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Want you back

Note - this is for @holylulusworlds 10k follower challenge! My trope was hurt/comfort Congrats I hope you like it😘

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Summary - You want Steve to be more than just your sugar daddy. He breaks your heart. Will he be able to make it upto?

Themes - CEO au, sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied age gap, smut, unprotect sex, loss of virginity, daddy kink

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - almost 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You squealed as you grabbed the deep red box from Steve’s hand, the words ‘cartier' written on it in golden cursive. You could see Steve watching in amazement from the corner of your eye. You gasped as you opened it, the prettiest and shiniest diamonds you had ever seen. “For me?” You looked at him with hopeful eyes. If he said no it would break your heart.

“Who else would it be for?” He chuckled and you gave him a smile embarrassed at your own silly thoughts. “Let me” He said pulling you by your hips to place you on his lap, taking the necklace out of the box and clasping it around your neck.

Such an act shouldn’t feel so intimate, but it really did. Steve was the most generous man you had ever met. He met you in a very difficult time in your life. Paying off your student loans, buying you a new very comfortable apartment, and so many gifts all the while never expecting anything in return.

All he wanted was quality time with you and complete honestly. He reserved a lot of disdain for dishonest people. Which is why maybe he liked having you around. You were the most honest person you knew, always wearing your heart on your sleeve, never having a filter. You understood now what Steve meant when he said ‘you're a breathe of fresh air' having met his friends. You didn’t know who to trust, all those parties seemed so glitzy on the surface but you did feel a certain darkness lingering underneath on some level.

You looked down at your new diamond necklace. Since your little arrangement with Steve started, over six months ago now, this would be the tenth diamond necklace he gave you, among a few diamond pendants and bracelets. “It’s so pretty” you said in awe of it to which he replied “It looks pretty because it’s on you doll”

“You didn’t have to daddy” You shifted on his lap to get comfortable putting your arms around his neck to look into his cerulean blue eyes, the prettiest eyes in the whole wide world.

“I just felt like spoiling my princess. It’s been a while since I got you anything. Jarvis told me you haven’t used the platinum card in weeks” He quirked a brow at you.

Well you hadn’t. You weren’t surprised Steve’s secretary Jarvis noticed. He always delivered messages, gifts to you whenever Steve wasn’t available. You started a part time job at a library just so you wouldn’t have to use it. “I’ve been thinking a lot” You murmur looking down at your lap to avoid his intense gaze. If you did look at his face you wouldn’t be able to articulate your thoughts “and I don’t want your money daddy. I just want you. I don’t want you to feel like that’s all I’m looking for”

“Hey look at me” He said propping your chin up to make you look at his face. He looked so worried you wanted to kiss away his frown. “I have a lot of money. What I do with it is up to me. And I want to take care of my princess. I don’t feel like you take advantage of me. In fact you do a lot more for me than I for you” He placed a couple of soft kisses on your knuckles while maintaining eye contact with you.

You scoffed at that. You didn’t really do anything for Steve. Not in the way women did for men. When Steve asked to be your sugar daddy, you were more than nervous. How would someone as inexperienced as you please a man like him? But until now you had only had few heavy make out sessions. Steve would feel your breasts through your shirt, and you were sure you felt his hard on that one time, but other than that you hadn’t really done anything together. “I want – “ you trailed off. What if you did tell him how you felt, that you loved him more than the word love can say it, and he rejects you, breaks your heart. You could probably take rejection from anyone else, but if it came from Steve you’d never recover.

“What is it?” He probed.

“I want you. All of you. Why can’t – I don’t know how to say this” You shook your head trying think of the best words. “Why can’t we be boyfriend and girlfriend like most people are? I –“ you paused as he stared at you intently “I love you. I know I’m not the best girl out there but I try my best” You inwardly cringed at your pathetic-ness. Not really the best way to ask to be someone’s girlfriend.

He took a deep breathe “I was afraid of this. I don’t do that doll. If I wanted a girlfriend I would have one. I don’t have space for that.”

You felt as if he stabbed you in your heart. You quickly got up, abandoning the comfort of his lap. You took the necklace off putting it on the abandoned open box. “I want more. I can’t ignore my feelings. I can live without diamonds or bags but I can’t live without –“ you choked a sob. “I think I’ll go home now”

You collected your chanel bag, which he gave you, you grimaced as you looked at it, when he got it for you were over the moon but now it just gives you pain, just like every gift he got for you would. You put on your shoes somewhat leisurely expecting him to get up try to talk you out of leaving, compromise, something! But he just sat there staring at the necklace you rejected. “Goodbye” you said and left.

You had never been to a ball. Any party you ever attended were frat parties that were well trashy for the lack of a better word. You were so amazed at the tall champagne flutes passing through, the exotic hors doers, people dressed in the most lavish gowns and suits. Everything was so pretty you knew you didn’t fit in here.

But Steve was so considerate with you. His hand never left your side the whole night. He kept you close to him, including you in any conversation he had with others. It was that kindness that you fell in love with.

But then she approached you both. She looked really talk in her sleek stilletos, her sharp cheek bones were complimented by her short brown curls. You felt a tinge of jealousy when she hugged Steve kissing his cheek as if she had known him forever. “This is Margaret” He introduced her.

You were later told that she was Steve’s ex girlfriend.

She had a posh British accent. With her classic black dress, she looked like she belonged here. You hurt yourself by thinking about how Steve and her looked so good together. They looked like they were meant to be standing next to one another. You had to try really hard to hold back tears when she touched Steve’s bicep, laughing at something he said.

You had been ‘together' for over two months at that point. You knew Steve was gorgeous. You didn’t however realise how much other women noticed his that. That night you felt as if everyone had their eyes on him. If you left for even a second to use the ladies room, Steve would be surrounded by women, all so gorgeous they looked other worldly.

You asked to spend the night at his home. He had turned his queen suite into a room for you. Complete with baby pink walls, silk sheets and the softest of stuffies. He told you he would be happy to have you. After kissing you goodbye Steve went back to his room.

You had other plans. You knocked on his door, entering without his permission. You almost considered leaving when you looked at the sight in front of you. He was only sporting his grey sweats. The dim yellow light from the lamp made his skin and hair look golden as if he was a god. He certainly looked like he was carved out by gods. His muscles so taut and his shoulders so broad. He looked like he was photo shopped.

You whimpered when you got a good look at his abs as he sat up straight. You were wearing your satin pale blue nightie, adorned with white lace on the edges. Something you bought when you were out shopping with him. You knew you didn’t look nearly as good as the women at the party.

“You can’t sleep princess?” He asked sitting back against the headboard.

“Hm” You hummed remembering your diabolical plan “I just felt so alone. Can I sleep with you?” You fluttered your lashes at him.

“Of course” He gave you a small smile shifting to his side to make room for you. You quickly skipped over to him and got under the covers with him. Nestling against his chest you nuzzled his neck. “Is everything alright with you?” He asked propping your chin up to look at him.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” You draped a leg over his hip and started grinding against his thigh. You didn’t know much about seducing but you could only hope you were doing it right.

“Well you were quiet the whole ride home.” He pressed his palm against your hip, firmly but also gently at the same time, to stop your grinding. “What’s going on?”

“I just really really want to make you feel good.” You tried your best to sound classy and sultry at the same time, just like Peggy did.

You didn’t want him to find out just how amazing he was, and how he could do better than you. He was nice to her. Was he too nice? Did he still have feelings for her? Why did you find out from someone else that they were together. You needed to give him everything.

He didn’t try to stop when you rubbed him through his sweats. Gulping down your anxiety you looked up to see him staring at you curiously. He quickly sat back up and leaned against his pillows as you took his cock out of his briefs and sweats. He looked big. Much bigger than normal men probably. How were you supposed to take him?

You tried to recall whatever you had seen in porn or had heard from friends and stroked his length. He seemed to like it since he moaned grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing it. You stared in awe as the creamy gooey liquid seeped out of his tip. You leaned down taking him in your mouth and going as far as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him and swallowed your spit so you wouldn’t make too much of a mess. You were about to bob your up and down as one is supposed to do when giving a blow job but he abruptly pulled you off of him by grabbing the back of your head.

He brought you close to him and crashed his lips onto yours in a kiss which was all teeth and carnal need.

He flipped you over so you were under him and worked on taking off your panties. “I think I should tell you...” You trailed off not being able to concentrate with his lips on your neck. “I’ve never.. done this before.” You whimpered as he sucked a bruise into the crook of your neck.

He immediately stopped looking down at you. “What?” He asked and you felt ashamed and guilty that you ruined the moment. “What did you say?”

“I’ve never-” You curled in on yourself so you were as small as your voice was “I’ve never done this before you know.” You sniffles tears trailing down your cheeks.

“Hey” He shushed you. Collecting you in his arms and rocking you back and forth. You cried into him for a while. His steady heartbeat lulled you and calmed you. “We don’t have to do that any time soon. Your first time should be special. With someone you love.”

Maybe he said those words to comfort you. But he had no idea just how they broke your heart. He never saw you as anyone he could have a serious future with. You weren’t a serious put together girl. Sure he may say he prefers your innocence over the cunning and self absorbed people in his world. But he was one of them.

“Is it because I’m not her.” You spat but you weren’t brave enough to look at him.

“Who are you talking about?” He spoke into your hair.

“Margaret or Peggy. Whatever you call her.” You mumbled afraid that you had let your true feelings be known.

“Is that what this is about?” He shook his head and when you didn’t look at him he sternly called out your name which made you whip your head up. “There’s nothing between me and Peggy. We had our time but it’s over now.” He tried reassuring you.

Even if your arrangement was supposed to be purely financial you were more or less unofficially exclusive. “Then why did I have to find out from Natasha that you were both engaged?” You pouted wiping your nose with the back with the back of your finger.

“I only asked her to marry me because I thought that was how it was supposed to be. That’s what everyone had told us since we were kids. That we were to grow up and get married. But then I realized that I didn’t love her like that. Neither did she. We’re just friends now. I promise.” He kissed your forehead.

You were hurt from being rejected by the only man you ever tried to seduce. He cuddled you and coddled you. Reassuring you again and again that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with you.

Just not perfect enough to actually be his apparently.

Days turned into weeks. You were just drifting through the motions. Steve insisted that you keep your apartment.

‘I gave it to you. It’s yours.’ He said.

And really beggars can’t be choosers. Before being his sugar baby, you cringed at that label now, you were just an intern in his company. But you didn’t last in that harsh environment for even a month. After that you didn’t really need to get another job since he promised to take care of you in exchange for your company.

You had no idea your company was worth that much.

You always had a crush on him. He was this stylish, smart, kind yet distant older man who was your dream guy of sorts. As in you could dream about him, but you can’t actually have him.

Of course you said yes to his proposal. And were more than happy to accompany him to exotic places in first class and private jets for over six months. To wear breath taking dresses which cost more than your tuition. To cuddle with him and make out with him. It didn’t really go far than that.

Yet it wasn’t hard to trick yourself into thinking that it was more. That you could convince him to want more with you. What a dumbass you were.

You applied to at least ten jobs, although you didn’t hear back from a single one. You were determined to get back on your feet and get yourself a new apartment. You’ll have to move back to queens or even New Jersey. There was no way you could afford a home in Manhattan. But you didn’t want Steve to get the idea that he’s any less cruel to you just because he let’s you stay in the condo he brought you.

For now you were happy wallowing in your sadness. Eating tubs of Ben and Jerry’s and watching the notebook. Thinking about how love is a lie fed to people since childhood so they don’t realise just how meaningless life is.

You were half sleep when you jerked awake to your intercom harshly buzzing. Grumbling you walked over to your door and pressed the button “Who is it?” You asked your irritation evident in your tone.

“It’s me.” Said the voice that was all too familiar to you. “Let me in please?” He requested desperately.

You let out a sigh pressing the little buzzer to let him in. As much as you loathed you, you loved him even more. It had been over a month, you were longing to see his voice, to talk to him, to smell him, to even just be around him.

You opened the door and let him into your, or his, home. You tried your best to not let him see just how happy you were that he’s in front of you. Instead you filled your eyes and drawled your voice feigning annoyance. “What do you want?”

“I want you back” He stated stalking towards you. “Please. I made a mistake” You had never seen him beg. This was so uncharacteristic of him. And you were going to thoroughly revel in it. You held his gaze, done being a coward.

“No” You simply said. “It’s too little too late”

“Don’t say that” He bent down invading your personal space. “It’s never too late. I – I love you” your jaw dropped as he stammered over the words leaving you shocked. “I’ve loved you for so long. I thought that I could pretend that I didn’t”

“Why?” You wanted to know.

“Because I’ve lost everyone I ever loved. I can’t lose you.” He kissed your knuckles.

“You already have.” But your body betrayed you as you leaned into his touch. You could already feel your resolve crumbling. “I don’t believe you.” You snatched your hands out of his hold. “You’ll change your mind tomorrow.”

“No no I won’t. I swear.” He scrambled to hold your hands again but you moved them out of his reach. It was almost satisfying to have the upper hand. To have him be the vulnerable one. “I’ll show you how serious I am.” He said removing a little red box from his pocket.

“Is that...”

