#doctor!Sam x Reader

[trektraveler]

My Hero

Summary: Doctor Sam WInchester had fallen hard for the woman living just down the hall. She was easily the most adorable and the most accident-prone creature he had ever met! Yet for all the times he came to her rescue, he was too shy to make a move. Maybe he could work up his courage, if he got just one more chance...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff

One Shot

Word Count: 3700

Author’s Notes: I swear, every time I get sick all I want is a Winchester to come and take care of me. Is that really so much to ask?? I think not! This is my very first Sam x Reader fic! I have a few more ideas rattling around for the youngest Winchester brother, but this is decent practice. For now. Enjoy!

     Bang.  Bang.  Bang.

     “Coming, coming!”  Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door.  He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.

     The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform.  Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them. 

     “Hey, its Garth, right?”

     “Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

     Sam’s instantly shifted into his professional mode.  He was currently an attending at Lawrence General Hospital, having just moved back a year ago from L.A.  It had been an adjustment, but a welcome one.  Big city life didn’t suit Sam at all. 

     “I am.  What’s going on?’

     “I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer.  I think something’s wrong.”

     Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”

     302.  He knew the woman who lived there.  More or less.  They kept running into each other.  He first discovered her fighting with the soap dispenser in the laundry room.  Then again when she locked herself out of the building during a thunderstorm.  And then last week when the elevator got stuck between floors.  He always seemed to be wandering by when she needed a rescue.  She was funny, smart, accident prone, and completely adorable. 

     Sam had been working up the courage to ask her out, but something always seemed to crop up.  An extra shift at the hospital or a birthday party for a colleague.  He knew it was an excuse.  For all of his professional success, Sam was, and always had been, extremely shy.

     “Y/N?”  He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked. 

     “Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth.  In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb. 

     “Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”

     You were laying in the foyer.  Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo.  A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers. 

     Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N?  Can you hear me?”

     Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”

     Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up.  Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”

     His worry only grew when he carried you to the couch and you still didn’t come to.  He held your limp body up with one hand while he worked your hoodie off with the other, leaving you in a tank top and yoga pants.  He’d strip that off you too, if he had to.  Every inch of bare skin he touched felt like it was on fire! 

     “Why isn’t she waking up?”  Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.

     “Dehydration.  With a fever this high, it can happen quick.”  Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck.  Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.

     You groaned, even that soft sound reverberated through your pounding head.  Everything hurt and all you wanted was to slip back into the blankness of sleep.   But it was so noisy!  Someone kept talking, like the parents in a Snoopy cartoon.  Unintelligible, insistent, and so annoying!

     Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N.  Come on, darlin.  Open your eyes for me.”

     With a bit of coaxing, you did as he asked.  Everything around you swirled and slowly came into focus.  Your head felt heavy and fell to the side, Sam was there and smiled down at you.  As a reflex, you smiled back before your fevered brain could catch up and tell you who you were looking at.

     “Hey… it’s my hero.”

     Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

     “You’re here.  That’s so nice… why are you here?”

     “You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow.  “Do you remember what happened?”

     You tried to search your memory, but everything was so fuzzy!  “Um, I came home from work… I was sick.  Felt really bad.  Everything hurt.  Achy and cold.  Headache.  Then I ordered soup from the place down on Main Street.  I dunno…I feel a little out of it.”

     There was a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your bicep that was inflating.  Where did that come from?  Sam was doing that doctor thing where they listen to you talk while taking vitals at the same time.   

     How did doctors do that?  Did they teach that in med school?  It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.

     Cool fingers felt under your jaw, pressing against swollen lymph nodes.  He always had such a gentleness about him.  Such grace.  Surprising for a man of his size, but he seemed to take such care with you.  Like you were the most rare, delicate creature in the world.

     Last week when you found yourself stuck in the elevator, it was Sam who answered your call.  He muscled open the doors single handed and lifted you up though the opening without breaking a sweat.  You were more than a little awe struck by his display of strength and chivalry.  If you’d had half a brain, you’d have invited him for coffee as a thank you.  As it was, you were preoccupied with being late to work.  A sadly missed opportunity with your handsome neighbor.

     “You came home from work, was that last night?”

     “Um, yeah.  Yes.  As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”

     Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”

     “What?”

     “Today’s Wednesday.”

     That information had you on the move.  You sat straight up and instantly went white.  The room titled and if it weren’t for Sam’s hands steadying your shoulders, you probably would have slid right off the couch.

     “Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.

     “I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”

     “The only place you are going is to the E.R.”

     “No, I can’t go to the hospital.”

     “Y/N, listen to me.  You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted.  Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.” 

     Sam tried to be stern, but he just didn’t have it in him.  You looked so pitiful with your hair sticking to the sweat slick skin and the dark smudges under your eyes.  You were desperately sick and he wasn’t going to simply leave you without treatment.

     “I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”

     You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat.  “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured.  My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”

     Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”

     “It’s not that simple.  She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system.  And bring that fever under control.”

     He felt your head loll against him.  He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again. 

     “Y/N?  Wake up, Y/N!” 

     This time no amount of effort would bring you around. 

     “Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet.  He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down.  “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”

     Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”

     “Great.  My brother is on call there tonight, go in and ask for Dean.  Tell him it’s for me, he’ll help you.”  Sam tore off the list and thrust it into Garth’s hand, “Get everything and hurry!”

     Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me?  That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”

     “Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie.  It’s our go word, means drop everything.”

     “A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.

     You woke feeling warm.  Bundled up in something soft and secure.  Your eyes stayed closed as you enjoyed the luxurious feeling.  Most mornings you woke up stiff with your muscles complaining about the ancient futon you had yet to replace.  It was left over from college and the wood slats dug into your hips, but moving to a new town was expensive!  Anything like a proper mattress would have to wait until you had a few more paychecks under your belt.

     You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched.  You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net. 

     “What the hell…?”  You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness.  You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.

     Your eyes popped open.  An I.V.?

     You weren’t in your bed.  You weren’t in your room!  Where the hell were you? 

     The dimensions matched your bedroom, but it wasn’t bare bones like yours.  This one was painted a lovely smoke grey.  Bookshelves lined one wall and a mahogany dresser matched it on the other.  The bed was the biggest you’d ever seen.  The headboard was massive and intricately carved.  The mattress was firm but yielding. 

     The bedside table housed bottles of medication, a stethoscope, a digital thermometer, and a glass of water.  You remembered being sick.  Sicker than you’d ever felt.  You remembered your boss sending you home then… nothing.  Just a blur. 

     You sat up slowly.  When the room didn’t spin, you decided to press your luck.  You pulled back the covers enough to dangle your feet over the edge.  Your toes found plush carpet.  You felt weak, but not dizzy.  And you were cold without the blankets.  Looking down you found bare legs.  You were wearing only your tank top and Wonder Woman underwear. 

     Fuck.  Where the hell are my clothes?!

     With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door. 

     “Yeah, Dean I know.  If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”

     “No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”

     “Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone. 

     “It’s wax on, wax off.  Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”

     “Sam?”

     Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him.  You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance.  You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.

     “I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call.  “Y/N, hey.  How you feeling?”

     “Confused.  How did I get here and where are my clothes?”

     “Oh!”  Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair.  He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.

     “Sorry about that, your fever was sky high.  Needed to bring it down in a hurry.  Here, sit.”

     You sank down onto a couch that was just as comfortable as the bed you’d woken up in.  Sam disappeared into the kitchen then returned with a glass of ginger ale and some crackers.  He was rattling off something about Chinese takeout and your pants being in the laundry.  All the while he was fussing over you.  His long fingers found the pulse point on your wrist, and he produced a pen light from somewhere to check your pupils.

     After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”

     “Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.” 

     “Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”

     Now you were really confused, “Construction?”

     Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah.  I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”

     “What?!”

     “You weren’t answering!  I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

     His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes.  “I was worried about you.”

     You looked at him, really looked.  He was beautiful, as he always was, but there was an edge of exhaustion to his features.  His five o’clock shadow was darker than you’d ever seen it.  The fine lines around his eyes and lips were etched deeper and his hazel eyes were slightly red.  Even his enviable hair was disheveled. 

     “So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”

     “I did.”  He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”

     A small smile played around your lips, “Nah.  I might need your services again.  I have a habit of getting into trouble.  Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”

     “You call, I’ll come running.”

Two Years Later:

     “That was not our first date!”

     “We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”

     “I was unconscious!”

     “Not the whole time,” Sam countered, threading his fingers through yours, “Sometimes you’d wake up.  Of course, you were delirious.  You did have some of the most creative fever dreams… what was that one about the Catholic church hiding the existence of extra-terrestrials by dressing them up like the clergy?”

     “They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens.  Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes.  And still, not a date.  I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”

    “Dating experts?”

     “Your brother.”

     Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”

     “I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”

     “First dates.  Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”

     “Oh yeah?  Got him beat, do you?”

     “Hands down.”

     Sam curled a finger under your chin and brought his lips down to meet yours.  You hummed happily as an electric spark zinged all the way down to your toes.  It was crazy that even after two years he still managed to excite you with just a touch, or a look.  You never had to doubt his feelings for you, he wore them openly and proudly.  He never missed the opportunity to hold your hand in the grocery store or to wrap his arm around your shoulders at the movies.   A kiss to the temple, a hand at the small of your back.  Every touch was filled with the warmth of the sun on a summer’s day.  Every night was filled with the heat and passion of desire that could never be sated. 

     You leaned into Sam’s side as he guided the two of you down the winding path that cut through the willows.  “So, tell me Doctor Winchester, why haven’t I been to your family’s estate before?”

     “I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”

     “I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses!  Horses, Sam!  I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”

     “We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”

     “Really?!”

     “I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.

     “Sam!”  You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”

     “Best birthday ever.  And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”

     The path curved and opened up to a decent sized pond.  A dock jutted out onto the clear, still waters and ended in an elaborate gazebo.  Painted a picturesque white and topped with a copper finial, hundreds of tiny fairy lights hung from the rafters glittering with magic and romance. 

     “Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks.  “This is like something out of a book.  God, it’s beautiful!”

     “My parents built this place from the ground up.  Mom had this vision in her head about a pond where she could come and watch ducks.  Teach her kids to swim and fish.  So, one summer, Dad started digging.  I don’t think he even had a plan, all the neighbors thought he was crazy!  But he was stubborn and determined.  And he loved my mom more than anything.”

     You walked out to the end of the platform and leaned out on the railing.  Dragonflies danced along the surface of the water as the sun began to set and the crickets started to sing.  “He did a great job.  Did he build the gazebo too?”

     “Anniversary present,” he confirmed, joining you by the railing.  “This was my favorite spot when I was a kid.  Dean loved the garage, hanging with Dad and tearing apart trucks with the radio blasting.  I couldn’t stand the noise, so I’d come out here.  Even in the winter.”

     Suddenly, a swan flew down and landed in the middle of the water.  Graceful and noble, it glided across the water sending the slightest of ripples out in its wake.  As it turned, you could see a single black feather against the white of its tail. 

     “Oh!  I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”

     “He’s always had it, never could figure out why.  He showed up when I was ten and just never left.  I call him Solomon.”

     “Is it just him?  I thought swans always paired up?”  

     “Well, that’s the thing, they do have mates for life, but he showed up alone.  And I know it sounds silly, but he was mopey.  He didn’t take a lot of interest in anything; he didn’t interact with the ducks or even pay any attention to me when I tried to feed him.  He was sad.  Some animals grieve and I think he was grieving for his lost mate.”

