#Sam: I said and you said and jumped out of a plane

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: just a little behind the scenes of Colby and reader keeping their relationship out of the spotlight. 

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, secret dating, secret texting, secret flirting, hair pulling, biting, scratching, choking, oral (both rec), use of 'good girl', unprotected sex, general filth

Word count: 3.7k | not edited 

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You feel your phone vibrate in your lap, glancing up at Colby and the smirk on his lips tells you exactly who the texts is from. 

You look over at your friend sitting next to you, who's clearly deep in conversation with Sam, before flipping your phone over, you look so sexy in those jeans. They make your ass look so good. 

You chew on the inside of your lip, fighting back a smirk as you type back, They'd look even better on the floor of one of our bedrooms. 

You flip your phone back over and look up, joining in on the conversation as Colby reads your text, "Oh yeah, I've been to Paris this time of year. It's beautiful." 

"Yeah?" Sam raises his brows, "Then I say.. we all buy a plane ticket, I'll book the hotel, and we take a trip to Paris." 

"I'm so down for that." You nod, phone vibrating in your lap. As you go to flip your phone over, your friend next to you leans over, "Is he serious?" 

You lay your phone back down quickly and look at her, "Who? Sam?"

She nods and you laugh, "Oh yes. Sam is very serious when it comes to planning trips. I bet he's already looking at hotels." 

"Ah. Found one." He says leaning over to show Colby. 

"Told ya." You smile and she nudges you with her elbow, "Why don't you go after Sam? You seem to know him pretty well." 

You sigh, "I don't feel that way towards him." You look at her, "You know that." 

She tilts her head, "Yeah, but I feel like you've been single forever, I think Paris would be the perfect time for you to find someone, you know? Get out there." 

You roll your eyes, "I'm content with how my life is. I promise." 

You've been secretly dating Colby for a few months. 

You both are actually surprised that you've managed to keep your relationship secret for this long, almost five months to be exact. 

You both agreed that you liked the privacy aspect of it, also because Colby doesn't want your name being drug through the mud for just being with him. He's saving you from that for as long as he can. 

You both also agreed to not tell your friends just yet, because It keeps things exciting between the two of you. Kinda giving you both an adrenaline rush every time you try and sneak in a kiss or two when you get a few seconds alone. 

The late night drives when it feels like just the two of you, is just absolutely perfection. 

No one bothers you. You can talk for hours on end and just enjoy each other without people intruding in anyway. 

Your friend goes back to talking to the group and you take the chance to see what Colby said. You turn your phone away slightly, smirking at his text, Your roommate won't be home tonight right? So that means I can use the front door .. like a normal person? 

You tap the screen, tilting your head, I don't know, Colby Brock coming through my window is actually kind of hot. 

Your friend looks back over and leans over as you lock your phone quickly before throwing it into your lap. 

"Ohh.. I see." She leans in, "Got some sort of-" she lowers her voice, "-sneaky link going on, do we?" 

You laugh, shaking your head, "No. there's no.. sneaky link.." 

"Mm. Okay." She shakes her head, reaching for her glass, "So there is someone?" 

You take a sip from your glass, eyes moving to a smirking Colby, "No." you set your glass down, looking back over at him, "Just.. trying to get a brand deal. I don't want anyone to know until it's official, you know?" 

She raises her brows, "Y/n. That's great!" She pretends to zip her lips and throws the invisible key, "Your secret is safe with me." 

She smiles and turns to jump in on the conversation. Your eyes meet Colby's and he shakes his head slowly as he stares at you with a small grin. 

You look down at your phone, taking in a quiet, deep breath as your eyes scan over Colby's text, You know what else is hot? 

You glance up at him, then over to the group before responding, Do tell. 

You rest your phone down, reaching up to get a drink as Colby responds back. He stops when Sam looks over, "Do you want to go out with Jake and Johnnie tonight?" 

Colby thinks for a second, searching for a valid excuse, "I have to edit that video, and I-"

"He's going." Sam says into the phone with a nod, to who you assume is Jake on the other end. You look at Colby and he gives you the it'll be fine, look. 

You feel your phone vibrate and you look down, Don't worry babe. It doesn't matter. You're my girl, you get priority. I'm seeing you tonight. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You grow more impatient as time goes on. 

You wanted Colby, and you wanted him now. 

When are you coming? 

You rest your phone on your chest and instantly get a reply from him, Soon, baby. You gettin antsy? 

You sigh, smirking as you type, you have no idea.

You see the bubbles pop up, I'll be there as soon as I can, I might just tell them I'm not feeling too good, but I'll be over as soon as I can get away.

You sit up, Is there anything I can do to get you here faster? 

You get up, walking to your bedroom. You set your phone down on the bed, slipping off your shirt and bra before walking over to the mirror. 

You bring your phone up, laying an arm over your bare chest and snapping a picture, typing out a text before you hit send, look at what you're missing out on. 

You stand there anxiously as you wait for a reply. 

You see the bubbles pop up and smirk as your eyes scan over his words, Don't tease me like that, baby.

You turn around, moving your arms a little bit further down, snapping a picture and typing out, I have no idea what you're talking about. 

You hit send, laughing slightly as you walk over to sit on the bed. Colby is taking a minute, so that must mean someone's around him. 

Finally, he answers, Fuck.. baby girl. I can't wait to get my hands on you. 

You move your arm away fully, leaving your breasts exposed as you send the picture with no text. 

You toss your phone down onto the bed and go to your dresser, digging through the drawer to find your never worn, red lace lingerie set. 

You strip down completely to slip on the sheer little number. You walk over to your closet, pulling out one of Colby's sweatshirts and slip it on. 

You walk over to your bed, moving to lay down as you pick up your phone. You smirk when you see Colby's text, I'm on my way.

You feel your heart rate pick up and you hold your arm up, moving the sweatshirt to reveal the little heart that's cut out oh the hip of your panties. 

You snap a picture of your body, Can't wait to see you. 

You hit send, moving over to unlock your window. You walk over, closing the door and locking it, just in case your roommate comes home unexpectedly. 

You stand there, exiting to finally have alone time with Colby.

The last few days have been rough, mainly because him and Sam have been meeting with people about exploring a haunted house nearby. 

You bring you phone up, smiling as you read Colby's text, That sweatshirt would look even better on the floor. 

You instantly move to take off the sweatshirt. You step infront of the mirror, posing for a picture to send to him, how's that? 

He's driving so it's a minute or two later that he gets back to you, leave it on. I'm taking that off of you. 

You smile, Deal. 

You move to sit in the middle of your bed, trying to patiently wait for Colby to arrive. 

It feels like hours until you finally get that, I'm coming up, text. 

You throw your phone to the end of the bed, rising up to sit on your calves. Colby's figure appears in the window and you bite your lip, watching intently as he steps through. 

He reaches behind him, eyes still on you as he closes the window, "Come here." He lunges to you, making you fall backwards onto the bed as his body is over yours. 

His lips attack yours before kissing down your neck. 

His hand travels up and down your side, gripping to pull you closer to him. Your legs wrap around his waist and he groans as you tug his hair. 

"Been thinking about being with you all fucking day." He mumbles into your neck as he leaves open kisses up it, "So fucking hot." 

He rolls, causing you to straddle him. His eyes rake up and down your body as his hands slide up your thighs. 

You lift your hands to brush hair off your shoulders, letting it fall down your back, "It feels like forever since I got to actually feel you." You lean down, "I've missed you." 

He tucks your hair behind your ear before sliding his hands to your ass, "I'm here now so you can do whatever you want to me." 

You smirk, "Okay." You move down his legs, a hand sliding down his stomach and slipping up under his shirt. 

You drag your nails over his skin and he gasps as he titles his head back slightly, "Don't tease me, baby." 

You smirk, moving your hands to undo his belt. You pull the leather strap from the metal buckle and unzip his pants, "couldn't make it easy for me, could ya?" 

Colby looks at you, tilting his head, "Maybe if someone wasn't sending me titty pictures and getting me bricked up, I would have." 

You tilt your head, "Now who would do such a thing?"

He lifts his hips so you can shrug his pants down. You slide your hands up his thighs, and over his achingly hard cock that's trapped behind the thin wall of his boxers. 

He lets out a groan, looking down at you. Before he says anything, you pull his boxers away, allowing his cock to spring free. 

He lets his head fall back as you lean in, pressing your lips to the head of it. Your tongue slips out, lapping it around the underside. 

A groan leaves his lips as his hips buck. He reaches down, pushes his boxers away and lays a ring cladded hand on your head, "Fuck, come on baby. Give me more." 

You smirk, keeping your eyes on his as you wrap your lips around the head, slowly working your way down.

He lays his head back, moaning out as he feels you bob up and down on him, your tongue sliding around each time you pause. 

His hand grips your hair, his breathing gets heavier, "So good." 

You bob your head a few more times before he reaches down, cupping your face to pull you off of him, "Get up here." 

You move up, straddling his waist. He reaches up, sliding his hand around your neck to grip and pull you down. 

Your lips crash onto his, moaning out as you feel his hand slide in between your thighs. He adds pressure to your clit, rubbing hard circles. 

You grind down onto his hand, "C-Colby." 

"You like that?" Colby whispers and you nod, brows furrowed, "Y-yes." 

He pulls his hand away, "Sit on my face." 

You look down at him and he nods for you to move up. 

You position yourself over your face and he reaches up, pulling your panties to the side and pulls you down. 

Your one hand instantly goes to his hair while the other one goes to press into the wall in front of you, "Fuck." You breathe out, "Sh-shit. Yes. Yes yes." 

You roll your hips, letting your head fall back, "Oh fuck." 

His tongue slips into you, working its way out them back in. He tilts his head back, wrapping his lips around your clit. 

You tug on his hair, earning another moan from him. 

Your head falls forward and you fight to keep your eyes open so you can watch him enjoy the taste of you. 

The sound of the front door slamming shut, causes you to freeze and look at your closed door, "Sh-it." You tap Colby's head, "My roommate." 

He lifts you up slightly, just enough for you to hear, "I'm not stopping." 

You're shocked at first, but that quickly subsides when his tongue slips back into you and his hands tighten on your waist. 

There's a knock on your door and the doorknob jiggles slightly, "Y/n. You in there?" 

"Y-yeah." You clear your throat quietly, trying to keep your voice steady, "What's up?" 

"Date was a total creep. Decided to ditch. Are you busy?" 

You glance down, "Um.. kind of.." you lay your hand over your mouth, tilting your head back as Colby continues to work you with his tongue. 

"Are you fucking someone?" She laughs slightly, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'll let.. you.. um.. yeah. Sorry. Ignore me." 

You hear her walk away and the tv in the living room switching on, turning up to a louder volume. 

You look down at Colby and laugh, "Oh my god." 

He nudges you, motioning for you to move and you do before he sits up. You look at him and cover your mouth to muffle your laughter. 

He laughs slightly before he leans in, "You were such a good girl." 

He smirks and kisses your forehead as his hands move up your back to undo your bra. He pulls the straps from your shoulders, down your arms and tosses the fabric to the floor. 

He dips his head down, kissing your neck. You let out a  quiet moan as he sucks a hickey into your neck. Your hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt. 

He leans back, slipping off his shirt and tossing it before he pulls you into his lap. He keeps your panties pulled to the side as you sink down onto him, burying your face into his neck as you moan. 

Your arm wraps around his neck as you start to move, up and down, rocking your hip, anything to feel him inside of you. 

"Fuck." He breathes out as he lays back, hands tightly gripping your hips, "So fucking good." 

Your boobs slightly bounce with each of your motions. 

Your head falls back slightly as you squeeze his cock, whimpering out as he reaches up to pinch and pull at your nipples. 

"F-fuck." You gasp, wrapping your hand around his wrist. You look down at him, keeping your eyes on his. 

You lean down, lips on his and he swallows your moans easily as his hands slide around to hold you tight against him. 

He thrusts his hips upward, moaning lowly into your ear as he fucks you from underneath, "You feel so fucking good, baby girl. Fucking hell." 

You moan in response, your orgasm rolling in quicker and quicker, "F-fu-" you let out a long moan, unable to form words from all the pleasure that's consuming your body. 

"C'mon, baby. Cum for me." Colby coaches you, "You're so close." 

You nod once, pushing yourself up on his chest and moving your hips in a quick manor, "F-fuck. Fuck." 

You push your hips down and throw your head back, moaning as he picks up fucking you through your high. 

"That's it, that's my girl." Colby brushes hair from your face, cupping your cheek before sliding it down to your neck. 

He flips you onto your back, hand still on your neck as he continues thrusting. 

His grip tightens, squeezing the sides of your neck to slowly cut off your air supply. 

A muffle moan escapes as your eyes roll back. 

Colbys thrusts gradually turn sloppy and it's soon after, he pulls out, spilling his cum onto your waist. 

You stare up at the ceiling, trying to control your breathing for a few seconds. Colby lays next to you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "So.. wanna go for a drive?" 

You laugh slightly, nodding as you look over at him, "I just gotta clean up first." 

He gets up, finding something for you to wipe off with, "Here, babe." You sit up slightly, taking the towel from him. 

"What am I gonna tell her?" You nod to the door and Colby shrugs, "Tell her whatever you want." 

You nod, "Okay I'll just... um.. maybe I'll just climb down the fire escape with you." 

Colby laughs, "You can't just leave her hanging, you gotta tell her something." You nod, "No. You're right." 

You stand up, slipping on the hoodie you stole from Colby and he smirks, "I like that."

You smile, "Thanks. You should see the guy I took it from." 

"Pretty cute?" Colby smiles and you nod, "Very cute." You laugh and walk over to change out of the lacy underwear into a regular pair before slipping on a pair of leggings. 

"Okay." Colby walks over, "I'll drive around and pick you up out front." You nod, "Okay. I'll be out when I can." 

He gently kisses your lips, "I love you." 

You smile, "I love you." 

You walk over with him, watching him climb out of the window and onto the escape. He smiles, giving you a small wave before he starts to descend down. 

You make sure he makes it to the bottom before you close and lock your window. You slip on your shoes and walk over to your door. 

You open it and to your surprise, your roommate is asleep on the couch. 

You quietly make your way to the door, grabbing your keys off the hook before walking out and running down to Colby's car. 

He leans over, opening the door for you and you get in, "She's asleep. I'll wake her up when I get back." 

Colby nods and lays his hand on your leg, "Where to?" 

You lay your hand on his, "Anywhere." 

After a few hours of driving around, you're parked in an empty parking lot, taking and kissing every now and then, just letting it be nothing but you two and the stars. 

"So I was thinking about telling Sam, mainly because he's going to want to know why I just up and left guys night." Colby laughs slightly and you look at him, "Wait. You just-" 

Colby nods, "When your girlfriend is sending you titty pictures and causing you to get a boner in a room full of guys, you'd leave, too." 

You laugh, "Sorrrryyy." 

He pinches your chin gently, "Nah. It's okay. I'm not complaining." 

You smile, leaning your head back on the headrest. You bite your lip, reaching up to write on the fogged up windshield. 

I, you draw a heart, then write you. 

He squeezes your hand, "You have no idea how much I love you." He brings your hand to his lips, pressing them to it, "I know being a secret is a lot harder than being public but I just.." 

"Colby. I understand. I've been around you and Sam for long enough, I know how your fan base can be, but in reality.. if anyone wants to drag my name through the mud for loving you.. then I don't consider them fans." 

He smiles, and leans over to you, "You're right." 

You smile, "I know." You laugh and peck his lips. 

"Speaking of Sam.. The other day, he almost found out about us." Colby looks over at you and you tilt your head, "Oh?" 

Colby smiles, "You just.. you have this thing about you, even when you're not around, that just makes me smile like a fucking idiot every time I see something that reminds me of you and he asked why I was so giddy and I almost said your name." 

You smile, "What did you see?" 

He laughs slightly, "I saw duck, and when it walked by the one bush.. the leaf on the bush looked like it was wearing a hat and I just knew you would find that hilarious." 

You laugh, "Oh my gosh, that's so funny." You nod, "You know me so well." You smile and run your hand through his hair, "Maybe we should tell Sam." 

As Colby pulls his phone out, headlights from a car shine onto Colby's and they get brighter the closer they get. 

"Oh shit." Colby mumbles and you look at him, "do you know who that is?" 

Colby nods, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Yeah. I do." 

The car whips around Colby's and pulls up next to the drivers side. Colby rests his hand down and puts his window down. 

You lean forward, watching as the window of the other car goes down. 

Not only do you see Sam in the drivers seat, but Jake and Johnnie are with and you can't help but laugh, "Oh my god." 

"You mother fuckers are busted." Jake says pointing. 

"I fucking knew it!" Sam yells, "I called that shit months ago." 

"What are you guys doing here?" Colby laughs. He looks to you and shrugs, "I'm sorry." 

You shake your head, "At least we don't have to worry about telling them anymore." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·. Thanks for reading, I'm sorry if this sucked. I haven't been in a writing mood lately, but I know you guys have been waiting, so I hope you enjoyed this. 

Let me know how you liked it. Love ya! 

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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[assembletheimagines]

Could you do a Steve Rogers x reader where reader and Steve don't get along at all and they slowly become lovers. Idk if thats alright or not. Thanks. Ps love your work.

A/N: Fuck, I feel like I don’t know how to write enemies to lovers' trope but hey practice makes perfect?? Idk, but lmao I tried. 

Summary: Captain America gets on your nerves. But he could say the same about you. 

- 

“You can’t just-” 

“I can’t what?” You hissed, turning to Steve with a heated glare. “Save your ass?” You pushed and watched Steve’s eyes narrow as he puffed out his chest. 

“I don’t need saving, Sweetheart.” 

You were going to scream. 

Or fight him. 

Or both. 

“Just because you’re Captain America does not mean I won't kick your ass, Rogers.” 

His scoffed laugh infuriating you more, egging you further and without hesitating you swung. 

Stronger fingers wrapped around your wrist quickly, stopping your hand from connecting to Steve’s face. And you watched with a glare as his lips turning into a dark smile. 

