#Jeannie bottle

[holylulusworld]

Jeannie in a bottle (1)

Summary: Jackpot. Dean found a genie bottle.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x genie!Reader

Warnings: magic, mentions of entrapment, genie!reader, mentions of stalking (very implied)

Jeannie in a bottle masterlist

“Don’t rub the bottle,” the owner of the antique shop warns. “It’s a dangerous object! Stop!”

Sam looks up from the book just in time as his brother is about to rub the Arabian-styled genie bottle he found on one of the dusty shelves.

“Look at this Sammy,” the hunter grins. “They sell genie bottles here. Do you think I’ll get a pretty little Jeannie just for myself when I rub it?”

“DON’T!!!” the owner screams at Dean. The hunter almost drops the bottle. He catches it mid-fall and presses it to his chest.

“Dude! It almost broke because of you,” Dean grunts. He carefully lifts the bottle to his face, humming as he reads the encryption. “Love me to find heaven. Forsake me to find hell. Nice.”

“Nice?” Sam rolls his eyes. “Dean just put it back. We don’t need decoration but these.” He points at the pile of books he placed on the counter. 

“I want this,” his brother insists. “It’s…shiny…” 

Sam frowns as his brother’s eyes look glassy. “Dean. Put the bottle back. I don’t think it’s decoration.”

“He needs to put it away, Sir. Please,” the owner freaks out. He runs toward Dean, almost tackling the hunter. Dean moves out of the way, huffing as the man trips over his feet.

“I want it. How much?” Dean gets his wallet out. “I think it belongs to me. I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

“It’s irreplaceable,” the man cries. “Please give it back!”

“Dean. He’s going to lose his mind if you don’t give it back.”

“Yeah. Not going to happen.”

Dean looks at the golden bottle, as he carefully runs his hand over it. “Dean!”

“Shiny, and beautiful. All mine,” Dean purrs as the bottle begins to glow. “Look, Sammy. So pretty…”

“DEAN!!!!”

Sam drops the book in his hands to run toward his brother. 

It’s too late. 

The bottle drops to the ground. It bursts open and pink smoke covers his brother seconds later. “DEAN!”

“Sammy, I—oh hello there,” Dean purrs. “I got myself a genie, Sammy! A genie!”

Sam can’t see anything but the smoke enveloping his brother. He calls for Dean and tries to cut through the smoke with the demon killing knife. “DEAN!”

“I won’t harm him,” a soft voice whispers in Sam’s ear. “I wasn’t out of the bottle for so long. I need time to put myself back together.”

“What? I-“ Sam watches the smoke form a figure. His eyes grow wide, as the smoke turns into a woman. “How?”

“I told you I got myself a genie,” Dean lies on the ground, grinning dopily. He watches you run your hands over your body and licks his lips. “Isn’t she wonderful?”

You crouch down to pat Dean’s cheek. “It will fade soon, Dean. Sorry for this. The smoke turns the one rubbing the bottle into a love-sick puppy.”

“You don’t look like a genie,” Sam clears his throat. He looks you up and down, drinking your appearance in. “I mean…you’re wearing jeans and a tee.”

“I’m not a genie, you genius,” you sass back. “I’m a huntress…or was.” You sigh deeply as you look down at your body. “What year do we have?”

“Okay, don’t panic but it’s 2022,” Sam says.

“Fuck! I was in that bottle for ten fucking years?” you exclaim loudly and put your hands on your hips. “YOU FUCKING FREAK!”

You storm toward the owner of the antique shop. He crawls away, mumbling another spell under his breath. “Stop that!”

Dean suddenly stands right next to you. He aims a gun at the man’s head, unlocking it. “I said, stop. I got witch-killing bullets in my gun. If you don’t stop. You will die!”

“Well go ahead,” the man grins. “But then my genie will go back and live in the bottle for eternity. She’s only mine…only mine.”

“Shoot him,” you grunt. “I don’t care if I go back in there. He stalked me for a year, and right when I got hold of him, he used a spell and entrapped me.”

“Sonofabitch! Sammy. We need the handcuffs,” Dean smirks darkly. “We will take that bastard with us and put him in the dungeon.”

“I said, kill him,” you grunt.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to follow my orders and fulfill all of my wishes?” Dean cocks his head to glance at you. 

“I’m not that kind of genie,” you retort. “He banned me inside the bottle because I refused to become his girlfriend. That sick bastard is a little creep.”

“No magical powers then?” Dean sighs deeply. “There I was, believing I found my private genie.”