     “Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water. 

     “When I left for college, Solomon migrated and didn’t come back in the spring.  I thought I’d seen the last of him, but then I got a call from Mom this past summer.  He was back and he brought someone with him.”

     As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon.  Pure white and just as lovely.  They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.

     “You’re kidding!  He found another mate?  I didn’t know swans would do that!”

     “Some do, special cases.  And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”

     “That’s amazing!”  You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you.  He was kneeling. 

     “Sam.”

     He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.

     “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.  I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to look, but the words never came.  Everything I wrote seemed inadequate.  Even the word love falls short.  It’s not enough, it’s not big enough.  Being with you is a revelation, Y/N.  You call me your hero, but baby… it’s the other way around.  You rescued me.”

     Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box.  A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky. 

     “I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you.  To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission.  To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”

     You dropped down to your knees and tackled him.  Your arms flung around his neck, nearly knocking him over in your enthusiasm.   He caught you with a laugh and kept the two of you from tumbling off into the water.  You kissed every square inch of the face you’d loved since he first rescued you.  And you laughed.  Joy bubbled up from your heart like effervescent Champagne.

     “You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.

     “Y/N… baby…”

     “Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

     His hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back slightly so he could look into your eyes.  He traced the curve of your face, fondly tucking your hair behind your ear.  You were always moving, always racing towards everything in life.  It was something he loved about you, your exuberance.  Your passion!  You burned so bright, his light even on the darkest days. 

     “Will you marry me?”

     Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago.  You been so excited that he never got the chance. 

     “Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

     Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that?  Perfect fit.”

     “Guess that means you’re stuck with me now.”  You shifted so that you were sitting in his lap, your hand cupped his jaw, “I should tell you up front that I tend to get into trouble, there’s a good chance that you’ll be required to rescue me from time to time.”

     “Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”

     “Second favorite?”

     “Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”

     Before long, Sam had swept you away in a haze with his deft fingers and clever tongue.  The title of Hero that you bestowed on him became a running joke through the years and then a loving nickname.  But that didn’t make it any less true.  He’d always been a hero, and now he was yours. TAGLIST @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetryy @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderousmaster @lyarr24 @aphorism-001 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco @haylie-spnfam4evr @lauraashley93 @foxyjwls007 @bluedragonflylady @foxyjwls007

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[welldonebeca]

Trust Your Doctor (2)

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Sam’s eyes watched slowly as Nancy undressed behind the curtains, her tight little body creating the sexiest of silhouettes, and his hands just itched to pinch her small tits. 

He remembered very well how she usually dressed. Sam had been seeing her for nearly 4 years now, since she had turned 15, and this was probably the first time she didn’t just come in baggy clothes, but a pretty dress.

It was adorable, she was trying so hard to look like a grown-up but still looked like just a little girl.

She wasn't even 19 yet, and was just a little virgin planning to fuck a random boy who didn't deserve such an opportunity, and would certainly not know what to do.

Sam couldn't let her do that.

He was older and wiser, a doctor who knew everything about her little body and what he was doing. 

So he was going to help her.

He watched as she put her clothes on the nearest chair, and moved his eyes away when Dean's message popped up on his computer. 

'I just locked up. Have fun with your girl.'

Sam rolled his eyes.

'Okay.'

He raised his gaze up again, and she was already standing up and waiting. 

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he called out.

Sam stood up, and she just stood frozen on his spot. 

"Yes, sir," she answered quickly, voice high and cute.

He walked around the room, eyes never leaving her as he pulled the curtains away, and smiled softly when she looked up at his face.

"Please, lay down," he told her.

Nancy rushed to obey him, little hands clenching the ugly gown to cover her tiny body, and Sam had to control himself from just telling her she didn't need to do that. 

But the gown would be off soon enough.

Sam raised his eyes and held back a grin as her pretty cheeks reddened up in a flush, and she chewed her lower lip. 

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Nervous," she mumbled.

He rubbed her foot softly. 

"It's okay," Sam assured her. "You're safe."

Nancy nodded, little fingers clenching the gown. 

"I know," she mumbled. "I'm just... not used to being naked around hot men." 

Sam raised his eyebrows, surprised at the compliment.

"Men," she corrected herself quickly, blushing even more. "Around men."

He looked away, licking his lips, and his mind rushed to what she was hiding for him. He remembered her nipples, tiny and pink, mouthwatering. Maybe they were hard right now; that was why she was hiding so much.

Sam remembered very well the last time she had been in his office. Her mother was right there, hovering over him, sitting right by her side as he worked and listening and taking notes. She was right there when her little teen daughter got wet for him as he examined her with his fingers, little clit swelling and virgin hole drooling.

And now, mama wasn't around.

And he was going to show it to her before she made the mistake of letting her stupid little fling into her. 

"Alright," he pulled his chair. "Ready?"

She nodded, and Sam walked to her side, raising his hands to hers and slowly prying them away.

"Did you notice any lumps or changes since I've seen you?" he asked, pressing on the soft flesh of her breasts. 

They were proportional to her body, so small he could cover them with a single hand of his.

Nancy gulped. 

"No, sir."

Sam hummed softly, thumb touching her tiny nipple, already feeling it hard, though he had barely touched her. 

"Any leaking I should be worried about?" he asked. 

Nancy shook her head.

"No, sir," she mumbled again.

"Good girl," he answered back. 

She gasped, and Sam raised his gaze to her face, finding her brown eyes wide. 

"Uh?" she asked. 

"When you were here before, your mother always had all of the answers written down," he reminded her. "Good job."

Her shoulders relaxed, and Sam wondered if she had bought it.

"Any pain?" he moved down her body, fingers skimming down her little stomach.

He watched as she shivered, and pressed on her lower stomach, checking for any differences over her uterus.

"Just some period cramps," she told him. "Nothing much."

"All going fine," she whispered.

He nodded, yet unsatisfied. 

"When are you expecting your period? I need some data to help you with the pill."

Her face reddened. 

"I'm ovulating today," she told him. "So... I think it's... next week or something?"

Sam tried not to scoff. 

She shouldn't have come when she was ovulating. Didn't she know it would make things too risky?

He couldn't cum inside her.

Not yet, at least. 

He'd fill her up soon enough.

"Okay," he mumbled.

Sam moved to pull his chair and sit between her legs, and exchanged a look with Nancy when he realised she'd cover herself up again. He would spank her hands away if he could. Soon enough, though, she'd be comfortable with him not to hide, he knew it. 

"Sorry," she mumbled, pulling the gown up from where it was covering her pussy. 

Sam didn't answer, just adjusting himself as her little pussy was exposed, bare and hairless. 

She had waxed just for him. What a lovely girl.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "The guy I'm seeing likes hairless girls, so I waxed." 

He looked at her, surprised, and clenched his jaw. 

Not for him, then. 

"I know you don't care about that," she added quickly. "But... yeah..."

"It is up to you," he told her. "But being hairless isn't that good for you. The hair protects you from some infections and is very hygienic. Don't let people tell you otherwise."

She blinked, brown eyes watching his face very curiously. 

"The beauty standard is constructed around prepubescent girls," he added. "No wrinkles, no hair, tiny... you are an adult. You shouldn't let a random boy tell you what to do with your body."

She should have the freedom to look however she wanted to look like. No random boy should be telling her what to do with herself.

Nancy nodded slowly, pretty cheeks blushing again as she stared at him in awe.

"Thank you, Sam," she smiled, much sweeter and relaxed, and her eyes widened when she realised her slip. "I mean... doctor. Thank you, doctor."

He just smiled. 

"You can call me Sam," he assured her.

He watched as her little body relaxed, and her legs spread a little wider.

Sam moved his eyes back down and licked his lips under his mask. 

There it was, the pretty cunt that had him hooked.

It looked just as tight as he remembered, and he recalled very well having to will himself into not sliding a finger into it when her mother was right there. But they were alone now; he could do whatever he wanted with her.

She jumped when he touched her, very softly, and he watched as she relaxed on her spot. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing a finger on her folds.

"Yes, sir," she nodded. 

Sam hummed positively, and watched as her little cunt squeezed around nothing, begging for his finger. 

"Tell me if anything hurts," he told her. 

Nancy nodded and he bit his lower lip when he heard a little whimper from her when moved a finger over her clit. 

Such a hot little thing. 

Sam could see her pussy swelling up a little bit, clit engorging, and wetness just starting to show on her little hole, escaping the hymen-covered entrance.

Fuck.

Sure, Sam had touched her clit once or twice, faking an accident or two, but now... now he could play with it as he wanted.

And when he did, he had the pleasure of watching her clench and gasp.

He could see how she was a little confused, squirming and looking at him. 

"Any pain?" he asked again, moving his glove-covered thumb down to her entrance, collecting wetness and going back to her clit. 

He traced two circles over her sensitive bud, waiting for an answer, and raised his head, finding her looking at his face with her lower lip between her teeth.

"No," she stuttered. "I... no. No. But..."

He moved his eyes down again, and spread her. 

"I need to check," he reminded her.

She moaned softly, and he smirked behind his mask.

Sam continued to play with her clit, watching her pussy reacting to him so perfectly. 

He wetted his finger on her hole, hearing as her moans and cries grew, legs spreading wide and hips moving, looking for more.

"Good girl," he cooed, unable to keep himself quiet. "Very good girl."

Fuck, he loved little virgins. They were always so sensitive. 

Her legs trashed as her felt her little clit throbbing under his finger, and Sam held her hips down with his free hand. 

"Doctor," she protested with a loud cry, as if unable to control herself. "I..."

"It's okay," he assured her. "It's okay, baby. Let go. It is so good for you." 

Her eyes fell on him, and her face was just curled in pleasure. 

"Sam!" Nancy cried. 

"I know, baby," he assured her. "You can trust me. I'm a doctor."

. . .

Chapter 3 to 5 (DM me to buy the PDF to the full story for just a single payment of $5. You can also subscribe to my "Space Explorer" tier on Patreon and request this as your monthly PDF).

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[arkytiorwrites]

I’ve Got the Old Man’s Car!

I won’t lie, this was heavily inspired by this Y/N Marvel video. I couldn’t not.

Tony walked into the common room of the Avengers Compound with a perturbed expression. The rest of the team was scattered across the room in small groups of two or three, and the occasional lone wolf; Wanda was in the kitchen cooking dinner with Vision's help.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?" the billionaire asked.

“Nope, sorry,” Wanda called absently as she sprinkled spices into the large pot.

"I can't find Bucky, either,” Steve admitted from where he sat drawing on the couch directly facing the 60” flatscreen TV.

“I cannot find Loki, as well," Thor confessed over the rim of his mug of beer.

"I would look outside if I were you," Natasha advised, leaning against the top of the bar.

"Should I be worried?” Tony half-joked as he walked over to the bay windows over-looking the grounds.

“I have Stark’s keys!" Loki bellowed as he raced across the lawn towards the garage.

"I've got Steve’s wallet!" Bucky added as he vaulted over a row of shrubbery.

"And I know a shortcut to Red Robins!” Y/N whooped as they keyed open the doors and deftly caught the fob the Frost Giant tossed them.

“Is that ... my Mclaren?” Tony asked as the trio pulled out onto the drive with a squeal of tires and loud revving.

Everyone stared in amazement as the resident troublemakers drove off into the sunset.

