#kevin tran x reader

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Running with You

Kevin Tran x Winchester sister!reader, Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: just a little series of snippets of your relationship with Kevin (and Sam and Dean…it was mostly supposed to be about Kevin, but those stupid brothers wormed their way into more scenes than I thought they would)

Meeting a prophet for the first time didn’t go exactly as you’d thought it would. First of all, he was your age. Second, he was a total nerd. And third…

He was kind of cute.

The two of you hit it off almost immediately. But of course he had a girlfriend, so you had to back off—but Kevin still made a great friend.

He was incredibly panicked to find out he was a prophet, and your idiot big brothers weren’t very good at calming or comforting, so you took over that role. Ever since then, Kevin and you became fast friends.

You were there for him when his life fell apart. He was there for you when you were scared for Sam—just out of hell and very traumatized. You comforted him when Crowley killed his girlfriend, and…

And you were both there for each other when Dean went to purgatory, and Sam was too traumatized to keep going.

Sam walked away from the leviathan fight with no will to fight…really, no will to live. But when Crowley took Kevin, you couldn’t just let him go.

You were the one who helped Kevin escape, and you were the one who was there with him on the run for a whole year…

…

“C’mon Kevin, let me in! That was the secret knock!”

“But you didn’t do the secret password!” Kevin’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. You groaned.

“Kevin, I did the password.”

“That was the old one.”

“You changed it again,” you groaned. “Kev, I can’t keep up with the password if you change it every week. Just let me in.”

“Fine,” Kevin grumbled, and you heard lock after lock begin to unlock. “But I’m spraying you with holy water the second the door comes open.”

“When have you ever not?” You teased him. True to his word, your face got blasted from Kevin’s water gun the minute the door creaked open. You wiped the water off your face good-naturedly and stepped inside with your groceries. You liked to tease Kevin about all of his safety precautions, but only because it was better than the alternative; if you couldn’t laugh about how scared the two of you were all the time, you’d just…well, you’d just be scared all the time.

The two of you had spent the past year on the run from Crowley and his black-eyes minions, and there was no such thing as too careful. You’d thought about calling Sam once or twice, just to check in, but you didn’t know how. He’d gotten rid of his usual numbers, and so had you; the two of you were completely cut off. That was by far the hardest part of being on the run. You hoped that Sam was happy—that he’d really gotten away from the life like he’d planned—he deserved it, he really did.

You couldn’t blame him for checking out after Dean…after he died. You couldn’t; because you knew exactly how it felt. After Sam had gone to hell, you hadn’t wanted to hunt either. You’d thrown away all your old phones, and you’d gone to Lisa’s with Dean, and you had just checked out. You knew what Dean was doing late at night with those books and with the computer—he was trying to find a way to save Sam. Once or twice you had even found it in you to join him in his research—but the dead ends just hurt too much, and you couldn’t do it anymore.

So you couldn’t blame Sam for checking out the same way. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt, especially since you hadn’t seen him in almost a year.

You forced yourself to shake off your melancholy as you focused on Kevin.

“How’s Patricia?” You asked. “She do anything crazy while I was gone?”

“Just shook the fridge a couple of times.” Kevin shrugged. “She seems to be in a good mood today.”

“Patricia” was an inside joke between you and Kevin. Ever since you’d found this safehouse, the weirdest things seemed to happen inside—the fridge shook in the middle of the night, food went missing, and even good things like the holy water guns being refilled without either of you touching them. You couldn’t remember who had named Patricia, but it didn’t matter; she was here to stay, and you’d done every test for a ghost or a poltergeist with nothing to show for it.

A harsh knock at the now-locked door behind you broke the lightheartedness in the air. You whipped around, and Kevin instinctually raised the holy water gun.

“Y/N?” You could’ve sworn your heart stopped at the sound of your big brother’s voice.

“Sam?” You reached for the handle, but Kevin grabbed your arm.

“It might not be him,” he argued. “Or he could be possessed.”

“Y/N it’s me!” Sam’s voice came again. “I know you’re here, and I know Kevin’s there too. We tracked you down, we need to talk to you.”

Neither you nor Kevin moved, but your mind was now going a mile a minute. Why would Sam track you down after so long? What did he need? And why did he keep saying “we”? The last question seemed the easiest to ask.

“Who’s we?” You demanded. There was a long silence on the other side of the door.

“Honey, please just let me in. I promise I can explain everything, but—“

“How do I know you’re you?” You challenged. Again, you were met with a king silence.

“Sweetheart—“ your heart stopped at the voice of your oldest brother. “Let us in. It…it’s us.”

You threw Kevin’s hand off your arm even as he argued with you—

“Y/N, no, it’s not them, you don’t know that—“

You completely ignored him, pushing him out of your way and clicking lock after lock until finally, you flung the door open to see the two people you missed most in the world.

The three of you stood there in silence, sizing each other up—Sam and Dean seeing how much you’d changed, and you gaping up at your brothers in disbelief. The silence was broken when Kevin took a half step forward and sprayed both of your brothers with his holy water gun.

“Seriously?” Sam grumbled, but Dean didn’t complain. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off you, and you couldn’t seem to tear your gaze away from him, either.

“Dean?” You whispered, the sound of his name shattering the silence.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

You couldn’t hug him fast enough.

…

“So…” Dean glanced between you and Kevin, his features twitching into a suspicious glare. “What have you two been up to?”

You’d gotten the year recap from Sam and Dean, so now it was your turn to give your account.

“Oh, you know, running from Crowley,” you scoffed. You knew that wasn’t all that Dean meant—he was eyeing Kevin strangely, and you knew why.

“And you two are…” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes as Dean searched for a word. “What, just besties now?”

“Actually…” Kevin glanced to you for permission, and you nodded subtly. “We’re kinda going out.”

“Well—“ you shot Kevin a wry smile. “Not out. But we’re dating.”

Kevin responded to your smile with one of his own. It wasn’t really possible to leave your safe haven for non-emergencies, but the two of you spent so much time together that dates weren’t all that necessary. You weren’t sure when exactly your relationship with Kevin moved on from “just friends”, but it probably had something to do with the first time you kissed him…

It was at the first safehouse you’d bunkered down in after escaping from the demons. You were both soaked to the skin—you’d gone on a supply run, and it had started raining; you’d had to stuff the groceries under your jackets to keep them dry. The two of you hadn’t been in the safehouse ten minutes before a hoard of demons made their presence known by kicking down the door.

“Kevin!” You yelled a warning to the prophet just as a demon made to grab him—Kevin twisted away just in time, reaching for the holy water gun. He struggled to get a grip on it, his hands still soaked. Before he could, a second demon grabbed onto Kevin’s arm while the third and final demon knocked you back, keeping you away from Kevin.

Your back smashed against the kitchen counter, and you found yourself grasping for anything in reach to use as a weapon. Your hand closed around something cool—glass, maybe. Without even giving it a glance, you threw it at the demon keeping you from defending Kevin.

You got lucky—the glass container shattered against the demon’s face, and he began to scream as the cuts sizzled and burned; it was a salt shaker.

The second and first demon—both of whom now had a hold on Kevin—were momentarily distracted; it was all the prophet needed to twist away long enough to latch his fingers onto the water gun, and he brought it around and sprayed both demons in the face.

“Kevin, let’s go!” You’d gotten around the demons while they howled in pain, and now you hesitated in the doorway, waiting for Kevin to escape with you.

“No!” The demon howled. You saw the knife too late to stop it. “If we can’t have him, no one can!”

The demon buried the knife into Kevin’s stomach.

“No!” You screamed. Kevin gasped in pain—or shock—his mouth hanging open and his eyes darting down to the knife. The first demon glared at you, while the other two shared twin grins; then all three vanished.

“Kevin…” you whimpered as you took hesitant steps forward. Your hands were shaking as you reached for your friend—you knew enough to know not to take the knife out—and you grabbed hold of his jacket and eased it to the side to get a better look at…

The knife, stuck in a pound of ground beef from the market that Kevin had forgotten to take out of his jacket.

Kevin’s face brightened, his features lightening in relief. You just stared for a long minute, unable to still your runaway heart.

“Y/N?” Kevin breathed. “It’s…it’s ok. I’m—“

He never got to finish his sentence. You yanked the stabbed beef out of his inner pocket, throwing it across the room before snatching hold of his collar and yanking him towards you.

Kevin was stiff from shock for the first few seconds of the kiss, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he relaxed.

“Never scare me like that again,” you breathed when you finally pulled away.

Kevin’s grin was a mile wide.

“Yes ma’am.”

You snapped out of your memory when you heard your brothers start to speak.

“Congrats, guys,” Sam muttered awkwardly, while at the same time Dean grumbled—“oh boy.”

You couldn’t resist the eye roll this time—you should’ve known your brothers would make this weird.

“So—“ you broke the awkward silence. “I assume you came here for a reason. What’s going on?”

…

“Hey Kevin, let’s talk.”

Things had been calm for less than five before Dean brought up what you knew was coming.

“Uhh…” Kevin’s panicked eyes met yours. “Yeah, just, uh…just give me a second.” Kevin pulled you out of earshot of Dean.

“What?” You hissed. “You knew this was coming.”

“Yeah but you said you’d be there!” Kevin argued.

“No I didn’t,” you countered. “I said I’d step in if Dean went too far, I never said I’d babysit you any time Dean was around. This conversation is inevitable Kevin, I can’t stop Dean.”

“Fine.” Kevin huffed. “Can we at least have a code word.”

“For what?” You bit back a laugh.

“For if things get crazy!” Kevin struggled to keep his voice at a whisper.

“This isn’t a secret mission, Kevin.” You couldn’t hold back a little snicker at this. “If you need me, just say my name. It doesn’t have to be in code.”

“Your name.” Kevin took a deep breath. “Your name. Ok, I can do that.”

“Good.” You grinned, and you hoped it didn’t look too mocking. “Now go get him.”

…

“See?” You greeted Kevin as he returned from his talk with Dean—Dean looked much more happy than Kevin. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Uh…uh huh,” Kevin muttered. You cringed.

“He was a jerk, wasn’t he?” You asked.

“Uh huh.”

“Oh boy. C’mon, let’s go get some ice cream.”

…

“Hey Sam,” you greeted as you and Kevin watched Sam stride purposefully into the war room of the bunker. Sam however, didn’t say a word.

In three long strides, he reached Kevin. You watched in bewilderment as Sam stretched out his hand, realizing too late the truth—it wasn’t Sam.

His eyes flashed blue just as Dean burst into the room behind him.

“No!” Dean cried, and you turned just in time to see Sam—Gadreel—press his open palm against Kevin’s forehead. Kevin’s eyes flashed bright white.

You were screaming, you knew you were screaming. You could hear the inhuman screech piercing the air, but somehow it didn’t feel like you—you felt absent from your body, you felt like a floating, frozen nothing, forced to watch as your boyfriend slumped to the floor, his eyes just charred remains, as someone who was supposed to be your big brother turned his back and walked away.

“Kevin?” Dean choked. The air was a vacuum of nothing—no one moved, no one breathed, as you and Dean waited for a response that you both knew wasn’t coming.

You were reaching for him now, desperate to help him, to bring him back…but Dean pulled you away, turning you until your face pressed into his shoulder so you couldn’t get a closer look at your boyfriend.

As if he could make you unsee what had already scarred itself into your mind.

…

“Kevin?”

You held your breath as the apparition in front of you blinked out, then stabilized. It was him—after all this time, it was him.

“Yes!” Kevin breathed—could ghosts breathe?—a sigh of relief when he realized you all could see him. “I’ve been haunting this place for weeks and all you guys do is mope. It’s about time.”

“Kevin?” You said again, like you still didn’t believe it.

Kevin let his eyes wander for a long moment towards you, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach for you.

“I don’t know how long I have,” he said, reluctantly turning his gaze back to your brothers. “So listen up.”

…

“My mom’s going to take me home until you guys can get the veil closed.” Kevin avoided looking at you as he spoke.

“Ok,” Dean said, and Sam nodded.

You huffed, uncomfortable with the silence.

“Can I have a minute?” You asked your brothers. They shuffled away without a word.

“It’s what I want,” Kevin said before you could speak. “I don’t want to just…being here as a ghost, it’s too much. It’s not what I want.”

“You don’t have to convince me,” you said quickly. “I…I wish you could stay here, but I understand your choice. I know it’s not the same as really being here.”

Silence reigned for several seconds.

“This sucks,” Kevin huffed finally. You couldn’t help but crack a sardonic smile.

“Yeah, it really sucks.”

“I wish we could’ve had more time.”

“Yeah.” You smirked. “We were quite the power couple.”

“Well now you’re just being cheesy,” Kevin chuckled, and you grinned.

“Hey, we got to at least try out that relationship thing—I guess that’s gonna have to be good enough.” You sighed. “Try not to drive your mom too crazy, ok?”

“Ok,” Kevin scoffed. “But only if you promise to fix your stupid brothers’ argument.”

“I’ll do my best,” you promised. Kevin turned to go. “Hey Kev?”

“Yeah?”

“Say hi to Patricia for me, ok?”