“Fine. I will grant you three wishes, Dean,” you snap your fingers to change clothing. You’re wearing the costume from I Dream of Jeannie, smirking at the hunter. “Better?”

“Much better,” he purrs while drinking your new outfit in.

“So…what do you want, Dean? But remember, you only go three wishes. And don’t come up with the crap that you wish for more wishes...”

>> Part 2

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n #Jeannie in a bottle (1) #dean x reader

[cerealkiller740]

1964 Jim Beam Bourbon Whiskey advertisement showing what was used as the bottle home for the I dream of Jeannie sitcom

#1964 #60s #1960s #jim beam #bourbon #whiskey #i dream of jeannie #cerealkiller #vintage food #food #vintage advertising #vintage magazine #kitchen #magazine #bottle

[bonerdonorxxx44]

#i dream of jeannie #genie in a bottle #genie

[thelightningstreak]

If I had a nickel for every time I ended up enjoying a show named after its powerful protagonist that can be defeated by a cylindrical container, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. 

#Danny Phantom #I Dream of Jeannie #in these dire times I've been rewatching 1960s television #used to love this show growing up #and then I realized watching Jeannie get sucked up into the bottle #oh hey that happened to Danny Phantom too #my other fav show growing up #I guess I just appreciate powerful beings who can get nerfed by enclosed spaces lol

[aiiaiiiyo]

#The Lady in the Bottle #first episode '' I dream of Jeannie 1965'' #Wulf150 #oldschool

[aut2imagineart]

With the release of the Barbie movie I figured it would be a good time to draw Barbie as a genie. Since I could decide on a single look I ended up giving her four different outfits with the same pose (to save time). The top left if based on her computer game Barbie: Magic Genie Adventure. The bottom left is based on the classic I Dream of Jeannie outfit (Barbra Eden would have been the perfect live action Barbie back then IMO). The top fight is slightly inspired by Jenni from the match 3 game Genies n Gems though I made some more creative differences with that one. Finally, the bottom right is inspired by a vintage genie art piece I came across while searching for inspiration.

Barbie belongs to Mattel.

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.

#barbie #genie #genie girl #djinni #djinn #jinn #jinni #genie bottle #i dream of jeannie #mattel #fashion #fan art #not my character #my art #digiital art #digital color #digital illustration #fez #turban #pony tail #variations

[showamagicalgirls]

I recently found out that the US sitcom I Dream of Jeannie, which was rebroadcast in Japan as Cute Witch Genie (かわいい魔女ジニー) and had a influence on the magical girl genre, was inspired by a 1964 US film called The Brass Bottle. This flick also featured Barbara Eden who would go on to star in Jeannie, but, in this version, she plays a mortal woman. Obviously I had to watch it immediately and the following is my review:

I decided to watch this knowing that it was an inspiration for I Dream of Jeannie, but I did not realize that Barbara Eden was actually in it. That was a very fun surprise, particularly to see her so young after watching the Jeannie made-for-TV sequel films and thus getting to see her across such a range of ages. As a movie, itself, I definitely enjoyed it. It didn't take itself too seriously and I enjoyed the way they played the fantasy elements. I can totally see how it inspired a lighthearted TV comedy like Jeannie. I guess my two criticisms are, simply, the pacing of the plot and the obvious but totally necessary-to-mention orientalism. Speaking of which, there is apparently a Tamil remake of this film. The idea of seeing the '60s orientalized US vision of Middle East-North African tropes filtered through an additional cultural point-of-view certainly interests me.I'm glad for the leap to television, they figured out that the genie ought to be a woman.

#かわいい魔女ジニー #Cute Witch Genie #The Brass Bottle #The Brass Bottle (1964) #orientalism #race #MENA #majokko adjacent #i dream of jeannie

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

More than a bottle’s worth of vintage genies.

#genie bottle #bottle #i dream of jeannie #giant bottle #vintage illustration

[sarahtorribio-blog]

Random musing: Bottled up

Random musing: Bottled up

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#&039;80s #bottle #I dream of Jeannie #random musing

[holylulusworld]

Jeannie in a bottle - Epilogue

Summary: The deal is broken. You are finally free.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Huntress!Reader

Warnings: former genie!reader, kinda social anxiety/anxiety/slight panic attack, caring Dean, mentions of aunt flo

Jeannie in a bottle masterlist

<< Part 4

The deal is broken. You are finally free. What now?

You’re not used to living your own life. Trapped in the bottle you could do nothing but wish for someone to find the bottle to free you.

“What are you up to?” Dean brings you out of your daydreams. You were standing in the garage for the better of half an hour, debating whether to go for a ride in a car or explore the bunker some more. 