Tony, Bruce, Clint, Thor, Steve, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Sam, even Doctor Strange; who was there to evaluate Y/N’s ablities in the first place.

“Yup, you two are definitely soul twins,”Nat chuckled.

Tony shot the Russian assassin a look, then began to laugh as well.

“Yeah. They’re something else, aren’t they?"

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[margowritesthings]

MARGO'S 1K CELEBRATION I - TROPE BINGO

Y'ALL. I can't believe this. 1,000 is such a mind boggling number to me, considering these weird word children would otherwise just be sitting in my brain on their own. I can't thank you enough for your support over the last year. this blog is one of the best things that has happened to be, and now that i'm pursuing my dream of becoming a published writer i truly believe it has changed the course of my life. YOU have changed my life. thank you for being there to read and support. i love y'all.

soooo reading and writing romance is basically my only prsonality trait, so why not celebrate 1k followers with the thing that got me here! im putting you guys as the star role in your own romance- follow along the steps below and send me an ask with your trope and character selection + any extra info.

STEP 1 - PICK A TROPE (please pick up to 3 tropes!)

➼ friends to lovers ➼ enemies to lovers ➼ s/he falls first ➼ one night stand ➼ grumpy x sunshine ➼ small town ➼ billionaire ➼ mafia ➼ forced proximity ➼ marriage of convenience ➼ fake dating ➼ second chance ➼ one bed ➼ childhood sweethearts ➼ surprise pregnancy ➼ why choose? (send up to 3 characters for a reverse harem ship) ➼ random!- i will use a generator ➼ writer's choice- i will choose based on your profile (mutuals only)

STEP 2 - PICK A SHIP there are 3 ways to get your ship:

➼choose a fandom (or multiple fandoms) from the below list and I will choose for you (the more info about yourself you provide the better this choice will be) ➼choose a specific character from the fandoms in the list (or multiple and I will choose) ➼(mutuals only) tell me your fandoms and I will choose for you based on your profile/what i know about you/what you provide me with (even if the fandom ISNT on the list below)

FANDOMS PARTICIPATING IN THIS CELEBRATION: ➼ red dead redemption ➼ bridgerton ➼ marvel ➼ starfield ➼ fallout ➼ skyrim ➼ stardust ➼ star wars ➼ doctor who ➼ daisy jones and the six ➼ mad men

STEP 3 - EXTRA INFO

IMPORTANT- INCLUDE YOUR GENDER AND SEXUAL ORIENTATION IF LETTING ME CHOOSE THE SHIP. Add anything about yourself you want me to know. If you're on anon, this is very important!! I cannot make anything personalised for you if I do not know anything about you. Any icks, anything you want me to include, turn ons, etc. Basically provide me with anything you think might help me make the best gift for you!

RULES

➼ Followers only please, I cannot police this as I have asking on anon enabled, but this is a celebration for my followers so if you are gonna enter please do ensure you are following me

➼ Likes and reblogs are really appreciated! if you do enjoy my work you can also check out my masterlists which can be found here or buy me a coffee here!

➼ At the least, I will be able to make a moodboard for your ship + tropes, but if the inspiration strikes me I will write headcanons and drabbles too. These are a bonus and should not be expected with every entry

➼ 18+ - some of these tropes will include explicit detail, so 18+ only please

➼ Please grant me patience! i am doing this alongside a full time job and have some personal stuff on, but i do want to celebrate so im trying to fit this in as best i can. please be kind and respectful of my lil internet space :)

➼ all posts will be tagged #margo's 1k celebration

tagging my frens to say THANK YOU cause i couldn't do it without ya <3: @inkandbloodbound @cowboydisaster @musicallisto @saradika @sickvictorianangel @alottanothing @twola @photo1030

#margos 1k celebration #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #dutch van der linde x reader #john marston x reader #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #shin hati x reader #boba fett x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #elder maxson #paladin danse #sam coe #sam coe x reader #serana #serana x reader #skyrim #doctor who #ten x reader #tenth doctor #stardust #tristan thorne #mad men #don draper #dutch van der linde #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #jessica jones

[mattmurcock]

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[bullet-prooflove]

All The Rumours Are True - Sam Abrams x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @irishavengersassemble @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @annieradcliff @thebewingedjewelcat @cosmic-psychickitty

Brief references to Better and Will's struggles in Smoke Break

Sam doesn’t realise there’s a rumour about him until he sees two interns in the elevator tittering and nudging each other. He’s used to commanding a certain level of respect and he’s worked hard to cultivate his reputation. He doesn’t suffer fools gladly and he has very little time for gossip and nonsense. He doesn’t say anything, he simply lowers the chart he’s reading and tilts his head towards them. The giggling stops immediately.

Good, he thinks. Now he can concentrate.  

“Doctor Abrams.”

He sighs and lowers the chart a second time and fixes the interns with a steely glare. The first one shrinks back, the second one straightens their shoulders before continuing to speak.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” He asks mildly irritated by the interaction.

“About your wife.”

Sam’s eyebrows furrow into a frown and his heart starts to beat a little faster in his chest. He’s a logical man, but when it comes to you his brain jumps to all sorts of irrational conclusions. Are you sick? Are you hurt? Have you been brought into the E.D?

“What about my wife?” He snaps, clutching the clipboard to his chest. The intern changes their mind about the interaction and instead takes a step away from him falling silent. Sam rolls his eyes at the response before sighing and adjusting his tone. “What is going on with my wife?”

“Oh!” The intern says, their cheeks colouring as they fluster. “No, she’s fine. I think she’s fine. She’s not here, at least I don’t think she is… I wanted to ask you about her book.”

Sam leans back against the wall of the elevator and exhales loudly.

For a second there…

His brain snags on the interns’ words before he turns his attention back to them.

“Yes, my wife wrote a book.” He informs them. “It’s on the Times Bestseller’s List at the moment.”

“I’ve read it!” One of the interns abruptly tells him, before gesturing between them and the other intern. “We both have.”

“Ok.” Sam shrugs his shoulders. “Good for you.”

The doors to the elevator open on his floor and Sam is relieved to leave the weird exchange with the interns behind him.

***

It’s Halstead that brings the rumour to his attention. Ever since Jimmy Lanik made a comment that Will reminds him of Beaker from the Muppets, Sam can’t unsee it. Sometimes when he’s prattling on, Sam tunes him out and imagines Beaker’s voice just to get through the conversation.

“I didn’t know your wife was an author.” He says conversationally his elbow comes to rest on workspace that Sam is scribbling down his notes on.

“She didn’t take my last name.” Sam mutters as his pen scratches across the paper. “She’s very much her own woman.”

“Very modern.” Will remarks, nodding sagely.

As far as Sam is concerned that’s the end of the conversation. His personal life is exactly that. Only now Halstead is hovering like he wants to say something else, and Sam hates this sort of dilly dallying.

“Spit it out.” He says, setting his pen down on the clipboard.

“Her book really helped me.” Will says finally, his mouth set in a thin line as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I was in a really bad place a couple of months ago and Doctor Charles recommended it. It really changed my perspective on mental health and how I view myself.”

“Oh.” Sam says, nodding his head in understanding. “Good.”

He plays with the silver Parker Pen, you had bought him for his birthday between his fingertips. He’s always wanted one, but he’s just never seen the point. He doesn’t write correspondence; everything is digital these days. His desire for it wasn’t logical, he just knew he liked it. When he’d opened the box with the rainbow-coloured bow on he had been completely delighted.

Sometimes there doesn’t have to be a point, you had told him as his thumb had trailed over the customised engraving. It’s just something you feel in your heart.

“My wife is very good at what she does.” He says to Will, his gaze lingering on the pen in his hands. “For her counselling is a calling. During and then after the pandemic, the mental health services were overwhelmed with people in crisis. It started as a blog initially and then it gained traction from there. She started writing her book in the evenings as a way of reaching people who didn’t have access to the help they needed. She wanted them to understand that they weren’t alone in their struggles, to help them find a way through the darkness. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.”

Sam sighs before clipping his pen back into the top pocket of his lab coat.

“I’m glad it helped you, that’s it’s doing the work she set out to do.”

“I went to her book talk; Jimmy’s wife was going, and she invited me along. She thought it would be good for me.” Will says abruptly as Sam is about to walk away. “There were a few others from Med there, I think that’s why…”

Will trails off and Sam finishes the sentence because suddenly it all makes sense.

“… everybody is talking about me and my wife.”

“There’s no author picture in the back of her book and her social media is private. Nobody realised that the woman we’ve seen you having lunch with is the same one that wrote the book until then.” Will tells him.

“And you’re all wondering what she’s doing with a man like me.” Sam summarises, before rapping his fingertips upon the surface of the workspace.

Will shakes his head.

“Actually no.” He informs the neurosurgeon. “Part of the talk was her discussing her own mental health issues, how the pandemic and the pressure of it, took its toll on her. She told us about how her husband had supported her through it, how he was this beacon of light in a very dark time of her life.”

“Oh.” Sam says.

He doesn’t like to think about that, about how much you were suffering. He remembers the night you broke down, sobbing into his chest because you’d spent weeks struggling and it had all become too much. The burden of other people’s hurt had become too hard to bear and you were coming part at the seams. The next day he had marched into Goodwin’s office and told her to clear his schedule. There were more important things going on at home and he needed to be there. She had been understanding, cut back his hours until the storm had passed, allowed him a phased return so he could be there when you attended your own appointments. He would take you out afterwards, the bookstore, the ice cream shop, skating once – which he was horrible at. Things to make you feel better because therapy could be brutal and all the wanted was to see you see you smile again.

“She’s the love of my life.” He explains to Will. “I hated seeing her in so much pain. It gave me a little insight into why she wrote the book. She had access to the help she needed, but what about those that don’t?”

Sam crosses his arms over his chest.

“Before that they were just statistics but afterwards…” He shakes his head as he recalls that moment of realisation. “It reminded me that there are people behind those numbers, individuals who don’t have the tools to cope.”

He pauses before he meets Will’s eyes. It’s rare that he is this open with anyone outside of you, but Halstead’s bore his soul by mentioning his issues. It seems only fair that Sam returns the gesture.

“My wife is a very special person.” He tells the other man. “It’ll mean the world to her to know that her book helped you through a tough time.”

“The work she’s doing…” Will says as he tucks his hands into his pockets. “It saves lives.”

Sam thinks about his own emotional state before he met you. The nights he’d come home and put on Tchaikovsky before pouring himself a Scotch, the hours he would spend pouring over medical journals, reading articles, watching highlights from seminars and conferences he’d missed. There had been no work life balance for him, there was just work and there was always plenty of it to be done. Then he had met you. His world had gone from shades of grey to erupting with colour.

Dates filled with laugher, good food, tender kisses. Late mornings spent making love, while the two of you listened to the rain patter against the windows. He’d started reading fiction again, getting hooked on Dan Brown before exploring other literary works. He’d joined a book club hosted by one of the firefighters from 51 to expand his horizons, made some friends along the way. He’s happier than he’s ever been and that’s all thanks to you.

“I know.” He tells Will frankly. “She saved mine too.”

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[slasher-cam]

Hi lovlies!!

