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shy-poet-marvel · 4 years

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Mind and Heartache

Peter Parker X Male reader

Author’s Note : Hey guys, haven't post a story in a while so here you go.

Summary : Someone attacked Peter. You, his boyfriend with telepathic/telekinetic powers must found out who

Warning : Male!reader, angst, reader focused, mention of blood and some broken bone

Word Count : 2887

Inspired by @bigfan-fanfic

Gif by : @sincerelysaraahh

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One of Peter’s hand is clutching the side of his stomach while the other one is prompted against a wall, both are covered in blood. ‘How many ribs did I break?’ Peter wondered, ‘three, four, or maybe even six?’, it feels all the same to him, his whole body hurt. He limped across the dark alleyway, ‘what matter is he already send his distress signal, they will come soon’, Peter’s thought was interrupted by that cold and ruthless sound. “Itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out”

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(Y/N)’s body was backed up against the wall in front of the bed, which Peter’s body lies lifeless in. Machinery surrounds him and tubes are coming out of his mouth, the morning sun still makes him look ethereal, but now is not the kind that you admire. His brain activity was low, too low. Wanda managed to intervene and stabilize his mind, but it almost like he’s gone, like a faint whisper just out of your earshot while loud noises enveloped his soft cries.

“He got jumped on by someone, someones, the crime scene was very contaminated by other variables that aren’t important, so combing through it will take a long time. Unfortunately, all of the Avengers were on a mission, so the ones that were able to respond were standard S.H.I.E.L.D agents”, normally when Tony Stark is addressing you, you should pay close attention, but now, all you cared about is who did this to your Peter.

“No use, it’s all blurry and disoriented, I’m guessing he had a lot to process when it happened. Trust me (Y/N), I’ve tried”, Wanda said out loud before you even try reading through his mind and the thought of Wanda poking through Peter’s mind makes you sick to your stomach, but if she can’t do it, in your condition right now, you cant do it too. “We’re doing our best to keep him alive, we’ll keep you updated, now go home (Y/N). You need to rest”

“All right”, you said reluctantly. The door to Peter’s room, your mind is made up.

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“Can I have latte and that chocolate brownies?”

“Do you want to have the brownies re-heated?”

“Yes, please”, you then gave your card to pay for your order.

You sat across the window, looking at the stream of human going about their day. One are excited for their first date, while another are scared because they broke their new phone. Still not the one you’re looking for.

“Here’s your order”, the waitress sat down a vanilla latte with a love drawn on it and a warm chocolate brownies.

“Thank you”, you smiled at her and then continue searching.

This is another café you have visited in the last couple of hours. You aren't used to this amount of caffeine even though you usually like coffee. Another latte you order to drink on the go. It was a nice day out actually. The setting sun lay a golden hue to the city as you walked along its block, sipping on your coffee occasionally while walking back to Peter’s apartment. Aunt May was kind enough to let you stay at Peter’s room when he’s still in the hospital and unable to be visited. To show your gratitude for her you are the one who did all the cleaning and the chores.

After arriving at the apartment you started doing the laundry, with May’s shift and Peter at the ward no one is there to do it. While waiting for the laundry you decided to cook something, with the groceries you bought at a nearby deli. You prepped all the ingredients that you need, thinking about what you should make and decided on meatballs, macaroni, and cheese with cuts of smoked beef, a soup, and some fried rice. When all is done you eat the leftover pizza that’s on the fridge accompanied by some of the meatballs you cooked. You put all that’s left in containers and put a note on the table that states May’s dinner, breakfast, and lunch are all in the fridge and only needed to be re-heated. You spent sometime after dinner ironing and folding the clothes that are out of the dryer before you went to bed, with your nose buried in his sweater.

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"I need to tell the Avenger about this", Peter muttered under his breath while climbing down the side of the building he is on. He only managed a few feet of swinging before he fell. He was shot at the right side of his abdomen. His back slam against the concert of the silent part of town.

"You can break my bone, hurt me, beat me up, even kill me, but for the love of God and all things good, do not hurt him", Peter said as intimidating as he could.

The man stood in silence before continuing the rhyme, "out came the sun, and dried up all the rain, and the itsy-bitsy spider founded dead. The end"

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The next morning when you woke up you have a massive headache, like every brain cell that you have is on fire and just ready to explode ‘maybe this is the side effect of over-exerting your power’, you thought, you never really use your power to this much capacity over the last few days. You barely get into the kitchen without falling, when you hear a knock on the door. Trying your best to read who it is, but failed, like someone is blocking you or because when you did it your whole body hurts. With the last bit of your power, you took one of the kitchen knives and dragged yourself to the door. Your vision was hazy so you didn’t know who it was through the peephole.

“Who is it?”, you mustered up every ounce of power that you had to sounded normal.

“It’s us”, you opened the door to Wanda and Natasha.

You let them in and you guys talked about Peter’s condition, he’s getting better, slowly but surely, his physical condition is getting stable by the day, but still can’t be visited. You sigh in relief, it was the best news you heard all week.

“You know that we are doing our best to investigate who did this to Peter”, Natasha spoked softly.

Shocked because you know that she sounded like she knew what you’ve been doing before you ready to blame Wanda on reading your mind Natasha spoked. “I was a spy for most of my life, it’s not hard to read what you’ve been doing with just a few glance”.

So you talked more about how the investigation has been going, you also told them what you already find. Before they leave Natasha spoke, “I’ve been there you know, wanting revenge, it was never the answer, never will. I’m not your mom, so I can't tell you what to do or not to do, what I can tell you is be careful and you're not in this alone”, she gave you a button and then leave.

Your grumbling stomach requests your attention before anything else, so you head to the kitchen once again. May left a thank you note on the fridge, opening it you see that May finished the soup, some of the fried rice, and brought the meatballs for her lunch. You eat what’s left of the fried rice in silence, wondering what to do. You decided on taking a shower before doing anything else. After getting out of the shower you went into Peter’s room to put on some clothes. With a black Nasa sweatshirt that you have and black sweatpants, you went out. The first couple of hours wasn’t productive because your powers were still acting up, your head still feels like it was going to explode, but not as bad as it was in the morning. Without you realized it was noon already. With some sandwiches and bottled water, you take your lunch in the near park bench. Eating alone again while watching people go about their day. After you threw away the trash in the garbage can nearby, you walked around the small park. Seeing a tree you decided to sit on it. Without realizing you drifted off.

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It was supposed to be just a normal patrol, maybe catch some muggers, web some burglars, and maybe, just maybe prevent a heist. But this, this is above his power, how much Peter doesn’t want it to be.

“The plans are going smoothly, I presumed”, a man in black tuxedo spoke.

“Yes, we’ve already found out his patterns, his associates, people that are close to him, and most importantly, his ties to our friendly, neighborhood spider”, a man in a hooded robe answer.

Peter was shocked, who could this group of people are. Targeting him, or the people around him. They noticed Peter was eavesdropping on the conversation.

“There he is our little spider, gracing us with his presence”, the man in the black tuxedo announced. Peter can feel guns pointing at him.

“If you do anything to me, the Avengers will know about it”, Peter shouted while pushing his distress signal.

“ The world doesn’t just revolve around you or your little Avenger friend”, the man in the black tuxedo smiled coldly.

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You got woken up by the rough wind. Unlike the other day, today seemed to be a gloomy one. The clouds are rolling in heavily, it’s going to rain, hard. You were only a couple of blocks away before it rained like cats and dogs. Entering Peter’s apartment, you were soaked to the bone. To your surprise, May was home, in the middle of the day.

“Oh my god (y/n) go dry up and change into some other clothes, I’ll make some tea”, she pushed you into Peter’s room. Wearing his sweater and some short, you put the wet clothes on the dryer before you sat down in the living room, next to May.

She offered you some hot tea to warm you up. “The hospitals let me leave early, Meg cover the rest of my shift for today, fortunately, I got home before it was raining”, she looked to you while you sipping on the comforting tea.

“Before I got home I visited Peter in the hospital, maybe you were there. I was planning on taking you to an ice cream shop or something, thanking you for doing so many chores for these past few days”, sadness sipped out of her every word.

“But when I arrived at Peter’s room I didn’t find you anywhere. He’s still can’t be visited but I was hoping you were waiting outside. I was ready on looking for you in the hospital. That’s when Natasha came to me and said that you never visited Peter since the day he was admitted”, she looked at you, stared at you with tears pooling in her eyes.

“What have you been doing these past few days (y/n)?”, May asked a question you don’t dare answer.

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You were ecstatic, you finally find a lead on who attacked Peter. You told Natasha and here you are on an impromptu Avengers meeting.

“I didn’t get much since it was outside of my range. All I got was the named Jack O’ Riley, something about Project Liberation, and the code name ‘Sound’, you spoke to the one present, which is Tony, Wanda, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce.

“Jack O’ Riley, somehow that named seemed familiar”, Bruce spoke.

“Because it is, he worked with HYDRA before, we come across his name couple of times, we didn’t what role he play, until now”, Natasha spoked.

“Where were you when you find this out (y/)?”, Tony asked.

“I was just on the outside of Queens, maybe they’re in Brooklyn?”, you answered.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y you know what to do, let’s get to work guys, double time”, announced Tony.

“We will find those who did this to him and we will bring them to justice”, Wanda reassured you.

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You sneak around the abandoned warehouse, using your power to hide your presence, but you still need to walk quietly. You stepped into the abandoned warehouse through the broken window on the top and slowly glide down to the behind a container.

You wanted to sneak around but someone announced your presence, “Finally, we’ve been waiting for you”.

Knowing your cover is blown you stopped hiding your presence and got out of the backside of the container, “you must be a telepath, being able to sense my presence like that, I know I should've concealed my presence more”.

You saw a man with a black tuxedo standing there, the darkness behind him. He stood with the support of a walking cane.

“Why did you target Spiderman?”, you shouted, knowing this man right here was the one that’s behind Peter’s attack.

“Peter was never our goal”, he smiled before snapping his fingers, and you were bombarded by a barrage of bullets from all sides.

You didn’t have time to wonder how you didn’t sense any man or machine inside the warehouse expect the one in front of you right now. You created a force field with your telekinetic powers. Minutes went by and they didn’t show any sign of stopping, you mustered up some power to produce a shock wave, stopping the rain of bullets.

“Marvelous, marvelous, you’re better than we expected”, the man in the black tuxedo clapped his hands.

You were astounded, with that blast he should've been sent flying, but he’s still standing with nothing on him. A hooded figure shows up next to him, but since when you should've felt them but you got nothing like it was dead.

“Where are my manners, my name is Jack O’ Riley and this is my sweet Nathan”, you were flown back to the stack of old crates as soon as he finished talking, thanks to your telekinesis you were able to soften the blow.

You saw him leaping to you, so you throw some of the broken crates to him before you doges his attack. You rested you back to a container before you can react he already got you pinned.

“You see, Nathan here is a telepath, but his power was weak. Until we figure out a way to take the telepathic and telekinetic ability of another just like him, the price is the person that we take their ability from died. Peter was a setup, we did want to kidnap him before that damned agents storm the place, but I guess by breaking a few of his bone did well enough to bring you here”, Jack said that as he walked to you.

“The sound of his bone when it cracked, the way he practically begged to spare you life, he was pathetic. You should've seen his face”, Nathan dumped images of Peter on the ground, the pain he felt, the fear that consumed him, the readiness to die to save you.

It makes you mad, enrage, furious. All of that anger you channeled into your power, it manifests by creating a big shock wave, big enough to destroy the warehouse. You can still see Nathan and Jack still breathing, badly wounded but still breathing, maybe Nathan tried to shield them both but it was only enough to let them on the brink of death. No matter what, more fun for you.

You lifted them up and then smashed them on the ground, “Did you feel that that’s what my Peter feel when you shot him down”.

You started to break their bones, “Do you like it when it’s you bones that are being broken?”, one by one, starting from their arms you break them.

“(Y/N)! Stop this! Please, I’m begging you”, you heard his voice. A voice soft as the sunrise but now is filled with pain and hurt. ‘Who dare hurt his Peter?’ you thought before you realize that most of the Avengers are around with Peter. You saw him there, standing, healthy, safe and sound, and afraid of you. You dropped down slowly, with two of you victims that are quickly being taken care of by the medic team.

You walked slowly to Peter, your Peter, that’s here, not in a hospital bed, with machinery around him. You only manage a few steps before falling, but not to the cold, hard, ground. The soft, warm, arms of your boyfriend are the one that breaks it.

“There, there, (y/n) everything is going to be all right, no need to cry”, Peter said to your eyes, whipping away the tears you didn’t know you have. He places a comforting kiss inside of his warm hug. You felt it was only you two in this world.

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fxngsfxgxrty · 4 years

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Playlist Tag

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

So basically, hit shuffle 20 times and write down what ya get and then tag ten other beauts.

Thank you my lovely, @firefly-in-darkness for the tag, ❤️

1, Lalala - Y2K

2, Young god - Halsey

3, Hurts like hell - Fleurie

4, Wait for it - Leslie Odom JR

5, Play with fire - Sam Tinnesz

6, Take the world by storm - Lukas Graham

7, So what - P!nk

8, Sink or swim - Falling in reverse

9, Grave digger - Matt Maeson

10, Castle walls - T.I.

11, Rescue me - OneRepublic

12, Another one bites the dust- Queen

13, Sodium - BONES

14, Legendary lovers - Katy Perry

15, Romeo -Counterfeit

16, Ebeneezer Goode - The shamen

17, 7 years - Lukas Graham

18, Castle of glass - Linkin Park

19, Dying in LA - P!ATD

20, Hey look Ma, I made it - P!ATD

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howlingbarnes · 6 years

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Hurt

Characters - Thor x Reader

Word Count - 883

Warnings - Angst, Fluff

Prompt - “It’s not fair. You keep this up and I just might-” “You ‘just might’ what? Leave me? Hurt me? You’ve done it all.” (I tweaked it big time)

A/N - This, I’ll call it a drabble, was written for my bestie @bionic-buckyb ‘s 8k angst challenge! Congrats on 8k and happy birthday, Kait! I’m sorry for making you cry. This takes place after Infinity War, it’s also my first ever Thor writing so that’s cool.

