#sam mcdonald x black reader

[b00inazkaban]

MASTERLIST #2

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Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

[authorxxxxxx]

Jitterbug | Bayverse!Optimus Prime x fem!human!reader

Pairing : Bayverse!Optimus Prime x fem!human!reader ( she is Sam's younger sister )

Summary : At first she was the exact same as her brother Sam , but after some tragic events she became a little bit distant . But when he came - she was confused . She did not know how to react when she realized that she loved him . When him and the Autobots landed on the Planet Earth , he expected humans like Sam to be intrigued by them , what he did not expect was to fall in love for a certain girl with bright blue eyes.

Tw : mental health issues , diagnosis of illness , angsty feelings , a very concerned Ratchet , confused Optimus , parents stupidity , but fluff at the end.

English is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes please just bare with me .

Ps : I got away with this one because OPTIMUS DESERVES SOME LOVE , but I really enjoyed it so I hope you do too .

Edit : I think it is so bad for some reason . Some people will say that the song does not fit with the imagine , but I think it is better this way .

11k words

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Let's just say that your first encounter with the Autobots was not like you've imagined it to be .

Not that you've ever imagined about meeting extremely tall and big aliens that can turn into cars .

You've never imagined that you'll fall in love for the leader of the Autobots when you first saw him either .

It was a cold night in the early days of October when you and your older brother Sam got into a really big fight .

Things got even worse when your parents came upstairs to calm you both , but instead of doing that they intervened and the situation escalated .

From arguing with your brother about something that you both forgot after a while , to both be arguing with your parents about literally anything .

Their criticism about Sam's progress in school that was not so good , how you were being a not so helpful person because of your mental health issues .

" How much more oblivious can you both be ? Sam do you even realise how much money we are going to spend for your college if you do not graduate form High School with at least decent grades ? "

Your father had told your brother , but he did not answered .

He believes that in situations likes this one - silence is the best option.

But when your mother turned to you . . . Sam saw red .

" And you Y/N haven't we spent enough money for your therapy ? Buying pills every God damn month ? It happened long ago , you should have been able to forget it by now . I mean , it is like you are doing it on purpose ."

He immediately grabbed your right wrist and dragged you out of your house .

Your parents yelling at you to come back at the house immediately or else -

That is how you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere eating McDonald's and drinking coffee inside his car .

Dad bought him a yellow Camaro with black details a couple of days ago , but he was experiencing some weird problems with it .

The most common one - the radio turned all the time on its own .

You loved it .

And so did Sam that night .

The radio was playing some funny jokes to help you both forget the ugly situation back at the house .

Uncontrollably laughing you did not hear a big track changing its form to a 22ft alien robot .

Optimus Prime thought that Bumblebee was still into his alt - form just because he enjoyed it .

The thing is that Bee was so happy that you both were laughing at the jokes , that he did not even noticed his leader looking down at him .

" Mother of Primus . Are you even listening to to me ? " Optimus Prime asked a little louder this time and Bee frozed in his spot .

When Optimus realized that Bee had passengers inside the car he left a breath he did not know he was holding .

Bee opened his doors slowly telling you to get out before he could change into his original form .

Both you and Sam were shocked beyond repair .

Bee was looking down embarrassed when Optimus kneeled on the ground to take a better look at you - both .

Coming close to your faces he asked :

" Are you Samuel Witwicky descedant of Archibald Witwicky?"

" Yeah . " Sam had answered holding at you like a teddy bear .

" My name is Optimus Prime . We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron . "

" But you can call us Autobots for short . " Another one said .

Where did he come from ?

" What's cracking little biches ? This looks like a cool place to kick it . " Another one asked .

You heard yourself silently laughing .

" My first lieutenant the designating Jazz . " You heard Optimus deep voice saying .

" How you learnde to talk like that ? " Sam asked smiling .

" We learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web . " Optimus answered while looking at you .

Shocked by his piercing blue eyes , you did not realised that another bot had said that your levels were unstable and your body was asking for some rest .

Sam looked worryingly at you .

" And you are ? " Optimus asked you .

" Huh ? " You asked him lost in his eyes .

" She is my younger sister Y/N . " Sam had answered for you .

Suddenly you heard George Michael's voice in Bee's speakers .

" You put the boom - boom into my heart

" You send my soul hig - sky

" When your lovin' starts "

Ratchet the medical's officer had stoped Bee with what it seems to be a laser .

Optimus tried to save you both from embarrassed when he properly introduced to Sam that Bee was his guardian .

And while Ironhide and Jazz were both not interested in the conversation , Ratchet decided to tell his leader that you needed a guardian too .

He offered to become yours so he can have you close by his side since of your unstable health levels but Optimus decided otherwise .

__________

Ratchet was never more anxious and afraid in his whole entire robotic life .

After their first encounter with you and your brother , he soon realized that Sam was the type of guy that tried to fing good in every bad situation . He was alaways happy and funny . Laughing at everything him and Bee did .

You on the other side were more close , introvert , sometimes you spent to many hours of the day alone , you had sleepless nights , you found peace in listening to 80's and 90's music in your earphones .

And of course he had realized that you and Optimus - your guardian had a think for each other .

Everyone seemed to know except you two .

Although after the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons you reached your breaking point .

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Anxiety and panic attacks , insomnia , sleepless nights , nightmares , constant fight with your parents , Sam's abstinence , Ratchet's healt questions , Bee's teasing about you and Optimus - Optimus .

You can not lie .

You two were closer that anyone else .

Ironhide believed that your bond was even stronger that the one of Sam and Bee's .

You loved him - more that n just love actually .

You could not imagine your life without the big bot .

And when one day were you were at your worst , Optimus did not returned home that night chasing after some Decepticons , you thought that he was dead .

Only Sam knew why .

You left the compound that night crying and when Optimus returned and did not found you , he knew that he was in deep trouble .

Sam told everyone the truth .

One year ago you had lost forever your bestfriend right in front of your eyes .

The memory was just too much for you and you slowly started getting depressed .

When the therapist diagnosed you with it it was too late you were already deep within it .

Sam told Optimus that you liked him .

And after that Optimus knew what he had to do .

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You heard the big truck coming to a stop and after a couple of seconds the sounds of Optimus changing from his alt - form .

" Are you alright Jitterbug ? " Optimus Prime asked you coming closer to you .

Jitterbug . . .

The nickname Optimus had given you after he found out that the song Bee used was your favorite .

Wake my up before you go by Wham!

Your silence made him even more worried .

"Sam told us what is going on and I wanted to say that . . .

I'm sorry Y/N .

If I realized sooner maybe I could have find a way to help you . " He said .

" It's not your fault Optimus . " You finally said to him , voice hoarse from crying .

When you looked up at him - even in the dark night sky he could see your red eyes .

Oh Sweetspark . . . he thought .

He placed his left servo on the ground near you .

After a couple of seconds you hopen up while he was briging you closer to his face .

" Y/N I would like to confess something to you that I hope it will not jeopardize the relationship with have build up . Sam told me - " Before he could complete whatbhe wanted to say you interrupted him .

" Did Sam told you that I like you ? " You asked , tears already building in your eyes .

" Is it not true ? " Optimus asked you .

" No it's not like that . Look you are Optimus Prime . You are a Prime . The leader of the Autobots . And I'm me . Just me . " You said . Taking it of your chest .

" That doesn't meen anything Y/N you humans have helped us with so much that we can call your planet Earth home . And in my home your in too . I am willing to help you get through your pain my Sweetspark . " He confessed to you .

" I thought I was your Jitterbug . " You said to him while placing your hands to his face plate pressing your lips in his dermas .

He stared in your blue eyes , the ones he grew to love so much .

" What do you think about going back to the compound ? It's about to rain and it's a long drive . " He said and slowly he transformed back to his al - form placing you inside his cabin .

" Can you please put our song ? " Your sweet voice asked him and he for sure did it with happiness .

Wake me up before you go by Wham! was playing .

Your song .

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" Y/N your back . Is everything okay ? " Your older brother Sam asked you once he saw you .

" I am going to kill you . " You said to him while running to catch him .

Sam started to scream for help while Bee and Jazz seem to enjoy the moment .

" Primus . What is going on ? " Ironhide asked Optimus but before he could answer Ratchet showed up .

" Well at least her levels indicate that she is doing better . Someone save Sam , his stress levels are duplicated .

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

@k----a27s

[saraakpotter]

Requests

Hi guys! i was thinking about doing this some time ago, i'm completely out of ideas and requests are open! so, here are the fandom's i write for but before requsting please remember theses stuff:

i don't write smut, NSFW and things like that.

i only write 'x reader'

i only write 'female!reader' becasue i'm more comfortable like that :)

i don't feel comfortable writing about (male x male) or (female x female)

now for the characters:

(by the way you can request for the actors\actress's of those characters too)

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MCU:

Romantic and platonic:

Tony Stark\ironman

Loki Laufeyson

Stephan Strange

Wade Wilson\deadpool

Steve Rogers\captain america

Peter Quill\starlord

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton\hawkeye

Bucky Barns \winter soldier

Sam Wilson\falcon

Pietro Maximoff

platonic only:

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Gamora

Stranger Things:

Romantic and platonic:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Eddie Munson

Platonic only:

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

Dustin Henderson

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Max Mayfield

Harry Potter:

romantic and platonic:

Harry Potter

Ronald 'Ron' Weasley

Cedric Diggory

James Potter (marauders)

Sirius Black (marauders)

Remus Lupin (marauders)

(i may add the Slytherin boys later btw)

platonic only:

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Lily Evans

Marlene McKinnon

Alice Fortescue

Mary McDonald

Sherlock:

romantic and platonic:

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Greg Lestrade

RDJ Sherlock Holmes

platonic only:

Mary Morstan

Jim Moriarty

Eurus Holmes

(i mostly write platonic for John and Greg tbh, but feel free to request both :)

AGGGTM:

romantic and platonic:

Ravi Singh

Sal Singh

platonic only:

Pippa 'Pip' Fitz-Amobi

Cara Ward

Connor Reynolds

[most-stylish-competition]

Most Stylish Competition official bracket!

list under bracket since the image quality died

List:

Group1/2:

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic series) VS. Sans (Undertale)

Mel Medarda (Arcane) VS. Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) VS. ENA (ENA)

Shinji Hirako (Bleach) VS. Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader)

Gyorik "York" Rogdul (Drawtectives) VS. Eugene Finch (Drawtectives)

Elliot Goss (Search Party) VS. The Weird Guy (The Hollow)

Draculaura (Monster High) VS. Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Group1:

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.1

Papyrus (Undertale) VS. Waluigi (Super Mario Bros)

Mettaton (Undertale) VS. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Cecil (Welcome to Nightvale) VS. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal)

Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh) VS. Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

The Onceler (The Lorax) VS. Harry Dubois (Disco Elysium)

Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo) VS. Hunter (The Owl House)

Teruki "Teru" Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS. Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Group2:

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) VS. winner of 1/2.2

Yor Forger (Spy x Family) VS. Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Miss Piggy (Muppets) VS. Rarity (My Little Pony)

Dr. Facilier (Princess and the Frog) VS. Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)

Marz (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) VS. Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Lelouch (Code Geass) VS. Consul Valerius (Arcana)

Sensei Garmadon (Ninjago) VS. Taako (The Adventure Zone)

Mitsuba Sousuke (Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun) VS. Rias Gremory (High School DxD)

Group3:

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS. winner of 1/2.3

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase) VS. Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon) VS. Gumi (Vocaloid)

Dr. Starline (Sonic series) VS. Jinafire Long (Monster High)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (Final Fantasy XV) VS. Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank)

Frank N Furter (Rocky Horror Show) VS. Dean Pelton (Community)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) VS. Eleven Hopper (Stranger Things)

Gonzo (Muppets) VS. Gyro Zeppeli (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Group4:

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) VS. winner of 1/2.4

Red Hood (DC Comics) VS. Nightwing (DC Comics)

Professor Venomous (OKKO Let's Be Heroes) VS. Noisemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Inspector Cabanela (Ghost Trick) VS. Shelby Presipence (Plainview)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Coco Adel (RWBY) VS. Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Susie Greene (Curb Your Enthusiasm) VS. Boyd Crowder (Justified)