Guys, thank you so much for all the request especially from the poppy playtime fandom!! I just wanted to remind you guys that I alot of other fandoms and i would love if you sent me a request from oneᡣ𐭩

#poppy playtime x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf x reader #undertale x reader #sans x reader #cuphead x reader #king dice x reader #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #beetlejuice x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #sherlock x reader #dean x reader #sam x reader #doctor who x reader #harry potter x reader #severus snape x reader #fred weasley x reader #george x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 24 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲! 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞!

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄: Head over to your camera roll. The last celebrity or fictional character saved to your gallery is your time-travelling companion --- are you safe? 🔮

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐖𝐎: Sneak a peek at my Time Dilation scenario chart --- fancy, right? Here’s how it works: Choose your birthstone, the last number of your birth year, and your star sign to reveal the intricacies of your journey. 🥀

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: Share your trip and share the love! Tag any adventurous moots or followers that might like to participate!

Safe travels! 🥂

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓!

I’ll start things off! 

Save, thriving, and happy. I trust Aragorn with my life and he totally seems the type to stay cool during a trip like this. Looks like we’re travelling to 16th century Venice to scout the library and fall in love. Oh my gosh, imagine all the books!!! Was this intentional? Maybe, possibly...

moots, assemble! *no pressure, of course!*: @starstruck-loner​ @goldencherriess @astudyinlaura @lumosouls @misaverawrites @selcouthangel @asherloki @baby-bloos @thespiritoflife @lydiablack-m @starryeddie @andthevillainshallrises @bakerstreethound @silverdaydreamer @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @classickook @lucywrites02 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @blogthebooklover @imeternallylove @fictional-hooman @waiting-for-cas-to-save-me @amplifyme @frostandflamesfanfic @mindibindi @foxmulderlovebot @space-helen @inlovewithfictionalcharacters666 @paperheartsarts @aephereal @christinasyellowflowers @natti-ice

#ultra fluffy tag game! #looking out for my moots this time! no break ups! #justice for the capricorns this time around! #my phone is alarmingly filled with pinterest screencaps of fictional guys... *sniffle* #my fandom tags: #sherlock #supernatural #the walking dead #lotr #loki #doctor who #marvel #buffy the vampire slayer #harry potter #sherlock x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #rick grimes x reader #the governor x reader #aragorn x reader #faramir x reader #loki x reader #stephen strange x reader #tag game

[httpscomexe]

Who I Write For

For smut

Loki Laufeyson None (Yet)

Thor Odinson 2

James Barnes (Bucky) 3

Steve Rogers None (Be careful)

Eddie Brock (Venom) None

Peter Parker (Only Tom Hollands and Andrew Garfields) None

Wade Wilson 1

Angel (Benjamin Hardy) None

Stephen Strange 1

Very little smut, more fluff

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Unrealated to Marvel

Billy Magnussen

When I looked up Bucky GIFs there happened to be a potato, so enjoy this instead. Just imagine him all buttered up and delicious or whatever lulz

#marvel #bucky #loki #thor #doctor strange #tony stark #t'challa #deadpool #hulk #sam wilson #eddie brock #steve rogers #peter parker #etc #marvel smut #smut #x reader #potatoes #butter #yelena belova

[aloneatpeace]

In Another Universe

Chapter 20

Mount wundagore

You float on midair with Darhold Infront of you with branches of numerous realities around you, Wong held captive by the red mist, hands tied and bloody and bruised face. Eyes closed you reach out the universe where you could dream walk, to get close to your family faster. While you still hear your subconscious reach earth 838.

Earth 838 y/n was making table as you watch, Alex and your boys watching a new movie that the boys wanted watch for a quite some time. As the variant y/n move to get more dishes you follow, feeling the presence the variant glance back but you hide behind the staircase that led to second floor of the house. An ominous feeling crept through her spin as the wind starts to get harsher, the floor felt slippery as her legs tumbled the picture of her earlier birthday seems to look at her making her breath gets shorter the lights creaked. The broth dish starts to move she take the dish her hands but the wind gets harsher and more made her almost drop it and place it on the side her breath gets shorter a massive headache that made her hunch over the front of the sink.

Shaking her head, she stands a sigh leaving her lips she unintentionally glance at window to see a reflection of her but in different clothes, she doesn’t look like her at all even the though the facial features are same. She can see its not her its someone else someone more cruel, cold hearted, she seems to glare at her.

 She tries to move but her feet kept her an excruciating pain exploded in her chest she closes her eyes face pinched at the pained expression, suddenly everything went quite as she opens her eyes a red hue shine in her iris.

You sigh as you able to get inside your variant.

“Mom, are you alright?” a small voice called you from behind.

“yeah” you slowly turn to see your son Charlie stand there with a worried look on his face. At the sight of him you melt inside. He slowly walks towards you as you watch with adoration.

He stands Infront of you kneel before him, his put his little hands on your forehead puzzled pout on his lips when he feels no temperature but he heard you wince. “You alright mom?”

You smile wholeheartedly a tenderness that only received for your boys you run your hands through his hair “I'm alright sweetheart”

He hums satisfied with the answer he turns his head “get ready I’m coming with mom”

“Just come then” Oliver impatient voice yell back

Charlie takes your hands in his “come on mom” you let him pull you wherever he wants with a soft smile on your face.

As you get to the table Oliver and Alex stands beside a large cake on the table Charlie run towards them, together they start to yell happy birthday to you. The boys try to copy their fathers voice Alex smiley smile at there antics as he sings wishes to you.

This what it like to leave with them.

  One of the warriors slowly walk towards Wong, to avoided get caught by the scarlet witch. Wong left his head up weakly “you are alive “

The witch node “but not many other have lost”

“Set me free, I need to destroy the book”

“no. it’s can’t be you” she softly whispers before caring his cheeks, she silently moves towards the darkhold that hover the air, unsheathing the knife that hidden in her robes.

“NO, sara no”

She grabbed the darkhold and stab it forcefully with the knife.

The connection to dream walk break making both you and earth 838 you fall. In earth 838 Alex and your boys run towards shouting your name in concern at the sudden fall. You look up from the kneeling ground to get the boys, your variant also kneels to comfort the worried boys.

“Boy…... boys ……...”

“MOM…”

“Love are you alright?” Their voice echoes in your head as faint connection still there before it all lost.

Sara body burned as she destroyed the darkhold, you hastily grab the book tears threating to fall a sob screaming inside you.

Quickly the saddens was replace by furious anger, glaring at Wong you throw him by blasting a red mist to the destroyed temple front.

“I need the darkhold spell’s, you’re the sorcerer supreme. Tell me what you know”

Wong spit out the blood “you’re gonna have to kill me, witch”

You shake your head “no not you, them” you lift your hands and the survived warriors held in midair as you bind them with red magic binds, they squirm in pain whimpers and pained plea for life reach Wong’s ear

“y/n stop. y/n please”

You flick your wrist more pain shoot through them making the scream for life. Seeing them in pain Wong give in

“The darkhold was just copy”

You stop “a copy”

“Legends speaks of a mountain with the wretched spells you seek carved into its wall. Its is where darkhold was transcribed. Mount wundagore, Wanda Maximoff mother of all witches and witchcraft worshiped there it centuries ago”

“no one survived the journey, no one is welcomed there”

You lift a finger letting the dead man’s sling ring fly and throw it to Wong “perhaps we will the exception”

Sam, dean and Klaus was handcuffed and an electric device that shocked them was placed on their neck. America stands next to them with a guilty look her face, they are put in glass box all they don’t remember how they got here when they wake up this how they found themselves. the door of the lab and a guy walk in Sam’s and dean eyed widen “CAS?”

The cas in question give them a blank questioning look dean gulp he just saw him getting vanished because of you. “This is a highly secure research facility you three will be tested and will be in surveillance under us”

“I am no lab rat to be tested” Klaus seethes

“What you mean? cas?”

“I am not your cas as you speak of and test are being done because you are unwelcomed here traveling from one universe to another is not a normal thing. We need to run some test to identify you”

“Wait… what earth are we on/” Sam asks

“This is earth 838” the monitor near beep alerting cas “he walks towards the system transferring the data to his tablet “let’s take look, you all are from earth 616.”

“How…. How do you know all about this how are you even here working for whatever this guy is? “Dean stutter out

“Well……. I’m here because something you both did” cas said walk towards them “it was not like that; you both brought a massive apocalypse here every dead and living in affected by that not just that every creature of hell was unleashed “

 “What did we do?” Sam asks hesitantly

“You brought the mother of all monsters Echidna”

Dean shrug “but we made it right”

Cas tilt his head side “no the illuminate did”

“So where are we? “Sam point at Klaus “where is he… the other him”

“Well Klaus and every vampire that broke the law was killed” Klaus glare at cas “Sam and dean died during the battle. That’s how I got this job “

“Great we all dead then”

A message pop in cas tablet as Ultron enter the lab “now you will be meeting the illuminate

 “So, is this illuminate we speaking are they bad guys or good?” dean glance at Ultron warily

America watches as the guys were walked out Sam turns to cas “take care of that kid” he node at America “its going to be okey”.

The winds blow harshly on the mountain tops as orange glow portals open Wong step out of it behind from him you step out. The wundagore stand proud and tall carved with stones “you couldn’t portal us up there”

“My magic can only take us here; master of mystic’s arts is not welcomed here. It’s a forbidden ground.”

You thrust your hands to side lifting yourself above as we as Wong and levitate to the temple, as you enter you could see carving of symbols and spells on stones some of the pillars have broken missing parts.

“Eons ago, the first demon, chthon, carved his dark magic into the tomb “he speaks as you taken the tomb. Some of the stones fall down but you and Wong continue walking after casting final glance at behind “there is no telling what soulless monstrosities lies within”

You let the red mist lit the fire cauldron in the corners all around when you lit one behind Wong, a creature that reside in the tomb stalk towards you with loud roar, Wong summon shields to defend him as one more come and when the last giant creature revels itself you levitate yourself to on to the stone table.

Your breath heavy and prepare yourself for the fight as three close the distance and both to your and Wong’s surprise they kneel Infront of you holding left hand to the right side of them “they’ve been waiting for me”

You look down at Wong glancing back at the statue that oddly similar to you “this isn’t a tomb” the red glow on your palm “it’s a throne”

Sam, dean and Klaus is leading to the illuminate by the Ultron’s, hands cuffed. They get pushed into the room.

“Sam Winchester dean Winchester and Klaus Mikaelson, you are now called before the illuminati. I, Baron Karl Mordo, the sorcerer supreme, do hereby. Captain carter the first avenger, Blackagar Boltagon”

“You all bunch of comic dudes” deans’ eyes wide looking at them “I thought it was captain America?” Sam sigh at his brother comment. “Hidigy hidithere” he said lifting his hands

Karl gives him a look before continuing “captain marvel defender of the cosmos” from a blue teleportation light square a guy turns “and the smartest man alive Reed Richards of the fantastic four”

Dean turns to Sam with a frow “your title is gone”

“Hello dean”

“Fantastic four? Didn’t you guys’ chart in the 60’s”

“Dean just …. Just shut up” Sam said to his brother in a whisper

“I’m sorry, is this a joke to you?” the captain marvel asks dean already not pleased with his behavior

“Well, there’s a guy over there with a fork on his head. So, yeah, a little bit.” Dean answer beside him Klaus chuckle at that 

Black bolt glare at the two and gesture with his hands to keep their mouth shut

“Be grateful black bolt doesn’t engage you in a conversation” captain carter state

“Why does he have bad breath?”