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Kevin, with a high pitched voice - Hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school to achieve my dream of becoming the President!

Y/n, with a deep voice - Nonsense, Barbie. You're staying home and having my children

Dean - What the fuck is going on here?

Kevin - *hiding behind Y/n's back*

Kevin - Nothing!

Y/n - Playing systematic oppression

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Drunk Dial|Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x Winchester! Reader Part Three- (Part One) (Part Two)

Summary: A Criminal Minds x Supernatural crossover in which Spencer gets a drunk call from the reader in the middle of the night, and becomes concerned.

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, depictions of heavy drinking, poor mental health, depression, guilt, mentions of violence probably? allusions to Spencer's addiction, i think that's everything?

WC: 2.5k (proud of this one)

a/n: i tried really hard to handle alcohol subject well, it's never my intentions to romanticize or glorify addiction, i just think this is accurate behavior for a winchester. anywayyy love y'all, hope you enjoy!

You stared at your phone buzzing on the wooden desk of your motel room, lit up with Kevin’s name. You had accumulated a handful of missed calls from him this past week, but they were becoming more frequent. You sighed deeply as the irritating sound of the buzz finally ceased, and you opened another beer.

The rim of the bottle had barely touched your lips when the buzzing began again. You groaned, flopping into the dusty cushioned chair, and finally answered it.

“Are you gonna do this every time we come up empty?” Kevin’s sharp voice rang in your ear, before you even had the chance to get out a ‘hello.’

Your head fell back against the chair in exasperation, “I just spent two weeks wandering the wilderness of Maine for nothing, I think I deserve a break.”

Kevin scoffed in response, “You haven’t even left Maine yet, have you?”

“It’s fine,” You grumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I can handle myself.”

“Not if you’re drunk, you can’t.” Kevin retorted, “If Crowley finds you-”

You hung up before he could finish, unwilling to listen to his same, overworked rant again. If Crowley found you, you’d kill him or he’d kill you, either way you weren’t worried about it.

You brought your beer to your lips again, and let the cold liquid wash down your throat, but it wasn’t quite as satisfying anymore. The liquor bottles on your bedside table caught your eye, tempting you. And you knew you shouldn’t. In the long run it didn’t help, it didn’t take the pain away, it only made you forget for a moment. But even that was too tantalizing to pass up.

Looking for Dean was beginning to feel like a hopeless pursuit, one you would never allow yourself to give up. It would become a vicious cycle you were sure you’d endure for the rest of your life- searching, failing, exhausting yourself. If you couldn't save him, the least you could do was dedicate the rest of your life to trying.

You were resigned to bearing that burden alone. Kevin helped, but it didn’t weigh on him like it did you, and you knew he wouldn’t stick around forever. And Sam… Sam somehow found peace, a better life away from the chaos. You should be happy for him, but it caused a resentment deep inside your chest to bubble into your throat, and that made you feel guilty.

The guilt was the worst part. You held so much of it, it felt like a bottomless pit in your stomach and it was nauseating. Guilt for not being able to forgive Sam, guilt for not being able to save Dean, guilt for not being able to protect Kevin. It was well-deserved, wasn’t it? If you couldn’t do those things, you deserved for it to weigh on you, so much so that it made you physically sick.

You were spiraling, again, and you concluded that you were not drunk enough.

—

You were ripped from your sleep by an array of things; your phone buzzing incessantly beside your ear, the pounding on your door that caused the throbbing in your head to worsen, and worst of all, your mouth was painfully dry.

You were still bleary-eyed as you declined the call. Your mind raced as you tried to discern who could be banging on your door. You knew you had the room for another night, so it wasn’t the motel manager. Did Kevin seriously fucking drive here all the way from Michigain? You carefully made your way to the door, instinctively blocking the bright light from your eyes as you opened it, another sharp pain shooting through your head.

Your name fell from his lips like a soft sigh of relief, and you were more confused than ever. It wasn’t Kevin, it was Spencer.

“What the hell?” You rasped out, “Are you stalking me?”

His eyes widened, and he stumbled backwards, “Am I- What? No!” He pushed past you into the messy, run-down motel room, you could tell he was on edge from the way he paced.

“Sure, come right in.” You mumbled under your breath. He ignored it.

“You called me, remember?”

Your brows knitted together as your eyes flickered back and forth. “No, I don’t,” You admitted, cringing at the prospect of you drunkenly confiding in Spencer about your feelings. “Must’ve been good, if you drove 11 hours to get here.”

“11 hours, and 22 minutes.” He corrected sharply, his eyes piercing into yours.

You rolled your eyes, and picked up a half-drank bottle of water from the floor to soothe your dry mouth. “I’m sorry, 11 hours and 22 minutes.”

The plastic bottle crinkled as you chugged its contents before tossing it haphazardly, consequently drawing Spencer’s attention to the state of your room. It was a mess of dirty clothes, crumpled food wrappers, and empty bottles from both alcohol and water. It had been a rough week, so what?

His eyes scanned the room before landing on you. He exhaled softly, “How often have you been drinking?” His gaze wasn’t scrutinizing, or judgemental, it was curious- concerned. You hated that.

You huffed, and flopped back onto your bed, leaving his question unanswered.

He continued, picking up a crumpled wrapper off the floor, “When was the last time you ate a real meal? Or… showered?” He asked, his nose wrinkling.

“It’s been awhile, so what?” You shrugged. Taking care of yourself had seemed like an impossible task recently, but you’d get to it eventually.

Your eyes followed him as he curiously wandered your room until he found your duffle bag of clothes half shoved underneath the dresser- you couldn’t exactly remember how it had gotten there. He pulled your clothes out and held them up to his nose.

Your brow shot up, “What are you doing?”

“I’m checking if they’re clean,” He folded the chosen articles of clothing neatly and set them beside you on the bed. “You need to shower.” He said firmly, though not unkindly. His gaze was unwavering as he stared at your deadpan expression.

“Fine,” You relented after a moment.

You grabbed the clothes and made your way into the bathroom. When you first climbed into the shower, the warm water cascaded down your sore body and reminded you of just how tired you were. You soaked up the relaxing sensation for a long moment, before lazily scrubbing your skin with the hotel soap. Your mind fixed on Spencer, on the phone call you couldn’t remember. What did you say that concerned him so badly he drove 11 hours and 22 minutes just to see you?

The much needed shower was nice- relieving, but it left you more tired than you were before. The bathroom door creaked as you opened it. The room was clean. Well, cleaner than it was before. Your dirty clothes had been piled in one corner of the room, the bedsheets had been straightened, and Spencer walked around collecting all the trash in a small clear bag.

Your brows furrowed as you took in the sight, “...You cleaned my room?”

“Uh.. yeah.. I hope you don’t mind, I just thought- um, well, studies- studies have linked clutter with high cortisol levels. Living in an unclean environment can negatively affect your mood, mental health, and your productivity. I… thought it might help make you feel better.” He explained, keeping his gaze on the ground.

You nodded slowly, unable to find the words. Spencer was good to you in ways you couldn’t understand, a simple gesture such as gathering empty beer bottles had you choking down a lump in your throat.

“I-I’m sorry,” He murmured, shaking his head, “I shouldn’t have, I didn’t mean to um, overstep-”

“No,” You cut him off in a soft, reassuring tone that you didn’t know you were capable of, “I- you- you didn’t have to do that. Thank you.” You said quickly, unable to meet his eyes.

An awkward tension settled between the two of you. Spencer noted the way you struggled to express even the smallest amount of vulnerability, it caused a tightness in his chest and made him wonder where and why you learned that defense mechanism.

You sat near the head of the bed, and inhaled deeply, “What happened last night? I mean what did we talk about on the phone? …I don’t remember any of it.”

He hummed in response, and his eyes fixed on an unidentifiable stain on the carpet, “”Hello?’ ‘Hey,’ ‘Hey, are you okay?’ ‘I’m sorry I left you at the hospital.’ ‘What?’ ‘I didn’t say goodbye-’”

You cut him off once you realized he was reciting the conversation from memory, “I just… need the general gist.” You laughed slightly, you don’t know why you were surprised he was capable of that, his mind seemed to catch you off guard all the time. “You can recite our entire conversation?”

“I have an eidetic memory- It’s more effective when reading, but I can also remember things I hear, and conversations fairly well.” He explained.

You nodded, it made sense. Of course he, of all people, has an eidetic memory, as if he wasn’t smart enough already. “Cool.”

His brows furrowed, that wasn’t the response he usually got. He was more accustomed to the weirded out glances people shot him. He wanted to ask you about it, about why you found it cool, but he didn’t want to get off-track. “The general gist?”

You nodded in confirmation, mentally preparing yourself for the impending embarrassment.

“You apologized for leaving the hospital without saying goodbye, you… talked about your brothers… you apologized a lot, for a lot of different things.” His voice grew quieter with every word. He saw your wince at his words, and neglected recounting your rambles about how you weren’t good enough. He figured he’d save you the embarrassment he knew you’d feel upon hearing it.

You let out a quiet groan, your cheeks grew warm. “I’m sorry you had to listen to all that, and that you… felt like you had to drive all the way here to check on me.” You shouldn’t have called him, you should’ve been able to take care of yourself.

“No, I- I wanted to.” Hesitantly, he sat at the foot of the bed and faced you. He sighed and swallowed, “I know that you’re… struggling, and I know that because a few years ago, I was struggling too. And I just… want to help you, the way I wished someone would’ve helped me.”

You inhaled deeply and looked away from him, unsure of how to respond to that confession. Instinctively, you wanted to push him away, to tell him you didn’t need help, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. “I don’t know how to…” You trailed off with a shrug.

“That’s okay,” He reached out, and cradled your hands in his, you tensed at the unexpected contact, then let yourself relax.

“We can figure it out. Next time you want to drink, call me instead.” He offered gently.

You pinched the bridge of your nose with a groan. The alcohol wasn’t the problem, it was everything else, it was all of the thoughts in your head that you couldn’t get to be quiet. “I’m not an alcoholic, I don’t need a sponsor.”

He exhaled sharply, and gestured to the trash bag filled with empty alcohol bottles, “The amount of alcohol you have been drinking is unhealthy.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Spencer, I’m tired.” You sighed, before he had the chance to tell you about the 12 steps of sobriety or the effects alcohol had on your brain and liver. You weren’t ready for this conversation, and you didn’t have the energy for it right now. “I just want to go to sleep, okay?”

He stared at you, jaw clenched, before reluctantly nodding, “Okay, I’ll um, I’ll let you sleep.”

“You’re not gonna stay with me?” The words slipped from your lips, and they seemed to surprise him as much as they surprised you. You didn’t regret it though, because you did want him to stay, there was something innately comforting about him, and you needed that comfort.

He stood from the bed, fiddling with his hands as he always seemed to do, “Um, I don’t know that that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

He looked up at you, which was a mistake, because the moment he saw your tired eyes pleading for him to stay, he couldn’t say no.

“Okay” He agreed softly, making his way to the other side of the bed. He laid beside you on the bed, and you followed suit. Despite the respectable distance between the two of you, his body was rigid, careful not to move a single hair out of place and cross the imaginary line dividing the bed.

The room was silent, aside from the quiet sounds of breathing. Your eyes were growing heavier as you reflected on the past week, your phone call with Kevin, your conversation with Spencer. Maybe, they were right, maybe you did need to get it together, get back on the road, find something to hunt. What good was rotting in a nasty hotel room going to do you?

Spencer was thinking too, wondering about you. Why do you act the way you do? Why are you so closed off? The silence didn’t bother you, but it was deafening to him. All of these questions raced through his head, but he could bring himself to ask them.

Finally, he swallowed, “You… think that my eidetic memory is cool?”

You furrowed your brows, his question pulling you from your thoughts, “Yeah, I do. Why?”

“Most people don’t, they usually think it’s weird. They think I’m… weird.”

Your head lolled to the side to face him as you spoke, “No, you're cool. Don’t let that go to your head, though.” You teased softly, your tiredness seeping into your voice.

His head lolled to the side too, and your face was close. Too close for his personal preference, but he didn’t move. “You think I’m cool?” He asked skeptically.

Spencer wasn’t cool in the traditional sense, he didn’t wear a leather jacket or ride a motorcycle or do anything else that the main character of a shitty romance might do. No, he was cool in other ways. His intelligence was the first thing that stood out, then his genuine kindness, and he worked for the goddamn FBI.

“Yeah, I think you’re cool.”

His lips curled into a bashful smile, “Well, if it’s any consolation… I think you’re cool too.”

“Really?” You asked, raising your eyebrow. You were the opposite of cool, you were a mess.

“Yeah, you totally got that edgy-loner thing going on.” He said, his lips pursing as he suppressed a teasing smile.

You scoffed, you didn’t expect him to make a joke- to tease you. Though, you couldn’t stop the amused smile from tugging at your mouth either. “Okay, I’m done with you.” You shook your head, letting out a soft laugh.

Spencer chuckled too, feeling pride swell in his chest. He liked hearing you laugh, especially because he suspected that you didn’t do it often. He relaxed into the bed, the conversation successfully settling his nerves.

