Fake Memories (Completed)
Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge? (Not my GIF)
Warnings: Angst, curse words, injuries, blood, possible character death, depression, anxiety, starvation, bullying, bad treatment, hurtful thoughts, angst with happy ending
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Chapter 1: The Party
Chapter 2: The Unsaid Apologizes
Chapter 3: The Harsh Treatment
Chapter 4: The Breaking Limit
Chapter 5: The Mistake
Chapter 6: The Reveal
Chapter 7: The New Beginning
Chapter 8: The Attack
Chapter 9: The Truth
Chapter 10: The Final Revelation
Chapter 11: The Final Battle
Chapter 12: The Ending They Deserve
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I’m Here for You
Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings- PTSD, Panic Attack, swearing, Dark thoughts
Word Count- 1531
Request from- @littlewinchester15
“So why does the squirrel live under the water. How does she know what she knows Y/n? It’s physically and logically impossible.” I brush my hands over my face as I sit in Dean’s “Man Cave” with Cas while he tries to understand the thinkings behind Sandy in Spongebob.
“Cas, buddy. I really can’t tell you. This is a child’s show. There isn’t supposed to be much thinking going on with it.” I try to reason to the angel.
Cas looks over to my and then looks back over to the yellow sponge on the screen. “But, Dean watches this show?” Got me there.
“Cas, Dean’s a child himself. I thought we already went over this.” A bit of edge to my voice, with hope he’d stop asking so many questions about the children’s show.
“Thinking of which, have you seen him?” Cas looks over to me with a confused look.
“Who?” Oh my Chuck.
“Cas, Dean! Dean, Cas!” A look of understanding crosses his features before he turns to the screen again.
“He’s in his room.” I get up and pat him on the shoulder.
“Thanks bud.” I get up and start to make my way to the door, Cas not moving his eyes from the sponge. Ok then…
I made my way down the corridor passing Sam in the kitchen who was drinking some green slush. Again. I quickly make my way past without being seen. Not ready for Sam to make me try one of his new concoctions again. I book it to Dean’s room when and knock on his door only to be met with silence.
“Dean, baby? You in there?”
Silence.
“Ok baby, I’m coming in.” I open Dean’s door only to be met with darkness. I turn on the lights and still nothing.
“Dean?” A moment of silence until I hear the door to the bathroom open and a hand pops out.
“In here.” Dean’s gruff voice calls me. I walk towards the door until it closes again and I hear the lock click.
“Dean? Let me in.” I struggle with knobs and give up after a minute of no response.
“Dean, what’s going on? Are you ok? Please talk to me. I'm worried.” Nothing. After standing there trying to open the door for what seems like 10 minutes I finally give up.
“Ok. Fine. I’ll just let myself out then.” I make it to the door when I hear the bathroom door open.
“Y/n? Don’t leave me.” Dean’s small voice comes from behind the door. I make my way to the door but stop thinking he’s going to shut it in my face again.
“Can I come in this time?” The door opens more.
“Ok. Coming in, don't shoot.” I joke, expecting a laugh but nothing comes. I walk into the bathroom which is pitch black.
“Damn babe, a little dark in here don’t you think?” I move over to the light switch and press the on switch.
“No don’t!” Dean yells, his voice strained. The light comes on and I’m met with Dean by my feet sitting against the edge of the bathtub. His face turned away from mine.
“Dean you ok,” I access him real quick and notice his slouched shoulders and gripped fist, “Dean?” I bend down to my knees to sit in front of him for him to look at me but he won’t look at me. I go to reach for his face but a strong hand grabs my wrist. A gasp escapes my lips at the surprise.
“Don’t look at me Y/n. Please just go. Letting you in was a mistake.” His voice was barely over a whisper. He releases my hand.
“Well, Dean. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong? I’m just trying to help you.” I go to explain but he whips his face to mine.