“Like I said,” he hummed, his hand still holding your wrist in the air. “I don’t need saving.” 

- 

Steve’s fingers twitched as a noticeable clicking sound resonated through the quinjet. 

“Stop,” Steve’s command calm and collected as he shot you an annoyed look before moving his eyesight to where the pen rested in your hand. Your thumb hovering over the end where you wouldn’t stop pressing causing the pen tip to appear and disappear with a simple ‘click,’ over and over again. 

You looked over at Steve, eyes never leaving his. 

Click. 

Steve’s eyes narrowed. 

You flipped him the bird before leaving, moving towards the back of the jet to where Sam and Nat were. 

Steve had to close his eyes momentarily as he rested his head back on his chair. Inhaling through the nose before exhaling slowly. 

Click. 

- 

He must be going crazy, Steve’s eyebrows furrowing as he hit the punching bag in front of him. 

It’s been too long. It’s been too quiet. 

You had gone on a mission with Sam that had you both out in the field for over two weeks and he punched the bag harder. 

No, he didn’t worry. Another swing. No, he didn’t want to see you. Another jab. Actually, he was more than relaxed now that you were away. The bag split open, sand falling from the inside and slowly piling on the floor as his chest heaved. 

“Quinjet 316 has landed,” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded from above and Steve tensed. 

He didn’t know why, but he found himself walking outside as the quinjet powered down. Sam walking out with you in tow. 

Steve’s face hardened, covering any emotion as you met his gaze. 

Your eyes rolled at the sight of him standing there. “No, don’t look too enthusiastic that we’re back.” You hummed sarcastically as you walked past him. 

He turned around, shoulders tensing again. “Don’t forget to file your report.” He watched as you almost stopped walking. But you continued without looking back, raising a finger in the air back at him as single response. Sam laughed and Steve relaxed, before looking away from you entering the compound. A small smile forming at his lips. 

- 

You walked quietly across the deck, your wet suit sticking to your body from when you jumped from the plane and landed into the ocean. 

It was a simple mission. Get on the yacht, download all the files onto your flash drive and dip. 

“Hey!” A man called out and you froze at the sound of the safety of a gun being switched. You turned around slowly, seeing a man pointing his gun at you, looking angry. “Who-” 

But before he could finish his question, his mouth went slack, his grip on the gun loosening as his body fell forward. You grunted barely having any time to catch him, dropping his softly on the ground so no noise was made. 

Your eyes met with blue one’s. Steve already putting his shield back over his arm. “Are you trying to let everyone know we are here?” You glared and Steve looked from the guy unconscious on the floor then back to you. 

“Thank you would be nice.” 

You stared at him for a moment, blinking, before you looked up at him with round innocent eyes. “Oh, thank you so much for saving me, Cap.” Your words slightly sarcastic but Steve didn’t miss a beat. 

“Always.” 

And you had to blink in surprise again, you were fully expecting him to bicker back to you. You were used to it. But you stayed standing in the same spot as Steve walked past you. 

You didn’t know what to say, so you kept quiet as Cap took over, leading you to the main communication room so you could finish the mission. 

Your fingers slipped the flash drive into the usb port and began the download, your gaze glancing over at Steve who guarded the door. You felt confused as you replayed his response in your head. 

- 

Fuck this dress. 

And fuck these heels. 

That was what you were thinking as you walked around the ballroom, your mask covering the top half of your face. 

You were currently on a mission, gathering intel on a possible trade of stolen vibranium and the deal was supposedly happening at this masquerade ball. 

“Suspect is leaving through the doors on the west,” Sam’s voice rang through your comm. He was working communications from on top of the roof with redwing as you played dress up with Steve and Bucky. 

“Got it,” you murmured through your ear piece as you moved across the floor, eyes on the target as the door began to close. You slipped through and watched him turn the corner. 

You were so focused on getting to the dealer that you didn’t think about the possible guards patrolling. You heard the guards' footsteps from around the corner where the target had disappeared behind, coming closer. You raised your hand ready to strike but before anything happened a hand wrapped around your wrist turning you and pushing you against the wall. 

A head dipped into the curve of your neck as you gasped. You were about to fight the person holding you to the wall with their weight before hearing the man against you speak. “Wait,” Steve’s lips barely brushing on your neck as the guards walked around the corner. You froze. 

The guards snickered as they walked past the both of you, most likely thinking it was just a drunk couple kissing. 

Once the coast was clear, Steve moved back, leading you both to finish this mission. 

As you walked your fingers ghosted over the area on your neck, you could still feel Steve’s lips on your skin. 

- 

“Stop moving,” Steve murmured as his hands brushed over your hips. He was standing between your legs as you sat on top of the counter. You had just gotten back from a mission with Nat and everything went well. Or as well as it could have gone with the target pulling a gun on you and shooting. 

You were lucky it had only grazed your side since Nat took the guy down last minute. But when you both returned with a bandage pressed to your side you found yourself in front of Steve’s door. A weak smile on your lips when he answered. His eyes narrowing when he saw your hand holding your side. 

“It’s just a graze, Cap.” You said softly and sucked in a breath as he lifted your shirt up gently, his fingers ghosting over your bandage. 

“It could have been worse,” He countered with a frown and you rolled your eyes placing a hand on top of his that rested down on your hip again. 

“But it wasn’t,” you reassured meeting his eyes. You couldn’t read what he was thinking but it had your heart racing. “Nat-” 

But your words were cut off as Steve dropped his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you tight to his chest. “It could have been worse.” 

The way the words fell from his lips had your heart clenching as you moved your hand to the back of his head, your fingers tugging his head back so he could look at you. You two didn’t say anything for a moment, letting the silence fill the feelings you both didn’t say. 

You both realized the shift happening between the two of you at the same time. And you didn’t think as you pulled Steve back to you. Your lips pressing into his, confirming everything you felt for him and everything he felt for you.  

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[wosowrites]

Are You Jealous? (Jessie Fleming x Reader )

Warnings: None!

A/N: Jealous Jessie is my fav ( also the interview from this gif is my all time favorite. strongly recommend it. ) Tell me if you guys like it :) Based off this request:

Prompt: Jessie and the reader have been dating for years in secret, so when Guro starts flirting with y/n, Jessie gets jealous.

You had been playing for the first Chelsea team since you were 16 years old, the youngest ever pro singing in the WSL. You played for the club a solid five years before meeting the woman that made your world spin, your heart beat. You had never publicly dated anyone before, the idea of having your relationship broadcasted was just never appealing to you. But it wasn’t as though your current relationship was public either. You and Jessie Fleming had been together since the second month Jessie was at Chelsea. You decided not to tell anyone for a while because Jess was still getting settled, and after a while, the sneaking around, sneaky touches and fleeted loving looks became… exciting. So you kept it that way, everyone thinking you were just especially close friends. When you left for international break, it was always a bit hard, but you managed. Surrounding yourself with your loyal Spanish teammates. Jessie was the only person you had ever dated, so it was normal that you didn’t pick up on flirting easily. You weren’t used to it, your canadian girlfriend and you had jumped into a relationship very quickly. People flirted with you a lot, fans, opposing team players after the game, and in one particular instance, a creepy ass referee. So when one of your Chelsea teammates, a certain norwegian, started flirting with you. You didn’t even notice.

You walked out of the team bus, walking towards the plane and dragging your heavy suitcase behind you. You and Kadeisha Buchanan were known as the over packers, both sharing a love for sneakers. "I call y/n!" Guro Reiten yelled, slinging her arm around you and smiling at you wildly. You usually sat with your girlfriend, and very much liked too, but you were a big believer that change was a good thing. "Sure! Hey i got a new game to play with two people on my phone. Play with me?" You asked, slinging your free arm around her. "Hell yeah!"

You guys both walked into the plane, smiling for the camera that was filming, not noticing that Jessie was glaring suspiciously at the back of Guros head.

You spent the entirety of the trip laughing, teasing each other, and eventually, Guro fell asleep on your shoulder. The photographer took a picture in which your head was resting on hers as you read a book on your phone.

You had zero clue that Jessie, who was sitting with Guro’s usual bus/plane buddy, Sam, was feeling really insecure.

When you landed, you got a notification saying that Chelsea had tagged you and guro in a post. You looked at the post, where one picture was of you and Guro laughing at something while walking into the plane, and the other was Guro asleep on you. The caption read "Guro x y/n, a classic duo."

It was true, almost 3/4 of your goals were from Guro’s assists, and your on pitch chemistry was amazing. But that was it, that was all. The only off pitch chemistry you cared about was the one you had with Jessie. You turned off your phone, and looked up, seeing Jessie walking with Sam. You rushed up to her, struggling with your suitcase. "Hey, Jess! How was the flight?" You asked her, quickly grazing your palm on her lower back. "It was fine." She answered coldly, making you frown and making Sam seem a bit uncomfortable. "Uhm- Millie’s… I- Mills!" Sam yelled, rushing up to her and leaving you alone with Jessie. "Jess? What’s wrong my love?" You whispered to her. "What is wrong?" She whispered back angrily. "Nothing. Just- leave me alone." Jessie said, speeding up. "No! Jessie you are my girlfriend and your upset with me. I want to make it better. I love you." You told her. Jessie’s face remained impassive and she didn’t say anything. "Jessie. I hate it when you go silent when you’re mad." You told her.

Nothing.

———

Jessie and you lived together, everyone’s assumed you were just roommates, which made sense because you were experts at keeping your private life, well, private. But, because you lived together, and we’re dating, you shared a car. Meaning the drive home from the airport was silent, and awkward. Jessie was at the wheel, and you were sitting in the passengers seat, fiddling with your necklace. "Jessie are you going to say anything?" You said, starting to get worried, your heart felt tight. "No." Jessie answered. "You said something…" you teased, it didn’t work. "Pull over, Jessie." You told her. She kept driving straight. "Jessie Alexandra Fleming. Pull over right now because we are not going home until you tell me what’s wrong because there is no way in hell i’m letting you go to sleep mad at me." You told her.

Jessie’s face did not soften, but she did pull over, parking on the side of a road in the countryside.

You unbuckled your seat belt and turned to look at her. "Baby… what is wrong. And how can I make it better." You told her, reaching your hand out and putting it on her thigh.

"Baby? How about you go call Guro that." Jessie said coldly, not meeting your gaze. You were taken aback a little, not expecting Jessie to be jealous. "Oh my god… Jess… are you jealous?" You asked, smiling at her. "Don’t laugh, y/n! What is wrong with you?" She said. "I’m sorry, i’m sorry." You answered quickly, composing yourself. "Jessie look at me, I love you. I love your freckles, and your laugh. And I love your hair and the way you always know what food I want, even when I don’t. I love the way you look good in everything, and I love when you talk about which coffee mugs are the best. I love when you put your hair in that little bun and how your calves pop when you run. You mean everything to me. You’ve always meant everything to me. And I hate that you felt as though you didn’t. As though I could replace you with anyone." You told her, your heart aching at the fact that she felt as though she was anything less than your entire world.

Jessie looked at you, a smile creeping onto her face. "You do?" She said quietly. "Yes! I do. And I obviously don’t say it enough so get ready for me to tell you it every day. All the time." You told her, leaning in and pushing your forehead against hers.

You kissed her, letting your hand slip under her shirt, grazing your nails up and down her back.

"I think it’s time to tell people about us." Jessie said as she pulled away. "Really?" You said, smiling at her. "I want everybody to know you’re mine." Jessie whispered, her voice slightly hoarse. "Possessive Jessie. I’m into it."

The next day at training, you told your teammates who all looked like they saw a ghost. It was clear to you both how well you had hidden your relationship. And you both even decided to take it to the next level and post about it. You’ve always wanted to be a role model for young girls in sports, but being able to be one for the queer community would just be another plus.

When you went to bed the night of your public relationship announcement, you could see that Jessie was slightly nervous. Jessie was the most private person you knew. You were private but you still posted often, and liked to keep in touch with what fans were saying on social media. "It’s gonna be okay, Jess." You told her. "I know. And I know I’m the one who wanted to tell people… and i’m happy we did. It’s just scary. Only my sister knew about us. And you of course. And now everybody does. It’s a leap." Jessie said, lying her head on your chest. "But i’m really happy I took the leap with you." She finished. "I’m happy too." You said, passing your fingers through her hair.

"I can’t believe how jealous you were." You snorted after a moment of silence. "Shut up!"

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[skipper1331]

Surprise // Deyna Castellanos

a/n: based off this request.

"Did everything work? Are you on your way?" Alex asked your girlfriend.

The two of them came up with a plan to surprise you.

Ever since the World Cup started, you missed Deyna. Talking to her over the phone was just not it. Due to the time difference and your busy schedule, you only had little time for each other. Either it was for one of you early in the morning or late at night which made it difficult to have a real conversation. Most of the time it was just written messages that the other person would answer a few hours later. It was hard. You missed her so much.

Every time the lionesses would play she would send you a picture of her wearing your jersey and comment on the game. She knew you wouldn‘t answer because you were literally playing but it was important to her to let you know that she was supporting you.

"Yes, I’m at the airport" she replied, about to take a plane to Australia, to you. "Good. She‘s already in bad mood since you texted her that you‘ll be busy the whole day and won‘t have the time to text her," the defender explained, thinking back to the situation where she saw how your face fell as you read Deynas text, "i need to go but I’ll see you soon."

The call ended and about 20 minutes later, your girlfriend sat in the plane.

Your day went on without a single text from Deyna. She said she couldn't message you but you were still hoping for it. She didn‘t even say what she had to do.

You spent the day with the team, preparing for the upcoming game against Australia.

-

Standing in the tunnel about to play a World Cup semi final was a whole new experience. You were nervous but you wanted to win. You wanted to win for yourself, for the team, for your nation and most all for Alex and Lucy who never made it past the semifinals. You've known both of them for a while, played with them at City and for the lionesses. They were great players and role models, they deserved to make it to the final.

While walking out on the pitch your eyes were looking everywhere and nowhere. The stadium was full with yellow jerseys, supporting their home country. It was nice to see the matildas getting so much support but you were also grateful for the english fans who were there to do the same for you. It's great to play in your own country with a nation behind you. You had experienced the same thing last year at the home euros.

Deyna sat in the friends and family section with your jersey on as she watched you.

In the 36th Ella scored the opener but Sam Kerr equalized in the 63rd minute. The score 1-1, about half an hour left to play. Your girlfriend was nervous she wanted to see you win, to see you happy. England retained possession, little to no missed passes. Australia got hungry. They wanted to win as much as you did. You fought till the end, you wanted to help your team win.

You didn‘t know how you did it but as the long shot from Millie came to you, you tangled away from Ellie Carpenter who kind of stumbled away from you and then your foot hit the ball.

Goal! You scored in the semi final, making it 2-1 for England. Some team mates jumped on you while others hugged you, the bench going wild.

Your girlfriend cheered for you, celebrating with the english fans. There was only one task now: defend. And score If possible. Australia had their chances which stressed you out but you fought. When you had the ball you started running out of your own half, no one was attacking you. Before the australian defender could reach you, you passed to Alessia who then scored.

3-1

All England supportes celebrated while your team mates ran to the bench. You‘re feeling energetic.

Finally, the whistle blows - England made it. They‘re finalists, you‘re finalists.

Despite the win, the first thing you did was thank and comfort every opposing player. It was important to you. As you finished your conversation with the last australian you ran straight to Alex, jumping on her, your legs around her waist, "We did it!" you screamed. You felt so happy. As you celebrated with your friends you still had no idea your girl was in the stands.

Sarina held a little speech before everyone swarmed out "There‘s a suprise for you" Alex said while her arm was around your shoulders. "What‘re you talking about?" you looked at her confused.

"Look" she pointed her finger towards the stands, family and friends section, following her finger you saw it or rather her.

Deyna.

You looked at Alex, then back to Deyna. Was this real?

"Go!" Alex pushed you away from her, in the direction to the stands. Your legs started running, wanting to be close to your lover. When you were finally within reach, you wrapped your arms around her, your head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. "What‘re you doing here??" you asked, leaning back yet not letting her go.

"Surprise!"

With one quick motion, you pressed your mouth on hers. You hadn‘t seen her in weeks, couldn‘t feel her touch or anything. You just had to kiss her. "I missed you so much" you whispered between pecks, happy to feel your girlfriends touch.

Next stop: final

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[kamwilliamsonn]

Stars - Caroline Graham Hansen

Dating Caro wasn't always easy, especially when you played in another country

Your girlfriend, Caro, was your favourite person, there was never any doubt in it, but it wasn't easy, with you playing for Chelsea, and her for Barcelona, you didn't see each other as much as you both would wish.

Which is why Champions League nights were your favourite.

You knew that one of you would end up ruining the others dream at the end of this game, one would continue on, and one would go home.

But that didn't matter, you knew that at the end of the game, you were going back to her house.

Win or lose.

She was your love, your life.

It was no surprise when the plane landed and the Barça player was there to greet you.

"Oh, y/n invited an enemy!" Sam shouted with a teasing grin, your national teammate always taking a chance to annoy you.

You just rolled your eyes at the brunette. "Shut up, Sammy, not everything is about football."

A gasp echoed around your teammates, one you knew wasn't real, causing you to shake your head and run towards your girl.

Her arms opened wide as you jumped into them, your legs wrapping around her waist as her arms supported you.

Your head fell comfortably into the crook of her neck, "Jeg har savnet deg, min kjære." "I've missed you, my love." She mumbles out, putting you down, only to place soft kisses all over your face.

"I've missed you too, so much. Facetime doesn't show the real you. I've missed your face," you started, cupping her face in your hands as she pulled away to look you in the eyes. "I've missed your eyes," you gazed softly into her blue eyes, having completely missed the way they could make you feel like you were floating out at sea. They'd trap you, and you never wanted them to stop. "But God, I've missed your kisses." You pulled her into a passionate kiss, her hands going to hold your waist and pull you in tighter, while your hands moved from her face, into her hair.

It's the hollers from your teammates that cause you both to pull away, but you don't leave her grip. Her arms stay tight around your waist as you spun around in her grip.