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly. “I need clothes and toiletries.” You cringe. “Uh-you know…hygiene products for ladies.”

Dean chuckles nervously. He drops his eyes to your crotch and hums. “You got a visit from aunt flo?” 

“Figures. I get out of that bottle only to end up having my first period in ten years.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Do you want me to go to town and get you some tampons or pads?” Dean grins when you look at him, surprised. “What? Can a man not buy ladies' toiletries? I’m a tough guy and brave enough to buy tampons.”

“You’re cute and cocky.” Dean’s grin widens at your words. “Would you drive me to town? I’m not sure I can still handle a car, or anything else. Everything feels surreal. Like a dream.”

“If this a dream, I hope we never wake.” Dean slings one arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you some new clothes and toiletries. You look good in my clothes, but I think you deserve to go on a shopping spree.”

“Dean, I don’t have any money. I can’t go on a shopping spree.”

“Aw, sweetheart. Let me buy you all the things you will need,” he whispers in your ear. “You can pay me back in kind.”

This time, you chuckle. Dean is definitely a cocky guy. “We will see, Dean. Maybe I can give you a back scrub or watch your car.”

“Breathe, Y/N,” Dean softly says as you try to control your breathing. Being inside the bunker with Sam and Dean was no problem. But the moment you stepped inside the grocery store, your legs started to wobble. 

“I can’t…so many people,” you hate the panic in your voice. You never were so scared before. “Dean…please.”

“I’ll bring you back to the car. You just stay inside the Impala, and I’ll get you everything you need. Okay?” He worriedly looks down at you. “Y/N?”

“Okay.” You exhale sharply. “I-I got a list. Can you get the things for me?” You are close to tears, and you feel ashamed that Dean sees you like that. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey…it’s alright. We will go back to the car, and everything is going to be alright. It’s a bit too much, I get it. We should’ve taken things slow. You were stuck in that bottle for ten years.”

You choke out a sob when Dean wraps his arms around you. “Thank you.”

“Sometimes the world gets too much for everything. That’s no reason to be ashamed of.” He guides you back out of the grocery store. 

You take deep breaths, hoping to even your breathing and calm your nerves. “Can you…can you buy me some pie too? I’d die for a slice of good pie.”

“Sweetheart. I didn’t think I could like you more. But I do. I love me some pie too.”

“What?” Dean grunts as the clerk at the grocery store looks at the tampons and pads the hunter wants to buy. 

“Nothing.” The boy grins, glancing at the tampons again. “Do you need chocolate too?”

Dean shrugs. “I already got all I need. Including chocolate for the sexy woman waiting for me in my car. And yes, she’s on her period and I buy her the products she needs to feel better. Do we have a problem here?”

Dean glares at the young man, huffing now and then as the cashier hurriedly charges for the products.

“I got you everything you’ll need,” Dean proudly places three bags filled with all the things on your list on your bed. “I got you a pair of jeans, shirts, socks, and so on too. Nothing special but it will do for the time being. If you want to, you can order clothes online.”

You watch Dean unpack the bags. He smirks as you snatch the tampons out of his hands. “Please excuse me. I need to…”

“I got you pie too.” He calls after you. “I’ll make you some soul food tonight.”

“Awesome,” you poke your head back inside the room, grinning. “Can we watch nonsense on TV and eat junk food?”

“Sure, sweetheart!” Dean exclaims.

Smiling you look at Dean. “I think I like this new life.”

“Of course, you like it. I’m in your life now…”

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #Jeannie in a bottle - Epilogue #spn

[retrotvblr]

I Dream of Jeannie The Lady in the Bottle | 1.01

#I Dream of Jeannie #ideamofjeannieedit #tvedit #classictvedit #retrotvedit #userteri #usertennant #underbetelgeuse #userjake #usersugar #userveronika #miatendos #ours #by diana

[bonerdonorxxx44]

I Dream Of Jeannie

#i dream of jeannie #genie in a bottle #genie

[minny5ca2018]

LADY IN THE BOTTLE

Another take on if things had gone differently...

Lady In The Bottle

I Dream of Jeannie

^^^

Tony heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Melissa and the General walk out the door. He closed it firmly and leaned his tall six foot frame against the closed door. Oh my God. What have I got myself into? If the General and Melissa found out? His name was mud. He was done for. He turned back, exasperated, to the giggling sounds coming from the bottle. Suddenly he saw smoke coming from it as Jeannie reappeared in his living room. She was on the floor in a crouched position, laughing hysterically.