A silence settled over the two of you once again, this time, both of you were comfortable. Your eyelids were threatening to fall closed as sleep enticed you, and you finally gave in.

“Hey, Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“...You’re welcome.”

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[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Sam Winchester, Hunter?

warnings// angst, possible death, maybe, maybe not you'll have to read to find out ;)

lil summery// this is Part 2 to Sam Winchester, Hero

*REQUESTED*

Sam x Reader

Part 1

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"alright, dads on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days".  Dean announced

You felt Sam's body tense beside you "Y/N will you excuse us for just a minute please" Sam asked quickly. You could feel the worry radiating off him "yeah of course I'll just be in your room..." you told him quietly before walking slowly backwards into the room. You tried not to listen to the brothers conversation but it was hard not to with the silent yelling.

You sat on the bed quickly to look like you weren't listening when you heard big foot steps coming toward the room, the room door was open and shut quickly and there stood Sam who didn't look too happy "hey... what's happening?" You asked sauntering over to stand in front of him, you placed your hands on his hard chest getting him to look you in your eyes "I have to go with Dean for a few days. He can't get in touch with my dad and he's worried and I don't want him to look alone" sam confessed before moving to get changed, he pulled off  his pyjamas in frustration and pulled on the clothes he was wearing at the library earlier.

You sat on the bed watching as Sam threw some clothes into a duffle bag, you felt anxious watching him, what were you gonna do without him here, you could barley sleep last night without running into his room, not to mention the fact he just asked you to be his girlfriend what two hours ago? And now he was heading out already, he had to be back for Monday that you knew for sure he couldn't miss that interview. You wouldn't let him

"Sam?" You called quietly he looked over to you booking his head for you to continue with what you were gonna say "how long will you be gone?" Sam smiled and leaned in to give your lips a soft peck "just a few days I promise I'll be back before Monday for the interview" he promised but that still didn't settle you "so you'll be back in three days? You swear?" You wanted to beg him to stay, just get back into bed and forget this happened but you couldn't do that. They need to find their dad...

"I promise you I'll be back in three days, and that I'll call you every night before bed" Sam compromised, he knew you were worried, hell he was worried! He didn't want to leave you here alone, only it was safer than bringing you with them...

"Okay I'll walk you to the door" you smiled grabbing his hand and heading out to his brother who was sitting on the small couch waiting for him "alright let's head out Sammy. Don't worry sweetheart i’ll bring your boyfriend back in one piece" dean joked making you giggle "well I'd like to hope so, he's gotta look perfect for Monday. It was really nice finally meeting you Dean, you should come visit Sam more often" you said putting your hand out to which dean took in his big one giving it a friendly shake "ah I don't know if Sam would like that much but it was great meeting you too sweetheart,  you take care of yourself now. I'll wait down the car for you Sammy, let you say goodbye to your lady" dean smirked before heading down the steps towards the parking lot 

Sam turned to face you, his big arm wrapping tightly around your waist and pulling you into a warm hug "I'll see you in a few days, don't walk home alone or at night, always lock our door even during the day when your here, and if something happens there's a box in my closet-" you cut Sam's ramble off with a quick kiss "what's got you so worried? I'll be alright I promise. If I get scared I'll call you" you assured him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the longer hair at the back of his neck as you pulled him into a long kiss, Sam moaned lowly against your lips his own hands grabbing your hips roughly, holding you in place as his tongue invaded your mouth, you kissed him for as long as you could without passing out from the lack of air 

You pulled away from the kiss resting your forehead against his "who would have thought our first night together and you get shipped off for a few days" you joked and Sam let out a airy chuckle as he still tried to catch his breath "I know it sucks, but I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back" Sam told you before pulling your lips into one last kiss before he headed down to his brother, you watched him go so you could wave a final goodbye before coming in and locking the door and heading back to Sam's room to go back to bed.

You groaned when the light burned your eyes, the phone ringing interrupting your sleep you bitterly answered "hello?" You heard a laugh erupt on the other side of the phone "I forgot your not a morning person, I just wanted to call and let you know how it's going, we got to Jericho a couple of hours ago. Still no sign of dad but we know he was definitely here we checked into the same motel" Sam told you and your anger instantly disappeared "that's god news sweetie, at least  you guys are on the right track I just hope you get back home before Monday, it sucked when you left last night. I could hardly sleep last night after everything" you told him making him chuckle down the phone the sound running straight to your core 

"Yeah I couldn't sleep either.  I hated leaving you like that I wanted to bring you with me but your better there, me and dean will have to look through a ton of shit to find. Not something a girl like you should be seeing" Sam flirted "yeah I was ready to jump in with you too I just didn't want to over step, besides I have my dumb exam in an hour. I didn't spend that long studying just for me to miss the damn thing” you told him "your gonna do great, I'll let you go, I'm sure you wanna get breakfast and get showered before your exam so good luck I know your gonna crush it and I promise I'll call you tonight" Sam promised, you always forget how well that boy knows you "yeah I'll let you know how it goes later... if I survive the exam" you joked making Sam let out a hearty laugh "I'll talk to you later gorgeous" "bye Sammy" you replied and then all you could hear was silence at his end of the line.

You sighed placing your phone back on Sam's night stand, this sucked first you were almost attacked, then you and best friend confessed your feelings for each other... had the best sex of your life, got a boyfriend then poof next day your alone again. At least you only had to be alone till Monday.

"Everything good with the misses?" Dean called from the bathroom "yeah she's good just going in for her exam" Sam told him, Dean hummed sticking his head out the bathroom door, shaving cream on his face "we'll head to the library in 30 mins that'll take your mind off her for a while" Sam rolled his eyes giving his brother a pointed look "she's my girlfriend dean, I don't need to my mind off her" dean smirked at his brother and shut the bathroom door again. This was going to be a long three days.

You went about your day as normal first you had your exam, which sucked you know for a fact you've failed and it sucked you couldn't even bitch about it to your boyfriend for a few hours. You decided to kill the time by watching some tv and ordering a pizza, you decided to switch on law and order but couldn’t help but watch as the hours kept changing on the clock, you stopped checking when it hit 8pm and you still heard nothing from Sam. 

Sam didn't call until after 3:46pm, you groaned as you looked around to see the shopping channel playing on the television, you winced when you moved your head to quick, obviously falling asleep on the couch wasn't the best idea. You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and quickly answered "hello?" Sam let out the breath that he was holding, he wasn't expecting you to answer, he just needed to hear your voice, even if it was a voicemail "hello, is someone there?" You asked rubbing the sleep from your tired  eyes  "I- I'm sorry I woke you- I just I really needed to hear your voice, had a bit of a rough day…” Sam confessed and you were instantly awake 

“What happened Sammy, did you guys find your dad? Did he do something?” You ran through every possibility hating that Sam was feeling so crappy “we haven’t found him specifically, but he left coordinates, so Deans gonna drop me back home tomorrow and head off to se if he’s there” Sam said quietly down the phone “oh Sammy I’m sorry that sucks… I mean don’t get me wrong I want you back home but I really wish you guys found your dad. Dean seemed really worried yesterday…” you confessed 

“Yeah my dad will end up turning up at some point, he always does, anyway how did your exam go, do you feel good about it?” Sam questioned making you sigh and let out a dry chuckle “god I hoped you forgot about that. It sucked definitely see a giant F in my future” you joked making Sam laugh quietly because Dean was sleeping beside him “I’m sure you did great. That’s just your nerves talking-” Sam was cut off by another voice before him

You could only make out a little of what was being said “dude it is 4am I need at least another hour of beauty rest now shut your damn mouth or take it outside” Dean grumpily exclaimed “alright Dean Jesus, relax” Sam retorted and you could practically hear his eyes roll from the phone “hey Y/N I’m really sorry but I gotta go before Dean’s head rolls” Sam said making you giggle “okay well I’ll see you tomorrow won’t i? Call me when your close I don’t care how late it is” you asked and Sam complied “yeah of course, good night. Make sure the doors and windows are all locked, I’ll call you tomorrow gorgeous bye” Sam reminded you “bye Sammy” you said sadly as you hung up the phone 

You shut the tv off before checking the door one  last time before heading to bed making sure Sam’s window was closed, Sam was always so paranoid it ended up rubbing off on you over your time living  with him. You weren’t in Sam’s bed two minutes before you were out cold in a deep sleep. Completely unaware of evil entity in the room watching you. 

You ended up sleeping right through your alarm clock this morning but it was fine it’s not like you had a class, you just wanted to get the place ready for Sam coming back, you dreaded the thought of leaving the nice warm bed but you knew the living room was a mess and you wanted to clean Sam’s room and change his sheets just to do something nice for him. You groaned in exaggeration as you pulled your self from the bed, you decided to pull on a pair of shorts and Sam’s shirt so you could at least be comfortable when cleaning. You checked your phone and your stomach dropped slightly at the zero messages, you were hoping you would have from Sam hoping that he was on his way back, you shook of that thought and decided to get to work and pulled off the bed sheets.

“Dean for crying out loud hurry up please” sam said to his brother who was busy flirting with the diner waitress. Dean rolled his eyes and turned to his brother “dude, would you give me ten minutes to talk to…. I’m sorry what’s your name again sweetheart?” Dean asked the now pissed waitress who gave him a hate filled look before rolling her own eyes and storming off “alright then I guess that’s our cue” dean said getting up from the chair. 

Once they were on the road they travelled in silence for a few hours Sam’s eyes were focused on the world passing by out the window most of the time while led zeppelin played in the impala, Dean who was drumming away to the song against the wheel looked at his brother “you know, you and me make a pretty good team” Sam nodded and forced a smile “yeah we did” Sam agreed “you know we should team up like that more often, you and me kicking ass. Just like old times” dean pushed and Sam sighed “dean…” Dean nodded his head sadly, “yeah you have an interview tomorrow and a girl at home. I get it” Sam turned to look at dean properly who refused to take his eyes from the road “look dude it’s not that I don’t like spending time with you. I just don’t want it to be because of  hunting, I want that shit to stay as far away from me and Y/N as possible”. Sam exclaimed and dean said nothing, just kept his eyes on the road and turned the radio up to tell Sam he was done with the conversation. 

You finally finished, the apartment was spotless, the kitchen had only a fresh pizza box and a bottle of wine with two glasses waiting for Sam and you to have when he came home. You decided when you were out getting everything ready earlier to make it as romantic as possible for sam coming back. You went the whole nine yards, rose petals scattered from the door all the way up to the bed, you had a few candles lit around the room as the lights were turned off the cancelled being the only source of light. You were showered and had a baby pink teddy adoring your body, nerves practically consumed you as you waited for him.

“Can you turn it down a sec? I’m gonna call Y/N and let her know we’ll be back in 10” Dean nodded and turned the radio down so you could still hear it slightly. Sam pulled the phone away from his ear giving it a strange look “Huh no answer” dean chuckled “dude give her 5 minutes she might call back she might be in the shower or something, if she doesn’t call back in a few minutes then try her again” dean reassured his brother “yeah I guess. Just can you speed up a bit” dean nodded and put his foot down. Speeding towards Stanfords apartment complex.

“Alright Sammy I guess this is it for a while” dean said as Sam pulled his bag over his shoulder “yeah I guess… look Dean don’t think you can’t visit us. You can always come over here, preferably with no hunt-” the brothers heart to heart was interrupted by a loud scream. Their heads snapped in the direction of Sam’s apartment “no, no Y/N!” Sam yelled and took off running, his brother right behind him his gun in his hands ready.

Sam kicked the apartment door down and ran in in. His eyes scanned the room not seeing you anywhere, both boys took off running towards Sam’s room when another scream shattered the room “Y/N!” Sam yelled not seeing you anywhere before a force forced  him  down to the bed his eyes stuck on the ceiling “no! Y/N no” Sam struggled against the invisible force as he saw you stuck to the ceiling crying unable to talk “son of a bitch!” Dean yelled looking for a way to get you down. You gained your voice back quickly when you let out another scream of agony�� as a slice pulled it’s way through your stomach “No!” Sam yelled fighting against the force, he felt like his head was being ripped apart as he fought. He wasn’t letting you die, he didn’t care if it killed him. 

Sam was able to get up and he stood on the bed trying to pull you down “Dean help me please!” Sam cried begging his brother. Dean was on his feet in an instant grabbing your other side the brothers pulled as hard as they could but you weren’t budging “I don’t wanna die” you cried. You were terrified, you had no idea what happened one minute you were setting the room up, the next something had you pinned to the ceiling. “I’m not going to let you baby I swear, I’m getting you down!” Sam grunted out his voice stained as he and dean used all their force “alright on three. One, two, three!” Both men grunted as they pulled with everything they had

You cried when you landed down against Sam’s body “hey it’s okay, I’ve got you” Sam promised as he held his hands tightly against your abdomen, wincing when you cried “holy- we’ve gotta go, Now!” Dean yelled panicked when a fire erupted from the ceiling. Sam picked you up bridal style to run out, you couldn’t help the tremble in your body, seeing how close to death you really were, one more minute and you were gonna end up barbecued….