Her head rests in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on the soft part of your neck as your teammates come to join you.

Caro had been the only person to score in the home leg against your beloved blues, a game that was only 4 days earlier, but the way Caro was holding you, would make anybody think it could've been a year.

"God you two are disgustingly cute." Erin said, her accent so strong, Caro couldn't fully understand what she said, but the way you rolled your eyes told her it was teasing.

"You're just jealous you aren't in a relationship, Ez." You told her, making Caro smile and put her head back against your neck to try and hide it.

"Okay, we have to get back to the hotel now, my love, but I'll see you later.." You started, being interrupted by Emma.

She smiled as she got closer to the pair of you. "You can head back to her house, if you'd like, you know that when you're in the same city as Caroline, you don't sit still."

Your girlfriend begins to laugh at you, her face still hidden.

"You shut up." You told her, warningly, making her nod instantly and Sam start laughing instead. A glare from you shut her up as well.

"Okay, so, back to mine, and then I drop you off at the stadium tomorrow." She whispered to you, making you look back at her with a nod, your eyes full of love.

"Okay, my girls, I will see you all tomorrow." You told your teammates as you started to walk backwards, as if the teasing wouldn't happen if you slowly retreat.

That clearly didn't work.

"Don't forget that you're not allowed to do anything before a game!"

"SHUT UP, MILLIE."

-

After she dropped you both off at the stadium the next day, you didn't fully get a chance to talk to each other, there was a whole lot of media, and training, and then it was warm ups, and the game.

But that didn't mean you weren't sneaking looks at each other, you stared at her with pure love in her eyes as she did her interview, while waiting for your own.

She kept looking at you while you were doing your warm up, and you linked hands with a soft smile while lining up for kick off.

But no words were exchanged, not until the 73' minute the score was 2-1 on aggregate, Guro had scored Chelsea's first goal of the game in the 67' minute, but you were still fishing for that equaliser.

You had the ball at your feet, and you were running, you wanted that goal, and you didn't want to stop for nothing.

But, you don't always get everything you want.

Mapi came in from the side, a tackle that sent you rolling over her, she got the ball, and luckily didn't clip your ankle, but, the way your head hit the floor left it pounding.

You held your head in your hands as you rolled onto your front, you rested it against the floor, trying to make the pain stop.

The whistle was blown instantly, and Mapi was back at your side, apologising over and over again. But that didn't matter when Caro ran over, she was on the other side of the pitch, but the moment she saw you go down, she ran.

She shoved Mapi out of the way, and had it been anybody else, Mapi would have shoved her back, but the way that you cried and held your head made her think she deserved it.

"Hello, my love, can you lift your head for me." She told you as the medics arrived, knowing that you were more likely to do so for her then anybody else.

As you looked up, you almost started crying more, unable to see the girl you loved so much, you couldn't make out her face.

"Hey, come on, don't cry." She told you, being careful as she held your face, the medic checking your pupils.

"That's definitely a concussion. She's going to have fo be subbed off." Your medic spoke, making you cry even more.

"I just wanted to score, Caro, I just wanted to score, I don't wanna be subbed off, I wanna score." You told her. "And I can't see your face. I wanna see your face."

All you were seeing was stars.

But all you wanted to see was your star.

She ran straight over to Jona the moment you were brought off and told him to sub her off or she was gonna get herself a red card so she was forced off.

Claudia came on in her place, and she legged if to the changing rooms. Wanting nothing else but to be there with you.

With her girl.

BOOM, ASKED AND WRITTEN. I actually really liked this, and I think it's brilliant. I hope that you (especially you @wosofie ) enjoyed :))

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[bensolosbluesaber]

Secret Identities - Part 2 (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley x reader)

Summary: The Avengers, your team of superheroes, has been called in to handle an invasion in New York, and you’re bringing your superhero boyfriend, Moon Knight, with you.

Part 2 to Secret Identities.

Action/adventure, Cameo-fest

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader

Warnings and A/N: I did my best to accurately represent DID, I put very little effort into creating a plot and a lot of effort into writing dialogue

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It was only you, Marc, and the agent - whose name you had never learned and didn’t care to learn - on the quinjet. You held Marc’s hand the entire time. There was no denying the anxious fluttering in your stomach as your two lives continued converging. Each second brought Marc closer to the Avengers, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare the shit out of you.

You read through the briefing notes, getting occasional comments from the agent now piloting the quinjet. Rogue artificial intelligence, not Ultron level, but dangerous nonetheless. SWORD suspected some alien involvement, but that wasn’t the concern right now. The immediate issue was an army of robots hidden underground waiting to be activated.

At some point you started to fall asleep against Marc’s shoulder. He gingerly shifted you into a laying position resting your head on his thigh in a familiar comfortable position. His hand settles in your hair and strokes the curves of your face, soothing you into sleep. You hardly sleep for an hour before Marc shakes you awake.

“Something’s happening.”

“We need to drop you in,” the agent called back. “The activation happened earlier than our intelligence suggested. Most of the team is already on the ground. Everyone else is on their way. Don’t forget your comm links.”

You sit up and rifle through your bag, pulling out a familiar costume and stripping off your clothes. Marc blinks at you a few times like he’s surprised at your lack of modesty. He knows you well enough that he really shouldn’t be.

“We can’t all summon our suits,” you tease and toss him an ear piece, even as his eyes begin to glow with white moonlight.

“Tell her she looks amazing!” Steven gushes.

“Keep it in your pants,” Jake snaps back.

You reach for a parachute, but Marc’s white gloved hand stops you.

“I can fly you in,” he offers through the mask. 

“You told me no flying last month!” You protest.

“I didn’t know you were an Avenger last month.”

“Bad call, mate.”

“Oh, so you thought I was fragile before?” You tease, not really mad at the man.

His mask peels away so he can tilt his head and shoot you an amused glare.

“You’re in range!” The agent calls back.

You turn and plant a kiss on Marc’s lips, then punch a button. The door opens slowly with a cold rush of air. You wrap your arms around his strong body, take a deep breath, and together you jump from the plane into free fall. His cape catches like a parachute part way down, guiding you through the clouds lower and lower until the skyline is in view.

Smoke rises from burning buildings, the wreckage of a city that has again become a battle ground.

“Shit,” Marc whispers. “We’re gonna have to stop having technology free dates.”

“Yeah,” you reply, only half paying attention, too busy scanning the ground for your fellow Avengers. It’s pure chaos on the ground, a complete and utter disaster, but then, through the smoke… “There!”

You point Marc in the direction of a bright flash of blue and white, and he angles you toward the ground. The comm link in your ear begins to crackle and finally beeps a connection. You were right.

“-end up here? We’re supposed to be on vacation!” The voice of Bucky Barnes fills your ear at the same moment the bright red, white, and blue wings of Sam Wilson reappear. “Sam, what the fuck is in the sky?”

That would be Marc.

“Good morning, Captain America,” you smile down at the small figures of your friends on the ground.

“Oh thank god,” Sam replies. “Buck and I are a-” he grunts, “A bit outnumbered. We have to hold this street, or it will interfere with the wizards’ spell.”

You’re streaking toward the fight below, finally able to see the action for real. They are more than a bit outnumbered, the two men surrounded by humanoid robots armed to the teeth with every bit of weapons technology available. You drop to the ground at Bucky’s side, Marc landing next to you.

“You’re late,” Bucky calls. “Who’s the mummy?”

Marc shoots him a glare.

“Marc, don’t glare at Bucky Barnes! That’s-”

“I know who Bucky Barnes is Steven,” he answers silently.

Yeah, he knew Bucky Barnes. Well, Steven knew. At some point in their childhood, Steven realized he shared part of a name with Steven Grant Rogers and harbored a small fascination with the former Captain America ever since.

“That’s Moon Knight!” Sam’s wing decapitates a robot as he turns to look Marc up and down. “Read your briefing packets, Buck.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and returns to the fight. You draw two long knives, gifts from King T’Challa, and make short work of any robot that approaches. Marc hurls crescent darts, each finding their target. But he doesn’t let Steven front. Not yet at least.

Occasionally, he glances back at you, checking to make sure you’re alright. You are doing the same to him. You have never fought at his side before, but already you know that you would do it again and again.

“The sorcerers - not wizards, Sam - are working some spell in that building,” Bucky gestures vaguely behind him. “They can shut the whole AI down, but we have to keep these things out.”

“Androids!” Sam shouts as he jumps over one and buries his shield in it’s neck. “Androids controlled by aliens who can be stopped by wizards. The big three!”

“The big three?” Marc turns to Captain America.

“Don’t ask!” You and Bucky shout at the same time.

The four of you stand no chance of holding this street. Of course this couldn’t be a time-efficient spell, and the robots just keep coming, an endless supply of mindless soldiers puppeteered by some unknown force. A piece of shrapnel slashes your face, distracting you from the fight for a split second. It’s enough for a blow to land at your midsection, knocking the breath from you.

You pull the gun from your waist, SWORD issue with some advanced technology you don’t care to understand, and shoot. It’s not your preferred weapon, but it is necessary. Marc is by your side in an instant. He grabs you around the waist and wraps you in the white fabric of his cape. 

It’s just the two of you in this little cocoon. The rest of the world is forgotten as his mask falls away for a moment. The expression on his face is pure horror, lips pressed in a tight line, eyes murderous. His gaze is focused on the blood dripping down your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you insist and run your fingers across his nose and brow that is furrowed deeply, trying to soothe away those worry lines.

“I need Jake,” he breathes, a confession he rarely makes. “We need Jake.”

Jake will do anything to protect Marc and Steven and anything to protect you. It’s probably why you had never actually seen Jake suited up for a fight. He is the ‘whatever it takes’ part of the system, and all three of them are still afraid to show you that side.

“Okay,” you grip his upper arms. “It’s okay.”

His eyes flicker for a second, then his suit shifts, darkens to a midnight black that is more like tactical armor than Marc’s mummy wrappings. A bright white crescent moon shines on his chest; it matches the bright white of his cape. He tilts his head with a little smirk, and just like that Jake Lockley has joined the fray.

“Cap? Cap?” Someone is shouting through coms. “We’re coming to you. Do you copy?”

The voice is crackly, so you can’t make out exactly who it is.

You turn back to the fight, watching with bit of admiration and a lot of attraction as Jake expertly dispatches android after android.

“Did he change outfits mid fight?” Bucky punches a robot beside you.

“Sort of.”

You kick a robot across the head, stabbing one of your vibranium knives into it’s chest and immediately lashing out toward another. You glance up, and the world seems to slow around you. The battle is forgotten as you can only stare at Jake. He is fighting desperately, holding his own except...

Except behind him. A metallic arm is raising a heavy blade for a killing blow, metal arching toward his neck. You’re trying to scream his name. You are screaming his name, but it’s too late. You stab the android in front of you, but you will never make it. Jake’s suit will protect him from a lot, heal just about anything, but not decapitation.

Red flashes across your view, a bright flash hurtling through the air. A stick strikes the robot through the forehead, and the metal being collapses in a dead heap. Jake whips his head around as he realizes what almost happened. A figure in dark red drops from a nearby fire escape, grabs the stick from the robots sparking brain, and nods to you. He jumps into the fight at Jake’s side, the two men working together with an impressive synchrony for two strangers.

“How did you see that?” Jake shouts.

“I heard it,” Matt Murdock replies as he dispatches another android.

A few more minutes and the fighting finally stops. Another wave of robots is undoubtedly assembling nearby, but for now the team has a moment to breathe.

Jake’s mask falls away as he studies Daredevil. His eyes linger on the upper half of Matt’s face, noticing how his eyes are completely obscured by the dark red of his mask. You sprint to Jake’s side, wanting to reach for his hand, hold him, kiss him, feel that he is alive, but you restrain yourself. Your relationship is a secret, and for now you want to keep it that way.

“So this is the boyfriend?” Matt asks.

Your relationship is not a secret.

“How-” you start to question how Matt could possibly know that you had a boyfriend, let alone that this was him.

“You started smelling different a few months ago,” he explains. “It’s him. His scent is all over you.”

“Is there a better way to say that then ‘his scent is all over you’? Tone down the creepy… vibes? Vibes? Is that the word?” 

“Give up on the modern slang, Buck,” Sam makes a face and pats his partners’ shoulder mockingly.

You plant a kiss to Jake’s cheek, and he brushes his hand across your fingers to tell you that he is okay. You watch him and Daredevil with interest, hoping Jake might find a friend in the hero who protected his city with the same ferocity and passion as Jake protected Steven, Marc, and you.

“What’s up with the little horns, el diablo?” Jake asks. “What are you the hero of? Hell?”

“Hell’s Kitchen, and it’s Daredevil actually.”

Jake shoots you a glance then shifts his gaze back to Matt. A smile fills his features, a genuine one, and a second later the same expression appears on Matt’s face. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as they slip into easy conversation and you turn back to Sam and Bucky.

“You and Moon Knight, huh?” Sam frowns. “Guess Spidey was right.”

As if summoned by his name, the mysterious masked hero drops from the sky.

“Hey you guys! There’s another group heading our way.”

He starts to turn to Cap, notices Jake and does a double take to stare at the white costumed man, everyone else forgotten. Jake looks at him completely unimpressed.

“Oh my god, you’re Moon Knight!” Spider-Man’s voice has a youthfulness that always surprises you. “I love you! I wanted a cape because of you, but I gave up the idea pretty quick. I mean not in New York right? Handsy people. It would never have lasted. Wow! Mr. Knight, you are so cool.”

“Mr. Knight,” Steven tries out the name “I like that.”

“I hate it,” Marc replies.

“Well that seems like your problem don’t it? I’m keeping it. You can be Moon Knight. I’ll be Mr. Knight.”

“Marc, right?” Spidey asks, and you can practically see the mischief forming in the boys’ mind at his well-meaning mistake.

“I’m Jake.”

“Sorry! Jake-”

Jake’s expression changes, the suit shifting with him.

“Oops, Steven now,” Steven grins.

“O-Okay, Steven,” Spider-Man tries to keep up.

The suit changes as Marc fronts.

“Marc again,” he teases, messing with the young hero.

“Oh,” that catches Spidey off guard. “Nice to meet you, Marc.”

“Actually, Jake now.”

“Leave him alone, you three,” you glower at Jake but have to fight back a laugh.

You thanked any god you could think of that Spider-Man had been there with his goofy remarks and joking attitude to make it easier for Marc, Steven, and Jake to show off this particular skill set.

“Sorry, love.”

That’s Steven.

He adjusts his white suit jacket and grins at Spider-Man, ““You know, the cape is actually really overrated, kid.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” he lowers his voice and puts extra emphasis on the ‘man.’

“More like Spider-Kid,” Jake mutters.

Steven ignores his alter and nods conspiratorially to Spider-Man. He gives him a thumbs up like they just shared a secret.

“Figure out how to really punch criminals yet?” Daredevil snarks, tossing an arm across Spider-Man’s shoulders affectionately.

“I’m not beating the shit out of people,” he protests.

“It’s more efficient.”

“Whatever you say ‘really good lawyer.’”

You observe their interaction with some interest. Had Matt defended whoever was in the Spider-Man suit? No time for that now though, you realize as a mechanical whirring fills the air. You take a defensive stance at Steven’s side, Bucky to your right. Cap and Spidey leap into the air. Matt stands beside Steven.

Sam looks down at his makeshift team then out at the approaching mechanical army. They’re not much, but they’ll do.

“Avengers…”

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Trapped Together ~ Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! Takes place after Civil War

You have been working in the Avengers for two years as a mercenary. You would help build and rebuild weapons and when you fought, you fought with a silver sword and grenades. 

While you worked together with Nat and Clint often, the others had a lot of respect for you. Well most of them. One particular man that wasn't as keen was Bucky Barnes. He always seemed to piss you off or degrade your work. 

You actually thought Bucky was extremely attractive and kind to others but whenever he would degrade your work, you would feel your heart shatter. It made you feel like you meant nothing to him. 

Well Bucky thought opposite of that. You walked in with your head high and knowing how to make weapons. He could have kissed you then and there. But you couldn't love him. He's still in bad shape from after Wakanda. Sure he was "fixed" from the brainwashing but it scared him if it came back. It was easier to push away. It was easy to call you out harshly when you fixed his gun. 

You were working on Sam's Red Wing with him and noticed Bucky had walked in. 

"L/n, what are you doing? Trying to break Sam's Red Wing?" Bucky sneered before dropping a file on your table. 

"What did you drop Barnes?" You snapped back as Bucky rolled his eyes. 

"We're on a weekend case in Barcelona. Apparently there's  Hydra trying to build up there." Bucky explained before storming off. 

"I swear you two just need to kiss." Sam grumbled as you dropped your wrench on your foot. 

"Damn it!" You held your foot. "Why do you say that?"

"There's too much tension here." Sam chuckled as you two continued repairs.

It was a few days later when you wore some jeans and a tank top. You got your overnight bag and went to meet Bucky. Bucky was already at the helicarrier and glaring towards the door. 

"Ready to go?" You questioned.

"The sooner we can get this over with." Bucky grumbled as you sighed. 

You two sat as far from each other until the plane landed in Barcelona and near your hotel. You two entered your room and noticed you two had to share a bed. 

"I can-can sleep on the floor." You stuttered out as Bucky sighed. 

"No we both need our strength so just stay to your side. I'll get us some food." Bucky sighed. 

You sat your bag down and jumped in the shower while Bucky got food. Bucky got back before you got out of your shower. You did not know Bucky imagined sharing that shower with you and listening to the humming that he could barely hear. When he realized the water turned off, he immediately sat the food out. He already began to ate. 

"I see you grabbed some chops. Thanks." You said softly as you came out in a tank and shorts. 

"It's nothing L/n." Bucky said. 

The night went as well as it could. Bucky took a shower and you couldn’t help but stare at his body as he got out of the shower. You quickly went back to your phone as Bucky got into bed beside you. You felt your heart race as he laid down away from you. You sighed and laid down yourself.

When you woke up, there was breakfast out and Bucky was already dressed. He was loading his gun which he was having difficulties with. You got up with bed head and walked over to your bag to grab some wrenches.

