#and then it's sam calling him in the middle of a fight to complain about bucky's stupid ass fighting tactics

[420technoblazeit]

in my mind dean was always supposed to get older and become the new bobby. like ok you're a hunter, maybe a little new to the scene and still figuring things out. and you're tracking down a werewolf, easy case. except some things don't line up quite right and now you're thinking it might not actually be a werewolf. so you ask around a hunter's bar and they all say the same thing. go to this one bunker in the middle of nowhere in kansas

and you're like sure what the hell. you're stumped anyway, might as well check it out. maybe it's a weapons storehouse or something. but then you get there and there's a doorbell and a bee-shaped welcome mat out front and you're starting to think you've got the wrong place. the door swings open and there's this middle aged guy with a robe and batman pyjama bottoms. and he laughs at the look on your face and tells you to come in, he doesn't bite. not since he got that vampire cure, anyway. you're not sure what to make of that last part but he winks at you when he says it so you figure he's joking. maybe.

he gives great advice about hunting everything under the sun and if you stick around long enough he'll go on and on about how he saved the world at least five times. ok sure. you don't want to be rude so you just sit there and sip your coffee politely while he talks about some guy called chuck and how much of a bitch he is. and another guy who's aged a little more gracefully comes padding down the hallway in a metallica t-shirt and rolls his eyes. has he told you about tvland yet? ('i was just getting to that part!')

if you go to the basement you'll find shotguns filled with salt, wooden stakes, holy water, and demon-killing bullets for sale. and if you're lucky the witch who sells hex bags might be around. low-grade curses only, of course. you better leave the powerful stuff to the professionals. and she'll get in trouble if she gives you anything stronger, not that she can't be persuaded. a girl's gotta make a living after all and she's always encouraged eager new witches. it's worked out pretty well for her so far. and then a guy you swear is twice your height will raise an eyebrow at her and insist she only sell the weaker hex bags, please. you don't need any more witches in your coven, rowena. you've got plenty

pagan god giving you trouble? there's a man who swings by every once in a while who knows how to deal with those. give him some candy or a fun magic relic and he might help you out. it depends. he's a little picky about dishing out advice and he likes to play favorites. and if you've got a demon problem they can give you the number of a guy who swears up and down that he used to be the king of hell. but you've seen him walking around with a purse-sized terrier tucked under his arm and a dozen more following him so you're not really sure if you believe him

idk i like to think that dean got to grow old and retire. that doesn't mean he stops helping people, it just means he hangs up his coat and becomes an old man who rambles on and on about 'back in my day' and makes a dent in his leather armchair. there's a foosball table where the dungeon used to be and sam complains about beer bottles being everywhere and it becomes a safe haven for anyone still fighting the good fight. it's just that for dean and the rest of team free will the fight is over. they're done hunting now

#THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME BUT. i was thinkign about the spn finale and what i'd picture as a happy ending for tfw (mostly dean sorry. samgirls) #adn like. i dont think dean would ever give up helping people but i also think at some poitn in time he'd recognize that the way he views #hunting really does hurt him. n maybe eventually he coudl be convinced to take a step back yk? and be a little more hands off like bobby wa #and YES im givign rowena gabe adn crowley happy endings too. up to you to decide if htey live in the bunker now. (i think crowley does at #least once he abdicates the throne. he went full will graham and has like a hundred dogs n dean complains about how much mud they track in) #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #rowena macleod #sam winchester #gabriel spn #crowley macleod #crowley spn #the pig squeals

[companionjones]

BOOM.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Fandoms: Marvel, MCU

Summary: Because of your powers, you keep to yourself around the team. Can one of the Avengers get you to open up?

Warnings: None that come to mind

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    You had started on the Avengers team a few months back. You had never thought your powers could have been used for good, yet there you were, proving yourself wrong.

    You kept to yourself on missions. Even more so when you weren’t in the field. Most of your fieldwork was solo, anyway. Get in, do your job, get out.

    You didn’t talk to others. Most of them understood why. One wouldn’t have it.

    Bucky had had his eyes on you since the day you decided to become part of the team. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The things you had him wanting to do hadn’t happened since the 40′s for Bucky.

    So, he played the long game.

    It started off with soft smiles while he passed you in the halls. Nothing any of the other Avengers wouldn’t do for you. Except Bucky would jog down a corridor to open a door for you, even if your hands were empty and Steve was standing right there to do the same.

    That earned Bucky a small, amused smile from you. That smile lit up Bucky’s whole week.

    From there, Bucky started to get you coffee every morning. It didn’t matter that Sam threw a fit almost daily about how Bucky was only nice enough to get coffee for just one other person, all that mattered to Bucky was the sweet “Thank you” he got to hear from your lips every day.

    After that, things escalated. Bucky wasn’t complaining at all. On the nights that he couldn’t sleep, he sometimes found you in the kitchen. The two of you would talk about trivial things until the sun came up. The conversations left Bucky ever happier.

    The nighttime conversations eventually stretched into the day as well. The other team members were surprised and impressed that Bucky was able to get you to open up to him. Steve was proud to see his best friend come such a long way from essentially having your same habits to where he was then.

    Bucky didn’t really care what everyone else had to say.  All that mattered to him was you.

    “And how are we feeling this morning?” Bucky flashed one of his award-winning smiles as he handed you your morning coffee.

    You pushed down a giggle and softly stated, “Alright.”

    “Yeah, and I’m doing alright too!” Sam called from across the room, no doubt pissed that Bucky had refrained to get him a coffee...again.

    Bucky was in the middle of fully ignoring Sam, but he quickly threw a protective arm around you when it seemed a bomb went off just outside the nearby windows.

    Sam had already suited up with Tony’s nano-tech when Bucky turned to you. “Are you okay?” he yelled over the ringing in both your ears.

    You were able to force your head to nod.

    Bucky breathed. “Okay. Get somewhere safe. We’ll call you if we need you.”

    Again, all you seemed able to do was nod.

    Bucky ran to help the team, and you crawled under a nearby desk. You curled yourself into a ball, and tired to keep your breathing under control.

    That didn’t last long because what was thrown from the cloud of chaos and into your line of sight? Bucky’s metal arm.

    That was what it took to make your vision go red.

    There was a reason you didn’t go to fight with the team. Your powers...they were used as a last resort.

    You heard Tony and Nat and maybe a few others yell at the rest of the team to take cover once they saw you step onto the battlefield.

    After that...

    You had heard stories of what you looked like when you went off. Most said it was an overwhelming yellow light. Quill once said in one of his less sensitive moments that “You looked like Hiroshima.”

    None of that mattered in the moment because once you came down, the damage was done. You were standing in the middle of a crater, and Bucky had climbed down into it to talk to you.

    “...gonna be okay. It’s over now. You did your job perfectly. We can calm down now, right?”

    You tried to nod your head again, but you couldn’t think of anything except your breathing being so loud.

    “No, no. No need to do it again. You did everything you needed to today. You got me?”

    Finally, you nodded.

    He smiled. “Good.”

    “Wha--” you swallowed, “What’re you gonna say now? The sun’s getting real low?”

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#bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #BOOM #BOOM. #avengers slice of life #sebastian stan #companion jones

[orionares]

Distress Call, Part 2

@badthingshappenbingo

A/N: Part 1 can be found here

A/N #2: Was 20 when I joined this fandom (season 3) and now I turned 32 this past weekend. Time flies and it's been fantastic. =]

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"You want to talk about what happened down there?"

Of course he doesn't but Sam knows better.

He takes a slow inhale, taking in the smell of cinnamon buns from a bakery two doors down and the feel of dampness still lingering after a downpour the day before. Sam pushes himself off the rail and turns to see Deeks standing a few feet away with two cold beers in hand and a look that says- are you okay?

"Did that little punk complain about me?" Sam snaps unintentionally. He huffs in frustration and then sighs at Deeks' unchanging expression.

"Considering that you rightfully tore into a Master Chief Petty Officer," Deeks replies while approaching Sam's side and extending out one of the beers. "I doubt Valez will complain since you were technically correct. "

"Doesn't matter," Sam grunts. He twists off the cap of the beer and stares down at the frothy drink in his hands. He can't bring himself to look at Deeks so he opts to focus on the beer as the younger man sighs heavily. 

"Sam, what happened back there?" Deeks asks. The question tears at Sam, eating away at the already self critical, angry state he's still in. He takes a sip of his own beer and finally tears his eyes off the bottle and over to the Investigator. 

And when he does, Sam sees the eyes of twenty-six year old eager Petty Officer Jamal Holliday. 

The twenty-six year old bright and eager Marine who'd been bullied and assaulted, allegedly, by a trio of arrogant, high ranking Marines during a training session. He replays the broken look in the young man's eyes as he sat bloodied and bruised in a hospital bed, interviewed by Sam and Callen as a part of the investigation. 

He also feels the need to punch the agitator, Master Chief Valez. "Holliday doesn't belong here, sir. Whatever happened during the sparring match was all by his own doing."

"You with me, Sam?" Deeks asks. His head is cocked slightly to the right as the Investigator eyes him suspiciously from head to toe. Sam turns his head away, grumbles, “Let it go, Deeks,” before looking away again. 

"My spidey senses are telling me that this isn't about Velez." The Investigator takes a sip of his own beer, letting another silence fall between them for a moment before adding, "Not all Marines are good, honorable men, Sam. They aren't like you."

Aren't like you- the words echo in his head, bringing a rush of memories proving otherwise.

"You're just a temp."

"Didn't mean to bug you, Sam."

"I'm Navy, straight up. Everything you do is different. The way you dress, your jokes. Your hair-"

Sam winces at the last memory and takes a large gulp of his beer to fight off the growing tightness in his chest.

The guilt, eleven years strong, eating at him.

"Velez and his group of cronies or whatever will get what they deserved," Deeks mutters. "And Petty Officer Holliday will transfer to another unit or squad or whatever the Navy calls-"

"Why?"

Deeks narrows his eyes at Sam. "Why what?"

Sam shakes his head and looks over to the pattering of passing headlights on the overpass a mile away. "Velez being…what made Velez think that he could do those things to Holliday? Why did he think he was so much better over someone that he'd..he'd-"

He stops himself before the words he wants to say tumble out- I thought I was better than you because I'm a SEAL. Please tell me that my stupid, selfish reasons were different from his.

In the corner of his eye, Sam can see Deeks, in the middle of lifting his bottle, suddenly freeze. He lowers the bottle before his expression shifts to confusion. Deeks' blue eyes stare at Sam for a long beat before the Investigator steps back, cocks his head and asks incredulously,  "You think you're like Velez? Wait- you think what Velez did to Holliday and what you did to me are the same thing?"

Sam straightens up and fully faces Deeks. He oddly feels calmer than he'd ever expected when ever having this conversation.

 Deeks, on the other hand-

"Why would you- Sam, you honestly think you are the same as the psychopath who essentially used a rookie for target practice?" Deeks exclaims. He shakes his head and scoffs. "Did you try and use me for target practice?"

Sam steps back from Deeks, actually a touch insulted at the question. "I'd never-"

Deeks jabs a finger in the direction of the roof door. "Did you take pleasure in knowing that I was miles behind you  and leave me hanging or did you help me to be better, moaning and bitching the whole time?"

Sam opens his mouth to respond but stops at the look in Deeks' eyes. 

Anger. Disappointment. Disbelief. 

The Investigator shakes his head and sighs heavily, "Most importantly- why- I thought after Sidarov and everything that we'd moved past-"

"Do you remember calling me when you'd been stabbed?" Sam blurts out. He catches himself, takes a breath and continues, "Petty Officer Holliday was assaulted and then tried to call one of his team members for help and…you called me once when you'd been stabbed during a LAPD op, instead of Kensi or Hetty or anyone else."

Deeks' eyes flicker down for a moment as he tries to think back. When the memory clicks, his eyes widen. "I remember…that was uhm…I was in an alley and then it went blank until I woke up. I called you?"

Sam shakes his head and looks back to the beer sitting on the ledge. "You apologized," he explains with a sniffle. "You thought that calling me while you were bleeding in an alley was such an inconvenience."

"Sam-"

The older agent can feel tears forming in his eyes."You would've died thinking that and I don't- that wouldn't have been true. Not even close."

Deeks walks over to the ledge and leans back against it. Sam can feel him watching him for a few seconds, this time with a little less confusion than before. "Sam, what was the last non- work conversation we had before today?"

"What?"

Deeks smirks a little and repeats the question, "What was the last non- work conversation you and I had?"

"I need you to talk me out of doing something stupid. Probably not too stupid, considering..."

The memory triggers a small smile on Sam. "About the ethical ways to do a background check on one of Rosa's friends. And how I should buy my own golden shark to put on my boat."

Deeks nods. "Which would be awesome by the way. And why do you think  a year and a half into my time on the team, bleeding and delirious and well- aware of you and Callen's dislike of having me on the team, that I called you for help?"

Sam's conscience screams in the back of his mind the answers he's afraid to hear.

Because I was delirious.

Because I made a mistake.

Because I was naive. 

What he doesn't expect is Deeks' answer.

"Because I trusted you to get help."

He doesn't remember the immediate emotions as he had after directing Eric and Kensi to get help but he remembers the automatic instinct to rescue the team's liaison.

Deeks' expression softens as Sam's realization rises. "I knew you didn't like me," he admits softly, "but I knew you, Callen, Kensalina, Hetty- I had to have known you'd come help me, at the minimum. I trusted you even when you were at your worst and was right."