“Lay her down in the back. Keep pressure on her wound” dean rushed out before getting in the drivers seat. Sam was as gentle as possible as he got into the back seat, you were finally able to get a good look at him, well as good a look as you could with your vision blurring from the pain, you could see his face was wet with tears. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and wipe them away but all you could really focus on right now was staying alive. Dean was driving to the hospital as fast as baby would let him he took a glance in the rear view mirror every now and seen Sam’s sad face just staring at your broken figure.

Thankfully with deans speeding you were at the hospital in what felt like forever but was really 14 minutes. Dean parked the car outside the ambulance bay and rushed in for help. Sam was carrying you out of the car and ran through the doors “lay her down here” a nurse told him pointing to the gurney. He watched as they gathered around you including two doctors. They started to wheel you down the hall  and Sam set off to follow after you. A set of hands in front of him stopping him in his tracks “sir you can’t go back there you’ll need to stay here”

“No that’s my girlfriend I’m not leaving her there alone, I- I” Sam panicked dean rushing up behind him to take over with the talking “look my brothers pretty broken up about all this when can he see her” the nurse paused before telling him “I’m not sure, they’re taking her into surgery right now” Sam’s head snapped over his eyes widened in worry “surgery? I thought she needed stitches?” She shook her head and look down at her clip board “sir your girlfriend was rushed in with a slash on her abdomen, she lost a lot of blood and they have to check there’s no infections before they stitch the wound. I’ll let you know if there is any updates” she told him before rushing off down the hall Sam watched as tears made there way down his face.

“Come on, Sammy you need to sit down” dean said patting his brothers shoulder in a comforting manner, Sam said nothing but just sat down on the edge of the seats his head resting against his hands as his leg bounced nervously “Sam… we’ve gotta talk about what happened-” dean tried to say before sam turned to argue “there’s nothing to talk about Dean. I know what did this to her, and I’m not gonna stop hunting it until it’s dead. I’ll be dammed if I ever let anything like that happen to her again!” Said exclaimed quietly 

Dean gave his brother a look before nodding “we’ll get that bastard Sammy, together. When Y/Ns out of surgery and gets the all clear we’ll head to dads coordinates. If anyone wants that demon dead more than you it’s him, he might have a few leads” Sam nodded and stayed silent. This felt like a dream. A really, really bad dream that Sam just couldn’t wake up from.

“Excuse me, Mr Winchester?” Sam’s head snapped up to see an older gentleman in a white coat “yes that’s me, is she okay, Y/N? Is she going to be okay?” Sam asked panicked the man nodded “she’s going to be alright, we were able to stabilise her. She needs to get her stitches removed in three weeks time and they need to be cleaned regularly, there was no visible sign of infection but I’m going to prescribe anti-biotics any way just to be sure” Sam let out a sigh of relief “oh thank god. Thank you so much doctor… can I see her now, please” Sam pleaded making the doctor nod “of course right this way” 

Sam lightly punched a sleeping Deans arm making him jump up “what- oh right I’ll wait here, let me know how she is” dean told his brother wanting to give him some time alone with her. Sam followed the doctor down into your room, the first thing he saw was how peaceful you looked in your sleep, they had a heart monitor and oxygen on you. Sam’s heart dropped at the sight, it was his damn fault you were in this position and he hated himself for causing this

He walked over to you slowly, he sat on the hospital chair beside you he took your hand in his, his thumb rubbed across your knuckles as he stared at your sleeping figure “I’m so sorry this happened to you, you didn’t deserve this. I promise you I’m gonna hunt that bastard down and I’m going to rip him apart for doing this to you” Sam told you as his body shook with anger, wet hot tears falling down his cheeks. 

You scrunched your eyes as you struggled to adjust to the blinding hospital light, you looked down at your arm when you felt a pressure resting against it and you found Sam sound asleep on the chair his hand holding yours tightly in his “S-Sam?” You croaked out, your voice raw from the oxygen. Sam’s eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, he sat up quickly a smile brightening his face for the first time in 12 hours “thank god your awake!” Sam exclaimed and squeezed your hand. He wanted to hug and kiss you but he didn’t want to hurt you anymore than you already were so he held it together 

“Sam, what the hell happened. That was- I mean I was- Jesus I was stuck to the ceiling. I just… I don’t understand what happened” you confessed and Sam could hear your heart monitor start to beat faster as you panicked “hey, hey don’t worry. I’m going to explain everything, I promise” Sam assured you, you nodded and motioned for him to continue 

Sam sat back on the chair his leg starting to bounce once again as his anxiety took over his body “well your going to think that I’m crazy. But please, please just listen to me” Sam begged and you nodded “of course I’ll listen to you Sammy” you promised reaching for his big warm hand, Sam took a deep breath before continuing “well what happened to last night was a demon-” “what do you mean demon?” You interrupted and Sam sighed “what I’m about to tell you is something I wished to god I didn’t have to. Hell I wish I didn’t know! But I was raised knowing this crap. Everything that goes bump in the night is real, vampires, werewolves, witches and well demons. I know this because I hunted them right up till I came to Stanford, that’s why Dean came to our apartment last night, our dad didn’t go missing hunting deer, he was hunting a ghost” 

you were speechless, every damn thing you were afraid of as a kid, always getting reassured none of it was real and that was only stories to make little kids afraid… it was real, it was all fucking real “Y/N please say something. Anything please” Sam begged trying to gain your attention back  “I want to learn it” Sam stared at you shocked “you what?”

“I want to learn it. To hunt these things, I want to learn to defend myself against these things!” You exclaimed and Sam stared at you like you grew a second head “Y/N trust me you don’t want to be a hunte-” “yesI do Sam. I can’t help but think of all those other innocent people who know nothing about this crap. Sam I cannot know monsters are real and not protect innocent people” you told sam as your voice cracked, your emotions getting the better of you “I understand that, believe me I do. Wanting to protect innocent people in this is what keeps you going in the hunting life… look the most I’m willing to compromise in this is you coming on the road with Dean and I, you stay in the motel room, you do not hunt. You can research” Sam said making you smile “alright, that’s a start I can work with that” 

Sam have you an uneasy smile back, he sighed and continued “I just I need you to understand the things you need to forget about if you come.” You nodded your head for him to keep going “you would have to leave college too and you would have to cut family and friends contact to little to none to protect them” you scoffed “that’s it? That’s no problem, I’m flunking college anyway and I don’t even speak to my family- hey I’m already half way to being a hunter” you attempted to joke “alright then, I guess that’s settled, Dean said we’ll hit the road once your discharged” Sam told you and you couldn’t help the smile the crept onto your lips, you get to spend the rest of your life hunting things, saving people along with your boyfriend, all you had to do now was convince Sam to train you to be on the field hunting not behind a dumb computer screen.

Finally after three days in the hospital the doctor decided you were good enough to discharge, though only after Sam got a long letter on how to care for your abdomen wound and you had to promise to go to the neared hospital in a few weeks to have them removed.

Once you signed the discharge papers dean was pulling up behind you and Sam, in front of him was a hospital wheelchair… “alright sweetheart, you chariot awaits” you giggled and sat down on the wheelchair with a small wince, but hey, who were you to argue with Dean Winchester wanting to push you in comfort to his car. “Here let me help you in” Sam said pulling you gently to stand “alright easy does it gorgeous” Sam reminded you as he gently lowered you to the seat. He took note of the pain look on your face before slowing helping you get your legs in “you okay sweetheart? You comfortable enough in there?” Dean called and you nodded “yeah I’m okay, it’s just a little sore but ill be alright” 

Sam leaned in to help you pull your seatbelt on, he ended up taking his jacket off to wrap around your legs to avoid the material hurting your wound further… and to sneak a quick kiss before shutting the door gently.

He followed dean to the trunk as they unloaded there everyday weapons “you ready Sammy?” Dean said shutting the weapons cover, Sam nodded and slammed the trunk down “let’s go get that son of a bitch!” 

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12/06/23 - THE INTRO :)

Hi, my name's cherry/katt. Yes, katt is spelled that way.

This is a sub-blog i created in lieu of just having another platform to spew my girly little wisdom on.

At the time of this post i am 18 years old. And my dad is dead. One has no relevance to the other i just like pointing that out so people don't get disappointed when they find out that i'm actually kind of disturbing.

If we're being completely honest here, i'm just a weird girl who happens to be hot.

That being said, I'm in a lot of fandoms. This blog was created as a ted talk of sorts. Everything from what current characters i stan to any random piece of thinking i have while stoned. [This blog is 420 friendly, let's talk about it!]

I will try and post daily but there's no promises that i won't be able to keep.

Alright, that'll be all for this post!

Lukewarm regards,

xoxo - Cherry <3

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Intro

Hi! I’m Jasper (he/she) I LOVE writing and I plan to pump out fic after fic!!

Typically they will be x reader fics (and usually smut) but if asked I can tots do two characters together

Currently am not open for requests 🥀

Characters I will write for:

Final Destination 1

Alex Browning

Tod Waggner

Billy Hitchcock

Carter Horton

Terry Chaney

Clear Rivers

Final Destination 2

Rory Peters

Evan Lewis

Eugene Dix

Thomas Burke

Kimberly Corman

Kat Jennings

Tim Carpenter (no smut)

Nora Carpenter

Final Destination 3

Wendy Christensen

Julie Christensen

Kevin Fischer

Ian McKinley

Erin Ulmer

Ashley Freund

Ashlyn Halperin

Lewis Romero

Final Destination 5

Sam Lawton

Peter Friedkin

Olivia Castle

Candice Hooper

Final Destination 6

Erik Campbell

Bobby Campbell

Julia Campbell

Charlie Reyes/Lewis

Stefani Lewis

I do both male and female reader (can do trans reader as well)

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Are you now or have you ever been (Sam Winchester x female reader)

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Chapter 1 - The Angel

Gadreel, fallen angel of the Lord, the lowest of the low, who allowed the Garden to become corrupted, walks towards the old farmhouse, intent on washing at least some of his sins clean.

It’s the middle of the night, only the stars keeping him company. The old wooden floor creaks beneath his feet, and not for the first time, Gadreel is reminded of the limits of the human body. How a wrong step can make a sound that will give him away, or a bone can be broken with barely a snap of his finger. How an essence can be burned out, the eyes melting, the pain unimaginable.

No wonder this vessel let him in so willingly. The man was ravaged by alcoholism, so deep in debt that he saw no way out. Gadreel found him with a gun in his mouth sitting at the foot of his bed, offered him another chance. He took it without a second of hesitation.

Gadreel felt bad when he left him, but he needed to. He didn’t enjoy tricking Sam Winchester, either, but Gadreel is one thing above all others: someone with a mission. Someone who has to make up for a crime that might be as old as the stars above, but has not lost any of its severity.

Of course, as these things go, the atonement he was trying to make led to more sins, more pain. He keeps trying to make up for them, but somehow he can never catch up. The tally always rises, and he cannot pay quickly enough. Maybe that’s why this vessel called to him. Because he’s the same.

The floor of the old house is dirty and there’s wind coming in through the broken windows. Gadreel will have to fix that, he thinks. He doesn’t mind, but a human won’t be comfortable here. And he wants you to be comfortable.

He kneels in the middle of what used to be the living room. He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out small pouch with the powder it’s taken him weeks to create. He had almost all the ingredients together when the man who was supposed to sell him the tears of a saint started haggling. Gadreel couldn’t risk not getting the last ingredient. He got carried away. Just another sin to add to the list.

There was a time when dragging a soul from Hell would have been easy for an angel. He would have shot downward, like a diving bird, grabbed you and simply been gone again in the next second. But that was before the Fall. Now, Gadreel needs to use spells and tinctures and powders like some low-class witch. It doesn’t matter. He’ll do what’s necessary.

He opens the small pouch, pours the powder out over the floor. Then he lays his hand flat on the cold wood. His right hand. The one he used only a little while ago to kill the prophet Kevin Tran.

He closes his eyes. Says the incantation. This needs to work. He knows what he’s done, knows how many people he’s hurt. He’s seen inside of Sam Winchester’s head. Seen the turmoil, the pain. The lies and regrets and the doubt. The shame.

But he also saw you. Gadreel thinks, no, knows, that your presence in the hunter’s life will heal him. And it will make Gadreel feel like he has done something right.

He doesn’t expect the glaring light, the feeling of a jet of flame briefly enveloping him, filling out the room. It’s not real fire, which is good, considering he’s basically standing inside a pile of kindle.

Back in his glory days, hellfire couldn’t touch him. Still, now, he coughs at the intense smell of sulfur. Many people think it’s the smell of demons, but it’s actually what Hell smells like. The demons only carry the stench to the surface.

You’re on the ground, naked, knees pulled up to your chest. Your eyes are closed and you’re shaking. There’s soot covering large patches of your body, your hair, your face. Streaks of tears have washed some of it away.

Gadreel takes off his jacket, lays it over you and you flinch at the touch, a small whimper coming from between your chapped lips. Like waking from a long sleep, you slowly blink your eyes open, and look up at him. Gadreel’s never met you, but your face feels as familiar to him as his own.

“Welcome back,” Gadreel says.