“Here.” You said with a yawn as you tinkered with the gun. 

“What are you doing?” Bucky questioned with not as much haste. 

“I’m fixing your gun.” You said softly before handing it back and it was working better.

“I found breakfast for us.” Bucky said before working to get other things together.

“Thanks.” You said while munching on the omelette. 

After you ate the rest of breakfast and got some clothes on, you and Bucky ran out to the helicarrier to fly to the nearest base for Hydra. You and Bucky grabbed your weapons like his machine gun from Wakanda and your Claymore sword. You noticed Bucky was not as rude to you until the Hydra agents found you. 

“Damn it L/n! If you would have made a silencer on the gun, we would not be running!” Bucky screamed as you were following him.

“Will you shut up and keep running?! There’s like 30 agents firing.” You yelled before a bullet hit your shoulder. “Oww! Damn it!” 

You two ran into a nearby small room and quickly locked the door. The other Hydra agents came storming in and past your room that you two heard. You were grabbing your arm that was staining your hand red.

“Damn it, if we would have gotten rid of them. We would not have to deal with this. Now we have to wait for backup. You better hope we do not have to stay in this tiny room.” Bucky rambled while pacing in a small area where you could only pace three steps. 

“If you would quit rambling then maybe we can get out of this.” You said as Bucky was still pacing.

“If we would have had the damn silencer, we would be fine!” Bucky snapped before stopping his pacing. “You’re hurt?!”

“Now you notice.” You snapped. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“Here let me-”

“If you are just going to degrade me more then let me heal myself.” You snapped.

Bucky stopped and dropped down on his knees to grab a bandana that he had in his pocket. He touched your arm and you flinched.

“Sorry Y/n.” Bucky said as he opened your bag. “Do you have water that I can clean ?” 

“Back pocket.” You hissed as Bucky opened to find your med kit and water bottle.

As Bucky cleaned the wound and pulled out the bullet. He sighed and continued to wash some water over it before you heard more firing. You could hear Sam, Steve, Nat, and Tony outside the area yelling. You sighed in relief as Bucky wrapped your wound with a bandana.

“Bucky? Y/n?” You heard Steve yell as Bucky kicked the door to show where you two were. 

“There you two are! We got rid of the Hydra agents. Let’s get on the helicarrier.” Sam said as he noticed the already stained bandana. “Y/n! You’re hurt!” 

Sam immediately helped you up and you failed to notice Bucky’s hurt expression. He was thinking over the idea that you said you degraded him. He walked towards the helicarrier almost like a ghost. 

As you returned back to the base, Steve made you get your wound patched up and allowed you to take the next couple of days off. You hated having to not work in your mercenary room. You were listening to your favorite genre of music until you heard a knock. 

“Come in.” You said softly as you saw Bucky walk in. “Barnes, what are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior. Is it okay if I come over to you?” Bucky asked while scratching the back of his neck.

“Of course.” You said before patting the spot beside you. “FRIDAY, please turn down the music.”

“On it Ms. L/n.” FRIDAY said as Bucky walked over.

“Y/n, I never meant it to seem like I was degrading you when it came to your weapons or self. When you snapped that comment at me in the Hydra base, I was honestly surprised. I came off rude to you to protect yourself but I feel bad. I really do think you are a wonderful person.” Bucky explained as you smiled softly.

“Thank you for apologizing Bucky. I honestly thought you hated me so I kept to myself with Sam.” You explained as Bucky touched your hand.

“I could never hate you. Quite the opposite really.” Bucky said softly. 

“What do you mean?” You asked as you scooted closer to him.

“I fell for you Y/n. I figured you would not want to date a man from the ‘40s who has issues with his past.” Bucky explained as you shook your head.

“Bucky I don’t look at those issues. You were and are very brave.” You said to him as he turned your face to him.

“Is it okay if I kiss you? I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” Bucky said as you softly laughed.

“Always the gentleman.” You teased before kissing his lips.

As you two kissed each other, it was as if the kiss was conveying the emotions left unsaid. You were pushing passion and love in the kiss. Bucky reciprocated quickly and continued to kiss you till the two of you fell backwards. You were looking into his ice blue eyes and panting softly. The two of you laughed as Bucky fell beside you.

“I still hate that you got hurt.” Bucky said as you quickly did not make eye contact. “Y/n.”

“It was coming for you so I jumped into it.” You mumbled but you know he heard because he quickly turned to you.

“What?!” He exclaimed as you buried your face into his chest.

“It was coming for you and I did not want you to get hurt.” You said as he kissed your temple.

“Well from now on, I am going to protect you. Not the other way around.” He said softly as you smiled into his chest.

You failed to notice the cheering outside your door as Sam and Steve were rooting for this. They asked FRIDAY to see your room and make sure it was going smoothly. They noticed the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms and cheered quietly. For you and Bucky, the two of you slept until dinner was served which Bucky brought to you in bed. 

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Means to an End | Bucky Barnes x Reader

This is some hurt / comfort, cause you know that’s my fave. I saw a post like, a year ago, about this and of course I can’t find it now. But it’s been in my brain since then and I absolutely had to write something for it, since I still think about it all the time. 

Warnings: blood, Bucky injuries, talk of his past, angst

Hushed voices emanated from the hallway. They bickered and cursed at each other, one taunting while the other cautioned. Yeah, that sounded like Sam and Bucky. The two swatted at each other as they turned the corner and came into view- something was up.

“Sam, I swear to god-” Bucky said, but you cut him off. You launched your body into his and wrapped him in a long-overdue embrace, welcoming him home. He groaned as you collided with his battered form, but still managed a pained “hey, baby,” through his grimace. You didn’t like the sound.

“Is everything okay?” you pulled away, examining the large scrape on his cheek. Sam tried to chime in, but Bucky elbowed him in the ribs.

“I’m fine, doll. Just a little sore, you know?” he gave you a light kiss, “happy to be home, though.”

“Can’t imagine why you’d be sore…” Sam teased. He’d recovered from Bucky’s attack and had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Maybe it’s because you-”

Bucky shot him a warning glance.

But Sam was used to his colleague’s / partner’s / friend’s antics. “Oh, scary. So scary, Buck,” he laughed. “I was just gonna say, I bet you’re sore because you jumped outta that plane. You know, without a parachute.”

You pulled your arms from around Bucky’s neck, “You did what?”

“And show her your new racing stripe!” Sam goaded. “Show her!”

You narrowed your eyes at Bucky, “what’s he talking about? What ‘racing stripe’?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and muttered something about killing Sam. He unzipped his leather jacket and removed it with another groan. And as he slid his right arm out of the sleeve, you laid eyes on his ‘racing stripe’. An angry red wound scraped into his flesh from shoulder to wrist.

“Oh, Buck… this looks like- is that road rash?” you reached for his arm but quickly recoiled, afraid to hurt him.

It looked irritated and painful, and the surrounding skin flushed permanently red. Dried blood and pieces of gravel stuck to the nasty scab, and Bucky winced with each movement of his arm. He avoided eye contact as best he could. He knew how much you hated seeing him hurt, how upset you’d be about this massive injury. And he couldn’t bear to see it in your eyes.

“How’d this happen?”

No answer.

“Yeah, Buck,” Sam said. “How’d this happen?”

Bucky sighed. He played with his dog tags and let them clink against his metal fingers. He’d never lie to you, but didn’t like telling this type of truth. He mumbled the words at a nearly imperceptible volume.

“What?”

“Things got out of hand…” he said again, louder this time. “And I ended up under a truck.”

Once again, Sam jumped in. “A big truck. Kind of like an eighteen-wheeler. Going fast. Really fast. On the highway.”

Everything inside you crumbled as you imagined the concrete grinding away at Bucky’s flesh. It made you shudder. You knew there was a dark red stripe somewhere on that piece of road, Bucky’s blood staining the asphalt. The instant ease Bucky’s homecoming granted you quickly turned into thick pools of dread. Despair. Your chest ached. Between that and Bucky’s stunt with the plane, you couldn’t believe he made it home. But the alternative was too horrifying to imagine.

Bucky waited for you to get upset. The entire flight home, he dreaded telling you about the mission. He knew how things like this affected you, how unhappy you’d be when you saw his latest injuries. His pain often became your pain, and you worried. You’d worry yourself sick if he let you.

But you didn’t chastise him or cry, much to his surprise. “Okay, let’s um…” you examined his arm once again and felt your stomach flip. “Let’s get you upstairs. We need to clean this up.”

Bucky didn’t like the way you walked past him toward the elevator. He noted your slumped shoulders and tense jaw. Usually, you would’ve taken him by the hand and led him upstairs. When he returned from a mission, you wanted to touch him as much as humanly possible. Hand holding, hugging, kissing, cuddling- you couldn’t get enough. But this was different. You kept your hands to yourself and your eyes down, even as Bucky stood across from you in the small elevator.

He couldn’t recall a time when you’d been this mad at him. And he was scared- scared to lose you.

“Alright um, take a shower first, I guess,” you said when the two of you made it to your room. “And then I’ll give your arm a look.”

Bucky did as he was told, but didn’t get the usual sense of calm and relief in the warm shower. His massive abrasion stung under the hot water, and anxiety needled at his chest. He hated disappointing you. Hated knowing that he’d upset the one person he promised to take care of. Part of him wanted to stay in the shower as long as possible to avoid your heartbroken glance. But he knew he had to face you. To apologize for trying to hide the truth.

But when he got out of the shower, the tension rendered him speechless. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and took a seat on the edge of the tub at your request. He eyed the rigidity in your shoulders as you used tweezers to carefully pluck and dislodge pieces of debris from his wound. You dropped each bloody chunk of road into the waste basket, grimacing every time. Small pieces of gravel and even broken glass lay embedded in Bucky’s skin, and it was your job to complete the sickening scavenger hunt.

“Baby, I’m sorry…” Bucky said after a while. The silence threatened to drive him crazy, and he needed to make things right. “I wasn’t trying to lie to you. I just know you don’t like seeing me hurt, and-”

“It’s not about that,” you said as you dug another piece of gravel from his wound. You kept your eyes on your task, never meeting his gaze.

It wasn’t what Bucky expected you to say. He took a moment and racked his brain, “then I- why are you angry, doll?”

A massive huff left your chest, like you’d been holding your breath since the moment he returned home. “Because being angry is the only choice I have”.

With that, you turned away from Bucky and rested your head in your hands. The bloodied tweezers fell to the floor with a metallic clink, shooting tiny droplets of blood across the tile. Dark storm clouds rolled over you and thunder clapped inside your chest.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“If I’m not angry, I’m- I’ll fall apart.”

Bucky watched you struggle to keep your composure. An internal debate rose within him as the urge to comfort you surfaced. You always loved his warm touch in times of turmoil, but this was different. You were mad at him, you hadn’t touched him since he got home- save for the cleaning of his wound.

But he ached to comfort you. And so he rested a hand on your back and softly called your name, but it only seemed to make things worse. He felt your heaving breaths and rapid heartrate in his palm. You were far gone, and it was all his fault.

“Can you talk to me, doll?” He scratched lightly against your spine like you always did for him when he got lost in his mind. His hand called you back to the present, saving you from drowning in the storm.

“Every time I go on a mission- whether you’re coming with me or not- you make me promise to be careful,” you said. “To not take any unnecessary risks. To come home safe.”

Bucky nodded.

“And I tell you the exact same thing.”

He nodded again.

Your voice broke, “But you don’t keep your promise.” You pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “You’re always jumping off overpasses or running into gunfire without an escape, without backup. And then you come home half-dead and bleeding and it scares the hell out of me.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say, how to fix the situation. “I’m sorry, I- I do what I have to do…” he said quietly. “I do whatever it takes to complete the job-”

“No,” you finally turned to face him. “You go way above and beyond. You put yourself in danger on purpose. You throw yourself into near-death experiences and treat your body like it’s disposable. You have no sense of self-preservation.” You held up a hand, silencing Bucky’s rebuttal. “I know, you have the serum. And that’s great. But that doesn’t mean you have to push it to its limit. Are you trying to see just how badly you can hurt yourself before it won’t heal you anymore?”

Tears streamed freely down your face. “You tell me every time I leave for a mission that you need me to come home to you in one piece. Well, I need you to come home to me- and not in a body bag.”

Bucky remained silent.

“How would you feel if I jumped out of a plane without a parachute? Or hung on to the bottom of a moving truck?”

Bucky shook his head, “that’s different. I’m a super soldier, I can’t-”

“It doesn’t matter! I bet you wouldn’t want me doing those things even if I had the serum. Right?”

Bucky didn’t answer.

“Right, Buck?”

Finally, he nodded.

“So why is it okay for you to put your life at risk- serum or not? You always say you can’t imagine living in a world without me, but you don’t think about how every mission you go on brings me closer to a world without you.”

It was then that you fell apart. You collapsed against Bucky and slid to the floor, your body finally giving out. You sobbed and heaved until your chest burned- and you feared that someday soon, you’d be crying like this over his casket.

He whispered apologies against your hair for what felt like hours until you finally cried yourself out. And cursed himself for being so reckless.

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t try to pick the most dangerous option, I just-” he grimaced, “it’s what I’m used to.”

You pulled your head from his chest and gave him a quizzical look.

Bucky sighed. He hated blaming his less than stellar behaviors on his past. It felt to him like a crutch, like an excuse. But it was the truth, no matter how unsavory.

“I mean, when I was the-” he gritted his teeth. “When I was at Hydra, the only thing that mattered was finishing the job. That was the priority, not my safety. Not my well-being. I did what I had to do.”

Of course. The puzzle pieces fell together and showed you the picture of Bucky’s past, the reasoning behind his actions. And suddenly, you hated yourself for getting so upset.

“Shit, Buck- I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“Baby, it’s okay. I completely understand what you’re saying…” He pulled you a bit tighter and hummed in approval as you nestled into his chest. “My brain just goes into autopilot on missions. I revert to my old ways of operating- and if that means throwing myself through a brick wall or jumping off a bridge, I just do it. I don’t question it or rethink my options. It’s almost like I don’t have control. I can’t- I don’t think of myself as anything other than a means to an end. A weapon.”

“You’re not a means to an end,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “Yeah, you’re an agent and you’re good at what you do. But that’s not your identity. You’re your own person now.”

Bucky shrugged. He struggled with his self-image, his self-worth.

“Buck, you’re everything to me. You’re the only person I’ll ever want- you’re the love of my life.” You rested your palm against his bruised cheek, “So if you can’t think of yourself as anything other than a weapon- think about how much I love you, how destroyed I’d be if something happened to you. Think about me. And maybe that’s selfish of me to say but I don’t care. I need you.”

You sat together for a long quiet moment. Bucky wiped at your tears and pulled you into his body once more- neither of you knew what to say. But the silence ate away at him. He hated upsetting you, hated knowing what he’d put you through. He knew how much he worried about you on missions- and you were the one who kept your promise to be safe. He couldn’t imagine the anxiety you experienced upon hearing the stupid shit he’d done.

“I’m sorry…” he pressed a kiss to your hair. “It’s not fair to you for me to pull stunts like this. I’d feel the same way if you did the things I did. The anxiety would kill me-”

“Yeah,” you said, “It’s been eating me alive. You have no idea how much you mean to me, how important you are. I need you to treat yourself with care. Because you’re not disposable, Buck. And I don’t know what I’d do without you. ”

He apologized again and again- for having tunnel vision, for taking risks, for putting you through hell. “I promise I’ll be smarter.  I’m gonna do better, I won’t do that kind of thing anymore. I swear.” He leaned down for a kiss, but quickly pulled back, “And I’ll actually keep my promise this time.”

After another long moment of silence and tears, you got to work on his arm once more. Bucky thanked you time and time again for your gentle care, for your patience. It took longer than either of you thought to dig every piece of highway out of his skin. But you did it without hurting him or making him bleed.

“Alright, let’s get you into bed, sarge.”

Bucky groaned as you helped him up, and let out another pained sound when he collapsed into bed. But his sore muscles and battered body didn’t stop him from pulling you into his chest. He held you with an almost bruising intensity, reveling in the feeling of being reunited with his best girl.

“I was being really stupid…” he said with his eyes closed. “And selfish.”

“It’s not your fault. You just do what you know. I can’t blame you- I just want this”, you nuzzled your head against his chest. “I want to keep you for as long as possible.”

“And I want to keep you till my time’s up,” he said. “I’m not gonna risk it anymore. I can’t believe I let myself jeopardize this.” He held you a bit tighter, like he feared you’d disappear. “You’re too important. This is too important.”

Bucky swearing off death defying stunts eased your anxiety. You made him switch positions with you and pulled his head into your chest with gentle hands. He let out a long sigh, one of exhaustion and contentment and peace. He yawned against your skin, and you knew he’d soon be out for the night.

But before he fell asleep, he found the energy to make one last promise. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore…” he said. “From now on, I’m gonna make Sam do all the hard stuff."

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A Comforting Quiet Day in the Bunker

Summary - Part 56 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

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A/N: Another slow-ish fluffy chapter this week. I think we’re getting close to wrapping this all up soon. I’ve loved this story so much and love all of you who have been reading along too!

You wake up to a cold empty bed, which at first is a shock but you quickly accept it. You know Dean never really sleeps well with Destiny in the bed with you. He’s such a light sleeper and she wriggles so much. You also know that with the events yesterday, he would never complain. You pull yourself out of the bed just as the door swings open.

“Morning, Mamma Y/N,” Destiny says as she jumps up on the bed. Dean follows quietly behind her, his hands full with a tray stacked with pancakes, fruits and coffee.

“What’s all this?” You ask as you sit back down leaning against the headboard. Dean carefully joins you both, placing the tray gently in the middle of the bed.

“Just showing how much we love you,” Dean says as he leans past Destiny to peck your lips. He then hands you a mug of coffee, made exactly as you like it, before placing a mug of his own on his bedside table. “I spoke to Bobby this morning. He thinks we’re overreacting. He doesn’t know of any hunts in our area nor of any hunter families with two young girls. Plus, few hunters would dare mess with the Winchesters.”