Sam watches Deeks clink his beer against Sam's before he nods. "That's the difference between me and Velez and Holliday- you changed. He hasn't and probably never will."

"You're a good man, Deeks." Sam says. "If I didn't tell you."

Deeks takes a final large gulp of his beer and stands. "And so are you. So let what happened between us go, alright? Promise me."

"I'll try." His answer to the request is as honest as it can be. The guilt still remains but feels different.

Lighter.

And in time, Sam realizes, it'll heal. 

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The end. 

Thanks for reading!

#bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo #ncis la #marty deeks #sam hanna

[teenagepretentiousness]

“This coffee tastes like shit.” Was what Sam was greeted with as he woke up. For a minute, Sam forgot about the mission. He was too busy staring at the way Bucky’s nose scrunched in disgust, the furrow of his eyebrows. His lips twist into a disappointed frown as he took a second sip. 

“Then stop drinking it.” 

“I’m sorry, have you meant me?”

“Unfortunately.” Sam shot back, causing a glare to be thrown in his direction, behind flat, brown hair that hung over Bucky’s forehead. Sam smiled, stretching under the covers, letting the so called duvet fall over his eyes. 

“This is genuinely the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Then stop drinking it.” Sam told him, voice muffled by the duvet.

“No.” 

Child. 

“James.”  Sam groaned, considering throwing a pillow at the man perched on the desk. 

“It's not my fault, you were the one to introduce to me to the wonders of modern coffee.” His voice was closer now, and there must’ve been a slight pout to his lips, given the tone of voice. 

Sam hummed. 

“Can you please just come here?” Sam asked, adjusting how he was situated just a bit. 

“On it, Cap.” Bucky muttered, pouring the rest of the god awful coffee into his mouth, before sliding into the bed next to Sam. 

“No more ‘Cap’ shit. I’m too tired to be thinking about all of that.” Sam complained, but welcomed the security of Bucky’s arms around him. 

They settled in a silence, Sam head resting in the curve of Bucky’s neck. 

“Wanna talk about it?” The mission. The mission, that shouldn’t have ended the way it did. Sam was there, Sam could’ve fixed it. The mission, where 8 innocent people lost their lives. That was Sam’s job, to protect the people that couldn’t fight the battles he could. 

And Bucky was there. Bucky knows. Bucky watched it all go down in slow motion, while Sam felt like he was in the world's cruellest action movie. 

So, really, Sam doesn’t wanna talk about it. Because Bucky was the one on the ride to the hotel, where Sam had done nothing but sob. Because Bucky was the one that stopped the car in the middle of the drive, just to hold Sam. Because Bucky, no matter how hard Sam insured he wouldn’t, somehow Bucky cracked his armour down. So, really, Bucky knew everything Sam had to say about this. 

“There was nothing I could’ve done.” It felt like the first time he had to use those words. When Riley fell out of the sky. When he’d lie, because pity made him feel worse. 

“You don’t believe that.”

“No, I don’t. But you do, so I think that's enough.” Sam didn’t need to see Bucky to know he had cracked a smile. He lifted his head, capturing Bucky’s lips in a small kiss.

And, it did, taste like awful coffee.

#im on vacation and the hotel has the grossest coffee #hence #this drabble #sambucky #winterfalcon #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky drabble #kate writes thing (unfortunately)

[s0ulsniper]

BUCKY BARNES X READER

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Warning: No warning, mild fighting and angst, mostly will be fluff. Mild cursing.

Summary: After Sam got y/n to agree meeting Bucky, strictly on mission terms, things start to get personal.

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One thing you didn't want to do on your day off, was get your house blown up or something. Of course being called at 8 in the morning was a close second.

I grab my phone as I try to adjust my eyes to lighting change.

I click accept, not even bothering to read the name.

"...hello?" I ask groggily. I'm sure I sound like I just drunk a gallon of sand.

"hey y/n."

I jump suddenly and sit up, I could smell colors and see perfectly.

"Sam? What the hell happened? What's wrong?" I ask suddenly.

I hear a faint laugh at the other end of the phone and my body relaxes and I roll my eyes.

"You whore." I complain.

"What? Can I not call you?" He continues the laughter dying down.

"Well when you call me at-" I glance at my phone. "8:13 in the morning sounding like you just fought of a militia, one would think something's wrong."

He pauses for a second then continues to tell me why he called.

"Well nothing's first hand wrong, but we do need your help."

My face scrunches in confusion.

"We?"

I hear a sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Bucky and I, we need your help."

"Sam you know-"

"I know y/n, but this is urgent. You know deep down how good we all work together."

I internally curse the universe out and then I come to a conclusion.

"Fine, but it better be important."

"It is, I promise. I'm glad to see you again." My phone dings. "I texted you the address, get here as soon as possible."

"Alright I'm getting ready now." I answer getting up.

"Okay see you then, love you."

"love you." The phone clicks and I make my way to my closet, grabbing clothes and turning the shower on.

After I finish getting ready I grab my keys and gear, throwing it in my bag.

I slide my converse on and walk out of my apartment, locking my door.

After I walk 20 hours down the stairs and outside I get in my car and pull up the GPS.

"Good morning miss y/n, where to?" I hear AXL say as my car turns on.

"Goodmorning AXL, bring me to the location Sam sent me please."

"Understood." He answers and starts the directions.

It took about 25 minutes to get to the location, almost in the middle of no where in the suburbs.

I pull into a driveway, a one story house that's pretty wide in size.

"You have arrived." AXL says.

"Are you sure this is the right place?"

"Yes." He speaks from the radios. "It is the exact copy from the text."

"Alright thank you AXL." I say grabbing my bag from the passenger seat.

"My pleasure, stay safe." My A.I. announces as I opening the door.

I cautiously walk up the driveway and to the front door.

I look around before knocking.

"Coming!" I hear yelled, and suddenly my stomach churns.

I basically forgot the whole time coming here that Bucky would also be here.

Before I could process it the door unlocks and opens revealing Bucky.

"...y/n?" His eyes widen.

"yes, that is my name." I answer walking in patting his shoulder. "Where's Sam?"

Before he could answer I hear Sam yell from a room to the left.

I walk into a living room and kitchen and see Sam get up from the couch.

"Yo, Donnie!" He basically yells and walks up to me.

"Still, that's not my name." I protest put still accept a hug.

"It always has been." He jokes as we pull away. "See, you still even look like it."

I look down at my clothes and back up to him.

"It's just a colo-"

"He is right, you do look like the turtle." I hear a voice say.

I turn around to glare at Bucky as he walks in and sits on the couch.

"And you have the smarts and skills." Sam continues.

I don't even protest anymore and I walk in the kitchen.

"You could at least admit you missed me." I hear Bucky say behind me while I dig through the fridge for any sort of drink.

I turn around to see Bucky holding my favorite drink up.

"Asshole." I smirk and take the bottle. "I missed you a little."

He smiled and opens the cabinet for two glasses.

Sam walks in the kitchen and raises an eyebrow seeing Bucky and I sit at the island drinking together.

"Don't." I warn as I take another drink and Bucky laughs.

"So." San starts and leans against the counter. "We have a problem, and it involves super soldier serum."

I perk up at this.

"What?" I question.

"A teenager name Karli Morgenthau and a group she is in- or made. The group stole around half a liter of serum. They're on the run and we need to catch them before something goes wrong. And not to mention, somehow she is a super soldier herself. And we have reason to believe some of her little friends are too." He explains.

I breathe out suddenly realizing I was holding my breath.

"Well fuck." I mumble. "I'll be right back."

I get up from my seat and put my glass down going down the hallway trying to find the bathroom.

Luckily, there was a door wide open showing the bathroom.

I walk in and crack the door.

Wow, it's a pretty big bathroom. Could be a bedroom if you wanted to.

I sit on the side of the bathtub and put my head in my hands sighing.

Why today, and why now. It's 9 in the morning and I could be asleep right now.

Suddenly I hear a knock on the door.

"y/n?" I hear faintly from the door and I don't even bother to look up.

"Come in." I answer and the door opens further.

I hear them walk in and shut the door.

"Are you alright?" They ask and I realise it's Bucky.

I look up and shrug.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

He looks at me as if he doesn't believe a word I just said and sits next to me on the tub.

"You know, you can tell me whats bothering you right?"

I look at him and realise that the room suddenly seems super small.

I look back down and feel the blood rush to my face. Hopefully not enough to notice.

"I'm sorry." I admit.

"For what?" He asks and I scoff looking up.

"I mean I'm sort of a bitch to you sometimes." I answer.

"I mean, I am to you too."

"Yeah, so say sorry." I tell him and he chuckles.

I laugh too with him and we just sit there.

"Have I ever told you I love your laugh?" He mumbles and I definitely redden enough to notice.

"What?... Really?" I ask.

He nods and smiles.

"Of course doll, even when you say you hate it." He admits grabbing my hands in his.

He definitely knew what he was doing, but I didn't mind.

"See you aren't really that tough on the inside are you?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"Of course I am, I just know when to let it down."

As if in an instant, he grabs my face with his other hand and kisses me.

My hand in his, and my other resting in his thigh, we stay there for eternity it feels like.

He bits my bottom lip asking for permission and I let him, opening my mouth letting him as he sticks his tongue in my mouth.

Eventually, we pull away and I pull him in the tightest hug, pulling me into his lap.

"I knew you had a soft spot for me."

"Of course I do."

Maybe this mission wouldn't be as dreadful as I thought.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel #fanfic #x reader

[absurdist-void]

Last night I took a bath and realized I haven’t dreamt about Sam in a while. Probably for the best. Hope he died.

When I fell asleep during a nap, I became lucid. I found myself in a modern office building. Big windows. Sterile. A lot of space and not enough decoration. Very corporate. Isolating.

I walked around and looked for anyone to mess with. In lucid dreams, I like to be sadistic and play with people like they’re Sims and I’m their pool ladder deleting god. Well, I don’t actually like killing them. I like psychological torture more. When they’re dead, they’re boring.

My mental state is very different from how I am when awake. I have a hard time being mean to people unless they’re mean to me first. In lucid dreams, I’m a traumatized little sociopath.

No one in the building caught my attention. The building was only filled with maybe 5 or 6 men in suits. Boring targets.

I tried to summon people to play with. No one appeared.

I walked into a bathroom and washed my hands and face. I felt ill and tired like I had the flu or a bad hangover.

I got a funny feeling that Sam was somehow involved.

Even though I felt terrible, I was also bored and horny.

I called for him out loud. At first he didn’t appear.

I sat on a couch in the middle of a room, and unzipped my pants.

I yelled, “I guess I’m going to have to pleasure myself if nobody else is going to show up.”

Like the dog that he is, he appeared next to me.

I told him to take me somewhere else because the office building was boring.

He picked me up and carried me.

When he appears, he likes to carry me around. It also feels like he’s attached to my back like a monkey clinging to me or a heavy backpack.

He took me into a red, black, and gold gothic Victorian

There were clothes strewn across the floor. I noticed women’s dresses. Short, silky. Dresses you would wear to a club.

I assumed they were deliberately placed or left there.

I snorted. Typical.

In the middle of the room was a large coffin covered in roses. The room had no other furniture.

I wondered if he slept in there like a vampire. It would be very on brand for him.

I laughed. “What? Are we going to fuck in a coffin?”

We did not. In fact, I think his entire goal was to annoy and frustrate me.

At time went on, I got more annoyed with him and started arguing. I was tired of being carried around like a child and tired of whatever stunt he was pulling.

My annoyance turned into anger and I wanted to fight him.

“I bet you wouldn’t do this to L. She wouldn’t allow it.”

I implied that he shouldn’t treat me differently just because I’m a squishy human.

He chucked at that.

I think I annoyed him with my complaining. He squeezed me tighter to the point where I felt my organs being crushed. This is something he does when I get too defiant.

It felt like he was trying to crush me into two. It is some of the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Like a combination of kidney stones and having your guts reorganized.

I pushed through the pain and told him to gut me if that’s what he wanted to do. Don’t just be a tease and threaten me with a good time.

He continued to squeeze.

My voice got deeper, raspy, and demonic. Like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. It was like something inside me took over. I threatened him to stop or I was going to crush him like a worm under my boot.

He threatened to rape me with a barbed cock. Every time I tried to pull away it would tear me up.

I had enough and woke myself up.

#dream journal

[someone1348]

Heya! So after reading your headcannons for prison Dream I went and read that “Security Watch” fic, and I was struck with genius.

Little space Dream.

When he breaks out he’s so touch starved and socially awkward that he regresses often. He regresses to about 5-7 years old and he’s just a big brat, but he’s also incredibly soft.

Lee moods are often accompanied with little space after the break out, and Techno becomes his occasional caregiver. He can’t leave lil’ Dream alone because either A) he’ll fuck with shit to be a pest or B) he’ll have a panic attack.

I can come up with so many possible scenarios with little space Dream, this has like opened a new world for me. Thoughts?

OMG YES!!!

I AM NOW OBESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT!

I am so writing a fic on this! I'm adding that to my list!

These are going to be little space/lee dream headcannons!

Little dream/lee dream:

(Before/In Prison)

-I 1000% agree that he would regress from the ages of 5-7 years old!