Sam’s staring at the book on the table before him, but he hasn’t been reading for a while. This happens to him, more often now than it used to. He’ll zone out, drift away, and then a sound or sensation will bring him back. He doesn’t like it. Sam’s not one to lose concentration. It reminds him too much of what it was like when that angel possessed him. Coming back to himself, unsure where he had just been.

He clears his throat now, reaches for the beer standing on the table. It’s a little too warm to still be enjoyable, but he takes a sip anyway. Not that he’s ever really enjoyed drinking as much as Dean, but even less now. He doesn’t like how disoriented it makes him, and if it doesn’t make him disoriented, it makes him sad. He puts the beer down, wipes his mouth. He’ll pour it out or Dean will drink it later.

Speaking of, his brother walks in with his usual noisiness. Sam leans back, arm going behind his head, half stretching, half just a gesture to show that he is awake, that he’s here. His right hand scratches at his neck, kneads the skin there. The hand he can remember killing Kevin with. He quickly puts it back on the table.

Since Dean’s been back in the bunker, he and Sam have done their best to be courteous with each other, but things have been weird. There’s a distance between them that’s different that anything they’ve ever gone through, not even the previous times they’ve been apart. Dean’s mad at himself and looking for redemption down a self-destructive path. And Sam is hurt, he’s angry too, but more than that, he’s just tired.

Things have always been hard. Being a hunter and a Winchester both isn’t a recipe for a long, happy life. But the last years have been harder than all the years before, and it just seems like they can’t catch a break.

Sam nearly going crazy, Dean going to Purgatory, the trials, Kevin. And you. Sam clenches his hand into a fist. No. He’s not in any condition to be thinking about you today.

“What’s up?” Dean asks, coming towards where Sam is sitting at one of the library’s tables. Sam breathes in, then shakes his head.

“Nothing much,” he says, his tone aiming for neutrality but coming out somewhat dismissive. Dean nods, says nothing. Points at the beer next to Sam.

“You finished?” he asks. “Want another one?” The gesture feels loaded, and Sam should say yes just to keep the peace. But he shakes his head.

“I’m good,” he says, and a look passes over Dean’s face like somehow that’s a personal insult. Like he’s wondering why Sam can’t just have another beer, for Christ’s sake. Why he can’t just do things the way Dean does them.

That’s where their conflict started – Dean not understanding why Sam didn’t look for him. Because Dean powers through trauma and loss like a high-powered steam train through a herd of cows – blindly, violently and speeding up even as the collateral comes into sight. But Sam’s not like that. He’s never been like that. The time he spent on his own while his brother was in Purgatory proved that to him over and over.

With you gone and Dean gone, Sam slipped into something that could barely be called living. For those months that he was on his own, he was a shell. He traveled but never went anywhere. He just needed to keep moving, needed to be somewhere else, somewhere different from where he was.

When he stayed too long in one place, he always wound up sitting at the side of his bed, gun in his hands. So he never stayed. His grief and depression were so thick and intense that he had no idea how to do anything else.

Dean being back lightens the load somewhat, and it also makes everything harder, because now Sam knows he can’t end it – he can’t do that to his brother. Sam has tried to explain, tried to make Dean understand but then he always stops, because he tires of touching that dark part of him. Dean doesn’t need to know, and never does, what those months were like. What Sam thought about doing. He can never know.

He had a chance to end it all, when he tried to close the gates of Hell. But even then, Dean couldn’t let him go, an act Sam knows, in all his love for his brother, wasn’t entirely unselfish, same as letting an angel possess Sam to heal him. But Sam can’t say these things because they go against the very nature of who Dean believes he is.

What’s right is wrong, and what’s wrong is more wrong, Dean said a little while ago. It’s true in ways he can’t even imagine.

Again, Sam finds his thoughts are far away, and when he comes back to himself, he’s worried Dean has asked him something, noticed that he isn’t listening. But Dean’s still where he was, looking at his phone, reading a message. The beer is still there, condensation making the bottle drip wet. Suddenly, Sam needs to stand up. Dean looks up at the scrape of the chair.

“Left a book in my room, I’m just gonna get it,” Sam says. Not that he needs to justify himself. But he still does.

He walks down the hallway of the bunker to the room he sleeps in. This place is strange, wonderful and weird at the same time. It’s the first place he’s stayed for longer than two weeks at a time since he was in college. Sometimes it makes him feel restless.

He walks into his bedroom, closes the door behind him and sits on the bed with a deep sigh. God, he’s so tired these days. He rubs his hand over his eyes. He just wants a goddamn break. Something nice, something soft. To lay down to sleep and for once wake up rested.

He knows he shouldn’t do it. Knows that no matter how good the immediate relief feels, he’ll pay for it later. Pay for it in the darkest thoughts a person can have, debilitating grief and longing making his body feel heavy. But he can never stop himself.

He stands, goes to his dresser. Opens the middle cupboard, gets the little cardboard box out, then sits back down. He looks at the content, and immediately he feels that soothing wave come over him.

“Hey there,” he says, taking one of the pictures out. He took it when the three of you had to hike into that reserve where you suspected some werewolves were nesting. You were a little annoyed at him when he took the picture, saying you were sweaty and gross, but Sam couldn’t disagree more. There’s a light blush to your cheeks, and you’re squinting in the sunlight. He thinks you look absolutely beautiful.

This is all the things of yours he has. There’s some clothes he kept, tugged into their own little drawer, slowly losing the smell of you. Not for the first time, Sam wonders if getting rid of them would help him move on. But the truth is, he doesn’t want to move on.

There’s a thin gold chain in there that you always wore, that used to be your mother’s. The delicate band ripped on the night you died, but Sam kept it anyway. Kept meaning to get it fixed, but never did. The comb that was in the bathroom. It’s a silly thing to keep, Sam thinks, but he has so little of you that it feels important.

The next picture he takes out of the box is of the two of you. Sam remembers he was sitting down, and you came up behind him to pose, which is why he isn’t looking at the camera but you are. Garth took that photo – the only hunter Sam knows to do something like that regularly, who knows the importance of mementos like this. He sent it to Sam after he heard about your death, along with a letter telling him how sorry he was, how good you were, always seeing the best in people, always fighting for what’s right. Sam doesn’t know what happened to the letter. There’s long stretches of that time he doesn’t remember.

He puts the box down and leans back until his head hits the pillow, holds the picture up over himself. He’s terrified he’ll forget what your face looked like, what your voice sounded like, what you felt like in his arms. It’s been over two years, maybe this is just what happens. But if he can do anything to stop it, he will.

So he indulges himself, just a little. Lays the photo on his chest, closes his eyes. Thinks of your laugh, your earnestness. The way your voice sounded when you fought with Dean over something trivial. The way you told him, back when the two of you were only friends – although the truth is you were never just friends – that he better get a move on and ask you out on a date, before someone else had the same idea.

That’s what he tries to focus on. But when he closes his eyes, that’s not what he sees. He sees your face in front of him, tears running down your cheeks in the moments before you knew you were going to die. He sees you on that motel room floor, empty eyes staring at nothing. He sees a rerun of all the times in that year before you died where you seemed distracted, sad for no reason. And he had no idea. Had no idea what you’d done for him.

What he sees when he closes his eyes is how utterly he failed.

The small mirror in the bathroom is dirty and you wipe at it. There’s no electricity so the man – Ezekiel he says his name is – has brought you some candles that you can clean yourself by. There’s water, quickly cooling in the night air, a few towels. You locked the bathroom door, but the guy is big – you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t have any trouble breaking it down if he wanted to. He seems like he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you know not to trust appearances. You’ve been in this game for too long.

Which is why, when you put on the clothes he brought you – a man’s work shirt and jeans that are roughly your size – you also tug the shard of glass that has fallen out of the mirror’s frame into the back of your pants.

Quietly and carefully, you step out of the bathroom. There’s candles in the living room too, and Ezekiel is kneeling by a small camping cooker, heating something from a can. The smell makes you queasy. You wrap your arms around you as he looks up.

“Are you feeling better?” he asks, regarding you carefully. You nod slowly, take a careful step towards him.

“What day is it?” you ask, voice scratchy. Then you shake your head. “I mean, what’s the date?”

Ezekiel stands up, still looking down at where the food is cooking. You’re not sure if he heard you but then he speaks. The way he talks is strange. Like he needs to think about the words before saying them. Like he hasn’t talked in a long time.

“It’s been two years,” he replies, his eyes going up to you. He doesn’t need to clarify what he means. You remember perfectly. Still, the impact of what he says makes you feel ill.

“Two years,” you repeat. Two years. It’s nothing. It’s an eternity.

Ezekiel watches you, maybe waiting for you to speak. He’s almost unmoving when he’s not talking. It’s unnerving.

“Where is everyone?” you ask, not sure if he knows who you’re talking about. “Where’s… where’s Sam?” Ezekiel takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly.

“You can see him soon,” he replies, which doesn’t answer your question. “Dean and Castiel, too. I just first want to make sure you’re…” His sentence tapers off. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Make sure I’m what?” you say, unable to hide the suspicion in your voice.

“Make sure you are… whole,” Ezekiel says, and the words make a shiver run down your spine.

“What does that mean?” you ask, hating that your voice sounds so quiet. Ezekiel looks down, thinks about what he wants to say, maybe.

“The magic I used to bring you back is complex,” he finally answers. “It’s violent. I want to make sure you are alright before you see them.” You wrap your arms a little tighter around yourself.

“And what if I’m not alright?” you ask. Ezekiel takes a small step towards you, and it takes you everything not to move backwards, away from him.

“You are,” he replies, then adds: “You will be.” You just watch him. The light of the candles dances on his face. He doesn’t look convinced.

“Who are you?” you ask, the question that’s been burning in you this whole time. He told you his name, or told you a name, but you have no idea who this man who claims to have brought you back from Hell is. He takes another step forward, his features softer.

“I’m a friend,” he says, like that explains anything. Still, you nod.

“I want to leave, Ezekiel,” you say, knowing that this might be the turning point. That now you’ll find out who he really is. “I want to see my family. I need to know that they’re okay.” You see him raise his chin a little.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he’s either a good actor or he, in some messed up way, actually is. “You can’t.”

“So I’m your prisoner?” you ask, but Ezekiel has the nerve to shake his head.

“No,” he answers quickly. “This is… like a stay at the hospital. I’m keeping you under observation to make sure you’re alright. And when I know you are, you can go. You can go to Sam.”

The mention of his name from this stranger’s mouth makes you tense. Sam. He’s out there somewhere. You try to swallow down the lump in your throat.

“Why can’t Sam come here?” you ask, noticing you’re trying to haggle with this man, meaning you’re already accepting the reality he’s proposing to you. “Is there… is there something wrong with me?” Flashes of blood, screaming. Your skin tearing. No. Don’t think about that.

“You are fine,” Ezekiel answers, contradicting himself. He said he doesn’t know. “And you are no longer in Hell. You are free.” You clench your jaw.

“Except I can’t leave,” you point out.

“Yes,” he says, voice full of regret.

“You know what I think, Ezekiel?” you say, now taking a step towards him. He’s an armlength away from you. You’re not sure if it’s close enough. So you take another step. Your entire body is rebelling against it, telling you to stay away from this strange man. But it’s what you need to do. You look up into blue-grey eyes.

“I think you’re full of shit.”

Despite wrapping a scrap of one of the towels around part of the mirror shard, you feel its sharpness press into your palm when you pull it from its hiding place. It doesn’t matter. A cut in your hand is like a fleabite to you these days. You ram it into his chest just above his heart. The next second you’re running towards the front door. You don’t make it far. 

He’s behind you with a speed that baffles you. One of his hands wraps around your arm and drags you back when you’re just two steps from the door. You spin around, hoping to punch him, fight him, anything. You stop when you see the bright blue light coming from his eyes.

“You’re an angel,” you gasp. Instead of answering, Ezekiel brings his free hand up to the glass shard and pulls it out of him with a grunt. There’s some blood, but then the wound closes. He turns to you.

“Yes,” he says, an expression like you just hurt his feelings, rather than stabbed him, on his face. “Like I said, you can trust me.” You almost laugh.

“There’s only one angel I trust,” you say, almost snarling. “And that’s not you.” Ezekiel frowns at you. You’ve seen that look before. On other angels when the monkeys just won’t do what they’re told.

To your surprise, his features soften as he studies you. He watches you so intently that you need to look away.

“I know your instinct is to fight,” he says, voice low and soft. “But you don’t need to. I’m here to help you.”

You’re not gonna make it out of here, you realize. Blood. Screams. You just exchanged one prison for another.

Gadreel doesn’t know how to get you to trust him, and the frustration nearly drives him mad.

He knows about humans, of course, although his position in the Garden didn’t allow for a lot of contact with them, with notable exceptions. He approves of the concept of them, but never had particularly strong feelings about any individual ones.

But you. You manage to make him sigh and rub his face in frustration. It’s only been a day, but the way you have locked yourself off from him is astounding. The way your eyes narrow every time you look at him makes him feel like, despite the fact that you don’t know him, that he gave you a wrong name, that you wouldn’t even know him under his real name, that you somehow know who he is. What he’s done. Yes, he’s made sure you can’t leave. But don’t you understand that is for your own best?