Al Calavicci (Quantum Leap) VS. The Obituary Writer (Death By Dying)

Group5:

Lewis Pepper (Mystery Skulls) VS. winner of 1/2.5

Kuranosuke Koibuchi (Princess Jellyfish) VS. Nana "Hachi" Komatsu (Nana)

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) VS. Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House) VS. Sanji (One Piece)

Link (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) VS. Spock (Star Trek)

Apollo (Hades) VS. Zagreus (Hades)

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (Hey Arnold) VS. Malfina (Conneticut Clark)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS. Daphne Blake (Scooby-Doo)

Group6:

Steven Stone (Pokémon) VS. winner of 1/2.6

Yuki Rurikawa (Act! Addict! Actors!) VS. Nikki (Love Nikki Dress Up Queen)

Bruno Bucciarati (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS. Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) VS. Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

Grillby (Undertale) VS. Spades Slick (Homestuck)

Prosciutto (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Kira Yoshikage (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Mr. Compress (My Hero Academia) VS. Swatch (Deltarune)

Group7:

Loki (Marvel) VS. winner of 1/2.7

Castiel (Supernatural) VS. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Hypnos (Hades) VS. Alucard (Castlevania)

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) VS. Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Blackbeard (Our Flag Means Death) VS. Anthony J. Crowley (Good Omens)

Luce (Drawfee) VS. Mac McDonald (Always Sunny)

Villager (Animal Crossing) VS. Blathers (Animal Crossing)

Jurgen (Sam & Max) VS. Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Group8:

Joker (Persona 5) VS. winner of 1/2.8

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS. Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

The Doctor (Doctor Who series) VS. Sissel (Ghost Trick)

Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton) VS. King Dice (Cuphead)

Jolyne Cujoh (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) VS. Bayonetta (Bayonetta)

Samus (Metroid) VS. Velma (Scooby-Doo)

Harper Finkle (Wizards of Waverly Place) VS. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

Fran Fine (The Nanny) VS. Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

Good luck to everyone who's voting and have fun!

[blushingbucky]

you are in love, true love | b.b.

alternatively titled - bucky barnes falling in love with his best friend.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: bucky never imagined he would find the love of his life in his roommate.

warnings: roommates!au, unedited writings, heavy dialogue, she/her pronouns, mentions of food, a possibly ooc bucky, slightly obscure pop culture and music references (iykyk)

author’s note: the combination of my listening to 1989 in hopes of its re-recording and the need to write something other than angst resulted in this little series of blurbs. I haven’t written for Bucky in a while, so hopefully this is all still in character ? anyways. this fic is actually really personal — it references my favourite movies, the songs I listen to, things I would actually say in real life. please keep that in mind before you share your thoughts in the comments and reblogs <3

Your hands fiddle with the top button of your coat, twisting it back and forth. Was it too much?

You turn side to side, staring into your too-small mirror. The white blouse and black dress pants caressed your figure perfectly, and those black heels didn’t pinch your toes. A well-chosen, respectable, elegant outfit for a job interview. You just couldn’t make up your mind on that damn blue coat.

“Buck?” You call out, and a moment later he’s opened the door of your bedroom. “Do you like the coat?”

He hummed, eyes darting from the coat to the mirror, and back again. “That depends. You going for a Paddington bear look?”

“Buck,” you hiss, turning around to swat his arm. His laugh is loud as he steps aside, dodging your attack. Even with your stress, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his laugh.

“Sorry, sorry! What about Rick Blaine?” Bucky arches his eyebrows with a grin, and you laugh at the reference.

“Interesting references. Do I have Sam to thank?”

“Hey, someone had to show me the classics.”

Your laugh fades as you stare down at the coat again. “So, no coat?”

“No coat,” Bucky takes your hands in his, flesh hand warm, metal fingers cool. “You look stunning.”

. . .

The hour of midnight is quiet, the road almost completely deserted, headlights lighting up the dark. Your head rests against your propped arm, staring at Bucky’s hand as it shifts the gears. Adele’s cover of ‘Make You Feel My Love’ plays from your Bluetooth, as he drives you home.

“I’m happy for them,” you murmur in the dark. Steve and Nat’s housewarming was a small affair, but the excitement left you drained. Their apartment was slightly larger than yours, with space in the living room for Steve’s drawings and close proximity to a gym.

Bucky turns his gaze from the road to your exhausted figure, nodding in agreement. “Me too.”

The comfortable silence is broken a few minutes later, when he murmurs, “Look up.”

Your hand brushes his grip on the gear stick as you shift, eyes focused on the road.

Instead of turning right into one of the many streets leading to your apartment, Bucky continues down the freeway. You open your mouth in confusion, with understanding taking its place as the golden arches of McDonald’s come into view.

“Figured you might want some hash browns, maybe a coffee?” His voice is tentative, and you wonder why he remembered such an insignificant detail about your midnight cravings.

If you weren’t careful, you just might fall in love with this man. Your reply is soft, almost lost to the night as Little Mix’s ‘Change Your Life’ starts. “I’d like that.”

. . .

The knock to your bedroom door is soft, but it reverberates through your already-throbbing head.

You groan, “Go away, Buck,” and turn onto your other side in the hope of falling back to sleep. But your thin curtains don’t keep out the morning light, the lump in the mattress presses into your ribs, and the door opens anyway.

“Made you breakfast.” Bucky’s voice is rough, indicating he himself didn’t wake up too long ago.

The harsh smell of burnt toast offset by sweet coffee floods your senses, forcing you to sit up and acknowledge his presence. “You call burnt toast breakfast?”

“That toaster is going to be the death of me… that is, not if you kill me first.”

Your glare softens as you reconsider — he made you breakfast. In bed. Unprompted. The least you can do is try to choke down the meal. Bucky wrote a smiley face with the butter, and the coffee’s in your favourite mug. Being sick had its perks.

“My ma would make us a special breakfast when we were sick, and I just thought it would be nice.” Bucky’s eyes won’t meet yours, and your heart softens with the mention of his family.

“It is nice.” You push up the sleeves of his shirt you’d been using as pyjamas, and take a sip of the coffee. “Thank you.”

. . .

“Doll, what are you doing?”

You look up from hanging the bed sheet over a stack of chairs, accidentally loosening your grip on the corner and dropping the damn thing on the floor. “Trying to build a pillow fort, which would be a lot easier if you hadn’t just made me drop that sheet.”

“Ah. What movie?” Bucky nods in understanding, mind already trying to calculate what memory resurfaced for you to have deemed tonight a pillow fort night. He drinks in the sight of you, desperate for details in more ways than one — hair tied back, pyjamas, with the fluffiest socks you own pulled over your feet.

It’s this you, right here, the you that’s reserved just for him. The you who sings in the shower and writes reports at 3 am and steals the last cup of coffee. This was the first side of you he fell in love with, the rest falling into place like dominos. His unfiltered, bright-eyed, messy-haired best friend who builds pillow forts when she misses her family.

The sheet falls into place, and you step down to admire your handiwork. “Do you need to ask?”

Bucky unravels the fairy lights from their place on the kitchen table, giving you a soft smile. “Tangled it is.”

*

“I think you’re my best friend,” Bucky blurts out in the third run of Tangled, lips loose from exhaustion and brain slightly fuzzy from the Asgardian wine.

Your giggles end with an abrupt, “What?”

“Well, yeah, I mean… Steve and I… he’s my brother. And Sam is Sam, and Becca was Becca, and… I don’t know. Every time I turn around, you’re there, watching my six.” He sighs, turning onto his side to face you. “And besides, isn’t the job description of a best friend forcing the other to watch their favourite movie on repeat?”

You flick his nose, but he catches your fingers with his own, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. His mouth is soft, barely brushing your skin, but your body betrays you, shivering despite the warm air.

With fairy lights twinkling above you, stomach full from one too many glasses of wine and Bucky’s hand in yours, you fall asleep to ‘I See the Light’.

. . .

The kitchen light is low, but you don’t need a spotlight to dance. You’re exhausted and a little tipsy, and frankly not exactly sure how you got here. All you know is Bucky’s arms feel like home, and you’re so damn grateful you answered his ad for a roommate.

He’s humming a simple melody, so faint your ears can barely catch it and your brain can comprehend it, but you don’t need music to dance. His voice is low, deep, smoothing the rough edges of his monotone, rising and falling as his tune builds. With a lift of his hand, Bucky guides you in a gentle twirl, before you fall back into his arms.

You tuck your head beneath his chin, against his chest, and feel the huff of his breath against your hair. Softly swaying back and forth, back and forth. You could stay in his embrace forever. Bucky presses a kiss to the top of your head as his humming fades, until the two of you are silently swaying in the dark.

. . .

The fluorescent lights in the grocery store are harsh against his eyes, yellow sale labels too bright, and he can hear your teasing voice. “This is why I do the shopping, Barnes. Can’t trust you to find the plums from the pears.”

He finds the plums easily enough, thank you very much, and places them into the plastic bag with care. Two cartons of milk, a packet of spaghetti and a carton of your favourite cookie dough ice cream later, Bucky’s order is being checked out by a worker.

Bucky pulls out his wallet with his flesh hand, grabbing out a 20-dollar bill to pay for his items. Before he closes the leather, his eyes catch on the picture of you he’d kept. Your eyes are closed, head thrown back in a laugh, his metal arm holding you up.

“Got yourself a girl there, hey?” The worker jokes, and Bucky smiles as he slides the wallet back into his pocket.

“My best friend, actually.”

“Guess she’s lucky to have you.” Barry, the name tag reads, hands him his items and receipt.

The smile doesn’t leave his lips as Bucky answers, “I’m lucky to have found her.”

. . .

You can hear it in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

[papuhater]

ii. 𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇

⁴ᵐᵒʳᵃⁿᵗ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ

prologue

𝘴𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴: the crack of the patience, read prologue first.

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: eli sunday x fem!reader

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: foul language, violence, manipulation, witches, mental breakdown adding up as i goo..

“She just dropped this whole ah order and is complaining that we didn’t do it in two minutes? NAH KAREN, YOU ASKED FOR FIVE BACON CHEESE BURGERS AND TWO SIX PACK OF NUGGETS FOR YOUR KIDS AND YOU, SHUT YOUR BITCH ASS UP.” you heard a muffled cry of your coworker as he left the bathroom cubicle, and flopped the hat with a ‘MC’ at the top of it, being in a rural place in a fast food chain, can really fuck up someone.

“Hey Sam, wh-”

“SHUT IT! I’m not hearing any of this today.”

“Ok.” you two kept quiet for a minute “Who the fuck orders five bacon cheese burgers and two six packs of nuggets at ten o’clock and expects it in two minutes?

“THAT BITCH!” Sam exhaled strongly and stood on the cashier, he continued commenting during the lunch break “You should be nice to food chain workers, they can fart in your food.”

“You have farted in someone’s food?”

“No”

“But you have thought of it, haven’t you?”

“I had” he paused to think “um, when? oh right, I swiped the burger on the ground, multiple times, and packed it.”

“Bro, that’s literally radioactive, that person must be intoxicated.”

“I’m sorry, but he was a professor at my old school, he was one of the reasons I transferred schools, he found out about my real pronouns.”

“I respect you, Sam, seventeen years old and so cool.”

“Of course, you are cool too.”

“I’m a twenty-three year old human, who is saving for nursing college, and I work at McDonald’s, I’m not that cool.” he scoffed “I met a nice lady in the bus, her name was something between the lines of Vita or Tida, I’m not sure, she spoke about the two thousand year star.”

“Oh, that sounds weird, I remember you talking to me about the weird star, might be fate?”

“If fate exists it hates me, Sam, don’t try to find the cat’s fifth leg.”

“That’s the most boomer thing you have ever said.”

“Shut up.”

You and Sam stopped talking when the break was over, he stood in the cashier taking orders while you made them in the kitchen, some customers were rude so you gave them less fries, but to nice ones, more fries. Sam would stop sometimes, to check on you, it was sunday, time sometimes felt quicker but then it felt slower sometimes.

As the day turned into night, Sam needed to leave, he had to study

“Sorry for putting you in this position, you’ll need to close the McDonalds.”

“Don’t worry, it’s a McDonalds in the middle of nowhere, in a desert, what can go wrong?”