“Oh, I’m glad I’m a Winchester then,” you reply.

Destiny looks at you hopefully, “Am I? Am I a Win… Chester?”

You look at Dean questioningly. He nods. “Yeah. If you want.”

“Yay!” 

You smile as you dig into the delicious tray of pancakes and fruit. 

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After breakfast, Destiny runs off to her room to play while you and Dean stay in bed a while longer. You know he can’t have gotten much sleep last night and you’re in no rush to leave his arms, so you enjoy being cuddled up in his embrace.

“I ever tell you I spent time at a boy's home?” Dean asks softly.

“No? What was that like?”

“I’ve never actually admitted it to anyone, but it was some of the best months of my life. That was the last time I truly let myself believe I could get out of the hunting life. I told Sam it wasn’t for me, but in truth, I wanted to stay. Baby, I really wanted to stay. I had my first real crush there, was gonna go to my first real school dance. It was great, I was able to just be me. Not a hunter or a killer, just a normal teenage kid.”

“So, why’d you leave? I know how strong you are, if you wanted to stay you could have found a way.”

“The night of the dance…Dad came back, said he had a job. The guy that ran the place, Sonny, he said he was willing to stick his neck out for me, tell my dad to go jump, you know? I almost took him up on it too. But…” Dean sighs and leans his head on yours. “But I heard the car horn and I looked out the window. There was Sam, so young and innocent, leaning out the back window playing with this toy plane and I couldn’t help but smile. I ended up in the home because I stole bread to feed him, how could I leave him alone with dad and all that crap? It’s always been my job to protect Sammy. That was the role given to me at four years old. I’m his big brother…” 

You feel a tear drip down into your hair. “Dean, Honey.” You turn around in his arms and cradle his face. You place a soft kiss on his lips as your thumbs wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been so hard to experience all that and then give it up. You’re an amazing brother, but you’ve paid such a high cost for that.” You kiss him again softly. “You know I love hearing stories from your past, but I gotta ask: what made you open up now?” He shakes his head and shrugs. You let him rest his head on your shoulder as you hold him close from your place in his lap. “It’s okay, we don’t have to talk, we can just cuddle. It’s alright.”

After a while, he lifts his head and says, “It’s just everything. This new glimmer of hope. The new house. Adopting that little girl into our little family. Considering going back to my original dream career…When I was at the boys home I told this girl that I would have loved to work with cars when I grew up. I think a lot of that inspiration came from Bobby, but it was a passion of mine.”

“You do love that car. I’ve seen how happy and proud you are whenever you wash her or fix her up.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just Baby. I also loved working on that red car for you. You know how I feel about planes, so to me, cars our our key to the world. And they’re just so interesting.”

You smile, loving seeing him so happy and passionate. Dean sighs. “I also told her I wanted to be a rockstar…”

“Dean? Have you been holding out on me all this time? Can you play the guitar?”

“If I had a guitar Dad would’ve broken it down for a weapon or firewood. I wouldn’t mind learning now though, since we’re gonna have more time on our hands.”

“I think I could handle being married to a rockstar…”

Dean smirks and takes hold of your waist as he kisses you deeply. He then trails kisses down your neck as he grinds his hips against yours. “Yeah? How about a sex god?”

“You have an awfully big ego there, Mr Winchester. I hope you can back it up.”

“Is that a challenge?” His now dark lust-filled eyes meet yours briefly as you wink at him. “Oh, bring it on, Mrs Winchester. I hope you’re ready.”

Dean takes his time teasing you; kissing down your neck, his hands roaming over your body, his hands and lips paying special attention to your breasts once he frees you from your shirt. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your stomach on the way to the waistband of your pants. He pulls the elastic between his teeth and pulls back, but as he does a knock on the door startles you both, causing him to growl. The elastic slips free and snaps harshly against your skin causing you to let out a soft groan. 

Dean drops his head so his forehead is resting on your stomach. “I can’t take much more of this, Baby. I need you…”

“I know…” You quickly sit up and pull your shirt back over your head as you call out, “Come in.”

The door swings open to reveal the taller Winchester. Dean looks over his shoulder briefly and shoots daggers at his brother before dropping his head back to your stomach with a groan. “You have exactly five seconds to close that door before I come over there and kill you.”

You smack Dean’s shoulder. “Ignore him. What’s up, Sam?”

“You know, Dean? You guys came home in the middle of my date so you can go screw yourself.”

“If you don’t hurry up and close that door then I’m going to have to!”

“I really don’t feel bad, sorry Dean.”

“Alright, that’s enough from both of you!” you say flatly cutting them both off. “Sam, we had a damn good reason for interrupting and you know it. And Dean, it’s just sex, you’ll survive. 

Dean lifts his head to glare at you. “Just? Just sex? Really?”

You shake your head at him before looking back over at Sam. “Anyway, what do you need, Sam?”

“Eileen caught a case, I’m gonna go with. Just wanted to let you know. Oh, and…Your daughter’s hungry and the fridge is almost empty. But anyway, you guys have a great day. I’ll be back in a few days.”

Dean growls, “Bitch!”

“Jerk!”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at their childish antics. “Be safe, Sam.”

“Always.” He closes the door behind him and you listen as his heavy footsteps retreat down the hall.

“I can’t wait to move into that house where he can’t interrupt us anymore…” Dean sighs.

“Alright, Grumpy. Sounds like reality calls. Let’s go have lunch and then go get some groceries. Maybe we can even stop by the place and start getting measurements for new furniture.”

“Fine…” Dean grumbles but gets up with you and gets dressed in his normal attire.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sympathy For The Devil

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Come on!" Dean shouts as he grabs both me and Sam and pulls us away from the sigil. We run but the doors slam shut. We go and rattle the door but it wouldn't budge and the light was seeping through the door. Then there was a high-pitch noise sounding out in the room. Sam looks at me and Dean then we look back at the light, I squeeze my eyes shut then cover my ears and fall to my knees, as does the boys.

Suddenly, everything stopped and it felt like I was sitting on something. I open my eyes and realized that I was sitting in a plane. I look to my right and see Sam sitting next to me in the seat and I turn left to see Dean in a seat across the side aisle of it. "What the hell?" Dean asked us, the look of astonished and shock on his face. "I don't know." I said and I look over at Sam, who shrugs and shakes his head.

"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore—" the pilot on the intercom said and I turn to Dean. "Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" I asked him and he nods.

"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to—Holy crap!" the pilot exclaimed and then the plane shakes and goes off kilter, people were thrown around and screaming. Oxygen masks drop down and the boys and I grab our masks as a white light outside the window grows blinding, the high-pitched noise coming back.

*3rd Person POV*

"And Governor O'Malley urged calm, saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown." the radio announcer said through the radio of the rented car Sam and Dean got. (Y/n) had gotten her motorcycle back after the boys took her back to Cold Springs, she follows close behind them as they ride throw town.

"Change the station." Dean tells Sam and he pokes a button on the digital radio.

"—Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area—"

"—announced a successful test of the North Korean nuclear—"

"—a series of tremors—"

"—swine flu—"

The radio shuts off and Sam sighs as silence befalls the brothers. "Dean, look—" Sam starts to say but Dean shakes his head. "Don't say anything." he said and there was a pause of silence. "It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?" Dean said. "Yeah, okay." Sam mutters.

"All right, well, first things first—How did we end up on Soul Plane?" Dean asked. "Angels, maybe? I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?" Sam suggests. "Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas and Ariel." Dean said and Sam turns his head. "Who's Ariel?" Sam asked. "She's another angel. Didn't really get to know her much but...after we find them, I've got some questions for her." Dean said as they continue to drive.

The trio walk through Chuck's devastated house. Suddenly,  there was a nois and they both turn but nothing. They keep looking around until Chuck jumps out and hits Sam on the head with a toilet plunger. Sam stumbles back, hand to his head. "Geez! Ow!" he shouts.

"Sam." Chuck said, confused. "Yeah!" Sam yells. "Hey, Chuck." Dean and (y/n) said and Chuck stares at them then back to Sam. "So...you're okay?" he asked him. "Well, my head hurts." Sam groans. "No, I mean—I mean, my—My last vision. You went, like, full-on Vader. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black." Chuck said and (y/n) furrows her brow.

"Your eyes went black?" she asked Sam, who looks back over his shoulder. "I didn't know." he said. "Where's Cas and Ariel?" Dean asked Chuck. "They're dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of them. I'm sorry." Chuck said, sadly. "You're sure? I mean, maybe they just vanished into the light or something." (y/n) said, in denial. "Oh, no. Both of them, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup." Chuck said.

Sam takes a closer look at Chuck and waves a hand at his own left ear. "You got a—" he said and Chuck waves a hand at his own right ear. "Uh...right here?" he asked and Sam indicates the other side of Chuck's head. "Uh, the..." Sam said as Chuck feels at his hair.

"Oh. Oh, God." Chuck groans as he pulls something out. "Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair?" he asked and the trio noticed that it was, indeed, a molar. "This has been a really stressful day." Chuck grumbles whole Dean sighs.

"Cas, you stupid bastard." Dean mutters. "Stupid? He and Ariel werr trying to help us." (y/n) said to him. "Yeah, exactly." Dean exclaims.

"So, what now?" Sam asked. "I don't know." Dean yells. "Oh, crap." Chuck said, looking uncomfortable. "What?" (y/n) asked him. "I can feel them." Chuck said, upset. "Thought we'd find you here." a voice said and the boys and (y/n) turn around to see Zachariah and two other angels standing behind them.

"Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us." Zachariah said and Dean points at him. "You just keep your distance, asshat." Dean growls. "You're upset." Zachariah said, unfazed. "Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" Dean shouts. "Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right, Sammy?" Zachariah said and he winks at Sam, who looks down in guilt.

"You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not, it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the same team again." Zachariah said. "Is that so?" Dean asked, suspiciously. "You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy." said Zachariah.

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Dean asked then he shakes his head. "Cram it with walnuts, ugly." he spat and Zachariah starts to get angry. "This isn't a game, son. Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel." Zachariah said.

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" (Y/n) asked, confused. "He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies—the greatest hits." Zachariah said then he turns to Dean. "You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help." he said. "You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!" Dean yells, angrily.

"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did?" Zachariah asked but then he noticed Dean's hand was bleeding. "You're bleeding." he points out. "Oh, yeah—a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean said and he slaps his bloody hand on an Angel Banishing Sigil drawn behind a door. "No!" Zachariah shouts and Sam, (y/n) and Chuck flinch as a white light flashes and the angels vanish.

"Learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch." Dean spat. "This sucks ass." Chuck sighs, depressed.

Sam rushes down a staircase, past a couple making out, and enters the motel. Dean loads a gun while (y/n) sat on the bed, her hands clasped in front of her face. Sam enters the room. "Hey." Dean said as (y/n) raises her head to him. "Hey." Sam said as he closes the door, pulls something out of his shirt, and tosses it to Dean. Dean catches it and examines it. "Here. Hex bags. No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter." Sam said as (y/n) looks over at it.

"Where'd you get it?" she asked him. "I made it." Sam replied. "How?" Dean and (y/n) asked. Sam hesitates long enough for Dean and (y/n) to look up at him. "I...I learned it from Ruby." Sam said and Dean puts the gun down and approaches Sam.

"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" he asked him. "I-it's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever...put me on that plane cleaned me right up." Sam said. "Supernatural methadone." (y/n) jokes. "Yeah, I guess." Sam said and he pauses.

"Guys--" he started to say but Dean interrupts him. "Sam." He said as he turns away. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." he said. "Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right—" Sam said. "So why do you keep bringing it up?!" Dean asked, loudly, and Sam sighs while (y/n) jumped slightly at this. 

Dean then turns back to him. "Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it." he said and Sam nods. "All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?" Dean asked. "We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is." Sam said. "All right. So we just got to find...the devil." (y/n) said, giving a slight shrug.

Meanwhile, a woman named Becky, whose bedroom walls have poster-size prints of the covers of Carver Edlund's Supernatural: Route 667 and Supernatural: The Benders, sits at her computer, typing and reading aloud. "And then Sam touched—" she stopped then shakes her head, backspace a bit then continues to write. "No. —caressed (y/n)'s clavicle with one hand and her cheek with the other. 'This is wrong,' said (y/n). 'You know I'm with Dean.' She said but her eyes were filled with lust and excitement. 'Then I don't want to be right,' replied Sam, in a husky voice, and he leans into her and presses a firm kiss to (y/n)'s lips. She was shocked at first but then excitement overtakes her as she wraps her arms around Sam's strong, broad shoulders."

Suddenly, she gets a message which appears on her screen: CARVER EDLUND CALLING. She frowns and clicks Accept. The window expands to a videophone: it's Chuck. He glances over his shoulder and back while Becky covers her mouth, excited enough that it causes her difficulty speaking.

"Oh...my...God. You. You're..." she stammers, excitedly. "Carver Edlund, yeah. Hi, Becky." Chuck said. "You got my letters. And my marzipan." Becky exclaims while Chuck can't quite meet her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Um...yummy. But, uh—" he stammers. "I am your number-one fan. You know, I'm samlicker81." she said.

"I'm sorry. You're—You're what?" Chuck asked. "Webmistress at morethanjustfriends dot net?" Becky said. "Oh. Yeah. No, yeah. You're my...number-one fan." he said and Becky grins. "That's why I contacted you. You're the only one who will believe me." he said, looking heavenward.

Becky frowns, concerned. "Are you all right?" she asked. "No. I'm being watched. Okay, not, not now—at least, I don't think so. But I don't have much time. I need your help." Chuck said and Becky switches back to overexcited. "You need my help?" she asked, excitedly. 

"That's right. I need you to get a message to Sam, Dean and (y/n). Okay?" He said and Becky sighs, reality intruding. "Look, Mr. Edlund...Yes, I'm a fan, but I really don't appreciate being mocked. I know that Supernatural's just a book, okay? I know the difference between fantasy and reality." she said, sternly. "Becky, it's all real." Chuck said, frantically. And Becky snaps back to overexcitedness. "I knew it!" she screams.

Back at the hotel, Sam stares at John's journal while (y/n) and Dean were watching TV. (Y/n) was sitting up on the bed while Dean was laying across the bed, his head on her lap. "How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all at the same time, all around the globe?" the man on the TV asked to an environmentalist. "Two words. Carbon emissions." he said and (y/n) shakes her head in disbelief at this as she runs her fingers through Dean's hair. "Yeah, right, wavy gravy." Dean scoffs, sarcastically.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Dean sits up, quickly, and pulls his gun as (y/n) pulls her own gun while Sam answers the door. It's Becky, who is excited she's having trouble breathing.

"You okay, lady?" Sam asked her. "Sam...is it really you?" she asked him, her voice shaking. Sam glances back at Dean and (y/n). Becky steps closer and puts a hand on Sam's chest. "And you're so firm." she said and Sam raises an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, do I know you?" he asked her and Becky pulls back. Sam continues to stare, bewildered, while Dean and (y/n) share a look. "No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester." Becky said then she looks over at (y/n). "Oh my God! You're (y/n) (l/n)! You're so pretty!" Becky exclaimed and (y/n) furrows her brow in confusion. "Uh, thank you?" (Y/n) said, not sure how to take this, then Becky looks at Dean, who's staring at her, his gun hand out of sight.

"And you're—not what I pictured." she said, a bit disappointed, to Dean, who seemed a bit offended. "I'm Becky." She introduced as she pushes past Sam into the room. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few—" she said then she glances down, giggling a little.

"Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were." She said and Dean and (y/n) stand up. "Chuck?" Dean asked as Sam closes the door. "He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." Becky said. "Right. Just, um...what's the message?" Sam asked her.

"He had a vision. The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it." Becky said. "The Michael sword?" (y/n) asked, confusion. "Becky, does he know where it is?" Sam asked him. "In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs." she replied. "Forty-two dogs?" Dean said, confused.  "Are...you sure you got that right?" Sam asked her. "It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." Becky said then she steps closer to Sam.

"I memorized every word." She said then she touches Sam's chest. "For you." she said and Sam glances at Dean and (y/n) then back down at Becky. "Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?" he asked her. "No." she whispers and (y/n) bites her lips as she holds back a laugh.

*(y/n) POV*

After the crazy girl left, we called up Bobby to come see us. Few hours later, there was a knock at the door and Dean goes to open it, revealing Bobby. "Hey, Bobby." Dean said and he and Bobby hug. "Hey..." I greet him and Bobby goes to hug me too.

"Good to see you three all in one piece." Bobby said as he goes to hug Sam and Dean closes the door. "You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asked him. "You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new superfan?" Bobby asked and Sam and I laugh.

"You heard." Sam said. "I heard, Romeo." Bobby jokes and Sam rolls his eyes. "So...sword of Michael, huh?" Bobby asked. "You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?" I asked Bobby. "You better friggin' hope so." Bobby said.

Minutes later, Bobby opens a book to a painting of Michael surrounded by other angels. In this painting, Michael looks like a winged woman and the other angels like naked babies with wings. "That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got." Bobby said as Sam flips to another painting. Again, Michael has a feminine face.

"You kidding me? Tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett." Dean jokes and I chuckle. "Well, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword." Bobby said as he points to the sword in the painted Michael's hand.

"So if we can find it..." Bobby said. "We can kick the devil's ass all over again." I said and Bobby nods. "All right. So, where do we start?" Sam asked. "Divvy up and start reading—try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense." Bobby said and Sam gets up and heads for a pile of old books and stares at the books for a long moment, not reaching for them.

"Kid? You all right?" Bobby asked then Sam turns to Bobby. "No, actually. Bobby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry." he said. "Sam..." Dean and I said, warningly. "Lilith did not break the final seal. Lilith was the final seal." Sam explains. "Sam, stop it." Dean yells but Sam continues.

"I killed her, and I set Lucifer free." Sam admits and Bobby looked taken aback. "You what?" he said, shocked. "You guys warned me about Ruby, the demon blood, but I didn't listen. I brought this on." Sam said while Dean and I don't say anything.

