would give eddie and spenser a headache

It started off as a tactical decision.

Solestia was hiding from her best friend. Angela was ruthless when it came to getting the information she wanted, and Sol had sworn to keep something a secret for Tim, which was proving to be incredibly difficult. She panicked when she saw Angela coming down the hallway she was in, doing her best to think fast and find any way to keep herself from being seen. She'd avoided Angela for this long, so far; surely, she could manage another hour before it was time to clock out, right?

So, using the resources she had at hand and thinking fast to find the easiest way out, she'd grabbed Wesley while he was walking the other direction and pulled him, hard, into a kiss tactically designed to be as repelling to everyone else's eyes as possible—which meant hot and heavy and hungry.

Wesley had realized he had feelings for her months ago.

Wesley had been dreaming about kissing her like this for weeks.

Wesley had flown so far beyond cloud nine by the time Solestia finally pulled away, both of them out of breath.

All he could do was stare for a moment. He was so in love with her that it was painful, but he tried his best not to let that show in case this wasn't going where he hoped it would. "What… What in the world was that all about?" he asked, chest heaving, a dorky smile on his lips. Solestia, on the other hand, looked guilt-ridden and embarrassed.

"Cover. I needed to hide from Angela, and PDA makes people uncomfortable, so they look away," she explained, as though she hadn't just completely rocked his world. He was surprised the sound of his heart shattering wasn't audible. For a second, all he could do was stand there in shock with his mouth slightly open, nodding like an idiot.

"Right," he nodded, biting his cheek. "Right, that makes… total sense."

"I'm so sorry, Wesley," she said, earnest in a way that broke his heart a second time. As if she would ever have to apologize for kissing him… if only she knew. "I didn't mean to put you off, I just needed something quick, and I panicked, and you were… convenient."

"Yeah, it's-it's fine," he assured, waving his hand dismissively. "No hard feelings, I get it."

Except there were hard feelings.

Specifically, hard feelings in his pants.

He needed to leave before she noticed said hard feelings.

He was quick to excuse himself, leaving Solestia to deal with the feelings a single kiss had brought up unexpectedly. It was just supposed to be cover… so why did it feel like fireworks and make her head spin and give her a stomach full of butterflies? A hand subconsciously flew up to her lips, pressing against them like it would bring the feeling of him back, her breath still not fully recovered from what she'd done.

"Did I just see what I think I saw?" Tim asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up to his like a deer in the headlights, confirming his suspicions that it had been far more than a kiss.

"Shut up," she spat, face flushing bright red.

It started out with just a kiss, so how had it ended like this?

"it was a tactical decision" "you were convenient" phrases tim and angela will mock sol with forever bc that "convenient, tactical choice" ended in marriage and kids

110% one of their kids asks auntie angela or uncle tim how mommy and daddy met and they just go "iT wAs A tAcTiCaL dEciSiON"

After Shawn told her the news, Spenser's ears started to ring.

Now, she understood why he hated that she was dating Lassiter so much.

It wasn't just about them being enemies.

Shawn was trying to protect her.

Lassiter had a record. The first time they'd met, Shawn had deduced that he was having an affair with his partner, the end result of which had been her getting transferred to a different station and Juliet taking her place as his new partner instead.

Spenser had a record. Her first husband had decided it was too hard to live in a touchless marriage, and he'd cheated on Spenser for years while she was going through hell on deployment with the Army.

He was just being a good brother. Maybe it came easier because he didn't like Lassiter, but that had never been his primary reason for pooh-poohing their relationship.

This couldn't be happening. Not again.

Her head started to spin. Her chest constricted. Her knees gave out and she was just glad there was a chair to fall back into. "Is he-" she asked breathlessly, looking up at her brother with tears clouding her eyes.

"No. Not right now, not since he's been with you," Shawn confirmed, relieving at least some of her anxiety. He wished it could've been more. "I needed you to know, though, regardless of however he'll defend it when you talk to him about it. It was still an affair. He was still married. And you still needed to know. I'm just sorry it had to be this late into the relationship."

Sam had been going insane over the past month or so, trying to get his brother and his friend back together. Dean had found out Alice—the love of his life—was a vampire, and he'd refused to see her again with the promise of ganking her if she tried talking to him or Sam again. Sam could see how much it hurt both of them. Hell, it hurt him, too, and he wasn't even the one dating her!

He showed up on Alice's doorstep one morning while she was prepping to open the bakery, picked the lock when she saw him but refused to open the door for him. It probably wasn't the smartest idea, seeing as he now knew she was stronger and faster than him and he'd come in unarmed, but he wanted her to know he wasn't there to hurt her. He didn't care what she was; Dean's bigotry was one thing that certainly hadn't rubbed off on him.

"What do you want?" she asked, not looking up from the donuts she was icing.

"I want you to talk to Dean." It was a simple request, but one they both knew she couldn't do much about. No, for that, Dean would have to actually listen.

"We both know that one's not up to me, Sam," she frowned. "Try again."

"He's being an idiot, Al. It's not right."