Everything was dull. Any blood-curdling screams, sirens, frantic words coming from the news anchor on the television, all of it faded to a muffle that itched the back of your brain. Your ears were ringing and you could feel your knees start to ache where they were planted on the floor, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t feel it, in that moment you couldn’t feel anything. Yet, you could feel it all at the same time. Everything and nothing. The inside of your nose burned with grief as tears flooded your eyes, splashing to the floor to create puddles. Your ribcage felt tight; air was leaving your body but no matter how hard you fought, you couldn’t get any back in.

They were gone. All of your friends and your family. The people that you’d gathered with, in fear of losing them to another one of the Avengers’ wars, each one of them evaporated into dust. There was nothing left but you and your pain. It was one thing to think you were going to leave this world with the people you cared about, but something completely different to be the only one left.

Even with this all happening, through the instant mourning, there was still one last person on your mind. Someone that you loved dearly. Someone that left you a long time ago. Each feeling came rushing back. The wounds in your heart tore open all over again and you felt yourself bleeding out. At this point, you welcomed that release. With that thought, you were finally able to gasp a hard breath of air into your neglected lungs. Your body was giving out and you let it, deciding that being curled into a ball on the hard floor was easier than getting up and trying to exist. How could you move forward after something like this?

You were still there, sure, was he though? You weren’t even sure why it mattered to you anymore considering that he disappeared long ago. It wasn’t a surprise, really. Thor was a literal god and you were not. Of all his years in existence, it didn’t make sense that he would care for you so deeply. You were just another speck of dirt in a massive universe, one that seemed to be currently coming to an end. Laying there on the floor, alone, you couldn’t help but wonder why you were left behind as if you mattered.

Gaining your vision back didn’t stop the tears, they still slipped out of the corners of your eyes and burned wet trails across your cheeks. All the sounds around you were more clear, but it didn’t stop you from ignoring the booming thunder that used to make your stomach turn in anticipation. With your body buzzing with overwhelming emotion, you couldn’t feel the electric current that rushed through your body when a pair of boots appeared in front of you out of thin air.

The only time you did move was when a large, warm hand landed gently on your shoulder. It was loving and familiar but at this time, all it did was make your heart jerk violently in your chest.

“Don’t!” A tortured yell tore through your throat, making the hand move away from you with urgency. “Do not touch me, Thor. Did you just come back after all this time to make sure I didn’t blow away in the wind like everyone else? I’m right where I want to be, alone.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” Thor’s voice was deep as always but something about it made him sound almost softened and defeated. “Too much has happened for you to behave this way. I need to get you to safety. If you don’t move on your own then I’ll be forced to-”

“You’ll ‘be forced to’ what?” You spat back, cutting him off. He was tired, you could feel it radiating off of him and hear it in his voice but how you felt couldn’t be put aside? It was too much to control in that moment. “You’ll leave me again? Hurt me? You’ve done it all.”

Not willing to argue with you, Thor closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath before wrapping his hands around either side of your ribcage and lifting you off the floor as if you weighed nothing. Expecting your feet to hit the floor, you were caught off guard when he brought you into a hug. You wanted to protest, to fight and struggle, but you were too tired. There was also a part of you that truly felt that it wasn’t worth holding onto. Yes, Thor disappeared on you but in reality, you could have lost him for good. That just made everything else seem so small.

“I need you.”

It was enough. You’d never heard the God of Thunder sound so hurt in all the time you knew him and your heart melted for him. Being who he was, the fact that he was now admitting that he needed you reminded you that you weren’t the only person grieving. In a swift motion, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. With your fingers lightly caressing his newly cut hair, you brushed your cheek against his softly.

“You have me.”

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jayankles · 6 years

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It was the Eggnog

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: You and a group of friends decide to spend a week in a cabin for the holidays. But you have to share a bed with person B and things are awkward since you like each other but don’t know it.

Word Count: 1922

A/N – this is for @sincerelysaraahh countdown challenge: The prompt was the story idea and #14 - “All I know is that I want to stay here with you as long as I possibly can.”

‘Alright gang.’ Gen started, the pencil in her right hand swirling around in the air as the lead ticked off some of the items on the to do list. ‘we are almost ready to go. We just need to go through the final touches and then we can board the plane to Colorado and relax. We've had a hard last few weeks and I just wanted to let you know that you all earned this break.’

Jared smiled at his wife before wrapping his arm around her and planting a kiss on her temple. Gen leaned into the kiss feeling a warmth spread through her like always when Jared touched her.

You wished you had that in your life, a spark, a reason why you get up in the morning and smile until your cheeks hurt.

You wished you had it with a certain green eyed man but it was forbidden. You couldn't have that kind of love especially when he doesn't love you back. Besides that kind of love didn't exist for people like you.

Turning around, you tore your eyes from the man you had dreamed about. Busying yourself with all the remaining tasks you had to do, which didn’t take you that long because you had already triple checked your case - you had Gen to thank for that. Instead, you were just picking up and putting down the same pair of warm socks within the suitcase.

‘What’s up with you?’ Jensen’s voice startled you, his deep voice coming from behind you.

You shook your head, waving him off telling him it was nothing.

‘Really? Because it looks like you're trying to be busy and kinda failing.’

You scoffed. ‘Pfft… ha, no. I have know idea what you're talking about. I'm just checking to see if I have everything I need for the cold weather in Aspen. Why would there be something wrong, Jensen? Pfft. Nothing wrong here.’

You loved him though. That may be what was wrong with you and the reason you had verbal diarrhoea.

‘Okie dokie. I'll leave you to your… packing then.’

Jensen scrunched his face in confusion and walked away. You close your eyes in annoyance and lightly slap your forehead.

You proceeded to pack everything away again because the first time wasn’t enough. Why did you have to fall in love with the guy that was never going to love you back.

Gen continued to talk about the plans of the trip from Vancouver to Aspen, how Jared, Gen, Ruth, Briana, Y/N and he would have to sit on a plane for almost five and a half hours to get there.

Jensen couldn’t help but take a peek out of the corner of his eye just to look at her. Y/N was just so beautiful and she didn’t even have to try.

She stands tall and proud but even from his peripherals he can see her toying with the skin on her thumb. She’s nervous, scared as hell and he can’t help but want to be the reason to stop her from being nervous.

It’s a stupid thing really. Being in love that is. The world seems a little bit brighter, a little bit clearer but he realises that he notices the little ticks she has.

The ones where she’s hiding things, the one where she loves something so much that she puts her whole heart into it.

But what tears him apart is the smile on her face disappears and the shine in her eyes fades and beam in her smile slowly dissipates as Jared kisses Gen. The love between them is palpable, anybody can tell that but maybe that’s why she has tears in her eyes. Even if she hasn’t noticed it herself.

She easily flicks away the tear like she has done many times before.

Jensen can’t help but feel the clench in his heart.

He licks his lips and dips his head down, he wish he could wipe those tears away himself but his timing isn’t great as Y/N chances a longing look at Jensen only disappointed to see that he wasn’t looking back at her.

After five and a half hours sitting down, you cracked your back and stood with Ruth and Briana, reaching up and grabbing your carry on that was over head, hoisting it over your shoulder. Once you all collected your suitcases from the airport conveyor belt, the six of you made your way out to the car that you were sure Jared and Gen had hired.

You piled into the minibus and endured the short journey to the cabin, playing a game of eye spy and seeing nothing but thick, white sheets of snow.

‘Ah home sweet home for a week.’ Ruth joked, her thick Scottish accent shining through. She laced her arm through Briana’s and kissed her cheek, leading her into the cabin, in search of their room. Jared helped wheel Gen’s and his own suitcases in search of their own room.

When they linked fingers, you looked away again. A streak of jealousy running through you.

Jensen was the last in, closing the wooden door behind him and yanking the grey beanie off of his head, shoving it into the pocket of his coat.

‘Shall we go find your room? I’ll help you with your bags if you like?’ Jensen suggested.

Your lip curled into a smile and nodded, ‘yeah, I’d like that. Thank you by the way.’

‘It’s no problem, Y/N.’ His smile shone brighter than your own and it only seemed contagious. While you re-shouldered your carry on, Jensen had left his bags behind in order to grab yours. You tried to talk to him but nothing would come out.

‘How are you feeling? After the plane ride?’ Jensen asked.

You coughed, clearing your throat, ‘I’m okay. I guess a little tired, I probably just need a nap then I’ll be good to go.’

Jensen nodded, knowing the effects of flying. ‘I know what you mean.’

The man with the emerald green eyes opened the door to one of the bedroom doors and found the two ladies making out, not even noticing the door had opened. Jensen quickly – and quietly – shut the door and moved onto the next one, thankfully empty.

Jensen rested his hand on your lower back leading you into the room. He placed your suitcase on the double bed, looked around and nodded at the room, seemingly liking its appearance.

After one last look at you, he left the room and whacked his head in stupidity. Why couldn’t he just talk to you like a normal person.

He knew the reason; you weren’t a normal person. You were his crush, his favourite person in the whole world, his first thought in the morning. You were his everything and he can’t even talk to you.

Whilst Jensen let Y/N unpack and put away her belongings, he went back to the entrance where he left his suitcase, grabbing those and trying to find his room for the week.

After three minutes of opening and reopening doors he found that there were no more spare rooms.

‘Okay Jensen, what is going on with you?’ Y/N had asked him, her dainty hands on the door but her eyes held a confusion as to why he was still not in his room.

He scratched at the back of his neck, ‘I uh, I don’t seem to have a room.’

‘Huh. Does Gen know, she booked this place? Have you asked her?’

‘No.’ He looked down with a somber look on his face, like he had disappointed her.

She smiled sweetly at him, hooking her arm through his, ‘let’s go and sort this out.’

You can’t believe you took that step and hooked your arm through his. Still, it felt good. It felt natural. It didn’t last long though, you let go of him to knock at Gen and Jared’s door to make sure that they were decent.

‘Come in.’ They said in unison.

‘What is up?’ Gen enunciated each word.

Shuffling a little, you said, ‘Jensen kinda doesn’t have a room. Are you sure that you booked four rooms?’

‘I did. Well at least I think I did.’

‘What does you mean, you think!’ You screeched.

‘I did. I mean I definitely did. Maybe it was a default.’ She had pulled out her phone and checked her email again. ‘Oh no. I guess I didn’t. I’m so sorry guys. Do you mind sharing a bed for the week?’

Did you mind? On one hand, yes. Yes you did mind but then on the other hand no. Of course you didn’t mind it. For the next week you were going to spend the night with Jensen.

You were so conflicted but your mouth had a mind on its own. ‘I’m fine with that as long as Jensen is. There’s plenty of space in the room I’m staying in.’

Jensen cleared his throat and scratched at his stomach. ‘Yep. I’m cool with that. Totally cool.’

‘Cool.’

It was the third night out of six, Jensen was brushing his teeth and you were changing into your pajamas. You were getting into bed and under the covers when Jensen walked into the bedroom from the en suite.

So far the two of you had remained friendly when you were awake, but as soon as the both of you were knocked out, you gravitate towards each other. It was an awkward encounter in the morning when you had to untangle yourselves but other than that, you bashfully smiled at each other and brushed it off.

Tonight was different though, you could feel it. Maybe you were going to confess your attraction to the man you had been sharing a bed with for the past few nights.

Maybe you were only going to confess because of all the alcohol that was thrusted into your face, the alcohol that was nicely hidden in the eggnog.

When Jensen had settled into the bed, you didn't turn the light off as usual. You slid down so that you were on your side facing the man that had taken up too much space in your mind.

‘Is something wrong?’ Jensen's brow furrowed and he pointed his thumb to the door and made a move to leave. ‘Do you want me to go? Am I making you too uncomfortable?’

With his sweetness and consideration, you flashed him a calming smile and placed a hand on his cheek. He instantly leaned into it, closing his eyes at your touch.

‘No. You're not making me uncomfortable. It's quite the opposite, actually. You know they say drunk words are sober thoughts and I'm probably not making a lot of sense right now,’ you hands left his face to wind around his waist, ‘but I'll tell you anyway because all I know is that I want to stay here with you as long as I possibly can.’

‘Y/N, you don't want me. You're just drunk and I'm the only person here.’

Shaking your head, you pulled tighter, pulling him closer. ‘No. The difference is that you are the only person I see. You're the one I've been in love with since you offer to chase and punch those guys that pushed me to the floor. You have been my protector and you didn't even have to think about it.’

‘I like you!’ Jensen blurted out.

You giggled, burrowing into the heat of his chest. ‘It’s a good thing I like you too.’

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sebbytrash · 7 years

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Through His Eyes - Part Two

Summary - Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.

Pairing - Eventual Bucky x Reader

Warnings - Nightmare, mentions of blood and torture, a mega ton of guilt and sad stuff guys. A N G S T

A/N - I need to do this justice guys, it’s my baby. Feedback loved and appreciated Please love me, I haven’t written in forever.

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The next hour is spent eating and laughing with Steve, some of the tension ebbing away whilst he recounted all the ways Sam got rejected when they were at Tony’s party a few days before. Poor guy unintentionally hit on some guys wife and it did not go well. After clearing away the plates and containers, Steve hugs you again and decides to head off to bed.

“Y/N...I just-” Steve stops at the door, suddenly serious again, “You know it wasn’t him right? Not really?”

You hesitate a little, testing out the weight of it, caught between wanting to please him and not wanting to like. Was it something you had accepted. “I know Steve.” Maybe. Did it matter?

“It haunts him, you know? Especially at night.” He smiles wearily, the strain of today written all over his face for the first time, leaves you to feel the weight of his words.