Bobby then stands and walks closer to Sam. "You're damn right you didn't listen. You were reckless and selfish and arrogant." he yells at Sam. "I'm sorry." Sam said, apologetically. "Oh, yeah? You're sorry you started Armageddon? This kind of thing don't get forgiven, boy. If, by some miracle, we pull this off...I want you to lose my number. You understand me?" Bobby yells at Sam, who nods. Dean doesn't protest but I couldn't hold back.

"Bobby, isn't that a bit harsh? I mean, yes, Sam screwed up but we are gonna fix it." I defended and Bobby turns to me. "Don't you dare argue with me, girl." Bobby growls at me and I glare at him. "I'll do whatever the hell I want!" I yelled while Dean holds me back.

"(Y/n), it's okay." Sam tells me then he sighs. "There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there." Sam tells Bobby. "Yeah. You do that." Bobby growls and Sam starts to leave the room. "I'll go with him." I said then I walk pass Dean and glare at Bobby as I walk up to Sam and we leave the room.

As Sam shuts the door behind us, I curse under my breath. "Can't believe him..." I muttered and Sam sighs. "(Y/n), I appreciate you standing up for me but...honestly, I deserve it." Sam said and I turn to him. "No, you don't." I said. "Yes, I do. This is all my fault. I didn't listen to you or Dean." He said and I frown. 

“Sam you didn’t know what was gonna happen.” I said. “That doesn’t make it alright. I…I started the apocalypse (Y/n).” Sam said. “I know and we’ll fix it.” I assured him. Sam shakes his head and looks down. “Hey.” I said softly, place my hand on his arm. Sam lifted his head slightly to look at me. “We will Sam. I know things are pretty mess up right now, but all that matters is that we’re all together again. Let’s just take this one step at a time.” I said.

“Aren’t you mad at me? For Ruby and everything else?” Sam asked. “Of course I’m mad.” I replied, slightly raising my voice a little by accident. Sam nodded and looks down again, like a dog that’s knows it’s in trouble.

“But you’re still my best friend Sam.” I added and Sam look up to meet my eyes. “And I can’t blame you for wanting to kill Lilith. I still think about that horrible night we lost Dean and those four terrible months we had to live without him, because of her. Honestly I think a part of me would have done the same and that scares me.” I explained, averting my gaze as I felt tears building up from thinking about Dean’s death.

I roughly wipe my eyes and look back up at Sam. “But what’s done is done and right now…I’m just glad you’re okay.” I said. Sam smiles, tearfully, and steps closer, to hug me. “Thank you, (Y/n).” He whispered, burying his face in my shoulder. “Anytime Sammy.” I said, patting his back, reassuringly.

*3rd Person POV*

Bobby and Dean were sitting, doing research, when Bobby speaks up. "I never would have guessed that your daddy was right." He said. "About what?" Dean asked him. "About your brother." Bobby replied and Dean looks up

"What John said—you save Sam or kill him. Maybe..." Bobby trails off. "Maybe what?" Dean asked him. "Maybe we shouldn't have tried so hard to save him." Bobby said. "Bobby." Dean said, exasperated.

"He ended the world, Dean. And you, (y/n) and I weren't strong enough to stop him proper. That's on us. I'm just saying, your dad was right." Bobby said then an idea comes to Dean. "Dad." he mutters then he rummages through his bag and pulls out a plastic Ziplock full of cards. "It's got to be in here somewhere." Dean mutters.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bobby asked. "Here." said Dean as he pulls a card out and reads it. Bobby stands up as Dean walks over to him. "I don't believe it." Dean whispers. "What the hell is it?" Bobby asked. "It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it." he said and Bobby takes the card.

"Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill." He reads. "Castle on a hill of forty-two dogs." Dean recites as he takes the card back. "So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?" Bobby asked. "I don't know. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant." Dean said. "Yeah. Okay. It's good enough for me." Bobby said before he attacks Dean, knocking him through the barrier between the kitchenette and the beds.

Bobby then yanks Dean up and slams him down again as his eyes go black.

Bobby grabs Dean by the throat and drags him to his feet just as a female demon enters, a male demon came up behind her. "I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so V.I.P." the female demon said then she sees Ruby's knife on the table and picks it up. "I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago." she said as she turns to Dean

"Ruby." Dean said and the female demon shakes her head. "Try again. Go back further." She said, a small smile forming on her face, and Dean's face lights up with realization. "Meg?" he said and her smile grows. "Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's heaven on earth. Or hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket." she said and Dean rolls his eyes. "My God, you like the sound of your own voice." he snarks.

"But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon—every single one—is just dying for a piece of you." Meg said and Dean smirks. "Get in line." Dean said. "Oh, I'm in the front of the line, baby. Let's ride." she said then she kisses Dean.

"What is that, peanut butter?" Dean asked after she pulls back from the kiss. "You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there. And I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you." Meg said and she hands the knife to Bobby, who raises it to Dean's throat as he struggles.

"Bobby!" Dean shouts and Bobby looks back at Meg. "Now!" Meg shouts and Bobby raises the knife to stab Dean. "Bobby! No!" Dean yells and the black fades from Bobby's eyes. The knife comes down and Bobby flashes gold as the demon in him dies, Bobby had stabbed himself. He collapses as Dean rushes Meg and the male demon.

The male demon slams Dean into the wall then the floor. Sam and (y/n) enter and see Bobby on the floor, bleeding, and Dean getting beaten.

"No!" Sam and (y/n) shouted when Meg turns to them. "Heya, Sammy and (y/n). You two miss me? 'Cause I sure missed both of you." she said. "Meg?" Sam said and she grins. Sam swings and misses then Meg kicks him in the crotch and knocks him to the ground while the male demon continues to beat Dean up.

"It's not so easy without those super-special demon powers, huh, Sammy?" Meg said a she goes to punch Sam but then her and her comrade were thrown off of the boys. "He may not have them, but I still do." (Y/n) growls as her hand was held out towards Meg then Dean grabs the knife out of Bobby's stomach and stabs the male demon in the chest, killing him.

Meg tries to get up but (y/n) uses her power to hold her down. "Besides, you and me have some unfinished business, bitch." (Y/n) growls but then Meg screams and smokes out of the woman, who collapses. (Y/n) lowers her hand and let's out a heavy sigh at this then her and Dean share a look.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I burst into a hospital emergency room, Sam and Dean carrying Bobby. "Need some help here!" Dean shouts as we run in. "What happened?" the nurse asked once she jumps up from her chair. "He was stabbed." Sam said then the nurse turns to a couple nurses nearby.

"Can we get a gurney?" she asked and the two nurses rush a gurney over to Bobby. "Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay." Dean said as we get Bobby onto the gurney and the nurses rush him off, the boys and I follow him until the nurse stops us.

"Just wait here." she tells us. "We can't just leave him." I said, frantically. "Just don't move. I've got questions." the nurse said and she leaves. "Guys, we got to go." Dean tells us and I shake my head. "No." I said. "No way, Dean." Sam said. "The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already. Come on!" Dean said and he leaves; Sam and I follow him as they head to the Impala and I got on my bike.

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala after we make it to these storage building. We load guns and close the trunk then Dean unlocks the storage room, Sam and I stand watch. Minutes later, we enter the room, our shotguns ready. Then we found dead demons sprawled across the floor.

"I see you told the demons where the sword is." a voice said and we turn to see Zachariah and two other angels with him. "Oh, thank God. The angels are here." Dean said, sarcastically. "And to think...they could have grabbed it any time they wanted." Zachariah said then he waves a hand to close the door. "It was right in front of them." he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck's skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn't find it. Until now. You've just hand-delivered it to us." Zachariah said to us and Sam and I share a confused look as Dean said. "We don't have anything."

cIt's you, chucklehead. You're the Michael sword." Zachariah said to Dean, who stares at him in shock. "What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You're just a human, Dean. And not much of one." Zachariah said and my fist clenched at this.

"What do you mean, I'm the sword?" Dean asked them. "You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his...receptacle." Zachariah replied. "I'm a vessel?" Dean said, confused. "You're the vessel. Michael's vessel." Zachariah said.

"How? Why—why me?" Dean asked. "Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean." Zachariah said, a smile on his face. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks." Dean said and Zachariah chuckles a bit. "Joking. Always joking." he said then his face goes serious. "Well...no more jokes."

Then Zachariah raises one hand, fingers like a gun, and points at Dean, then shifts to me. "Bang." he said then I felt my legs break and I collapse on the ground, screaming in pain. "God!" I screamed. "(Y/n)!" Sam shouts, panicked. "You son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, angrily, as my eyes filled with tears.

"Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than her legs. And then it will be Sam's turn. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?" Zachariah yells at Dean. "How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?" Dean asked him while I take deep breathes and Sam kneels down to me. "Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive." Zachariah said.

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin." Dean said. "Unfortunately, yes." said Zachariah. "Well, there's got to be another way." Dean said, desperately. "There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written." Zachariah said, firmly. "Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand...Eat me. The answer's no." Dean said, standing his ground.

"Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again." Zachariah said and I glance up at Dean.

"No." Dean said, firmly, and Zachariah frowns. "Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach cancer?" he said then Dean doubles over, coughing. He spits into his palm, where there was blood. "No." Dean groans while Sam looks between me and Dean. "Then let's get really creative. Uh, let's see how...Sam does without his lungs." Zachariah said and Sam starts to gasp for breath.

"Sam! Dean!" I cried. "Are we having fun yet? You're going to say yes, Dean." Zachariah said then Dean raises his head to him. "Just kill us." he spat at him. "Kill you? Oh, no. I'm just getting started." Zachariah said, and he sounded like he was getting some sick pleasure from this.

Then a two bright lights flash and Zachariah turns to see both Angles collapse, a bloody hole in their throats. There stood Castiel and Ariel and Zachariah looked stunned. "How are you..." Zachariah stammers "Alive? That's a good question." Castiel growls then Zachariah turns to Ariel. "Ariel? Y-You...we thought..." he said and Ariel shakes her head.

"How did these three end up on that airplane? Another good question. 'Cause the angels didn't do it. I think we know the answer, don't we?" Ariel said, sternly, to Zachariah. "No. That's not possible." Zachariah said, shocked. "It scares you. Well, it should." Castiel said and Ariel points at me and the boys. "Now, put these three back together and go. I won't ask twice." she threatened. Zachariah vanishes and that's when I started to feel my legs again and Sam was able to breath and Dean was coughing up blood.

"You three need to be more careful." Ariel said to us as we stand up, sounding like a mother giving a warning to her children. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought." Dean said. "She doesn't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you." Castiel said and he puts one hand on Dean's chest, the other on Sam, then Ariel reaches out one hand and places it on my chest, making all three of us gasp.

"What the hell was that?" I asked them. "An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer." Castiel replied. "What, did you just brand us with it?" Dean asked. "No. We carved it into your ribs." Ariel said and there was a pause of silence.

"Hey, Cas, were you two really dead?" I asked him. "Yes." Castiel replied as Ariel nods. "Then how are both of you back?" Dean asked but then both Castiel and Ariel vanish, leaving us alone with two dead angels.

"Unlikely to walk again?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby shouts at the Doctor, who then leaves the room. The boys and I standing by the window to his room. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" Bobby shouts then he looks over at us.

"You believe that yahoo?" Bobby asked us, annoyed. "Screw him. You'll be fine." Dean assures him and Bobby sighs. "So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asked. "Well...We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned." Bobby said, shrugging.

"What if we win?" Dean asked and Bobby, Sam and I turn to face him, who sounded a bit too confident. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves." Dean said, confidently. "And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Bobby asked with a bit of a sneer in his voice. "I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out." Dean said.

"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy." Bobby said. "It's been said." Dean said and he pats Bobby on the shoulder. "Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit." Dean said and he heads for the door, Sam and I start to follow him until Bobby spoke up.

"Sam?" He said and Sam and I stop. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever." Bobby said and Sam sighs, almost sounding a bit relieved. "Thanks, Bobby." he said. "You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome." Bobby said and I give him a smile. "You just try to get better, Bobby." I said and we leave the room.

"You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt." Sam suggests as we walk to the Impala and my bike. "Why? What difference would that make?" Dean asked him. "Well, we could use it on Lucifer. I mean, you just said back there—" Sam started to say but Dean stops in the middle of the road. "I just said a bunch of crap for Bobby's benefit." he said and Sam and I stop, looking at him.

"I mean, I'll fight. I'll fight till the last man, but let's at least be honest. I mean, we don't stand a snowball's chance, and you guys know that. I mean, hell, you of all people know that." Dean said as he looks at Sam then goes around him.

"Dean..." Sam said and Dean turns back. "Is there something you want to say to me?" Sam asked him. "I tried, Sammy. I mean, I really tried. But I just can't keep pretending that everything's all right. Because it's not. And it's never going to be. You chose a demon over your own brother, and even over your friend, and look what happened." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes. "I would give anything—anything—to take it all back." Sam said.

"I know you would. And I know how sorry you are. I do. But, man...you were one of the two that I depended on the most. And you let me down in ways that I can't even..." Dean pauses, struggling for words, and I frowned at this. "I'm just—I'm having a hard time forgiving and forgetting here. You know?" Dean said.

"What can I do?" Sam asked him. "Honestly? Nothing." Dean said and Sam nods a little, looking down. "I just don't...I don't think that we can ever be what we were. You know?" Dean said and Sam nods again. "I just don't think I can trust you." Dean said and Sam looks up at him, seemingly not expecting those words to come out of Dean's mouth. 

"Dean..." I said in a soft voice but Dean shakes his head and walks away, paused at the trunk of the Impala to look back, then gets into the driver's seat. Sam sighs and he and I share a look for a moment before I turn my head away then go to my bike, which is parked next to the Impala.

I walk up to my bike then ball up my fist and, weakly, hit the seat of my bike with the side of my fist. Now with Lucifer out and about, it feels like everything's changing and things are gonna get worse before they get better. But, as I turn my head to look over at the boys as Sam gets into the Impala, there is one thing I don't want to be change and that is this bond I share with these boys.

But it seems after what Sam has done, the cracks are breaking through. And I am just terrified what's to come.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

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[sastiel-is-my-serotonin]

The Rain Is Our Playground

Dean was singing to himself, using his beer as a microphone when Castiel teleported into the room. Glancing around, they noticed Sam, or rather the lack of Sam.

"Where is Sam?" They asked, startling Dean, who spilt his beer on himself.

He groaned and muttered something under his breath, "Fuck, would you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" Castiel asked, walking forward, still searching for Sam.

"Poofing in scaring the crap out of me," Dean berated, "You know it's pretty fucked up to do that to a guy with a heart condition."

"Your heart is fully healed, you have no conditions." Castiel told him, they made sure of it when they resurrected him.

"Still." Dean said, grabbing something to clean his shirt, Castiel waved a hand, restoring the shirts cleanliness.

"Sam?" They asked again, Dean sat back into his chair, nodding him head towards the window.

"He's out in the rain jumping in puddles and shit," Dean picked up his beer again, when he looked back up, Castiel was already gone.

---

"Sam," Castiel greeted, the young man was holding an umbrella that got shifted towards the angels presence.

Sam smiled at the angel, "Hey, Cas." Sam's gaze went back to the rainfall hitting the messy lot. The sound of rain hitting the metal became background noise to Castiel, while Sam focused on the soothing sound.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asked, stepping closer to Sam who was trying to angle the umbrella towards them. Not that it was necessary as Castiel's wing was blocking the rain in another plane.

Sam shrugged, "Staying away from Dean, he's well, he's being an ass right now."

"I noticed," Castiel agreed, Sam laughed, and nodded.

"Yeah, he's actually calmed, but just that and wanted some air," Sam told them, his posture looked relaxed and happy. But also soaked.

Castiel looked at the muddy clothing and at the puddles surrounding them, "Dean said you were jumping in puddles."

"He pushed me into one," Sam said, glancing at the house, shaking his head, "but no, I haven't been jumping in them."

"Oh," Castiel said, it did make more sense with the coverage of mud over Sam jumping into puddles.

Sam could practically hear the gears turning in Castiel's head, "Do you want me to?"

The angel looked around, it was an intriguing idea, "I've never seen it."

"Have you ever jumped in a puddle before?" Sam asked, and the angel shook their head. Taking the angels hand, Sam dropped the umbrella, rain still going around the two, and led the angel to a puddle.

"This one isn't deep," Sam said, letting go of the angels hand, "here, watch." Immediately jumping into it, causing a splash that would've hit Castiel if they allowed it.

Castiel watched curiously for a moment, jumping into the puddle next to Sam, allowing the water to sink into their clothes. Letting the mud coat their shoes and pants.

Sam's smile lit up the stormy clouds as they raced to another puddle, jumping in it, kicking the water up into the air, laughing as Sam lost his footing and fell in. Just to grab Castiel and drag them down with him.

The two were a muddy mess, Castiel had to let the rain fall upon them in a desperate attempt to clean their faces.

They bounced from puddle to puddle, spinning around, splashing as much as they could, trying to get the other messier than the other. Sam had never seen Castiel smile so brightly as they kicked the water up towards him.

"I swear if you two start dancing in the rain I'm going to puke," Dean said, gathering both of their attention. Leaning against a wall on the porch, protected from the rain as he sipped his beer.

Sam raised an eyebrow to his brother, "Is that a promise? Why are you watching us anyway?"

"Because," Dean said with a shrug.

Sam rolled his eyes and waved him off, "Well go do something."

"Nah," Dean said, "bothering you is fun."

Sam looked at the angel, "Cas?"

"Yes?" The angel asked, inspecting the hunters expression.

Dean recognized the smile, "Have you ever danced in the rain?"

Castiel looked at Dean and back at Sam, "Can't say I have."

"Would you like to?" Sam proposed, offering a hand out to the angel.

Castiel took it, "I'd love to."

Sam held one of Castiel's hands, his other hand pressed against the angels back, Castiel following suit with their other free hand. The two stepped close together, leaving no free space in between them.