He grabbed her with one arm and pulled her to her feet. “Now look you --" he began only to be stopped cold as she wrapped her arms firmly around his neck and started kissing him full on the mouth. He groaned, meaning to push her away but found himself responding to her kiss as she put her tongue in his mouth. He felt the sudden heat of desire as he felt the warm softness of her harem costume clad body pressing against his. With a determined grunt, he gently set her from him while trying in vain to settle the way his body was reacting to her. Damn but she was beautiful with her silky blonde hair and big green eyes that could swallow a man whole. “Jeannie,” he muttered softly. “This can’t continue. I have a fiancee. I can’t. I just can’t.”

Jeannie looked up at him and giggled. He was so good looking with his dark blue eyes and dark brown hair. She had loved him from the first moment she had seen him when he released her from her bottle. She shook her head. No matter what he said she was not leaving him. Not ever. He kept thinking that he was happy with the other woman, but she knew instinctively that he was not. She was not good for him. She was manipulative and controlling. Jeannie had an innate ability to read people and she was not a good person. Besides, she did not love Tony. She giggled again and tried to put her arms around him again.

Tony reached out and pulled her arms away from him. He shook his head. “No. Jeannie. I said no. I am going to bed. I want you gone by the time I get up in the morning. Understood?” he told her firmly.

Jeannie nodded and giggled as she watched him go into the bedroom. Shaking her head she morphed into the pink smoke and reemerged in the bedroom. She smiled at the sight of Anthony dressed just in his boxers. She reached out and put her arms around him again. She started to kiss him.

Tony shook his head determined and tried to put her from him. He groaned as his body once again responded to the feel of hers pressed against him. “Now. Stop that. Stop at once.” He ordered her. He moaned with pleasure as she started caressing his already hard member. He looked down at her. She’d blinked herself into a pink sheer nightgown that hid nothing from his gaze. He sighed and held her closer in response and began to kiss her back. Oh God he realized… I am lost with this woman…

Tony woke up sometime later and gazed at the  woman pressed against him in the dark of the night. Naked, only her long blonde hair hid her from his gaze. He’d tried to resist her but she was so beautiful and the feel of her softness when pressed against him. Oh God, he’d been unable to resist. He was starting to have deep feelings for a woman he’d just met, for a woman he hardly knew. This was dangerous. He knew that. He’d have to find a way to resist her and not act on this again. He’d made love to her, but it couldn’t happen again. He groaned and pulled her closer to him. He was in trouble and he knew it.

^^^

Two months later.

Jeannie smiled as she lightly dusted Tony’s living room and backyard patio.  She was happily singing in ancient Persian while cleaning and watering his plants. Garbed in her harem costume, she was content. She had been here for two months now, and she was content and happy.  Two months since that magical night that she had spent in Anthony’s arms. Two months since he had released her from her bottle on the deserted island. Though he had not allowed a repeat of that magical night, she was content and happy. She had been living in her bottle here with her Master. She smiled. He had ended his engagement at least. She sighed and glanced at the clock. He would be home from NASA soon. He still had not told anyone about her being here with him, although she had managed to wreak havoc every now and then. She giggled. She had something to tell him. She wondered how he was going to react to her news. She smiled and lightly patted her belly.

Tony Nelson smiled at Jeannie as he stepped into his living room. He hung his uniform hat and jacket into the closet and loosened his tie. Sighing he gratefully accepted the cocktail she’d made him and eased himself down onto his living room sofa. He reached out a hand and pulled her down to sit beside him. She’d blinked herself into a light yellow summer dress with a fluffy tie at her neck. Her blonde hair was down and flowing gracefully down her back. Damn but she was beautiful. “How was your day?” he asked her. In the two months since she’d been here with him, he’d gotten used to her being here. She’d slowly become a good friend and companion in spite of himself. She was starting to mean something to him and that made her dangerous. If his colleagues ever found out about her and what she was.

Jeannie smiled. “Just the usual things, Master. I cook and clean. I watch that thing you call TV over there. They do some crazy things, Master.” She replied. She began to softly massage his tense shoulders. “You look tired,” she murmured.

Tony sighed with relief as he felt her soft hands ease the tension from his tight neck and shoulders. “I am. The test flight was today, but it didn’t go well. In the end, they had to abort because of a mechanical problem with the plane. Frustrating to have all that hard work in the planning come to naught.” He replied.

She nodded. She pulled him back until his back rested against her. She held him for a moment and sighed. “Yes. I can imagine.” She returned. Though they had never repeated that night, they still had a quiet intimacy between them. She was like his girlfriend but like she was not. It was weird because Jeannie wanted to be with him in all ways like before. Time, she realized. He would come around. He wanted it too. She could feel it. She loved him desperately. And he loved her. She instinctively knew it. She sighed. She had something to tell him.