“Yeah” He gave you a small smile. “This isn’t a spur of the moment thing. I’ve thought about this.” He said kneeling in front of you. He opened the box to reveal a solitaire diamond ring adorned by little diamonds on the band. It was simple enough to be classy but flashy enough to be special. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You’ve always held my heart y/n. Will you marry me?” He asked. His voice slightly shaky.

You didn’t need to think about it. You forgave him as soon as you heard his voice. “Yes” You whimpered. You didn’t even know that you had started crying. He stood up on his feet and slid the ring on your ring finger.

You smiled as he kissed you. After so long. It was just a month but it felt like a thousand years. It was as if he was parched and so needy for you. His hands wandering all over your body. He swooped you up in his arms and carried you over to your bedroom. He made quick work of taking off his sweater his jeans and his underwear.

He pulled your long sleep shirt over your head. You tried to hide your breasts from him. Having never been naked in front of anyone you were shy and felt so exposed. “You’re going to be my wife now.” He purred removing your hands and taking you in. He was awestruck. “You’re so beautiful.” He stated mater of factly.

He trailed kisses down your body. Settling between your legs he stared at your heat. You couldn’t tell if he was unsatisfied or not. You gasped as you felt his hot tongue against your warm folds. You squirmed and thrashed. It was so different from when you played with yourself. So much more intense. You whimpered punching the mattress when he pulled away, you instantly missed his mouth. You gasped as you felt his fingers invade your warmth.

He moved up looming over you pushing his fingers in and out of you. “I want to watch you fall apart” He said. His voice laced with lust.

You came all over them screaming as he captured your lips into a bruising kiss. Swallowing your moans and cries.

You were still coming down from your high when he pushed his tip inside you. You gasped. “Shh it’s okay” He cooed kissing your hair “It’ll be okay. Daddy always care of you. You know that right.” He whispered kissing your tears away “I’ll never hurt you again.” He let out a muffled grunt as he completely sheathed himself into you.

He let you get accustomed to his length for a minute before moving. Thrusting leisurely into you. You closed your eyes, holding onto your shoulders. Giving out little hums and mewls, only focusing on the weight of his cock in you, his tip hitting your cervix, and how he brushed against your pussy every time he slid out halfway, only to slid back in again.

“You’re so tight shit.” He cursed against your lips. “I can’t believe. I. Get. to. have. you. forever.” He grunted each word punctuated with a snap of his hips.

He snaked a hand between your bodies and stroked your clit before ruthlessly rolling it in his fingers. It was already so overworked and sensitive. You came clenching around his cock in no time.

Your orgasm set him off. He quickly pulled out, jerking himself off over your stomach you watched through hooded eyes as spurts of his cum painted your stomach. He slumped next to you. His face and neck flushed. “Have to be careful. I’ll use a rubber next time. I’m not ready to share you with anyone just yet” he muttered wiping his shiny forehead with the back of his hand.

He draped his arm across your stomach nuzzling your neck as you stared at your new rock. “You like it?” He asked kissing your throat.

“I love it. I can’t wait to tell my mom” You replied pecking his forehead. “We have to set a date. When do you want it to be? The theme? So many things.”

He hushed you “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll just hire a wedding planner.”

“What about your father? What if he doesn’t approve of me?” You worried.

“I don’t give two shits about his opinion.” He grumbled.

And you couldn’t help but giggle at that. It was rare to hear him curse. You couldn’t wait to plan your wedding and your life together.

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Butterfly Effect - Steve Rogers x reader

a/n - Hey lovely people! this is for @holylulusworld​​‘s 10,000 followers celebration, congrats!! (even though you have a lot more now lol). the divider is by the amazing @firefly-graphics​. italics are for thoughts / flashbacks, and the first parts are all in chronological order. Enjoy!<3

Summary: The words on Steve’s arm point to the circumstances in which he will meet his soulmate, and they’re very specific, or so he thinks.

Prompt: 11 - soulmate AU

Word Count: ~2,070

Warnings: reader gets a tatoo but basically this is just a huge fluff fest:)

"That's a cute owl you're drawing there."  

These are the words that were imprinted on Steve's arm since the moment he was born. When Steve could finally read, he asked his mother why are the words there.

"These words are very important," Sarah explained. "They are the first words your soulmate will ever say to you."

"What's a soulmate?" asked a confused Steve.

"A soulmate," his mother answered, "is someone you're gonna love very much. They're the person you'd probably choose to spend the rest of your life with. Their soul is connected to yours in inexplicable ways, almost as if they were one and the same. This," she pointed at the words, "is the sign for you to realize when you'll meet them. Somewhere out there, there's someone with the first words you're gonna say to them."

"So I'll be drawing an owl when I meet my soulfriend?" Steve asked.

"It's soulmate, dear. And I guess you probably will."

"And this… soulmate, will they buy me ice cream?" Steve asked hopefully, not quite getting the point.

Sarah giggled at her son. "Yes, I think they will if you'd want that. But also, they would love you so much, and you'll have the most fun in the world with them."

"Was da your soulmate?" Steve asked.

"He is," his mother answered, the smile on her face tinged with a little sadness that Steve hadn't picked up on.

Okay, so two round eyes, and then the body, and I should add some feathers and –

"Mr. Rogers!" the math teacher said sternly. "I haven’t assigned any equations yet, so I would appreciate it if you'd keep your attention on me instead of your notebook, for now."

"Yes, Ms. Williams," Steve replied sheepishly.

"You know you've already met everyone in this class right? No one here is your soulmate," Bucky whispered once their teacher turned back to the board.

"But I still want to get better at it," Steve shrugged defensively. "She's gonna say it's cute, Buck. For that to happen it needs to actually be cute."

"I don't get your whole fuss around soulmates Steve, but whatever. Suit yourself," Bucky rolled his eyes.

"You don't believe in soulmates?" Steve asked.

"Well, I wouldn't strictly say that, it's just… my words are 'watch it, weirdo.' Call me crazy, but I'm not that stoked to find that person," Bucky chuckled.

"Mr. Barnes! Something to share with the rest of us?" Ms. Williams said.

"No Ms. Williams, I'm sorry," Bucky said timidly and Steve snickered.

Steve could draw owls in his sleep if he needed to. Right now, his pencil was sketching over the page, lightly shading the wings of the owl and the –

"Rogers! You're on in five!" the stage manager called out to him.

Steve sighed and snapped his sketchbook shut. He kept hoping that maybe it was one of the girls on tour with him, but so far it wasn't going so well. The government-mandated entertainment had quite enough free time so Steve could draw as many owls as he wanted to in between shows.

He put the notebook aside and slipped on the cowl they had him wear. The Captain was needed on stage.

"So people take art classes… for fun?" Steve asked, puzzled.

"Yeah," Natasha answered. "Lately you're always drawing away in your little notebook, so if you want to, I could help you sign up for a class. Maybe they can teach an old dog some new tricks," she smirked.

"Ha ha," Steve answered dryly. Yet he couldn't help considering the idea.

The thing was, Steve wasn't sure if his soulmate was still out there to be found. You'd think he would feel a difference, some indication if his soulmate was dead, but when he went out of the ice, Steve felt nothing different. There was still a part of him that was hoping that maybe, just maybe, fate planned this. That his soulmate was still out there.

"That's a great color scheme, Steve," the instructor said, and Steve nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Thanks," he smiled, albeit a tad shakily.

This was the fifth class Steve took this month, and yet, no luck. He wasn't even drawing an owl, and yet the start of that sentence made him jump as if he didn't have super… well, everything.

But that doesn't mean he was giving up. His tattoo was still in place, even after all of these years, it hadn't faded. So he had to believe he could still find his soulmate.

These times were a lot more different than his. People here weren't always inclined to live by that philosophy of "soulmates". Some people chose to simply disregard that and find someone they loved regardless. Steve admired that, but he couldn't say he understood. If you're offered your perfect partner, why walk out of that?

"It's called instant gratification," Nat chuckled when he raised that question to her. "People like to have what they want as soon as possible. Besides, some people don't believe it's real, or don't believe it'll work for them. So, they take matters into their own hands."

Steve was more patient than the average person. He waited decades in ice, what's a few more years to find his soulmate?

Bucky had found his soulmate. Steve couldn't believe it.

Sure, he was happy for Bucky. When he came back today from the store with nothing but a small slip of paper, Steve had half a mind to smack him upright the head for not getting anything. Probably forgot his wallet.

But when Bucky showed him the paper he read the words scribbled onto it – "call me, weirdo, xx" and a phone number, Steve pulled Bucky into a tight hug, patting him on the back.

"Congrats, pal," he smiled.

Bucky beamed. Yes, Bucky Barnes, the terrifying Winter Soldier was beaming and his eyes were shining like a high-schooler in love. And Steve wished that could've been him.

He really was happy for Bucky. That's the thing – this was a good thing. Besides from his best friend finding the love of his life, it also meant that Steve's soulmate is almost definitely out there. But he couldn't help feeling a spark of resentment deep inside of him. It made him feel guilty, but he couldn't help the bitter thought that Bucky was never too keen on finding his soulmate while Steve did everything in his power to find them. And yet, Bucky found his while Steve's still in the dark.

So, to get out of his own head a little, Steve decided to go paint in the park.

To be honest, it was a wonder that Steve hadn't gotten awfully tired of drawing by now. But he still loved it, loved the quiet it cultivated in his mind.

Steve set up a canvas and looked around. People weren't noticing him, busy in their own endeavors. He almost started drawing an owl out of instinct, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Steve wanted to forget about the whole soulmate business for a while and just draw.

He saw a butterfly fly over and land on a nearby bush. Steve focused on the butterfly, trying to remember as much as he can. The rest he can improvise. The butterfly fluttered its wings for a few seconds before flying away.

Steve started drawing the butterfly. Once he had the pencil sketch, he started filling it in with the paints he had brought. He started with the little circles on its wings, filling them in so the shade will be just right, and he was about to move on to the rest on the wings when –

"That's a cute owl you're drawing there."

"It's a butterfly," Steve turned around, puzzled, before realizing what you had just said to him.

Your mouth opened in a gentle gasp. Your hair and clothes were a little messy from your long day at work. And at that moment, when you were caught completely off guard, Steve first met you. You were the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on, and he was an artist. He stared at you in utter shock while you returned him a similar look.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" your friend asked, sitting next to you with a worried look.

"I'm tired of looking for my soulmate. Do you know how hard it is to make conversation about butterflies?" you looked back at her. "I want to do this," you told her.

The tattoo artist came closer. "Okay ma'am, you wanted a simple butterfly, right?"

"Yes," you answered decisively. "On my left wrist." Your right hand had your words on it. "It's a butterfly." Maybe if you had a tattoo your soulmate would see it, would find you.

You closed your eyes and braced for what came next.

You weren't sure about this blind date thing, but why not. You trusted your friend that she set you up with a nice guy, at least.

You set up to meet in a park, and from there walk to a nearby restaurant. Right when the guy showed up, there was a butterfly next to you.

"What’s that?" you asked quickly, pointing towards it.

Your date turned his head to look, but by the time he did the butterfly was already flying away. "I don't know, it was probably a bug or something."

You stifled your groan of disappointment. At least you'd get a dinner out of this.

You and Steve were staring at each other in amazement. Finally, you were the one to speak up. "You're Steve Rogers," you said, frowning in disbelief.

"And you're my… soulmate," he returned the same disbelieving look.

You introduced yourself quickly, smiling at him timidly when you finished.

"So, you wanna get ice cream or something?" Steve asked, unsure of what exactly to do. But apparently he said exactly the right thing, because your face lit up.

"Right now though? You're in the middle of your painting and I wouldn't wanna –"

"It doesn't matter," Steve said quickly and stashed the canvas and paints underneath a bench nearby. "No one passes here anyways," he shrugged. "Until today," he smiled and you giggled.

You made your way to an ice cream shop across the street from the park, walking side by side.

"So, what is the great Captain America doing drawing owl-looking butterflies in a local park?" you asked, smiling.

"I was just looking to clear my head a little," Steve said dismissively. "To be honest, the fact that you didn't find me drawing an actual owl is very ironic, looking back," Steve chuckled. "I spent pretty much my entire life drawing owls, attending painting classes, anything I could to find you," his gaze met yours and he smiled softly. "And I find you in a random park while drawing a butterfly."

"Don't underestimate nature's camouflage," you chuckled. "And hey, you think that's ironic? Butterflies are so scarce I got this," you rolled up your left sleeve a little, revealing your butterfly tattoo.

Steve's eyes widened. "It's beautiful," he automatically reached out to trace the lines on your arm, then withdraws his arm when he understands what he's doing. "It's not as beautiful as you," he says with a smile on his face.

You avert your eyes to the ground in front of you. "Thank you," you bashfully say.

You and Steve got your ice cream, and you exchanged plenty of stories of your adventures in search of each other, most of which were devastating when they happened but when you look back at them now, they were actually pretty funny.

"I hope I can see you again," Steve said when it was getting a little late.

He looked so hopeful, but the question in itself made you want to laugh at the obviousness of the answer. Instead, you rose onto your tiptoes, and planted your lips on his soft ones in a sweet kiss.

Once you parted you took a napkin and wrote down your number. "I sure hope to see you soon," you smiled.