“Anything, this is how a true crime story starts like this.”

You loudly scoffed at Sam’s lack of trust on your survival skills “I can take care of myself, now go study. You are the future, I need the work hours, take care.” You swinged your arm at him and enveloped him in a messy side hug.

You two bidded your goodbyes and the good ridances, you wouldn’t be seeing him in some days because of his timetable, he had class. While seeing him wake away into the second to last bus, your smile fell.

Why did everyone advance in every space in life? You did everything that you needed to do, and you were still stuck in a spiral.

The stress and need to walk away grew by second, your bloodshot eyes checked the time, only ten minutes left, you could check out. You don’t remember much, but you locked the main door, you could see through the corner of your eye the last bus stopping, and you should have gone there, but you kept walking into the darkness.

Black clouds began to littered across the sky, you just kept on walking, the clouds began crackling, you kept walking, if the sky was a painting and God it’s creator, his painting just communicate a need to scream, and you could relate to every aspect of his spatula; hitting his canva with passion. After the storm cackled and roared in anger towards your calmly walking form;

it cried.

The sky began to cry small drops of tears, each one of them caressing your face, you kept walking until your feet hurt. When your eyes scanned around, and no one was there, the devils in your chest were released as you returned the roars of the heavens, with your hollers.

You felt like the young damsel in The Rite of Spring, dancing with all of your soul while waiting until your fateful death; 

the earth was an unstoppable force, and you weren’t an unstoppable object.

You were caving, and the tears mixed with the cloud’s, your screams died down as you kept repeating, on and on; ‘What did I do? All I have done was meet my standards’. You kneeled and bent down to earth, to look for the mother’s comfort, you were dirtied with soil as you groveled into it, you didn’t care. The storm didn’t come to a stop but in a flash, some clouds opened their arms and you looked into them;

The two hundred star was passing

Your mind did a quick wish, ‘Teach me to live with myself.’

The clouds roared again and the wind thrashed against you making you fall, the last thing you saw was a bolt of light; And with that your lights were out, you couldn’t wake up, it was the most peaceful sleep you had.

You did wake up when a shotgun barrel was pressed to your forehead.

[pugh-bug]

Scott Lang x Reader

Chapter 7 of the slow burn I am writing at snail pace

Sorry this is a short chapter. I should make a master list. Please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist , enjoy :))

Warnings: none

After feeling sorry for yourself for a while and listening to Scott’s mither you caved.

‘Good there’s no queue.’

You yawned as Scott inspected the empty McDonald’s with too much energy for your hungover self to deal with.

‘Because it’s like 9am.’

‘It’s nearly 11.’

Oh.

Earlier Scott had left the room while you’d gotten ‘dressed’, which just meant you were in a hoodie and sweatpants. In fact the two of you were almost matching except he was in all black and your hoodie was green. Was that cute or was it embarrassing? You weren’t sure. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was how quickly your fries were going to arrive.

The moment they did you had to fight the urge to eat like an animal. You felt gross enough already.

‘Do you rememb-‘

‘No.’

Scott looked taken aback at your ‘defiance’. ‘No we’re not doing this, not the guessing game.’ Every moment the two of you didn’t speak was filled with Stephen’s face. You hadn’t spoken to anyone since, except Scott. What was going to happen when you saw him again? Did Scott even know? Everyone saw the two of you leave.

‘Why because you’re filled with regret?’

Oh he knew. His expression said it all, until it didn’t. Until his frown and sad eyes transformed into an easy going smile you didn’t expect. He looked as if what he was going to ask you was hilarious to him. You ate your fries and watched Scott experience what could only be described as ‘rebooting’.

‘Okay I have to ask,’ he looked gleeful and you wanted to down whatever drug he must have just taken. Hangover brain was kicking you in the ass. ‘Does Stephen do sex differently cos he’s a wizard?’ For a split second you thought your plan was to stare at Scott in shock and feel offended but you just...didn’t. You started laughing and Scott did too. His laugh was adorable.

‘No!’ Your sudden exclamation earned you a dirty look from an employee, ‘He’s not a wizard Scott he’s ...he’s-‘ someone you had not slept with. You’d only kissed Stephen. It was all coming back to you-oh fuck! You hadn’t even done anything.

‘Exactly!’ He continued to point at your puzzled face and explain why Stephen was 100% a wizard. Not a sorcerer. ‘If he was a wizard he’d have a hat. Like Fantasia.’ You rubbed your eyes and continued eating, wanting to bathe in your relief. For once you were happy to have blacked out and woken up confused. ‘Now you sound like Sam.’

‘Oh thank god.’

Scott stopped eating and talking just to stare at you. Now he was the confused one. You stared at nothing in particular for a moment, feeling a sudden urge to be completely transparent. ‘Okay,’ you turned to look in Scott’s pretty face as he waited for your explanation. ‘Stephen’s not a wizard and I didn’t sleep with him.’ It felt good to say. Before Scott could speak you cut him off to quickly add ‘We did make out I think I can remem-not important. Point is :it didn’t go further than that...I’m sorry.’ What were you sorry for? As you said it it felt right to but you hadn’t actually done anything wrong.

To maintain some level of normality and avoid an awkward silence, you took an overly long sip of your milkshake. Scott was clearly processing your words and then he said what you feared. ‘Wait- why are you sorry?’ And he chuckled. He was amused, not full of relief that you hadn’t fucked Stephen Strange after holding his hand. He didn’t seem to have any hint of jealously that you kissed someone else. What did it matter?

You both finished eating what little food you had left, which did not take long, before Scott raised his eyebrows at you. ‘He’s a bit old for you.’ There was some judgement in his voice. Ironic.

‘He didn’t take advantage, don’t worry. Plus that’s my type.’

As you stood up and grabbed your belongings Scott wiped his mouth and smirked. ‘Yes I know.’

Taglist: @supraveng @thottio

[xsugarysweetsx]

A h e m. I’m so sorry for requesting two fics so close together, but I was wondering if I could request a Yaku x deaf!reader. And where the reader wanted to show him the discrimination against deaf people, (let’s pretend they’re in America) and they go through the drive through of McDonalds. And instead of just reading the order she wrote on her phone, they treated her very badly and idk maybe threw our her order. And Yaku is just heartbroken, knowing that the love of his life goes through this everyday. I’m so sorry for the specifics.

-Sam

A/N: You’re fine Sam! Also! I actually take an ASL class but I won’t be writing in GLOSS because that is a long confusing process for those who don’t know about it sorry this was a bit short ):

Please enjoy~🍰

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Yaku was the sweetest, kindest boyfriend anyone could ask for. He was understanding and always wanted you to be comfortable. 

You were deaf, but it didn’t mean he treated you any less. You just couldn’t hear or communicate the same as everyone else. He loved you that way though. When you had become acquainted the first thing he did was learn how to sign. He introduced himself and asked about you, and it made your heart skip a beat. 

He made an effort to communicate with you and it was almost love at first sight. After some time he worked up enough courage to practice a small speech to ask you out. He had tried so hard and worded everything so sweetly you actually shed a tear. 

Even though Yaku and his team mates were kind to you, the world was still a cruel place. You still receive looks and even some quiet chuckles. You didn’t hear but you were very good at reading lips and body language. Yaku assured you they simply didn’t know about you but it was different through your eyes.

One day you planned to go out just so he could know what you meant. You both went out for lunch and just wanted some McDonald's (cravings). Walking in side and finding a table he signed and spoke

“I’ll go and get our food“ he signed with a smile but you pulled his arm back so he can stop

“I’ll go“ you signed 

“Are you sure?“ he was very protective of you even though he knew you were able to care for yourself

“yes“ he sign with your fist in a yes motion.

“Alright..I’ll go with you just so I can help carry stuff“ Walking to the counter you look up at the menu and decide what you want.

 Yaku signed what number meal he wanted. Taking your phone out, you open up your notes and start to type out your order. What you didn’t know was the cashier was already there asking for your order

“What can I get for you today?“ Yaku could just tell she had a horrible attitude today, hopefully she wasn’t rude to you

You give her a wave and a smile, which she returned with a strained one. You show her your phone only for it to be black. You sign a sorry and try to get back to your notes. She rolled her eyes obviously annoyed 

“Listen if you’re too shy or whatever but we got a line and I have break in the next 10 minutes.“ she said waving her hand to shoo you away.

You felt a little hurt but you weren’t discouraged. You copied and pasted everything into a speaking app and made sure to play everything loud so she can hear. You made sure to include an apology because you were deaf. 

Almost like a child she typed in you order and gave you your receipt. Walking to the side you to wait for your order. Yaku comes over to you and wraps an around your shoulder 

“Hey you okay?“ he signed worried from how that girl treated you “You want me to tell her something?“

Your graceful fingers sign him a no, explaining it was sine and you were used to it. He hated to hear that, you shouldn’t be used to it, it shouldn’t happen that often. You see your number come up on the screen you walk over to the counter once more for your food.

Food always makes things better, right? In almost all cases yes, instead this time you were met with cold sticky clothes instead. Your drink had been spilled over your shirt and dripped down until the hem 

“Ooops“ you read her lips. You knew she did that on purpose and you couldn’t really fight back. You were a bit embarrassed at the moment with the drink spilled on you. At this point Yaku was livid!

Now the thing about being deaf is things get intense without noise. So you can just stand there and watch. Yaku Pushes you behind him and you can tell he was starting to hell at the girl and she was shocked. Whatever he was telling her must have been offensive. 

After the manager had come and talked to Yaku for a few minuets. He turned to you and and took your hand and took you back to the car. In his car he had some extra clothes and gave you one of his shirts. Before taking off he took your hands in his until you looked at him. It was how he got your attention 

He kissed your knuckles and signed 

“She was a bitch, and was jealous you were more beautiful“ he tried to make you smile 

“I Just don’t understand why or what I do to offend people“ you said a bit slow indicating you were a bit down 

“People are afraid of different. They’re afraid and new to someone as unique as you, but only people like me can see your beauty“ he said kissing your nose

 “Now lets get tacos!“ he signed making you smile how quick he wanted to fix the situation.

He knew the world was cruel but to jut be rude and discriminate someone with what they were born with was just horrible. Especially someone he loved so much. It didn’t matter, he was always going to be there to protect and defend you. Even if that meant getting someone fire and a whole month of free food from your favorite place.

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I hope this was okay!

[jadewritings]

Fractured Mind

Pairing: Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Sadness, Mental Torture

Author’s Note: This may seemed rushed and i wont lie, it is lol. It’s been sitting in my drafts for a while but I don't wanna waste the idea so... it is what it is. This was forced too. Words forced to be written cause i so badly wanna get back into writing.

Summary: Everything was perfect, you got the guys, the kids, the white picket fence life. You were happy, until you weren’t.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look how high I’m going!” Your six year old son shouted at you from the swing. You smiled and sent a thumbs up his way.

“Make sure you be careful not to go too high, daddy.” You shouted at Dean who only laughed evilly.

You sighed and looked over to your left at Sam, who bounced your 2 year old daughter on his lap, making her giggle. It was contagious, making you both laugh.

“You two really make great fathers.” You told him, kissing his cheek lovingly.

“And you make a wonderful mother.” He smiled at you and pressed his lips to yours while one hand rested on your bump.

“Nah, I’m just a surrogate at this point. Mira and junior don’t even look my way anymore.” Sighing, you picked up your water and drank it.

“Y/N, tell me you don’t really believe that?” He asked.

“Sam, we’ve had two kids, working on our third and god knows how many more. They haven’t clung to me like they do you guys.” Mira blew a raspberry, and slapped her hands on Sam’s cheeks, effectively squishing them. “See?”

“Honey, they love you just as much as they do us. You carried them for nine months, you feed them, love them, hold them. They know you’re their mother.”

Mira turned her big y/e/c eyes toward you and squee’d in baby talk, stretching her arms out for you to hold her. You laughed, and being as hormonal as you can be for being five months pregnant, began to tear up.

You couldn’t help kissing all over her face and listening to her squeal and laugh. “You guys have no idea how much I love you.”

Sam turned your face to his and kissed you. Not just a peck, but a deep, full of love, passionate kiss.

“Whoa now, kids around.” Dean joked as he walked over to the table with junior. “Mommy! Did you see how high daddy pushed me!”