“This dean is even more arrogant than ours” captain America share a smile with captain marvel

“No, just more alive”

Captain marvel recounter “for now”

“I am sorry for their behalf” Sam speaks up finally “we don’t want any trouble. Trust us we don’t even know how we got here. We were just trying to a help a kid”

Reed smile at Sam “Sam, your arrival here confuses and destabilize reality. The larger the footprint you leave behind the greater the risk pf an incursion”

“Incursion?”

“An incursion occurs when the boundary between two universe erodes and they collide destroying one or both entirely” reed tell them in all seriousness

 “The illuminate created to make difficult decisions that no one else could. Today, we’re here to determine what to do with you all and the child” captain carter state

“So, before we vote, if you got anything serious to say, now’s the time” captain marvel says

“Yeah, I do.” Dean walk towards them “if its incursion you’re worried about. Do you seriously think we are a bigger threat than the scarlet witch?”

With great confidence and determination captain marvel look said “oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to dream walk”

“No. no, you cannot. Not unless you give us the book of vishanti” Sam firmly asserts

“We appreciate your concern, Sam but it’s not the scarlet witch that we fear, from our greatest danger to the multiverse, it turns out is Sam Winchester “

Dean frown as well Sam at the statement wondering what he did wrong

“He what did he do?” Klaus speak for the first time he was trying process everything that happened last couple of hours ago and he didn’t want to talk to the people that massacre his species.

“We should tell him the truth” a new voice said, everyone turns to the voice fancy wheelchair come in the view

“Our final member, professor Charles Xavier”

“What truth?” dean asks aggravated 

“that’s not how our Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester died”.

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> 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒

> 𝚒 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜!!

> 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚌𝚛 (𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞)

> 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌, 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜 (𝚎𝚖𝚘, 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑, 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔, 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔)

𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁:

𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛 / 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 / 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚢𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢

𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 (𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚜) / 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑 / 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 / 𝚊𝚠𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 / 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 / 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛

𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌! 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 / 𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚢

𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 / 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴:

𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 / 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 / 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 / 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 / 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 / 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚜 / 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 / 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 / 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙸 𝚆𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴:

𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 / 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 / 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎 / 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌!𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 / 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌!𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 / 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 / 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖 / 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊 / 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶:

> 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎! 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎

> 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚗! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗

> 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢! 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴:

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Trust Your Doctor (1)

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Nancy squeezed her bra strap tightly as she waited for someone to call her name.

The front room was completely empty after the last lady - a pregnant woman - had gone in, and left over five minutes ago.

And yet, Nancy hadn't been called.

The room was in complete silence, so much that was just making her grow more anxious than ever before in her life.

This was the first time she was at Doctor Winchester's office alone. All times before, Mum was just by her side.

Right now, though, she was going to go in alone. She was an adult, after all.

It was a little weird to have a male gynaecologist, but he was highly recommended by her mother's doctor, and was covered by her insurance.

After turning eighteen, she didn't feel the need to go back for quite some time. But now, she was thinking that maybe it was time to get on birth control. That meant that she needed to see her doctor again.

Doctor Samuel Winchester.

"Nancy Sousa?" she heard, and looked up quickly, finding a green-eyed man staring at her.

A nurse in blue scrubs was standing in front of her, looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"I'm Nurse Dean Winchester, are you Nancy Sousa?"

The little brunette's eyes stared at him in awe. She didn't know nurses ever came out this pretty.

"Uh..." she mumbled. "Where do I go?"

"I'll take you," Dean smiled.

She nodded slowly, a bit surprised.

Didn’t they have a specific person at the front desk for those things? 

Why did the nurse have to come to get her?

And his name…

He threw her a look, and Nancy felt her face burning hot as she blushed. 

"Call me Dean, sweetheart," he told her.

She nodded. 

"Mister Dean," she corrected herself. "I've never seen you around before." 

He raised his eyebrows at the question. 

"I'm new," he told her. "Got the job because of my brother, Doctor Samuel."

She looked down at her own hands. Of course. To be this good-looking, he had to be related to doctor Winchester. 

"He told me about you," he said, sounding like he was smirking. "You're even prettier than I thought."

Nancy looked at him with wide eyes, surprised and flustered.

"I'd stare at your pussy for free, and Sammy is paid to do that," he chuckled. "Lucky guy."

She choked on her saliva, shocked, but before Nancy could say anything about it, the door to the doctor's office opened, revealing doctor Winchester. 

"Thank you, Dear," Samuel said quickly. "Come in, Miss Sousa. I was waiting for you."

Nancy stepped through the door with her face still on fire, and sat down quickly in front of the large white desk in the room.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Doctor Winchester shot her a charming smile. 

"Not really," she mumbled. "Uh... the nurse...."

"My brother," he pressed his lips together, looking bothered. "He didn't get the memo that he doesn't have quite that charming of a personality."

She giggled a little, and Sam grinned. 

"I suppose your mother is waiting outside?" he asked, writing something down on his computer.

Nancy shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears. 

"No, sir, it's just me today," she mumbled.

Doctor Sam hummed a confirmation.

"Of course," he said simply. "A young woman like you needs her privacy." 

She nodded, agreeing. It was a little scary to do this, but he was right. She was an adult now, and should consider herself and be treated as such.

"Alright," he looked away from the screen. "Is there anything you're worried about? Any pain, any lump?"

Nancy shook her head. 

"And your period?"

"As regular as always," she assured him.

He hummed positively again. 

"Any pain during sex I should be worried about?"

She shook her head. 

"No pain and no sex," she mumbled. 

He hummed a little, looking a little intrigued.

Nancy waited for him to say something about that. It was normal, right, for her doctor to be asking her about her sex life? He was her gyno, after all.

"But I'm dating someone," she said, a little too quickly. "And I may need birth control. Soon."

Doctor Samuel raised his eyebrows, and though he was wearing a mask, Nancy could see he was surprised. 

"Well, it is very wise and smart of you to come to me before you do it," he said, finally.

Nancy exhaled, forcing herself to relax.

"Yeah, I... I wanted to make sure I'm doing the right thing," she mumbled.

Doctor Samuel nodded. 

"And are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. "That you want to do it?"

Nancy frowned, looking at him, though it was hard to read his expression under the mask. 

Why was he wearing a mask? Wasn't she supposed to be seeing his face before the physical exam? 

"I... I don't know?" she stuttered.

He rested his hands on the desk between them, and she couldn't help noticing how big they were. 

"How long have you known this guy?" he asked. "I mean, I suppose it is a guy, that is the only sort of relationship that demands you to get birth control."

She nodded, a little embarrassed. 

Yes, it was a guy. She had been dating him since before graduation, she trusted him a lot now, he was both her friend and a really good boyfriend. 

"I mean, it's been almost a year?" she answered, confused. "It's enough right?"

Doctor Sam sighed, moving to the computer again and writing something down.

"And do you want the pill, an IUD..." he listed. "Maybe an implant?"

Nancy looked in his eyes, realising he wasn't so sure about the last one. 

"Which one is quicker?" she mumbled. 

"The pill," he told her. "It's the one I recommend the most for someone in your age group."

She nodded slowly. 

"You know, it is the most comfortable one in terms of pain and management..." he listed. 

That made her frown, confused.

"Pain?" she asked.

Sam confirmed, looking a little worried. 

"Well, you know... The insertion and the adjustment period of the IUD and the implant are really hurtful," he told her.

"Oh," she sighed. 

Nancy sat back in her seat. 

"And with the pill, you just have to remember to take it every day," he said, looking like he was smiling with the way his eyes were squeezed.

She nodded, and he chuckled. 

"And if you forget, you'll get a little bum in the oven," he giggled.

Her cheeks heated up in response, and Nancy clenched her hands at the hem of her dress. 

"I should put on my gown," she realised.

Doctor Samuel nodded. 

“You can go behind the curtain,” he told her. “I’ll just write you a prescription and meet you there in a minute.”

Nancy shot him a confused look, but hurried up when he raised her an eyebrow. 

She distinctly remembered how he usually left the room and only came back once her mother told him she was ready. Maybe undressing behind the curtain was the norm, and he was just trying to accommodate mum before?

The short brunette tried to be quick, undressing in a hurry while she listened to him typing something down in his computer, and put the ugly gown on before folding her dress and underwear, placing them on the chair.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he asked, and she could see his silhouette as her doctor rose from his seat.

Nancy’s eyes widened once she saw him on his feet. She had never realised how tall and strong he was before. 

"Yes, sir."

She watched as he walked around the door and took the things that were supposed to keep her feet up, and swallowed down, a little nervous. 

Doctor Winchester slowly pulled the side of the curtain facing the wall open, and looked at her with soft and sweet eyes. 

“Lay down, please.”

. . .

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My Hero

Summary: Doctor Sam WInchester had fallen hard for the woman living just down the hall. She was easily the most adorable and the most accident-prone creature he had ever met! Yet for all the times he came to her rescue, he was too shy to make a move. Maybe he could work up his courage, if he got just one more chance...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff

One Shot

Word Count: 3700

Author’s Notes: I swear, every time I get sick all I want is a Winchester to come and take care of me. Is that really so much to ask?? I think not! This is my very first Sam x Reader fic! I have a few more ideas rattling around for the youngest Winchester brother, but this is decent practice. For now. Enjoy!

Bang.  Bang.  Bang.

     “Coming, coming!”  Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door.  He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.

     The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform.  Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them. 

     “Hey, its Garth, right?”

     “Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

     Sam’s instantly shifted into his professional mode.  He was currently an attending at Lawrence General Hospital, having just moved back a year ago from L.A.  It had been an adjustment, but a welcome one.  Big city life didn’t suit Sam at all. 

     “I am.  What’s going on?’

     “I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer.  I think something’s wrong.”

     Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”

     302.  He knew the woman who lived there.  More or less.  They kept running into each other.  He first discovered her fighting with the soap dispenser in the laundry room.  Then again when she locked herself out of the building during a thunderstorm.  And then last week when the elevator got stuck between floors.  He always seemed to be wandering by when she needed a rescue.  She was funny, smart, accident prone, and completely adorable. 

     Sam had been working up the courage to ask her out, but something always seemed to crop up.  An extra shift at the hospital or a birthday party for a colleague.  He knew it was an excuse.  For all of his professional success, Sam was, and always had been, extremely shy.

     “Y/N?”  He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked. 

     “Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth.  In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb. 

     “Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”

     You were laying in the foyer.  Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo.  A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers. 

     Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N?  Can you hear me?”

     Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”

     Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up.  Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”

     His worry only grew when he carried you to the couch and you still didn’t come to.  He held your limp body up with one hand while he worked your hoodie off with the other, leaving you in a tank top and yoga pants.  He’d strip that off you too, if he had to.  Every inch of bare skin he touched felt like it was on fire! 

     “Why isn’t she waking up?”  Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.

     “Dehydration.  With a fever this high, it can happen quick.”  Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck.  Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.

     You groaned, even that soft sound reverberated through your pounding head.  Everything hurt and all you wanted was to slip back into the blankness of sleep.   But it was so noisy!  Someone kept talking, like the parents in a Snoopy cartoon.  Unintelligible, insistent, and so annoying!

     Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N.  Come on, darlin.  Open your eyes for me.”

     With a bit of coaxing, you did as he asked.  Everything around you swirled and slowly came into focus.  Your head felt heavy and fell to the side, Sam was there and smiled down at you.  As a reflex, you smiled back before your fevered brain could catch up and tell you who you were looking at.