"I'll call you, butterfly," Steve grinned and you beamed at the nickname.

And that night you both went home with huge smiles smeared across your faces. Finally, your quest to find your soulmate was at an end, and you could start a new journey, together.

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[gotnofucks]

Congruence

Written for @holylulusworld 10k follows challenge!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader, Loki x Reader

Trope: Love Triangle

Summary: Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: None? Strong language, I think. Fluff and bad English (not my first language)

A/N: This is my first time writing something like this so please bear with me. Also, I’m a sucker for happy endings so…yeah.

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Wong was losing his fucking mind. He was one more broken vase away from cursing in Vedic Sanskrit and spent every hour cursing Thor for sending his miscreant brother to live at the New York Sanctum. He could have gone to Hong Kong, or maybe London where he would have fit right in with that English accent. But no! He had to send him here in New York with Wong and Stephen and you.

You had been living at the sanctum for only two months when Thor literally dropped Loki here. Wong and Stephen had been sitting in the living room when the ceiling cracked open and someone fell from the sky with a resounding THUD. Loki had looked up from the floor with utter contempt in his face at his brother who landed solidly on his feet.

“Hey there, doctor!” Thor bellowed, patting Stephen roughly on the shoulder and gave Wong a bear hug.

The sorcerers had stared at the two Asgardians with absolute shock on their faces until Wong exploded.

“Can you please for fucks sake use the door like a normal person!? Every time you are here you break something! The ceiling for god’s sake! Do you have any idea how much time and effort it takes to repair that?”

Thor looked at the ceiling with no remorse while his brother dusted himself off.

“Can’t you just, you know, reverse time with the stone and fix it?” Thor asked, taking a seat without being offered one.

“What are you doing here? And why, if I may ask, is your brother here?” Stephen asked rolling his eyes. Thor made the occasional stop at the Sanctum from time to time just for the fun of it. Banner bet him 10 bucks it has a lot to do with Wong being recently single, Stephen disagrees and says its because their kitchen is always stocked with Pop Tarts.

“Ah, you can keep my brother” Thor said nonchalantly, stretching his legs out and being comfy in his chair.

“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are, trying to treat me like an object?” Loki spat.

Before Thor could retort, Stephen banged his hand on the table. “I have no plans to keep your brother, Odinson. Pray, take him and leave. And while you’re at it, put some money on the table for the ceiling. We may have magic, but we don’t use it to put splintered wood back together.”

“You must keep him doctor, for the good of the nine realms.” Thor said, raising his hands slightly in resignation.

“Have you started another war already?” Wong asked curiously, eyeing the God of Mischief who looked about ready to stab his brother.

“He hasn’t, yet. But I’m leaving Midgard for some time and Valkyrie doesn’t want him around. They will end up killing each other by the end of the week. He’s got magic, you can make use of him here. Hell, make him fix that ceiling.” Thor said.

Loki was seething at having been treated like a naughty child while the adults talked around him. They hadn’t let him utter a word in his defense and he doubted it would matter if they did hear him out. Whatever, he didn’t want to stay with Valkyrie either. Before Thor dragged him here, he’d switched all her alcohol with fruit juice. She would be spitting fire for days and he was safer here. And so, it was decided that Loki would stay at the sanctum until Thor returned. What he would do here remains to be seen. Stephen wasn’t pleased with the situation, but he’d rather Loki stay here than cause some other world ending event that would drag him and other Avengers out to clean up his mess later.

You were in the library when this weird turn of events was happening, so you hadn’t had the chance to meet Loki yet. You were a new recruit at the sanctum, chosen personally by Wong who felt they needed more than just two sorcerers to protect this place. Until then you were under training with both of them and were still getting your feel of this space. You had so far met no one other than your two mentors so you were rightfully surprised to stumble on man wearing green cape and eating your cereal in the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him curiously while he did the same, chewing slowly.

“Y/n meet Loki. He’ll be staying with us for some time”, Wong said as ways of introduction. Wong adored you since he saw you in Kamartaj and had you brought here as soon as your preliminary training there was over. You were still very young, only in your 20s, so you brought with yourself a light and life that had previously been lacking in this sacred place. Ever since you came here, the sanctum had flower vases in almost every room and soft music could be heard at odd times. You didn’t take long to adjust to your life in New York and often forced both Stephen and Wong to eat something other than take out. You laughed and smiled and brought with yourself a woman’s touch to this dreary place. Wong wasn’t the only one affected. Stephen, who had initially been very against the idea of another sorcerer in the sanctum warmed up to you quick enough. So warm in fact that Wong could almost call it affection.

“Hi Loki, does your cape float too?” You asked and sat across him, pouring some cereal and milk into your bowl. Loki stopped eating and bent his head a little to the side, curious.

“It doesn’t.” He said at last.

“That sucks, I love flying cloaks. Stephen’s cloak – I call it Levi – loves to take me on rides. If your cape were a sentient too, maybe they could have been friends. Everyone should have friends, even clothes.”

Loki was looking at you with a small, amused smile.

“I can enchant it for a few hours; however, it won’t remain animated forever.” Loki said. He didn’t like talking to strangers, but you were so sweet, so unafraid of him that it pleased him. You had no awkwardness when you spoke, and no note of hatred in your voice, something that didn’t happen often in his conversations with people.

Your eyes brightened and you launched into a discussion about animation enchantments, something that the masters at Kamartaj had steered clear off. They were very adamant about how to use magic, and walking furniture was somewhere they drew the line. Loki’s magic was very different to yours and it fascinated you. This was how Stephen found you, deep in conversation with an amused Loki who looked at you softly. He scowled.

“What’s happening here?”, he asked, coming to stand behind you.

“Did you know it’s possible to morph your body in someone else’s completely? Solid illusions!”, you prattled on.

“Of course, I know, I just don’t use it.” Stephen said and took the seat beside you.

“You never said! You’ll teach me?” Your eyes were bright as you asked this, and it was with great restraint Stephen shook his head and said no. He found it difficult denying you anything and if he ever admitted it to himself, he would say he’s fond of you. Very fond.

Your face fell at his denial.

“You won’t teach me? Why?”

“Some magic is too advanced for you right now. We’ll build it up and maybe someday I’ll teach you, although I’m not fond of it. Some magic is just…silly.”

Loki was looking at your exchange with a small smirk and as you lowered your face in dejection, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table and looked straight at you.

“I can teach you.” He said and watched your eyebrows raise before a small smile formed on them. You looked happy until you remembered your mentor sitting beside you and looked at him with a forlorn expression. Stephen’s hands clenched and he resisted the urge to mash Loki’s face in his cereal.

“Like hell you would! I’m her instructor and the only thing you’re doing is staying out of trouble.” Stephen said, one hand leaning over the back of your chair, a gesture not lost on Loki.

“Didn’t Thor say I could be of help here? Well, this is it. I could help teach Y/n and we can compare notes on our magic. Wouldn’t you like that, Y/n?” Loki asked you in a sweet voice and you nodded eagerly, eyes pleading with Stephen to agree. You looked so earnest, so willing to learn, that Stephen couldn’t find it in himself to say no. He wanted to, he wanted to shout that he will teach you all you needed to know and more, that he is someone you can rely on. But he simply said yes.

Throughout this whole conversation, Wong, who was busy cooking hadn’t said a thing but if the stiffness in his shoulders was to go by, he was not a happy man. He knew some shit was about to go down, and lord did he not want to be a part of it.

From that day, what happened in the Sanctum was something Wong could only call an over glorified dick-measuring contest between Stephen and Loki. They did all but whip their tools out and boink each other on the head with it.  

It started from little things like teaching you something new and praising you about it. You loved to have your work being acknowledged and would blush a deep red at being praised. Loki had fumed for hours watching you and Stephen work and you giggling with a red face as Stephen told you what a good job you had done. In retaliation, Loki started teaching you enchantments and when you got them right, he would pat your hand and tell you that you were a good girl. That blush, and the glare he received from Stephen was a treat.

It didn’t stop with academics. The men started vying for your attention in the kitchen, each trying their hardest to win you over with more and more complicated dishes. Wong put his foot down when Loki made a Nutella sandwich that was a foot high and dripped with toasted marshmallows that took hours to scrub off. Stephen had laughed outrageously when Wong scolded Loki, telling him to clean up his mess and if he ever did something like this again, he’ll be using his toothbrush to clean the sanctum. Stephen stopped laughing however when Wong turned to him with a spatula in his hand. “And you! You’re banned from cooking too. I can’t go shopping every day to get you ingredients because you want to make Y/n pastries and pies and stupid Turkish delights three times a day. Out of my kitchen! Now!”

The antics continued, more often than naught resulting in skirmishes between the two men which in turn resulted in a lot of broken vases, furniture, and in some rare events, bones. They fought over who you spent more time with, smiled wider at, and laughed harder at. It drove Wong crazy, an unfortunate bystander to the playground tricks of two boys fighting over a toy. But you were more than a toy, that he could tell.

You weren’t oblivious to what was happening. You were young, not naïve and so you spent your days very amused. You didn’t mind this attention, far from it in fact. Two very handsome and powerful men, for reasons best known to them, were trying their best to impress you. It made you giddy and feel wanted, but also confused because while you weren’t in love with either of them, you didn’t think you’d be able to choose one when the time came for it. Surely, they can’t keep doing this forever and will one day give you the ultimatum to make a choice. You dreaded that day because with each passing day, with each sweet gesture and praise, with each hug lasting a little longer and each eye contact being a little hotter, you were reminded that with choosing one you would lose the other. That didn’t seem like the happy ending you wanted.

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Loki was at his wit’s end and knee deep in books and ancient relics. He had scrounged every storeroom and tome trying to find what he wanted to no avail. His hair was disheveled from running his hands through it too many times and he wished you would braid it like you’d done a couple nights ago. What had begun simply as an amusing prank to show up Stephen Strange ended up being a true gamble in the game of love. He didn’t really expect to start liking you like this. Sure, you were different, and he acknowledged that fact within minutes of meeting you. But he didn’t know that he would seriously start considering his intentions towards you. At most he had hoped he would find a friend in you, but he didn’t just want to be a friend anymore. He wanted you with your tinkling laugh and ability to cast spells far above your level. He wanted to see you defend him against Thor and to tell you stories of Asgard as you took a walk through New Asgard by his side. He wanted you so bad and he’d be damned if that red cloak wearing second rate wizard took you from him.

“What in the world are you doing?” Wong asked as he entered Loki’s room to find it strewn with books and odd ornaments. Loki was sitting on the floor looking quite frustrated, and well, a little pathetic.

“I can’t find it. I’ve searched almost every book and every relic you have here. I can’t find it!” Loki moaned. Wong didn’t know what he was looking for, but he felt a small spark of pity for the god.

“What are you looking for?”

“Aladdin’s lamp”

There was a pregnant pause in the room.

“Excuse me?”

“Aladdin’s lamp. Y/n was talking about how Strange’s cloak – Levi as she calls it – would have loved having the flying carpet as his friend. And I asked her about this carpet, and she told me it belonged to the Genie who came out of Aladdin’s lamp when rubbed. I want that lamp so I can ask this Genie fellow to loan me his carpet”

It was a tough battle between laughing and patting the god on his head like a small child. Wong fought the impulse to do either and sat down on a chair after depositing the books on it on the table. “You won’t find it here”, he told Loki whose head shot up at this.

“Why not? Is it at some other sanctum? London?”

“It’s…nowhere.”, Wong said and raised a hand to stop Loki from interrupting. “Aladdin is a fictional story, so is the lamp and the genie and the carpet. Y/n loves reading about them and watching the movie adaptations. She likes to see how morals have interpreted magic.”

Loki’s mouth dropped open and for a moment he looked about ready to cry for having wasted so many hours searching for something that didn’t exist. Then, he miraculously started laughing.

“Norns! This woman drives me up a wall! She mentions one thing and I just want to do that for her. I’m not even mad at her or myself, just disappointed that I’ll have to search for something else to get her now. What the hell happened to me?”

Wong looked at a man who was very nearly, if not already in love with you. He didn’t like Loki very much, but he didn’t want this man to go through a heart break either. He would have to talk to you, soon.

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Stephen fancied himself a step ahead of Loki because he had known you a little bit longer, but if he was being honest, there wasn’t much to go by. His insecurities had a lot to do with that, for he believed you would prefer Loki, a handsome man over a scarred man like him. But you had never mentioned anything about his slightly trembling hands. You had taken to his life without a hitch and so seamlessly blended into a routine with him, Stephen felt like you had always been a part of his life. He couldn’t remember when you’d started helping him tie his robes, or necktie when the occasion called for it. He couldn’t remember when he’d started eating home cooked meals instead of takeout at the deli Wong preferred. One day he was living without you, and the other you had taken over every aspect of his life and made it ten times as beautiful. He didn’t know if he could go back to living life as he did before you, and he’d be damned if some green-bean god tried to take you away from him.

“I am going to regret asking this but what are you trying to do?”, Wong asked Stephen who was standing in the middle of his meditation room holding his cloak. Well, holding might not be the correct term. Dancing…with his cloak.

“I am teaching Levi how to waltz”, Stephen said and continued to guide the piece of fabric through the leg movements. Wong watched this with morbid fascination before sputtering incredulously.