Because you’ve been in Hell. Dragged down there by one of the disgusting mutts his lying snake of a brother made his own. Tortured for what, in your limited human experience, must have felt like a quarter millennium. Longer than Sam and Dean Winchester combined, and yet you seem fine. You’re quiet and refuse to eat, a problem he will have to deal with sooner or later. But other than that, you seem to be doing well. All he wants is to help you, heal you as much as he can.

He turns the corner of the hallway of the farmhouse and sees that the door to the room he has designated your bedroom is closed again. He sighs. He’s clearly instructed you not to close the door. Even though he can hear you through the walls, he doesn’t like that you even feel it necessary to close the door. What do you think he’ll do?

He knocks, because he knows if he wants you to trust him, he cannot simply barge in. No answer. He knocks again, listens closely. He hears whispering. So he opens the door.

You’re sitting on the old bed frame with the thin mattress. Your feet are on the floor, your hands in your lap and you are staring at the wall opposite you. There is nothing there as far as Gadreel can see, so he takes a step closer. Says your name. No reaction again. Is this some kind of trick? Will you try to escape again?

You don’t react until he lays his hand on your shoulder. He expects you to be startled, but you’re not. You simply turn to him, then look up at his face.

“Hmm?” you say, the shadow of a polite smile on your face. Despite himself, despite being an angel of the Lord and thousands of years old, Gadreel has the sudden urge to look at where you were staring. He knows there’s nothing there. But he wants to know what you saw.

“Are you alright?” he asks, expecting you to lash out at him like you did earlier. But you don’t. You simply nod slowly.

“I’m okay,” you say. “Just tired.” With that, you move, lay yourself on the mattress. It must be dusty, Gadreel thinks, and it probably smells. He’s not sure if it’s comfortable. There’s one scratchy blue blanket at the foot of the bed, and when he picks it up he swears to himself he will get a nicer one. He opens it and lays it over you. Tries to look at your face, but he would have to walk around the bed. So instead, he walks out of the room. Leaves the door open.

In the night, he hears you whisper again. He walks to your room. You’re lying on your back, lips moving slightly. He’s sure he’s perfectly silent, but he must be wrong because your eyes look his way suddenly, and you go quiet. Gadreel leaves and when he reaches the living room, he hears you whisper again.

The next morning, you seem more yourself. Gadreel makes you some breakfast and you actually eat. Drink a large glass of water. He feels relief unlike he has felt in a long time.

After breakfast, he sits you down. Again, you’re strangely pliant. He kneels before you, then gently lays his fingertips against your temple, one hand on each side. You blink, confused, but let him. Gadreel closes his eyes and concentrates.

Physically, you are fine. Yes, you could stand to eat some more, but you are healthy, your body being, for all intents and purposes, new. Sam salted and burned your corpse when you died, and part of the spell was about restoring it. So no surprises there.

But when Gadreel moves to examine your psyche, he frowns. He looks and searches for the woman he expects to find from the time he possessed Sam. Strong, fierce even, optimistic. A fighter. What he finds instead, is a battlefield. Everything that makes you you shattered into a million pieces. You should be a drooling mess, banging your head against the wall. Why aren’t you?

He drops his hands and looks up at you. You look back at him, slight curiosity in your eyes.

“How do you feel?” Gadreel asks, hoping you’ll answer truthfully. You look past him, eyes moving back and forth while you think of your response.

“I feel fine,” you say. Gadreel looks back at you, studies your face. He can only take your word for it.

A few days later, and nothing has changed. He wonders if this means he should let you go, bring you to Sam. He hopes that Sam will see you, understand what Gadreel did, and be able to find some forgiveness in his heart. Remember him for something other than violating his body and killing his friend.

But you can’t go as you are. Gadreel makes sure you are clean and warm, but there’s comfort to be desired. He’s also running out of food for you. You don’t eat a lot, but Gadreel doesn’t know how much humans need and he underestimated it. He wants to buy some high-caloric food in the hope that you might put on a little bit of weight, look healthier.

He doesn’t like leaving, so he doesn’t tell you. The farmhouse is two miles from the next road where Gadreel has parked the car he drove here. He should be able to leave and be back in two hours. He looked in on you earlier and you were sleeping under the blue blanket again. Gadreel watched you for a second, watched the slow rise and fall of your chest, the calmness of your face. Remembered, suddenly, what your breathing felt like against Sam’s chest when you fell asleep next to him. Your little noises and movement when you had a dream. He needs to almost shake himself out of the memory. A memory that isn’t his.

So he leaves. Hurries. He still wants to get you another blanket.

He comes back to the house in the late afternoon, the sun already beginning its descent and the moment he crosses the threshold, he knows something is wrong. He drops the bag of groceries, something in it spilling when it collides with the floor. Then he rushes to your room.

The door is closed. How many times has he told you not to close the door? He pushes it open but you’re not there. He locked the house, made sure you can’t leave. But where are you?

He hears you in the bathroom. You’ve lit a few of the candles, since the bathroom has no window and it’s otherwise impossible to see. Gadreel sees the smashed glass of the mirror and he curses himself. How could he be so stupid. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone?

You are sitting against the tub, legs outstretched in front of you. Most of the color has already drained from your lips and your eyes are falling closed. Gadreel kneels down next to you, not sure where to put his hands first. Finally he takes the shard from your hand, tosses it away so that none of the blood on it gets on you. It’s pointless of course. Your entire lap is red with it already.

“What did you do?” he says, even though he knows the answer. He thought you were fine because you weren’t climbing the walls, weren’t screaming at things that weren’t there. How wrong he was. He really has a lot to learn about humans.

“Please,” you mumble, as he gently takes your hands in his, takes a closer look at the deep cuts along your wrists. He can heal them without a problem, but for some reason, the sight of them still shocks him. “Please make it stop. Please stop hurting me.”

Gadreel realizes that you don’t recognize him right then. You are speaking to someone else. Maybe the same person you spoke to during your first night. Your torturers. Gadreel understands enough about the metaphysical realities of Hell to know that other souls damned to it will have been allowed to hurt you, as well as demons. What a perfidious system his brother came up with.

He moves one of his hands over your first wrist. You barely flinch at the contact of his skin with your wound. While he heals you, he looks at your face. You are looking at him, sadness so deep it makes him feel like something is breaking apart in him in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he says before he knows what he wants to say. “I’m so sorry.”

He wanted to bring you back to do something good. For Sam, but also because for all intents and purposes you and him are on the same side. You are just another soldier in the fight against evil. Bringing you back seemed like an act the goodness of which could not be doubted. But it seems, once again, Gadreel’s judgement has been off.

He heals the other wound, then brings his hand up to your face, holds it. You let him, but he’s not even sure you realize he’s there.

“I’m sorry,” he says again as his thumb touches your cheek. “You shouldn’t have to suffer like this.” An almost gentle smile spreads over your face. He wonders what you’re seeing now. Wonders if it’s Sam.

So Gadreel concentrates again, burrows into that deep part of you. Takes the pieces of what you were and uses them. Uses them to build a wall.

He feels your pain then. Feels it pulsing through you. It grasps at him. He only feels a tinge of it, but it reminds him of his own torture in Heaven’s prison so much that he keeps going, keeps building. Builds the wall higher and higher until almost all pieces of you are a part of it.

Gadreel opens his eyes. He sees you blink. Sees life in your eyes.

“Let me do this for you,” he says as he puts the final piece of you into the wall. “Let me do something good.”

[bettystonewell]

PART 1: THE MARK OF CAIN

Main Masterlist || On AO3 || On Wattpad

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Aussie!Reader

Summary: You knew you were screwed. Everything had been off since the moment you’d woken up in that hospital after your night out. But it wasn’t until you were accused of international fraud and taken to the local police station that it became clear, you were well and truly fucked. At least Agent Smith seemed to believe you and had an inkling as to what the wounds were on your body. You had been given fresh hope and the end was in sight. Or was it?

Word Count: 283k words

Tags: strangers to lovers, slow burn, eventual SMUT, ret-gone, mystery, language, Aussie slang and references (to the point it’s crack sometimes), Dean bears the Mark of Cain

A/N: As requested, welcome to the world of Glowworm. This was my very first fic. She’s a little rough around the edges, and to quote Dean in 11x04 - “Mistakes were made, mm-hmm,” but that just makes her even more Hard-Yakka.

The story follows a timeline made by hells_half_acre on Livejournal, and starts off mid Season nine, weaving in and out of canon. It is currently on hiatus, but with 60 chapters spread over two parts to catch up on, who knows, maybe it will be completed by the time we get there.

I’m tossing up whether to post this weekly or twice a week because I’m also still uploading To You I Belong. Let me know what you’d prefer. Enjoy! - Beth ❤️

*I've paused uploading the story for now, but you can find it in full on AO3 and Wattpad using the links above, including the second part

1. You Don't Exist

2. The Fugitive and Her Keeper

3. It's All in the Details

4. What's the Time Mr Wolf

5. The Bunker

6. Home Alone (with Kevin Tran)

7. Get Inked

8. Always Feels Like Tuesday

9. Little Koala

10. Location, Location, Location

11. We're Both Fine

12. Room 7B

13. The Demon and the Glowworm

14. Why My Foot?

15. The Wizard and Her Wand

16. Ask Jeeves

17. It Was Dean Winchester, at the Impala, with the Handcuffs

18. Hex Bags and Girly Girls Don't Mix

19. Ageless

20. Teenagers Aren't Monsters

21. The Blood on His Hands

22. Tell Me Your Story

23. One Whole Year

24. A Slice of Apple Pie

25. Was it Bach, or Simpson?

26. Two Redheads Aren't Better Than One

27. Honey and Babe

28. Tonight I'm Getting Over You

29. The Deal

30. My Door is Always Open

31. Waiting With the Enemy

32. When Later Becomes Now

33. A Few Days of Snow

34. How to Play Nice and Influence Hunters

35. Cruel Jokes

36. Sheriffs and Angels

37. Keeping It Happy

38. What's Your Number Winchester?

39. There has to be Another Way

40. The Truth Hurts (but so can Withholding It)

41. Whoever Said Romance is Dead, was Wrong

42. Honey and Babe 2.0

43. Doors That Open and Close

44. The Not So Calm Before the Storm

45. It Started and Ended with Charlie

46. Removing the Mark

47. The Exact Time and Place

48. Part Two Teaser

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If you’d like to be tagged in this series or any of my other works, you can let me know in a comment/ask, or you can add yourself HERE. If you’re in my Dean TAGLIST and don’t want to be tagged in this one, please also let me know. This is super niche and I don’t want to overwhelm anyone with two series going at once.

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sir bear’s 1k event masterlist

day 1:

prince!paul aron x childhood bff!assistant!male!reader (smutty royal au headcanons)

duke!oscar piastri x lord!crossdresser!male!reader (regency era au smutty headcanons)

lewis hamilton x gn!f1 rookie!reader

dennis hauger, pato o'ward & marcus armstrong x gn!formula blackout driver!reader

tailor!paul aron, racer!kimi antonelli, gentleman's club member!ollie bearman, valet!dino beganovic & model!zane maloney x gn!reader (1920s au)

engineering major!oscar piastri x gn!history major!reader x physics major!logan sargeant (university au)

red sighted!oscar piastri x tug sighted!gn!pr manager!reader x red sighted!lando norris (ft. red sighted!bff!ollie bearman)

day 2:

alpha!lando norris x gn!omega!reader x alpha!oscar piastri (pack headcanons)

arthur leclerc x racing bulls!formula blackout!ftm!reader

chinchilla hybrid!yuki tsunoda x gn!badger hybrid!reader

non sighted!gabriel bortoleto x gn!string sighted!reader x non sighted!isack hadjar (ft. helping hand!nico hulkenberg)

(non-driver) oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, dennis hauger, paul aron & charles leclerc x male!f1driver!reader

(ghost) oscar piastri, kimi antonelli & lando norris x gn!human!reader

day 3:

(twitch streamer) lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, dennis hauger, dino beganovic & arthur leclerc x gn!twitch streamer!reader

charles leclerc x gn!motogp!reader (crash headcanons)

oscar piastri x gn!childhood bff!reader (making it to f1 headcanons)

established dennis hauger x gn!reader - getting with arthur leclerc (regency era au)

king!kevin magnussen x male!f1 driver!reader

day 4:

gabriel bortoleto x gn!reader x isack hadjar (high school au/learning to drive headcanons)

callum ilott x male!formula blackout!reader

gabriel bortoleto x male!formula blackout!reader x isack hadjar (getting together headcanons)

dino beganovic x male!f1 champion!reader (winning your first wdc headcanons)

owner's son!mick schumacher x male!stripper!reader (1920s au, established relationship)

day 5:

kimi antonelli x male!prince!reader

logan sargeant x gn!formula blackout!reader x alex albon

prince!zane maloney x male!prince!reader

lord!ollie bearman x male!lord!reader x lord!kimi antonelli (victorian era au courting headcanons)

twitch streamer!lando norris x male!twitch streamer!reader

david alonso x gn!bookworm!reader

day 6:

omega!nico rosberg x male!alpha!f1 driver!reader (thunderstorm hurt/comfort headcanons)

mouse hybrid!esteban ocon x gn!fox hybrid!reader

prince!max gunther x gn!minor royal!reader

oscar piastri x gn!wobbly cat hybrid!reader (disability/cerebellar hypoplasia headcanons) (ft. bff!lando norris)

oscar piastri, lando norris, kimi antonelli, paul aron, dino beganovic & dennis hauger x male!reader (walking in on them naked headcanons)

day 7:

bear hybrid!ollie bearman x gn!chipmunk hybrid!reader x dragon hybrid!kimi antonelli (protective headcanons)

f1!zane maloney x male!f1 driver!teammate!reader (paddock smut headcanons)

deer hybrid!george russell x gn!fox hybrid!reader (ft. background!lalex)

musician!liam lawson x gn!f1 driver!reader

lance stroll x male!dad!f1 driver!teammate!reader

bottom!trans!ollie bearman x top!male!teammate!reader (smut gym session headcanons)