-He is either a huge butthead /lh or the softest boy that you will ever see

-His favorite color other than green is blue because it reminds him of George

-Being away from people for so long when in the prison dream had become extremely touch starved and with all the thinking he has to do to pass the time the regression started

-He didn't even know what has happening at first until he physically felt his brain go into a smaller, childlike state

-He wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of little space considering he knew a couple of littles himself that roamed the smp

-However he didn't ever think he was one until that very moment

-He wasn't complaining though, this felt right, he felt comfortable for once but he was also scared in that moment "what if sam came in" thoughts like that filled his head and caused him to lay down, curl up and wipe a tear from his cheek

-To his unfortune, Sam did come in to bring him food, seeing his state he questioned the green man, Once Sam heard his voice, all rational thought went straight out the door

-Sam didn't care how bad dream was the minute he realized he was in little space Sam's caregiver instincts took over and he made sure dream was okay before he left

-"How old are you kiddo?" Sam softly asked as dream held up 5 fingers

-Sam calmed Dream down and gave him his food before leaving, he stated that he will be watching from the monitor if he needed anything else and that he won't be going far in case Dream started to cry again

-Dream was fine though, he just stuck his tongue out at Sam, called him a meanie and ate some mash potatoes while giggling

-While in the prison Dream had tended to regress more when he was under a lot of stress or sad

-However there were more than one occasion where he would slip into that headspace while in the middle of a big lee mood

-The giggly aspect of a lee mood makes an easy entrance for little space, the two together and you get Little Lee Dream!

-When Dream was in a lee mood and he was in little space there was no way he wouldn't be a menace

-Normally Dream is pretty figity and hyper, mainly because of his adhd, but also because that's just him/his personality, which we stan besides the point, if Dream was hit with the two L's at once, Little and Lee! There was no stopping him

-He will do whatever is necessary to get tickles!

-In the prison it was breaking stuff, dream broke a lot of things, as well as being an overall butthead to Sam, he would do it all just to get wrecked!

-Sam caught on pretty quickly to what was happening but he was all good with playing along and humoring the kid

-Dream fell asleep every single time after he got wrecked, The poor thing needed the rest if im honest

•After the prison things were so different!

-The first time Dream felt himself slip after the prison he was again in fear, he tried to fight it back but he couldn't anymore

-He just cried until Techno came back and gathered together what was happening pretty quickly, after seeing him and hearing his voice it was clear he was in little space

-Techo was very well versed in Littles, he took care of a few before so he was on top of things pretty quickly when it came to Dream

-He asked him his age, calmed him down, rocked him back and forth for a while, made him feel safe and made sure he grabbed the essentials on his way back, he made Dream come with him because he didn't want to leave the little one alone

-Techo took on the role of being Dreams Caregiver extremely quickly

-Dream added this onto the things that he owes techno for big time but of course none of them minded one bit

-Dream was calm with Techno and when he would slip into a lee mood as well he didn't break stuff or go to the extremes like he did with Sam, The most he would do was just poke him until Techno gave in

-Or make Techno chase him it's extremely adorable!

-Dream giggles a lot when he is in little space, but especially if he is in a lee mood so it's easy to pick up on what is happening

-The only other person who has seen Dream go into little space after the prison is Sapnap

-Sapnap takes great care of him as well, though he definitely prefers Techo to do it! He said and I quote "Sappy doesn't know how to cook, I fear for his kids one day" which earned him a proper wrecking by the firey one who "can't cook"

-Dream is more playful with Sapnap, it is great

-By the time everyone got comfortable around Dream again he started letting more and more people see his little side

-Things got better for everyone

-And Even though there was no way Dream was going to go back to the prison there was no stopping little Dream from going to pay Sam a visit and possibly break a few things

-I love little Dream! Ahh!

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If ya'll want my take on little Dream specifically or anyone else who you think would be a little or if you want some of my Caregiver headcannons for anyone those are now open too! I hope you all enjoyedd!

-K :]

#k's random thought of the day #k's headcannons #Little!Dream #lee!dream #mcyt tickle #dream smp tickle

[honeykngdom]

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚎. 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘

Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance.Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: none, we get some 1:1 em & ains time and some beach soccer! A/N: Hello beautiful humans, here is part two! I hope this gives everyone some much needed Embry content and 1:1 quality time and rapport building. 10/10, these two are very cute and I'm super excited to take a spin with the imprinting concept! prev. chapter | next chapter

The intricate weaves of the flames held my attention throughout the duration of the evening; every so often, the smoke would gravitate towards me and I would cover my eyes to keep them from burning. The only time I moved my eyes from the fire was to scan the crowd, admiring the way the light illuminated across the features of my extended family. When my gaze found its way to Embry, I’d linger a moment or two longer, watching the way the flames danced in his brown orbs before I looked away to keep the heat from rising in my cheeks. 

I found myself growing more uncomfortable as the night went on, trying to avoid making unnecessary conversation, not wanting to draw attention to myself. 

The numbers on my phone read 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟺𝙿𝙼. I felt the coldness seeping into my extremities, my breath swirling out in cloudy circles in the bitter air. I pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging my brother’s jacket around my frame tightly. I thought back to the warmth of the house earlier in the day, suddenly longing for it. Kim, Emily — even Claire — all seemed to be toasty warm alongside their respective campfire partners. Claire was only nine, and had yet to complain. 

I looked over at Jennie, who seemed so incredibly content and at home alongside her brother. I almost felt bad for wanting to leave so soon; I knew how much time like this meant to Jennie. Instead, I turned my attention to Travis, who was in the middle of talking about his program at Peninsula College. 

“So, what? You’re gonna be a cop like your dad?” Seth asked, twirling a strand of hair between his long fingers. 

Travis shrugged. “That wasn’t necessarily the plan. I was thinking more about security or corrections.” He grinned, rubbing his hands together between his knees. “Something a little more hands on.”

I rolled my eyes, sharing a knowing glance with Trent as he shook his head in slight disapproval. While the boys had always been the type to fight it out, Trent believed less that violence was a stable foundation to create a career from. Travis might have had a good heart, but we were aware that he was approaching it with the wrong mindset. We just didn’t know how to tell him. 

Seth pursed his lips, seeming to consider Travis’s answer in the same manner TJ had. He wanted to believe there was some positive reinforcement, but sometimes Travis was quite simply a jerk who wanted to be the biggest jerk with a legitimate reason. I loved my brother very much, but I couldn’t help but think he was looking forward to being a jerk for the rest of his life because he felt like he wouldn’t be able to accomplish much else. 

“I think it’s a great idea.” Leah quipped from her place beside Kim, her fingers gripping tightly onto the bottle in her hand. “Corrections is a really great area to get into, we could use better rehabilitation.” 

Travis seemed to appreciate her words, and raised his beer. “I’ll drink to that.” He laughed, tilting his head back as he took a few swigs. 

I went back to watching the fire, thought about moving my chair forward, thought about joining Sam and Emily  and their child on the other side to side on a log closer to the fire. But Embry rested so comfortably beside Sam, so I quickly dismissed the idea. After fifteen minutes, I mumbled something about needing to go home before my toes fell off. 

I shrugged out of Trenton’s jacket, handing it back to him despite his obvious interest in the conversation between the other guys. Jennie looked up at me as I was leaving, raising an eyebrow in silent question. 

“I’m going to head home.” I smiled sheepishly. “Did you two need a ride?” I asked, looking down at the empty bottles my parents had finished off and put away to the side. 

TJ shook his head. “Trent’s going to drive us back since Trav can’t.” I looked over to where Travis popped the cap off another bottle, his own collection growing around his feet. 

“Just get home safe, ‘kay?” I leaned down to wrap my arms around my mother, pressing a kiss to her cheek before I turned around to head back towards the side of the house where I parked and wrapped my arms around myself. 

Just as I was about to reach the porch, I heard Jennie calling out my name. “Ains, baby, wait a sec!” 

I turned around, trying not to let the slight annoyance surface to my features as I looked backwards towards where my mother stood gesturing to Embry, exchanging a few words before she looked over at me.

“Would you mind giving Embry a ride?” 

I froze in place for a moment, trying not to think about being in such a confined space with someone who, for the most part, made me feel about a thousand different things. It didn’t matter how good looking he was, it didn't matter how much I caught myself searching for his eyes all night. Embry was standing just beside my mother, watching and waiting patiently for me to give indication he had permission. 

I pressed my lips together, my eyes just barely fluttering shut before I nodded my head once. “Sure.”

One side of Embry’s mouth turned up in a large smile, causing my heart to flutter erratically in my chest. Damn it. I watched as he leaned over the fire to speak with Quil, their hands meeting briefly in a sort of goodbye bro-shake before he turned and jogged to where I stood, lips fully spread into a wide smile. 

“Thanks for the ride.” He said, slowing to a walk just beside me as I turned around the corner of Billy’s house. 

“Mhm,” I hummed, slipping my eyes away from him to watch the ground as we walked. “Were you even drinking? You only had like two —” I stopped myself, chewing on my inner cheek for a moment before I cleared my throat and continued, “I mean, it didn’t look like you were drinking all that much. Couldn't you drive yourself?” 

Embry raised a single brow and shook his head. “I work night shifts three times a week, so I don’t typically drink.” He looked down at my folded arms and bumped my hip as we walked. “I also don’t have a car — well, I do. I just prefer to use my feet as my main method of transportation. Speaking of driving,” he stopped me short of the Jeep, pulling his brows together as he breathed through his next words, “can I drive?” 

I blinked, staring up at him in astonishment for a moment. I had been asked for a ride home plenty of times; from the time I had received my license and purchased my beloved Jeep, girlfriends had asked her for rides numerous times. Never had anyone asked for a ride and to drive. “Uh — what?” 

“It’s not a sexist thing, I swear.” Embry started, holding his hands up. “I just prefer to do the driving.” 

I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest. “That definitely sounds like a sexist thing.” 

Embry pressed his palm into his forehead and let out a sigh, “I promise it isn’t — just, please?” He asked, dropping his hands at his sides, his eyes weary with a sort of pleading. When I didn’t move, he sighed again petulantly. “There was an accident a few years ago, a chick was driving, we got into an accident — wasn’t her fault or anything, I just feel more comfortable if I’m the one driving.” 

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t exactly find the words. What was I supposed to say? Sorry about your luck, but I’m driving? I wasn’t that much of an asshole. My arms dropped and I held the keys out between my thumb and index finger. 

“You didn’t need to tell me all of that. I was gonna let you drive.” I lied, trying to shrug nonchalantly and offered a smile. “Are you sure you’re alright to get behind the wheel?”

“Scouts honour.” Embry snatched the keys from my fingers. I turned, moving quickly around to the passenger side of the vehicle, settling into the seat for the first time. It felt a little strange, watching Embry readjust the seat to fit his body — even when the seat went as far back as it could, he still looked too big. 

I smiled to myself, reaching forward to flip on the heat while Embry started the engine. My fingers pressed against the heater eagerly, body shivering slightly. “How aren’t you freezing?” I asked, a little harsher than I intended but perhaps that was because I was envious of the obvious fact he sat more comfortably in front of the fire. 

“You’re cold?” He asked, reaching with both hands to take mine. Embry rubbed his palms over my fingers, the warmth burning my skin in the most pleasant way. I watched his long fingers wrap around my hands, in awe of how the heat trailed through my veins, causing an immediate eruption of goosebumps to coat my skin. 

Instant warmth. 

“You’re not?” I asked in awe, slipping my hands away from his once I realized he had yet to let them go. 

Embry shrugged, pulling the gear shift into drive before he twisted the wheel and brought the Jeep into a steady roll forward. I looked outside of my window, watching the group around the fire laugh – my eyes momentarily paused on Trent and Leah before I moved my stare forward as the car pulled into the street. 

“Cold doesn’t really bother me all too much.” Embry said simply after a moment of consideration, shifting in the driver's seat for a moment before he awkwardly rested his left elbow against the window and leaned to the side, guiding the wheel with his right hand. 

“Everyone gets cold.” I argued spitefully, cursing myself when I inherently leaned forward into the heaters again. 

The man chuckled, rubbing his lips with his free hand, “Not everyone, honey.” 

I cut my eyes towards him, skewing my mouth into a sort of disdain before I laughed once, “Do not,” I started, shaking my head, “call me that ever again.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.” 

Embry smiled again, this time more to himself. “Don’t like nicknames?” 

I looked at him, turning in my seat a little to get a better look at him. “Not much.” 

Even in the dark, with his face barely illuminated by the odd streetlight he looked content and at ease. I wasn’t completely sure how he managed to keep himself so put together, especially given his past. He is twenty-four, I thought to myself. It was something different. Trenton was twenty-five, but he didn’t hold anywhere near the same cautious and controlled face Embry did. Like at any moment, Embry could break or snap; like he needed to keep himself in line from saying or doing something that he wasn’t supposed to. His eyes appeared tired, despite the typically happy demeanour that I recalled in our youth. I wondered if he had slept. 

The next few minutes were silent, save for the quiet thrum of the bass in the music and the blast of the heaters. It wasn’t until we turned right past the resort that I realized we were driving towards my house. I leaned back in my seat, eyebrows pulled together as he pulled the Jeep up to the curb and cut the ignition, turning to me with a straight face. 

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Embry looked around for a moment, his brows mimicking mine. “I drove you home?” He asked, seeming as confused as I was. 

“You asked me for a ride home.” I clarified. 

“Yes.”

“Then you asked to drive.” 

“Yes.”

I braced my hands on the dashboard, my words coming out slowly. “What happened to getting you home?”