“Why?”

“Y/n loves to waltz and as I don’t always have enough time to indulge her, I’m teaching my cloak how to do it so it can keep her company. You’ll do that won’t you, Levi?”

To Wong’s utter astonishment the cloak seemed to nod and was almost elegant in his movements. For a good few minutes Wong watched this scene before sighing. Smitten, both of them. Absolutely wrapped around your finger and most definitely on their way to fall in love. Stephen was his best friend and he looked so happy since you got here, it warmed Wong’s heart to finally see Stephen smile and be genuinely happy.

He really really needed to talk to you and ask you whom you planned to be with, if any of them at all. This is exactly the sort of drama Wong hated and he was sure no matter what you said, someone was going to get their heart broken.

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You were going to do it. You were going to do it today and tell them your decision because you couldn’t take it anymore. The hostility between Loki and Stephen was getting on your nerves and you couldn’t spend a minute in one’s company before being interrupted by the other. In the end, you just left them both, hence losing the joy of both their presence. And poor Wong. You could see him trying to summon courage for what you knew was going to be a very uncomfortable talk. The past few months Loki had lived here had been the best and worst months of your life. But now that things were starting to affect not just your friendship but also your academics (because both your instructors ended up attacking each other and spent two days in the sick bay), you needed to make a choice. So, you did what you did best and got to baking.

“It smells like Valhalla here, Y/n”, Loki said as he watched you work.

“Why won’t you let us see what you’re making?” Stephen asked, trying to look around you but you glared at him and he sat down again.

“Will you both for god’s sake ask the important question? Why the hell are we wearing these outfits?” Wong grumbled.

You looked at the three men seated around the table in Harry Potter robes, each holding a handmade wand and pointy hat you’d forced them to wear. They had protested and whined (I’m not a witch for Norn’s sake!) but had given in easier than you thought. You really did have them wrapped around your little finger.

“Could you wait for like two minutes? This needs to be perfect!” You chirped and got back to your tray.

“I’m too old to be doing cosplay”, Wong said with a huff.

“Shut up”

It took you another ten minutes to perfect your stuff, a tray lined with identical muffins with Hogwarts logo and the sorting hat on top. Picking it up you sat it down on the table before the three men and then sat down yourself.

“These are the sorting muffins but with a twist”, you declared. Loki looked on with interest. He’d watched and read all the Harry Potter books and movies at your behest.

“I hate this, and I hate twists. The last time I saw a twist was when this one-”, Wong pointed at Stephen “-annoyed a cosmic being into accepting defeat. I still get nightmares about that”

“Oh, don’t be so dull Wong. These are compatibility muffins. We don’t need sorting, we’re already sorted. You are obviously a Ravenclaw because you’re the librarian, Stephen is of course Gryffindor because Levi is red, similarly Loki is Slytherin because that cape is definitely a Slytherin green. And I am a Hufflepuff because I am the best.” Your speech did not have the jubilant response you expected, and you crossed your arm with a deep disappointed sigh. Stereotypical as your sorting had been you expected something more than blank faces.

“So, what are these muffins for?”, Stephen asked.

“We all take one and see what color filling we find. The person whose house we get, that’s the person we’re most compatible with.” Now you had your expected response. Both Loki and Stephen sat at attention eyeing the muffins critically, trying their hardest to guess which one had the yellow icing in the middle. Beside them Wong groaned and facepalmed. Of all the ways for you to choose a partner, trust you to play a game of luck involving a children’s fantasy book. He was regretting putting that talk off now.

“So, if I get blue…” Loki trailed off

“Yeah, you and Wong can go make out in the corner” You answered. “But of course, Wong must get green too you know, or you’d have to find another Ravenclaw. Consent is important after all”

It was the dumbest shit you had ever come up with. You knew it, everyone else knew it. But if this was how it was supposed to go so be it. Everyone ignored Wong’s complain of ruining a good desert and set out to choose their most perfect muffin. They were all identical to the last crumb, and it took an annoyingly large amount of time for both your suitors to choose their pieces. After they had deliberated and finally chosen their muffins, you casually selected one and motioned for Wong to do the same.

Finally, with muffins in all your hands and eyes full of anticipation and trepidation, you all took a bite.

Stephen’s face broke out in a grin as he showed off his bitten muffin with a yellow center. That smile however turned into a frown as Loki showed a yellow centered muffin too. Wong, feeling utterly stupid showed his red centered muffin and then all eyes turned to you. With a straight face you turned your muffin and-

“Motherfucker!”, Wong cried and with his head in his hands began laughing and crying simultaneously. Loki and Stephen looked stunned, staring open mouthed at the two-colored center of your muffin. Red and green.

“What?” They both said.

“I can’t choose. I just can’t. That’s not who I am.” You said and looked them both straight in the eye, hoping they’ll see reason in what you’re saying. “How do you choose between two people who love so much? You can’t quantify that feeling, you can never tell if its greater for someone or not. Call me a coward or a bitch, I don’t care. This is the truth. I love you Stephen. I love all your music references and stupid movies you make me watch. And I love you Loki, with that English accent and your horrible cooking. I love you both and I am here if you’ll have me. This is what I can offer you, because I sure as hell can’t break either of yours heart.”

You didn’t know what was going to happen. You hadn’t exactly meant to drop the L-word, but well, it was true. You couldn’t break their hearts, so you put the ball in their court and allowed them to break yours instead. It was much better than going through with the pain of choosing one of them, especially when your heart beats simultaneously for two. You braced yourself for rejection, because sharing a person you love is never easy. But if you have to share it with a person you hate, well, its almost impossible.

Loki and Stephen looked at you and then at each other. They seemed to be having some sort of wordless conversation and the longer they remained silent, the more you felt like you’d made a mistake and lost them both. Finally, they nodded at each other and then looked at you.

“I hate this second-rate wizard”

“I hate you too, green puny god”

“But we love you more.”

You blinked once and then again. It took a minute to register what they said but then you were flying and the next second you were in their arms, one man at your front while the other at your back. Sobs whacked your small body as the tension of past few months left you in your lovers’ embrace and you could finally breath easy. You pulled away and looked up with a tear stained face at Loki and Stephen, a watery smile that they reciprocated.

“So, we can finally have sex now after months of violent foreplay”, you remarked making them both laugh and pull you in their arms again. This was it. This was your safe space, your heaven.

Wong was forgotten as the three embraced and he was as baffled as he had ever been. Only you could have pulled off something so crazy. He was so glad he almost joined the group hug himself. No more broken furniture, no more shouting and no more messy kitchens. Life could go back to normal. As soon as he said that thunder rumbled outside and the ceiling cracked, depositing Thor in front of them wearing his armor and red cape.

“What’s happening here?” He boomed, looking around as if he hasn’t just vandalized their home again.

“You’re such a Gryffindor!” You cried, still delirious with joy and hugged Thor who had till now never met you. “I need to shave my whole body!” And saying this you ran away leaving the men staring at your back.

“Who’s that? And what’s a Gryffindor?” Thor asked, sitting at the kitchen table, and stretching his legs. He spotted the muffins and picked one up, taking a huge chunk out. It was blue from within. Both Loki and Stephen turned to look at a red-faced Wong who was cursing in Sanskrit.

“Looks like Banner was right. I owe him 10 bucks”, Stephen laughed.

[jensengirl83]

Falling In The Woods

Dean x reader

Word Count-2397

Warnings-Angst, mutual pining, fake dating, fluff

Summary-Dean and Y/N have to pretend to be engaged for a hunt. How will things go considering they both have unspoken feelings for each other? 

A/N- This was written for @holylulusworld​ 10k follower challenge. My prompt was fake dating/relationship. I hope you enjoy

“No, Sam!” Y/N exclaimed. Sam knew better than to ask this of her. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but would you rather Dean go with another female hunter?” Sam asked, cocking his eyebrow. 

“Sam, you know how I feel about Dean. I can’t pretend to be his fiancee,” Y/n groans at the idea, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep herself in check. 

“You can do this, Y/N. Who knows, it might bring him around,” Sam said. 

“Yeah, right. He doesn’t and never will see me that way,” Y/N scoffed. 

“You never know what could happen,” Sam told her. He knew that Dean had been crushing on Y/N for a while, but wouldn’t say anything. He had volunteered them for this hunt for that very reason. 

“Whatever Sam. I’ll do it, but Dean isn’t going to be happy about this either,” 

“Dean already knows. He’s in his room packing and getting his gear ready,” Sam said with a smirk. 

“What?! You didn’t ask me first before telling Dean?” Y/N threw her hands up in frustration. 

“He knows that the job needs to be done. Dean and I don’t want another woman to die,” Sam said, giving Y/N his famous bitch face. 

“And I do? I just wish there was another way to do this. Alone with Dean in a cabin for who knows how long is going to kill me,” Y/N sighed. 

Y/N knew she needed to suck it up and do the job, but this was going to be one of the most challenging jobs yet. Not because of the monster, but having to pretend that she is Dean’s fiancee. Whatever it was, the monster is killing the females in the couples that were staying in a remote cabin resort. All the couples were either engaged or married, hence having to pretend to be engaged to Dean. 

“Look at it as a short vacation. You only have to pretend when you’re in the main lodge and around the other people staying at the resort,” Sam said, smiling at Y/N trying to make her feel better about what he was asking. 

“Fine!” Y/N said, exasperated.  

Y/N was in her room, packing her things when a knock on her door made her jump. She gathered herself before walking to open the door, seeing Dean standing there, his cheeks flush as if he were nervous or embarrassed. Y/N had no idea why he would have anything to anxious about. It’s not like he’s the one hiding secret feelings, but Y/N moves to the side and lets Dean walk into her room to see what he wants, shutting the door behind him. 

“Uhh, I came in here to give you this,” Dean holds out his hand, an engagement ring in his palm. 

“Dean, where did you get a ring?” Y/N asks, surprised he had one for her to wear for the hunt. 

“It was Mom’s ring. I’ve had it for years, and I figured it’d be easier to let you wear it than trying to buy one,” Dean said, shrugging like it was no big deal. 

“I can’t wear this Dean. What if I lose it when I take it off?” Y/N asks, already nervous about being in a fake relationship with him. Now he wants her to wear his mother’s ring? 

“Just don’t take it off,” Dean smiled, pushing his hand towards her to take the ring, “We can stop and buy one of those things that makes a ring fit if we need to,” 

Y/N took the ring from him, her hands shaking a little from her nerves, slipping it on her ring finger. She lightly gasped at the shock, the ring a perfect fit. What were the odds? Y/N looked up to see the surprise on Dean’s face as well, never thinking that Mary’s ring would fit, let alone look as beautiful as it did on Y/N’s hand. Their eyes met and held for a moment before Dean blinked and cleared his throat, breaking the small trance they were in. 

“I’ll be in the garage. You can meet me there when you finish,” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck, before turning on his heels and walking out of her room to pack his things in Baby. 

The car ride to the resort was relatively quiet, neither feeling the need to talk too much. That’s one thing Y/N loved about being around Dean, the need to speak all the time not there, able to be comfortable in each other’s silence. She happy about that today more than ever, as they were almost to the resort, and her stomach was in knots. Y/N had no idea how she would make it for however long they were going to be there. 

They had checked in and was given the key to their cabin, and directions to which one was theirs. Dean followed the directions that the woman had given him, all the places scattered around a vast property in the woods. Y/N and Dean’s eyes grew wide as they pulled up to what they were going to call home for the next few days. They were in awe of the beauty of the cabin and the surrounding woods, not another person for what seemed like miles. 

“Wow! This is amazing!” Y/N said in awe as she walked through the door. 

“Sure is, sweetheart,” Dean said, followed by a low whistle. 

The living room was decorated in cream and earthy tones, a stone fireplace against the back wall, and a small kitchen off to the side. Y/N walked into the kitchen to find it fully stocked, and she knew that would make Dean happy. She turned to see that Dean was already ascending the stairs to look around, and she followed, needing to pick a bedroom anyway. Y/N stopped in her tracks when she made it to the top of the stairs, her heart falling to her feet. There was only one bedroom with a queen-sized bed. 

“Looks like we’re bunking together,” Dean said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“I can take the couch,” Y/N said with a sigh. 

“No, Y/N. There’s really no point. We’re adults and can sleep in the bed with another adult,” Dean said, his tone firm. 

“Fine,” Y/N said, walking by him to put her bag down and start unpacking her things. 

It had been three days, and Y/N and Dean had no idea what was killing the women. All they knew was that the bodies were found out in the woods, their necks broken. Y/N was getting frustrated with this hunt taking so long, having a hard time acting like Dean’s fiancee without getting carried away and Dean figuring out her secret. She was sitting on the couch, her laptop in her lap, when Dean walked in. 

“They have a thing in the lodge tonight for the couples. A throwback dance, they called it. Supposedly people like to reminisce about their old dances from school,” Dean said, making a face because he didn’t understand the appeal. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Y/n asked. 

“Because we need to go. We might be able to catch this damn thing with everyone together,” Dean groaned. 

“Uhhh,” Y/N whined, standing up without a word to go get ready. 