     “Hey… it’s my hero.”

     Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

     “You’re here.  That’s so nice… why are you here?”

     “You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow.  “Do you remember what happened?”

     You tried to search your memory, but everything was so fuzzy!  “Um, I came home from work… I was sick.  Felt really bad.  Everything hurt.  Achy and cold.  Headache.  Then I ordered soup from the place down on Main Street.  I dunno…I feel a little out of it.”

     There was a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your bicep that was inflating.  Where did that come from?  Sam was doing that doctor thing where they listen to you talk while taking vitals at the same time.   

     How did doctors do that?  Did they teach that in med school?  It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.

     Cool fingers felt under your jaw, pressing against swollen lymph nodes.  He always had such a gentleness about him.  Such grace.  Surprising for a man of his size, but he seemed to take such care with you.  Like you were the most rare, delicate creature in the world.

     Last week when you found yourself stuck in the elevator, it was Sam who answered your call.  He muscled open the doors single handed and lifted you up though the opening without breaking a sweat.  You were more than a little awe struck by his display of strength and chivalry.  If you’d had half a brain, you’d have invited him for coffee as a thank you.  As it was, you were preoccupied with being late to work.  A sadly missed opportunity with your handsome neighbor.

     “You came home from work, was that last night?”

     “Um, yeah.  Yes.  As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”

     Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”

     “What?”

     “Today’s Wednesday.”

     That information had you on the move.  You sat straight up and instantly went white.  The room titled and if it weren’t for Sam’s hands steadying your shoulders, you probably would have slid right off the couch.

     “Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.

     “I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”

     “The only place you are going is to the E.R.”

     “No, I can’t go to the hospital.”

     “Y/N, listen to me.  You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted.  Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.” 

     Sam tried to be stern, but he just didn’t have it in him.  You looked so pitiful with your hair sticking to the sweat slick skin and the dark smudges under your eyes.  You were desperately sick and he wasn’t going to simply leave you without treatment.

     “I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”

     You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat.  “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured.  My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”

     Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”

     “It’s not that simple.  She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system.  And bring that fever under control.”

     He felt your head loll against him.  He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again. 

     “Y/N?  Wake up, Y/N!” 

     This time no amount of effort would bring you around. 

     “Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet.  He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down.  “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”

     Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”

     “Great.  My brother is on call there tonight, go in and ask for Dean.  Tell him it’s for me, he’ll help you.”  Sam tore off the list and thrust it into Garth’s hand, “Get everything and hurry!”

     Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me?  That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”

     “Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie.  It’s our go word, means drop everything.”

     “A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.

     You woke feeling warm.  Bundled up in something soft and secure.  Your eyes stayed closed as you enjoyed the luxurious feeling.  Most mornings you woke up stiff with your muscles complaining about the ancient futon you had yet to replace.  It was left over from college and the wood slats dug into your hips, but moving to a new town was expensive!  Anything like a proper mattress would have to wait until you had a few more paychecks under your belt.

     You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched.  You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net. 

     “What the hell…?”  You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness.  You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.

     Your eyes popped open.  An I.V.?

     You weren’t in your bed.  You weren’t in your room!  Where the hell were you? 

     The dimensions matched your bedroom, but it wasn’t bare bones like yours.  This one was painted a lovely smoke grey.  Bookshelves lined one wall and a mahogany dresser matched it on the other.  The bed was the biggest you’d ever seen.  The headboard was massive and intricately carved.  The mattress was firm but yielding. 

     The bedside table housed bottles of medication, a stethoscope, a digital thermometer, and a glass of water.  You remembered being sick.  Sicker than you’d ever felt.  You remembered your boss sending you home then… nothing.  Just a blur. 

     You sat up slowly.  When the room didn’t spin, you decided to press your luck.  You pulled back the covers enough to dangle your feet over the edge.  Your toes found plush carpet.  You felt weak, but not dizzy.  And you were cold without the blankets.  Looking down you found bare legs.  You were wearing only your tank top and Wonder Woman underwear. 

     Fuck.  Where the hell are my clothes?!

     With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door. 

     “Yeah, Dean I know.  If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”

     “No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”

     “Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone. 

     “It’s wax on, wax off.  Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”

     “Sam?”

     Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him.  You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance.  You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.

     “I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call.  “Y/N, hey.  How you feeling?”

     “Confused.  How did I get here and where are my clothes?”

     “Oh!”  Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair.  He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.

     “Sorry about that, your fever was sky high.  Needed to bring it down in a hurry.  Here, sit.”

     You sank down onto a couch that was just as comfortable as the bed you’d woken up in.  Sam disappeared into the kitchen then returned with a glass of ginger ale and some crackers.  He was rattling off something about Chinese takeout and your pants being in the laundry.  All the while he was fussing over you.  His long fingers found the pulse point on your wrist, and he produced a pen light from somewhere to check your pupils.

     After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”

     “Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.” 

     “Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”

     Now you were really confused, “Construction?”

     Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah.  I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”

     “What?!”

     “You weren’t answering!  I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

     His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes.  “I was worried about you.”

     You looked at him, really looked.  He was beautiful, as he always was, but there was an edge of exhaustion to his features.  His five o’clock shadow was darker than you’d ever seen it.  The fine lines around his eyes and lips were etched deeper and his hazel eyes were slightly red.  Even his enviable hair was disheveled. 

     “So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”

     “I did.”  He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”

     A small smile played around your lips, “Nah.  I might need your services again.  I have a habit of getting into trouble.  Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”

     “You call, I’ll come running.”

Two Years Later:

     “That was not our first date!”

     “We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”

     “I was unconscious!”

     “Not the whole time,” Sam countered, threading his fingers through yours, “Sometimes you’d wake up.  Of course, you were delirious.  You did have some of the most creative fever dreams… what was that one about the Catholic church hiding the existence of extra-terrestrials by dressing them up like the clergy?”

     “They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens.  Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes.  And still, not a date.  I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”

    “Dating experts?”

     “Your brother.”

     Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”

     “I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”

     “First dates.  Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”

     “Oh yeah?  Got him beat, do you?”

     “Hands down.”

     Sam curled a finger under your chin and brought his lips down to meet yours.  You hummed happily as an electric spark zinged all the way down to your toes.  It was crazy that even after two years he still managed to excite you with just a touch, or a look.  You never had to doubt his feelings for you, he wore them openly and proudly.  He never missed the opportunity to hold your hand in the grocery store or to wrap his arm around your shoulders at the movies.   A kiss to the temple, a hand at the small of your back.  Every touch was filled with the warmth of the sun on a summer’s day.  Every night was filled with the heat and passion of desire that could never be sated. 

     You leaned into Sam’s side as he guided the two of you down the winding path that cut through the willows.  “So, tell me Doctor Winchester, why haven’t I been to your family’s estate before?”

     “I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”

     “I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses!  Horses, Sam!  I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”

     “We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”

     “Really?!”

     “I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.

     “Sam!”  You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”

     “Best birthday ever.  And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”

     The path curved and opened up to a decent sized pond.  A dock jutted out onto the clear, still waters and ended in an elaborate gazebo.  Painted a picturesque white and topped with a copper finial, hundreds of tiny fairy lights hung from the rafters glittering with magic and romance. 

     “Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks.  “This is like something out of a book.  God, it’s beautiful!”

     “My parents built this place from the ground up.  Mom had this vision in her head about a pond where she could come and watch ducks.  Teach her kids to swim and fish.  So, one summer, Dad started digging.  I don’t think he even had a plan, all the neighbors thought he was crazy!  But he was stubborn and determined.  And he loved my mom more than anything.”

     You walked out to the end of the platform and leaned out on the railing.  Dragonflies danced along the surface of the water as the sun began to set and the crickets started to sing.  “He did a great job.  Did he build the gazebo too?”

     “Anniversary present,” he confirmed, joining you by the railing.  “This was my favorite spot when I was a kid.  Dean loved the garage, hanging with Dad and tearing apart trucks with the radio blasting.  I couldn’t stand the noise, so I’d come out here.  Even in the winter.”

     Suddenly, a swan flew down and landed in the middle of the water.  Graceful and noble, it glided across the water sending the slightest of ripples out in its wake.  As it turned, you could see a single black feather against the white of its tail. 

     “Oh!  I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”

     “He’s always had it, never could figure out why.  He showed up when I was ten and just never left.  I call him Solomon.”

     “Is it just him?  I thought swans always paired up?”  

     “Well, that’s the thing, they do have mates for life, but he showed up alone.  And I know it sounds silly, but he was mopey.  He didn’t take a lot of interest in anything; he didn’t interact with the ducks or even pay any attention to me when I tried to feed him.  He was sad.  Some animals grieve and I think he was grieving for his lost mate.”

     “Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water. 

     “When I left for college, Solomon migrated and didn’t come back in the spring.  I thought I’d seen the last of him, but then I got a call from Mom this past summer.  He was back and he brought someone with him.”

     As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon.  Pure white and just as lovely.  They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.

     “You’re kidding!  He found another mate?  I didn’t know swans would do that!”

     “Some do, special cases.  And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”

     “That’s amazing!”  You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you.  He was kneeling. 

     “Sam.”

     He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.

     “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.  I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to look, but the words never came.  Everything I wrote seemed inadequate.  Even the word love falls short.  It’s not enough, it’s not big enough.  Being with you is a revelation, Y/N.  You call me your hero, but baby… it’s the other way around.  You rescued me.”

     Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box.  A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky. 

     “I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you.  To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission.  To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”

     You dropped down to your knees and tackled him.  Your arms flung around his neck, nearly knocking him over in your enthusiasm.   He caught you with a laugh and kept the two of you from tumbling off into the water.  You kissed every square inch of the face you’d loved since he first rescued you.  And you laughed.  Joy bubbled up from your heart like effervescent Champagne.

     “You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.

     “Y/N… baby…”

     “Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

     His hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back slightly so he could look into your eyes.  He traced the curve of your face, fondly tucking your hair behind your ear.  You were always moving, always racing towards everything in life.  It was something he loved about you, your exuberance.  Your passion!  You burned so bright, his light even on the darkest days. 

     “Will you marry me?”

     Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago.  You been so excited that he never got the chance. 

     “Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

     Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that?  Perfect fit.”

     “Guess that means you’re stuck with me now.”  You shifted so that you were sitting in his lap, your hand cupped his jaw, “I should tell you up front that I tend to get into trouble, there’s a good chance that you’ll be required to rescue me from time to time.”

     “Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”

     “Second favorite?”

     “Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”

     Before long, Sam had swept you away in a haze with his deft fingers and clever tongue.  The title of Hero that you bestowed on him became a running joke through the years and then a loving nickname.  But that didn’t make it any less true.  He’d always been a hero, and now he was yours. TAGLIST @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetryy @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderousmaster @lyarr24 @aphorism-001 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco @haylie-spnfam4evr @lauraashley93 @foxyjwls007 @bluedragonflylady @foxyjwls007

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The Race Against Time

༄ A Bridgerton x Marvel Crossover

Chapter 1: Too Little, Too Late.

Summary: During the process of returning the stones back to their original timelines, Steve Rogers encountered a mysterious masked man who has somehow acquired a quantum suit. After their fight, the stranger sent all infinity stones back in time and scattered them throughout Grosvenor Square, 1814. When they ask for help from you, the only witch who’s gift is the ability to travel through time, to go back in time and retrieve the stones, what dangers await on this new adventure?