Embry snorted, pulling the handle on the door open as he slipped out of the car. I watched him walk over to my side leisurely in a few large steps, opening the door swiftly with a broad smile. “What?” He asked, his smile faltering just the slightest when he noticed I appeared unwilling to move. 

“I’m not sleeping with you.” I whispered, swinging my legs out of the car. 

He held up his hands again, raising his eyebrows high as he shook his head quickly. “Woah, I never — I didn’t drive you home to try to sleep with you.” 

I shot him a skeptical look, “Right. You drove me home, knowing no one would be here, just for the sake of driving me home?” I pressed, squinting my eyes at him. 

“Uh, yeah?” He asked, taking a step away from the door. “You literally live on the edge of town with nothing but forest for miles on end. Sue me for wanting to make sure you got home okay.” He replied, folding his arms across his chest. I could see his expression shift from genuine confusion to annoyance. Admittedly, he looked far more attractive with his face pulled together in frustration and anger. 

I stood my ground. “How did you even know where I lived?”

He laughed once. “You’re kidding, right?” Embry asked. When I didn’t respond, he shook his head. “It’s a small town. This is a newer development. Your mom is a nurse and your step-dad is a detective – it wasn't hard to put two and two together.” Embry waved to all of the newly renovated homes behind us. “That, and Travis said something during dinner.”

I squinted at him again. “You really didn’t come here to try to make a pass at me?” 

Embry licked his lips and shook his head again, the crease between his brows smoothing. “No. I didn’t.” His hand shot out to help me when I began to climb out of the vehicle, “I actually wanted to ask if you were doing anything tomorrow afternoon.”

“Why?”

He paused, confused that his question wasn’t already clear enough. “I was going to ask if you wanted to come play soccer?” When I looked at him like he had three heads, he shut the car door and turned to walk up my driveway. “Once a week we try to get together and do something together — Billy’s birthday was going to be the thing for the week, but I talked to Jacob about it and he thinks it would be a good idea —”

“Who is ‘we’?” I asked, wrapping my arms around my body. 

“The guys — Sam, Quil, Sam, Seth, tweedle dum and tweedle dee — plus some of the girls. Leah, Kim usually, Emily doesn’t like running around so much. And Rachel.” 

“And you play soccer?” I asked, more so for clarification that I hadn’t entirely misheard him.

He nodded, “Once a week.” He added. 

“And this was your idea?” I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Embry froze for a moment, pressing his lips together. “Yeah. I don’t think we all exactly made the greatest impression earlier today,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I wanted to see you again, I just figured you’d be more comfortable if it were a group setting.” 

I blinked a few times, trying to get past the part where he had mentioned he had wanted to see me again. My heart fluttered again, warmth seeping over my cheeks. I appreciated that he was trying to accommodate me, but I wouldn’t let it be known that I wasn’t entirely sure I fit in with that crowd. 

“I think soccer would be great.” I smiled, turning to grab the keys from his hand. 

“Yeah?” He asked, another smile breaking across his face. 

I nodded, placing my hand on the doorknob. “I have to be home at a reasonable hour to do some school stuff, but I wouldn’t totally hate to kill some hours with you guys.” I watched as Embry smiled triumphantly, letting out a sigh when I twisted the knob and opened the door. “Now get home safely, it’s getting late.” 

Embry shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and waited until the door shut behind me before he turned to talk down the street. I watched from behind the curtains until his figure disappeared into the darkness before I retired to my room, trying to suppress my smile as I dressed myself for bed and collapsed into the bedsheets. 

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The sound pierced through the silence of the early morning, jolting me from my sleep. I froze in place, wondering if it was worth rolling over to slap snooze on my alarm clock. My memory jogged back to the prior night, unsure of when I had eventually fallen asleep. After sliding into the comfort of my bed, I spent what felt like hours tossing and turning, butterflies erupting in my stomach every so often as a gentle reminder that in fifteen hours time I had the pleasure of gracing a tightly knit group with my presence. 

A group I previously felt incredibly left out of. 

A group I knew very well I didn’t belong to. 

Don’t be a pussy, I scolded myself, pushing up with my palms to flip onto my right side and bring my fingers down on the red button on the clock. The air silenced again, and I relaxed into the pillows, my eyes scanning over shadowed objects of my room as I pulled the white duvet to my chin, shivering against the cool breeze that drifted in through my window. While I previously contemplated rolling over to get another few hours of rest, I heaved a sigh and slipped my feet out from the covers, standing up with more effort than usual. I was sure I slept perfectly fine, but it felt like I hadn’t gotten a single wink.

I grabbed my towel off the back of my chair and made my way into the hall; the soft clatter of dishes and sizzle in a pan indicated that someone was in the kitchen cooking some sort of meal. I poked my head through the crack of Jennie’s bedroom door, smiling when I saw my mother laying on top of the blankets, still fully clothed with the exception of her shoes, which had very obviously been pried off of her feet. I shut the door quickly and made my way to the bathroom, turning the shower on full heat before I stripped down and ran my fingers through my hair in an effort to rid it of deep tangles. 

I took my time washing away the restless night; I focused on letting the pressure of the water massage into my shoulders and upper back, straining my neck to the side every so often to encourage the warmth to ease the tension. After what seemed like an eternity, I massaged my scalp with the lavender shampoo and lathered my ends in coconut conditioner, letting the moisturizer seep into my hair as I shaved and cleaned the remainder of my body. I hadn’t realized how hot the shower was until the air grew thick with humidity, and my skin turned bright red. I switched the dial back to cool, washing the remnants from my hair before I shut the water off completely and stepped out of the tub onto the towel just outside of shower. 

I was pulled from my autopilot trace when a loud fist banged on the opposite side of the door, followed by a muffled plea. Travis was awake, which meant Travis really needed to use the bathroom. I pulled my towel tightly around my frame, and twisted the lock on the knob. 

“Christ, Ains. You’ve been in there for forty fucking minutes.” Travis grumbled, arms folded across his bare chest with his lips pulled into a scowl. 

I tried to not laugh at the disarray of his hair, and instead stepped around him to jog back to my bedroom. Once I felt I was suitably dressed for the weather, I wandered into the kitchen in search of whatever leftovers had been made for the morning.

I hummed in a sort of delight when I recognized bacon and fresh coffee, pulling a small plate down from the cabinet. I picked my share off the pan on the stove, and slipped two slices of bread into the toaster for a sandwich. 

“Morning,” I jumped a little at the voice, turning around with my hand pressed to my chest. 

“Jesus, Trent.” I grumbled, moving towards the Keurig.

“So,” he started, tossing the paper onto the middle of the table, “Embry drove you home, huh?” 

I let my head fall back for a brief moment before I shot him a look and turned back to my coffee, “What about it?”

I was positive Trent shrugged. “You never let anyone drive that thing.” 

“First of all,” I spun around, placing a hand on my hip. “It’s not a thing , that is the love of my life. Secondly, he has a thing about girls driving.” 

Trenton’s face skewered up. “Sounds like a sexist thing.”

“It’s not a sexist thing.” I argued, slathering butter onto my toast. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to defend Embry - I, too, had believed it to be slightly sexist. I had wanted to ask someone about the accident that Embry was referring to, but also didn’t want to pry when it was really none of my business. Seated in my usual place parallel to Trent, I stacked the bacon carefully in between my toast and took a few sips of my coffee before I started eating.

“Whatever,” Trent mused, leaning forward on his elbows, “just weird, that’s all.” 

I rolled my eyes, chewing slowly. The back door closed, followed by the sound of Iyah’s collar shaking as he trotted through the breezeway into the kitchen, his tongue lolled out to the side as he took his place at my feet. I smiled inwardly, lifting my chin to TJ when he entered the kitchen and picked another slice of bacon from the pan. 

“Morning, sunshine.” He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to my wet hair. 

“How was your night?” I asked, returning my eyes back to my food. 

TJ nodded, “Much better than I expected, honestly.” He ran a tired hand over his face and leaned against the counter. “I was worried your Ma was going to have a hard time feeling at home after everything that’s happened in the last few years, especially with our absence, but it’s like no time has passed at all.”

Good. I remembered Jennie worrying inconsistently about whether or not she needed to walk on eggshells, if it were really even appropriate that the family went to the party at all. Each time, TJ had reminded her that it would be more rude for us to be in town and not show up, which was ultimately the reason why she had reminded us daily to not be late. 

“Billy seems to be doing better.” I noted, taking another sip of coffee. 

“Yeah, for a while Jennie made it sound like we needed to be prepared for the worst.” Trent added as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Jacob was giving him a hard time a few years ago, that’s all.” TJ dismissed, his brown eyes studying us carefully. “Are you working today?” He asked Trent, moving to pull another mug down from the cabinet. Trenton offered an ‘ mhm ’, pushing out of his seat with a groan before he quietly padded down the hall towards his room. “What about you? How’s the reading coming?” 

I looked up from my empty plate and shrugged, “So far so good. I have plans to go down to the beach with some people from yesterday.” 

My step-father turned to look at me with surprise, the corner of his mouth upturned in a grin. “Is that so?” 

I nodded slowly, turning in my chair to face him. “Embry said a few of them were going to be at the beach blowing off some steam, and that Jacob and Rachel would be there, so I figured it’d be a good way to catch up with them.” I shrugged. 

“I think it’s a great idea,” TJ smiled, mixing his creamer into the steaming beverage. “Just wear something thicker, it’s supposed to drop pretty low today.” 

I looked out of the window in the kitchen, pursing my lips in distaste before I slumped into my chair, defeated. “It’s like summer never even happens.” 

TJ laughed sourly, “Yeah. Makes me miss Canada.” 

I shot him a look, “As if that was any better. Victoria wasn’t exactly the warmest climate, either.” 

“Sure as hell beats this.” For once, I couldn’t disagree. 

Several hours of cleaning later, I was staring out of my window at the rolling clouds. It was less gloomy than the day prior, which gave me hope that the rain would let up long enough for me to enjoy my afternoon with Embry and the others. I had yet to tell anyone else in the house I had plans for the day, save for my mother and TJ, whom I had reminded an hour ago when they made an announcement they were heading into Forks for some groceries. From the corner of my eye, I could see a figure walking up my street just alongside the underbrush. 

I turned to grab the sweater off my bed, pulling it hastily over my head as I shoved my feet into a pair of shoes; I bolted through the kitchen and down the stairs to the living room, pulling the door open just as Embry had lifted his hand to knock on the wood. He wore nothing but a pair of cut offs, a thin black shirt and a gorgeous smile. I rocked back on my heels and shook my head at him, trying to offer him a look of disapproval. 

“How are you not cold?” 

“I told you: the cold doesn’t bother me.” 

I sighed and slapped my keys into Embry’s waiting hand. “Yeah, and I still call bullshit.” I replied in a low tone as I pulled the door shut behind me, shoving my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie as we walked to the Jeep. “It’s like forty-five degrees, there’s no way this isn’t bothering you.”

Embry opened my door and waited until I was seated and buckled in before he shut the door and jogged to his side. “Don’t worry about me.” Embry reassured me once he was seated next to me on the driver’s side. 

“You’re going to get sick.” I pointed out, turning to him with a stern face.

He laughed. “No, I’m not. I don’t get sick.” 

I felt my brows raise in challenge, “You know who else said they never got cold and didn’t get sick? Travis. You know what happened to that jackass?” 

“I have a feeling you’re gonna tell me.” Embry mused quietly, pulling the Jeep off the curb and onto the street.

“Pneumonia. You should be wearing a sweater, at the very least.” 

He shot me a look, carefully watching my face before he reached a hand across the console and grabbed my wrist for the third time in less than twenty-four hours. He was still warm; I locked my fingers around his hand, relishing in the heat that radiated through my palm and into my skin. It was almost as though the warmth washed over me in gentle waves, drawing out any unknown stresses I had. Suddenly, I no longer felt tired or sluggish; in fact, I felt like I could have run a marathon. 

“How are you this warm?” 

“Nice, isn’t it?” He asked, watching me slip my eyes shut and rest my head against the back of my seat. 

I nodded, carefully keeping my lips pressed together in fear I might overstep any boundaries. It was intoxicating, being trapped in such a small space with Embry. I didn’t typically spend time with my brother's friends, let alone do so without telling them about it — especially Trent. But Embry … he smelt like the forest after a rainy day, thick and heavy and wonderful. Paired with the warmth, I felt as though I were in my own personal heaven. 

Soon the vehicle was heated, gliding through the forested road with ease, offering a sort of peace I hadn’t realized I longed for. The tension in my neck released, all strain on my shoulders lifted with each passing moment and I found myself leaning into his warmth, still tightly gripping onto his hand. The pulsing of my heart paired with the burning on my skin was distracting my busy mind from the anxiety of spending an entire afternoon with Embry and his friends. 

When he pulled into a tiny makeshift parking lot, I tried not to let my disappointment show. 

“Sorry, honey, we’re gonna have to walk the rest of the way.” He said solemnly, trying not to smile when he noticed my brows pull in and my lip curl. “What?” 

“We discussed this. No nicknames.” 

He looked down at his hand. “Are you planning on giving that back?” He teased, letting out a chuckle once I released my grip on his arm and shoved my hands back into my hoodie. “C’mon, they’ve been here for a while.” 

I pulled my brows together in confusion, as I saw plenty of other vehicles in the area, but not a single person. I huffed, bracing myself for the cold breeze when Embry moved around the vehicle to open my door. “Why didn’t we come earlier?” 