It wasn't something you had considered, not fundamentally. Maybe you’d thought he somehow moved on, never dwelled on the things he done. Maybe you simply didn't care, too caught up in how it affected you and his other victims, but still, now you were thinking. Conflicting emotions wrapping around your heart, crudely cut joy, guilt, pain and maybe a little...empathy. Wrapping tighter and tighter till you weren't sure which was strongest.

Shit.

It’s long past midnight and you're still awake, lying in your bed staring up the ceiling like it contains the answers to all of life's problems, the answers to nothing and something, and everything in between. Today had been a lot to process, seeing Bucky for the first time since...well, then, seeing not the soldier but the man. Seems he was all duct tape and glue like you, the brutal reality a stark contrast to the man you imagined, a far cry from the dead eyes and blank stares of before. Steve’s words loop around, caught between memories and nightmares and a new feeling that's here, scratching at the surface of your fortified heart.

Guilt.

That’s the point isn't it? You're supposed to forgive him now, supposed to understand the why and forget the how. Logical, practical...human. If only it were that simple.

Now, what do I do with this?

“Shit.” Muffled and low, a voice sounds outside your door. Your hands automatically reach for you gun, tucked under your pillow and wedged between the mattress and bed frame. Bob. Most reliable friend you’d ever had.

There’s someone there, hovering outside your door...are they pacing? Yep, distinct sound of threads being worn away and thoughts turning over. Less concerned for your safety and more curious and sort of annoyed now, you hoist yourself into a sitting position, roll your neck a few times, muscles gone stiff at the strenuous ceiling staring and finally find your feet. You swing the door open in one fast, fluid motion stunning your guest and in turn yourself.

Bucky.

Thoughts liquify, stunned to the point you forget to be afraid, that you should be.

“Shit, did I wake you?” He asks, voice ragged and guilty heavy, “I just- I had to say… I shouldn’t have come here. This was fucking selfish.” He runs a heavy hand down his face, gripping at his jaw so hard it had to hurt.

You're still standing there, slack jawed and blinking stupidly, it would be funny if you could muster enough coherence to recognise it but he doesn’t seem to notice, or mind, and you can tell he’s mentally berating himself. His eyes say much more than he seems to be managing with his mouth. He steps towards you and the motion jolts you, makes you take an involuntary step back but finally clearing the fog a little.

Noting your movement he stills, lowers his hands to his side and looks at you right in the eye for the second time today, lets you see the pure agony in them, “I just had to say it, Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I... if I could take it all back I would. I had to at least say it.” He holds your gaze a second longer before turning and disappearing down the hall. You watch him retreat, wondering how you got to the point where you might even feel sorry for him? Like a smidge.

Despite that, it's a while before your breathing returns to normal, before you heart stops trying to escape from your chest. It takes even longer for the tears to dry.

“You look like shit.” You do, it's no surprise really that Sam would point it out after 0.5 of a second. Shithead.

“Bite me, Birdboy.” You flick a piece of cereal at him, dry since there was no milk. Tony was gonna be pissed.

“Out of milk again?” You nod, tipping the rest of the bowl into your mouth, “Momma Stark is gonna lose his shit.”

“I have a plammphf…” You say around the mouthful of cereal earning you a look.

“You’re disgusting.” Sam says, prompting you to show him the entire contents of your mouth as punishment. He wanted disgusting after all, “God, you’ve been hanging around why guys too much.” You shrug, he’s probably right, and finish your mouthful.

“Anyways, I have a plan.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup. I don't plan on being here when Mrs Doubtfire wakes up.”

“Not much of a plan is it?”

“All I got dude.” He rolls his eyes and flops into the chair next to you, his own bowl of dry cereal in his hand.

“Hey.” He says, softer this time, leans in a little “you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good Sam. Promise.”

Sam hangs around most of the day, you suspect he’s keeping an eye on you but say nothing, honestly just grateful for the company. You eat, you watch movies, all in it's a good day. Yet, you can’t stop glancing at the door, wondering if he’ll appear, wondering what you’ll do. Decisions, reactions.

“Hey kid, you doing okay?” Sam asks, nods towards the door like he’s seen every glance.

You sigh, “Yeah, I am. I’m trying to be.” He raises his eyebrows at this, silently questioning, “I want to get passed this, forgive and forget.”

“Oh, yeah? For Steve or for you?” He tries to stay neutral, but you hear it anyway.

“Both, I guess?” You reply, chewing on your bottom lip, “I want to, just, not sure if I can.”

“You can, if that’s what you want. Just gonna take some time, kid. You deserve time.”

Around 5pm, Sam gets called out on a last minute mission, nothing too drastic but Redwing was needed and so Sam goes too. You stay in the lounge, adamant you can finish the full season of Stranger Things before you go to bed and somewhere along the way you fall asleep.

Dead eyes. Dead eyes.

The smell of blood is overwhelming, blood and sweat, stuck to you, drowning you. He’s here, like always, walking closer and closer. You blink a few times, trying to clear the haze, trying to see his face but it’s blurry. It’s never blurry.

The knife is clear.

He's in front of you now, face blurry except those dead eyes, drawing up his full size as he begins his slow patterns on your arm, starts at the bottom, twists and turns the blade as your scream in agony, the sounds of knife tearing flesh somehow louder. He stops, you look. A. The screaming starts again. And again.

“Y/N, Y/N wake up, it’s a dream.”

You jerk away from the cold touch on your arm, press yourself back against the couch like you can disappear into it. Figures it would be him, kneeling on the floor in front of you.

“M’sorry. Seemed like you should wake up.” Bucky says, eyeing you warily and sitting back on his haunches, maybe making himself a little smaller. You say nothing, mind still recovering from the nightmare and struggling to reconcile that Bucky with this one, the one with kind eyes and not dead.

“You said my name.” He whispers, like he wants to know but want’s to not.

“Yeah well, you had a starring role.” You say back, voice breaking a little at the end and putting a little heat in the tone.

He nods again, face aiming for detached and falling somewhere short in agony. Climbs to his feet, and goes to leave, turns a little ways back and stills, “You star in mines too.”

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lillianfromaccounting · 7 years

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Love at First Slice

author: lillianfromaccounting characters: Clint Barton x reader, Steve, Natasha, Sam, other avengers word count: 1915 warnings: none, fluff, fake dating trope

Summary: A mission in Central Park gives you the chance to pretend to be your crush’s girlfriend.

A/N: This is my submission to @sincerelysaraahh ‘s sweater weather challenge. Thank you so much for having me! My prompts were: Date: Have a picnic at the park. Prompt: "I don't see how that has anything to do with what we were talking about."

Love at First Slice “Just try to act like you like me when we get to the rendezvous point,” Clint whispered in your ear, draping his right arm around your shoulder. A large picnic basket dangled off his left hand.

“I got this,” you reassured him. You took his lead and wrapped one arm around him, leaning into his firm chest. His grey henley felt super soft against your cheek and smelled like fresh linens. You suddenly remembered seeing him in the laundry room last night. It’s been almost a year since you’ve moved into the tower and it seemed like you ran into Clint around every corner.

No--running into him would imply chance. You may or may not have changed your schedule slightly in order to increase the chances that you would pass him in the hall at certain times. Maybe you got up a little earlier now to get to the kitchen about three minutes before he usually sauntered in so that you could empty the coffee pot and brew a new one, buying you ten minutes to chat about everything and nothing. You might have opted for the Thursday night yoga class to free up your Tuesdays for pizza and movie night, where more times than not, it was just you and Clint on the couch, with Lucky at your feet.

The laundry room was by chance though. Your room just happened to be on the same floor and you couldn’t help who was doing laundry. Granted, you did notice every time Clint was there, and maybe you found an excuse or two to walk by several times last night. You tried to find enough dirty clothes for a load of wash so you could join him, but thought better of it since you had done that a few days ago already.

It was a silly crush, nothing more. It didn’t matter that every time you caught a glimpse of his crinkly eyes, butterflies turned your stomach. It didn’t matter that your mouth went dry every time his hand ran through that spiky blond hair of his. It didn’t matter that you temporarily forgot how to talk every time he called your name. None of it mattered because at the end of the day, he didn’t seem interested, so you resigned to willing the feelings away. But it was so harder said than done.

You tried not to be obvious. Clint was pretty laid back and probably didn’t notice the extra attention you were paying him anyway. It wasn’t like you were lavishing him with gifts of chocolate and flowers. You just made sure that there was plenty of coffee and stocked his favorite beer when it was your turn to grocery shop. He would order your favorite pizza toppings and made sure you were warm enough on the couch. It’s what was expected of people who share the same living space, right?

He always spotted you at the gym. You’ve learned not to ogle when watching him at practice, even though his arms were mesmerizing. Everyone talks about Thor’s stature, Steve’s chest, Sam’s thighs, and Bucky’s abs; Clint was just as stacked as the rest of them.

And you were reminded of that right now, as the two of you walked side by side down a paved path in Central Park, his arm firmly around you. It had been a very mild autumn thus far; normally, by this time, most of the trees would be bare, but you caught them just as the colors were coming in. The vibrant backdrop was an added bonus to this fake date.

You approached the rendezvous point and immediately spot the mark in a black suit with a black shirt and skinny black tie. He wiped his trembling hands against his pants before lighting a cigarette. He could have been the average businessman, taking a quick lunch in the park, but the black duffel bag on the bench gave him away.

“Honey, how about this spot?” Clint asked, drawing out the word honey. He stuck his chin out toward a grassy patch near some rocks about twenty feet behind the mark. It was a clear day and the lake behind the rocks reflected the cityscape.

“I don’t know, babe,” you protested, wanting a more direct view of the target. “Wouldn’t that spot by the tree there be better? There’s some shade.”

“No, the last time we sat there, there was an ant hill, remember?” he looked at you and winked, reminding you that Scott had already set up by that tree. “Besides, the direct sunlight would be perfect for all those selfies you like to take.” Another hint--the camera angles were probably better from here.

Clint set the basket down, pointing the hidden camera in the mark’s direction. You rolled out the red and white checkered blanket while he unpacked various containers of food.

If the intel was correct, that duffel bag contained a very dangerous weapon. While it would have been easy to apprehend the guy, the team was more interested in the buyer, and the best way to get them was to catch them in the act. The team was scattered all around the park, waiting for the trade to happen. Just to be safe though, Natasha was to switch out the bags before the buyer showed.

“I’m one minute out,” Natasha’s voice came over the comm.

That was Scott’s signal to release a powder in the air that would make the mark thirsty.

Sam rolled up a metal cart and called out, “Snow cones! Get your snow cones here! A dollar a piece!

“Excuse me, do you have blue raspberry?” a little boy asked.

“Blue raspberry, just for you! On the house!” Sam said, handing over a blue cone to the tot.

Sam rolled the cart just out of reach of the mark. “Sir, can I interest you in a refreshing snow cone on this unseasonably hot autumn day?”

The mark hesitated, quickly glancing at the duffel bag but at the same time, reaching up to loosen his tie. He looked at Sam’s cart and then got up from the bench, pulling his wallet out.

“That’s the spirit man,” Sam encouraged. “I’ve got the best stuff in the whole park. All organic ingredients, natural flavors, certified kosher and halal, gluten-free vegan. You won’t regret it.”

“Uh yeah, just uh--two rainbow ones,” the mark said, handing over two singles to Sam.

“Sure thing!” Sam said, taking his time to prepare the snow cones, watching Natasha switch the duffel bag in his periphery. “Here, two rainbows.”

By the time the mark sat back down on the bench, you and Clint were taking turns feeding each other pieces of cut fruit. You tried not to flinch every time your fingers brushed against his soft lips. He made a game of it, trying to eat each piece of fruit whole, occasionally nipping at your fingers.

“Mark two just entered the park,” Steve signaled over the comm. “Get ready.”

You scanned the park and saw another suit with Ray-bans approaching the bench.

Clint slid his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I was thinking for tonight, pepperoni, peppers and mushrooms, Hawaiian, broccoli rabe. And two plains,” he whispered in your ear.

“Mmm,” you hummed. How did he manage to make pizza toppings sound sexy?

“Looks like he’s getting cold feet. Picnic, you’re up,” Steve said.

Clint jumped up and yelled, “I can’t believe you lost Lucky!”

You didn’t actually discuss what you were going to use as a distraction but you’ve improved enough of these scenes that it didn’t really matter. The point was to draw attention.

“Me?! You’re the one who took him off his leash!” you yelled back, willing tears to your eyes. You walked towards the bench, hoping to get both marks’ attention. “Lucky! Lucky! Here boy!” You paced around, pretending like you were looking for the lost dog, who was probably actually snoring beside the couch in the common room right now.

“Keep it up. Bystanders eyes are all on you now,” Steve said.

“We wouldn’t have lost him if you didn’t want to have this stupid picnic in the first place!” Clint spat, walking in the opposite direction. “Lucky! Here boy!” He whistled.

“Stupid?! It was your idea! Do you even remember what day today is? I bet you don’t even remember!”

“Of course I remember the anniversary of Lucky’s adoption from the pound! What kind of guy do you take me for? Lucky!”

Your voices were both getting hoarse from the yelling back and forth, but you knew it was working because you felt the stare of the audience around you.

“Targets acquired,” Steve said. You turned your head, quickly scanning the park. You saw Bucky and Natasha escorting Ray-bans out of the park, while Sam and Scott escorted bench guy out another exit.

“You—you do remember!” you gasped loudly, running towards Clint.

He braced himself for your tackle; you both fell over, landing serendipitously on the picnic blanket.

“I love you!” you blurted.

Clint brushed a piece of hair away from your face, sliding the back of his hand down your cheek.

The sea blue green of his eyes drew you closer to his face.

“We’ll meet you guys back at the tower,” Steve’s voice broke your focus.

“Um, we probably should head back,” Clint said, helping you up.

“Right,” you said. Your stomach dropped. Him not acknowledging your not quite fake declaration of love felt worse than outright rejection. You looked around and saw that most of the team was already gone. Whatever audience you had earlier had disbanded. “We should head back,” you said more to yourself than to Clint.