Y/N sat at a table in the lodge, trying to keep her eyes open for anything suspicious. She hoped they would kill this damn thing and be able to leave and head back to the bunker. The soft touches, light pecks on her lips, her fingers wrapped tightly in his, was slowly killing her. Because she knew it meant nothing to Dean, and she wished it did. Her heart dropped when one of her favorite songs started to play. “Heaven” by Bryan Adams. Y/N sighed, not looking over to the man sitting beside her, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to keep it together. 

“Dance with me?” Dean’s voice broke her thoughts. Y/N looked up to see that Dean had stood and held out his hand for her, “People will start to wonder why were aren’t dancing like they are,” 

“Okay, let’s play pretend,” Y/N groaned, visibly frustrated. 

Dean led her onto the dance floor, spinning her in a circle before pulling her into his chest. His arm slid around her waist, and his hand rested on her lower back, the other hand on her upper back, holding her close. Y/N sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek to his chest, able to hear his heartbeat. She closed her eyes as he swayed their bodies slowly, Dean starting to sing the lyrics unknowingly. 

The smell of her shampoo and perfume invaded Dean’s senses as she held her close to him, feeling her body heat radiating through him. Dean’s eyes closed as he silently wished he could have her this way, and it be real, her in love with him as he was with her. Dean leans back to look at her face, her beautiful eyes holding his gaze. Dean leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, but it was different this time. It wasn’t the quick fake pecks on her lips like before. His heartbeat soared as he kissed her soft but passionately, Y/N’s groan bringing him back to reality. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart! Damn it. I can’t do this anymore,” Dean whispered, turning to leave her standing in the middle of the dance floor, hurt and confused, Y/N taking his reaction as his rejection. 

Y/N watched him walk out the door, tears starting to sting in her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea, and she had told Sam. Y/N stood frozen while her mind raced, not sure what she was going to do. She could run back their cabin, pack up and leave, and find a way back to the bunker, but she was tired of being a coward. Y/N walked to the door with a sense of determination to find Dean and tell him everything. 

Once she made it outside, she looked around to see if she could get an idea of what direction Dean had gone. Y/N had decided to make her way back to the cabin when she heard Dean’s voice yelling for her in the opposite direction. Y/N sprung into action, running to find him, praying he was okay. She had run a few hundred feet into the woods when she saw him, standing by a tree, holding his hand out for her. As she slowly walked towards Dean, something felt wrong, but she couldn’t place it. 

“Y/N, come here, baby,” Dean said, causing Y/N to freeze. He only called one thing “baby,” and that was the Impala. 

“You’re not, Dean! Where is he?!” Y/N shouted, backing away from who or what this thing was. 

“I am Dean, well, I’m wearing his skin anyway, and I can see in his head,” the monster laughed. 

“You’re a shifter,” Y/N gasped, realizing she had no weapon her. 

“Smart girl, and pretty too,” the shifter chuckled, walking towards her and backing her up against a tree, “I can see how he feels about you, Y/N. He’s in love with you, but you won’t live to hear him say it,” 

“Why? Why are you killing the women?” Y/N asked as she had to know before her impending end. 

“Why? Because, sweetheart, that’s what he calls you, right? I lost my mate to a hunter, and now, I’ll take every happy woman I find. Let her mate feel the loss I feel,” he growled, wrapping his hands around her neck. 

Y/N closed her eyes, not wanting to see Dean’s face as the shifter snapped her neck. Dean was in love with her too, and now she was going to die before she could tell him. Tears sprang from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she felt the shifter’s hands tighten around her throat, her last words to Dean escaping her mouth into the quiet night, hoping he would one day know how she felt. 

“I love you too, Dean,” Y/N choked out before her world went black. 

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up! Oh God, please wake up,” Dean’s voice sounded tortured as she tried to open her eyes, feeling his hands shaking her limp body, “Please, I need you, Y/N. I love you,” 

“I love you, Dean,” Y/N’s voice was hoarse as her eyes fluttered open to see Dean on his knees beside her, tears staining his cheeks. 

“Y/N! I thought I lost you,” Dean said, watching her eyes widen in terror, thinking he was the shifter, “He’s dead, Y/N. It’s me, really me,” 

“Prove it,” Y/N croaked, trying to scoot away from him. 

Y/N watched as Dean took his silver blade, sliding it over his forearm as his blood started to trickle out of the wound. Y/N sighed in relief, her body beginning to shake from the shock of almost being killed by the shifter. Dean had her in his arms in an instant, shushing her and rubbing his hand up and down her back. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ve got you,” Dean whispered into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief himself. 

“Dean, I thought I was going to die before I got to tell you. I love you, and I have for a long time,” Y/N said softly. 

“Y/N, I know I’m not the best at expressing how I feel, but I love you, and I promise I’ll try not to screw up too much,” Dean said, causing Y/N to chuckle. 

“I guess that’s all I can ask for,” Y/N smiled up at Dean, his eyes boring into hers. 

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and it wasn’t like the one in the lodge. This kiss was more passionate and full of promises that neither one had to say aloud. This kiss was the first of many that would happen between the two of them as a couple, their love and perseverance winning out over anything the world would throw at them. 

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[holylulusworld]

10k Followers Challenge Masterlist

Thanks to everyone who takes part in this writing challenge!

Mz. Hyde Masterlist (It’s a series!) 

Writer: @moosekateer13​​​

Summary: Jared, Jensen, and the reader have friends for over decade. One night in the hot tub leads to so much more.

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader x Jensen Ackles

Rating: A/B/O, Smut, Polyamorous Relationship

Trope: A/B/O

Waiting game

Writer: @heloisedaphnebrightmore​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: fluff, pining

Trope: friends to lovers

On the Battlefield

Writer: @fabelsrose

Summary: Past relationships don’t matter anymore on the battlefield. With everybody on the hunt, who’s going to come out on top?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: none

Trope: Lovers to Enemies

Souls Intertwined By Fate Masterlist (It’s a series!) 

Writer: @bucky--barnes

Summary: A soulmate is the one where you share extreme emotional sensations after you meet them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Rating: Angst, Mentions of Murder, Mention of Suicide

Trope: Soulmate AU

Love In Sin Masterlist (It’s a series! Stay tuned!)

Writer: @msmarvelouswinchester​

Summary: Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing: AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: Angst, Slow burn, Fluff, Implied Smut, Mentions of crime and drug, Swearing.

Trope: Fake Marriage/ Fake/Pretend Relationship

Baby Spoon - Part 5 (FIN)

It’s a series! Read the first 4 parts before this one here: Baby Spoon

Writer: @deanwanddamons​

Summary: Part V - The final part of the Baby Spoon mini series. Set 18 months after part IV, it’s Dean and Y/N’s wedding day.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Maybe angst

Trope: Soulmates

She was that memory

Writer: @waywardbaby​

Summary: The three stages of winning and losing the one you love.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Angst with a little bit of fluffy smut somewhere in the middle and then some more angst. We also have head-over-heels in love Dean, heart break and hurt. The fluffy smut doesn’t really require warnings but we have fingering and that’s all. The rest is pure fluff.

Trope: Friends to lovers & lovers to enemies

Body Swap

Writer: @roonyxx​

Summary: What do you do when You and Dean switch bodies?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, crack, language, mutual mastrubation.

Trope: Body swap

LETTERS TO Y/N

Writer: @deanmonandnegansbitch​​

Summary: none provided

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (eventual), Human!Michael!Dean x Reader, Jo x Charlie, Anael x Ruby 2.0 x Author (Me)

Rating: Mutual pining, angst, thoughts of cheating, jealousy

Trope: Mutual pining

Falling In The Woods

Writer: @jensengirl83​

Summary: Dean and Y/N have to pretend to be engaged for a hunt. How will things go considering they both have unspoken feelings for each other?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Angst, mutual pining, fake dating, fluff

Trope: Fake dating

The devil at your door

Writer: @herstarburststories​

Summary: Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Rating: dirty talk, mentions of boob fucking, hints of dark sexual, angst if you squint, teasing

Trope: Lovers to enemies

Amas veritas

Writer: @jay-and-dean​

Summary: Sharing a bed with your idols leads you to reveal a secret you have been keeping since childhood. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, Smut (hand!kink (duh), unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this), Dean really enjoying female orgasm, a hint of edging), swearing.

Trope: Sharing a bed

Want you back

Writer: @donutloverxo​

Summary: You want Steve to be more than just your sugar daddy. He breaks your heart. Will he be able to make it upto?

Pairing: CEO!Steve x Reader

Rating: CEO au, sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied age gap, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, daddy kink

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Congruence

Writer:  @gotnofucks​

Summary: Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader, Loki x Reader

Rating: None? Strong language, I think. Fluff and bad English (not my first language)

Trope: Love Triangle

Butterfly Effect

Writer:  @fangirlovestuff​

Summary: The words on Steve’s arm point to the circumstances in which he will meet his soulmate, and they’re very specific, or so he thinks.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: reader gets a tatoo but basically this is just a huge fluff fest:)

Trope: Soulmate Trope

Not my world part I

Writer: @nekoannie-chan​

Summary: The intrusion of a certain being will wreak havoc on Steve’s life, will Aryah be able to solve it?

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America/Captain HYDRA) X OFC (Aryah Rumlow)

Rating: Mentions of smut, nothing explicit, mentions of alcohol.

Trope: Parallel universes switching

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10,000 Followers celebration

A/N: Thanks to @writeyourmindaway for the divider

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Love in Sin

Prologue

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Warning - Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Implied Smut, Violence, Swearing

Chapter Warning - Mentions of drug and crime, Angst-ish, Fluff-ish

A/N - This is my first AU Dean Winchester x Reader series. This is also written for @holylulusworld's 'Tropetopia'. My trope was 'fake marriage' (Hope you like this)

This is also an entry for @deanmonandnegansbitch's 200 AU challenge (Congratulations on your 200)

It has been beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons (Thank you so much for correcting my awful grammar and for giving me important suggestions about the series)

Spn divider by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89

If anyone wants to get tagged in the series, let me know!

“Detective Winchester.Please meet me in my office,” Executive Director Mr. Bobby Singer ordered with a sour look on his face and marched off to his office.

“Hey Y/N, did you hear what Captain said to me?” Special Agent Winchester smirked at Y/N, “Meet me in the office. Why would he ask me that? Maybe he wants to give me a new case, maybe something about a triple murder.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Dean, unless you don't want to get your feelings hurt, stop talking shit. I haven't had my coffee yet and you better go to Mr. Singer’s room. He’s really grumpy today.”

“Oh don't worry, I will handle him just fin-”

“Winchester! In my office. Now!” Mr. Singer barked at Dean.

He shot you a nasty look and scurried off to Mr. Singer's office.

“Sir,” Dean said, approaching Bobby’s table.

“Close the door Winchester,” Mr. Singer said in a calm voice. Dean closed the door and took a seat at the table.

“What I am about to tell you shouldn't leave this room. I will brief Special Agent L/N about this case later, but I need to talk to you first,” Mr. Singer said, trying to maintain an even tone in his voice.

“Yes sir. This thing stays between us...and Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes when he said your name.

“We got news about a huge drug racket going on,” Mr. Singer put forth a map of an area, “here. You see in this red circle. This is the area.”

Dean studied the map carefully. It was a map of Lebanon, Kansas. There was a red circle drawn over a particular area.

“You think there is a drug racket going on? Do we have any evidence?” Dean asked Bobby.

“That's the thing - we don't have any evidence-”

“So it's all just based on an assumption?” Dean eyebrows shot up. Mr. Singer was never the one who worked on assumptions. This was new.

“Not all assumptions. We got hold of a drug dealer’s name - Crowley-”

“Crowley? He is one of the most notorious drug dealers. He is literally a ghost. He always escapes the detectives and police forces. He is like the boss of the underworld,” Dean’s eyes started shining with excitement, but his mouth snapped shut when he saw Mr. Singer glaring at him.

“Will you let me continue Winchester and not interrupt me by fanboying over Crowley?

He apparently has ties with other drug dealers and we need to find that. He has been seen numerous times in that neighbourhood, but he always disappears when the police get to the area,” Bobby said.

“That's interesting. What do you want me to do?” Dean’s hands shook with excitement. This was going to be the biggest case so far.

“Winchester. You will be going undercover with Y/N as a newly married couple. You will be leaving your duties here and will need to cut ties with this office. I will give you my personal number which you will use to contact me and keep me updated . You and Ms. L/N will be staying at a rented house in that neighbourhood and you will take a simple job there. We have to catch Crowley. Winchester, are you willing to do this?” Mr. Singer asked Dean whose head was now swimming with all the new information.

This surely was going to change his life.

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[fablesrose]

On the Battlefield

One-Shot

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Description: Past relationships don’t matter anymore on the battlefield. With everybody on the hunt, who’s going to come out on top?

A/N: I wrote this for @holylulusworld 10,000 followers celebration. Congrats! This was a little short, but I had fun writing it!

Trope: Lovers to Enemies

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It was never supposed to end this way.

We were never supposed to be on opposite sides, opposing teams, we were never supposed to be pitted against each other.

But here we are, on the battlefield, but not side by side. Not watching each other’s backs. Waiting to see if one of us would have to take out the other.