"Oh come on," Dean exclaimed, "no no, break it up, leave room for Jesus, God dammit." He told them, which both found an odd statement coming from Dean of all people, and ignored it.

"Nah," Sam told him, "this angel has the space covered."

To Sam's surprise, the angel did know a basic one-two step, and even spun Sam around, pulling him back into their arms. Sam thought that was the end of it until the angel dipped Sam, following the direction, their faces incredibly close to one another.

The angel pulled Sam a little closer, their was a moment where they thought to pull away, but the hopeful look in Sam's eyes were too much to ignore. They captured Sam's lips, Sam kissing them back, even as Dean shouted in the background, "There goes my lunch, I need bleach."

The door opened and closed, only then did either pull back, but they remained close, "Was that to get him to go away?"

"Yes, partially," Castiel admitted.

"The other part?" Sam asked, trying to keep his hope down.

The angel smiled softly at the hunter, "I never kissed someone in the rain."

#Cheesy over the top Sastiel anyone? #may edit later #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #samstiel #samcas

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In The Heights

Sam Wilson x Reader

A/N: The end is so cheesy and I love it 🤭

Summary: You don't like heights. You don't even like going up the elevator in Stark Towers. So your hero friends with the ability of flight, Tony, Falcon, Rhodey, and mayhe even Steve since he's always jumping out of planes, they find this the most amusing. Bruce understands, he doesn't like heights either. Good old Bruce.

Sam, and Steve are taking Bucky to Coney Island, and want you to come along. You have a blast with the games and such, but when Sam convinces you to go up the Ferris Wheel...

Warnings: Cursing, fear of heights? Is that a warning, maybe a few sexual implications if you squint real hard

Sam Wilson x Reader, Avengers x Platonic! Reader, Steve Rogers x Platonic! Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic! Reader. Tony Stark x Reader Platonic! Bruce Banner x Reader Platonic!



"I'm not making fun of you," Tony laughs, Bruce shaking his head.

"Yes, but you are," Bruce defends you. Tony laughs again, squeezing your shoulders. "No hard feelings?"

No, there weren't and he knew as such. Your fear of being up high came up at Tony's offer to let you take the suit for a test run. The joking in the hallway was what followed.

The three of you were in Tony's kitchen, late at night, past 3.

"Bagel?" You hear Tony ask, and you go to decline, but you are stopped when it smacks you in the face.

"Wow, okay," Bruce laughs, taking a bite of an uncooked pop tart. You had all been working in the lab all day, and as you normally did, you were unwinding in the kitchen. It was around 2 am, but you weren't exactly being quiet.

"Okay, nobody cry, but I have to bail tomorrow," Tony says, and you set up the bagel you didn't want before, but actually kinda wanted now. "Morgan has her first ballet recital. Promised I would make it."

You and Bruce aww, and you pop your bagel into the microwave.

"Well, I have a dinner tomorrow," Bruce admits bashfully.

"Oh, ho, ho," Tony laughs, you adding, "Good luck on getting laid."

Bruce nearly chokes on his poptart, and you pat his back in reassurance. "Use protection buddy."

"What about yo- Are you microwaving a bagel?" You look at Tony confused, before realizing you were indeed cooking your bagel in the microwave. No plate either, just straight on the microwave plate inside it.

"Oh my god," you shake your head, taking it out, and then dropping it on the floor. It was hot.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Bruce laughs as he helps you discard of your ruined treat.

"Yeah, probably," you shake your head at yourself. "You guys go to bed too. I do not want 72 hour Tony to make a comeback."

"Yes dear, of course," Tony nods solemnly as you walk out of the kitchen to your own bedroom in the compound.

You woke up the next morning, rolling over in your bed to che k the time on your phone.

11:47 [am]

"Early," you muttered to yourself.

You tried to cover your face with the pillow, blocking out the sunlight streaming through your blinds.

"Miss L/n?" A female A.I voice comes out through your ceiling. "You have a message."

Your eyes squint up at the ceiling, in confused thought.

"Would you like to hear it?" FRIDAY asked.

"Who's it from."

"From Mr. Wilson recorded on the 90th floor kitchen area 11 minutes ago."

"...okay, what's the message Fri?"

"He would like you to meet him, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers downstairs in an hour. On the 90th floor," She clarifies the last part.

"Why?"

"It was not said in the message."

"Yeah, but you listen to us 24/7, what are they doing?"

"I believe they've spoken of going to Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park this afternoon."

Oh great, you think, pulling yourself out of bed. To be fair, you had absolutely nothing better to do with your day.

Might as well have a little fun.



"Your Captain America! Just do it!" You insist.

"It's not fair," Steve says. God damn him, and god damn his morals. You wanted that fucking turtle.

Bucky came back from the snack stand with Sam, handing you a thing of fries.

"Oh, good, Bucky, you don't have morals," his brow furrows at your words, opening his mouth to say something, when you start speaking again. "That. You throw the balls at the jars, knock them all down, you wij the big turtle."

"I could do that no problem," Bucky shrugs.

"Good heres five dollars," you hand it to him, and take his slushie. Steve looks annoyed, but follows Bucky to the tent. Probably to keep guard, or maybe just stare at him. Steve was weird like that.

You take a sip of Bucky's slushie when your sure he's not looking, turning to Sam.

"I feel like we're third wheeling on their date," Sam groans, motioning towards the two by the tent. You giggle at the thought.

"Probably are," you take another sip of the blue sludge. "Must've invited me so you didn't feel too lonely."

"I wanted to invite you," Sam says off-handley. "Good thing I did."

The sun was setting and the ride and games were glowing in bright colors all around you.

The four of you walked, ride to ride, you clutching your giant turtle plush, and much smaller stuffed seagull as you walked.

"That! We're doing the Ferris Wheel," Sam takes your prizes from your hand, giving them to Bucky. "You two can sit on a bench and stare into each other's eyes or whatever."

Before you can protest, and you seemed to be the only one who was going to, Sam had dragged you up to the line.

"Are you sure? It's high?"

"Huh? Yeah, no, it's such a great view."

You could feel your stomach turning cartwheels, and your breathing was shaky. You put on a smile, saying, "Oh, I bet."

Maybe I should say something, You thought as you nervously waited in line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now at the very front of the line.

Maybe I should say something, You thought, now in the seat, moving upwards.

Up.

"Look how beautiful," Sam marveled. You tried to grip the bar in front of you, to hold steady, but you rocked the cart a little, causing your heart to stop beating.

"Car- Hey, are you good," Sam looked at you, puzzled. You looked about ready to have a panic attack as you now clutched the side of the cart.

"Maybe I should've said something," you start, trying to look away before realizing that was a shit idea. Sam looked into your eyes waiting for an answer. "I don't really...do heights."

Sam looked at you for a minute, and you were worried. Worried he would think you were babyish, and stupid. He laughed, and you feared the worst. "You should've said that before we got up here."

You were over halfway up. You breaths were short and heavy, but as you released one tight grip, from your left hand, you felt Sam clutch it tightly.

"You gonna be fine?" You nodded at his words. You didn't look at the sights around you, as it made you queasy. Instead, you looked at Sam.

You took in his sweet face, and his chocolate brown eyes. His hand was soft and warm wrapped around yours.

As if feeling your stare, he turned back to you with a crooked grin.

"Preparing for the worst?" You were confused for a second, before realizing.

You stopped, and it scared you more than it should've. Here you were, at the top, higher than ever.

You took a hesitant look at the sights around you. It could be beautiful. The lights, the structures, the bustling nature. All you could think about was falling to your immediate death.

"You scared?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," You admit. It always felt good to say it.

"I have an idea to keep your mind off it," you turn away from the sights, and face him to further inquire.

You feel his lips warm and gentle against yours as his hands hold your face gently. You melt into his kiss.

Suddenly, the heights weren't so bad.

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #sam wilson #marvel mcu #sam wilson fluff #fluff #reader insert

[wosowrites]

Canadian Wonders (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

Warnings: None

A/N: This is so cute my heart melts for jessie

Prompt: Reader is australian, and has never seen a lot of snow before. So Jessie takes her to her home town to meet her family and have a traditional Canadian winter.

When you’ve lived in the land down under for 20 years, and then move to play for a huge club like Chelsea at 21, a lot of things take adjusting. But somehow, it wasn’t the intense training, or the new people, that was the biggest adjustment. It was the weather. You never went to university, not being a big scholar and being raised in a broken home with little money. Instead, you opted to go pro right away. You went pro in 2020, and was relieved to know you would have another aussie at the club with you. You and Sam Kerr had been playing together since you were 15 and she was 18. Soon enough, you got known as a pretty dynamic duo, arriving to winter practices in huge puffy coats, and covered head to toe. You were both strikers, and Emma loved playing you both at the top. In a bit over two years, you both reached your 100th game for Chelsea, having collected between the both of you, 169 goals and 32 assists.

In the middle of 2020, you met Jessie Fleming.

You both started dating in 2021, and 2 years later, you were still going strong. Jessie finally decided she wanted you to meet her family in person, and see her home town. So, in january of 2023, you hoped on a plane to London, Ontario. And you thought London, England was cold…

You stepped out of the small London, Ontario airport, the freezing cold hitting you right away. "I told you to put a coat on baby," Jessie said, laughing at your shocked face. "I didn’t think it would be this cold!" You said, shivering. "I warned you!" Jessie said, opening her long winter coat. You quickly dropped your bag at your feet and abandoned your suitcase, putting your arms around her and feeling the comfort of her body. Jessie closed the big coat around the both of you, kissing the top of your head.

You were taller than her only by an inch, but in your cold state, you were hunched over to stay warm.

"How quickly is Eylsse gonna get here?" You whined. "Just texted her, she’ll be here in- oh there she is." Jessie said.

You reluctantly left the comfort of your girlfriends body, pulling away and seeing Elysse and Tristan driving up in the family subaru. You saw the pure joy in their eyes, the happiness of seeing their sister. You felt happy for Jessie, happy she had that bond with her siblings, but also sad that yours hadn’t reached out to you in years.

Tristan and Elysse stepped out of the car, Elysse running up to Jessie and jumping in her arms. Tristan seemed more reserved, more like Jessie, so you opted for a simple handshake. "It’s nice to meet you in person, you’re taller than you seem on family facetimes." Tristan says. "Don’t lie to me," you laughed, knowing very well you were not tall. "Hey, Elysse!" You said. She hugged you tightly, smiling at you wildly. "I love your nose piercing, oh my god it looks so good on you! I’ve always wanted one but I don’t know if it would suit me." You say to Elysse. "You should get one! I know a really good guy if you want!" Elysse said, smiling at you. "I’ll think about it. Let’s just please get out of the cold." You said, grabbing both yours and Jessie’s luggage and bringing it to the car.

"Did you not tell your aussie girlfriend to wear a coat in Canada?" Elysse laughed, addressing her sister. "I did! She didn’t listen!" Jessie answered, watching as her girlfriend and brother put the luggage in the trunk. "She’s a gentleman," Elysse said, smiling. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

———

Michaele and John Fleming met you with open arms. Literally. The Fleming’s were warm, and inviting, the house smelled like fresh food and slightly of paint. You had all finished eating supper, a meal cooked to perfection by both Jessie’s parents, and were now sitting in the living room.

"I’m so happy you all managed to get time off work and school." Michaele said, pouring you a cup of coffee. "Me too, it’s really nice here." You said, thanking her with a nod for the warm drink. "You haven’t even hiked yet." Jessie told you. "Hiking? It’s too cold to hike." You said, shocked people went outside willingly in this weather. "Is not. In fact, that’s our first activity."

It was known to everyone that Jessie loved order. So when she told you that she had specific activities planned, you weren’t at all suprised.

"Tomorrow morning, 5:00 am, sunrise hike. Then skating on the mountain, then I want to bring you to a really cute coffee shop and show you my elementary school." Jessie said. "5:00 am!" You said, but we’re ignored. "Don’t forget your appointment! You’re getting a nose ring at 5:00 pm tomorrow." Elysse said.

It was true, the youngest Fleming had convinced you to go for it. Worse case scenario, you didn’t like it and let the hole close.

"How could I forget? Just you and me for that one, Els?" You asked her. "Yeah, mum and I are making supper. We’re only here three days." Jessie said.

A few hours later, you went to bed in Jessie’s childhood bedroom. It was surreal being in that are, seeing the trophies, the blue walls, the medals and framed pictures. "What would 14 year old you say if she knew that 24 year old you was lying in this same bed with her girlfriend?" You asked her as she traced patterns on your stomach. "I think she would pass out."

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As Jessie had said, the next morning she had woken you up at 5:00 am. The whole thing was a blur. You remembered her literally having to dress you, and her telling you to be quiet as you tip toed down the stairs. She had bundled you up in a warm hat, a big winter coat, gloves and a scarf. Your hood was up the second you were out the door. You had fallen asleep in the car, and by the time you were to the mountains, it was almost 6:30.

"You ready baby?" Jessie said, opening the door for you and laughing at your grunt of an answer. You didn’t stay mad for long though, as you saw the still starry winter night peeking through the pine trees. "Oh, Jess. This is beautiful." You told her.

The both of you started your hike. Jessie had her camera with her and was taking pictures of you, and the world surrounding you the whole time you walked up the mountain. The snow was mangeable, due to the trail having been plowed. By the time you arrived at the top of the mountain, the sun was rising. Jessie pulled out a cover from her bag and put it in the snow. You cuddled up next to her, sipping a mocha Jessie had made.

The sky was painted orange, pink, red, yellow and purple, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Well, second most beautiful thing. Jessie would always be first. "I’m happy you brought me here." you told her, peering into her eyes. "I’m happy you like it here." She answered. "One day, when we retire from football, I wouldn’t mind having a family with you here." You told her, nervous of her answer.

You didn’t meet her eyes, that is until she used her gloved fingers to lift your chin up. "I want that more than anything." Jessie said, kissing you lovingly.

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Welcome Home Soldier \\ niamh charles x reader

Request: For the niamth charles one say reader is In the army and going out with niamth charles and surprises niamth at one of her games and runs into her arms and kisses her Something like that.

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495 days since you have been home. 495 days since you have touched and kissed your girlfriend Niamh. You got told this morning that you and some of your friends that you would be going home and working on the closest base. You all pack your bags quickly and get on the next charter flight home. After learning that your girlfriend and her team have a home game that same day, you texted your close friend and teammate of Niamh, Sam Kerr, about organising a surprise for Niamh at the game. Sam texted back and said she organised something and to just bring your charming self. You thank Sam and sit back on the plane and try to sleep before heading home.

Meanwhile back in London, Niamh is freaking out. All day you have been ignoring her texts, calls and FaceTime calls. This instantly makes her think the worst has happened to you in Afghanistan. A lone tear falls down her cheek and Niamh wipes it quickly before anyone will notice. Well she was wrong. Sam walks down the aisle of the bus and attempts to comfort the 23 year old. Sam sits with the young player until they reach Stamford Bridge for their game against North London rivals Arsenal.

“I’m sure she’s okay Nia, remember when this happened a few months back and it turned out she had no signal? There’s probably a small sand storm or something” Niamh nods and attempts to focus on the game ahead of them.

The team gets off the bus and walks into the dressing room that is usually occupied by the mens team. Niamh gets changed into her jersey, shorts and pre-match shirt before putting in some earphones and listening to the playlist you sent Niamh for before games to stay calm.

While Niamh is trying not to break down, you quickly unlock the door to your shared apartment to dump your bag and get your car keys. You look around and realised Niamh probably drove to the training ground to catch the bus to Stamford Bridge. You quickly order an Uber and wait outside the apartment complex. When your Uber arrives, you ask him if he can make a pit stop at the florist to get Niamh some flowers. You run into the florist and look around for a few minutes before finding a bunch that you know Niamh would love. You pay for the flowers and run back out to the Uber and head to the stadium. After 30 minutes of small talk with the driver, you thank him and open your phone to rate him, making sure to leave a decent tip for stopping at the florist for you. You give the security guard your name, like Sam instructed, and he escorts you to where you stand until your name is called over the speakers in the stadium.

Around 20 minutes later, you see all the teams walk out and line up around the middle once all the formalities are done. You start to grow nervous as you think this is when you’ll be reuniting with the love of your life.

“Upon her arrival home from active duty with the Armed Forces, please put your hands together for Corporal Y/N Y/L/N”

You start to walk out onto the pitch and you see the stadium giving you a standing ovation. You look in front of you and see Niamh running towards you. You drop the flowers as Niamh jumps into your arms, her arms and legs wrapped around you tightly.

“You’re really here. I’m not dreaming”

“No princess, I’m here for good now. No more trips unless they’re vacations”

You set her back on the ground and pull her into the long awaited kiss. Her lips are just as you remember which makes you smile hard.

“Oh, um, these are for you” You pick up the flowers and hand them to her before realising they’re holding up the start of the game.

“Go out and beat them”

“You know I will, for you” Niamh says cutely before giving you a peck and handing you the flowers to hold.

You go to turn away when you see Emma Hayes gesture for you to come over. You quickly jog over and she offers you a seat next to Jessie, who is another good friend of yours. You two chat until it was half time and you follow the team into the locker room like a lost puppy. You catch up with Niamh and she doesn’t let you go until it was necessary. You pulled her into your lap and played with her fingers while she listened to Emma tell the girls different tactics to come back from a 2-0 score line. You all head out again and you go back to the same seat as before and Jessie comes back next to you.

In the 75th minute, Emma makes a substitution and Jessie is swapped for Niamh. The trainers give her a Gatorade bottle and a puffer jacket and she quickly comes to sit next to me. Niamh quickly intertwines your hands together and leans her head on your shoulder.

“You played so well mi amor. Your goal was amazing” Niamh blushes at the compliment.

“I had to show off a little didn’t I? You haven’t been here in forever”

“Well I’ve got 2 months off so I’m going to be the perfect wag girlfriend” You announce and Niamh laughs before she cuddles into you more.

“I couldn’t ask for nothing more”

The game finishes with Chelsea winning 3 goals to 2, one being for Niamh. Both teams shake each other’s hand before going into their respective locker rooms. You sit on your phone waiting for Niamh to finish so you can go home. When everyone is done, you all walk out to where the bus is and you pull Niamh back a little.