Tony eased himself away from her and looked downn into her big green eyes. “What?” he asked finally. It alarmed him at how well he could read this girl’s feelings. “What’s wrong?  You have something bothering you.” He gazed at her. “Spill it, woman.”

Jeannie nodded. She swallowed hard. She gazed up into his eyes. She sighed and looked downward again. “I am pregnant, Master. It seems like our one night has, -- I am going to have a baby.” She told him softly.

Tony took a deep breath and sighed. He lifted her chin so she was looking at him. He stared deeply into her big green eyes. Eyes that could swallow a man’s soul. Genie eyes. His genie and now she was pregnant. “You’re sure?”

Jeannie nodded. “Yes. I waited. I had Mama have our physician examine me, “ she began, “I am scared, Anthony.” She confessed, using his given name.

Tony smiled and pulled into his arms and held her against him. He lightly kissed the softness of her hair, enjoying its sweet smell. “Don’t worry. It will be all right. We’re in this together. That night huh?” he whispered.

She nodded happily against him, tightening her arms around him. “Yes. We were both a little wild, if I remember.” She answered, giggling softly.

Tony laughed. “Yes. I was pretty potent. I hadn’t been with a woman in a while.” He confessed. “I tried. I really tried,” he began, “but I couldn’t keep my hands off you. I couldn’t resist you.” He continued.

Jeannie nodded. “I know. I was the same. I wanted you just as badly.” She replied.

Tony nodded and bent down to lightly kiss her soft lips. “I know.”

Jeannie looked at him warily. “So what now?”

Tony merely tightened his hold on her. “You’re pregnant with my child inside you. We deal with it. We become parents. We’re in this together. Together.” He told her. He put out a hand to lightly caress her abdomen. “Together.”

Jeannie smiled. “But what about your friends? Your colleagues?”

He shook his head. “We tell them I have a girlfriend and that she’s pregnant. Nothing else. The other things are none of their business. I am not about to reveal your secrets Jeannie. Besides they wouldn’t believe us anyway.” He assured her.

Jeannie laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck again. She sighed happily. “You are right. Am I your girlfriend, Anthony?” she asked him.

Tony nodded and kissed her again. “That and a whole lot more. And you know it. You’ve been under my skin since that day on the beach.”

Jeannie smiled and felt her eyes dampening. “I know.” She took a deep breath. “I have loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.” She murmured.

Tony felt his own eyes grow moist. “I know.” He pulled her closer and held her tightly against him. He was in trouble. Though not ready to admit it, he loved her every bit as much.

^^^

#i dream of jeannie #lady in the bottle #fanfiction #minny5ca fanfiction #minny5ca2018 fiction #minny5ca blog #minny5ca2018 blog

[what-marsha-eats]

#wine humor #i dream of jeannie #genie in a bottle

[rhera]

I DREAM OF JEANNIE | 1x01 The Lady in the Bottle (first aired on September 18, 1965)

#i dream of jeannie #barbara eden #larry hagman #retrotvblr #mygifs #vintageblr #tvedit #djeanniegifs

[showamagicalgirls]

In my quest to understand the nuances of I Dream of Jeannie and thus its influence on the Japanese magical girl genre, I ended up watching the 1966 Tamil language remake of the 1964 The Brass Bottle, which itself was the basis for the US sitcom. It’s titled Pattanathil Bootham (பட்டணத்தில் பூதம்), which means ‘Monster in the City,’ and my review is below…

After watching the 1964 version of the Brass Bottle, I was excited to realize that it had been remade in Tamil in 1967 as ‘Ghost in the City.’ I’ve long loved Tamil Nadu and have always intended to watch more Tamil cinema, and this gave me a good opportunity, even though I could only find it without subtitles. Luckily, the basic plot was the same. Even though the subtitles would have been helpful for understanding the nuances of things like where the genie came from. I thought I heard the names of places in the Middle East-North Africa region still like Egypt so I think that’s the answer to that one, but I’m not totally sure. The main difference between this and the 1964 version, to me, would seem to be the runtime. This film was almost twice the length of the US version, which gives space for way more characters and even a vehicle chase scene with both boats and helicopters. In fact, the genie doesn’t even appear until a third of the way through the flick, which reveals just how differently paced this entire affair was.

#பட்டணத்தில் பூதம் #Pattanathil Bootham #i dream of jeannie #the brass bottle #brass bottle #film #tamil #india #movie #かわいい魔女ジニー