It didn’t seem that long ago when we were squished on a futon because neither Dean nor I would give it up for the floor. Or in the Impala, lying in the back seat, an arm reached up to hold Dean’s hand while he drove through the night. Or Dean sitting comfortably close on the couch, watching a movie while he would nuzzle his nose into the crook of my neck and leave an occasional kiss.

So many fond memories. Now it’s all gone. They didn’t matter anymore. Now neither of us would hesitate to shoot the other.

Now I’m waiting, maybe even hoping, that he’ll roam into my sights. That I’ll be the one to squeeze the trigger, ending his role in this game that we’re all playing.

That’s all this was a game. A game that can bring people together and rip them apart just as easily.

As I was thinking of how we got into this sticky situation, the one I’ve been thinking about stalks into my sights. A number of emotions cross through my heart.

Love was not one of them.

Maybe I was a bit too eager. Maybe I was a little twisted to be so excited. Out of everybody involved, everything that he’s faced, the evil that he has toppled like it was nothing, it was me who received the pleasure of taking him down.

I settled myself in my hidden perch a little more comfortably. I took all the time in the world to set my sights on Dean as he crept slowly and quietly along. Cool and calm, I took aim at the center of his chest.

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at the opportunity, “Sorry Dean looks like it is not your lucky day.”

I squeezed the trigger smoothly and my weapon fired without any difficulty.

Time seemed to slow as Dean looked at his chest and then the direction the shot was fired from. We locked eyes and multiple expressions crossed his face before he even opened his mouth: hurt, betrayal, and anger.

“Come on!” Dean stood up normally and held his laser gun to his side. He looked ridiculous in his bulky vest flashing red to show he’d been shot.

I cackled at him for a long enough amount of time to probably make him uncomfortable.

“You suck, I hate you.”

I recovered enough to say, “Get out of here, you’re dead!”

“You know what Y/n? You’re gonna sleep on the couch tonight!” He walked backward so he could still yell at me while he retreated.

“I already sleep on a couch most of the time you absolute dumb ass!”

[nekoannie-chan]

Not my world part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America/Captain HYDRA) X OFC (Aryah Rumlow)

Word count: 1166 words. 

Summary: The intrusion of a certain being will wreak havoc on Steve's life, will Aryah be able to solve it?

Warnings: Mentions of smut, nothing explicit, mentions of alcohol. 

A/N: This is my entry to the @holylulusworld ‘s 10,000 Followers Celebration with the tropes:

“Parallel universes switching”.

Also my entry to @arrowsandmixtapes’ A better love story than Twilight with the prompt #10:

“What if I’m not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?”

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Universe A

  Aryah stretched out and then saw the clock on the wall of her brother's office. Soon, the Helicarrier would arrive. That day, there was no training because most of the team had gone on a mission.

She got up and arrived a second before the helicopter landed. As soon as she saw her brother and her boyfriend come down from the helicopter, she smiled. By the expression on their faces, it seemed that everything had gone well on the mission.

"How was your day without me, shorty?" Brock said. 

"It was good; I already organized all the documentation you were supposed to do, idiot," she replied. The siblings looked at each other and then laughed. "I guess the mission was successful; will we celebrate tonight?"

"Sure, the same place as always."

After Brock left, Steve approached Aryah and kissed her on the forehead, making sure no one saw them.

"Did he ask you anything?" Steve asked, "No, not yet, but I think he suspects about our relationship; he'll probably keep an eye on us."

"Is the hero afraid of the ‘bad boy’?" Aryah asked.

"What if I’m not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?"

"Steve, please, you're the nicest person I’ve ever known and a hero. Whatever my brother knows that I have a boyfriend; he just doesn't know who it is."

"Doll, maybe you should stop drinking; you're already very drunk," Steve said as he tried to take the drink out of his girlfriend's hand.

"It's just not fair," she complained.

"What's not fair?"

"You don't get drunk. How about we go to my house and..."

"Aryah..." 

She let out a giggle and hugged Steve tightly as if she wanted to prevent him from escaping.

"Come on, Steve, it's not the first time you..."

"Can you give me back my sister?" Brock said, who appeared behind them.

"Sure, I just..."

"Big bro’! Can you buy me a real-size stuffed Steve?" Aryah asked with amusement. Brock raised an eyebrow and shook his head as he grabbed his sister by the shoulder. "Then we take the real one to our home."

"No, Aryah, leave him; we're leaving; you're very drunk; I have to get you back to the house before you start using your powers like crazy," Brock said as she tried to get her to let Rogers go, but she hugged Steve tighter, and they continued like that for a few minutes. "Okay, Rogers, you come with us. "

"You'll sleep in the living room," Brock ordered.

"Nooooooooo, he will sleep with me."

"Anyway, just make sure she doesn't use her powers."

No one had an unexpected visit from Kang at night, which no one managed to detect at the time, but if he caused some alterations, which they noticed until the next day,

Aryah opened her eyes slowly; the headache was killing her. She turned around and didn't see Steve; she remembered everything that happened the night before.

"Oh no. Surely Brock must be interrogating him."

She left her room and headed to the kitchen. Brock, upon seeing her, offered her a cup of coffee without removing his unfriendly face.

"Where is Steve?" Aryah asked. 

"I guess in your bedroom, and I need explanations."

"He wasn't there when I woke up."

"Then he runs away."

"I don't think so; he's always very responsible."

Aryah shut up before giving more details and dialed his mobile phone several times, but Steve didn't answer.

"Steve's the boyfriend you refused to say his name to, isn't he?"

"Hmm. Well, you're my favorite brother," Aryah replied, avoiding seeing him.

"Shorty, I'm your only brother."

Universe B

  Steve opened his eyes; Aryah was not by his side; however, he observed his surroundings; it was not her room; the place where he had awakened was very different; he could even say that grim. He went out; he wasn't in the building where she lived or on his own; the place looked like a compound.

"You woke up late," Aryah said.

"How are you feeling? It looks like you don't have a hangover."

"Hangover?" 

"Yesterday, we were celebrating and..."

"The only ones who were celebrating in his room were my brother and Sinthea; the disadvantage of having him as a neighbor is that I heard everything."

"Sinthea?       Who's Sinthea?"       Steve questioned me confusedly.

"Brock's girlfriend, Steve, you're acting weird. I think yesterday's training headshot affects you; maybe you need to be subjected to another ‘treatment’."

"Treatment?"  

"Stop joking; we have a meeting with Zemo in ten minutes." Aryah left after saying that.

Steve started following her, but he stopped when, on one of the walls, he saw the Hydra symbol. Had he been deceived? How did it end up in that place?

"Aren't you going to put on your uniform?"

"HYDRA? Aryah, what does all this mean?"

"What do you mean? We work for Hydra, Steve; you're Captain Hydra; did you expect us to be on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s side? You know they don't want to save the world," Aryah replied.

Steve was perplexed; there was a chance he was dreaming, and it also meant that maybe the Avengers counterpart was there too.

The woman had already turned around and walked back into the boardroom.

"Aryah, where's Natasha?" Steve inquired, and then Aryah suddenly stopped and returned to Steve's threatening way.

"Don't repeat the name of that fucking traitor bitch, Steven."

"Here you are!" Rachel exclaimed when she saw them in the hallway. "I decided to pick you up in case you were busy; I didn't want Zemo to interrupt you again."

"Who are you?" Steve asked. For him, everything was getting too confusing; he had to somehow find out what was going on.

"Rachel Leighton..."

"I think yesterday's hit affected him," Aryah whispered.

After Aryah and Brock spoke for a few seconds, Steve kept seeing around him.

"Cap, we have to go on a mission," Brock said.

"A, are you sure everything's okay?" Rachel questioned him before getting on the ship.

"There's nothing to worry about; we'll soon find out what's going on. I'm sure that's not my Steve but a S.H.I.E.L.D. spy."

Rachel smiled; she knew what her friend was referring to. They both got on the ship, and Aryah sat next to Steve and hugged his arm.

"So, what did you think of my proposal last night?" Aryah whispered in Steve's ear.

"Of course, whatever you want," Steve replied, trying not to sound nervous, yet he had no idea what he meant.

Steve also didn't notice when she signaled to his brother, and soon everything went dark for him.

Universe A

  When the brothers arrived at the Triskelion's gymnasium, Aryah immediately noticed something strange; he went to the dressing rooms.

"Steve?" Aryah waited a few seconds in silence. "Steve, get out wherever you are."

Steve showed up, grabbed Aryah by the arm to bring her closer to him, and kissed her passionately.

"You're not Steve; who are you?" Aryah was questioned when she separated from him.

Part II

[herstarburststories]

The devil at your door

Kinktober day 3: Demon

Suptober day 3: Demonic

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

A/N: This one goes for @holylulusworld's 10k celebration, my trope was Lovers to Enemies. Congrats again, hon! And this is also my piece for @hardcoresupernatural 's Halloween challenge with the prompt: I'm not scared of you.

@deanmonandnegansbitch's asked: Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women

Warnings: dirty talk, mentions of boob fucking, hints of dark sexual, angst if you squint, teasing

CATCH UP KINKTOBER: Day 1 / Day 2

Spending his whole life in imaginary chains had frustrated Dean Winchester more than he was aware of. He’d always done what his dad taught him; kept himself from what he wanted in order to be the good soldier — the hero — even if it was against his own desires. 

Dean saved the world once or twice and didn't get a thank you, a break long enough to relax or even visit the beach for the first time. No, hunters were never kids. Hunters never had time for fun. Hunters were made to be hunting. He always found himself fighting winless battles and ending up drowned in whiskey and self-pity.

Now it was all gone. His old persona never had time to be human, so losing that side of him wasn't a big deal. If anything, he felt better now. Whatever his green eyes wanted, Dean would go and get it.

No barbed ward could contain a demon, much less the Knight.

At first, it was funny. Messing around with Crowley, fucking some good, new pussies after tasting only yours, and causing destruction whenever he felt like it.

Then the thrill expired. Honestly, the Winchester pictured it would last longer. Crowley started bitching around like a whiny little man and the new girls no longer could satisfy him — that is, if they ever did. Dean was pretty sure he liked them so much because the cat and mouse play of finding a new toy, but at some point, the cat gets enough of the foreplay and wants to eat the prey. They were so boring in all their humanly forms: they didn't have his stamina, they didn’t know his sweet spots, and they didn’t enjoy all the mischievous things he wanted to do.

Only painting his knuckles with an aleatory idiot's blood could get a real smile out of him these days. Nonetheless, even throwing punches gets exhausting when they stop fighting back.

Where was the fun of being free?

It clicked him like one of the worst sounds of tortured souls screams; you. 

You used to be the wild in Dean's heart during hunter days. You knew all the bad things he wanted to do, and you moaned in pleasure through them. You knew his body and yours like religion and shamelessly worshipped them.

When he finds himself at your door after leaving a woman who just wanted some vanilla sex in a cheap motel, it shouldn't have been a surprise. At least, it's not in his uniquely demonic brand of rationality. As you open the door, the look on your face tells him you agree with that. 

Or so his deranged mind said.

You crossed your arms, the angle exposing your cleavage more as you leaned against the rose-colored door that he helped you paint months ago.

Dean used to think this little apple pie life was so savage, something out of his reach that he’d only get to touch in case of a miracle, like caressing the fire only to get a feel for the burn. Now he can't help but scrunch up his nose, disgusted by domestic, urban pleasures.

“What do you want, Dean?” You looked him up and down, a humorless smile on your face. “Got tired of fucking everyone with a pair of boobs?”

“I'm more interested in your boobs, sweetheart.” Dean isn't put off by your sarcasm, countering with the same flirty tone that used to get you riled up all the time.

Isn't the past such a beautiful memory?

“Go find someone your species, Winchester.” You rolled your eyes and pulled away, pushing the door closed before Dean's foot interrupted you.

He faked a pout. “Wow. That's racist, Y/N. This demon’s got feelings, you know?”

His childish attitude heats your system. Only Dean, demon or not, could push your buttons and get on your nerves in a matter of seconds. You pushed the pink door fully open with enough strength to make it slam against the wall with a loud crack. Dean doesn't look affected, though. You furiously glare at his lopsided grin.

“Do you also have a brain? I told you to leave. Get lost.”

“Come on, baby girl. I know you miss my cock. What about a night to remember?”

Believing he was the man you once loved was getting harder with every word he said. Your body seemed to recognize him easier, aching for him like some kind of spell. All you had after Dean Winchester left was a longing body and fury.

“Do you really think I'm gonna let you in my house for a quick fuck like I'm one of your one night stands?”

Dean appeared to be considering it for a moment, eyes focused on anything but you. His lips pursed before he glanced at you with a malicious beam. “Yes. You always said I was the best sex you ever had. Why not get a bit of it? You already know you won't regret that, sweetheart.”

You studied him, picturing what would bring a man who ran away back to what used to be his home. Dean had left as soon as he became a demon, the only trace of his existence being a note addressed to Sam and pieces of your heart. When you and Sammy finally found the eldest Winchester, he made was certain to make sure that you were aware of his very active sex life. He’d tacked on that he'd kill Sam and you both if you tried to save him.

You let him run like water after this. The Winchesters might have that wondrous codependency, but you didn't need something like that in your life. Especially not with a demonic cheater and murder.