You sniffled and laughed, “You bet your butt I did! You were practically soaring through the sky bud!” Junior sat on your lap and drank his soda from McDonald’s.

Dean sat across from y’all, picking Mira from your lap and playing with her. Your heart swelled with love and pride, having two wonderful partners and two wonderful children. It was like nothing bad in the world could touch you, it was just you guys, happy and healthy.

Dean started to say something but when you looked at his mouth, no sound came out.

“What?” Dean repeated what he said but it sounded almost glitched.

“It’s... almost.. time.”

“Time? Time for what?” You looked over at Sam but it was as if Dean hadn’t said anything, he continued to eat his food.

“Guys, what’s going on?” The world started to lose its color, fading to black.

“No, no, no! Sam! Dean!”

It felt as if you were falling and your family was fading out of existence. When you opened your eyes, the room was dark and it reeked of death. Your shoulder ached and your body felt heavy. You looked around. There was no Dean, no Sam, no kids. They were gone.

You tried to struggle but the chains holding you up and the heaviness outweighed your will. You groaned, only just hearing the footsteps getting closer.

“Aw, somebody’s awake. Have a good dream?”

The man you saw when you looked up didn’t look human. His skin was pale, tribal tattoos covered every inch of his body. His eyes started to glow blue.

“Dream?” Your voice cracked from dehydration. You looked around, a needle stuck in your arm as you hung from chains connected to the ceiling. Then the flashes came. The happiness, the love, the pride, the feeling that nothing could go wrong. One big happy family. Tears threatened to overflow.

“It wasn’t real...”

“Oh honey, nothing that perfect could ever be real. Did you really think it was?”

Your face hardened, “You son of a bitch! I’m gonna kill you!” You struggled against the chains to charge forward but it was useless. Along with the dream, your strength was gone. The sight made the djinn laugh.

“Aaahh, I do love when they struggle. But, it’s time for you to sleep again and give me that sweet, sweet blood of yours.” He smiled and his eyes began to glow again, his tattoos seemingly moving down. You felt tired and went to sleep again.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look how high I’m going!”

3 DAYS EARLIER

“Dean, Y/N.” Sam called his brother, “Got a case.”

The case was in Houston Texas, almost a days worth drive. Sam had a theory as to what it was because they had seen their type before. This guy was leaving bodies in the wide open, blue handprints left on their stomachs. An easy giveaway, as Sam called it.

After setting up in the motel, Sam and Dean left you to your own devices while they went and talked to the relatives of one of the deceased. the case seemed like it was gonna be an easy kill and go home but when the brothers returned, they didn’t have any luck. 

Dean sighed and fell to the bed. He smoothed a hand down his face, he seemed quite tired.

“Dean why don't you just get some sleep? You too, Sam. I can do some research for now.” you smiled at both of them.

Sam, who reached into the small fridge on the dresser behind you to grab a water, put his hand to your shoulder. “Thanks, Y/N. That would be appreciated.”

He gulped some water and flopped onto the other bed in the room. Both of the boys were out in minutes. 

After a few hours you found that Djinns tend to live in ruins, usually – the bigger, the better. With that in mind, you looked up places like that and bingo bango, you had your target.

You started to open your mouth to wake up Sam and Dean but with the way Dean was snoring and Sam looking so comfortable under his covers, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. sleep was something they were long over due for. So, you grabbed your gun and knife and headed out, hot wiring a rusty old pickup truck in fear of Dean’s wrath if he saw you took Baby.

The only way to kill one was a silver blade dipped in lambs blood so you had to make a pit stop for that before reaching your destination.

It was pitch black outside, no doubt most people would be asleep. But nope, not you. Had to slice and dice before hitting that pillow oh so nice. You took a deep breath as you stood in front of a half burnt asylum. Best known because a patient who was getting abused here set it aflame. What better ruin to hide in?

“Better now than later, Y/N.” you surmised to yourself. If you could handle this on your own maybe Sam and Dean, the two big doofs would finally look your way. You feel in love with Dean first, the flirty of the two. You met him first on a ghost hunt. He almost stole it but you ended up working together on it. 

The next time you saw him was with his brother, when they needed backup for a case. One you were willing to provide, anything to see Dean again. Then Sam came swooping in making you fall for him too. His intelligence blew you away. The way he cared for those around him and would do anything for anyone who needed it. You’d been stuck to them every since that case.

The Winchester brother got you, hook line and sinker. There was no way around it, your thoughts filled with them. But you couldn’t confess that to them. Why would they even like you like that. At least you thought so.

You quietly stepped into the asylum, checking each room as you went by.

Sam groaned as he turned onto his left side, slowly blinking his eyes awake. He noticed the light of his laptop still on. He sat up, wiping away any sleep left behind.

“Y/N?” he looked over to his right, the bed empty. Then he looked at Dean’s, so was his except his brother. He got up and walked to the bathroom to see if she was in there but the light was off. He started to panic internally. 

Sam raced to the laptop to check what she had looked at. All of Y/N’s research was right there and even where she thought the Djinn was.

“Dean!” Sam grabbed his coat since he had fallen asleep in his shirt and jeans.

His brother jumped, “Huh- wha?”

“Y/N went after the Djinn by herself.” that snapped Dean awake.

“What?!” Sam tossed him his jacket and the keys, Dean slipping his gun in the back of his jeans and both of them rushing out to the impala.

The ride to the asylum was silent with tension in the air. Both brothers were worried of course, Dean angry at himself for not keeping an eye on her. She’d been with them for a while now. She was useful to them, not only that but they both came to care for her.

“She’ll be okay, Dean. She’s tough.” Sam cut through the tension. 

Dean didn’t want to say much, his thoughts going a million miles in his head thinking if she was safe or even alive, so he opted for, “Yeah.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by his brother.

Sam pulled out his phone, bringing up Y/N’s contact. If she was in trouble, they had to get to her fast.

You’d been walking around for a little bit now, but still no sign of the Djinn. Maybe you’d gotten the place wrong? Maybe there was another ruin the monster preferred. But this one was just too perfect to pass up, it had to be this one.

You walked further down a corridor, the walls had soot all over them, parts of it burned down to the dry wall. You turned when you heard something move in the distance. Your eyes narrowed when you saw nothing there. You faced the way you were walking again only to see the Djinn right in front of you, smirking. 

“Well, well, what do we have here.” You reacted immediately and jabbed the knife towards him, but he was quicker. He’d grabbed your wrist and twisted it so you’d drop your weapon. You groaned but that was the only thing you’d give him. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you in pain.

He sniffed up you neck and into your hair, making you flinch away. “You smell... delectable.” With his last word, you saw a faint glow behind you and his hand come up to cover your eyes. After that, you were out.

*

Dean and Sam had just arrived at the location you had saved on Sam’s computer. They both agreed it was definitely the place the Djinn would be. They got their guns and knives ready, putting the knife in their waistbands and keeping their guns glued to in front of them.

They entered the same way you had but one brother went left and the other went right, splitting up to hopefully find you quicker. The hallways smelled old and a scent of burnt wood still lingered in the air. However long it had been since the fire, the reminders of it were still there. 

Dean couldn’t lie, the place had an eerie feel to it. He checked around every corner, in every room, and so far, no sign of you.

Sam did the same, checking carefully, making sure to stay quiet so he could have an advantage. He entered a larger room than the others he had passed. It almost looked like the nave of a church, benches lined up in rows with space in the middle to walk until you hit a few steps to climb. At the center of the steps, you hung from chains.

“Y/N!” Sam whispered trying to get your attention as he quickly made his way to you. You gave no response. You didn’t move at all and that worried Sam. He tapped your face a few times and held it up, whispering your name again. Nothing.

The doors flew open and Sam looked over from you. Dean’s body flew a few feet before he landed with a grunt.

“Dean!” Sam shouted to his brother. Dean grunted, “Heya, Sammy.” sarcastically. The Djinn walked in behind him.

“Is it Thanksgiving because it seems like I’m gonna have a big meal I’m thankful for.” Sam’s jaw clenched and Dean stood up from the ground.

“Get her out of here Sam, I got this.”

*

“Mommy! Mommy! Did you see how high I was going?” Junior shouted as he raced towards you. You smiled brightly, “Yes I did, Bug. Did you have fun?” he jumped up on your lap, nodding and breathing heavily. Dean walked up behind him and leaned down to give you a kiss. It was something you savored. You looked across the table at Sam who had your daughter in his hands, squealing at him as he attacked her face with kisses. But something in your gut told you this was too good to be true. You were kind of having Deja vu.

Then you heard it. Your name was being called. 

“Sam?” you asked. The Sam across from you looked up and frowned.

“What’s the matter?” he questioned.

Again. You’re name. But this time, you definitely knew it didn’t come from him. Something wasn’t right, you felt it. This world, it wasn’t real. Flashes of memory made you realize, you were a hunter. Hunters didn’t get to live like this. They either died from a monster or by the end of a barrel. They didn’t get the white picket fence happiness.

You set Junior down on the ground, slowly getting up.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Dean grabbed your arm, his face twisted with concern.

“This isn’t real. None of this is real.” you whispered.

“Not real? Baby, this is as real as it gets.” Dean answered back.

“No. No no no. I have to get out of here.” The despair and sadness you suddenly felt tore your heart to pieces. You wanted so bad for it to be real. To be with the two men you so dearly loved, to have a family with them. But you knew it wasn’t your reality.

You reached into your purse, grabbing the keys and taking off in the impala. Your heart raced, you didn’t really know where you were going. At this point you just wanted it all to end. So, you pushed harder on the gas pedal and crashed into a metal pole.

You gasped awake, heart struggling to clam. The feeling of the crash still lingering. You currently sat in the back of the impala, the familiar rumble helped to sooth you.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” You looked up and saw Dean smiling at you behind the wheel.

“What happened? Where’s the Djinn?” you asked. Sam turned so he could face you, a gentle smile crossing his features.

“He’s gone. You don’t have to worry about him.” You nodded and the car fell into a silence. Dean glanced back at you through the rearview mirror and you had a feeling you knew the question he was itching to ask.

“We were married.” you spoke, the boys turning their attention to you.

Sam looked at his brother before clearing his throat, “W-What?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, “We had kids and I was pregnant.” You laughed and sniffled, “We had a white picket fence life. Junior, was Dean and I’s son, Mira was Sam and I’s daughter. We loved each other- I... loved both of you. I still do.”

“Y/N-” Sam was speechless.

“No- I, please, Sam. Just... don’t. I know we can never have that. You and Dean probably wouldn’t even go for that, let alone have feelings for me.” The tears spilled onto your cheeks and once again, the car was silent.

After a minute, the impala slowed and pulled off to the side of the road. You sniffed and looked up, Dean turning around in his seat.

“You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to say what I do and don’t feel because I know what I want. When Sam told me you’d gone off on your own, it scared the hell outta me. I didn’t know if we’d reach you in time or if I’d have to see you dead in some ruin. I know how I feel, Y/N, how we feel.” You followed his gaze to his brother. Sam smiled and nodded.

“We love you too, Y/N.”

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[star-spangledstud]

PARADISE

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Summary: The Avengers enjoy a hard-earned vacation.

Word Count: 3700-ish

Warnings: Fluff (None)

Blistering heat. Skin sticky from several layers of coconut-scented sunblock with built-in self-tanner, causing a dewy glow to set upon your bronzed, heated skin. A bright pink cocktail stood beside the tanning bed you were laying on, a slice of fresh lime and a tiny blue umbrella hanging off the side of the glass. Drops of condensation made their way down the length of the fishbowl shaped glass, collecting on the palm tree coaster it sat on. You sipped it every minute or so through a neon yellow plastic straw, allowing the icy drink to cool you down while the alcohol warmed the back of your throat as it went down.

You turned the page of your romance novel, green doe eyes covered by large black sunglasses following along the words written on the tattered paper. A glance up from your book to the pool area in front of you revealed toned bodies in brightly colored swimming trunks and skimpy bikinis sprawled everywhere. Natasha sat beside you on Wanda's sunbed. She'd braided her hair and was busy putting flowers in it. Fake daisies by the looks of it, made of cloth with little plastic stems. You smiled and took another sip, savoring the sour taste and slushy texture and took a mental note to order the same thing over dinner later. Then, you turned back to your book.