“I work night shifts, remember? I don’t get to crash until like four, sometimes five.” Embry shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “I slept in until twelve, went to Em’s to steal some of her leftovers and then walked to your place.” 

“You say you stole Emily’s leftovers?”

Embry pushed his shoulders forward as a sort of shrug. “We all do. Sam’s is kinda our hangout space — well, not so much anymore since the baby, but I’m a special exception.” He beamed. 

I considered this, keeping my eyes on the ground as he moved over pieces of driftwood lying across the beach. “You’re all really close, aren’t you? Not just hanging out at Billy’s for a birthday close.”

“Everyday close .. pretty much.” He nodded, looking down at me with tight lips. There was something in that sentiment that seemed bittersweet. “We really all only have each other, I consider most of them my brothers.”

“Why?” I asked, cursing under my breath when the wind picked up and bit at my cheeks. 

Embry waited until I caught up to his side, helping me up over what appeared to be an entire tree trunk that had fallen over onto the dark sand. The beach on the opposite side was cleared, and was covered in neatly carved logs, blankets and the remainder of Embry’s friends. 

“Just how it goes sometimes. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Embry smiled, looking over to where the others ran around, torsos bare, legs easily slipping in between one another’s while trying to maneuver the tattered ball around on the sand. 

I suddenly felt very overdressed — even Emily only wore a thin long-sleeve on her arms. Still, I lifted my chin and followed Embry towards the group, all of whom looked up briefly to greet him as he led me towards the blankets. 

“Here,” he rummaged through one of the bags, pulling a gray knitted comforter from the bottom, “this one’s mine, you can use it.” My fingers eagerly reached out for the blanket, draping it around my shoulders as I shivered internally. I also tried not to stare as he slipped his shirt over his head.

“You’re all insane.” I grumbled, looking up at his towering frame. “And you’re going to get sick.” 

“I don’t get sick.” 

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the thousandth time in his presence. “Yeah, you don’t get cold, either.” I rallied, crouching down until I was close enough to the ground to fall back onto my bottom beside Seth. “He’s insane, right?” 

Seth was leaning back on his right hand, feeding himself a cheese string with the other; at the sound of my question, he looked up and blinked, swaying his head back and forth as he considered his words. “He just likes to show off.” 

“Fuck off.” Embry grumbled, tossing his shirt at the man beside me before he ran off towards the group, greeting Jared with a loud slap on the back. Both men grinned eagerly as the ball headed in their general direction. 

“You actually came.” Seth mused, pulling another cheese string out of the bag beside him. He offered it to me, which I bit into immediately. 

“I said I would.” I replied, looking past the hustling legs of the boys, watching the crisp waves of the ocean roll up onto the shore, the peaks of the waves higher than usual. “I’m really terrible at soccer, though.” 

“You can be on Jacob’s team, then.” Jared called from beside Paul. “They’re already pretty terrible, it’ll make you feel better about your lack of know-how.” 

I held my hand up, middle finger extended; Jared shared a quick look with Paul, the pair laughing lightheartedly. I watched as the ball came flying up, smashing into the side of Jared’s face, his smug grin disappearing entirely as he looked forward to Jacob. Seth and Kim cracked the gentle air with loud laughs, causing a small smile to break across my lips. My cousin’s hands flew up in a sort of ‘oops’ gesture, turning to Embry with a knowing smile. 

I spent the next hour watching Embry bend and twist his elegant body to keep the ball away from Jacob and another boy whom I later learned was named Brady. I couldn’t help but admire the way the muscles contracted under his darkened skin, rippling with each movement. I thought about the warmth his touch provided, and how in this moment he truly wasn’t bothered by the cold. How completely at ease he appeared. Without realizing, the smile that had formed on my lips remained as I spoke with Collin and Kim about the boys, frequently asking Emily questions about her cooking and how she managed to feed an entire family of approximately thirteen – plus her own.

“Alright, duckie, I’m tagging you in.” Embry breathed, slapping Kim on the knee as he fell onto his back in front of my crossed legs. “What, don't you like the blanket?”

I looked down to my lap; I had removed the blanket from my shoulders simply because the air had grown warmer. With all the laughing and talking, I now felt as though I were sweating under my layers. “I do, I just feel a little warmer.” 

Embry smiled, reaching into my lap to steal a slice of my orange. “Good.” 

He sat out of the next few rounds, asking me questions regarding my brothers and my courses. I answered all of them with an eagerness which he seemed to appreciate; I explained about how Jennie met TJ when I was three, and how it had been the most epic love I have ever seen. How I never grew up wanting something like Romeo and Juliet, or any sort of princess. I wanted something I could grow from, something that inspired me to become everything I was supposed to be. 

I talked about how I swore Travis and Trent could’ve been twins, what with their buzzed hair and heavily tattooed bodies. Trent might’ve been the eldest of us, but Travis was definitely the tallest. I talked about how Trent helped me rebuild the engine on the Jeep a few years ago as a summer project and how in that time I definitely learned to appreciate his company in more ways than just some step-brother that felt obligated to love me. We genuinely put aside the whole related-by-law aspect; we were family, blood or not. 

When I spoke about my schooling, I mentioned how I understood why Travis had picked corrections. Wanting to work with at-risk youth myself, I definitely felt like I had a lot in common with him, but also mentioned how I was certain he was getting into his career field for all of the wrong reasons. 

At some point, the rest of the guys had come up off the beach shore to lounge on the blankets. It wasn’t long before the air around me grew increasingly warmer, and I relaxed entirely. It was definitely a different feeling, a different atmosphere with my brothers absent. I assumed I would be viewed as their friend’s little sister, but instead I felt as though this were my rightful place. 

When the sun began to set behind the rocky tops of the island in the distance, Embry mentioned something about getting me home to finish my reading for the day. Begrudgingly, I said my goodbyes, pulling Jacob into a tight hug with a promise to visit his father again soon. Embry wrapped the blanket back over my shoulders as he led me away from the secluded area of the beach. Once back in the confinement of my Jeep, Embry started the vehicle and I automatically reached for the heater. Embry offered his hand this time, watching me as I hesitated for only a moment before I tightly gripped onto his fingers and hummed in satisfaction as the burning sensation traveled up my palms into my wrists. 

“I don’t know how you’re still warm, but I’m definitely not going to complain.” I murmured, letting my eyes fall shut as I rested against my seat comfortably. 

The ride away from the beach was mostly silent, save for the blast coming from the heaters. When we finally arrived back on my end of the reservation, he parked the car and spent a few minutes talking to me about how he'd promise to wear more clothing if I promised to come with him again for another afternoon of beach soccer. 

“Emily invited me over for breakfast.” I said simply, offering a small smile when I noticed his surprise.

Embry’s eyebrows were lifted high. “Really?” 

I nodded, tightening my grip on his hand, “So, let me know when you’re not working and we can go together. It’s not really breakfast if you don’t show up until twelve.” I added, watching him open his mouth and shut it, twice, very quickly. 

He laughed once and nodded. “I’ll have to get back to you on that, unfortunately.” Embry sighed, to which I pulled my phone from my back pocket and offered it to him. Once we swapped numbers, I tried to offer him back his blanket. “No, keep it. I don’t want to carry it home.” 

Once inside the warmth of my room, I rushed to the window; Embry was waiting diligently at the end of the driveway, looking up to where I stood before he cracked a smile and waved once, then walked backwards towards the street, and took off in a light jog. He disappeared behind the underbrush for the second day in a row. 

I collapsed onto my bed, still wrapped in his blanket.

#embry call x oc #embry call #embry call fiction #embry call fanfiction #the twilight wolves #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #kiowa gordon #twilight #embry call fanfic #jacob black #paul lahote #seth clearwater

[hahahahahangst]

Honey and glass (Be The Young 33)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: We interrupt the regular programs for some relax. 

MASTERLIST

Honey and glass

I'm sitting here thinking this is not fair but [...] It's not her fault that I'm so fucking sad

When they reached Bobby's lot, they moved Anna into the panic room. 

“Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint.” Commented Dean, knocking on the walls of the room. Ruby, from the other side of the door, was looking around, disgusted. Emily joined them from the stairs just in time to hear the demon complain: “Which I find racist, by the way.”

“Well that's sad…“ Emily said, sarcastic, walking behind Ruby as she handed Dean some hex bags. “Looks like you won't be able to have the threesome you were hoping for.” 

“Very funny.” Answered the demon, giving Emily her protective bundle. 

“Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?” Asked Dean, rolling his eyes at the conversation behind him. 

“It's quiet, dead silence.” 

Just at that moment, Sam joined them as well in the basement. 

“That's not troubling at all.” Continued Dean, ironic. Sam silently took his hex bag. 

“We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?” Asked Anna, sitting in the chair in the middle of the room, almost perfectly still. She had a weird vibe, as if she was too calm. Too still. 

Dean, with a strong exhale, said “Nah.”. Sam and Emily exchanged a complicit look as they started to catch some interest their brother had towards Anna. 

However, Sam called Dean's attention to show him the research he had done. 

He closed the panic room's heavy door and the siblings left Anna behind, with Ruby guarding her, and walked back upstairs.

“What've you got?” Asked Emily, rifling through some paper Sam had just placed on the table.

“Uh, not much. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton: a church deacon and a housewife.”

“No wonders she went crazy.” Scoffed Dean.

“Yeah. But there is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first. When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.”

“Who was?” Asked Dean. “The plumber, mh? A little snaking the pipes?”

“Dude, that's for sure the plot of a porn that was in that motel in Ohio.” Emily answered, putting down the paper. “The plummer used his dick to clean the sink?” 

“Exactly! Wait, how-”

“Guys?!” Sam interrupted Dean and Emily rambling about the porn video and kept explaining. “Anna didn't say who her real father was, but she said he was very mad and wanted to kill her.”

“At 2 years old? That’s not fun.” Said Dean. Emily sat down on the couch as they spoke.

“Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal.”

“Until now. So, what's she hiding?”

“Why don't you just ask me to my face?” Said Anna’s voice from on top of the stairs. Ruby, behind her, stood, bored with her arms crossed.

“Nice job watching her.” Said Emily, sarcastic.

“I'm watching her, demon-barbie.” Answered Ruby, annoyed. 

“No, you're right, Anna.” Sam interrupted Emily, who was about to answer back. “Is there anything you want to tell us?”

While Anna told them about how she had no idea what was going on, Emily was leaning on the wall, distracted. 

All she could think about was Dean crying. It was like an image stuck in the back of her brain, a constant reminder of the shit they went through. She had spent year and year in hell, just regretting every single fight she had ever had with him. Everytime the clock ticked, she was reminded that, even if she wanted to stop fighting with Dean, it seemed like she was failing over and over in her task of keeping peace. All she wanted was for the fighting to stop, but life seemed to have other plans. 

Sam had the idea of calling Pamela, a friend of their father who had helped them with psychic matters before. 

Dean offered to pick her up and bring her back:“Sammy, wanna tag along?” He asked, searching in his pockets for the car keys. 

“It's probably better if I stay here.” He pointed at Ruby. “But maybe Emily can come with you?” 

Come on, man! She glared at him.

What, I heard you before, I thought you wanted to stop the fighting, right?

Yeah, not being forced to spend three hours with him!

If you want the fighting to stop, you need to talk about what's bothering you!

“What are those two doing?” Said Ruby, raising one eyebrow and pointing at Sam and Emily who had just started gesturing in front of their faces. 

I don't want to be stuck with him for hours, you know he's not gonna talk-

“Telepathy. They keep forgetting that we can't hear them, but we can still see them!”

Well then you force him to!

 Dean snapped his fingers in the middle of the siblings, finally getting their attention. “Hey!” 

Emily turned to him. “What?!”

“You're being weird- you know what, it doesn't matter, we have a long way to go, let's just leave.” 

Emily walked a couple of steps while still looking back at Sam, who showed her a sarcastic thumbs up, but then followed Dean outside the house and into the Impala. 

“By the way, you really need to learn how to not let people know you're talking telepathically- It's not a very useful power if everybody knows you're using it.” Said Dean, starting the engine. 

“Right.” 

Either of them spoke for a couple of hours as Dean was focused on driving and Emily did her best to distract herself by reading a lore book she had in her bag. 

“What' you reading, kid?” Dean tried to lift the cover to see the title. 

“It's one volume of Edda.” 

“Cool.”

“Yeah.” Muttered Emily, knowing full well Dean probably had no idea what Edda was. 

Dean started tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, humming on the notes of the classical tunes he was playing on the radio. “You like this song?” He asked. 

“I guess.” Answered Emily, distracted.

After a little more silence, Dean spoke again. “Do you remember that time-”

“Dean!” She finally lifted her eyes off her book, annoyed. “I'm trying to read!”

“I'm just trying to have a conversation, you know.” 

“Well, I don't really want to talk right now.” 

Exhaling, Dean went back to staring at the road for a while. 

“Emily?” He asked, about an hour later.

“What now?!” 

“I need to say something to you.” 

Emily closed her book, annoyed. “Alright, I'm all ears.” 

“You were right.” Said Dean.

“Can you be more specific?” She asked.

“I was a dick to you when Sam died and- I know you think it was stupid to bring him back, but-”

“Actually, I- I started regretting not bringing him back like two days after we burned him.” She exhaled. “There. I admitted it. But I knew it wasn't the right thing, so I didn't let you do it.” 