“I don’t need your help Y/n! I’m fine! Get the hell out!” I flinch back, not from his words or tone but from his face. His beautiful green eyes are sunken with a deep red, as if he’d been crying for the last millenia, dark circles engulf his face and tears are streaming down his face.
“What happened to you?” Dean looks away.
“Nothing.” A grunt comes from him which makes me recoil.
“Nothing? Dean you look like you just had the worst night of your life. Talk to me please.I’m begging you.” Dean looks back up to me with his eyes hard.
“You’re begging me?,” He lets out an annoyed laugh, “fine Y/n, you want to know what’s wrong?” He stops and roughly brushes a hand over his hand. Wiping off the loose tears splattered on his face.
“Everything,” Another laugh but this one filled with a type of sadness, “what’s not wrong Y/n.” He looks back down.
“I mean come on. Everyone walks around here like everythigns fine. But it’s not. It’ll never be. There will always be something around the corner that stops us. There will always be evil out there that is hurting people. There will alway be death.” He quickly takes in a deep breath from letting more tears fall out.
“Y/n,” He stops, “I’m so tired of losing. I’m so tired of waking up each day and not knowing what horrible monster will be waiting for me. Not knowing why people are made to die. Why are we made to hurt y/n? Why do I hurt y/n?” He picks his knees up to rest his head between them.
I just sit there not knowing what to do. Not knowing what to say to anything to what he just said, or how to answer his question.
“I don’t know.” Another sad laugh comes from Dean.
“I don’t know why it is so hard Dean. I truly do not. I don’t know why we are born to die. I’d be lying if I haven’t thought about it. I’d be lying to say it didn’t keep me up at night. I don’t why Dean. And I don’t know how to make you feel better, because I don’t have an answer for you. And I’m sorry I don’t. But why didn’t you tell me that you thought this way?”
Dean’s body stops moving, and I’m afraid I broke him. Until he finally looks up to me.
“I didn’t want you to think I’m weak,” His eyes decide to find interest in anything but mine, “I don’t want you to think I’m weak.” I stop and just look at him. His features are dull and any sign of happiness is drained from his face. I hesitantly reach my hand up again waiting for him to stop me, but he doesn’t. I bring my hand to his face and bring his head closer to mine. I lean forward and place a kiss onto his head. A sigh comes from him, and he edges closer to me. I wrap my arms around him and pull him into me. Slightly losing my balance but quickly sitting up to have Dean practically in my lap. Trying to not realize how much he’s squishing me right now.
“You’re my hero Dean Wincester.” A soft cry breaks from his mouth as he comes closer to me. If that’s even possible.
My voice starts to break as I start speaking again.
“You saved me Dean. When we met I couldn’t even get out of bed in the morning without thinking how much I was going to hate every single second of the coming day. And when I met you and you made some stupid joke about waffles and syrup.” A small laugh comes from him as he picks his head up to look at me and I bring both my hands to his face. His eyes closing in comfort.
“And for the first time,” I take a breath before my voice cracks again, “and for the first time I wanted to live my life Dean. I didn’t just want to be alive Dean. I wanted to live. You made me want to live. You saved my life. And I have loved you every second after that. You saved me Dean.” He came up to me and with his thumb he brushed my tears away.
“And if we have to sit here all night and day, and you just talk and I just listen. Just so you’ll feel even an ounce better. Than fuck it. That’s what we’ll do. Because that’s us Dean. We save each other. You, Sammy, Cas, and I, we save each other.” And I wouldn’t want it any other way.” We sit there for a moment neither speaking a word.
Dean then leans forwards and brings his lips to mine. And when he sits back a small smile comes onto his lips.
“That joke was pretty good huh?” I laugh as I pull him into another kiss. Him instantly responding. Dean quickly pulls away and I look up at him in questioning.
“You save me everyday too.” Dean looks at me warily. I smile as I kiss his hand.
“Ya. I know. I’m just cool like that I guess.”
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