You cleaned up the picnic, putting the containers back into the basket and folding up the blanket, desperately fighting the swell of emotions bubbling in your chest. When you were done packing, Clint was in front of you, offering you a small bunch of wildflowers.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“For you,” he said, shoving them into your hands. “You like the purple ones.”

“Um, yeah,” you confirmed. “Thanks.”

He looked towards the ground and signed pizza.

“Pizza? I don't see how that has anything to do with what we were talking about,” you said.

With his pointer fingers up, he tapped his thumbs and fingertips together. Date.

Flowers. Pizza. Me. You. Date?

“Me? And you?” you asked.

“If—if you want,” he said. “If you’ll have me.”

You reached over to lift his chin, looking into his eyes. He had his best signature Clint Barton poker face on, but you can tell he was chewing on the inside of his bottom lip.

“Sounds like a solid idea,” you said.

He pulled you into his chest and touched his lips to yours, setting your whole body on fire. You felt the tension release from his shoulders when you kissed him back. He hungrily nipped and sucked at your lips, up your jaw and down your neck, and then crashing back to your lips. When you came up for air, you were on the park bench and you don’t remember how you two got there.

“Uh, if you two are done sucking face, please turn your comms off,” Tony’s voice rang in your ear. “Also, we’re waiting for you to get back to the tower so we can debrief. Not de--not like that. We need your reports. Paperwork. And get a room before you get arrested for public indecency.”

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mindingmyownbusiness · 7 years

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Rained Out

Pairing - Bucky x Reader Summary - The camping trip you and Bucky had been planning is completely ruined… or is it? Prompt #1 - Have an indoor camping experience since it’s been nonstop raining and there’s nothing else to do. Prompt #2 - “Why are you looking at me like that?” Warnings - all fluff, all the time Word Count - 955 Notes - For @sincerelysaraahh’s Sweater Weather Challenge

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You fumbled into the front door of your building, hurling your broken umbrella into a nearby trashcan in frustration. “Could this day get any worse?” you groaned out loud to no one in particular. As thankful as you were to be starting a three day weekend, especially after how rough it’s been lately at work, it was hard to fully appreciate it since the nonstop rain over the past three days had ruined the camping trip that you and Bucky had been planning for over a month. Wringing out your hair you grabbed your mail and trudged upstairs to your shared apartment.

“Bucky, I’m home! You wouldn’t believe what happened to me on.. the way.. home...” your voice trailed off as you stepped out of the entryway and took in the sight before you.

In the middle of the dimly lit living room where the couch normally resided sat a tent, the very tent you knew Bucky had picked out for your getaway weekend. Next to the tent were a couple of camping chairs and a small folding table facing the television where a crackling fire was displayed. Hanging above you were several strands of fairy lights casting a comforting glow over everything.

Still trying to absorb the scene you saw Bucky’s head pop out of the tent. “Hey sweetheart! Surprise!” He climbed out and gestured to everything he’d been working on. “Well, what do you think?” You stood there, speechless, looking a bit like a fish out of water, eyes finally landing on Bucky. “Baby…?” he said with a concerned voice. “W-why are you looking at me like that?”

With no warning whatsoever you burst into tears, shoulders shaking uncontrollably. You cover your face with your hands and Bucky immediately rushes to you, wrapping you carefully in his strong arms. “Oh my god… baby I’m so sorry, I’ll take it down, put everything back, I didn’t mean to upset you…”

You shake your head vigorously, attempting to talk through your sobs. “N-no Bucky, d-don’t you dare! I l-love it, I really, really d-do!”

“Hey, hey... shhh now… talk to me, what’s going on then?” Bucky pulled back just enough to look lovingly at you, gently moving your hands down and brushing still wet strands of hair from your face.

It took you a moment and a few deep breaths before you looked up into his eyes. “All I could think about all day was how our trip was ruined, and then just as I was about to leave I got slammed with extra orders at work which made me extra late and extra grumpy, then to top it all off my umbrella turned inside out the instant I stepped off the bus so I got completely drenched and.. and…” You look around at the room, tearing up again. “And then I come home to find that you have done this incredibly sweet and romantic thing for me, for us, and everything I’d been holding on to all day just kinda erupted outta me…” You give him a watery smile. “I’m sorry I scared you. This is perfect, I love it. I love you…” You hug him tightly, breathing in his calming and familiar scent, finally relaxing until you realize something and jump back. “Oh Buck... I got you all wet!”

Bucky chuckled and pulled you back in for another hug. “It’s fine babygirl, you sound like you need hugs way worse than I need dry clothes anyway.” He holds you close for several more moments, only stopping when you begin to shiver in his arms. Leading you to the bathroom he starts to fill the tub. “You, my love, are going to take a nice hot bath,” he places a kiss on your forehead, “and when you get out I’ll have some dinner ready for us. I borrowed Sam’s little grill so we could have mostly authentic hot dogs and later, if you’re good,” he said with a wink, “we’ll use it for s’mores.” Bucky leans in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “I love you…” he whispers against your lips, kissing you once more and then leaving you to get ready.

A few hours later, warm and dry with dinner a distant memory, you are snuggled up with Bucky in the tent on a bed of what looked like every blanket and pillow that you owned. The movie you had been watching had just ended and you laid there in the quiet, feeling more content than you had in a long, long time.

“Thank you Bucky, for all of this. Just when I think I couldn’t possibly love you more you surprise me yet again.” You place small kisses along his jaw and lay your head on his chest.

Bucky traces random patterns on your back and kisses the top of your head. “I see how hard you work, sweetheart. I know how much you needed this weekend and I’ll be damned if I let a little rain ruin that for you... Speaking of our camping weekend, what else is on your bucket list? We’ve got the tent, a ‘campfire’, ate hot dogs and s’mores… what are we missing?”

“Well… there is one more thing I wanted to do…” You sit up, turning to look down at Bucky with a grin.

“Oh…? And what’s that darlin’?” Bucky asked, matching your grin with his own.

“You, Sarge…” you said, biting your lip, your heartbeat quickening in anticipation.

Bucky practically growled and you couldn’t help but giggle as he rolled you both over in the small space, hovering over you and kissing you deeply. You smiled into the kiss, realizing that rain or not, this weekend was going to be one to remember.

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soaringeag1e · 7 years

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Helpful Stranger {3}

Dean x Reader

Warnings: More Dean Fluff

Words: 3,390

Previous Parts: 1, 2

This is for @sincerelysaraahh Sweater Weather Challenge Date: Build a fort in your living room Prompt: “Who would’ve thought that this would be my life?”

“Is this okay?” You smiled at the waitress as Dean answered her.

“Yes, this is great. Thank you.” In return, she smiled and gave you both a sweet nod before letting you both get settled.

You slipped your jacket off while you let your eyes wander around the restaurant. It’s been so long since you’ve been on a date that you almost felt like you shouldn’t be here. You were out of your comfort zone.

Turning to rest your jacket on the back of your chair, you completely missed that Dean had moved behind you already and pulled your chair out for you. Smiling, you gave him an appreciative nod.

“Thank you.” He nodded back, taking your jacket from you.

He took his seat shortly after making sure you were settled and you took in a deep, relaxing breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. It was just a date, it wasn’t going to kill you.

“Are you doing alright?”

“Huh?” Pulling your eyes away from the tables around you, you met Dean’s who looked slightly concerned. Obviously the calming breath didn’t work. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because, if this isn’t what you want I can take you someplace else.”

“No!” Biting your lip, you knew you had to get a hold of yourself before you single handedly ruined this date. “No, Dean, this is.......this place is great.” you smiled softly as you locked eyes with him, but from the way he was looking back at you, you could tell he wasn’t completely convinced.

“I’m sorry.” you sighed, resting your forearms on the table as you leaned forward. “I uh.....I haven’t been on a date in........I don’t even remember when. I guess I’m just letting my nerves get the best of me.” Before either of you could say anything else, the waitress came back with a couple waters and took your drink orders. You went straight for the water, hoping it would cool you off and once the waitress was gone again, Dean scooted his chair closer to the table and leaned in with a soft, calming expression on his face.

“Well, I know it can be hard to control your nerves, but I promise you.....it’s not going to be like a job interview.” You giggled softly, setting your water back down on the table. “I want this to be fun and relaxing, okay?” Taking another breath, you could practically feel the tension melt away. You don’t know why it took a pep talk from him, but, you’d take what you could get.

To break the ice more, Dean brought up some things to talk about and you both easily fell into the conversation. One topic went into another smoothly and even though minutes ticked by, neither of you cared or even paid attention.

Dinner was practically a blur, but as the conversation finally hit a breaking point, you both had dessert in front of you and you were now very aware of how much your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“I understand if you don’t want to, but uh.....I’m just curious.” Dean shrugged, looking up at you from his pie. “What about your ex? Mia’s dad.” Mia being your little girl, who of course came up in a couple of the conversations you have had tonight. Was a little hard not to bring her up seeing that she literally was your life, but Dean seemed to love talking about her.

“Were you married to him?” he added to his previous question, knowing that just asking about the man was probably pretty vague.

“Almost.” grabbing your water glass, you took another sip before getting into probably the most serious subject of the night.

“We were together for a couple of years and.....before I knew it, I was pregnant. After I had Mia he proposed. Everything seemed great, you know, he was so excited to be a dad, so after she was here and he proposed......I thought it was it. I thought I had the life that so many people want.” He nodded softly, but stayed silent as he knew the story wasn’t over.

“After Mia was about three months or so, he started working more and more. He wasn’t home nearly as much and I thought it was just because he was trying to keep his hours up to afford all of our bills and everything. How could I be mad about that, right?” you chuckled softly and Dean began to notice you playing with your hands a little more.

“One weekend I went to visit my mom, which at the time was a couple hours away. He had to work, so....I took Mia and we were gonna stay with her for the weekend. I ended up feeling pretty crappy, started to come down with a cold or something, so instead of staying the entire weekend, I left a day early.” He scoffed lightly.

“He wasn’t working was he.” You got a small smirk before shaking your head.

“I came home to find him with another woman.” Dean rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed with the man he never met. “Right there in the living room.”

“You serious?”

“Yeah. On my couch.” you couldn’t help but smile a little more seeing him get slightly worked up.

“What if Mia would have been older?!” he raised his voice, but just slightly.

“I know. I’m glad she wasn’t.” Taking another drink of your water, he added.

“So....other than wanting to kill the man, what did you do?” You laughed lightly, trying not to spit your water out as you did.

“Well, after the initial shock of seeing........that.” you dipped your head slightly, obviously having that horrible image still in your head after all these years, and he nodded in understanding. “I took my ring off, threw it at them and......I left.” you shrugged as if it was no trouble at all.

Your eyes then dropped down to your half eaten dessert and it fell silent between you both. Dean’s eyes remained on you, the anger from what your ex did slipping away as all he wanted to do now was take you in his arms, hold you tight and promise that he would never hurt you, especially like that.

“Well....I’m glad that you didn’t give him any other chances.” A soft smile grew back as you looked back up.

“Me too.” He then smiled back, making yours grow a little more. “It’s just been me and Mia ever since.”

Though the conversation did take a serious turn, that night with Dean was amazing. You felt like you were just sitting there with a friend, catching up after many years apart. After you relaxed of course.

But it was so great that the one date turned to two, then three and kept going on like that for about a month. You both tried to get together at least once a week, which wasn’t terribly hard. Then it came down to tonight.

Even though Mia was only six, she wanted to meet Dean, and Dean definitely wanted to meet her. He saw her for that split second outside the school before you had your first date, but he wanted to actually meet her. Talk to her.

So, you had invited him over for dinner and it was Mia’s idea to watch her favorite movies together. But as you were working on dinner, you stepped into the living room to make sure she hadn’t pulled out your entire movie collection, and that’s when you saw a completely different mess.

“Mia?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?” She tore herself out from underneath a blanket, looking at you as if she was doing nothing wrong.

“I’m making a fort.”

“A fort?”

“Yeah. So we can watch movies.” Moving toward the messy pile of blankets, you tried to stay calm.

“Sweetie....we don’t need a fort to watch movies.”

“But I want to!”

“Mia....” your scolding was cut short as your doorbell rang in the distance. You glanced towards the front door before looking back at your daughter. “Put the blankets back.”

“Mommy!”

“Now.” you pointed at her as you made your way towards the door.

You could hear her huffing and puffing in the distance, and you only hoped that meant she was doing as she was told.

“Hi.” you greeted Dean, a smile growing soon after, seeing him holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“Hi.”

“You didn’t have to get me flowers.” you said as you stepped back, letting him come in.

“Oh. Well...I’m glad that’s how you feel, because...these aren’t for you.” You could feel your cheeks get warmer and your stomach begin to do flips as you realized what he meant.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you shut the door and moved back to his side so you could lead him through your house.

“You find the place okay?”

“Yeah. No problems at all.”

“Good.” As you came up on the living room you sighed quietly, still seeing the blankets scattered in front of the TV. “Mia?”

“What?” her little head popped out from a slit in one of the large blankets.

“Come on out and meet Dean.” Her head then disappeared once again, but the blanket kept shifting as she tried to dig her way out.

Once she was free, she then shyly moved toward you, wrapping her arms around your leg.

“Mia, honey, this is Dean. Dean...my daughter, Mia.”

“Hi, Mia.” he then squatted down so he was, well....about eye level with her and of course she rested her head against your leg now. “Do you like flowers?” You looked down at your little girl, running your hand up and down her back as you saw her nod.

“Phew. That’s good, because......” he pulled the small bouquet from behind his back. “If you didn’t, I have no idea what I would do with these.” Looking back down, you saw Mia get a big grin on her face.

“Do you like them?” he asked, cautiously reaching his hand out to see if she would take them.

“Yeah.” she nodded, biting the inside of her cheek before taking them from him.

“Good.” You ran your hand through Mia’s hair as Dean stood up, and then you reached for the flowers.