"But it's just the price I pay," she argued. "I knew he was a hunter the first time he walked in that door, and I got close to him anyway. I didn't tell him what I was. I'm lucky he didn't kill me. I'm a monster, and he hunts monsters. It's simple math. I knew better than to think I could change that." Alice couldn't look up from her work, knowing it would be too hard to keep her composure if she saw Sam and his hurt puppy eyes.

Seeing how heartbroken she was, watching her blame it on herself, part of Sam honestly wanted to kill his brother.

"You're not a monster," he insisted, grabbing her hands to stop her from working so she would look at him. "Please, help me talk to him. I'll mediate, but I need your help to make him take his head out of his ass, and I need both of you at the table if we're gonna fix this. I hate seeing you hurt. You and Dean."

Heavy silence hung in the air while she stared at him for a moment. Finally, she broke away from his hold, reaching under the glass counter to grab his favorite, a cheese danish, bag it, and slide the bag toward him. "Get out of here, Sam," she said sternly. "I don't want Dean seeing you around here and thinking I did something to you for… revenge, or whatever he thinks I would do since I'm apparently evil now, and I won't get in the way of your relationship. You two need each other. More than I do. I'll be fine on my own." After all, it wasn't like this was the first time Dean had left her on her own, wasn't it?

He couldn't change her mind, and she'd made that clear, regardless of how much it hurt her. He'd have to work on Dean first, and he was terrified that wouldn't be enough. "…give Harper a hug for me, okay?" he asked sadly, walking toward the door. "Tell him it's from Dean." Alice's eyes welled with tears and her voice cracked when she spoke.

"Go on. If you come back, I'll get you trespassed. You know that the sheriff lives next door, and I've got his cell number." Sam looked as heartbroken as she sounded.

"I'll see you around, Coop," he mumbled, making his way back to his car. As soon as he was out of the bakery, Alice relocked the door, turned her back against the wall, and slid down it, using the back of her hand to muffle the sobs that left. She didn't want to wake Harper if he heard her crying. This was hard enough on him, already, having lost the closest thing he'd ever had to a father.

a/n: ok but why do i feel like sam and harper have been texting each other the entire time and plotting to stage an intervention to get alice and dean back together? like harper hears alice crying and immediately texts sam "dude i thought you said this was gonna work, did you hit her with the puppy eyes? i thought the puppy eyes were her weakness!" (its mine theyre definitely MY weakness)

Loki was surprised how jealous he got when Mel went to visit family.

He was new to this whole "relationship" thing. He knew that Mel had other partners. He was okay with that. He'd even met some of them before, and he liked them! So why the hell was he jealous?

According to what he read in his research, it was a normal feeling. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the visions going through his head of her throughout the day.

Morning. Cooking in a bustling kitchen full of her lovers and kids, Wanda flipping pancakes, Mason giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Afternoon. Running training drills with the family, pinning Quill against the wall when they sparred, holding Gamora to correct her form as Mel taught them martial arts from her home planet.

Evening. Foggy and Karen coming home, unwinding after dinner with a cup of tea and a cuddle pile while Foggy rubbed her feet and Karen braided her hair.

Night. A whole day, and Loki hadn't been part of it at all. Did she even think of him at all? Did she miss him, when she had other partners to fill her every need?

He could see in his mind's eye so clearly how things would end, and his stomach churned. He spun and spun on it until it was entirely unbearable, and he found himself starting a video call with her before his brain could catch up with his hands.

She answered before the first ring.

"Hey, baby!" she smiled. Gamora and Quill waved from beside her in bed. "I'm so glad you called; I was gonna go to bed after this last chapter, and I was worried I wouldn't get to hear your voice. How are you? I miss you."

I miss you.

His worry evaporated.

Buck couldn't bear to look at Spenser, and it was starting to kill him.

Eddie had made his feelings on Buck's feelings for Spenser pretty clear: he didn't want the two of them getting wrapped up in each other, and Buck wanted to respect that. Eddie was his best-friend-turned-boyfriend-turned-best-friend, and he wanted to respect his wishes. Unfortunately, every time he looked at Spenser, he was tempted to break that promise.

Eddie's feelings made it harder for Buck to look at Spenser, and not looking at Spenser just made her that much more beautiful when she did catch his eye.

Man, she was gorgeous.

Fucking Diaz siblings and their unparalleled hotness.

She was going to be the death of him.

It was funny, how avoiding eye contact with someone made you realize just how much you looked at that person. Spenser was his friend, and it's not like Buck would avoid all contact with her because of his feelings.

Had they always talked this much, or was she singling him out because she knew he wasn't looking at her?

It reached a peak one day when Spenser decided to call him out for it. She got him alone, chatting in one of the dorms and cornering him about his avoiding eye contact. "I know what you're doing," she informed him, "and I want it to stop." His brows furrowed at that, eyes finally coming up to meet hers.

"What about Eddie?" he asked. He'd only gotten into the whole situation because he was trying to respect the man.

"Fuck Eddie!" Spenser scoffed.

"No, we don't do that anymore," Buck mumbled. Spenser's face wrinkled in distaste.

"I didn't need to hear that." Buck winced.