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Supernatural Masterlist:

Dean Winchester & little sister!reader:

Stay With Me

Too Old

Liar

Liar Part 2

Protector

Sweet

Priorities

Face Your Fears

The Best Present

Too Much

Too Much (little sister version)

Too Much (Dean’s POV)

Tortured Headcannons

A Family Lost, a Family Found

Sleep Tight

Ler!Dean Headcannons

Sharing is Caring

Wandering

Sam Winchester & little sister!reader:

Betrayal

Betrayal Part 2

Pride, Prejudice, and Pennywise

Ler!Sam Headcannons, Part 2

Lee!Sam Winchester Headcannons

Safe Distance

Squeeze Once, Squeeze Twice

Winchester brothers & little sister!reader:

Just a Girl

Shotgun

Playing Hooky

Book Dragon

Jolly Holidays

Thunder

Band-aids and Biker Gangs

Not Alone

Accidents and Promises

Safety First

Universal Love

Hey Jude

Big Brother

Shots and Surprises

Workout Buddy

Where to Run

Sleep Tight

Burn Out

Wedding Jitters

Useless, part 2

Birthday Pie

Migraine Ministrations

Look Alike

A Real Family

The Safest Place

My Favorite Thing

One Call Away

Another

Board Game Night

Pointless Protection

An Illness of a Different Kind

Baby Preparations

Clueless Shenanigans

Not That Bad

Uncaged Masterlist

Winchester Brothers & John & Reader

Old Blood, New Family

Castiel & reader

My Angel

Gabriel & teen!reader

(TFW & Gabriel’s daughter!reader): Chances, Chances part 2

(Gabriel & Winchester!reader) Guardian Trickster

Kevin Tran x Winchester!reader

Running with You

Various Characters

Adoption Agency (Dean, Sam, reader, Claire, Charlie, Jody, Ben, Cassie Je (oc)

Hate You (Kidding) (Crowley & daughter)

Picking Sides (TFW + Mary & Winchester!reader)

Team Free Will & Winchester!reader

Concerning Habits

[picklebunbun]

- 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚'𝙨/𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 [ + = platonic, x = romantic ]

- rules/intro page here

- lista maestra espańol

- how to request

- oneshot = O, headcanons = HC, drabbles = D

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ BSD

➴ 𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘨𝘰𝘭 𝘹 𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 HC

➴ dazai x m! reader O

➴ dazai x m! reader sfw alphabet HC

➴ 15 SKK blurb

➴ fyolai blurb

➴ Dazai angst blurb

➴ Dazai + trans sibling reader blurb

... more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ FNF

... coming soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ South Park

➴ adoptive parent + kenny, karen, and kevin HC

➴ oc x friend's oc [ angelo x oliver ] O

... more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ BLLK

... coming soon

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ HSR

➴ Dr. Ratio x GN! Reader

... more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ TMC

➴ mark heathcliff + gn! sibling! reader HC

... more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ HTF

➴ Flippy/Flipqy + comphet lesbian! f ! reader HC + D

➴ Mouse Ka Boom x gn! reader O

➴ Disco Bear x gn! reader HC

➴ Flippy + f! sister! reader HC

➴ Flippy x or + gn! reader with anger issues HC

➴ Flippy x gn! reader with DID and hates insects HC

… more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ Madness Combat

… coming soon

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ Saiki K

… coming soon

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ Sally Face

➴ oc x friend’s oc [ Geo x Wren ] O

… more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ BDFI/BFB/TPOT

➴ needle x or + f! reader O

… more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ TKATB

… coming soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷ no actual fandom

➴ oc x friend’s oc [ Caleb x Azrael ] O

… more soon.

๋࣭ ⭑⌞🥣⌝⤷special requests [mutuals/friends/family ONLY]

… coming soon.

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

⭐️Senior year sucks ⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!reader

Chapter 1 here

Chapter summery: you and Kevin get into some fun shenanigans, Henry is becoming a little more than just an asshole to you.

Word count: 3,055

Estimated read time: 14 minutes.

Chapter Tw: violence against female reader, swearing, name calling, bruising.

A/N: we are finally getting into some reader x Henry territory but, please understand. Henry is a complex and mean character. The pair here have some hurdles to get over before they can get to where we want. This is a dark slower burn story. Have fun!

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Chapter 4

You can try the cops

The 4 teenage boys fuck around in the back CD section and it is so disgustingly obvious that they are stealing shit. After they pocket whatever they find interesting, they wander around the store aimlessly for 5 minutes. Only stopping to look at any album with a half naked girl on it. You quickly push the little red button under the counter and continue strumming. You were glad you had put on your cardigan to hide your tattoo before you came to work. You can hear killer and Kevin in the back playing. That made you smile.

The boys finally decide they are done and try to head out the door. The tall one with longer black hair reached for the door only to find that it’s been locked.

“What the fuck? It’s locked?” He looks back at the other boys before they all look to you.

“Open the fucking door” the tall boy grits.

“Empty your pockets.” You calmly state without even looking up from where your fingers are meeting the strings.

“What the fuck did you just say you little shit?” Bowers spits at you. You wonder what his first name was. Surely it can’t be Bowers. That’s a dumb fucking first name.

You roll your eyes and set the guitar in a stand beside you before rising from your seat.

“I said empty your pockets. And I’d be quieter if I was you, boss is really cracking down on stealing these days. Last thing we all want is the cops here. But ya’know if y’all wanna try the cops nerves be my guest. I’m tryna help you.” They all look to Bowers and with an angry grunt he puts 2 CD’s on the counter. The rest of the boys follow suit and drop a total of 6 CD’s. You look at the price labels. The total came to about $56.

“There.” He fumed at you. “Unlock the fucking door” he demanded.

“Not just yet.” You pull out the scanner and scan all the CDs. you could see the chubby and blonde boys grow pale. You knew that they didn’t have the money. They thought you were charging them. You were right, the total came to $56 and a couple cents. You bag up all 6 of the disks and put the bag on the counter. Bowers and the tall kid were glaring at you, looking about ready to leap over the counter and kill you. You pull out your wallet and put the money into the cash register before unlocking the doors.

“Enjoy the CD’s!” You smiled nastily at them.

The chubby kid snatched the bag from the counter and they all stomped away. You giggle. God those boys were just nasty with the way they behaved. You sat back in your spinning chair

Kevin came out again with a new filled crate.

“Those fuckers give you any issues?” He prodded.

“Nope,” you smiled.

“Did they steal anything?”

“Nope I made sure”

Kevin watches the boys argue through the front window. They yell at each other then pile into that sporty blue car.

“What kinda car is that?” You ask

“Issa Trans Am. Really nice car.” Kevin’s answers quickly.

“What’s that Bowers kids name? Everyone calls him Bowers but that’s a dumb ass name I refuse to believe that’s it.” You snort.

“Henry” Kevin answers while going back to re-stocking.

Hm. Henry Bowers. He’s cute. Just your type. Kinda an asshole. But that doesn't make him less attractive.

“How’s about you help me with all these so we can finish before 9 and go to the store. I need some real food.”

“Bet” you hop up and go to him.

The two of you listen to music, laugh and giggle and play with killer while you work. You had gotten done about an hour early and the sun had already set. Kevin locks up, tosses your bike into the back and y’all head to the nearest grocery store.

The adventure in the store wasn’t very long. The pair of you got a lot of looks from workers about how much fun you were having. Kevin would try on a maternity dress and continue to shop in it. You would take a stab at juggling some metal cans. At one point Kevin hopped in the cart with killer and you ran with the cart down a straight shot before hopping up to ride the cart with them. You quickly crashed into a barrel of watermelons. Before security could kick y’all out you grabbed the last of what y’all needed and paid. It was raining. The sun was gone and it was raining. It was beautiful.

Kev's truck was the only one in the middle of the almost completely vacant parking lot. A few campers were parked here and there and a few cars were hidden in the shadows of the very edges of the lot. You ran to the truck with Kev and laughed. As soon as you reached the truck and he unlocked the tailgate he threw you the keys to start her up. You turned the key in the ignition and the truck bounced to life. The radio started playing “she's out of her mind” by Blink-182.

You turn it all the way up and jump out of the truck and appear in front of your friend who had just finished putting up the groceries.

You grab his hand and take him and killer a little bit away from the truck and start dancing to the music with him. You couldn’t dance. You knew you weren’t good at it. But for now you don't have to be good at it. You had to be you. Just you Kevin and killer, dancing in the rain. Kevin spun you and dipped you to the upbeat lyrics.

I’m in deep with this girl but she’s out of her mind!

You jumped and squealed with laughter while Kevin picked you up above I his head and spun.

She said babe I’m sorry but I’m crazy tonight!

He set you down for just a moment before he pointed at you and shimmied for the next set of words.

She’s got a black shirt, black skirt, and Bauhaus stuck in her head!

You laughed and twirled like the song was about you

He took killer by the paws and began to pretend to waltz with him.

I’m in deep with this girl but she’s out of her mind!

All of you, including killer , began to do that funny kind of dancing where you just jump. You and Kevin yelled with the remaining part of the lyrics and then the song ended.

You and Kevin couldn’t stop laughing. You close your eyes for a breather and without warning Kevin picked you up and hauled you over his shoulder. You began to twist and cackle while he took you and killer back to the truck. You all take a breath and Kev drives out of the lot. You sit, laughing, heaving breathing, and shivering from the rain

On the ride home you were really able to get a good look at your best friend. You hadn’t really looked at him since you’ve been here. He’s taller. You remember him being tall but he's really tall, maybe 6’2? 6 '4 even? His skin is darker. You knew he had a lot of work to do on his property but you didn’t think it would give him the tan nor the muscle it did. He wore glasses and had tattoos. Some new. Some old. They were so distinctly him. You could never imagine him without his tattoos. He had longer hair but not shoulder length. It was shaggy on top and in the back but well kept around the ears. You knew it was because he fucking hated the feeling of hair on his ears. His hair, your hair, his moms hair. Anyone’s fucking hair touched this dudes ears and he would go on a rampage.

You get home and put up all the groceries before showering and getting ready for bed. You usher killer onto the bed to shut off the light. Today was pretty okay. You were glad you got Kev to relax. You both needed some slack. You hoped tomorrow would be good too.

Little did you know tomorrow would only be the start of a living hell. What was it with you and not seeing people that ought to be seen in darkness?

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Your morning was uneventful and repetitive as you got ready and rode to school. You made your way to your Chem class 2 minutes early and took the window seat. It was due to rain again within the hour. You wanted to see it. Henry be damned. You look out the open classroom window before closing your eyes with a deep inhale. You were wearing another sweater but you still felt a chill as the wind gently caressed your body. Maybe you should have brought an umbrella.

You hear someone beside you sit before knocking into your chair. The only logical answer was Henry. You open your eyes and turn to make contact with the one and only Henry Bowers. He looked mad. Whether about the store or the seat you didn’t know, but you tried your best to ignore him. That task proved difficult as he kicked your chair and knocked your shit off your desk all class. What a childish asshole!

This would be a long fuckin day.

You carried on about the next 2 periods with little to no problem, but you were the last to exit your third period classroom. Even the teacher had fled out as the lunch bell rang. As you get up to leave and find the group someone came up behind you, grabbed your arm and yanked you back.

“¡Ayee!¿¡Qué La chingada!? Bro! What the fuck?!”You yelled, turning around to see none other than Henry bowers.

Oh fuck. You think to yourself. You are in a completely empty class with a fucking crazy person and no one is going to be coming back for at least another 45 minutes.

“What do you want, Bowers?” You asked indignantly, holding your head up.

“I know what you are~” he says to you in a crazy almost singsong way.

“What the fuck are you talking about” you are getting increasingly annoyed with his hand on you.

His face grows angry as he pushes you into a wall before getting in your face.

“You’re A fucking whore.” He spits. You can feel the heat of his face lapping at yours from how close he is , but you don’t flinch. You won't cower. “I should have known from the fucking second you came into my town, that you were a fucking prostitute!”

You pushed him away and tried to walk out. “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about!” You shout as you try to pass him.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me!” He shouts, grabbing you roughly by the arm. It hurt so bad it felt like his skin was made of fire, burning your flesh.