“Can I go on the bus? I’m not a player or a member of staff” You ask Niamh, worried you’re breaking some type of rule.

“You’re fine Y/N now get on that bus before I change my mind” You hear Emma say as she walks past you two. You both laugh and get on the bus behind Sam.

“Hey Sam, thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it”

“No worries at all, happy to help”

Niamh guides you to her favourite seats and you take your Army jacket off, revealing a tan coloured shirt. You sit down and you cuddle into Niamh just like she did to you in the dugouts. Within 10 minutes of the bus starting to go, you are fast asleep. Niamh gently puts the jacket over your arms and kisses you on the forehead with the lightest of touches.

“Welcome home soldier”

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WITH YOU [2] THE DAY THAT WORLD WENT TO SHIT

Daryl Dixon x reader!OC

Summary: after what she saw it the safe zone, Charlie can’t live her normal perfect life. She knows that she has two options: wait for the death or do someting.

Warnings: language

Song: If I die young The Band Perry

Author’s note: Hello :) Thank you for reading the first chapter and liking it. I promise that it’s the last chapter like that and in the next one true action will happen.

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

It was different.

Something at least felt different.

She was going to work, smiling brightly to the camera, and then quickly coming back home. Going out was challenging and she felt paranoid that from around the corner, she might get attacked. So obviously there was no walking around after dark.

Ever since her visit to the safe zone, she couldn't sleep - it's been three days.

Every time she was lying in her bed and the slightest shadow of sleep was approaching, her sense of hearing sharpened. It was enough that she heard her neighbors, some screaming on the street, little noises that normally wouldn't matter, and she was up. Not to mention that as soon as it was getting dark, she was lighting every light in her house.

Sometimes she got a little bit of sleep. Usually, it was on the couch while she was watching something, sometimes she was waking up on a windowsill with her head leaning on a glass.

That was another thing.

She was sitting late at night on her windowsill, watching the city. It was her habit before the virus, made her mind wander to different places, turning itself off. All the lights and cars or planes noises. She couldn't believe how lucky she was. But now she was also feeling lucky, but only because her flat was high above the ground - high enough to protect her.

With fear, she could watch the streets now.

When the epidemic had just started, people lived their normal lives. They were walking at night, hanging out and just living. Now, it was quiet. People still had to live or go to work, but after sunset, there was no one outside. And when she did see someone in the dark it was obvious that it wasn't a living person.

Atlanta looked dead.

One night Charlie saw one of those things from her window and she lost her mind. It couldn't see her from the ground, but from that moment she felt like a desert on a plate. Ready to be eaten.

She was getting ready to work that morning. Her insides were already up in her throat, her hand shaking with fear. Charlie opened her bag and without hesitation put a knife inside of it and chuckled humorlessly. In the past her necessity was Dior lipstick or Chanel's perfumes, now she would love to have one of her dad's guns.

The most stressful moments of leaving her house were going down or up the elevator. It was claustrophobic and there was no way out if something went wrong. She was going down the corridor to the elevator with her heart on her shoulder. It was stressful waiting for it and even more stressful when it opened.

During waiting time she was looking out the window. She could jump out of the window because right next to her building was a lower building with a flat roof, and then next to this one was another and another. At the end of this sequence of buildings was a ladder, so she could go down.

Somebody touched her arm.

Her heart stopped and her blood ran cold. She was sure that that was the end, that's how she died. With fear, she turned around and what she saw was put into calmness again.

"Hey." a young man smiled. "Did I scare you?" his face dropped.

It was Sam.

He was her neighbor and lived at the end of the corridor. He was around thirty and they were on three dates top. Sam was a charming man, who had a lot to say about everything and he liked to crack jokes here and there.

"Hey." she smiled lightly. "Yeah. You did a bit."

"Sorry." he said. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Oh...yeah. I'm not going out much lately." she shrugged. "With everything that's been going on...you know."

He let her enter the elevator first as the true gentleman he was. Charlie smiled lightly and picked the right floor that they were both going into.

"Maybe you let me invite you to a dinner?" he asked with hopeful eyes. "At mines. If you don't want to go out. We had fun last time."

And the thing was that they didn't.

Charlie was a good actress and she didn't have the heart to break it to Sam, that she wasn't having fun. Let's say that he was perfect in every way possible. Forgetting that he had an amazing apartment much bigger than hers, Sam was a lawyer in one of the most popular office in Atlanta. His monthly paycheck was enough for him to pay rent and to drive around in a brand-new Maserati.

He liked to look good, so his clothes probably cost more than his car. Every free moment he spent in a gym, so he had the body of a Greek god or even better. He was smart and sometimes too full of himself, but the right word to describe Sam was boring. Yes, he was boring. He was perfect, but Charlie felt with him as if she was still in school. She had to stop herself from yawning next to him all the time and telling the whole truth? He was as boring when they were intimate.

But if that was the cost she had to pay for a comfortable life in luxury and comfort, then she was willing to do it.

"We should totally do it." she smiled.

He did the same, clearly happy.

Moments in the car were the happiest moments of the day. She just felt safe there- away from people and whatever was out there.

She was standing in traffic as she tapped out the song from the radio. Charlie was looking out the window at children playing on the playground. They were smiling and shouted merrily. Her view was soon covered by a big tank. Fear that was asleep deep in her, was woken up again. The military was a reminder of what was happening in the world.

It was a completely normal view by now. Soldiers on the streets, walking around with guns that she would see just in pictures.

Her head moving to the tune of Need You Now by Lady Antebellum, eyes turned to somewhere else. She probably heard this song a hundredth time as it was one of the most played ones lately. She could bet that right after that she would hear Airplanes and then Love The Way You Lie.

But she didn't.

Instead, she heard the voice of a woman who was presenting news. "Epidemic update." she said."We're still not sure how many people are infected by a new mysterious virus. Worldwide Health Organization is still not sure about the number of sick and scientists from around the world are working hard to finally answer all the questions." she said. "They don't know what caused the virus or how to cure it."

"Great." Charlie mumbled.

"For now we know that you can get infected by bit or scratch, so please go somewhere safe." said the woman."Every bigger city, but mostly state cities is being fortified and supported by the military. The safest place now is Atlanta, so please go there if you can."

"Please don't," she said under her breath, looking in horror at the radio.

"Take your families and let's stay safe." the woman appealed.

Then from the speakers, she heard Rihanna singing and her phone lit up.

Mommy

we're leaving tonight. see you soon baby, i love you :*

It was another evening in her apartment, alone. Nothing showed that today was the day that the world went to shit. Officially.

There were no signs of her parents or brothers, which only made her more worried. Atlanta at this point was almost all overrun. The fear when it was just one walker in front of her window seemed like a joke now, when she was seeing whole herds of them. She might live high above the ground, but still, she heard them snarling.

Charlie was sitting on a windowsill with her phone to her ear.

"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick..."

"Sorry. The number you're calling is..."

"Shut the fuck up for Goodness Sake." she clenched her teeth.

Her family was probably dead by now. She was waiting for them in her apartment and missed the perfect moment to run away.

Now she will die here and she will be walking around like those things below her. She bit her lip and tried not to sob. She had to be quiet just in case one of those things was on her floor. So she just closed her eyes and let hot tears run down her face.

She was woken up by the glass of her window shaking. Everything was shaking.

Charlie rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times to adjust her vision. She looked out of the windows and saw around three helicopters. She narrowed her eyes and stood up from the windowsill. When she realized what was going on, she dropped to the floor and shut her eyes tight.

Bomb.

Bomb.

Bomb.

It was enough to make the whole city go completely dead. Power went out, so now she was standing in front of her window and watching as Atlanta was drowning in the dark.

Charlie could probably stay just like that. In the darkness and silence. Alone.

But after the bombs, there came shooting. It was military bullets, not some cheap shit. She ducked down and crawled on the floor, praying that shattered glass was the worst thing that could happen to her. 

Charlie didn't know for how long she was just lying there, watching the ceiling. Helicopters were gone and there was no shooting outside anymore.

It's not like hearing shotguns was something new these days.- she thought to herself.

Slowly she turned her head to the right and saw her ceiling lamp shattered on the floor. There were a lot of things on the floor, like for example framed photos, vases, and flowers. She examined the living room from her new perspective. Some bullets were stuck in the walls or some of the furniture, but at that moment she was glad that nothing damaged her doors as she heard scratching on the surface.

Her lip trembled as she heard snarling that she had become similar by now.

Charlie held her breath and just hopped for the best and the best in that case was that it would just shut up and go away, instead of bringing friends for a free meal. Again, she had no idea how long she was laying there before she made up her mind.

She had to leave.

Even if it was crazy and probably suicidal, she had to do something, because that would be better than just sitting around and basically waiting for death.

As quiet as she could be, Charlie tiptoed to her bedroom and pulled out the biggest bag that belonged to one of her brothers, while they were in military school. 

She didn't have much time. She had to leave...at this point, she needed to leave.

After opening her closet the inner woman just came to life as she decided that she had nothing to wear. She was the owner of heels and elegant dresses and well, she was almost sure that those weren't the best choices for the apocalypse.

"Stupid dumb thing you are Charlie." she whispered to herself.

With a heavy sigh, she took off her pajama top, which stuck on something on her neck, but she didn't have time to check what was, so she just pulled stronger. Her wide flannel trousers followed shortly after. She replaced them with skinny jeans and a shirt that hugged her body. From the very bottom of her closet, she took a pair of shoes that wouldn't make her slip on something or she wouldn't sprain her ankle while running.

While she was dressed, it was time to finally pack her things. Three pairs of jeans, around twenty tops or T-shirts, as many panties and socks as she could take and stuff into the bag. What she also found useful was some of her shirts, so without blinking she put them in.

She tiptoed once again to the kitchen as everything from her bedroom was already taken. As she was passing her dinner table something caught her eye and made her halt.

"Son of a bitch." she cursed quietly.

Apparently, bullets weren't stuck just in her walls, because one of them was just chilling in the middle of the table.

"That was mahogany."

But she didn't have much time to think about her table, though. Snarling and slow steps right behind her doors reminded her that she had some things to take care of.

From the bathroom, she took her toothbrush and toothpaste because everything else seemed to not be that important. In the kitchen, she was looking for food that was canned or had a long expiration date. She couldn't take a lot either, because the bag would be too heavy and couldn't move - let alone run. She also grabbed some knives from her kitchen counter, because she was sure that she would need more than just one.

She came up to a shelf in her living room and picked up a belt with a big, military/survival-type knife - present from her brothers. The only thing that wasn't really necessary was a photo of her and her brothers and other of her parents. She just wanted to have them.

Charlie stood up and looked around her, checking if she had everything she needed. As she was doing that she looked out of the window and a plan came up to her head, maybe she wasn't exactly stuck in here. If she would make it, she would be able to at least leave the building. She would worry about the next step if step one will work out.

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12 | Free Pass

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

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The four guys plus Penelope were going to do an overnight video at a trampoline park before they headed off to New Zealand for two weeks. "We're filming our birthday party." Corey says since they have cameras with them going in. "Yeah, it's Penelope's early birthday party. She's turning two." Corey says making her laugh.

While it's busy and they mess around then talk about where they were going to hide to stay overnight. Penelope tried telling the guy hiding the pizza wasn't going to work in the foam pit but they don't listen to her.

Coming time to hide they didn't realize Penelope didn't follow them to hide because she went to go get her shoes. "Where did you go?" Elton asks her but then he says never mind so she shakes her head taking a seat.

"This isn't going to work because you guys are dumb." She whispers but they are too busy talking.

When the lights turn off the worker finds them and they all follow him out. The guy was pretty cool with them so they asked how did they know that they were still there so he showed them their shoes.

"If you just let me talk." She shows them her shoes. "That's where I went." She laughs at them.

"At least she's smart." The guy tells them before letting them play longer.

For the bull riding Penelope stays in the longest making the guys cheer for her, "Thank you chubby thighs!" She pats them before walking towards the guys.

The guys were upset about the employees throwing away their pizza and Penelope said told you so. For Yoga Ball doge ball, Penelope was standing by Elton when he was filming the other three and as Colby threw the ball at Corey he missed it and it hit her in the face since she didn't move fast enough.

She falls backwards shocked from the smack to the front of her face, "What happened to you got it?" She shouts at Corey.

"I'm so sorry!" Colby runs over to her as she looks up at the ceiling.

"Sorry sissy." Corey helps her up.

"My nose hurts." She pouts so he kisses his fingers then touches her nose.

"It's okay, your face is still perfect so you still have a job." Colby holds her in his hands so she gets out to get the ball throwing it at him as he turns his back to her.

For baseball this time Colby gets hit in the face by Elton throwing the ball at him. Elton couldn't help but crack up while Colby shouted loudly, "Hey, are you guys laughing? I can't really hear anything right now."

"Are you okay?" Penelope asks looking at him and seeing how red he is. "Dude, look. He's red." She turns his head for Corey to see.

"Yeah, it got me right in the ear. I think I'm talking loud but I'm not really sure." He tells them. "How do I bend down and still manages to hit me in the head?" Colby asked as Elton was still laughing.

Once Elton points out the snack bar Corey and Colby go crazy turning their mouths blue. Penelope wanders off doing flips on the trampoline alone.

"Oh! Look at Penny go!" Elton shouts seeing her doing multiple front handsprings.

"I can do that too!" Corey runs over to do them as she stops.

Colby then goes and Penelope laughs at how he does his flips, "I wanna go again." She gets ready to do five back handsprings and shocks the guys.

"Thirteen years of gymnastics!" Sam points out.

They guys play around more and Penelope was already tired just sitting down and leaning back watching the horse around.

"You guys ready? Another super advance move." Elton jumps flipping to land in his face. Penelope covers her mouth laughing at him.

"Karma for hitting Colby." She points at him.

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When the day came to head to New Zealand, Elton had Corey worrying about his passport made Penelope slightly annoyed because she just wanted to get going to rest on the plane.

"Hey, I don't have to give you a birthday gift when it's time, right?" Colby looks at Penelope as they relax on the plane.

"Nah, the trip is a good enough gift." She chuckles as she opens his camera for them to take a picture so they both stick their tongues out putting up a peace sign.

As soon as they land they eat McDonald's in the airport before Elton had them already starting a few things that dealed with jumping off things.

"Y'all bring me on a trip and the first thing you make a girl do that's afraid of heights is jump off a building, and then bungee jumping off a bridge?" Penelope looks at Elton.

"Pretty much." He laughs.

Going up to the top Corey and Penelope get nervous, "Okay, listen. When I say I'm afraid of heights, I mean this kind of shit like I can deal with like some thrill rides that are high but looking down is the problem." Penelope explains looking at the camera them out the window making her whine.

Corey ends up having to go first and Penelope had to go second making her whine. "You got this. Just don't look down."

"What?! Don't look down, Elton? Really!" She snaps at him as her heart races going through the door.

For her picture before going she does a sad face with a thumbs up making the guys laugh at her so she flips them off before walking out.

"Oh, mama." She looks down throwing her head back.

"She's going to hate us for the whole trip. Like it's her birthday week." Colby laughs.

"She's never going to let go of this." Sam adds as she jumps off.

"Oh, my god! I hate this! Why did I come!" She shouts looking right at her go-pro to distract her on the way down. "Sorry for the eye contact." She makes herself laugh as she lands.

"How was that?" A worker asks her.

"I hate my friends." She gets unhooked then runs to Corey fake crying.

"I know, I hated it too." He hugs her.

When everyone is done, Elton asks Corey how he feels so he tells him he hates him at the moment. "I look happy, Sam looks happy, Colby looks happy, Penny looks sad, and Corey looks scared out of his mind." Elton shows the pictures.

"I talked to the go-pro on the way down to distract myself." Penelope lets them know as they head out for the bridge.

For the bungee jumping part, Penelope was more scared and didn't know if she could actually do it. Colby could tell she was terrified because she hadn't made a peep since they got there. All geared up it started to set in and her hands were shaking so she hid them from the guys.

Corey says he's not jumping because he's too scared. Elton was up first and watching him makes her anxiety skyrocket. After Colby and Sam, they call Penelope's name but she can't move.

"I can't." She tells them.

"You can do it. You did the first one." Sam rubs her back.

"That's different. I'm going head first." She covers her face and they see how bad she was shaking.

"Penelope." Colby pulled her into a hug and she didn't care he was kinda wet.

"Hey, let me make you a deal." Elton walks her someways. "If you don't wanna jump that's fine but if you do you won't have to drive the whole trip."

"Can I get a pass on this? As a birthday gift? Not to jump?" She tries to bargain with him.

"Okay, for your birthday you give a free pass." They shake on it.

"Okay, I'm not doing this then." She smiles, "Birthday girl gets a pass!" She lets the others know happy she doesn't have to do it.

Back down Elton gets ice cream for him, Sam, and Colby, but Penelope didn't get any because she didn't want to, "I don't wanna leave my bubba out." She leans on his back.

"Oh, thank you." Corey smiles patting her arm.

At their hotel, everyone had twin beds and two rooms so Penelope was confused about where exactly she was sleeping because there were no sofas in the room.

"I figured for a night you and Colby would be fine sharing the bed." Elton lets her know, "Y'all cuddle anyways."

"We can make it work. Don't worry." Colby lets her know.

For bed, Colby and Penelope had their back against each other till he flipped over to spoon her since he was uncomfortable lying the other way.

"I hate you." She whispers since Sam was asleep.

"Why?"

"Making me come on this trip to jump off a building first." She turned her head to look at him even though she couldn't see him in the dark.

"I didn't make you do anything. You could've stayed home." He moved closer to her ear to where she could feel his hot breath. "I'm proud of you for doing the first one though."

"Thank you. But I feel like a sissy for not doing the second one. People are going to make fun of me for almost having a panic attack."

"Hey, Corey sissyed out of it. You get a free pass to skip it. And no one should make fun of you for a fear." He kisses the back of her head. "Now let's get to sleep because the RV is gonna suck."

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