Steve loved summer. Perhaps it was the stark contrast provided by the sun's rays to the ice he was trapped in for so long or the scent of nature in bloom all around him that sparked his admiration for the season. He wasn't sure. All he knew is that he enjoyed the blistering heat and the breeze carrying the scent of fresh flowers across the resort.

His skin had become wrinkly from spending hours on end in the pool with the guys, but he was finally starting to win the game of volleyball against Sam and Thor, and Captain America did not like to lose. He'd tried to convince Tony and Bruce to join them but they were sitting in the shade, stacks of paper and two laptops covering the sunbeds around them. You smiled and shook your head at them, but didn't comment on their constant need to work, even though it was Tony's idea to take everyone away for a two-week paid trip to paradise in the first place. Maybe he just really loved showing off his money. You didn't care, because you were sipping on your fourth free cocktail.

Your eyes drifted back to the water glistening beneath the rays of the sun, to Steve, who was laughing so hard at something Peter said his hand went to his chest.

Steve felt your eyes on him as soon as you lowered your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose so you could watch him lose the game. He held his hand up to the guys, motioning for them to continue without him. Peter begged him to stay, knowing he could never win the game by himself, but Steve already waded to the edge of the pool. Instead of using the metal stairs, he gripped the edge of the pool and lifted himself out in a fluid motion. Water dripped from his torso and out of his shorts, leaving a trail of it on the marble tiles as he closed in on you.

He softly took a hold of your calves, lifting your legs and placing them into his lap so he could sit down on the sunbed. You placed your book on your chest, marveling at drops of water that ran down his milky white torso. That boy did not tan.

"Tired?" You teased, eyes drifting to Thor smashing the ball across the water.

"I can go all day, remember?" He replied, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Sore loser then," you retorted, "nothing wrong with admitting defeat."

"'S not in my genes, I'm afraid," he paused, "so, what' cha reading?"

Even after the sun had set behind the palm trees, the heat remained. The air was still heavy and humid by the time you woke up from your pre-dinner nap and the second you stepped out of your shower, your skin was sticky again. You'd already given up on washing your hair. It would just get greasy again.

It was nearly nine when all of you met up at the restaurant. Overlooking the beach, you had a perfect view of the waves that crashed upon the shore from your seat at the table. You ordered the same ridiculous cocktail and were sipping it quietly, listening to your teammates conversating. Shadows of the palm trees waving gently in the breeze cascaded across the candlelit tables, hypnotizing you for a moment.

Tony's laugh broke your trance and you smiled, not really having listened to the joke. He stood up, scraping his chair back across the cobblestone. His glass of white wine swirled when he rose and he used a fork to tap the side of his glass. Silence immediately fell over the table.

"A toast, to the most annoying yet best teammates a guy like me, could ever ask for," he grinned, "the only reason why I'm saying this is because I've been day-drinking. They make hella Pina Coladas here."

"We know," Natasha said, grinning widely, "we love you too, Tony."

Waiters circled around the tables that had been pushed together to accommodate all of you, plates filled with various kinds of gourmet dishes balancing on their arms and in their hands. You raised your glass, smiling while everyone else did the same.

You looked at Steve, who had taken a seat beside you. He'd traded his swim shorts for a pale blue button-up shirt of which he'd rolled up the sleeves. A shark-tooth necklace, courtesy of one of the salesmen down at the beach who just wouldn’t leave him alone, hung around his neck. It was perfectly visible through the undone buttons on his chest. His hair was fluffy and soft from being in the water all day. You could tell he hadn't tried to style it with gel.

You almost hated yourself for watching him, even from the corner of your eye. It was a habit that had crept into your system over the course of four months. A habit that resembled an addiction to drugs. It was just fun at first, but your constant need to have your eyes on Steve had turned into a necessity, into a way of life.

The two of you had always hit it off. He was the first person to introduce you to the rest of the team when you were initially hired and he had taken it upon himself to show you the ropes and guide your training after that. He made you feel comfortable in an environment filled with strong, confident people during a time in which you felt like a small fish in a big pond. He watched your back on missions and took you to the city on days off - although admittedly, he mostly brought you along for his own selfish reasons.

He forced you to take him to places like McDonald's and KFC, not because the food - although advertised as such - was finger-licking good, but because he'd missed out on the experience of greasy fast food when he was growing up in the previous century. He forced you to take him to BestBuy, not because he was in the market for a new smart-fridge, but because he needed you to explain the appliances that had been invented after he went into the ice without judging him for his continuous stream of questions. It wasn't until your throat was sore from all the talking that he would take you to a coffee shop so you could sit down and enjoy a hot beverage. Not Starbucks though. Way too crowded and the drinks were too complicated. What the hell was a Frappuccino, anyway?

It was during those days where you began to glance at him. Peaks, out of the corners of your eye when he was trying to figure out whether to order a Quarterpounder or a Big-Mac. Admiration for adjusting so quickly in a world so far away from his own, for accepting it. Glances turned into zoned-out stares that focused on his features until he'd wave his hand in front of your face and ask you what planet you were on. Your cheeks would heat up every time, a sight he loved - but would never admit - and you would stammer and make up a stupid excuse about being tired.

You hated the feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach whenever he would brush his arm against yours during the movie nights, or when his knees would hit yours as you sat opposite each other in the coffee shop. You hated the lopsided smiles he gave you when he thought you weren't looking and hated how close he would stand to you in the kitchen when you were making breakfast, shirt off and sweatpants riding low on his perfectly sculpted hips.

You hated how you'd begun to develop a crush on Steve Rogers. It just crept up on you, silent and deadly like a black viper. It had wiggled its way into your heart and settled there, causing it to hammer skip every time you were near him. You wanted to punch yourself for acting like a lovesick puppy because you were sure it was a one-sided thing and yet even as you laid in bed at night with thoughts racing and images of Steve flashing before closed lids, you couldn't turn your fucking brain off long enough to think clearly.

You and Steve were friends. Not just friends, either, but best friends. You spent so much time together it made Tony gag. Natasha couldn't stop obsessing over the two of you, constantly trying to prove that you were secretly dating. Even Bruce caught wind of the closeness of your supposedly platonic relationship and when he caught the two of you in the common room late one night doubled over in hysterical laughter, piles of blankets and fluffy pillows surrounding you on the couch you were sitting on, even he was convinced there was more going on than you were letting on.

As you were sitting on a tropical island, surrounded by the people that you cared for the most, a part of you wished there was. How nice it would be to experience a vacation at a fancy resort in the tropics with a romantic partner. You snorted, picking up your knife and fork while shaking your head. There was nothing going on between you and Steve and as far as he was concerned, there never would be. You were friends, after all, best friends at that, and there was no way that Steve could be interested in you in any other way. He was so perfect in every way and you were just, ordinary. Plain, a Big-Mac without toppings.

Dessert came before you even realized what was going on. You were buzzed at this point from all the cocktails you'd consumed and instead decided to order a glass of ice water to accompany the chocolate lava cake you had ordered. You only ate half, stomach feeling like it was going to burst at any point if you ate any more. Steve, being the gentleman he was, took the fact that you placed your spoon down as a sign and finished it for you.

"Y/N?"

You hadn't heard him coming.

He was standing behind you suddenly, shirt unbuttoned further than before and hair blowing in the wind that had started to pick up. Of course, it had been Tony's idea to host a private party after dinner in the club that was attached to the resort. Employees of SHIELD and the Avengers were dancing inside, booze flowing just as smoothly as the music. You'd stepped outside for only a moment in desperate need for some fresh air and time to think. 

It was still warm outside, the soft breeze feeling wonderful on your slightly reddened skin. 

"Hey," you said, elbows leaning on the railing that separated the resort from its private beach, "what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question," he said smartly, offering you a sip of his sprite, "This is a nice place."

"It's beautiful," you mused, watching the gentle waves and the pearly white sands ahead.

"Yeah," Steve mumbled, "it is."

Seeing you in a white triangle bikini was the single most amazing thing Steve had ever seen. It had taken all his strength not to rip you from the beach and into your bungalow where he could kiss you and have you all to himself at last. The salty water had transformed your hair into waves, and the sun had kissed your skin and made you glow. You were on a towel on your stomach, book in front of you and sunglasses hiding your eyes. A bottle of sunscreen poked out of the tote bag you brought and a bottle of water stood perched up into the sand. It had to be warm by now, but you didn't care.

He loved seeing how much you enjoyed this. How naturally you adjusted to the change of pace, how you blended in with the scenery as if you'd always been there. He got to see a side of you he'd never seen before when you were in New York, where the rain seemed to permanently hang over the city. He loved how you interacted with people you were so used to seeing only at work,  but this also made him jealous. He was used to being one of the only people you would hang out with in private but now, you'd practically been glued to everyone but him. How badly he wanted to take you out for a stroll on the beach alone or enjoy a cocktail with you with no-one else watching. Hell, he'd even dance for you at that club with the music he could hardly call music if it meant he got to spend more time with you alone.

He was playing volleyball again, on the beach this time. Half of your party had gone out on scooters for an island excursion, but not you. You had decided that your book was more important, and so you were reading the final chapter with the sun cascading on your back. He'd tried to get you to join him earlier, but once again, you'd declined. Not now, when you were so close to finishing the book. The main character was about to confess her love for the man she'd been chasing for years. She had finally built up the courage to tell him how she really felt. Her words caused your stomach to clench and your heart to pound. You had to know how it would end.

But even the most experienced of readers required a break every once in a while. You were hot, extremely hot and in desperate need of something to cool you off. Alas, the water you'd brought had warmed up, offering no relief from the constant heat blazing down on you. You got up, placing the book into your bag so it wouldn't get covered in the sand and stretched your limbs.

You looked around the beach for a while, noticing it was a lot quieter with half the staff gone for the day and exhaled, allowing a deep breath to escape your lungs while you began to jog across the hot sand.

"When are you going to tell her you're in love with her?" Tony asked with a smug smirk on his face and the ball in his hands.

Steve swallowed, catching the ball with ease.

"You're supposed to hit it back, not catch it and stand there like a dead guy," Tony commented, "Anyway, you dig her and for some reason, you're too afraid to just man up and tell her. Why?"

"Because," Steve said, "we're just friends."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. Look, nothing's ever gonna change unless you act and you're an idiot if you think she doesn't feel the same way. Plus, I made a bet with Tash, so you better step up your game and get to it. Like, right now."

"Tony, I can't do that."

"Give me one good reason. Go on, I'm waiting." Another cocky smirk.

"We're coworkers."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Oh please, Fury doesn't give a shit and neither do I. Sign a couple of forms if you have to. Listen, pal if you don't make a move soon, someone else is bound to come in and sweep her off her feet and you'll be sorry forever."

Steve thought for a moment, watching as you walked further away from him and cursed Tony for being right. Again.

"She's the only one who can tolerate your shit, Rogers. Don't let her get away so easily."

Your feet were just touching the water when a hand around your upper arm stopped you from walking into the ocean. You'd ventured out to a more quiet area of the beach, where the only sound audible was the crashing of waves and seagulls over your head. You could still see your towel from where you stood, but the details had become blurry. Perfect.

"Hey,"  you said, voice sounding startled after you'd turned to look at whoever was holding you.

"I don't know why I allowed Tony of all people to convince me to do this, but I wouldn't be here if what he said to me didn't have a truth to it so I suppose it was for the best." Steve stammered, hands now on your shoulders as if to shield them from the sun.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, confused.

"Do you like me?" He asked, cheeks reddening more and more with each passing second. You couldn't tell through the darkness of your sunglasses, but he didn't know that.

"Of course I do Steve, you're my best-" He cut you off, testosterone and adrenaline taking over now.

"Not like that. Listen, you make me happy. Like, happy, happy. I don't mean the kind of happy that I get when I run into Sam at the gym and he has a fresh smoothie and a bagel for me, or when we successfully complete a mission and return home safely. It's not the kind of happy I get when I drink my favorite coffee, or when I see a dog at the park."

"What are you saying?" You whispered, eyes hidden by tinted glasses sliding across his face for any sign of fuckery.