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” You scream and turn to smack him across the face.

He stumbles back and you take the opportunity to flee. You don’t look back as you leave Henry in the classroom and run to your bike rack where the rest of the group is waiting for you.

“Woah! what the fuck happened to you?” Richie asks loudly. Making everyone look at you. You had tears down your face and you were panting from running.

“A-a-a-are you ok?” Billy asked you, stepping closer.

You haven’t been this panicked since your mother…

“He-“ you huffed and gulped trying to get the word out. “Henry” you finally said. Everyone looks at each other and Beverly steps forward.

“Did he hurt you?” She asks worriedly.

You look away from her eyes and move your arm, telling her all she needs to know.

“Can I see?” She gently takes your hand and tries to get your eyes' attention.

You didn’t want this. What if they told people about your tattoos? You just got here! This place is so old fashioned in its views you haven’t even seen any adult other than Kev with tattoos. You’ll be ground into mud.

“Please.” You sob to her. “Don’t tell anyone.”

She nods at you and you want to believe her. “We won’t tell anyone” she looks at the others. “Right boys?” They all nod and try to lean in to get a closer look. Beverly pulls up the sleeve of your sweater to reveal the green vines that have been stained into your gentle skin. Her eyes crawl over every scar the tattoo has covered. From small circular ones to deeper older ones. She eventually pulls your sleeve up to your elbow to reveal that at the top of your forearm is the shape of a hand that’s already starting to bruise.

“It’s just a bruise. It doesn't appear to be broken” she smiles gently at you.

“W-w-w-woah. That’s beautiful” Billy says in regards to the vines.

You smile. “You guys can’t tell anyone?” you repeat.

“We won’t.” Beverly states.

“Good idea though.” Eddie pipes up. “Ya know. Hiding them. People here don’t like that kinda stuff.”

“Yeah I noticed” you huffed a laugh.

“L-l-l-looks like you are finally a part of the losers club.” Billy smiles wide.

“Losers club?”

“You’ve become a target for Bowers. That makes you one of us now! Welcome to the club of losers! Where no one really likes us and we don’t really like anyone else!” Richie announces like a game show host. You snort.

“Yeah. That sounds good” you pause. “By the way… how fuckin old are y’all? I been meaning to ask and legit can not figure it out.”

You all laugh.

Beverly answers you sweetly. “We are all sophomores. You?”

“Oh shit, I’m a senior.”

They all nod and laugh. All of you continue talking until lunch is over.

“I think I’m gonna head home early today. I ain’t want another run in with that asshole.” You take your bike off the rack as the end of lunch bell rings. They all wave you goodbye as you ride away. You get to the shop early and greet Kevin as usual.

“Honey I’m home!” You shout. The customers shopping look at you funny. Kevin runs out and looks at you.

“Hey why are you here? School isn’t out for like another 4 hours?” He scratched his head in confusion.

“Bad day. I didn’t wanna deal. Plus it’s only the second day. They usually don’t start teaching till the 4th day or so.”

You hugged super quick and you changed into your work clothes in the back room and sat with killer because technically you weren’t supposed to be working right now and all the restocking was done yesterday. After about an hour Kevin came into the back room to talk to you.

“Hey I- woah, who gave you the print?” He pointed at your arm.

You didn’t usually like lying to Kevin but you felt like now was the time. “Some bitch in calc grabbed me thinking I was someone else. That’s the problem when everyone here dresses like women in the 50’s who were finally permitted to wear pants” at this he snorted.

“I gotta head out for a sec, come watch the front with killer till I get back.” He tossed you the keys and left. The store was as quiet and slow as it usually is so you sat on your phone and listened to some music. You were relaxed and found euphoria in being alone and having time to yourself. That was until someone came in. He grabbed you by your hair over the counter to make you look at him. Henry fucking Bowers. Killer started going crazy and took Henry’s pant leg before Henry kicked him.

“Calm down your bitch before I fucking kill it!!” He screamed at you.

You sobbed and agreed. “Killer!” The dog immediately stilled. “Down boy!” The dog calmed down, whimpering, and pawed into the back room. You swear sometimes that dog was a little too well trained.

“What the FUCK do you want Henry?!” You gritted out.

He gets up in your ear. “I want you to know that I know everything.”

“Oh my god! What the fuck are you talking about, you redneck asshole!?” His grip on your hair tightens.

“I know that you are whoring yourself out to the owner of this shop” he laughs.

“WHAT?!” You yell. So caught off guard you aren’t even focused on the pain anymore.

“I fucking saw you In the parking lot last night and the creepy fuck drives you to his house every day. You're telling me a 40 year old man comes to my town, lives alone for years and then suddenly the only girl he ever has is a freshly 18 piece of ass?!”

“IM NOT FUCKING KEVIN!”

“BULLSHIT!”

“It’s not bullshit!! He was my best friend's brother!! His tattoos are fucking older than me!!! I had no where else to go so he offered that I stay with him, now for fucks sake let me go!” You punch Henry in his stomach and he stumbles back into a shelf making all the CD’s fall on him.

“Oh fuck” you gasp, running from behind the counter and over to him. “Shoot, I didn't mean to hit you that hard. ¿Estás herido?”(are you hurt?) You try to touch his shoulder to see if he’s okay and he punches you square in the face.

“Agh! FUCK” you hold your hand over your eye. “What the hell is your damage you dick!?” You yell at him as you back away.

Henry stands and goes to walk out of the store. “You are so fucking dead new kid. I’m gonna fuckin ruin you.” He says “calmly” as he walks out the door. You go to the bathroom and look at your eye in the old mirror. Fuck. There was already a shiner starting to form. You look at the clock to see that it’s only fifth period in school right now. No way this mother fucker ditched just to fuck with you. You hurry back out onto the floor and try to get the CD’s back on the display. Bad thing is that some of the disks came out of the case from all the commotion, leaving the disks scratched and damaged. As you were trying to pick up Kevin came back with some food in hand only to see you on the floor cleaning with a bruise on your face.

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Hope you liked it!

Chapter 5 here

Updates will now be every Monday unless stated.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

GUIDELINES !!

what i will do:

⭐︎ male reader (trans, cis, or unspecified) ⭐︎ masc reader (trans or unspecified) ⭐︎ driver!reader ⭐︎ brother!reader ⭐︎ trans!driver (ftm or transmasc) ⭐︎ autistic / adhd!reader ⭐�� fluff ⭐︎ suggestive or explicit content (for more specific guidelines on this, check here) ⭐︎ crack fics ⭐︎ very very mild relationship angst to comfort ⭐︎ moderate angst to comfort unrelated to the driver relationship ⭐︎ (some) aus ⭐︎ written fics + mini smau fics ⭐︎ multiple drivers (separate relationships) ⭐︎ multiple drivers (poly x reader) ⭐︎ rare pairs for poly x reader ⭐︎ one driver x reader ⭐︎ racially + ethnically neutral readers where possible + not import to the plot ⭐︎ disabled!reader

who i write for: ¹ ⭐︎ alex albon ⭐︎ arthur leclerc ⭐︎ charles leclerc ⭐︎ christian mansell ⭐︎ dino beganovic ⭐︎ esteban ocon ⭐︎ franco colapinto ⭐︎ gabriel bortoleto ⭐︎ george russell ⭐︎ guanyu zhou ⭐︎ isack hadjar ⭐︎ jack doohan ⭐︎ jenson button ⭐︎ kevin magnussen ⭐︎ kimi raikkonen ⭐︎ kimi antonelli ⭐︎ lance stroll ⭐︎ lando norris ⭐︎ lewis hamilton ⭐︎ liam lawson ⭐︎ logan sargeant ⭐︎ luke browning ⭐︎ max verstappen ⭐︎ mick schumacher ⭐︎ nico hulkenberg ⭐︎ nico rosberg ⭐︎ ollie bearman ⭐︎ oscar piastri ⭐︎ pato o'ward ⭐︎ paul aron ⭐︎ sebastian vettel ⭐︎ yuki tsunoda ⭐︎ (some) other f1/f2/f3/fe drivers on request ¹ exceptions may apply to mutuals, some drivers may appear in some fics but i will not accept requests for them with very rare exception

what i won't write: ⭐︎ cheating (reader on driver or driver on reader) ⭐︎ female reader (trans, cis, or otherwise) ⭐︎ femme reader (trans or otherwise) ⭐︎ nonbinary reader (other than transmasc) ⭐︎ specifically neutral reader (some fics may be largely gn, but it feels too restricting at the moment) ⭐︎ driver x driver ⭐︎ major angst of any kind ⭐︎ angst with no happy ending ⭐︎ proposal fics (may feature/be mentioned in other things but not main focus) ⭐︎ political fics (other than mild trans/homophobia)

who i don't write for: ⭐︎ carlos sainz jr ⭐︎ pierre gasly ⭐︎ daniel ricciardo ⭐︎ checo pérez

disclaimer!!

i write for fun, so even if your request is within the guidelines ... if it doesn't really inspire me, i just won't do it. full fic requests are closed at the moment but my inbox is always open, feel free to drop in and talk!! short fic requests are open!!

if you think of an idea while requests are closed please write them down somewhere but do not send them in. when full fic requests are closed, it means i am overwhelmed by what is already in my inbox and asks like this sent in during closure will be deleted.

just because i don't write for certain drivers does not mean i think they're bad drivers!!

if you have any questions about my boundaries, don't hesitate to ask! i don't mind questions as long as they're in good faith 🫶

[fafi-and-oblivia]

About Oblivia!

Hello! You can call me Oblivia! I am one of two admins on this account. Feel free to talk to me about Buzzfeed Unsolved, Jack Manifold (+other youtubers/streamers), Taylor Swift, MCR, Lovejoy, Fall Out Boy, BTS, Minecraft, Cryptid Coffeehouse, baseball, and many other things!!

I will write: angst, fluff, fics, headcanons, character x reader

I will not write: NSFW, yandere, gore, anything morally wrong (pls use common sense, I will just delete asks with typical taboo topics), I also will not write for real people, or character x character.

Fandoms/characters I write! Asterisks(*) denote favorites to write. List is subject to change!

Blooming Panic (current obsession): Nightowl*, Quest, Xyx*, NakedToaster*, Two2, BIGLADY*, Onionthief*

Harry Potter (fuck JKR): Harry Potter, Ron Weasley*, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom*, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood*, Draco Malfoy, Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson*, Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan*, Jason Grace*, Leo Valdez*, Piper McLean*, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Connor Stoll*, Lityerses, pretty much anyone!

The Quarry: Ryan Erzahler*, Dylan Lenivy*, Nick Furcillo, Jacob Custos, Abi Blyge, Max Brinly, Kaitlyn Ka*

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester*, Castiel, Kevin Tran*, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury

TSITP (boycotting season 2 bc I hate Belly): Jeremiah Fisher*, Conrad Fisher, Steven Conklin

To All The Boys/XO, Kitty: Josh Sanderson, Peter Kavinsky, Kitty Song-Covey, Min Ho*

The Umbrella Academy: Diego*, Five, Klaus

Bones: Zack Addy*, Vincent Nigel-Murray*, Wendell Bray, James Aubrey, Angela Montenegro*

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Dani, Jamie*

[aceditwrites]

The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules, 

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest 

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting 

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 

Dear Evan Hansen: Connor Murphy (my beloved), Evan Hansen, Jared Kleinman, Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck

Heather: Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke, Veronica Sawyer, Jason Dean, Martha Dunnstock

Invincible: Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson, Eve Wilkins, Rex Splode, Amber Bennet, William Clockwell

Epic the Musucal: Odysseus, Penelope, Telemachus, Eurylochus, Polites, Circe, Hermes, Calypso, Ride The Cyclone: Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg, Noel Gruber, Mischa Bachinski, Ricky Potts, Jane Doe/Penny Lamb, Constance Blackwood, Karnak

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

[gutzfreak]

↑ gut's intro post ↓

Heyyy im Gut ★ I write fanfics ★ He/They Im new here, so bear with me please :) I take passion in writing x readers! Only for spooky month tho lol Heres a list of rules n guidelines....

WILL DO --------------------- - Fluff - Smut - Angst - character x reader of choice (ex. trans reader, goth reader, etc.) - Headcanons - Things for comfort (like a character taking care of a reader having a breakdown) WONT DO --------------------- - character x character, this is for x readers only - anything that makes me uncomfortable, I'll let you know - Skid x reader, Pump x Reader, Hatzgang members x reader (get out weirdos) - Certain characters like Father Gregor and Mr. Wonder, idk how to write for them. I can do Ignacio tho - Cult Leader skiddad x reader, he would be abusive. I will do carver skiddad though. - Bob x readers, he makes me uncomfortable sorry!! HERE ARE CHARACTERS I WILL DO!! - Kevin - Radford - Rick - Jack - John - Lila - Jaune - Ross's dad - Carmen - Richard - Streber - Ethan - Leon - Aria - Liv - Blaz - Thin Thief - Fat Thief - Captain - Shotgun Aaand thats all!! The characters not listed are characters I wont do, obviously My writing tag will be #gutz writez But I hope to write here a lot, thanks for reading!!