“Here, I’ll go put these in some water so they can stay this pretty, but, Mia.” She looked up at you, of course completely clueless since she’s still young. “Pick the blankets up, please.”

“But, mommy! I want to make a fort!” You went to object again, but this time Dean jumped in.

“A fort?” Mia nodded, looking like she was going to start crying. “Oh, well....” Dean then looked at you as if he were looking for the same permission as Mia. “I wouldn’t mind helping her, but I mean....if you really don’t want her to...” Sighing, you looked from the six foot man back to your little girl who was smart enough to know she had an accomplice now.

“You don’t have to, Dean. Really, it’s....”

“No, no. It’d be fun.” he shrugged. And if it wasn’t for him looking like he was just as excited as your six year old, you would have bailed him out and told Mia no. But how were you supposed to break both their dreams.

“Okay. Be careful you two.” Dean gave you a quick wink before going for the biggest blanket.

Mia jumped up and down a few times before following him and grabbing a corner to help stick it somewhere.

The entire time they spent building the fort, you spent in the kitchen making dinner, which was fine with you. You just reminded yourself to thank Dean later for keeping her busy so you could cook dinner without any interruptions.

“Need any help?” You glanced over your shoulder as you set one of the final dishes on the table, smiling as Dean came up behind you.

“Nope. I’m good. How’s the fort coming?” Turning to face him now, he ran his hands down your arms, resting them on your hips as he got closer to you.

“Awesome. It’s done, and may I say it’s one of the best forts ever.”

“Yeah?” you giggled, loving the child side of him.

“Yeah. And I do hope you forgive me, I got Mia those flowers, but I forgot to give you your gift when I got here.”

“My gift?” He nodded before leaning in, kissing you softly on the cheek.

For how many first and second dates end with a kiss, Dean took it slower. He didn’t want to rush anything. The main reason being because he really liked you and he wanted you to feel comfortable.

You loved him for it, and for how bad you really did want to kiss him, you took this opportunity to make sure this is what you really wanted.

If Mia wasn’t involved, it’d probably be a completely different story. But you didn’t want to keep bringing different guys into her life. It wouldn’t be fair to her.

“There.” he whispered against your cheek before pulling away. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Alright.” you sighed as you blindly reached for the remote at your side.

“One more!” Your head rolled to the side, looking at your little girl as she sat up to grab another movie. Dean was laying next to you, chuckling softly as he watched the same scene unfold.

“No. No more.”

“But mommy!” she whined, still holding three DVD cases in her hand.

“No, Mia. We’ve watched two movies already. It’s late. You need to get ready for bed and Dean needs to be getting home.” She was quick to start pouting, but still gripped onto those movies.

“Now, go on. Head upstairs, get dressed in your pj's and brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a minute, okay?” The DVD’s then slowly slid out of her fingers as she stood up, letting them fall to the floor. “You gonna say bye to Dean?”

“Bye, Dean.” You both chuckled softly at Mia’s whiny voice, watching her drag her feet out of the fort that they built hours ago.

Letting your head fall back against the pile of pillows behind you, you let out a tired sigh and let your eyes fall shut.

“Who would’ve thought that this would be my life?”

“What? Coming up on your thirties and still building forts in your living room?”

“No.” you laughed softly, opening your eyes to see him laying on his side, facing you. “Just......” you paused, unable to find the right word. “Having an incomplete family.”

“Incomplete?” he glanced toward where Mia disappeared. “What do you mean?”

“Well, just......” Sighing, you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “I’m happy. I am. I just......I thought when I had kids that I’d be married and.....it would stick, you know.”

”Yeah. I can understand that.” he sighed, not looking away from you now. “But you don’t need anyone else. You’re an amazing and beautiful woman, Y/N, and I think that you’re doing a great job at raising Mia on your own. Don’t ever think that your life isn’t complete, because I think you have everything that you need.”

You felt tears building up along with a tightness in the back of your throat. No one has ever told you that they thought you were doing a good job at being a single mother. Not that you were looking for confirmation, but it was a constant thing for you to wonder if you were were doing alright or if you were just a straight up deadbeat mom. All you could do was take it day by day and try your best.

“I truly mean that.” he added after a moment since you were still silent.

You felt frozen, just from the shock of what he said. But he helped pull you out of it as his hand found yours, gripping lightly. You gripped back and smiled softly, being the only thank you that you could give him at that moment.

His thumb then started running lightly over your hand and that’s when he began to lean in. Your heart was beginning to beat faster and though it wasn’t showing, your excitement level was going through the roof as you leaned in too.

You felt his breath ghost over your lips as they were just about to join with his and that’s when you let your eyes fall shut. This was it. You were finally about to kiss this man that you had grown feelings for over the last month. The same man that you met by chance on the side of the road.

You gripped his hand a little tighter as you braced yourself for the connection. For the sparks to fly. For the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

“Mommy!?” And that’s when everything in you crashed. The sound of your little girl screaming for you at the top of the stairs just reminded you of what your reality consisted of. Her first, you later.

Your breathing was slightly labored as you tried to bring yourself back to reality. Slowly pulling away from Dean, you both stared into each others eyes for a moment before you looked over your shoulder.

“Yeah, baby!?”

“I can’t find the toothpaste!” Sighing, you closed your eyes for a split second, repeatedly telling yourself how much you love your daughter.

“I just bought you a new one! It should be right there on the counter!”

“I don’t see it!” You huffed softly before looking back at Dean.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” he tried to reassure you, but you could tell that he was just as disappointed as you were.

“I’ll be right back.”

Dean watched you crawl out of the fort, sighing softly to himself before running a hand down the front of his face. His fingers lingering over his lips for a moment where he still felt the ghost of yours.

Mia stalled for another fifteen to twenty minutes, even after getting her to brush her teeth, and then you finally got her into bed. She even got to say goodnight to Dean.

“I’m sorry.” you apologized after making it back downstairs.

“It’s okay.” he chuckled, following into the living room. “Don‘t worry about it.”

You grabbed the bowl of, what was now just un-popped popcorn kernels from the fort before making your way into the kitchen so you could clean it out.

“I hope this night wasn’t too crazy for you.” you chuckled softly as you made it to the sink. Before you could turn it on however, Dean’s hand gripped lightly onto your arm, stopping you and making you look at him.

His eyes left yours after a moment and that’s when he took the bowl out of your hand and set it on the counter.

Maybe it was the fear of getting interrupted again, but this time Dean didn’t move as slow. He still took his time, but moved just a little more swiftly this time.

You leaned into his arm as it snaked around you, and as his hand pressed firmly into your back, you stepped closer to him. Then it was just happening.

Dean’s lips were dancing with yours and you felt like you were dreaming. You let yourself go completely. You let the busyness from everyday life fall from your shoulders and you melted in his arms.

And for the first time in years, you felt safe. For the first time, it wasn’t only Mia who made you feel like you were home.

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17. “If you want to forget it happened, fine. But I can’t." Requested by anon. Peter Parker x Reader

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"So are you going to ever tell me about the whole spider-man thing?" You asked, once his Aunt May left to pick up Chinese food.

He furrowed his brows, "I don't--I don't know what you're talking-"

"Cut the crap Peter. If you want to forget it happened, fine. But I can’t.” You exclaimed. "So talk or else I will leave here and you won't ever hear from me again."

Peter clenched his jaw tight. He didn't want his secret exposed but when you accidentally walked in on him putting his suit away, it was out there.

"Well?"

Letting out a breath, he felt defeated. "Okay."

You stood there with your arms over your chest. "I'm the spider-man."

"No shit Sherlock." You said rolling your eyes. "I want to know how and why and-"

"Alright, I'll tell you. Everything." He said. "But one condition."

You raised your brows, waiting for his request.

"Don't leave me." His voice was soft. "Please."

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chloelucia13 · 7 years

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Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone.

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”

“Definitely.”

You smiled softly and held the phone between your shoulder and ear. “Alright, I’m on my way. Call me if anything happens.”

“Alright, bye Y/N/N.” You hung up the phone before tucking it into the back pocket of your jeans. You quickly packed your bag before slinging it over your shoulder and running out into the library.

“Hey, emergency case, we need to go now,” you stated, leaving out much explanation. Before they could ask, you ran to the garage and tossed your bag into the trunk.

Both boys came out a few minutes later, their bags on their shoulders, and you smiled at them before hopping in the back seat. They exchanged a look before throwing their bags into the trunk, shutting it, and getting into the front seat. “Where’s the case?” Dean asked, starting up the car.

“Beacon Hills, California.”

“Pull in here,” you told Dean, seeing all of the students sitting outside of Beacon Hills High. Dean obliged and parked next to a beat up Jeep. You jumped out of the car once it was parked and wandered around, trying to find the group.

A large smile spread across your face when you saw Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Kira sitting at a picnic table under a tree. You hurried over to them and smacked your hands down on the table. “No detention for once?” you joked and their eyes all widened and smiles grew on their faces when they heard your voice and saw you standing there.

“Y/N!” Lydia squealed, jumping up and hugging you tightly. Everyone else followed suit and you hugged them all back tightly.

“I missed you guys so much,” you sighed, finally taking them all in as they stood in front of you.

“Where have you been?” Stiles asked, practically jumping with happiness. “You disappeared off the face of the earth!”

“With family,” you told them, keeping your explanation brief.

“Hey guys, coach-” a voice announced behind you and you spun around, causing the origin of the voice to freeze.

“Isaac?” you choked out. Isaac smiled widely and hurried over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the hug. “I thought you were in France.” A look of pure shock replaced your large smile, and you stood on your tiptoes, resting your head in his shoulder.

“I was, but I guess you can never leave Beacon Hills forever,” he stated, moving a hand to card his fingers through your hair. You nodded and pulled away to look up at him, into his eyes, the eyes that you loved, they eyes that left you after your best friend died. “You’re even prettier than when I left.”

A blush spread across your cheeks, despite you willing it not to happen, and you pursed your lips. “Y/N, mind introducing us to your friends?” Dean stated and you pulled away from Isaac, your eyes wide as you smiled awkwardly at your brothers.

“Oh, um, yeah!” you stuttered. “This is, uh, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, and Isaac.” You turned to your friends. “Guys, these are my brothers, Sam and Dean.”

“Okay, and what’s the emergency, Y/N?” Sam asked and you looked over to Scott.

“There’s some... things going on in this town, and we need help figuring out what it is,” Scott explained and you nodded softly.

Dean and Sam smiled tightly and looked at you. “Alright, Y/N, could we have a talk with you, just really fast?” Dean asked, grabbing your arm and tugging you away. “You told them?”

“Told them what?” you asked, even though you knew exactly what they were talking about.

“Our number one rule, don’t tell anyone that we kill freaking monsters for a living!”

“Well, kinda... In a way.” They both looked at you quizzically and you sighed. “Okay, I’ll explain later. We need to get to Deaton.”

Dean pulled up at the animal hospital, you and Lydia looking behind you to see the rest of them getting out of of Stiles’ car. You pushed your door open and the other three did the same, all of you getting out at the same time. “Why are we at a vet?” Dean asked and you just smiled at him, shutting your door and hurrying over to the others, who were already standing at the door. Scott pushed the door open and you all filed inside, already heading for the exam room.

Without looking up, Deaton smiled wide. “Y/N, you’re back,” he stated, tugging his gloves off and tossing them in a trash can. “I’m guessing Scott got the correct number?”

You nodded and smiled. “I’m glad he did,” you responded, nudging Scott’s shoulder lightly. “It’s about time we had a little pack reunion.”

Sam and Dean stepped into the room and looked at you quizzically. “Your brothers?” Deaton asked. You nodded. “Doctor Deaton. Nice to meet you two.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” Dean replied before arching an eyebrow at you. “Now, can you explain what you were going to explain to us before we came here?”

“Right,” you sighed, taking a deep breath. “Here in Beacon Hills, not everything is normal.”

“Nothing is normal anywhere.”

“I know, but things here are... Different.” They both looked confused and you huffed. “My friends, they’re not normal.”

“You kinda need to elaborate here.”

You nodded and turned to your friends. “Scott, Isaac, and another person, Derek, they’re all werewolves. Malia is a were-coyote. Lived in the woods most of her life. Kira is a kitsune, electric kitsune. She can control electricity. Lydia is a banshee, she knows when someone is close to death or is dead, and she’s basically our alert whenever something is happening to her. Stiles, he was a nogitsune, but I have no clue what he is now, if he is anything.”

“I’m batman,” he stated and you rolled your eyes.

“You and Dean both.” You turned back to your brothers and their eyes were hard. “They don’t hurt anyone, they won’t. They’re good, even if what they are typically isn’t.”

“Y/N, monsters are monsters-”

“They are not monsters! They are not like the monsters we hunt! They are good people who try to help!” You clenched your jaw. “What about Garth? He’s a werewolf, and we still trust him.”

“That’s because we know him.”

“And I don’t know my friends? If you don’t remember, when you found me, when you found out I was your sister, they were the only family I had. My dad, our dad, never even knew I existed, and my mom wished that I didn’t! They were all I had. So tell me they’re monsters. Do it.”

Dean just pursed his lips and stomped out of the building. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N,” Sam told you, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. “I know how it is.”

“Thanks Sammy. I think you should go over and try to calm Dean down.”

Sam smiled and nodded. “Good idea.”

He followed after Dean while you squeezed your eyes shut. “Okay,” you voiced, turning to your friends. “What’s the problem?”

They all looked at you with sympathy before Scott spoke up. “A string of murders,” he explained. “All of them in weird ways. One person died from purging on their own body, another by peeling their skin off one layer at a time, and another ripped their own organs out of their body and strangled themselves with their intestines.”

“The last one,” Lydia interrupted, “a little girl, seven, she died from blood-letting.”

“Okay,” you whispered, sounding oddly calm. “Some fucked up shit is going down.”

“Even I’m stumped,” Deaton admitted and you groaned.

“All I have off the top of my head is a sacrifice to some god or goddess, demon possession, or a curse.”