There was none. You're suddenly painfully aware of the water swishing against your legs, aware of the grains of sand beneath your feet and his touch, which burned hotter than any sun in the universe could ever do. It's like you'd taken a step inside the book you were just reading.

"You make me feel things I haven't felt before, but want to feel all the time. I crave you when you're not there. The brush of your fingers, the softness of your voice and your laugh, Y/N, I need to hear it all the time and hell, I don't want to even think about having to share it with anyone else because I can't stand to bear the thought." He realized he was being dramatic, but he didn't care.

It disgusted him how easy it had been for Tony to convince him to tell you, but he was right. Walking on eggshells around you was ridiculous and even though Steve realized that being this honest could ruin everything in a matter of seconds, he also knew that lying was a habit he hated and he had been lying to himself for far too long by pretending to accept your friendship as the endstage.

Your hand was on his chest before he knew what was happening. A small smile played on your rosy lips, yet there was hesitation hidden behind those sunglasses. Hesitation, because what if the only reason why he said those words to you was because of a stupid bet? You were almost convinced of it, but his blue orbs told you the truth far better than any of his words could ever do. He was searching for confirmation, waiting for you to tell him you felt the same. Hell, they were begging you to say something, anything just to get the anticipation out of the way. It was like a horror movie, where you knew a jump scare was coming but you didn't know when.

"I do like you,"  you said finally, "more than dogs at the park."

An amused expression on your face allowed him to finally breathe again. Bright blue eyes still intensely scanned your face, just to make sure you too were telling the truth. He wasn't a walking lie detector - unlike Natasha - but he could tell you were honest.

"I want to take you out," more adrenaline, "properly. Not a coffee shop date, but a real date. With flowers and dinner."

Your heart clenched, second hand finding his chest, "I would like that."

It was hard to stand on the tip of your toes while being in the sand. You sank a little, so it kind of defeated the purpose, but still, you did your best to gain some height on the tall man in front of you. His piercing blues traveled across your shoulders, followed a trail of glimmering sunshine along your body and you sighed, almost fearful you ended up with a heat stroke and were currently delusional. Or drunk. Or both.

But his lips, salty from the ocean water he took in when he went under a while ago and soft, felt very fucking real. You could hardly believe it because did dreams really come true, but hell yeah they did, because you were in one right now and you were not asleep. You were kissing, mouth on mouth and it didn't stop there, because your tongue soon slipped in - you blamed the alcohol you had earlier for your sudden boldness. Blamed him too, for overwhelming you with it.

You didn't even care about the fact that Tony and some level 6 SHIELD employees were watching you guys make out on a private beach. Didn't give a damn about the fact that Tony picked up his phone to call Natasha about how she now owed him $200, or how your sunscreen was starting to wear off and your skin would soon turn red. You finally had Steve right where you wanted him, really had him now, and you didn't plan on letting go anytime soon.

[holylulusworld]

Now we are almost even

Request: Would you please write for Bucky & reader, wherein he's in love with Natasha but is forced to marry reader, he's never home ignores her even when she tries hard. She even has to work as a waitress for money, one-night Brock tries to rape her, Steve arrives just in time and saves her. They become good friends. It's on you if you want her to stay with Bucky or get married to Steve. It could be an au where they are not Avengers.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader, Mobster!Steve x Mobster!Reader, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Carol Danvers

Warnings: angst, cheating, feisty reader, language, mentions of sex, tension, talk about ‘family’ business, nakedness, murder, a hint of making-out, violence

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“Well, James. Now we are almost even…” Bucky doesn’t get the sense of your words, not when you kiss Steve roughly, not when you grind against your husband’s best friend's body. Not when you get up to walk stark naked into your bathroom.

“Even…” Dumbfounded your husband's eyes dart between Steve, who at least tries to cover his modesty and you standing in the doorframe of your bathroom.

“I think you didn’t get the part in which I planned to fuck Steve, didn’t you?”

Smirking you stalk toward Bucky to fist his shirt roughly. “I fucked your best friend to have some fun. He’s good, I must admit. You better not believe you pushed me into Steve’s arms.” Now Bucky pants heavily as everything falls into places.

“You knew I would agree to let Steve touch you…” Cursing as you outsmarted him, Bucky grips your waist roughly, to press your naked body to his. “You’re still mine…”

“Now, now…Bucky.” Pressing your index finger to his lips you shake your head. “I’m not yours, Steve’s or anyone’s, James. I’m capable to make my decisions.”

“What did you mean with even?” Steve asks while he struggles to find his boxers.

“Well, Steven. My husband, who tries to convince me he is deeply in love with me fucked Natasha sixty-seven times during our marriage. This means I will fuck you sixty-six more times or let’s say seventy as I need to have my revenge.”

“If I can watch…” Eyes darker than usual Bucky smirks as you pat his cock. “I’d like to see you writhe on Stevie’s cock, imagining it’s me.” Bucky purrs and you, well you start to cackle, slapping his chest.

“Damn, you believe you are best in bed…huh?” While you bicker with your husband about his libido Steve looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Dammit, you made me hurt Steve…”

----

“I was only someone you could use, no one special?” Sitting on the couch in Bucky’s house Steve looks at you with those sad blue eyes he only gives you.

“Stevie…” Before Bucky can protest you straddle Steve’s lap, sliding your fingers through his hair. “I always wondered how you would feel. If your lips are soft and you smell like musk and cinnamon.”

“Y/N…” Your hands fist his golden hair roughly, forcing Steve to crane his neck.

“Shhh…Steve. Let me end my speech.” Your lips pressed against your husband’s best friends’ soft pillows you smirk as Bucky starts to pace around the room.

“That’s…you can’t play with us, Y/N.” James is stopping in his tracks, hating you are kissing Steve. “You are still my wife.”

“That phrase is getting boring, Bucky.” Chuckling you get off Steve’s lap, pecking his cheek before you storm toward your husband to fist his jacket.

“When you fucked Natasha sixty-seven times you didn’t remember you are married. You didn’t remember you pushed me into a storage room to sleep on a hard mattress and for sure didn’t remember I had to work shifts as a waitress as you were too busy dipping your dick into that bitch’s pussy. Don’t you dare to criticize I take what I want.” Panting you glare up at Bucky, but he smirks, loving you turned your attention toward him.

“God, I love seeing you get mad. Could take you on the couch next to Stevie right now. I bet he wouldn’t care.” Bucky’s hands seem to be everywhere at once and for a moment you let him roam your body, touching every inch.

“You know, Steve is way better in bed than you…”

Now Bucky’s face is red in anger and you are sure he will explode any moment but a knock at the door keeps him from throwing you onto the couch.

“Don’t you open the door, dear husband?” Teasingly patting his chest, you brush your lips along his jawline.

“I’ll teach you a lesson sooner or later…” Your eyes darken and your face hardens.

“Don’t forget your place, Barnes. I’m the new boss in town, you are my toyboy and for sure you will not teach me anything. I learned my lessons after we got married, James.” Grumbling Bucky walks toward the door, not seeing the grin on Steve’s face or the way you checked his ass out.

“Boss, I must admit you are a hell of a woman,” Steve smirks as you pat the back of his head. Loving he leans into your touch.

“Submissive much, Rogers?” While you play with Steve’s hair Bucky is eying you warily, not listening to what Sam has to say.

“Did you listen, boss?” Quirking a brow Sam looks over Bucky’s shoulder, smirking as you give him a wink.

“James, let Sam in, for fuck’s sake. Don’t let the man stand outside the room to bear your bad mood alone.” Not amused Bucky mutters under his breath but he opens the door wider, walking with it to let Sam in.

“Have a seat. Maybe my wife wants to bang you too.” Lips curved into a grin you shrug, not giving away you love seeing Bucky all riled up as he fears he will lose you.

“Boss, we need to talk about Brock’s connections. Seems Hydra is showing its ugly head. Last night three thugs tried to poach some of our girls in your club. They declined and those assholes attacked the girls.” Sam explains what happened while you focus on business.

James is watching you talk to Sam, making fast and smart decisions as if being a mobster is nothing new to you.

“We should strike back. If we let thugs attack our girls, they will leave, and I don’t want to know what happens to them at Hydra’s club.” Bucky throws in, clenching his jaw as he looks at the pictures Sam gave him.

“Right. We let the girls dance and strip. Hydra is more into selling girls to any willing pervert. I hate having the clubs, but business is dirty sometimes. At least we need to make sure our girls are safe.”

Pointing at the pictures in your husband's hands you nod. “James is right, Sam. Call Thor and the others. We will strike back and hit them hard. I always wanted to burn down this ugly club outside of town…” Snickering you wiggle your eyebrows as Steve gasped at your words.

“That’s Hydra’s favorite. If we do this, no one can tell if we do not lose more than one building.” Steve wants to be the voice of reason. “Ross is already pissed as Rumlow went missing.”

“Steve, they attacked our girls. We have to strike back, or they will believe we are too weak. If we do not hit them hard anyone will try to take away what’s ours.” Standing close to your husband you take the pictures out of his hands, tossing them into Steve’s face.

“Y/N…”

“Look what those bastards did, Steve. They didn’t just slap the girls, they cut them, broken ribs and fingers. If not for the security they would’ve killed them.”

While you exclaim you are the boss Bucky smirks. He loves you are as stubborn and unforgiving as he is. If not for his stupid mistake you could be his queen, and he, he would be your king.

----

“You will pay for that!” Bucky’s boot hits the man’s face, causing him to fall onto the dirty ground behind the club.

“My, my look what the cat dragged behind a club.” Snickering you slide your fingers over Bucky’s back.

He’s following you with his eyes, smirking as you blow him a kiss. “Three thugs in ugly clothes.”

Kneeling you at the red jacket one of the guys is wearing you laugh as he looks offended.

“Did no one tell you Ronald McDonald wants his jacket back? You’ve got no style for sure. A smart attacker wears black just like my men over there.”

Leaning closer to the whimpering man you point at Bucky. “He’s quite a sight in his tight black pants, the black leather jacket, and boots.” The man nods, trying to get in your good graces.

“Please, we just followed orders…” Patting the man’s cheek you get the pictures of the girls out.

“Orders you say. Did your boss tell you to ruin our girl's faces? Did he tell you to try to rape them? Huh?”

Getting up you toss the pictures into the men’s faces, not looking back before you got your gun out. “I bet he wanted you to scare them a bit, not ruin their lives…”

The first bullet hits ‘ugly jacket’s’ leg, causing him to cry out. “I guess he learned his lesson, boss.” Steve tries to take the gun out of your hand but Thor stops him.

“Boss decides when he learned his lesson, Rogers. Let her…” Thor warns as Steve’s hand falls to his side.

“Y/N, let me or Buck do this. We can…” Steve flinches as the next bullet end’s ugly jacket’s life. Hitting his forehead, you don’t even blink.

“Holy…” Bucky gasps but there’s a hint of pride on his features. His girl is a cold bitch and he loves it for sure. “I need to marry you again to make sure you are my queen.”

“Shut it, Barnes. I like your ass, nothing else. Now swing said ass over here and end this for me. I want to talk to the girls.” Securing your gun, you walk toward the scared women sitting in your black van.

They look like none of them slept in ages and you still can see bruises all over their bodies. No one was kind to these women in years.

“Relax.” Nodding at Carol you take the blankets out of her hands, covering the shaking girls with the soft fabric. “We want to make you an offer. A job offer…”

“Job…” Sniffling one of the girls wraps her arm around a smaller girl’s shoulder, not knowing what will happen to them now.

“Did you ever serve drinks? We need a waitress, dancer, and strippers. Tips are yours; you will have someone to protect you. No sex.” You explain their jobs and the girl’s gasps as you hand them water.

“No sex…?” The girl asks.

“Only dancing, serving drinks, stripping. No sex. No touching.” Nodding Carol hands, you another bottle of water. “I will not lie. Hydra is our enemy, girls. This means you are in danger while working for us.”

“Anything is better than being their slaves. I’ll come with you, just like my sister. I can’t speak for the others, tho.” The girl exclaims and you smirk. You like her fire.

“What’s your name?” Handing the girl with fire another blanket you smile as she straightens her back.

“I‘m Gamora, and that’s Nebula, my sister. We will work for you.” The girl whispers and you nod, liking the way she’s meeting your eyes.