“Well, you were right. And when he came back… Explaining to him what happened to you and how you were gone was… Too hard.” 

Emily stared in front of her for a bit, thinking about Dean's words. “I get it.” She sighed. “I don't approve of it, but I get it.” 

 “I know, sorry. You- When you died, it really was a slap in the face. Cops showed up at Bobby's and- I felt like I failed you and as if it was my fault and now- now there's this hell thing and…“ He trailed off. 

“About that.” Said Emily, shifting in her seat. “I'm sorry about this morning. I spent one hundred years regretting fighting with you and letting us escalate as much as we did, but then I came back and I let it happen all over again.”

“One hundred years?” 

Emily exhaled, realizing she had just revealed something about hell she was not supposed to. 

“That's an expression, you know.” She tried to convince Dean. He raised an eyebrow and briefly glared at her. 

”...Is it? Because that was my next point, Emily. Hell didn't feel- It didn't feel like four months. More like thirty years.” 

Emily exhaled. “Mine did feel like one hundred.” She admitted. “Give or take, I honestly lost track. I almost stopped counting when you-” 

“I'm sorry. Really.” 

“It's not about the apology, man. While I was down there… I thought about you and about how I fucked it all up. I kept thinking that if I ever got a redo, I would not be a fucking bitch to you, but you're making it really hard, Dean.” 

“So what you're saying is you want us to be siblings? For real?” 

“I want us to try and be siblings. Yes.” 

They later arrived back at Bobby's, together with Pamela. Emily holed up in her room to do research, hoping to get some calm time. Having so many people around, all giving different info and opinions, was stressing her out. So she changed out of her clothes, put on one of Sam's old t-shirts and sat on the bed with a pile of books on her side. She was deep into her reading when someone knocked on the open door frame. She raised her gaze to see Sam. 

“Hey kid.” He said, smiling. “How you doing, got anything interesting?” 

“Not really.” She exhaled, closing the book she had on her legs. “You?” 

“Got nada. Are you okay? You've been up here for a while.” 

“Yeah, all is good. I spoke with Dean, we… We got somewhere, I guess.” 

“Really?” Sam entered the room, Emily gestured him to sit on the bed. “I thought you'd be happier.” 

“I don't know, Sam- I'm tired as fuck. This whole Anna thing is very stressful.” 

“Do you want some help with those?” Sam pointed to the books and papers she had laying around her. She shrugged and handed him a book. He made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed. “So, will you and Dean be in peace now? For real?” 

“Well, I'll try, but… It wouldn't be the first time it all goes to shit.” Sam's face tightened up a little and he resumed his reading. It wasn't long before someone else interrupted their silence. Ruby entered the room. “Ah, here you are. My favourite nerd and- well, you.” She pointed at Emily, disgusted. 

“Love you too, girl.” Said Emily, sarcastic, without taking her eyes away from her book. “You got anything useful or are you just here because you want to have sex with Sam?” 

“What, jealous?” 

“Cut it out- I think I found something.” Sam interrupted them. “Here. In march '85, a meteorite vanished in the night sky over northwestern Ohio. It was sighted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio.”

“Wait-” Said Emily. “I got a meteor on the same day, just over Kentucky.” She handed him a piece of newspaper. 

“Must be her grace.” Nodded Sam. 

“All right. That just narrows it down to an entire state.” Said Ruby, annoyed. “Sam... I'm sorry.”

“For what?” Asked Sam. Emily scowled at the demon. 

“For bringing you this mess. If I had known, I would have kept my trap shut.”

“It’s easy to say it now, maybe you should have thought of it earlier.” Spat Emily, bitter. 

“I’m not talking to you, barbie.” 

“You’re not? Because last time you seemed pretty keen on having me on your team!” 

“You b-”

“Hey!” Interrupted Sam. 

Emily and Ruby both turned to him. “What?!” 

“This is not the time- Listen. We’ll muddle through, okay?”

“Not this time. You do not want to get between these two armies. It's Godzilla and Mothra. If one side doesn't get us, the other one will.” At these words, Emily rolled her eyes. 

“So, what do you want to do? Dump Anna and run?” Emily let the two talk and started sorting the paper and books. “Forget it. Look, I know the angels freak you out.” Continued Sam.

“Forget the angels. It's Alastair I'm scared of.”

“Alastair?”

“You met him in the church. Practically the grand inquisitor downstairs. Picasso with a razor.” Emily shivered. “And you should pull him out and throw him back in the pit... if you weren't so out of shape.”

“Ruby-” 

“No, your abilities… you're getting flabby. You know what you got to do.” 

“Stop-” Sam gazed over at Emily, who had stop clearing her space and was looking at him, confused. “No, I'm not doing that anymore.”

“Well, then you better either convince your sister to join us, or pray that Anna gets her groove back, or we're all dead.” Said the demon as she left the room.

Emily and Sam remained alone. “Sam, what was that about?” 

“Forget it, it's- it's not important.” 

“Doesn't look or sound like it.” 

“Really. Forget it.” 

There was a fight. Castiel and Uriel showed up, as well as Alastair. As they fought, Emily dislocated a shoulder. As Dean packed ice on it, she sat on the couch, the same couch where they fought after Sam died. 

“So, one hundred years, uh?” Said Dean, pressing the ice on her shoulder as she winced in pain. 

“Dean, please, we don't have to talk about that now.” 

“Of course, just- does that make you 125?” Dean smiled, amused. Emily thought about it for a second. 

“Dean, does that mean… Am I technically older than you?” 

Dean scowled at her, regretting his joke. “Absolutely not.” He said. 

“Dude- I just won the oldest sibling's privileges.”

“That's- that's not a real thing!” 

“Oh, I'll show you if it's not a real thing.” She giggled. “Also, dude, you had sex with an angel?!” 

“What?! How do you-” 

“I know everything. It's my oldest sibling's brain.” She pointed at her head, smiling.

“Yeah, right.”

“Also, it was super obvious. You know, you kissed in front of us. You doing okay?”

“I'll live.” 

#be the young #spn #spn fanfic #ao3 #supernatural a03 fanfict #sister fic

[samwilsonsimp]

I hate to tell yall this but torres got over his hero crush on sam the second sam called him and complained about redwing being gone and how much he couldn't stand bucky for an hour straight

#what do m e a n this didnt happen #it literally did did we not watch the same show ?? #sam : can you believe this guy ?? #torres having him on speaker trying to do actual work stuff : nope #sam calls torres like every day and you cannot convince me otherwise #torres picking up the phone thinking he gets to help captain america : :D #and then it's sam calling him in the middle of a fight to complain about bucky's stupid ass fighting tactics #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #caatws #captain america and the winter soldier #incorrect marvel #incorrect avengers #incorrect mcu #marvel #mcu #joaquin torres

[rendevousz]

the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

-

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

-

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

-

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

-

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

-

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

[ragingbookdragon]

My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

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[stratiotis-nth]

Ever since Cas came back and turned human, it would seem he’s stopped giving a shit about literally everything. When Dean noticed this new aspect of Cas’ colorful personality, he had made himself paranoid that Cas would suddenly start flirting with him on the regular now that his big confession was out in the open.

So while Dean was scared shitless, he was confusingly disappointed when Cas didn’t do that at all.

No. The first thing the ex-angel did after surviving another encounter with death was start a Shotgun war with Sam.

And no, not the bang bang kinda shotgun.

“Shotgun!” Cas practically bellowed down the corridor as the three of them were getting ready to get dinner.

“That’s not fair, Cas! I’m in the bathroom!” Sam complained through the closed door. Cas ignored him completely as he strode past and ducked into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean, who had been desperately trying to stay out of this war, just gave Cas a sideways smile.

“Y’know, the rules are you can’t call shotgun until you actually see the car, Cas.” He told him, his lips tugging up in amusement and…just happiness that Cas was close.

“Until Sam demands to implement this rule, I will abuse his ignorance.” Cas replied, smiling softly. Once again, every time Cas won the passenger seat, Dean wanted to ask what was with his sudden obsession with it. It wasn’t like Cas hadn’t been stubborn enough to claim it before he became human. He wondered what changed, why Cas suddenly cared about seating arrangements. But, as he had been doing ever since they got Cas back (again), Dean bit his tongue. He didn’t want to overwhelm the newly human with the tsunami of questions he had.

Sam griped the entire way to the diner, grumbling about being squished even though Dean knew there was more than enough space. Cas sat next to Dean, watching the trees amble by with a serene, totally unaffected smile on his face. Pleased as a pickle. Dean was fighting his own internal battle between his burning questions and undying amusement at Sam’s plight.

At the diner, Cas sat next to Dean. That much was hardly anything new. The two just naturally gravitated towards each other, and after Dean caught himself drifting mindlessly towards Cas more times than he could count, he stopped giving him grief about personal space.

Cas’ thigh brushed up against his almost the entire meal. Dean pretended not to notice, but internally, he was melting into a puddle of bi panic.

In the parking lot, Sam was quick to call shotgun when Cas got distracted by their waitress catching up to him and giving him her phone number. Dean was too busy bristling and snapping at Cas to hurry up to even notice Sam was sitting next to him.

Cas sulked the entire ride home, the waitress’ number stuffed into one of his pockets. Dean tried not to think that maybe Cas was saving her number for another time.

On Saturday, it was Dean’s turn to go on a food run. Sam was busy working a ghoul case with Eileen, so when Cas wanted to come along there was no yelling match over the front. He ducked into the passenger seat and just about blinded Dean’s poor weak heart with a smile that crinkled his nose.

They fought over eggs for about twenty minutes in the diary aisle. Dean win by threatening to give Sam exclusive access to shotgun. Cas relented with a glower that could have smote demons if he still had his grace.

Eventually, Sam did implement the rule about only calling shotgun with the car in sight, and as the weeks went by and Dean’s silent journey is self realization unfolded, the war at escalated. Now, neither of them could call shotgun without all three of them being in sights of the car. It had gotten bad enough that Sam and Cas waited impatiently for Dean in the garage, staring expectantly for him to round the corner so they could have their yelling match.

Cas nearly blew Dean’s eardrums out, bellowing “SHOTGUN!” loud enough to drown out Sam. He angrily opened his mouth to argue when his phone started ringing.

“It’s Eileen.” He said, his back snapping straight and immediately answering the video call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Can you give me a ride?” Dean could hear Eileen’s voice over the tinny speakers. “My car broke down and the nearest shop is two hours away.”

“Where are you?”

“An hour away from you? It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Dean saw Sam’s face soften, the tension of worry falling away. He butted in, sticking his face in view of the camera so Eileen could read his lips.

“Just tow it here. I can patch your ride.” He said. “Sam can take the tow truck.”

“Are you sure?” Eileen asked.

“Course. ‘Sides, those guys won’t give you a fair price anyway.” Dean flapped his hand dismissively.

“Thanks, Dean.” Eileen beamed, and oh, Dean knew that smile. Mischievous and damnit, she had planned this from the start, hadn’t she? Just to get a free repair out of him. Dean squinted suspiciously at her, and Eileen just wiggled her eyebrows.

“Cas and I can pick up the curse box and meet you two back here in a few hours.” Dean said. He saw Cas immediately brighten, having secured the passenger seat.

Cas was looking particularly triumphant as they drove, his knees rocking back and forth in a content, mindless sort of way. Finally, Dean couldn’t hold back the question anymore.

He had done his work accepting the fact that he wasn’t as straight as he thought, that it wasn’t very heterosexual to stare at Cas’ lips or pop an awkward boner seeing him all cleaned up after Purgatory, or completely shutting down every time he died or getting all prickly when waitresses give him her phone number. He was gay for Cas, and he had just gotten around to accepting this. Cas said he loved him, right? so Dean shouldn’t be afraid or rejection or anything. Yeah, no he was terrified.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” He turned to him with that soft smile that Dean wanted all to himself.

“I gotta ask, man,” Dean chuckled a little awkwardly and kept his eyes firmly on the road. “Why are you so determined about sitting shotgun? You’ve never been before.”

“Ah.” Cas hummed, turning back to the road too. “I suppose now I have the freedom to pursue the things I want. Chuck is gone and my deal with the Empty is null in void. I have time to…focus my attentions on other things.”

“The things you want? What, you got a better view up here or something?”

“Well yes, the windshield does allow more viewing space.” Cas agreed. “But it’s not my main goal in doing all this.”

“Then…what is?”

“Dean.” Cas said in that ever patient, you’re-being-dumb-about-this voice. “I enjoy being up here because it allows me to be closer to you. You are the view I most admire, Dean. I’m always so helplessly drawn to you.”

Dean’s mouth had gone a little dry and his grip on the wheel was suddenly sweaty. The silence that fell was deafening. Cas didn’t even look concerned. He just sat there waiting the road as if he hadn’t just said something so…so…soft to Dean.

Helplessly drawn. Like Cas couldn’t bear being away from him. Like Dean was this perfect, magnetic thing that Cas was enchanted by, something worth having around.

With a jerk of the wheel, Dean was pulling over on the side of the empty highway in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He threw Baby into park before twisting around and staring at Cas.

He didn’t even look vaguely concerned, the fucker. He just gave Dean a patient look.

Dean opened his mouth, and closed it. Did it again, ready to tell Cas everything. Snapped his jaw shut.

Cas watched in cool amusement. Dean felt his cheeks get hot.