Your eyes were too wide to ignore the warning signs now. Yet, that didn't answer why he was in your doorway. If he wanted to be saved, he'd go for Sam and call you from there. If he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't spend time talking about fond memories. He didn't look like a lost puppy looking for shelter either. So, what the fuck was this green-eyed devil doing here?

Quietude thickened while you noticed Dean not seeming to notice your silence, his eyes too busy observing your breasts. Your Dean Winchester was always a boob man, and he was looking like he'd fuck your titties on your porch for all your neighbors to see. It certainly wouldn't be yours and his first time with public sex. Still, that wasn't the point: he was here, hair longer than usual and cock clearly starting to awaken in his jeans…

Because he had missed you.

You chortled in dismay, unable to discern whether he was kidding or not despite the bulge in his pants, and that glimmer in his eyes already confirmed your suspicions. You knew him.

The realization almost cheered up your soul. Your reasoning stopped you from collecting hopes about that demoniac form of a man. Dean was here for carnal desire, not love. He had sex with other women while you spent sleepless nights crying into his old shirts. He broke you as the monster that he was — he deserved to suffer.

You didn't care if your heart would be a little more broken, or you pussy a bit needier after that.

“You missed fucking me, Dean? Missed my tight pussy squeezing your cock? Maybe my mouth on it? Or how you got it between my boobs? Did you miss how I taste?” You took a step closer to him, making Dean lift his glare to your face again. 

He wore a cocky smirk as he answered, “Not as much as you missed me.”

Dean was right. Your body cried for him, and so did your soul. Who fucking cares? He didn't before, and you would not now.

“Liar.” The word rolled letter by letter off of your tongue. “I can take care of myself, even call a friend to do that, but you came back just because you can't forget how eating my pussy like a fucking feast feels like. Can you, sweetheart?”

You used that stupid nickname that he often gave people. You were very aware that it would irritate him, as it was laced with the implication of another man putting his hands on you.

Dean quickly grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him. He groaned. It was that fucking sound he made when something truly made him furious, and you knew your panties were gone. His eyes flashed into darkness that replaced his glistening greens, and for some calamitous reason, that turned you on.

“You better not have let anyone fuck what's mine, Y/N. I'd rip his throat in front of you and fuck you right next to his body,” he spits out jealously. His posture radiated that usual, alpha-esque tenseness that tumbled you two into angry, possessive sex so many times before.

“So jealous. I loved to tease you only to get you rough on me. Throwing me against the wall, going so hard inside my pussy that the bed broke, holding me hard enough to leave marks. You wanted for my bruises too, right? How I'd scratch your back, bite your collarbone, ruin your neck for everyone to see you were mine, but I guess what you really liked about me was that I was as hungry for you as you were for me. I would’ve let you do anything to my body, and I did. Because I wasn’t scared of you, Dean, and I’m not scared of you now either.” The way your arms compulsively wrapped around his neck made you wonder if you really wanted to strangle him or pull him closer. You could smell his manly cologne mixed with sulfur. It shouldn't make you want him more. Your knees shouldn't be begging to kneel for him and suck his cock. Be stronger. “You could come in, throw my clothes away and fuck my boobs with your dick instead of your eyes. Hurt me good enough to make me ask for more. But you know what?”

“Mm?” Dean's reply came in a hum as you pressed your hips against his, causing his clothed cock to rub on your belly. It was a tiny bit of relief — finally. He missed this so much: he couldn't wait to slip into your tight pussy.

“You won't.” Your lips brushed against his before you pulled away. His hands left your body from his surprise at your words. A wry smirk was wrung from your lips despite your wet pussy. “You stuck your dick into other women as soon as you became… whatever this is.” You scoffed, pointing at him with a feigned disgust in your eyes that you knew your body disagreed with. “Go have fun with your hand, Dean.”

A light rose painted door was ultimately closed in his face.

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[moosekateer13]

Mz.Hyde Masterlist

For @holylulusworld ‘s Lulu’s 10k follower challenge

Trope 16: Alpha/Beta/Omega (ABO)

Summary: Jared, Jensen, and Y/N have been friends for over a decade. One night in the hot tub leads to so much more.

Warnings: A/B/O, Smut Polyamorous Relationship

Inspired by: Halestorm’s Mz. Hyde

In the daylight, I'm your sweetheart,

Your goody-two-shoes prude is a work of art

But you don't know me, And soon you won't forget,

Bad as can be, yeah you know I'm not so innocent.

Part 1: Part: 2 Part: 3 Part: 4  Part: 5

[spnfanficpond]

For holylulusworld​‘s Lulu’s 10k follower challenge

Trope 16: Alpha/Beta/Omega (ABO)

Word Count: 2,735

Summary: Jared, Jensen, and the reader have been friends for over decade. One night in the hot tub leads to so much more.

Warnings: A/B/O, Smut Polyamorous Relationship

Inspired by: Halestorm’s Mz. Hyde

In the daylight, I’m your sweetheart, You’re goody-two-shoes prude is a work of art But you don’t know me, And soon you won’t forget, Bad as can be, yeah you know I’m not so innocent.

[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge

I know. I KNOW! Another writing challenge being thrown into the void, but hear me out. It’s not due til April and it’s all about that gorgeous, sleek, black beauty known as Baby...

Dear, wonderful Baby is turning 50 this year. Damn does she look good, amiright? I think that she deserves a whole lotta love so, I’m inviting you all to celebrate with Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge! 

The idea is to write a Baby-centric fic. Want to set your whole story in Baby? Cool. Want to crash her and put the boys in danger? Do it. Want to write Human!Impala? Go for it. Just as long as Baby plays some kind of starring or important role in your fic, it’s all good.(You with me so far?)

I’ve put together 50 different song prompts in 3 different categories. Some of these songs are a little less well-known, but pretty inspiring once you give them a listen and you can use the prompt however you want.

Group 1: The top songs from April 20- December 30, 1967 according to the Billboard Charts Archive (chose those dates since her birthday is April 24)

Group 2: Songs about cars & driving

Group 3: Songs with Baby in the title

Rules/Guidelines: 

NO, you don’t have to be following me, but it would be cool if you did. I’m nice, I promise.

Any SPN pairing/ship is welcome. Just please make sure you give proper warnings before your fic and in the tags.

Any genre is welcome - gimme the fluff, the angst, the smut, the crack fics, the au’s. Want to write a poem, a drabble, a 10k one-shot, a series? Gimme.

Tag me @butiaintgonnaloveem in your fic and use the tag #Happy Big 50 Baby in the first five tags. 

Fics are due by April 10 APRIL 17th , that gives you 3 months! of writing time. It also allows time for extensions and for me to get the masterlist together. Should you need an extension, or to drop out, please let me know before the due date.

Send me an ask with your first and second prompt choices (in case one is already taken). I will take up to 2 entries per prompt. I’d love to get 50 fics, but as celebrations go - the more, the merrier. Prompts taken on a first come, first serve basis. I’ll answer you as quickly as I can, I do work and sleep sometimes.

If there is a different version of the prompt you’d like to use, you are welcome to do so, just as long as it’s still the same song.

Questions, need anything clarified? Drop me a line. My asks and messages are open. If you need any ideas, I’ve got a few. Now, on to the prompts!! Prompts with strikeouts indicate that both spots are already taken.

Songs of 1967:

Something Stupid – Frank & Nancy Sinatra ~ @one-shots-supernatural & @purgatoan

The Happening – The Supremes

Groovin – The Young Rascals ~ @plaidstiel-wormstache & @idreamofhazel

Respect – Aretha Franklin ~ @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms & @hanginwithmanerds

Windy – The Association

Light My Fire – The Doors ~ @wayward-mirage

All You Need is Love – The Beatles ~ @revwinchester & @seljepw

Ode to Billie Joe – Bobbie Gentry ~ @demonangelimpala

The Letter – The Box Tops

To Sir With Love – Lulu

Incense and Peppermints – Strawberry Alarm Clock ~ @purplejellybean

Daydream Believer – The Monkees ~ @hollygopossum & @staticbirdy

Hello goodbye – The Beatles

Songs about Driving/Cars:

Low Rider – War ~ @scarygoodfanfics

Get Out of my Dreams, Get into my Car – Billy Ocean ~ @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog

One Piece At A Time – Johnny Cash ~ @babypieandwhiskey

Life is a Highway – Tom Cochrane ~ @little-red-83

Radar Love – Golden Earring ~ @kayteonline & @helvonasche

Riding in My Car – Woodie Guthrie

Pink Cadillac – Bruce Springsteen ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats

No Particular Place to Go – Chuck Berry ~ @littlegreenplasticsoldier & @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba

On The Road Again – Willie Nelson ~ @sammied23

Cruisin – Smokey Robinson ~ @chaos-and-the-calm67

I’m in Love with My Car – Queen ~ @maximumkillshot

The Passenger – Iggy Pop ~ @deandoesthingstome & @anotherwinchesterfangirl

Paradise by the Dashboard Light – Meatloaf ~ @impala-dreamer

Chevrolet – ZZ Top @wideawakeandwriting

Black Limousine – The Rolling Stones

Devil in My Car – The B-52’s ~ @megafrontliner311 & @bulletscrossbowpie

Blondes in Black Cars – Autograph

I’ve Been Everywhere – Johnny Cash

My Chevrolet – Phil Vassar ~ @assbutting-everything

Night Moves – Bob Seger (we all know why this one’s here) ~ @ilostmyshoe-79 & @bcr36

Ramblin’ Man – The Allman Brothers Band ~ @cookee50 & @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Baby Title Songs:

O Baby – Siouxsie and the Banshees

Baby Come on home – Led Zeppelin ~ @quick-act-supernatural

Baby Love – The Supremes ~ @xxturningsaintsintotheseaxx

My Baby – Janis Joplin ~ @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

When She Says Baby – Jason Aldean ~ @samgirlcarmen

Baby Ride Easy – Johnny Cash

Baby’s in Black – The Beatles

Love to Love you Baby – Donna Summer

Maybe Baby – Buddy Holly ~ @seenashwrite

Baby Ain’t That Fine – Gene Pitney

Baby Don’t Get Hooked On Me – Mac Davis ~ @sunriserose1023

Baby, I don’t Care – Elvis Presley

Baby, I’m Burning – Dolly Parton ~ @cantthinkofanythingtoputhere

Doing it For My Baby – Huey Lewis and the News @mamaredd123

Here Comes my Baby – The Tremeloes

Ruby Baby – Dion

There’s No Other (Like My Baby) – The Beach Boys ~ @notnaturalanahi

Tagging those who might be interested/Signal boost. I’m just a tiny blog with a big idea.

@aprofoundbondwithdean @bringmesomepie56 @blushingsamgirl @babypieandwhiskey @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit @d-s-winchester @dancingalone21 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @deandoesthingstome @demondean-for-kingofhell @helvonasche @ilostmyshoe-79 @iwantthedean @kayteonline @katnharper @kittenofdoomage @littlegreenplasticsoldier @luci-in-trenchcoats @notnaturalanahi @one-shots-supernatural @pluckypennywhistle @supernaturalfreewill @supernatural-jackles @teamfreewill-imagine @winchestersinthedrift @withoutaplease @mrswhozeewhatsis @jpadjackles @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @feelmyroarrrr @torn-and-frayed @nichelle-my-belle @dr-dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @loveitsallineed @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @thegreatficmaster @lipstickandwhiskey @impala-dreamer @deathtonormalcy56 @curliesallovertheplace @chaos-and-the-calm67 @mysaintsasinner @saxxxology @winchesterprincessbride @sunriserose1023 @chelsea072498 @eyes-of-a-disney-princess @sis-tafics @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @jotink78

[holylulusworld]

10,000 Followers celebration

This morning while reblogging I looked at my followers and sucked in a breath...9999!

During lunch break I scroll through Tumblr only to see now I got...10000!

I reached the unbelievable number of 10,000 followers after reaching 9k in May! That’s downright crazy guys!!! Thank you so much!!!

To celebrate this awesome (as Dean would name it) milestone I want to host another challenge called “Tropetopia“.

As the name implies the challenge is focussed on tropes.

You can write or create artwork for:

Marvel: Any character from the movies. For RPF choose your favorite.

Supernatural: Any character from the show. For RPF please stick to Jensen, Jared, Misha, JD Morgan. (If you want to write for someone else tell me so.)

The Witcher: Geralt of Rivia

If anyone is interested in writing/creating something for Dark Angel it’s fine too.

Rules:

You don’t have to be a follower, but it would be nice. ;)

I will not tell you how long or short your story shall be. (Let’s say at least 300 words)

You can do any pairing! Which means you can pair Dean with Jo. Bucky with Natasha or anyone you choose with the reader (male readers/OC’s included)

You can write smut, fluff, angst, action, gore, AU’s or whatever comes to your mind. But please tag your stories properly!

Please do not write anything including: non-con, underaged smut, toilet stuff, age play.

Only one trope per follower. Choose wisely. (I am just kidding. If you want to change your trope, let me know.)

If you write a story for Peter Parker or Jack Kline, please consider to not write smut. Peter e. g. is underaged.

I will not limit the tropes. Anyone can choose any trope.