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Violence, Guns/Gun Violence.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

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You’d think that after saving the world from a blood-thirsty alien, the Avengers would be able to go home to their lives with a sense of relief that they haven’t felt in five years, but it could not be any further from the truth. With their eyes fixed on the water, they all watched their friend drift away from their lives forever. Tony Stark—the man they never knew they needed the most— had a death they all did not expect. As reality sank in for everyone that he was gone from their lives forever, his death also signified an end of an era; the era of the Avengers.

The next few hours the remaining Avengers had spent together were all a blur. While some decided to go home, others— like Steve Rogers — needed to wrap up loose ends. It was time to return the Infinity Stones back to their proper places. As Stephen Strange pointed out, time travel was a dangerous line that was very easy to cross if one was too reckless with its power. As Steve prepared himself to travel through time, Stephen, Sam, Bucky, Bruce and Scott all helped him and gave him instructions. In concept, the instruction was simple: put each infinity stone back to its proper places in time and location and come back to the present time. It should have been a simple task. Steve had been capable of following more intricate orders in his lifetime. But Steve recalled what Tony had said to him right before their fated battle with Thanos: ‘you mess with time, it will mess back with you.’ There was no telling what dangers lie ahead of him while he returns the stones, so he needed to be alert at all times. He braced himself and said his farewells to his friends before Scott pressed the trigger.

Immediately, he was sucked into the quantum realm, expertly maneuvering his way through the complicated maze of tunnels to reach his first stop: 2012, New York City. He was so close to reaching the end of the tunnel when something grabbed his ankle and yanked him back. The soldier gasped in shock and swiftly turned around, blindly swinging his shield back to where the intruder was holding him. He felt his shield make a sickening impact against the enemy’s body, watching them stumble back. With how far the masked intruder pulled him back, there was no way he could get out of this realm without hurting the other and getting them off his body. The two of them fought, arms swinging and legs kicking in a race to knock the other out unconscious first. While Steve was fighting them, his keen eyes noticed that the masked stranger wore one of his own quantum suits. Quickly, his mind realized that this was a sudden ambush and that the others might not be able to bring him back from this realm. With one powerful punch, he managed to put quite a distance from the other.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he yelled into his earpiece, praying to God that Scott could answer him. “Scott! Scott, can you hear me?” He cried out, trying to keep himself from panicking. From the corner of his eye, he saw the intruder slowly recover from the severe blow. He could hear static and then a strained voice. Steve never felt so relieved to hear Scott’s voice. “Steve…there’s been an attack. I’m taking you back in five…” Before he could hear more, Steve was punched harshly in the gut, sending him flying back. He was so close to leaving. He just needed to fight for a bit longer. “Four…” he heard in his ear while launching himself towards the intruder. He could only make it so far before the intruder managed to pull out a gun from their coat and successfully shot Steve in the leg. The soldier cried out in pain, his stride breaking as he stumbled back. “Three…”

Looking up helplessly from where he was, he noticed his blood floating around him before his attention shifted to the masked enemy laughing manically. “What have you done?” He growled angrily. The other stared back at him, saying nothing except holding up the five infinity stones that glowed inside the case Steve had been carrying previously. “Two!” Scott cried out in his ear. His eyes widened in horror as the enemy shook the case tauntingly at the captain before throwing them into a random tunnel. Steve could do nothing except watch them disappear into the colorful abyss while the masked person laughed once more. “One!” What was Steve going to do now? How are the others going to react when they find out what happened? While stuck in his thoughts, he heard the intruder’s voice call out to him for the first and last time. “Good luck getting them back.”

“Zero.”

The captain inhaled sharply as he was transported back. The last thing he could hear was the masked intruder proclaiming his loyalty into the abyss as he disappeared: “All hail Thanos.”

When he finally saw the green trees once more, he gasped loudly, collapsing onto the ground with a cry of pain. He could hear footsteps hurriedly approaching him. Shaking hands carefully guided him to the cabin where he could get medically taken care of. He used the one last burst of energy he had left to look around worriedly at the others and noticed his friends’ injured states as well. He murmured something akin to an apology to his peers before he collapsed in their arms and everything turned black.

———

When he came to, several pairs of eyes looked down at him. He watched as their mouths moved slowly, yet any words they could have been speaking were silent to his ears. It took who he could make out to be Stephen to slap him several times to bring him back to reality. He blinked a few times and all of a sudden, he was acutely aware of all the sounds surrounding him. “Wake up,” Stephen said sternly, though Steve could tell he was secretly worried behind that cold mask he liked to put up in front of everybody. Slowly, he rubbed his eyes to let it focus. When it did, he was met with the sight of unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t the cabin. As if he was sensing Steve’s confusion, Stephen clarified out loud. “We aren’t at Tony’s cabin. I took you back to the New York Sanctum so I could properly treat you and leave Tony’s family alone so they can grieve in peace.” Steve watched from the corners of his eyes the shocked expressions of the others in the room when they heard Stephen’s compassionate reasoning behind the teleportation to the Sanctum. He wished he could savor the peaceful moment this was, but Steve needed to tell the others what had happened.

“Guys,” he croaked out before clearing his throat. “Someone attacked me while I was traveling. I don’t know who they were, but they were wearing one of the suits.” Steve gulped as he remembered the horrifying sight of the infinity stones being thrown away and lost forever. “They’re gone. They threw the Infinity Stones and now they’re all gone.” There was a heavy silence that fell into the room when they all realized the weight of their situation. After a moment of silence, Scott stood up hesitantly, which could only mean to Steve that he had an even worse news to tell. He braced himself as Scott spoke to the group. “They must have gotten access to the suits while we were all at Tony’s memorial service. All of the suits are destroyed,” he paused and sighed heavily towards Steve’s direction. “Including yours, Captain. It’s quite honestly beyond repair.”

This was terrible news for everyone, but they couldn’t give up now. Steve thought of different ways to solve their problems and get the Infinity Stones back. One idea came to his head and he spoke more enthusiastically this time. “Well, Hank Pym is alive now, right? He must know how to make new suits for us. Why don’t we give him a call? He was at Tony’s funeral only a while ago.” Scott sat back down in his chair and held his head in his hands. “I did tell him and he said he could get us new suits, but it will be finished in a few weeks, even a month,” he stated defeatedly. Sam groaned in frustration and leaned further against the doorway. Beside him, Bucky added onto Scott’s statement to make a point. “Steve, we can’t afford to wait weeks. If we don’t get these Stones back right now, who knows what will happen?” He said worriedly. “He’s right,” Stephen mumbled. He looked visibly angry and the others know that they need to be careful with what they say, just so they don’t accidentally piss him off. He crossed the room to look out the window in order to calm himself down. “Plucking the Infinity Stones from their timeline and not putting them back right away can cause massive incursions. It could be the very cause of the destruction of our entire universe,” he spoke gravely.

Steve tried not to beat himself up for what had happened, but he couldn’t help it. He was tasked to do a simple job and now, he might have accidentally been the cause of the destruction of the universe. Clearly, everyone was at a loss for words, unsure of what to do next. There was no other solution they could think of. It was a shame, too. They have only restored the world yesterday and now they were about to destroy it all over again. Hope seemed to fly out the window forever when Bruce thought about an idea that would definitely not be appreciated by the group, but it was the only way they could successfully save the universe. “Guys…?” They all turned to look at Bruce helplessly. He gulped nervously and fidgeted with his fingers. “Why don’t we just call (Y/n)…?”

Sudden tension filled the air and Bruce had never felt so much regret speaking up for himself in his entire life than right now. When the tension became too much, Steve replied to Bruce that made him genuinely fear for his life.

“Absolutely not. (Y/n) is out of the picture.” The others proceeded to protest right after Steve spoke.

“(Y/n) didn’t even help us fight Thanos!”

“What makes you think (y/n) will even want to help us now?”

“Enough!” Wong angrily snapped at the rest of the group. He was not one to usually react so passionately, but when it came to you, he was defensive. You were his friend, even despite Stephen’s desperate attempts to convince him that you were evil and self-serving. They all looked at him with shocked expressions. Even Stephen turned around to stare at him incredulously. Wong didn’t hesitate to defend you from their accusations. “The reason why (Y/n) didn’t help us battle against Thanos is because (Y/n)’s magical gift is time travel. Don’t you remember that the witch can see into the future, just as well as visit the past?” He paused to gauge their reactions: some still angry, yet others slightly faltering in their opinions of you. He continued. “Dr. Banner is right. If you cannot wait for Dr. Pym to finish making new suits, then you need to speak to (Y/n). That witch is the only way for you all to not only locate where each Infinity Stone is, but (Y/n) can also physically retrieve it for you without any quantum technology at all!” When he finally finished his rant, he breathed heavily through his nose, trying to control his emotions. Watching the idiotic men in front of him accuse you of being heartless and inhumane for all these years has finally taken a toll on him. With Wong’s outburst finished, everyone turned to each other, unsure of what to say. They now had a solution, but they all knew that you probably did not want to see them after all the nasty insults they had spewed at you before casting you out of the Avengers team for good. Wong noticed their hesitations and grunted in frustration. “Before you say anything, I am not visiting (Y/n). You all have to go and make amends.” With that said, Wong used his magic to slip into Stephen’s hand your address and swiftly left the room.

Steve let out a sigh and stood up to the best of his ability, supporting himself on the wooden bedpost. Sam watched him carefully, making sure he didn’t fall forward. Bucky rubbed his face tiredly and leaned against the large dresser beside him. Stephen looked down at the paper and closed his shaking fist around it. “We should go now,” Steve said to him. “It’s getting dark. We should figure out who is driving and prepare some food to eat as well.” Like usual, he was the one who always had a plan for the team. Though this time, he was more unsure and nervous about their plan than ever before. Maybe because it was you— the friend they all treated horribly. He was always the one who stood up for bullying, but he was guilty of treating you more horribly than anyone else has done to you. Well— not everyone. If he recalled correctly, it was not as horrible as Stephen had said to you. He admittedly felt a little bit better about that fact and decided to let it soothe him while he made his way out of the room.

Everyone left except for Stephen. Bruce was the only one who noticed that and he made his way over to the sorcerer with a grave expression on his face. He observed Stephen and contemplated speaking to him; then he soon chose to do so. “Stephen…you know, you should probably be the one to apologize out of everyone else,” he chastised hesitantly. Stephen gripped the sheet of paper in his hand harder than before and closed his eyes. The words he spoke to you that fateful night echoed in his head each time someone said your name or mentioned you and now, he was going to have to face you in person once again and own up to his actions. Stephen was a prideful man, one that never admitted to be flawed or ever make mistakes, but Bruce knew better than that. In taking one look at Stephen, he already knew that the sorcerer has been beating himself up every single day for the way he had treated you that night. At the time, he was riled up from everyone else’s insults towards you and he simply just let it slip. “Stephen,” Bruce called out to him, shaking him from his daze. The taller man looked down at him with an icy stare before he swiftly turned around to leave the room. “Let’s go, Dr. Banner. Tell the others that I’ll be teleporting all of us to (Y/n).” Just like that, the man left Bruce alone in the room. Before he left to follow him, his eyes drifted towards the small picture frame on top of the little table at the corner of the room: you and Stephen posed together as happy as you could be, completely unaware of the big fight that would soon separate you both forever. He saddened at the sight of your genuine smile before he closed the door behind him for good.