“Then it’s settled. The others can stay in the car, and come with us, or they can leave. Either way, it’s their decision.”

Pointing at Carol you clear your throat. “That’s Carol. She will stay here and make sure no one hurts any of you. Trust me, she can take even Thor down.” The girl’s gasps as you point toward Thor.

“We will come with you…” All girls say and Carol smirks.

“Good.”

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“They will come with us. No sex, Bucky…” You eye your husband warily, warning him to not disappoint you.

“I know, my little prude…” James smirks, pointing at the club. “Well, isn’t that a nice club? It’s on fire, you could say.”

“Soon, Bucky…soon…” Steve watches you ignite the fire before you all run toward your cars, snickering as the first flames start to feast at the building and the dead thugs inside.

“I guess they learned their lesson…my queen.” Bucky purrs as he pushes you against the car to kiss you roughly. Your tongue slips into his mouth and you fist his hair harshly.

“I’m your queen, James but you are not my king…”

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[adrenaline-roulette]

I say no

Pairing: Josh Washington x Reader Warnings: Language, minor angst Word Count: 3K+ Catch up on Chapter One here!

Chapter Two

Not a single person bats an eye at the two of you as you stroll out of the school. No students racing to tell a teacher that you were leaving, and no teachers questioning you as to where you were going. It was easy, almost too easy. At your old school, even before the incident occurred, you were watched like a hawk, unable to make any moves out of the ordinary without someone asking what the hell you were doing.   Walking with Josh though, people parted like the red sea as you approached, almost as if no one wanted to be in the same vicinity as him.   You were aware that something with Josh’s family had occurred in recent months, the exact details of what exactly, you were fuzzy on.  Though hearing Josh mention that he had ‘Special Privileges’, only added to your overall curiosity over what you had dubbed the, Washington Mystery.

For a solid ten minutes, Josh kept his arm wrapped around your shoulder, either for your comfort or his, at this point you couldn’t quite tell. All you knew, was that the moment he slipped his arm away, you instantly felt cold. “Ladies first.” He grins, bowing low and gesturing one arm towards the forest green jeep you now stood beside.

You blink in surprise, cocking your head to one side as you take in the dirty car. It had a few scratches along the sides, and the tyres were covered in mud from the recent rain. Aside from that, the car itself was in excellent condition, and almost seemed too nice to be sitting in the student parking lot. “Is this your car, or are we about to become felons?” You smirk, turning your full attention to the man beside you.

“Hey, you’re already a felon. If anything, I should be worried about you corrupting me, not the other way round!” He’s laughing, and you find yourself chuckling along with him too. For the first time, finding humour in the awful events which had lead you here.

“Just don’t follow me to the science labs, and we should be good.” You tease, nudging your shoulder against his playfully. It was odd, you had gone from crying over people bringing up your past only a few minutes ago, and now you were laughing about it. Perhaps it was because somehow, you just knew that Josh understood what you were going through?

The rattling of keys pulls you out of your thoughts, blinking twice you focus back on Josh who was now dangling a set of car keys in front of you. “Don’t stress, it’s my car.” He grins, twirling the keyring around his index finger three times, before clasping his fingers around the keys, and pinning them to his palm.

Reaching out, you grab the door handle and tug it open, climbing up and into the Jeep and settling into the black leather passenger seat. Josh darts around to the opposite side, slamming the door behind him, as he twists the key in the ignition. “Damn, this shit is fancy.” You breathe lowly, running your hand along the dashboard. Josh chuckles beside you, putting the car in reverse, and getting you both out of the parking lot. “What’s so funny?”

He shakes his head, short curls bouncing gently against his forehead. “You!” He grins, locking his green eyes on you for a moment, before returning his attention to the road ahead. “I’d almost think you’ve never seen a Jeep before.”

You roll your eyes, turning to look out of the window, watching the unfamiliar scenery pass you by. “That’s not true. I’ve seen plenty of Jeeps before. I’m just not used to seeing one in student parking is all.” You shrug.

“Nah, that’s fair. The only reason I have it, is so I can drive off road when heading to the family lodge.” Josh flicks on the indicator, and makes a left turn, taking you away from the main road, and into an area you don’t recognise.

“Oh la-di-da, the family lodge eh?” You giggle, rolling your head to the side to look at him now, a bemused expression on his lips too.

“Ha, yeah. Washington Lodge, up on Blackwood Mountain.”

You stare at him blankly, eyes blinking slowly as you wait for an explanation which never comes. You’ve been in town for nearly a month, and this was the first you were hearing about the Washington Lodge and Blackwood Mountain. “Am I supposed to know where that is?” You finally ask, once you realise Josh isn’t going to provide any more information unprompted.

“Sorry, I forget you’re new here. Everyone else knows the area, hell most people have been to the Lodge as it is. Or at least, most of Hannah and Beth’s classmates.” He sighs, a frown creasing his brows tightly, just as his knuckles grip the steering wheel more firmly.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to pry. Uh, where are we go-” You begin, hoping to change the subject before you can say anything else which may upset Josh.

“No, it’s fine. Um, Blackwood Mountain is about two hours from here. My family built a lodge up there a few years ago, and there’s a small cabin too. We used to have end of year parties there, and just parties to celebrate everything we could. One year Sam hosted a Halloween party, now that was fun.”

You watch as Josh’s grip relaxes slightly, though he keeps both hands planted firmly on the wheel, and shows no signs of letting go. “That sounds great!” You offer with likely an over exaggerated smile.

He nods slowly. “Yeah, it was. Not sure when we’ll be able to go back, or if I even want to.”

You want to ask further questions, but bite your tongue from doing so. You had heard enough of the rumours circling school, to know better than press for answers you’re not entirely sure you want. The silence which fills the Jeep is both uncomfortable, yet welcoming at the same time, both you and Josh seemingly lost in your own thoughts for the time being. Leaning forwards, you fiddle with the dials on the stereo, pressing buttons at random until music flows through the speakers. “Let’s see what Mr Josh Washington listens to shall we?” You smirk, turning the dial up, so the volume increases. What plays, leaves you utterly surprised.

“The disappearance of Kate Lane has haunted her home town for over twenty years now. Her family are desperate for answers, and to find out who has their daughter. But so far, police have been unable to find any trace of the missing twenty year old….”

Leaping forwards, you turn the volume dial down, pupils blown wide as you turn to stare at Josh, who has returned to gripping the steering wheel for dear life. “You listen to unsolved cases podcasts?”

Josh’s lips are drawn into a straight, thin line, as his eyes stare unblinking ahead at the road. The dense forest which you had been driving through, was now slowly making way for streetlights, and residential areas. “Yeah, I do.” He mutters quietly, almost more to himself than to you.

“Why though?”

“I have my reasons Y/N.” And with that, it’s clear as day that the conversation is over. You reach forwards and turn the stereo off, finding yourself liking the silence far more than talks of missing women.

Josh gnaws on his lower lip as he drives through town, frowning in deep concentration, almost as if he were trying to convince himself not to do what he was planning. Finally, he pulls off the main road, driving directly into a McDonalds drive thru. “Do you want anything?’

Your eyebrows disappear into your hairline in surprise, blinking rapidly at Josh. This was hardly what you were expecting out of your afternoon, that was for sure. “I, uh – I don’t have any cash on me?” You stammer out quietly.

“I didn’t ask if you had cash. I asked if you wanted anything, silly.” He’s chuckling  now, all signs of anger and frustration he displayed before, melting away like ice over flame.

“Um, sure I guess. Large fries please?”

“Easy done.” He drives further through, stopping to place his order before proceeding to the cashier and collection points. “Here ya go.” He offers, once he’s holding the greasy brown paper bag, the smell of deep-fried everything leaving the air in the car smelling stale.

“Thank you. I owe you one.” You smile, pulling your fries out of the bag, and cradling them in your lap protectively.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Think of it as bribery, yeah?”

You pause, fry poised halfway to your mouth, and watching Josh from the corner of your eyes. “Bribery for what exactly?”

“There’s something I need you to do for me.” He begins, driving back the way you came. “And you seem like the kind of person who wants justice, and demands to know the truth… Am I right?”

You breathe in deeply, thinking back to the accident you had caused in the science labs. Everyone was so quick to point their fingers at you, shoving all the blame to you, though not once did they ask to hear your side of the story! “You’re right.”

He nods, smiling to himself in an almost wicked manner. “I thought so. Y/N, you and I are going to get along very well I think.”

You munch down on the fry you had held for the past few minutes now, frowning slightly at how cold it had grown out of the bag. “Let’s hope you’re right. I need more than one friend here.”

“And so far, who would you consider to be your one friend?”

You shrug lightly, popping another fry past your lips. “I suppose Sam. At least, I think she’s a friend?”

Josh nods again, pulling off the main road and travelling along a dirt path towards the forest. “Perfect, that’s exactly what we need.”

You frown deeply, eyes locking on the side of Josh’s face now. “What are you talking about? And where are you taking me?”  Panic is beginning to settle in, as you find yourself being driven further and further away from any signs of people.

“Don’t worry! We just need to go somewhere to talk. Somewhere we don’t run the risk of anyone hearing us.”

You roll your eyes, huffing out a deep sigh. “You could’ve told me that. I would’ve invited you over to my place. No one is going to be home for hours.”

“Oh, well yeah… I didn’t know that. Now I look like a creep.” Josh half smirks, though shows no signs of changing his selected course.

There’s nothing left for you to do, but sit back and relax, watching out of the window as you pass by the dense covering of trees. You can’t help but wonder how often Josh comes out here, if this was a familiar area to him. He seemed to know the path you were driving well, though you suppose it could be coincidence.   Finally, Josh pulls the car over in a clearing within the forest. It was a small, intimate area, which would probably make a nice setting for a camping trip with friends, if it weren’t still so close to town. “Here we are…”

You suck in your bottom lip, gnawing on it slightly between your teeth. He had promised he wasn’t going to hurt you, but something about this situation just felt off. Just as Josh exits the Jeep, you do the same, closing the door behind you firmly. The locks click shut, and you move around to the front of the car to meet Josh, who was plucking a fry from the paper bag. “This is what I like to call, my plotting spot.” He begins, gesturing for you to follow him further into the clearing.

“And what exactly do you plot out here?” You follow closely behind him, kicking small stones and twigs out of your path with your toe.

He shrugs, before sitting down heavily on a fallen tree trunk, resting the greasy takeout bag between his feet on the forest floor. “I want to say revenge - But I’m not entirely sure if that’s the right word for it? Maybe it’s justice I’m looking for? Or the truth?”

His words draw you towards him, the edge of pain to his voice sending a pang of sympathy through your heart. “Justice for who?” You ask quietly, stepping closer until you too are sat on the tree trunk.

“My sisters, Hannah and Beth.”                                                                            

This was your chance, to ask the questions which had been burning on your tongue, from your first media lesson when you had heard your classmates mention those names! “What happened to them? Why do you need justice?”

Josh sucks in a deep breath, tilting his head down until his eyes are focused solely on his feet. “During winter break, something happened to them at the lodge. An- and they’ve been missing ever since.”

You know there’s more to this story, there has to be! Why else would Josh be so intent on finding out the truth. There’s something he’s not telling you, that’s for damned sure. “Something, or someone?” You pry, hoping that perhaps this was the lead you needed for him to tell you more.

At this, Josh laughs. It’s not a full laugh, nor one that resounds from deep within. If anything, it’s a hollow sound, though you suppose that it’s better than nothing. “You’re very quick to catch on, aren’t you? Beth would’ve loved you if she had gotten the chance to meet you!”

Turning on the tree trunk, you sit sideways so you can look at Josh fully now. Even if he won’t tear his gaze away from his boots, the least you can do is give him your undivided attention. “The way you talk about her and Hannah - I assume the worst happened?”

Josh nods in affirmation, before turning to meet your gaze, unshed tears swimming in his pale green eyes. “The police searched everywhere. They were at the lodge for weeks, no one could come in or go out. They searched, and searched, and searched… But there was nothing to be found.” He takes a deep breath in, reaching up and scrubbing his fists down his cheeks roughly. “They’re still calling it a disappearance, as if one day my sisters might suddenly just pop up in the middle of, I don’t know, fucking Brooklyn or some shit. But they’re not going to… I know that. Somehow, I know they’re not here anymore. You know? I can just feel it…”

You reach a hand out towards Josh, resting it against his thigh gently, hoping that even just the slightest touch may be enough to remind him you were here. “Do you know who hurt them?”