“Screw this.” He grumbled to himself, before lunging across the bench, grabbing Cas’ face with both hands, and kissing him square on the lips.

He felt Cas freeze for a moment, probably in total shock, before he started moving.

Dean nearly choked on a gasp as the chapped, warm lips started pushing and devouring, Cas was suddenly the one taking charge, shoving Dean back against his window as he clambered across the seats to get on top of him.

Twelve years of pent up emotions came crashing out in a sudden burst of unstoppable passion. And as soon as it started, it seemed to have stopped. They both were panting, Dean’s jeans were tight and his entire body screamed to have Cas against him again. But Cas had made to move away, putting space between him as he looked at Dean with wide eyes.

He didn’t get very far. Dean grabbed ahold of his jacket lapels and held on tight with an iron grip, keeping Cas hovering inches above him, basically sharing air.

“Wanna hear a secret?” He whispered between heavy breathes. Cas just blinked at him. “I’ve always rooted for you getting shotgun.”

Cas’ kiss swollen lips split into a dazzling smile, and he rewarded Dean with another intense make out session. When they pulled away, Dean found the words spilling out of his mouth.

“I love you too, Cas. You can have me. God, you have had me, for years you have. Can’t believe it took me so long, I’m sorry I made you think you couldn’t have me, I’m sorry it took me so long—“

Cas shut him up with another kiss, and Dean’s ramble faded into a helpless whimper that too was swallowed up by Cas.

“Does this mean I get exclusive shotgun privileges?” Cas asked a few hours later than they finally took the curse box off the poor shopkeeper’s hands. They had arrived nearly an hour late, not that Dean (or his dick for that matter) particularly cared.

“Honestly? Play it up to Sam and he might let you get away with it for a while.” Dean chuckled. Without even thinking too hard about it, his free hand slithered over the bench, grabbing Cas’ and entwining their fingers. Something so small and simple, yet made Dean light up like a sun.

If Cas didn’t manage to convince Sam, Dean sure as hell would.

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[reidsaurora]

"Best Friend's Brother, PT. Three" ~ D. Winchester

Summary: After Y/N and Dean's fight, Y/N finally convinces Sam to tell her where Dean is… only his answer isn't exactly what she was expecting.

Pairing: Teen!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,267

Content Warning: swearing

Genre: ANGSTY AS FRICKKKK

Extra Notes: Y/I = your initial // Y/F/N = your full name

Based On: the other two parts lol // the equation in the tutoring scene was based on a scene from Alexa and Katie though

Originally Written: 11/08/2021

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It had been three weeks since my fight with Dean. I hadn't seen him at all during that time, not even at school. And every time I tried to talk to Sam about where he was, Sam would avoid the conversation.

To take my mind off things with Dean, Sam had been coming over to my house. Turns out, I was worse at algebra than I thought, so Sam had been tutoring me.

"OK, I have an equation for you, smart boy," I said in the middle of our tutoring session.

"Hit me," he replied.

"If Student Y/I and Student D have an argument and Student D goes away, but Student S is in the middle of Student Y/I and Student D, what is the probability of Student S helping Student Y/I to get Student D back?"

"This feels like toilet paper math," Sam said, completely serious.

"Seriously, what's the probability?" I asked.

"I don't think I have enough information to answer your equation."

"Sam!" I shouted, shoving him. Not hard, but it was enough to let him know I was annoyed.

"OK, OK, do you really wanna know where Dean is?"

"Yes!"

"I don't know where he is. Your guess is as good as mine, Y/N. He calls me once a day and all he'll tell me is that he's OK and that I don't need to worry about him."

"I wonder if he'd answer if I just called him over and over and over again."

"Good luck. He calls from a different number every day."

"I just wish I knew what happened."

"Dad definitely had something to do with it," he said, almost like he didn't mean to. His facial expression let me know that he immediately regretted it too.

"What?! John had something to do with this?"

"Me and my big mouth," he rolled his eyes at himself, "Dean and Dad had a fight the day before you came over to apologize."

"What about?"

"Dean told Dad he had a girlfriend. He didn't say who, he just said it was a girl he went to school with. Dad got pissed because he told Dean he didn't want him bringing anyone into our screwed-up family drama. Things got a little out of hand and they had a screaming match. I ran off because it was causing my anxiety to go through the roof, so I didn't hear the rest. All I know is that when I got back, Dean was throwing stuff in his duffel and said he was gonna finish working on his car the next day and that he'd be leaving town after he finished. Hence why he drove off in a fit of anger not long after your argument."

"Of course," I scoffed, "Every problem me and Dean have ever had was because of John. Why didn't I see this before?"

"I don't like him much these days either, so…"

We sat in silence for a minute before going back to my math problems, though I didn't pay much attention because I was too busy worrying about how I was gonna get Dean back home, safe and sound.

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"I've called him eight times. Seriously, why won't he answer?" I shouted, throwing my phone on the bed.

"He's not gonna answer, Sissy," Sam spoke softly.

Sissy… Sam's nickname for me, but only in times of sadness or distress. He always called me "Sissy" as a kid since I was basically his twin sister, but as we got older, he only used it when one of the two of us needed comforting.

"He has to after all the work I put in. I mean, I follow his trail of motel stays, finally find his motel room in Edwardsville, and now he doesn't even bother to answer the phone," I complained, lying back on my bed.

"Hold on, did you say Edwardsville?" Sam asked, almost as if that fact was important.

"Yeah, why?"

"Edwardsville is only like a half hour from Lawrence," he said, immediately followed by a groan of complaint, "He's going home."

"Home? Wow, last I checked, he told me 'Anywhere you are is home.' Glad to know he doesn't feel like that now."

"You know what, Sissy? Contrary to popular belief, this isn't about you as much as you think it is."

I was a little angry with his comment at first, but I took a step back. This wasn't about me, and I knew it. It was about John and I knew that.

Dean had spent his entire life trying to get approval from John, and eighteen years later, John still couldn't give him the approval he was searching for.

"I've got an idea," I said.

"You've got one of those gleams in your eye, and I don't like it."

"Just trust me on this, Sam."

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"Y/N, there is no way we're stealing your dad's car. We can't even legally drive!" Sam whisper-shouted as we snuck around in my dad's bedroom. My dad had fallen asleep on the couch, but he always left the spare set of keys to his car in the drawer in his nightstand.

"Relax, he's been letting me drive since I was like ten," I replied, grabbing the keys.

"Yeah, when he's in the car."

"Sam, you worry too much."

"You don't worry enough. I mean, we could get arrested."

"Not if we don't get caught," I said with a smirk.

"OK, you have been hanging out with Dean too much," he spoke, rolling his eyes.

We quietly snuck out of the house and into the garage. I open the garage door before climbing into the driver's seat of my dad's '66 Nova.

And I know what you're thinking… yes, all hunters do drive old cars… it's like an unspoken rule or something…

"I'm not letting you drive all the way to Kansas!" Sam protested.

"Of course not. I'm gonna have to sleep at some point. Then you can drive."

"Y/N!"

"I'll go without you! I may end up falling asleep at the wheel though."

Reluctantly, he sat down in the passenger seat, closing the door as quietly as he could.

"Remind me again why I ever agreed to be your best friend?"

"You didn't. You just got stuck with me," I grinned.

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"So, here's a story from A to Z!" I sang along to the radio.

Sam reached over and lowered the volume. "OK, if I'm gonna have to ride with you all the way from Indiana to Kansas, at least pick some decent music."

"You've already made it through the first two hours. Plus, I think your brother puts it best: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

And with that, I turned the radio back up, this time it was even louder than before.

"Could you turn it down?" he said, his arms crossed and his face serious.

"Sorry! What was that? I couldn't hear you!" I shouted, turning the radio up even higher. "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends!" I shouted, pointing at Sam when I said the word "friends".

"Please!"

"OK, OK," I giggled, turning it down. "Hey, you think there's anywhere to buy coffee at this time of the night?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, I don't particularly wanna fall asleep at the wheel."

Sam hesitated for a moment. He had a worried expression across his face, his puppy-dog eyes were prominent.

"I suppose I can try driving for a little while. Dean's let me drive before," he said hesitantly.

"Would you? I just wanted to take a little nap. But I promise, the second you feel even the slightest bit tired or uncomfortable, I will drive."

He nodded in response, so I pulled over and we switched seats.

Soon enough, I'd fallen asleep. Much to my surprise, Sam was actually a decent driver.

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Next thing I knew, it was 6:00 a.m. and my phone was ringing. Had I really let Sam drive for five hours?

"Crap, it's your dad!" Sam groaned, passing my phone to me.

I quickly answered, scared for what he'd say to me. I knew I'd be grounded for the rest of forever, but I didn't really care. Not if it meant I'd get Dean back.

"Hey, Dad," I answered awkwardly.

"Where the hell is my car?" he asked.

"Look, I don't really have the time to explain right now. I'm driving to Kansas. Dean ran away and I think he went home."

"You what?!" his voice rose. "You drove my car halfway across the country by yourself?!"

"Not by myself. Sam is here," I admitted, hoping that would somehow calm him down.

"Wow, 'Sam is here.' That makes me feel so much better," he whispered sarcastically.

"Look, Dad. I know how to drive. You've been teaching me for years. And Sam knows how to drive too. We'll be OK. Just trust me on this."

"Where are you?"

I silently mouthed to Sam, "Where are we?"

"In Blue Springs, Missouri. About an hour out from Lawrence," he mouthed back.

"Blue Springs, Missouri," I answered, stuttering a little.

"You're in Missouri?!"

"Dad, I'm sorry. I know you hate taking the bus to work, and I'm sorry. I will make it up to you when I get home. But I promise I'm fine. Sam's fine. We just need to find Dean. We've been taking turns so no one fell asleep at the wheel. I promise we are OK."

"I trust you. As long as you can find Dean. John's been worried sick. He's been calling all morning, freaking out because neither of his boys were home."

Yeah, because that definitely sounds like John… actually giving a crap about his children…

"We'll find him, Dad. I promise."

"We're not finished talking about this. But I don't wanna cloud your judgement even more than it already is. Just, be careful out there. Carry some holy water in your purse."

"Always have, always will," I replied.

"Love you."

"Love you too, Dad."

And with that, we hung up. I felt bad for lying about the "taking turns" thing, but then again, it wasn't my fault Sam never woke me up.

"Why didn't you -"

Sam cut me off by answering, "Because you needed the rest. You've been worried sick for the past three weeks. You barely sleep because of how stressed you've been about Dean. You needed it."

Damn you, Sam, and your empathetic heart.

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After an hour and a half and a small breakfast pit stop, we finally made it to the Winchesters' old house in Lawrence. I hadn't really seen the house other than when I was a baby, except for photos. The one that stuck out in my mind was of our moms holding me and Sam outside the front door in the summer. Sam and I were in bathing suits and our moms were wearing matching American flag tank tops for the fourth of July.

The house looked like it was in decent shape, like it had been rebuilt recently. Though the yard was pretty unkept, the grass high and the bushes, well… bushy.

"Are you sure no one's moved in?" I asked Sam as I parked.

"I'm sure. After hearing about how Mom's ghost supposedly haunted it, no one wanted to buy it," he said, almost like he was offended. "Their loss. I'm sure her ghost is just as kind and loving as Dad says she was in real life."

OK, maybe he was offended.

The two of us walked up to the door, looking around to make sure no one was watching us. We each carried a gun and a flashlight, my gun had salt bullets while Sam's had real bullets.

BAM!

The door swung open. It was completely dark and there was no furniture, as if no one had even so much as thought about the house in decades.

"What the hell?" I wondered. There wasn't any evidence that Dean was squatting there.

"There's no way he's not here," Sam sighed, shaking his head.

"Well, there's no sign that he is here."

He spoke up louder when he said, "Haha, very funny, Dean. You can come out now."

RING!!!

My phone began ringing in my back pocket. An unknown number… that's weird.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?!"

"Gee, Dean, I could ask you the same damn question," I exhaled with an eye roll.

"I'm at home," he replied.

"Obviously not, or I'd be looking at you."

"Wait a minute. Where are you?"

I sighed, having figured out where he actually was. "I'm at your house in Lawrence."

"Of course you went to Lawrence," he grumbled. "I'm at your house."

"Oh, no!" I groaned.

"What?" Sam asked, oblivious to mine and Dean's conversation.

"Dean's back at the house."

Sam let out a loud growl, letting basically the whole neighborhood know that he was pissed.

"Y/N, I have something to tell you. I wanted to do it in person, hence why I came home, but I don't wanna wait any longer."

"What is it?"

Here it comes…

"Y/F/N, I love you with my whole heart."

Was not expecting that, considering we'd never used the L word before.

"You what?"

"I love you, Y/N. But I can't keep living like this. You shouldn't have to live like this. I think it's best if we go our separate ways."

Ooh, was my blood boiling now.

"Dammit, Dean! I did not make Sam illegally drive for six hours for you to tell me you're just gonna give up on us!"

"Well, I just did," was his response.

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[idy-ll-ique]

Things I Like About You.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluff

Warnings: mentions of nightmares

Requested: nope

Summary: Bucky makes a list of 18 things that he likes about Y/N, starting with her voice.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! idk how this idea came to me but I decided to proceed with it anyway lmao. enjoy!

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The first thing he liked about her was her voice. Just smooth, soft, a little raspy but it made his heart flutter as he walked to the communal area with Steve, his best friend. As they neared the room her voice became louder, turned more melodic. Singing, she was singing a song. A wave of pleasure washed over him when he heard her but he concealed it easily.