“That’s closer than we’ve gotten this whole month,” Isaac stated and you nodded, pursing your lips.

“I guess we should get to studying.”

You sat on Scott’s floor, typing furiously on your laptop as you chewed on your bottom lip. “God, don’t rip your lip off,” Lydia joked and you removed your eyes from the screen to look up and smile at her. “Working hard, I presume?”

“Always am,” you responded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Lydia nodded and smiled, sitting down on Scott’s bed.

“Everyone’s heading out for some food. Wanna come?”

You shook your head and turned your attention back to the laptop. “I’m good. Thanks, though.”

She sighed and you turned to look at her. “There’s something going on with you, and I don’t think it’s about your brothers.”

You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. “Then what is it about?”

“I don’t know, there’s just a lot of tension. It’s like, visible, Y/N.”

You chuckled and turned back to your computer. “Well, how about you think about that while you go out and eat. I’m busy!”

She stood from the bed and patted your head. “Alright, bossy. Have fun being lonely.” She left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving you alone.

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts and you yelled, “Come in!”

Melissa walked in a moment later, clothes in her hands. “Hey, Y/N/N, it’s good to have you back,” she told you and a smile spread across your face.

“It feels good to be back.” She returned your smile and handed you the clothes she was holding.

“So, I heard some stuff happened between you and your brothers, so I just want you to know that you’re welcome to stay here. I found some of your old clothes that looked like they would fit you now, and the guest room is open.”

“Thank you, Melissa. That’s really kind of you.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re like the daughter I always wanted.”

You closed your laptop and tucked it under your arm, rising to your feet. “Well, you’re the best mom I’ve ever had.”

You both chuckled softly and you hugged her before retreating into the guest bedroom.

Once in the room, you closed the door and set your computer down on the chair in the room. Sighing softly, you changed out of your day clothes and into the tank top and shorts Melissa gave you, a soft smile on your face as you tossed your old clothes into the corner before flopping face-first onto the bed.

You tried to fall asleep, and even though you were exhausted to your core, you couldn’t fall asleep because of all of the thoughts on your mind. With your brothers, your friends, Isaac, who you had no clue what category he fell into, and all of the murders that led to dead ends whenever you were close to finding who or what killed them.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, you eventually gave up on sleep, rolling onto your back and grabbing your computer. “Can’t sleep either?” someone asked and you looked up to see Isaac leaning against the door frame, a soft smile on his face.

“Was I ever able to sleep when there was all of this shit going down in Beacon Hills?” you inquired, moving to sit up as you stared at him.

“No, I guess not.” He chuckled and the corners of your lips quirked up in a small smile. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure,” You scooted to the left a bit so he had room to sit. He sat down in the space you left and kept his eyes trained on you. “When did you guys get back? I didn’t hear the door.”

“Just a few minutes ago. I brought you a burger and some fries. They’re in the fridge.”

“Always knew what I wanted.” You chuckled and set your computer back down on the chair.

Isaac nodded and you both sat in silence for a few moments. “How’ve you been, Y/N?”

“Good. Seen a lot of messed up shit, had some messed up shit happen to me, ya know, the usual. You? How was France?”

“It was good. I missed you a lot. Just got back last year. I... I was surprised that you still weren’t here. Still in Beacon Hills. One of the only reasons I came back was to see you. It hurt like a bitch when I didn’t see you at your locker or talking to Coach.”

“I bet it didn’t even hurt half as much as watching your boyfriend leave for a different country barely even a week after your best friend died.”

“Y/N, I’m so sor-”

“You’re sorry, I know. Everyone always is.” You clenched your jaw and looked down at your hands, picking at the chipped nail polish.

“I remember you would always paint your nails. The nail polish would always give me a headache.”

“It always gave me a sense of... Normalcy, I guess. Just something that all teenage girls would normally do, while a teenage girl like me would be killing monsters and fixing things. It made me feel like I belong.”

“You did belong. You always did, you always will.”

You sighed and shifted your gaze to the window, looking at the stars and moon. Waxing crescent. “I belonged in Beacon Hills, the town where weird is normal and being normal is rare and weird. That’s not anywhere else except with my brothers, and maybe the deep South.” You and Isaac chuckled and you wrapped your arms around your waist.

“Thanks for defending us, by the way.”

“Of course. I’ll always defend my family. Even if we aren’t blood related. A wise man once told me, ‘Family don’t end in blood.’”

Isaac nodded and you both sat in silence. “You should call him. Dean,” he finally voiced after a few moments.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t want to be part of the reason that you and your brother are fighting. I don’t want to be part of the reason you to leave your family again.”

“When was the first time?”

“When you left Beacon Hills.” You looked down and bit down on your bottom lip. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re crying.” You then felt the wetness on your cheeks and hastily wiped the tears away. You took in a shuddery breath before moving to stand. “Wait,” Isaac stopped you, grabbing your wrist gently.

“I should go,” you whispered, but you didn’t try to free yourself from his grip.

“Please, Y/N. Just five minutes.” He gently pulled you back onto the bed and you kept your legs dangling off the side. He moved to sit next to you and slid his hand down from your wrist into your hand, clasping his hand with yours. You visibly stiffened and kept your gaze focused on the window. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Everything. Leaving you without a word, never calling or anything, just... Just bringing you into this whole mess in the first place, not keeping you safe, but most of all... I- I’m sorry that you loved me, or if, maybe, by some rare chance, that you still love me.”

You pursed your lips and frowned, seeing Isaac in your peripheral vision as he watched your facial expressions. “You don’t need to protect me from this. I would have found out one way or another. My brothers and I hunt monsters, if you don’t remember.” Your lower lip quivered and you squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears flow down your face. “And I understand why you left. It’s why I left too, along with some other reasons. And I kind of appreciate you not calling so I didn’t feel any more guilty than I already did.” You chuckled weakly before you pulled your knees up to your chest and pulled your hand out of his, wrapped your arms around your calves, and let soft sobs spill past your lips. “And... God dammit,” you muttered, sniffling. “Dammit Isaac, I’ve always loved you. I always will.”

His eyes widened and a soft but sad smile twitched at his lips, while awe settled into the rest of his face.

He hesitantly moved his hands to pull your arms away from yourself, draping them over his shoulders before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap, holding you tightly. You whimpered and fully wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your hands to tangle in his hair. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered as you rested your head on his shoulder and sobbed into his neck.

He pressed a kiss to your hair and waited until your sobs died down to pull his lips away. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, slowly beginning to pull away.

“Don’t be,” he told you, holding you tighter as a way to show that it was okay for you to stay. You relaxed in his arms and let out a shaky sigh, moving your legs so they laid to the side of you. “What’s this?” he asked as he caught sight of a black marking on your right shoulder blade.

You moved your arms from his neck turn around and show him the tattoo fully. “It’s an anti-possession symbol. Keeps demons out.” He pushed your hair onto your shoulder before tracing the symbol with his fingers.

“Sounds like this tattoo comes in handy for your line of work.”

“You have no idea. I have every symbol imaginable on my body in some way.” You moved off of his lap and leaned against the headboard, finally having enough strength to look at him fully.

“I don’t see any other tattoos.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “The rest are in... less visible places.” His forehead wrinkled in confusion and you shook your head. “No, not on my ass. I have sigils carved onto my ribs.”

“Sounds painful.”

“Extremely. But I had a way to have the pain taken away.”

“Like how we take pain? By giving it to ourselves?”

“No, at least, I don’t think so.”

“Then how?”

“Angel mojo, man, it can do some crazy stuff.”

“Angel mojo? Like, powers from like... Gabriel and all those guys?”

“Yeah, he’s just a lesser known angel. And trust me, the Archangels are totally overrated douche bags.”

He chuckled and you grinned. “Sounds like you’ve seen a lot.”

“Seen a lot, been through a lot, yeah.” You wiped the remaining tears off your cheeks and twisted the charm bracelet on your wrist.

“What’s on it?” he asked, gesturing to your bracelet.

“Just little things that keep me going. Devil’s trap, anti-possession symbol, my brothers’ initials, and then stuff for you guys. Deer antlers for Malia, a heel for Lydia, a fox for Kira, red string for Stiles, the triscalade, a moon, a ruby for the alpha eyes, a sapphire for the omega eyes, amber for the beta eyes, and... a bow and arrow for Allison.”

He smiled and took your hand in his, looking at all the charms. The smile quickly fell when he saw all of the scars tattering your body, and he dropped his hand to his side. “Where did you get all these scars?”

“Hunting. It’s definitely not the safest profession. Got stabbed and shot more times than I can count.”

“Then why don’t you quit?”

“Once you get into the life, it’s practically impossible to get out of it. Everything comes back one way or another. Both of my brothers tried to leave, but it did more harm than good.”

“At least you’re with the people you love.”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not with you guys.” You smiled at him before tugging at the duvet.

“You should get some sleep. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow.”

You nodded and slipped your legs under the covers, still propped up against the headboard. “Hey Isaac?”

“Yeah?”

“I... I missed you too. A lot.”

His smile grew and he took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He let go of your hand and stood.

“Wait,” you voiced, stopping him. He turned to you and tilted his head. “Do you want to... Um... stay with me?” He chuckled and moved to the other side of the bed, pulling back the comforter and looking at you questioningly, making sure it was absolutely okay. You smiled back reassuringly and slipped all the way under the covers, resting your head against the pillows. He laid next to you and pulled the comforter over his body, shifting slightly a moment later. You clicked the lamp on your side off before laying on your side, facing the wall, and nuzzled into the wall. “Are you gonna just lay there or cuddle your girlfriend you haven’t seen for two years?”

In the blink of an eye, he had both of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You laughed and held his hands, a big smile on your face. “Night, Y/N,” Isaac mumbled and you both closed your eyes, falling asleep quickly in each other’s arms.

You woke up with your head resting on Isaac’s chest, and just as your eyes fluttered open, the door creaked open. You reached for your gun under your pillow and shot up, aiming the barrel of the gun at the intruder. “Jesus, Y/N!” Scott chastised, looking at you as if you were insane.

“Sorry!” you squeaked, setting the gun back to it’s safety mode before setting it on the bedside table.

“Did you have that under the pillow the whole night?” Isaac grumbled, waking up because of the noise.

“I do every night. I’m not exactly on everyone’s good side.”

“Did you two...” Scott began before trailing off and your face grew red.

“No!” You ran a hand down your face and sighed. “I’ll be down in 10.” Scott nodded and exited.

Isaac wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back onto him. You nuzzled into his chest and hummed in content as he carded a hand through your hair, moving his free hand to rub at your hip. “Well, that was a nice way to wake up in the morning,” Isaac whispered, squeezing your hip slightly.

“Sorry about that.” You tangled your legs with his before crinkling your forehead in confusion. “Where are your pants?”

“Got too hot in them. You were practically laying on me the entire night. I forgot how hot it got whenever we slept together. You’re like a space heater.”

You smirked at him and stretched, a big yawn escaping your lips. “Can’t say I’m sorry.”

He chuckled before sitting up, pulling you up with him. “Come on, I smell bacon.”

You perked up at the word and sprung out of bed, grabbing your phone before barreling down the stairs. “Bacon?” you asked when you entered the kitchen, your forehead wrinkling when you saw everyone at the table.

“No, sadly,” Malia sighed and you frowned, turning to see Isaac walking over to you.

“You lied to me,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and sticking your bottom lip out.

“Would you have gotten up if I hadn’t?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at you. You shook your head and he smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. “Dean texted after you fell asleep last night.”

You smiled up at him before looking down at your phone and checking your messages. There was, in fact, one text from Dean.

We need to talk. Please? -DW

You smiled softly before typing out the address to Scott’s house, sending it, and setting your phone on the kitchen counter. “Alright,” you announced, looking through the cabinets. “Who wants breakfast?”

The door bell rang as soon as you took the eggs off of the stove. “I’ll get it!” Stiles announced before hurrying to the door. Three pairs of footsteps sounded as your brothers and Stiles all entered the kitchen.

You put all of the foods on separate plates and set them in the middle of the table before grabbing a stack of plates and giving one plate to everybody. “Dig in guys,” you told them before turning to Sam and Dean. Come eat, we’ll talk after.”

They nodded and you all sat at the table, Sam and Dean sitting at on side of the table, while you sat at the end of the table, Dean on your left and Isaac on your right. You fought through the sea of hands to grab some food and began eating as soon as you had enough food on your plate. “Malia!” Stiles whined when Malia started to eat food off of his plate.

“You two are like children,” you chuckled, taking a piece of bacon off of Isaac’s plate.

“Hey!” he protested, trying to take it back from you.

“I made it!”

“And it’s mine now,” Dean stated, taking it out of your hand and eating the whole piece in one bite.

You pouted and smacked his arm. “Are you coming to watch the game tonight?” Scott asked, getting up and putting his plate next to the sink, taking Kira’s as well.

“Totally!”

“It sucks that we can’t watch you like we used to when you were practicing on the cheer team,” Isaac sighed and you rolled your eyes.

“You were a cheerleader?” Sam asked, his eyebrows raised high in surprise.

“Only for like, a year,” you mumbled, shooting a glare at Isaac.

“Come on Y/N! Let’s hear one of your cheers!” Stiles teased.

You pursed your lips and stood up, everyone turning to watch you. “Give me an F!” you announced, your voice cheery as you smiled wide. “Give me a U!” You held up both middle fingers and waved them around, flipping your hair back. “Yay! Fuck you guys!” You dropped your hands and began gathering everyone’s plates. “Alright, now, go to school!”

Everyone quickly filed out of the kitchen to go to school and you searched for a tupperware to put the leftovers in. “Y/N/N?” Dean voiced and you spun around to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry about everything. Your friends are actually... really cool. I guess I was just being a little overprotective.”

You nodded and smiled at him, walking over to him and hugging him tightly. “I forgive you. I understand why you did what you did.”

Dean smiled and hugged you back, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Thanks, bug.”