———

Within your five years in isolation, life has been surprisingly more peaceful than you could have ever imagined for a witch of your caliber. Though you are fine now, the first few weeks without the only friends you’ve ever made in your entire life had been torture for you. You had just accepted them into your life as your family when you heard the news about familiar spaceships touching down in New York City. You tried so hard to forget about this future, the future where everyone had died and you had survived. In fact, you did everything you could to prevent this future from happening while you strengthened your relationships with your friends and most importantly-- Stephen. 

Stephen Strange: the man who had stolen your heart. You two had met when he was still training in the Mystic Arts. He loved to remind you  during your friendship that you were the only person at the time who was able to put up with his arrogance when he first started. Your relationship started out as respective peers who called on each other for help when the state of the universe was at stake, but it quickly turned into daily visits to the New York Sanctum and late nights reading books together. What was once firm handshakes and affectionate hugs turned into hearts burning for each other with each fleeting touch you shared together. It may have been in vain, but you loved him, all of him. You had always done everything he ever asked of you without hesitation and strove to make him smile every time you saw him.

But it apparently wasn’t enough for him. Because on that fated doomsday in New York City, Stephen stepped through the portal and onto your front porch to request for your help with defeating the one Titan you knew would end up successfully destroying the universe. You knew it was going to happen. You knew that time would come where he would fulfill the prophesy you saw when you looked into the future, but you thought you had more time to confess to him before it was too late. But now it was too late and all you could do was brace yourself for the inevitable. 

They were all there. Of course, the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes could not finish the job on their own. Of course they needed your help in defeating Thanos. You wanted so desperately to say ‘yes,’ to change the future by helping them defeat the man that would end up killing all your friends. You wanted to give yourself more time with the man you’ve grown to love. Even though you wanted to change the future so badly, it would risk an incursion if you agreed to help. So, with a heavy heart, you declined their pleas. You knew what was going to happen next: the begging, the gaslighting, the insults to your character and morality, all of it being thrown your way. Those were all the events you were expecting. What you weren’t expecting, however, was what Stephen had to say to you that night: 

“You’re pathetic, (y/n). It was a mistake to ever consider you as a friend.”

It hurt in so many different ways. Over the years, you’ve analyzed his words over and over again. It was the way he said it so coldly, while looking at you with an arrogant sneer. It was the way he confirmed that he never saw you as anything more than a friend, even though the romantic tension you two had for each other was undeniable. But the worst part was that this was not just his final disappointment in you, but it was also his final goodbye before he would die from the hands of Thanos. Those words alone were enough to run away and disappear from the world for the rest of your life. And after that night, they never saw you again.

You slowly came back to reality after a moment of deep reflection and you took in the beauty of the forest all around you. Building this cottage in the middle of a forest was the best decision you have ever made. You had to remind yourself that this life was more fulfilling than being an unappreciated ally fighting other peoples’ wars. Your connections to nature and the animals around you were enough to leave behind your time traveling lifestyle and appreciate what the present has to offer you every single day. You promised yourself that you would use your magic to nurture yourself, your lively cottage and the wildlife around you. They provided better company than your friends have ever given. This is where you belonged: wild and free. 

That is, until you heard a familiar sizzle and a golden circle appear right outside your gate. 

After the shock of the sight of your friends near your home settled in, you narrowed your eyes in anger. How dare they show up unannounced and beg for your audience once again! How dare they waltz back into your life as if they hadn’t said the vile words they threw at you that continue to haunt your mind to this day! You will not let them ruin the peace you have worked so desperately to keep in your sacred space. Extending your arms, you used the thick growing vines on your fences to form them into a thick wall, barring them from even approaching you at all. You huffed at your work and collected the last of your ripe vegetables before slamming the cottage door shut. 

Stephen sighed at your actions and rubbed his forehead. Your magic would be difficult to counter. It was unpredictable and he was sure that you have only advanced in your abilities since the last time he saw you. And sure enough, Bruce ended up getting electrocuted after delicately touching the vines. He grabbed the man’s collar and tugged him behind, analyzing the witchcraft before him. “Step back. (Y/n)’s magic is powerful and unpredictable. Let me handle it.”

While Stephen continued to cast spell after spell in order to counter it, he mentally slapped himself for not thinking about bringing Wong to the cottage. Once again, his arrogance failed him. The entirety of this situation was so ironic for him: before, you were trying to break down his emotional walls so you could become closer to him and now, he was trying to break down physical walls so he could see you again. Seeing as it was hopeless to try and break the barrier with Stephen’s magic, Bucky impatiently stepped forward and took out his gun. Stephen’s eyes widened. “No, don’t--!” 

You were peacefully cutting a carrot when you heard several gunshots echo across the forest. The animals inside your house quivered at the sound and immediately hid or ran out the door. In a state of sudden panic, you hurriedly used your magic to calm their minds before rushing out the door and across the garden. You were horrified at the sight in front of you: your beautiful vines now withered on the ground due to the gunshots. Your eyes filled with tears, now letting the pent-up anger, sadness and revenge fill your entire body and you channel that raw energy into your hands. Seeing your hands light up, Steve took a step forward and laid his shield down in front of you to surrender. “Stop! We just want to talk!” he exclaimed quickly before you could attack. His words did nothing to ease the pain of losing your plants to destructive weapons and the pain of seeing your former friends begging you for help once again, but it was enough to convince you to disarm yourself. 

You reached up to wipe the tears that were quickly spilling from your eyes and turned around, walking up the path and to your cottage. “I know why you’re here. Just...” you let out a hiccup before you tried to calm yourself down. As much as you wanted to kick them out, this was a mission that Fate wanted you to accept. So, you weakly beckoned them over. “Come inside.”

———

“...and that’s why we came to you, (y/n). We know that this is a lot to ask for, but you’re the only hope we have.”

You looked up from under your eyelashes to stare at the men inside your home. The cottage did not react kindly to the unwanted guests, with flying chairs sweeping Sam off his feet and the wooden coat rack swinging hard against Bucky’s head. But they all knew they deserved it. They were the ones who had always been at fault. You slowly moved to the cauldron and threw spices and herbs into the boiling water. “You treat me like shit for having a backbone and now you come here, five years later, just to ask for my help again?” you hissed out bitterly before turning around to glare at all of them. “You all have the utmost audacity to ask me to participate in a very dangerous mission without so much as an apology!” The chairs emphasized your point by bending forward, causing Sam and Bruce to collapse on the floor. Steve made eye contact with you with a guilty expression and you then remembered what you had to do. You let out a deep sigh and waved your hand dismissively. “As I expected. You guys have always seen me as an asset to use, anyway. Once I finish making dinner, you will all eat and leave afterwards. I will see you all at the Sanctum tomorrow.”

Though you held no emotions to your statement, the others felt quite horrible about how they had treated you. The dinner that night was incredibly tense with everyone else reflecting on what they did to lead you to the conclusion that they only saw you as an asset. You hated every second of their stay at your home because you knew now that they always put you in danger. They never gave you the peace you deserved and they only saw the value of your powers. Yet still, you had to push these thoughts away for now. Fate has called you to help them return the Infinity Stones. After that, you can finally return to your life and pretend that the love you had for Stephen and your friends had never existed in the first place. 

After dinner had been concluded, the others tried to make it up to you through their pitiful requests to help you around the house. Steve offered to clean the dishes for you and Bucky offered to clear the table. Your lovely cottage had spoken for you, of course, as everything seemed to clean itself up on its own. They all stood in the center of the kitchen and watched everything gain a mind of its own as the cottage worked hard to clean everything up. While it did so, you stepped out to get fresh air, letting the moonlight bathe you with its energy. It cleansed you from all the worries and stress you had gained from seeing them today and calmed your spirit once again. Of course, this only lasted for a short amount of time when you felt a familiar presence behind you. You lowered your gaze to the pond in front of you, watching the fishes swim elegantly in the moonlight. 

You said nothing, forcing Stephen to make the first move. You knew he had always relied on you for everything in the past, but now you refused to give him anything remotely familiar to the affection you held for him before. He grit his teeth nervously but he took the hint and walked up next to you. “I know...you don’t want to see us, to see me. I know I hurt you, but I--” he cut himself off when he saw your face visibly change to a look of pain before you looked away. He couldn’t admit it to anyone, but it broke his heart to know that he had caused you so much pain to the point where it could not be repaired. Life without you has been so horrible and seeing you so happy before he came here made him want to keep his distance from you, but he couldn’t do it. He needed you. He looked down shamefully and fiddled with the cuffs of his robe. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m sorry for what I said that night. I know it’s not in my place to ask for your forgiveness, but I just needed you to know that I’m sorry. I...” he trailed off, his voice wavering with a deep emotion he had hidden from everyone except for you at this moment. “I miss you. I miss your presence at the Sanctum. I miss seeing you, being with you. (Y/n),” he pleaded quietly to you, slowly intertwining his scarred fingers with yours. As if a dam broke inside you, all the unrequited love you repressed for this man had possessed you once again. It was too much to deal with while he pleaded with you. “Please, I can’t live without you,” he confessed, squeezing your hand boldly as he waited anxiously for your answer. 

You stayed quiet, trying to calm the racing heart you once again felt after so many years. You remained this tense before you forced your hand out of his grasp. He let out a soft sigh of disappointment, which tipped you over the edge. Now he is sad that you cannot be in his life anymore? How ridiculous of him to think that he could just waltz back into your life and hope that you will come back to him, a man who had never learned to appreciate you for who you are. You turned to him sharply with frustration in your eyes. “It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it? You said it yourself: you should have never been friends with me. Because that’s all I was to you, Stephen: a friend. Of course, the great Stephen Strange couldn’t even admit that he loved me just as much as I loved him!” You laughed bitterly. “You couldn’t even keep that friendship with me because you were so busy pretending that you could care less for everyone around you except for yourself!” you shouted at him towards the end. This was what you’ve been wanting to tell him for so many years and now, it felt satisfying to see the look of hurt and guilt on his face. You scoffed at his expression and stared at him in disdain. He stared back at you, comparing your expression to what it once was when you loved him. Never in his life will he ever regret anything more than the way he destroyed any chance of experiencing the love you had always wanted to give to him, as he had always refused to take it because of his arrogance and selfishness. 

You gripped onto his robe and tugged it harshly towards you. He grunted in shock before he looked at your threatening gaze. “Let me make it clear: you and your friends have broken any form of love and trust I had previously held. You will never be forgiven and you are never to seek me out again after this mission is finished.” You shoved him backwards after you finished speaking and made your way back to the cottage with the others. You stopped at the door and finally said the words you wished you could have said all those years ago.

“You are pathetic. It was a mistake to ever think that you could love me the way that I loved you.”

The words you spoke were the exact parallel to what he had said five years ago. Only now, he finally felt the full force of pain and hurt you had experienced ever since that night. By the time he had fully processed your words, the others have been calling him to make the portal back to the Sanctum. Mindlessly he did so, letting everyone through before he went though it too. As he closed the portal, he made eye contact with you and he knew right then and there that he had lost his chance to ever feel the happiness he had hoped he could have with you forever. When you stare right back at him, you know that when you step foot into the Sanctum tomorrow to travel back in time and once again clean up after their mess, he will only think about how he and everyone else will lose your love and kindness forever.

And that alone was victory enough for you. 

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