"Sorry. I get kinda stupid around you. I don't know why I said that." Spenser let out a laugh, his favorite noise, and he couldn't help but smile with her.

"No, stupid is letting him intimidate and bully you," she corrected, holding his face. "I want you. Don't you want me, too?"

Spenser could barely hold in another laugh at the near-pornographic moan that left Buck's lips, despite her barely even touching him. "God, yes," he breathed, hands finding her waist and gripping for purchase like he was afraid she would float away without his anchor. "You have no idea."

"Then how about you show me?" she smiled. "Dinner, Saturday at 7?"

He'd been just about to answer when someone shook him awake from his dream. Spenser had heard his moan from one of the other bunks while they were both trying to catch a bit of shut-eye, and she'd come to check on him. "Buck? You okay?" she asked quietly, caramel eyes swimming with concern.

She had no idea she was killing him with every glance she sent his way.

It was an accident.

Aaron liked to party, perhaps a little too hard.

He'd gotten drunk. It lowered his inhibitions, made him do things sober Aaron never would've done.

In this case, it made him finally kiss the paramedic he'd been crushing on for a while, now.

The male paramedic he'd been crushing on.

The worst part of it all?

Benjerman had kissed him back.

Aaron couldn't be queer. Not that there was anything wrong with gay people, but he couldn't be one. Prison taught him that. He already had enough problems, enough things for people to single him out for, that he couldn't afford to have another.

He could barely look Benjerman in the eye when they ended up at a scene together the next Monday. He wanted nothing more than to leave, but he couldn't find a good excuse to avoid it when Benjerman asked to talk before they parted ways. It was only a kiss, Aaron reminded himself. It didn't mean anything. That was his mantra.

Benjerman was straightforward. He could tell something was bothering Aaron, and he wanted to make sure that it wasn't him. "Aaron, if you're acting weird because of what happened… don't," he smiled. "I like you, too. I'd love to do it again, sometime, maybe after taking you out to dinner?"

The pressure was getting to Aaron, leading to him nearly shouting out what had become a mantra in his mind: "It was only a kiss!" he said harshly, chest tightening. This was on his body cam, now. What if everyone saw it? Heard what he'd done? Learned what he was? "I… I gotta go," he mumbled, pushing Benjerman's chest lightly as he walked away.

He barely heard Benjerman sadly utter "But it was a good kiss…" as he left the scene.

Things with Matt were starting to move from 'friends with benefits' or 'a several-night stand' into actual relationship territory.

And it scared the living hell out of Malcolm.

He'd grown up isolated, spent so much of his life alone. Some part of him was convinced he didn't know how to have a relationship, not a normal one, not a meaningful one, not outside his mom and his sisters. Even his (sole) friendship was plagued with ups and downs to the point that he wasn't really sure why Mason had stayed by his side for so long.

He thought his heart was closed-off. He was cold, calculating, a criminal, a killer, even if it was justified. Matt was nothing like him. Matt deserved better. Matt didn't know about a lot of things Malcolm hid from him.

What if he wasn't good enough for Matt?

It wasn't a question he'd ever expected to ask. He'd never found someone that made him hope he wasn't wholly dead inside, never met someone he hoped could break through his shells and walls to love him. Matt wasn't even his yet, not really, but he was terrified to lose him.

He'd been spiraling about it for a while, now. Should he let Matt in? Was it wise to let someone like him break down his defenses? Would he be a disappointment? What if Matt didn't like what he found? Where was he supposed to go from here?

Fortunately, he didn't have to think on it for long. His phone pinged. It was Matt.

"Hey. I might be reading into this wrong, but do you wanna go out on a date?"

He had a choice: warm and fuzzy, or cold and dead.

God, was he ready for some heat.

"sure matty. that sounds nice"

Finding out the truth about symbiotes had done a number on Eddie's head.

Because Venom could heal virtually any and all of his wounds, Eddie would live far longer than most humans did. Unfortunately, it would mean outliving people he loved. It was a dilemma he didn't know how to handle. Venom was his boyfriend, but was that enough if they had to live through losing everyone else? Should he separate himself from Venom, or was it better to let it play out however nature intended?

Already having had a decade to wrap her mind around the idea, Juriana didn't much care about it. She was working on finding ways to keep people alive for longer, anyway; that was her entire business, seeing as she ran the only good pharmaceutical company on the planet. That was how she'd gotten her own symbiote in the first place, actually.

Frankly, she was sick of having the same conversation with Eddie while he tried to process the information. He couldn't make up his mind, and the indecision was driving her up the wall. She stopped him mid-anxious-ramble, wanting him to deal with this for once and for all instead of going around in circles.

"Scared to live, scared to die, scared to make a move, scared to get left behind, so what the fuck do you want?" she snapped. "What do you actually want out of life? Just build off of that!" Eddie was a little taken aback by the outburst, silent for a moment before he found his answer.

"You. I want you." He'd wanted to say it for a long time, but hadn't found the bravery until now.

"Good. It's about fucking time you said that," she huffed, pulling him down by the shirt and crashing her lips onto his.