Challenge ends at October, 31st 2020. If you need more time, let me know. ;)

Send me an ask with the trope you want and the pairing. I’ll add it to the master list I’ll create for the challenge.

You can combine the challenge with any Bingo or other challenges if you want to.

You made it that far so here are the tropes...

Tropes: 

(I do not limit the tropes. They can be used as often as needed.)

Parallel Universes Switching @nekoannie-chan (done)

Soulmates @bucky--barnes (done); @deanwanddamons (done)

Friends to lovers @heloisedaphnebrightmore (done) ; @waywardbaby (done)

Enemies to lovers @voltage-my2dlove; @fablesrose (done); @navegandoaciegas​

Lovers to enemies @waywardbaby (done); @herstarburststories

Sharing a bed @jay-and-dean (done)

Arranged Marriage @acklesterritory / @forever-rivedale-grounders

Fake Marriage/ Fake/Pretend Relationship @marvelouslysherlockedhunter (done/ongoing); @jensengirl83​

Body Swap @roonyxx​ (done)

F*ck or die 

Soulmates (Names, timers, idenfitying Marks, red string) @proactiveturtles; @fangirlovestuff​  (done) ​

Hurt & Comfort @donutloverxo​ (done)

Mutual Pining/Idiots in love @deanmonandnegansbitch​ (done)

Huddle for warmth/to warm up @angrythingstarlight

Love Triangle @gotnofucks (done) ​

Alpha/Beta/Omega (ABO) @moosekateer13 (done)

Secret Identity 

Time Loop (Heat of the moment...:) @arielsartifacts (artwork)

Rivalmance 

Friends With Benefits

A trope of your choice. @lovefromthewinchesters

Please tag me in your story or artwork. Use #Lulu’s 10k follower challenge. I’ll try to reblog your work within 48 hours. If I didn’t do so, please shoot me an ask as Tumblr likes to hide things from me.

You can find the entries here: 10k followers challenge

[nekoannie-chan]

Not my world Masterlist

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Main masterlist.

Steve Rogers masterlist.

Steve Rogers X Reader masterlist.

Steve Rogers X Reader series masterlist.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

(𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇/𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾́𝗌)

Summary: The intrusion of a certain being will wreak havoc on Steve’s life, will Aryah be able to solve it?

Part I

Part II

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Main masterlist.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

[moosekateer13]

Mz. Hyde Part 1:

There’s nothing like relaxing in the hot tub with J2 during a hiatus.

We always get strange looks from people who don’t watch the show.

It’s not commonplace for an unmated omega to be friends with two unmated alphas.

I grab my champagne from the side of the hot tub.

I tuck a strand of my Y/H/C behind my ear before taking a sip of the champagne.

“So boys, what's your plans after the shows finished? I asked.

“Well, I’ve got Walker coming up you know that. Speaking of which darlin’ do you want to come write for the show?” Jared replied.

He looks at me with his multi-spectrum hazel eyes.  He’s eagerly awaiting my answer.

“If you are serious, dear. It would be an honor to work for you.” I said with a smile.

“Well, that makes my news not as exciting. I am going into music full-time. Radio Company has another CD coming out soon.” Jensen chimed in.

I playfully slap his shoulder.

“That’s awesome Jensen congrats. I think that calls for a group hug” I said.

Jared hugs me from the front and Jensen hugs me from that back.

Jared suddenly pressed his lips against mine turning the innocent hug into something else.

I don’t know why but I let Jared cross a line he never thought I would.

I allow Jared’s tongue to explore my mouth. What I failed to realize is that Jensen has been scenting me the whole time.

Jared backs away from a second realizing he didn’t ask my permission first.

“Y/N, this is your last chance to stop us. We’ve wanted you for so long. We were just afraid to tell you. There’s something you don’t know about Jensen and I have the pack gene.

You’ll belong to both of us, not just one of us.” Jared said.

I  think for a moment what I did deserve these amazing guys both wanting me.

The hot tub feels like it’s risen a few degrees. 

“Then you have me, boys, I am yours,” I replied.

Jared smirks at me and I can feel Jensen smirking against my neck.

Jared’s eyes are full-blown with lust and I am pretty sure Jensen’s are too.

Jensen unties my bikini top while Jared removes my bikini bottom.

They both remove their swim trunks before returning to their positions.

Jared his arms around my neck while Jensen grips my hips.

Both of them instantly filled me. I can feel their knots swelling from within my vagina and ass.

I never felt this full in my life and damn this feels good. The dual sensation of them rutting into me unreal.  I claw at Jared's back as orgasm after orgasm rips through. During the 10 one, they both claim me.

They lick their respective marks

I am utterly satisfied, spent, and filled to the brim.

“Omega, your ours now.” Jared and Jensen growled at the same time.

Having them claim me feels like I've finally come home.

My legs are like jelly and I am unable to walk.

They carry me to the bathroom so we can get cleaned up.

We head over to my room and the room is now filled with an intoxicating mix of both them sharp cloves, spices, sandalwood, and salted caramel.

Part: 2

[nekoannie-chan]

No es mi mundo parte I

Pareja: Steve Rogers (Capitán América/Capitán HYDRA) X OFC (Aryah Rumlow).    

Palabras: 1213 palabras.

Sinopsis: La intromisión de cierto ser causará estragos en la vida de Steve, ¿Aryah podrá solucionarlo?

Advertencias: Menciones de Smut, nada explicito, mociones de alcohol.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para 10,000 Followers Celebration con el tema:

“Intercambio de universos paralelos”.

Y mi entrada para A better love story than Twilight con la frase #10:

“¿Y si no soy el héroe? ¿Y si yo soy el malo?

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo). Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @black23���

Universo A

  Aryah se estiró y luego vio el reloj de la pared de la oficina de su hermano, en poco tiempo el Helicarrier llegaría, ese día no hubo entrenamiento porque la mayoría del equipo había ido a la misión.

Se levantó y llegó unos segundo antes que el Helicarrier aterrizara, en cuanto vio a su hermano y a su novio bajar de la nave sonrió, por la expresión en la cara de los dos parecía que todo había ido bien en la misión.

— ¿Qué tal tu día sin mí, enana? —saludó Brock.

—Estuvo bien, ya organicé toda la documentación que se suponía que ibas a hacer tú —respondió, los hermanos se miraron y luego rieron—. Supongo que la misión fue exitosa, ¿festejaremos esta noche?

—Claro, donde siempre.

Después de que Brock se fue, Steve se acercó a Aryah y le dio un beso en la frente después de asegurarse que nadie los veía.

— ¿Te preguntó algo? —cuestionó la chica.

—No, aún no, pero creo que sospecha de nuestra relación, probablemente nos vigile.

— ¿Acaso el héroe tiene miedo del “chico malo”? —preguntó con sorna Aryah.

— ¿Y si no soy el héroe? ¿Y si yo soy el malo?

—Steve, por favor, eres la persona más buena que conozco y evidentemente un héroe, como sea mi hermano, sabe que tengo novio, simplemente no sabe quién es.

—Muñeca, quizás debas dejar de tomar, ya estás muy ebria —dijo Steve mientras intentaba quitarle la bebida de la mano a su novia.

—Es que no es justo —se quejó.

— ¿Qué no es justo?

—Tú no te emborrachas… ¿Qué te parece si vamos a mi casa y…?

—Aryah…

Ella soltó una risita y abrazó fuertemente a Steve como si quisiera evitar él se fuese a escapar.

—Vamos Steve, no es la primera vez que…

— ¿Me puedes regresar a mi hermana? —dijo Brock, quien apareció detrás de ellos.

—Claro, yo sólo…

— ¡Hermanito! ¿Me compras un peluche tamaño real de Steve? —pidió Aryah entre risas. Brock alzó una ceja y negó con la cabeza mientras agarraba a su hermana del hombro—. Entonces nos llevamos al verdadero a casa.

—No, Aryah déjalo, ya nos vamos, estás muy ebria, tengo que conseguir regresarte a la casa antes de que empieces a usar tus poderes como loca —dijo Brock mientras intentaba hacer que ella soltase a Rogers, pero ella abrazaba más fuerte a Steve, siguieron así unos cuantos minutos— De acuerdo, Rogers vienes con nosotros.

—Dormirás en la sala —ordenó Brock.

—Nooooooooo, él dormirá conmigo

—Como sea, simplemente cuida que no utilice sus poderes.

Nadie contaba con una visita inesperada de Kang en la noche, la cual nadie logró detectar en ese momento, pero si causó algunas alteraciones, de las cuales se percataron hasta el día siguiente.

Aryah abrió los ojos lentamente, el dolor de cabeza la estaba matando, volteó y no vio a Steve, recordaba todo lo que pasó la noche anterior.

—Oh, no… Seguramente Brock lo debe de estar interrogando.

Salió de su habitación y se dirigió a la cocina, Brock al verla le ofreció una taza de café sin quitar una cara poco amigable.

— ¿Y Steve? —preguntó Aryah.

—Supongo que en tu recámara y necesito explicaciones.

—No estaba cuando yo me desperté.

—Entonces huyó.

—No lo creo, él siempre es muy responsable…

Aryah se calló antes de decir más detalles y le marcó varias veces a su celular, pero Steve no contestó.

—Steve es el novio del cual te negabas a decir su nombre, ¿verdad?

—Mm… Pues… Eres mi hermano favorito —respondió Aryah evitando verlo.

—Enana, soy tu único hermano.

Universo B

  Steve abrió los ojos, Aryah no estaba a su lado; sin embargo, observó su entorno, no era la habitación de ella, el lugar donde había despertado era muy diferente, incluso podría decir que era lúgubre. Salió, no estaba en el edificio donde ella vivía ni en el propio, de hecho el lugar parecía una base.

—Te despertaste tarde —dijo Aryah.

— ¿Cómo te sientes? Parece que no tienes resaca.

— ¿Resaca?

—Ayer estuvimos celebrando y…

—Los únicos que estuvieron celebrando en su habitación fue mi hermano y Sinthea, desventajas de tenerlo como vecino es que escuché todo.

— ¿Sinthea? ¿Quién es Sinthea? —Steve cuestionó confundido.

—La novia de Brock, Steve, estás actuando muy raro, creo que el golpe en la cabeza del entrenamiento de ayer si te afecto, quizás necesitas que te vuelvan a someter a otro “tratamiento”.

— ¿Tratamiento?

—Ya deja de bromear, tenemos una junta con Zemo en diez minutos —Aryah se fue después de decir eso.

Steve comenzó a seguirla, pero se detuvo cuando en una de las paredes vio el símbolo de HYDRA, ¿acaso lo habían engañado? ¿Cómo había terminado en ese lugar?

— ¿No te vas a poner tu uniforme?

— ¿HYDRA? ¿Aryah qué significa todo esto?

— ¿A qué te refieres? Trabajamos para HYDRA, Steve, tú eres el Capitán HYDRA, ¿esperabas que estuviéramos del lado de S.H.I.E.L.D.?, sabes que ellos no quieren salvar al mundo —contestó Aryah.

Steve estaba perplejo, había una posibilidad de que estuviese soñando, también significaba que tal vez una contraparte de los Vengadores también estaba ahí. La chica ya se había dado la media vuelta y caminaba de nuevo hacia la sala de juntas.

—Aryah, ¿dónde está Natasha? —Steve inquirió, acto seguido Aryah se detuvo de golpe y regresó hasta donde estaba Steve de manera amenazadora.

—No vuelvas a repetir el nombre de esa maldita zorra traidora Steven…

— ¡Aquí están! —Exclamó Rachel cuando los vio en el pasillo—. Decidí venir a buscarlos por si estaban ocupados, no quería que Zemo los volviera a interrumpir.

— ¿Quién eres? —preguntó Steve, para él todo se estaba tornando demasiado confuso, tenía que averiguar de alguna forma lo que estaba pasando.

—Rachel Leighton…

—Creo que el golpe de ayer le afectó —Aryah susurró.

Después de la junta Aryah y Brock hablaron durante algunos segundos, Steve no dejaba de ver su alrededor.

—Cap, tenemos que ir a la misión —dijo Brock.

—A, ¿segura que todo está bien? —cuestionó Rachel antes de subir a la nave.

—No hay nada de que preocuparse, pronto averiguaremos lo que pasa, estoy segura que ese no es Steve sino un espía de S.H.I.E.L.D.

Rachel sonrió, sabía a lo que se refería su amiga, ambas subieron a la nave, Aryah se sentó a lado de Steve y le abrazó el brazo.

—Entonces, ¿qué pensaste de mi propuesta de anoche? —le susurró Aryah al oído a Steve.

—C-claro, lo que quieras —respondió Steve intentando no sonar nervioso, sin embargo, no tenía ni la más mínima idea a lo que se refería.

Steve tampoco notó cuando ella le hizo una señal a su hermano y pronto todo se volvió oscuro para él.

Universo A

  Cuando llegaron los hermanos al gimnasio del Triskelion, de inmediato Aryah notó algo extraño, fue hasta los vestidores.

— ¿Steve? —Aryah esperó unos segundos en silencio—. Steve, sal donde quiera que estés.

Steve apareció, tomó a Aryah del brazo para acercarla a él y la besó apasionadamente.

—Tú no eres Steve, ¿quién eres? —cuestionó Aryah al separarse de él.

Parte II