He let you go and you went back to looking for a tupperware container. “Now, what sport is this game for?”

“Come on!” you shouted, you, Lydia, and Malia all standing and cheering the team on.

“Hey, sorry we’re late,” Melissa stated as her and Sheriff Stilinski sat down at the open spots next to Malia. “Thanks for the breakfast, by the way.”

“Yeah no problem. Hey sheriff.”

“Hey,” he greeted, smiling up at you. “Good to see you back, kid.”

“It’s good to be back.” You sat back down after the referee blew the whistle, the point going to the other team, making the score 10 points against 12.

“Who’s the angry guy down by the field?” Dean asked, pointing to Coach Finstock yelling at the guys and Kira.

“It’s coach. He’s always had... anger issues.” Dean nodded and Lydia handed you the bag of popcorn. You took a handful before handing it to your brothers, immediately shoving the handful into your mouth as the whistle blew. You watched as Isaac, who stole the ball, ran to the goal, throwing the ball in and you watched anxiously as the ball soared past the goalie’s head, making the goal. You shot up from your seat and cheered wildly, the popcorn that was in your mouth falling onto the head of the person in front of you. “Sorry,” you told the unfortunate person before continuing to cheer, everyone else following suit. You watched as the score board changed to a tied game, 12-12. There were 3 minutes left on the clock and just as you were about to sit down, Lydia pushed past you, her mind in a different place as she walked off the bleachers.

You and Malia exchanged a glance before you followed after her, mumbling a quick “stay here” to everyone before chasing after her. “Lydia!” you shouted, pulling you knife out of your boot. She stopped in front of the fence that blocked off the basketball courts, her eyes staring off into space. “Lydia?”

“In there...” she whispered and you nodded.

“Stay behind me.” You stepped in front of her and pushed the gate open, your knife in your hand, ready to attack as you cautiously walked onto the court. You heard sounds of a struggle and you bit your lip as you quickened your pace, walking towards the origin of the sound.

Lydia gasped as you both stumbled across the gruesome scene. A woman’s body laid lifeless on the court in a puddle of her own blood, a man hovering over her, blood on his hands. Lydia screamed and the man turned to look at you two. You ran over to the man and kicked him off the woman before holding the knife against his neck. You screamed and dropped the knife when the woman, who you thought previously was dead, grabbed you by the ankle and yanked you to the ground. You lost your breath from the impact and the woman hovered above you. “Looks like you were gonna do my job for me,” she hissed, smiling wickedly. “Can’t have that.” She wrapped her hands around your neck and you kicked at her, missing her just barely. “And it looks like I have two targets in my reach, two targets for her sacrifice.”

You clenched your teeth and kicked both legs up, your kicks hitting her right in the stomach and knocking her off of you. You grabbed the knife and tackled the woman to the ground, holding the knife to her neck. “Who are the sacrifices for?” you demanded, glaring at her.

She just laughed and you punched her, huffing and puffing as she continued to laugh. “The one who will burn, just like the rest of you.”

You bared your teeth and grunted with anger. “Give me a name!”

“Our mother of all.” She grinned wickedly, blood spilling past her lips. “The magic mother.” She coughed and you added more pressure to the knife on her neck. “She wants you.”

“Burn in Hell, bitch.” You dragged the knife across her throat and grimaced as blood sprayed onto your face and clothes. She cackled until the light faded from her eyes and you screamed in frustration.

“Y/N,” Scott voiced and you spun around to see everyone looking at you with wide eyes, their eyes growing even wider when they saw all of the blood covering you.

“You guys don’t kill people, monsters or otherwise, but I do.” You pursed your lips and tried to wipe away the blood on your skin, but it only made a bigger mess because you didn’t realize you had blood on your hands, making you look even more psychotic. “Let’s just go home. I need a shower.”

“You wanna talk about what happened back there?” Isaac asked as you got out of the car, him and your brothers following after you.

“I’ll have to take a rain check on that,” you told him, pulling the door to Sam and Dean’s motel room open.

“Y/N-”

“Isaac, I know this might not seem normal for you, but that’s normal for me.”

“Killing a woman and getting covered in her blood is normal for you?”

“More normal than you can imagine.”

“Bag’s on the table,” Dean told you, trying not to get in the middle of the argument.

You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “Damn, you sure have changed since the last time I saw you,” Isaac continued, following you out the door. You closed the door and tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for Stiles to show up so he could take you back to Scott’s so you could take a shower.

“Well that happens when you leave for another country.”

“You’re still not over that? I thought you were!”

“No, I’m not over that! I don’t think I’ll ever get over that!” You turned to face him and glared at him. “You know, this argument wouldn’t have even started if you didn’t leave in the first place! If you didn’t leave, I wouldn’t have left with my brothers to learn how to kills monsters! I wouldn’t have become so scarred from everything that has ever happened to me, both mentally scarred and physically! I wouldn’t have to carry a knife around in my boot or keep a gun under my pillow! I wouldn’t have to dream about losing everyone I’ve ever loved to all of the evil things in the world! I wouldn’t have been alone for the past two and a half years! I wouldn’t have had to adjust to sleeping in the middle of the bed instead of the left side because you always had to sleep on the right side of the bed! I wouldn’t... I wouldn’t have to cry myself to sleep every night because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you to stay with me, or that I was so shallow as to leave my friends and my home mostly because everything reminded me of you!”

“You still have friends now! You have a family now! You have a home now!”

“My ‘friends’ that I have now, besides you guys, are the King of Hell, an angel who was cast out of heaven for pulling Dean out of Hell, and God himself. The only actual family I have now that is still alive is that same angel and my brothers, and my home is that car or a fucking bunker! And yes, I do have that, and I am grateful that I still have all of that, but the life I have is much worse than the material things that I have. I have watched my brothers be on the brink of death or actually die more times than I can count! Dean became a demon after he died when he had one of the oldest curses from the bible! He tried to kill me! We caused all of the angels to fall from heaven! We brought God’s sister back and she tried to destroy the universe! We opened the gates of hell and almost died when we tried to close them. We brought Lucifer back to earth, and he’s still on earth, possessing the fucking president, and he about to have a child! The list goes on! So, tell me that my life is amazing, and it was a good thing that you left Beacon Hills!”

You turned on your heel and walked back inside the motel room, throwing your bag down on the floor before retreating into the bathroom. “Y/N/N,” Sam stated, followed by footsteps nearing the bathroom.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” you told him, turning on the shower and stripping out of your clothes. You didn’t even wait for the water to heat up before you stepped into the shower, letting the cold water wash over your body.

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helplesslyinlovewithcharacters · 7 years

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Backup Plan - Derek Hale x Reader

This is part of @sincerelysaraahh writing challenge! My prompt was playing in the rain plus "If I get sick, I swear I will kill you", I had so much fun writing this!

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

Rain fell onto the windscreen of the Camaro as Derek focused on the road in front of them that was becoming increasingly harder to see. The windscreen wipers made little difference as the droplets started to fall at a faster pace. (Y/n) turned on the heater, the chill from the sudden change of weather making her shiver. Before she could reach for her own jacket, Derek was passing her his, placing it in her lap while keeping his eyes trained on the road. With a soft smile on her face, she leant over the gear stick, placing a tender kiss to his cheek.

“Thanks” A small smile tugged at Derek’s cheeks as he nodded in response.

“I’m sorry things didn’t go as planned, I know how much you were looking forward to this picnic” (Y/n) snickered under her breath, they must have looked ridiculous when they ran to the Camaro, carrying bags full of food while using the picnic blankets to cover their heads when it started to rain. She should have known it was too late in the year to have a picnic but there hadn’t been any sign of rain on the weather report in the morning.

“It’s okay,” She reached for his free hand. “We can do it another time”

They fell into a comfortable silence as Derek focused on driving. They had just reached the outskirts of Beacon Hills when the car started to make a loud sputtering noise.

“What was that?” The car started to slow down despite Derek pressing the pedal to the floor.

“It won’t do anything” All he could do was get them to the edge of the road before the engine died with a final groan. They sat in a shocked silence as they looked outside, neither of them wanting to move as the rain continued to fall. Letting out a heavy sigh, Derek opened his door and stepped into the cold. Raindrops ran down his neck as he popped the hood of the Camaro and craned his head to look inside. He struggled to make anything out until a bright light was shone onto the engine. (Y/n) was standing by his side, holding his jacket over her head while using her phone’s torch to give him a better view of the engine.

“(Y/n/n), go back in the car, this will only take a minute” Derek worried his bottom lip as he tried to figure out how the hell to fix his car.

“Do you know anything about cars?” There was a humorous edge to (y/n)’s tone as she watched Derek scowl at the engine as if it would suddenly confess as to why it had stopped.

“Do you?” She forced herself not to laugh as his tone became more irritated.

“No” The only sound was the splatter of rain hitting the tarmac as Derek fiddled with different parts of the engine before letting out a defeated sigh.

“Well, that makes two of us” Derek pulled the bonnet back down, running his hands through his wet hair. (Y/n) walked towards him, pocketing her phone before pulling his jacket over her shoulders, deciding that trying to keep her hair dry was a losing battle, she was already soaked. Taking his hands in hers, she leant onto the tips of her toes before pressing a tender kiss to his lips. Derek relaxed instantly, letting his lips move with hers as he let go of her hand in favour of drawing her closer. (Y/n) pulled away with an excited smile on her face.

“What?” Her smile only grew as she took a step backwards.

“Dance with me”

“(Y/n), we should get in the car and call for help” She pushed out her bottom lip, knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to cave. Derek glared at her for a minute before wrapping an arm around her waist while bringing their entwined hands to rest against his chest. They turned in slow circles, laughing when their feet slipped on the wet tarmac. The road was deserted, giving them the perfect space to dance on.

They continued to mess around, splashing one another as they jumped into puddles until (y/n) started to shiver against Derek and he insisted that they got back in the car. They huddled into the back seat, using the slightly damp picnic blankets to keep them warm. (Y/n) opened a packet of crisps as Derek pulled out his phone to call for help. His tone was clipped throughout the call as he argued with the operator of the recovery service. With a sigh, he ended the call and let his phone fall into his lap.

“They’ll be here in half an hour to an hour” Derek scrubbed his hands down his face, an aggravated groan escaping his lips as (y/n) pulled at his arms and snuggled into his side.

“At least we have food” He snickered as he pressed kisses to her wet hair. "If I get sick, I swear I will kill you"

Derek let out a surprised huff, his brow furrowing as he glared at his girlfriend. “It was your idea to play in the rain”

(Y/n) only smiled as she burrowed further under the picnic blanket. “It was your stupid car that decided to break”

Derek crossed his arms, a pout forming on his lips despite his efforts to keep a neutral expression. He refused to look at (y/n), even when she clambered onto his lap and pressed kisses across his face. She played with the ends of his hair as she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

“My car isn’t stupid” Derek didn’t care how juvenile he sounded, the day had been bad enough without his girlfriend insulting his beloved car. (Y/n) poorly concealed her laughter behind a cough as she nodded her head.

“Of course not babe, it’s great. Very sleek, very sexy” His scowl deepened as (y/n) giggled under her breath. Sensing his oncoming sulk, she leant forward, connecting their lips in a tender kiss as her fingers weaved through his wet hair. Derek could only hold off and pretend to be angry for so long before he found himself tugging her closer as his hands dipped under his jacket and traced the hem of her jumper.

The couple broke apart when there was a loud, persistent knock on the window. Outside stood a tired and aggravated looking recovery officer, his uniform drenched as he glared at the two of them. (Y/n) slid off Derek’s lap as he opened the door to talk to the man, apologies tumbling from his lips as she struggled to contain her laughter. Maybe the date hadn’t gone according to plan, but the backup hadn’t been so bad after all.

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jayankles · 7 years

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How Do We Fix This?

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader(platonic) Word Count: 1224 Request: @jotink78 - Congrats, Bailey! Can we ask on a reblog or do you need us to send you an ask? If reblogs are ok, I pick Sam and #1! You guys need to go check Bailey out! Give her some love for her 300 follower celebration and if you’re not already following her, do it now! :) Prompt: 1) 'Did you...did you just bite me?' A/N - To the amazing Joanie that requested this, I love you and I had way too much fun writing this one so now it is the beginning of a new series. This one is for you.

There is also a lot of Dean in this one I promise there will e more Sam in the next part

Adjusting your eyes in the dark and dimly lit room, your ears perked up at the sound of a baby's cries.

'Sam, get the baby.'

Hold on, you didn't have a baby.

You shot up in your bed and saw a baby with a small head of hair and only a diaper to cover itself. You turned on your lamp, discovering that Sam was missing.

Slipping out of bed, you wrapped a robe around your body and went in search of a small blanket to warm the infant that was in your bed. Thankfully, there was a small enough blanket for the child. After checking the gender, you discovered it to be a boy. Securing the baby in the blanket you picked him up, cradling him close to your body, supporting him under his head.

You had to do something, but what? What could you possibly do? You had never had a lot of experience with babies, only the rare ones on a hunt but they were usually at least three years old.

Pacing around the room, you tried to hush the crying infant, the cries only subsides to little whimpers and you could tell he was in distress.

You had to find Sam or Dean. How did a baby get into your bed?

Changing the baby's position, so he sat on your hip, your hand protecting the back of his head quickly before you brought it in front of his so he could play with your fingers to remain occupied.

Strolling out of your room, you began your search for your missing boyfriend and his brother. It wasn't long before his little, chubby hand wrapped around one of your fingers.

'You cheeky monkey. Did you...did you just bite me?' Well you wouldn't necessarily call it a bite, it was more of the infants gums around your index finger.

The baby giggled and you couldn't help but reciprocate the happiness this baby radiated. 'You're so cute, you know that? Well you are. Yes you are.' The little baby's dimples we're sinking into its cheeks, it reminded you of Sam.

'Okay, baby boy, how about we go find Sam and Dean huh?'