The second thing he liked about her was her face. When he and Steve walked into the communal area her back was to them, and she was still singing. For a minute they just listened as Y/N hit all the notes correctly; only then did Steve cut her off by clearing his throat. She whirled around and his breath caught in his lungs.

She had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen on anyone. They were simply perfect and when they narrowed as she smiled widely, he was done for. Her nose was perfect, her pretty lips were perfect, her teeth were perfect, her hair was perfect and literally everything else about her was just perfect. "Hi Steve, Mr Barnes!" She greeted them enthusiastically.

That was the third thing he liked about her, her personality. She was not too loud, not too quiet, not too brazen, not too prude… simply marvellous. "Hey, Y/N! You can call him Bucky, you know." She glanced at him and his eyes went wide on their own accord as he nodded, agreeing with Steve. Then she gave him another smile.

Oh boy, I'm in trouble. "Fine, Bucky. It's very nice to meet you." She held her hand out and that was the fourth thing he liked about her; the feel of her skin. Just like her voice, her skin was smooth and buttery, so soft that for a moment, he almost didn't want to blemish her beautiful skin by touching her. But he still gingerly took her hand, shaking it.

He did not trust his voice; he knew that if he tried to speak, he'd just squeak out some nonsense. Where is my 40s charm?! Just when you need it… He gave her a polite nod as they shook hands and Steve sighed on his right. "Sorry, it takes him a while to, you know, speak in front of the others…" Y/N waved him off easily.

"I understand, Steve. Let him take his time, no rush." She gave him another smile and this time, he found himself smiling back. "Your smile is wonderful," she told him, which caused his smile to widen involuntarily. "So is yours," he rasped and there it was: the fifth thing he liked about her. Her blush. She went red and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Thank you, Bucky." He had never liked his name more. "Well, now that you two have been introduced, I guess I can go. Think you can take it from here, Buck?" He nodded but the truth was that no, no he couldn't take it. Alone with her? What if he did something embarrassing and drove her off? "Shall we sit?"

She gestured to the couches and he nodded, both of them sitting next to each other. The sixth thing he liked about her, her posture. Back straight, ankles crossed, hands folded neatly on her lap, she looked like a Royal. There were no words spoken in the first five minutes but Y/N didn't get up, she knew it always took him some time. She'd be there for him.

"You sing wonderfully," he blurted out and she turned to look at him with the smile he was quickly getting obsessed with. I'm gonna have to make her smile more often. "Oh, thank you so much!" He gave her a smile of his own and looked down at his lap. "How are you doing today?" He looked back up. "I'm doing well, you?" She nodded and giggled.

"Sorry, didn't know what else to ask." The seventh thing he liked about her, her giggle. Her laugh, in general. "It's okay, darling," he grinned lazily and watched as she blushed again at the nickname. Maybe he won't embarrass himself after all. "So, are you new on the team?" he asked her and she shook her head.

"I'm not on the team, actually. I'm just good friends with the Avengers, I don't fight. I own a bakery down the street," she told him and he hummed. "A bakery? Sounds just as sweet as you," he flirted easily and watched how she went red again. "You're too flattering," she mumbled and he shook his head. "You deserve it."

"I was actually wondering when I'd get to meet you, but Steve told me I'd have to wait before you were ready," she blurted out, suddenly nervous. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Sorry." She placed a hand on his shoulder and his head snapped towards her, making her drop her hand. But he gently took it and returned it to his shoulder, giving her a shy smile.

"Hey, no, don't apologize. I have a PhD in Psychology, you know, I know you needed time. I was willing to wait longer," she told him and he felt his heart flutter. Mama, I found my wife. "You have a PhD and yet you opened a bakery?" She flushed deeper. "I just like baking. I have had my bakery before I even started my first year at the university."

"That's wonderful. So, uh, the Avengers, they visit often?"

"Yes, oh my God! After every damn mission. Steve and Sam were there the last time, yesterday, when they came back. Finished two dozen of my muffins, had to bake more in the middle of the night to restock." The eighth thing he liked about her, the way she complained, how her nose scrunched and she pulled a face.

He couldn't help but laugh. "They do have a sweet tooth," he pointed out and there it was; the ninth thing he liked about her— her pout. "Still! I lost a lot of sleep," she huffed. "I'd like to visit your bakery too, doll. Have an address?" She immediately reached into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a slightly crumpled business card.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" she hissed, noticing the state her card was in but he didn't care in the least. I'm going to keep this paper with me till the end of my life. "It's not a problem at all, doll." Then he examined the card, smirking at the name of the bakery. "The Sweet Spot, huh? Wonder where yours is," he spoke effortlessly, eyes still on the card.

He heard a choking noise and turned to see Y/N laughing behind her hands, barely able to contain herself. "Aren't you just smooth, Barnes," she replied evenly and all he wanted to do at the moment was haul her over his shoulder, take her to his bedroom and never leave. "I was known to be quite charming in the 40s," he winked and she giggled more.

"I would've loved to see that." Soon, she checked her watch and clicked her tongue, standing up. "My bakery opens in 15 minutes, I have to go. It was nice to meet you, Bucky." She simply stood there, fidgeting and that worried him. "Doll?" Her eyes met his. "Sorry, um, I was thinking… should I hug him or shake his hand? Probably should've—"

Without another word he pulled her in his arms and the tenth thing he liked about her? Her hugs. She easily slid her arms around his torso, pressed her face into his chest— being shorter than him— and squeezed. His vibranium hand cradled her head and the flesh one went around her shoulder, returning the squeeze.

The hug was longer than necessary, not that either of them complained. When she pulled away, both of them exchanged huge smiles. He felt lighter and happier than he had in years, even though he was attending therapy now. "Bye, Bucky! See you later!" Oh see you later alright, he visited the bakery just an hour later.

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A sharp knock on the door to her apartment startled her. She checked the time; it was 2 am. Dread filled her entire body as she slowly made her way to the living room, peeking out of the peephole. The dread washed away entirely as she opened the door and swiftly pulled the man inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Bucky?"

"I needed you," he spoke hoarsely. Y/N noticed the dark circles under his eyes, his bloodshot eyes, his tousled hair and his dirty clothes. He had been gone on a mission for the past 5 months; they met 7 months ago. 5 months? Who has a mission that long? The Avengers, that's who. Bucky and Y/N had bonded quite well in the small amount of time.

There were many more things he realized he liked about her; her dancing, her cooking, her apartment, the smell of her laundry detergent, her caring nature, her jokes, her— "Bucky? Bubba, did you hear me?" He blinked a few times and offered her a sheepish smile, shaking his head. "I said, take a bath. I'll leave you some clothes outside."

He agreed instantly and went to her bathroom, hopping in for a quick wash. He cleaned himself with her body wash; it smelled like lavender that calmed him. He had missed her a lot. On the way back home all he could think about was her. He wanted— no, he needed to hold her as he slept to ensure he didn't wake up screaming.

After the shower as he put on the clothes she left for him, he realized something. Walking into the only bedroom in the apartment he saw her looking up from her phone. "Yes, Buck?" He hadn't permitted Sam to call him that, even though he had known the man longer than he had Y/N. "Are these Steve's clothes?"

She went pink and stammered. Bucky's brows furrowed. "Are you dating Steve?" he blurted out and her eyes went wide. "No, I've never dated Steve. It's just that… one time he was on a mission and he needed some place to hide and live for a few days. He lived with me. He left his bag behind and I kept the clothes, for situations like these."

He could tell she was telling the truth. The seventeenth thing he liked about her was her honesty. "Oh, okay." Suddenly a smirk came over her face, which made him nervous. "Were you jealous, Barnes?" It was his turn to blush and he went 10 shades darker than she had. "I— I mean, I— I wasn't, I— I was—" he stammered and she laughed.

"I was kidding! Get in the bed, we're going to sleep." He felt nervous again. "I, um, actually had a… favour, if it's not much, uh, if you don't agree I'll take the couch I promise, but I—" She shushed him. "Spit it out." He exhaled. "Can I… maybe… snuggle with you? While we sleep? Please?" He sounded so soft that all Y/N wanted to do was tell him how much she liked him and cuddle him to death.

"Of course! If it makes you feel better, sure, we can do that. Get in." He took off his t-shirt, hurriedly explaining that he couldn't sleep in them but she brushed him off. He got into the bed next to her and tentatively held his hand out, grinning to himself when she snuggled into his side with a soft sigh.

"You're so warm. It's perfect," she breathed out. Bucky never wanted to let go. "Goodnight, doll," he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her head as both of them drifted off to dreamland. Bucky dreamt of her. The seventeen things he liked about her as of yet, with many more to come. Like maybe the way she tasted.

The way she would feel under him, around him… He gulped and rid himself of the thoughts; he didn't want a boner right now. You've known this woman for 7 months! Calm down, horny. That night, he slept like a baby, his firm hold on Y/N never wavering. Somewhere during the night her face had pushed itself in the crook of his neck, not that he cared.

One of his hands had landed on her butt while the other cradled her head again. Not that she cared. The next morning, Y/N was the first one up. She tried to get up from the bed but Bucky whined, actually whined underneath her. "Don't go." She giggled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "I need to use the bathroom."

Blinking a bit at the unexpected kiss (not that it wasn't welcome), it took him a few minutes to process her words. He let her go then, falling back asleep. He was tired; if he could, he wouldn't wake up for another 2 weeks. Y/N smiled softly when she came out of the bathroom, he looked so peaceful. Let him stay a while longer. She went to make herself some breakfast.

15 minutes into the process Bucky showed up, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, leaving tiny kisses. "I thought you'd like to sleep longer," Y/N offered, one hand squeezing his arm. "It wasn't the same without you." She giggled as he pulled away, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "You sure know how to flatter women," she snorted and he grinned.

"Not just any woman, you in particular," he winked, sitting down at the dining table as Y/N brought over 2 plates of pancakes. "Consider me impressed, James," she teased back. "When does the bakery close?" he questioned as they both ate. "5 pm, why?" "I'm taking you out on a date," he said confidently.

"What time?"

"6:30?"

"Cool."

After they finished eating, they cleaned up for the day and left her apartment. Bucky offered to drop her to her bakery and she readily agreed, both of them walking down the street hand-in-hand. "I've been wanting to ask you out ever since we met," he confessed and she turned to him. "So have I," she chuckled and he looked at her, another grin forming on his face.

Soon, they reached the bakery and stood outside, simply staring at each other. "So, uh, I guess I'll—" The rest of the sentence caught in her throat as Bucky leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Y/N kissed back, smiling when he pulled away. "Can't wait for 6:30," she whispered.

"Neither can I."

And as he walked back towards the Compound, he thought about her, the eighteenth thing he liked about her (her kisses) and the many more things he was sure he was going to like about her in the upcoming months.

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Welp there goes the last of my sanity-

SamBucky x Male!Reader

Being In A Poly Relationship with Sam and Bucky Headcanons

⌲Sigh...you have two stubborn bois on your hands.

❄You're the one who breaks up any agurements they have.

⌲You have to pick movies for movie night because they would even have an agurement over that.

⌲And also on who gets to be in the middle when it comes to cuddling.

❄Bucky once again threatens to break Redwing if Sam hogs the blankets or eats all the snacks.

❄You and Sam can easily bring Bucky out of a grumpy mood just by poking his face or cracking jokes as he tries to fight his smile.

❄You always playfully nudge Bucky and smirk when you catch him looking at Sam with heart eyes. (Called it)

❄Yes, you also get to choose the locations for your dates.

❄Bucky is not really big on PDA, but Sam always pushes it by playfully wrapping his arm around you and Bucky's shoulders.

⌲You played with Sam's shield one time and it got stuck in a tree, only for him to playfully say you'll pay for that and chase you and tickles you when he catches you.

⌲Sam shows you how to program, which is something you learned to be very skilled at. You and Sam like to build together and makes sure to give you advice and courage when you would doubt yourself.

❄Bucky wants to keep everything. Even if it's no longer useful and just all worn out, he still sees them as precious and wants to keep them as a memory.

⌲While Sam tries to repair anything worn out he finds years later, Bucky wants to keep it as it is (Sam calls him a hoarder lol).

⌲Bucky and Sam are both morning birds, and they're always waking you up (Sam is the one who will threaten to eat your breakfast if you don't get up).

❄Sam is the one who normally cooks, while you and Bucky just chill or either ask him if he needs help.

⌲You will sneak up on Sam and jump on his back if you catch him doing laps.

❄Bucky promises he will come back to you if he ever has to leave, and gives you something to remind you that he will be back for you.

⌲Sam is more on the playful side, and says he's going to take you flying when he gets back. He also always brings lots of stuff back only for Bucky to say he tried to talk him out of it.

❄Baking with them, and all of you getting scolded by Sarah for making a mess.

⌲You listen to Sarah when she talks about the silly and dumb things Sam does sometimes.

⌲You and Sarah joke about the both of them, only for Sam to complain and joke about how you betrayed him.

⌲You, AJ, and Cass like to prank Sam, only for Bucky to join in.

⌲Overall, you usually stayed at your shared home and helped around the house and boat along with babysitting Sam's nephews.

⌲Sharon visits occasionally, and comments on how she doesn't understand how you can deal with those two, and brings up that one time they had an agurement during a shooting, only for the both of them to groan when you would say what they did was pretty stupid.

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