The room closest was Dean's. It was a good place to start. You knocked on the door and bounced the baby on your hip. As Dean gave you permission to enter, you kissed the baby's forehead and silently prayed before entering.

'What's up...why do you have a baby? Where did that come from? Where's Sam?'

'Dean! Shut up, you're gonna scare him.' You said rubbing the former's back and shushing the whimpers that escaped as Dean brutally threw out questions with a raised voice. 'I don't know where Sam is, nor where this baby came from. I assumed that Sam was in the kitchen getting something to eat. Or in the library, because that's all that nerd does. Freaking research. But, Dean, I have a bad feeling about this.'

'Don't say that. You're the voice of reason and every time you say something bad is gonna happen, it does. And you know I hate it when you're right!'

Dean ran his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. This was his game face, you hoped he would come up with a plan to get everything back to normal. To get Sam back and the baby to its parents or wherever it came from.

'I'm gonna go check the kitchen then the library for Sammy.' Just then the child released your fingers and waved his tiny arm around, landing a hit on your chest. 'Ow, what do you want, baby boy?'

The baby whimpered again but this time as you tried to soothe him, it only made him cry more. The whole baby business was frustrating, you didn't know where it had come from, you didn't know what it wanted and you had no way of changing his diaper or feeding him.

'Give him to me.' Dean's maternal instincts took over as your cooing did nothing but make the baby cry with more force than before. 'Go get dressed, we'll go to the store. Pick up a few things for the little guy. He's gotta be hungry or needs his diaper changed.'

You never thought about Dean as a father figure, but in reality he had took care of Sam when they both little. He knew how to put others first before he even thought about himself in any situation. To say you were shocked with his quick thinking would be an understatement. Your eyebrows flew to the top of your head and your eyes were wide, you hadn't seen Dean care for another human being like this other than his brother.

Handing over the crying infant, you blew out a small sigh of relief. Quickly thanking him, you ran to your be deep and swiftly changed into a pair of jeans and had thrown on one of Sam's hoodies. You tugged the socks up your feet and lace up your boots, you tried one more time, calling out to Sam but still nothing.

Dean looked up as you emerged through the corridor, heading to the steel stairs that led out of the Men of Letters bunker, where he was currently waiting with the keys to the impala in hand.

When you got outside, you opened the passengers side and got in, waiting for the child to be placed in your lap as soon as you buckled your seatbelt.

Settled in, Dean closed the door and rushed to the other side.

'Please be careful, we have a child in the car. Not too fast.'

'Oh sweetheart if you wanted a child with me, you didn't have to string my brother along. Could've just asked me.' He smirked and winked as he put the key in the ignition, the impala roaring to life and he pulled out and into the road.

You rolled your eyes at the flirty banter that usually occurred between the two of you. 'And this is why I chose your brother. He's not an arrogant asshole like you, sweetheart.'

'Oh come on. You know you love me.'

'Of course I love you, I kind of have to if I love your brother so much. Need to be on his good side if I wanna get laid, why do you think we get on so well. I just about tolerate you, to be fair. No but seriously, your a great guy under all that over masculine charade. Garth was right, once you get under that hard exterior, you're like a big cuddly teddy bear.'

'Well thanks. And here I was thinking that you just liked me for my beautiful face, quick wit and Star Wars references.' You sneaked a peak at him with your tongue between your teeth, a smile adorned his face and he was shaking his head.

'At first...eh...but then I saw your brother and oh boy, sorry to have to say this Dean, but your brother's way better than you. He's taller, he's got those cute little dimples and just all around dreamy.'

'And look at that...chick flick moment over. Great, thanks for that. I feel blessed that you're an honorary Winchester.'

The car halted, it wasn't until you looked out of the wind shield that you noticed you were outside of the store.

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Oneshots (Part 1)

Loss by sebbys-girl

Dear Alexander, It’s Quiet Uptown by buckyywiththegoodhair

Home by buckyywiththegoodhair

Nervous by buckyywiththegoodhair

Misunderstanding by buckyywiththegoodhair

More Than Words by buckyywiththegoodhair

Effortless by buckyywiththegoodhair

Toxic by buckyywiththegoodhair

Gratitude by buckyywiththegoodhair

Out of Control by myinnerinside

That’s Mine by howlingbarnes

Dance With Me by plumfondler

You mentioned something about being in love? by writing-soldiers

The One That Got Away by imaginingbucky

Angel by redgillan

Texas Trip by callie-swagg1

Tease by professional-fandoms

What You May Hear by marvelatmytrash

Blind Date by aubzylynn

Lost All Ambition for Worldly Acclaim by bubble-tea-bunny

Have You Got Color in Your Cheeks by bubble-tea-bunny

Body Moves by bubble-tea-bunny

Something About by bubble-tea-bunny

Little Notes by marvelfic

Mocha by verycoolveryunique

Untitled Oneshot by imaginingbucky

Prompt 29 by promarvelfangirl

Untitled Oneshot by assembletheimagines

Rest of My Life by aubzylynn

Prompt 44 by writing-soldiers

Lucky by imaginexsa

Prompt 24 by imaginingbucky

Prompt 36 by imaginingbucky

Temptation by mercedesbarnes

Woods of Chaos by 221bshrlocked

All I Ask by waitingfortherightpartner

Despacito by persephone-is-here-omg

Falling for You by mindingmyownbusiness

Colour by sgtbbvrnes

What’s a Soulmate by sgtbbvrnes

Morning Tide by sgtbbvrnes

But He Is by sgtbbvrnes

Home by sgtbbvrnes

Past/Present by sgtbbvrnes

Steve’s Little Sister by sgtbbvrnes

Falling by sgtbbvrnes

Coffeeshop Soundtrack by sgtbbvrnes

Memories by sgtbbvrnes

Laundromat Adventures by sgtbbvrnes

Soft by sgtbbvrnes

Someone Like You by imaginexsa

An Angel & Her Assassin by winchester-with-wings

Happy Birthday by watchmemarvel

Acceptance Speech by buckyywiththegoodhair

A Wish for 100 by viollettes

Say That Again by justsomebucky

Your Voice by imaginexsa

Fire and Ice by thorne93

Sharing a Room by gaybybirth

Shape of You by girl-next-door-writes

You’re the One That I Want by imaginexsa

Thump Thump by sebbytrash

Incomplete by themcuhasruinedme

Christmas Shopping by oneshot-shit

Old Man Buck by imaginexsa

Princess by imaginexsa

A Towel is All You Need by imaginexsa

Karaoke & Cuddles by imaginexsa

Company by imaginexsa

Beautiful by imaginexsa

The Way to Your Heart by imaginexsa

Casual Mornings by imaginexsa

Silhouette by imaginexsa

I’m Yours, You’re Mine by imaginexsa

Satisfaction by imaginexsa

Mr. Right by imaginexsa

Give Me Love by imaginexsa

You’re Welcome by imaginexsa

Dream by imaginexsa

Whiskey by lovelynemesis

In the Dark by persephone-is-here-omg

Don’t Objectify Me by oneshot-shit

Dream a Little Dream by pickledmoon

Something Just Like This by justsomebucky

Stormy Nights by yesbucky

Prompt 217 by imaginingbucky

Prompts 7, 18, and 44 by multifandomwatson

Summer Soldier by themanwithovtfear

Prompts 9 and 42 by writingruna

Prompt 77 by writingruna

Hot Buns by imaginexsa

Handsome Stranger by aubzylynn

Prompts 39, 25, 30, and 6 by aubzylynn

Oh, right, I forgot to add that lol by aubzylynn

Exhausted by aubzylynn

Partner by aubzylynn

Creampuff Heist by viollettes

Just Another Bucky Smut by gaybybirth

Are You All Right by writing-soldiers

Trouble by imhereforbvcky

Unexposed by thatawkwardtinyperson

Bucky and His Service Dog by thatawkwardtinyperson

100 Banging Kinks: Hot and Cold Play by assembletheimagines

100 Banging Kinks: Fuck Machine by assembletheimagines

50 - Chair Sex by bucky-plums-barnes

Bucky Gets a Tumblr by thatawkwardtinyperson

Cheatin’ on Me by werewolfbuckybarnes

Break Up With Him by aingealcethlenn

Birthday Suit by zimniysoldat-fiction

Princess Plugs by asirenscalling

Want You Babygirl by thatawkwardtinyperson

Birthday Boy by oneshot-shit

I’m Sorry by sprinkleofhappinessuniverse

Salvation by marvelingatthewonder

Everyday by spoonfulofsexy

Don’t Stand So Close to Me by songsaboutbucky

Stop Moving by oneshot-shit

Let Me Fall by poemwriter98

Caught by sebbymylove16

Untitled Oneshot by bbbarneswrites

Prompts 57, 101, and 107 by aubzylynn

What’re You Thinking About by gaybybirth

Dinner by avengerschatroom

Of Blankets and Bubbles by sarahwroteathing

To Steal a Kiss by imhereforbvcky

Family Ties by 4theluvofall

Sixteen Days by sugardaddytonystark

Happier by sincerelysaraahh

It’s Okay by winchester-with-wings

Seeking Roommate for Apartment in Brooklyn by backpackfullofplums

Steadier Footing by serzhantkris

Bucky Drabble by charliesbackbitches

Hidden Lagoons and Seashells by after-avenging-hours

Far Past Heaven by abovethesmokestacks

Prompts 67 and 84 by assembletheimagines

Undercover by assembletheimagines

Eyes that Sparkle by assembletheimagines

There’s Still Time by avengersassemble-imagines

Tea by whatisaheroanyway

Vanished by backpackfullofplums

Lips by james-bionic-barnes

Nights Like These by buckys-shield

Hero by emilyevanston

Little Sister by backpackfullofplums

Giving Bucky a Lapdance by bucky-plums-barnes

Air B&E by avengerofyourheart

Into You by marveliskindacool

Dinner Party by supersoldierslover

Body Language by papi-chulo-bucky

Mornings With Bucky by assembletheimagines

Devil May Cry by imaginexsa

Truth or Dare by gaybybirth

Blue Orchids by iwillbeinmynest

Touch by odinhson

Second Chance by this-ginger-has-no-sould

Roses by odinhson

Little Spoon by missxavenger

Water Under the Bridge by backpackfullofplums

Reversal of Roles by andtheniwrotemarvel

Sore by minervaem

Stardust by odinhson

Smooth Criminal by redgillan

No Regrets by imaginativemarvel

In the Dark of Night by kellieabro

Flowers by winterbvrnes

Headliner by iwillbeinmynest

Sudsy by thatawkwardtinyperson

Such a Flirt by cumonbucky

Rejection by buckys-shield

Shattered by hunters-from-stark-tower

Together or Alone by girl-next-door-writes

I Knew It by buckysmetallicstump

Where You Belong by katbird787

Anything For My Best Girl by hellomissmabel

Magical, Truly by marvelingatthewonder

Second Chances by marvelous-heroimagines

Sweater Weather by mcuimxgine

I Can’t Help Fallin’ In Love by sophs-the-name

Duet by iwillbeinmynest

Prompts 36 and 16 by buckyskorpion

Cookies and Cream by marvelous-heroimagines

The Fear You Won’t Fall by 4theluvofall

Take a Break by meme-lord-and-savior-sebastian

Comfort: Family Issues by theassetseyeliner

Safe by mcuimxgine

The Jacket by imaginesofeveryfandom

Heated Weather, Crimson Blush by bucky-bear-barnes

Neighbors by rogerthat-bucky

Kiss My Ass by rogerthat-bucky

Abuse by rogerthat-bucky

Lazy Day by rogerthat-bucky

Butts by rogerthat-bucky

His Shirt by rogerthat-bucky

Sleepy by rogerthat-bucky

Wounds by rogerthat-bucky

You Good by marvelous-imagining

Treat You Better by rogerthat-bucky

Mission Save the Princess by rogerthat-bucky

Growing Old by rogerthat-bucky

Day Off by avengers1shots

Who is the Winter Soldier by rogerthat-bucky

Political Lovers by rogerthat-bucky

Beside the Beach by rogerthat-bucky

Nightmares by rogerthat-bucky

Homecoming by rogerthat-bucky

Prank War by rogerthat-bucky

Broken by rogerthat-bucky

Scars by rogerthat-bucky

Happy Endings by rogerthat-bucky

Do You Want Ice Cream by rogerthat-bucky

Boner Puns by rogerthat-bucky

The Number Three by rogerthat-bucky

Shall We Dance by rogerthat-bucky

Oh, Shit by rogerthat-bucky

Dark Divine by sebbytrash

Catch Me by barnes-heaven

I’m In Love With Bucky Barnes by flightofthefantasies

Soulmates by bucky-plums-barnes

Music Man by hymnofthevalkyrie

I Don’t Need Your Assistance by captnbarnesrogers

Talk to Me by teachingoutsidethebinary

No Longer by mercedesbarnes

Date Night by another-writer

Saltwater by mcuimaginesandstuff

His Winter Comrade by zimniysoldat-fiction

For My Eyes Only by buckybarnesstar

Jealousy Induced Hickey Attack by bucky-bear-barnes

Stay by mindingmyownbusiness

Real Doctors Don’t Have Tattoos by oneshot-shit

Knives by the-girl-without-a-face

Prompt 13 by lilhemmo

Soldat by writing-soldiers

Space Heater by james-bionic-barnes

Intertwined by theassetseyeliner

Sick of Hiding by marvelous-imagining

Hey, It’s Okay by nopevilleluas

Heat of the Moment by odinhson

Perfect Just the Way You Are by tilltheendwilliwrite

Memories by assembletheimagines

Tattooed Gal by this-ginger-has-no-soul

Under His Spell by star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Inevitable by lovelynemisis

His Rose by sebbytrash

Lovesick by bionic-buckyb

Midnight Snack by aubzylynn

Last Night by aubzylynn

Leather Jacket by buckybarnesstar

Just Add Confidence by jokesonjess

Seven Signs by anakin-skywalkers

Anchor by winter-childrens

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