He turns to face away from you once again, staring dead ahead at a small bird which leapt experimentally from tree branch, to branch. “I have my theories, let’s just leave it at that for now.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, as you turn your gaze to the same bird that Josh had found. “Who was up at the lodge with you?” You whisper, both to not spook Josh nor the bird.

“Me, Hannah, Beth, Sam, Mike, Emily, Jess, Ashley, Matt and Chris.”

Sighing sharply, you try your luck with another question, hoping it won’t be taking things too far. “What happened? As in, what do you know happened. Not what any of them have said… I want your side of the story.”

Josh looks at you again, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you always this inquisitive?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“I don’t really remember much, which is part of the problem. Chris and I, we – we were passed out in the kitchen when things went down. I vaguely recall Beth trying to shake me awake, but I was too out of it.” Pain flashes through his eyes, and his irises grow dark at the memory of that evening. “All night we had been having a fun time, just being typical stupid kids, enjoying a break from school, and the freedom of having no parents around. I remember Mike being almost overly friendly towards Hannah all evening. And not just in the class president sort of way. He was wrapping his arm around he shoulders when we were sitting around talking. But Hannah, she was playing along, she had her arm around his waist.” He pauses, brows scrunching up in thought as he struggled to recall the events correctly. “It was so weird though, while they kept doing that, Emily was right here, watching all of it go down, but she never said anything! Which is so unlike Em, she’ll cause a scene whenever possible! Instead, she just kept giggling with Jess.”

You pause, taking in his words, until they slowly begin to make sense to you. Were Jess and Emily plotting something against Hannah? Is that what happened here? You know how bitchy girls can be, but what on Earth had they done which had resulted in both Hannah and Beth going missing? “Do you remember anything much after that?” You press on, hoping maybe he did. Though you were sure he had gone through all of this multiple times with the police, you weren’t going to dig up anything new.

Josh shakes his head no, rubbing one hand through his dark curls and tugging at the roots, almost as if he believed if he pulled hard enough, more answers would spring forth. “No, I don’t. All I remember was betting Chris that I could drink more than him…. Next thing I knew, I was being woken up by the police with my parents crying behind them.”

“Fucking hell. Josh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You whisper, pushing yourself closer to his side, where you wrap your arms around his shoulders. It’s an entirely one sided hug, but you pray that it helps him, even just a little bit. “What can I do to help? I want to help! I want to find out exactly what happened, and I want to help you get justice for Hannah and Beth.”

Finally, he turns to look down at you, wrapping one arm around your lower back, and pulling you tightly against him. “Thank you. I hoped you would.” He breathes deeply, the warm air tickling the tip of your ear.

“What do you need me to do?”

“You need to find out the truth. You’re already making friends with Sam. I need you to keep going. She knows more than she’s letting on, I just know it. The others won’t tell you anything. But Sam, she’ll spill anything if you’re on her good side, and ask her the right way.”

“Are you sure you want to know the truth Josh?”

“Yes. More than anything.”

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Ice Cream and Grass Stains (Bucky x Reader)

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Warnings - Violence, Gore, Swearing and Really Bad Flirting...

Ice Cream and Grass Stains

When The Black Widow tracked you down and dragged your ass back to the Avengers compound, you’d really thought she was arresting you. She had jumped you in the middle of a heist after all, but she knew more than you thought she did. She’d known you were stealing classified files from a Hydra Agent and she presented those files and you to the team and recommended you join them. And the rest was history.

That had been three months ago.

Now, you were a fledgling hero on her first team mission. You had hoped for something easy, like taking down a base in the middle of nowhere. Not a knock down, free for all, fight to the death with aliens in the middle of Chicago.

 “Newbie, Falcon needs help getting civilians to safety, three block south of you.” Clint said in your ear, through the comm unit.

 “On it.” You said, running towards where you’d been instructed.

 You saw Sam pulling a group of people out of a café and pointing them towards the safety of the police blockade.

 “Little bird, big bird said you needed a hand?” You said as you jogged up to him.

 “Yeah, get these people to safety. I need to get back up there.” Sam told you, clasping you on the shoulder and making sure you were ok with it.

 “Fly away my friend, I’ve got it from here.” You assured.

 He gave you a toothy grin and took off.

 “Folks, if you’ll follow me?” You asked politely, trying not to show them how nervous you were.

 They dutifully followed you until you handed them off to the police officers who’d set up a perimeter around the battle.

 “Civvies are A-Ok, where to next, eye in the sky?” You asked Clint.

 “Barnes has been cornered in an office block not far from you. He says he’s fine but just tell him you got lost and needed his help to find your way back to the rest of the team.” Clint suggested.

 You bit back a snort of laughter at the fact Clint had Cheat Codes for dealing with The Winter Soldier and let him direct you to the office building.

 Bucky was on the fourth floor and he was decidedly NOT fine. He was fighting off twelve of the outer space bad guys with a pocket knife. Though to be fair to him, he was holding them back and looking unfairly hot whilst doing so. You sprung onto the backs of one of the aliens before they could even notice you were in the room and used your own knife to slice it across the throat, landing in a crouch when it fell dead.

 You spun around in the crouch, slicing through the calves of a second alien and angling your knife so it impaled its own skull on the blade as it fell. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw him take down three of them in rapid succession.

 “What are you doing here?” He snarled while he broke the neck of another with a sickeningly satisfying crunch.

 “Helping?” You offered, ducking under the swing of one of the extra-terrestrials coming at you.

 “Get out of here, go find the others.” He commanded.

 “But…”

 “Get out!” He shouted, kicking one of the ones coming after you in the ribs.

 You ignored him and tackled an alien round the middle of it’s long body, piledriving it to the ground and stabbing it through the eye socket. One of it’s friends grabbed your shoulder, fingernails piercing your skin. You hissed in pain as it bodily picked you up and flung you a good twelve feet across the room. You smashed into the wall, cracking the plaster and landing on the floor with a thump.

 You were seriously winded and it took you nearly a full minute to stand up. There was a horrific burning pain across your back and you saw the sharp jagged edge of a piece of metal on the wall. You must have caught your back on it, which explained why you felt so very dizzy and weak.

  Bucky saw your body sail past him and heard the impact it made with the wall and he snapped. Red clouded his vision and he tore through the remaining aliens viciously, destroying them before they could even think about going after you while you were vulnerable. When the last one died under his metal grip he whipped his head around to look at where you were landed and he felt relief flood his system when he saw you standing upright and looking sheepish.

 “Are you ok?” You called over to him tentatively.

 “Unlike you, I can take care of myself. Unlike you, I can heal on the off chance I actually do get hurt. I don’t need a pathetic, unskilled, wannabe hero to jump in and save me. You just ended up getting on the way and I had to save your ass.” He snarled.

 “Sorry.” You mumbled.

 “What, no snappy comeback? No witty one-liners?” He snapped.

 “Not today.” You said, hanging your head low.

 “Are… are you crying?” he asked derisively, noticing the sheen in your eyes.

 “You know what? I am. Because I’m bleeding to death over here and you STILL have to take the time to make me feel two inches tall.” You choked out.

 He rolled his eyes at you and stomped over, pulling the tact suit away from your injured shoulder.

 “It’s barely bleeding. You’re fine.” He told you, his eyes widening when he was the smear of blood on the wall and the puddle of the thick red liquid pooling at your feet.

 He cautiously leaned over to look at you back and let out a sharp intake of breath when he saw the large gash from your right shoulder to your left hip. It was deep and ragged, bleeding heavily.

 “Shit!” He swore, springing into action.

 “I need a med evac on the south side of the west building here.” He said into the comms, ripping his own jacket off and trying to use it to stem the bleeding.

 “Damnit. Ok kid, they’re coming but it’s going to be a while. I can’t move you, I’ll tear up your wounds worse.” He told you.

 You mumbled something in reply, swaying slightly.

 “Whoa, stay with me. I need you to watch my six while I’m cleaning up this mess.” He joked, gesturing to your back.

 “m’kay.” You muttered.

 “This isn’t how I imagined saying this but… take all your clothes off.” He instructed, getting up to search the room for anything that could be even remotely classed as medical supplies.

 He heard you fumble with the zipper of your tact suit as he tore through desk drawers, until he lucked out and found a first-aid kit with sterile wipes and a suturing kit. He also found a half-empty bottle of vodka. When he turned back to you, you were wincing in pain and trying to pull off the tact suit without moving.

 “I’ve got you.” He said softly, grabbing a hold of you.

 You were losing more blood than he had initially realised. He shoved stuff off of a desk and picked you up, gently laying you down on your front on the desk.

 “Sorry about this doll.” He apologised, using one of his many knives to cut the tact suit off your back.

 “How did you imagine it?” You asked him weakly.

 “Imagine what?” He replied, using someone’s discarded scarf to mop up as much of the blood as he could.

 “You said, you imagined it differently. Telling me to take my clothes off.” You told him and he briefly faltered in his actions.

 He hadn’t even realised he’d said that. He’d been distracted by your injuries, it must have slipped out.

 “Sorry.” He apologised, wiping his hands with a sterile wipe before gently probing at the edges of the gash.

 “Tell me…” You pushed.

  He sighed wearily and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

 “You’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?” He asked.

 “Well you’ll probably get lucky and I’ll die before I have the chance to tell anyone.” You laughed softly.

 “You’re not going to fucking die. That’s an order, do you understand me?” He commanded.

 “This isn’t how I imagined saying this but… Whatever you want, Sergeant.” You said cheekily.

 He laughed at your wit, even in the throes of agony.

 “I can stitch this up, there’s enough supplies but I need to clean it first and I’m sorry, but it’s going to hurt.” He apologised, holding the bottle of vodka.  

 “Gimme.” You demanded, gesturing to it and he sighed, but opened it and handed it to you.

 You managed to angle your head to the side and take several long gulps before handing it back to him. Before you could think about what he was going to do, he poured the alcohol directly over the gash.

 “MOTHERFUCKING FUCKER! FUCK YOU BARNES!” You screamed and he had to pin you down to stop you from thrashing.

 “Sorry.” He winced.

 “Don’t apologise you absolute wanker, I’m going to give you something to actually be sorry about. As soon as I can stand up.” You vowed.

 “I believe you sweetheart.”

 Oh so now I’m your sweetheart? Few minutes ago I was a thorn in your side.” You scoffed.

 He swallowed thickly, guilt seeping through his bones at the harsh words he’d spat in your face.

 “I was angry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He said, threading the needle and pinching the edges of the gaping wound together.

 “Well, fuck that hurts, I forgive you. Especially since now I know it was mostly just your pent up sexual frustration.” You said.  

 “We’re back to that huh?” He sighed.

 “I wanna know how you imagined it.” You pushed.

 “It starts with me finally working up the nerve to ask you to let me take you out.” He admitted.

 “And if I said yes? How would it have gone?” You asked him.

 “I would have picked you up at your door and given you flowers, the one’s you always stop and look at through the window in the grounds. We would take my bike, you’d have to sit behind me and wrap your arms around me.” He chuckled.

 “And where we would we go?”

 “Somewhere quiet, where nobody else was. I would have said a picnic but I know you, I’d just take you to the fucking McDonalds drive through because you’re a cheap date.” He scoffed and you tried to hold yourself still while you laughed.

 “I’d get a McFlurry right?” You checked.

 “With an apple pie to smoosh into it.” He confirmed.

 “That sounds good right about now. So then what?” You asked, biting down on your lip when he got to the widest part of the wound.

 “I’d take you to the park, and I’d lay my jacket on the ground for you to sit on. You always look so fucking beautiful in the moonlight you know?”

 “I didn’t know actually.” You giggled.

 “Stars have got nothin on you sweetheart, surprised they don’t just stop shining altogether.” He said, his old Brooklyn accent coming through.

 You let out a low, impressed whistle.

 “You’ve got lines Barnes.” You teased him.

 “And I’d pull them all out on our date, I’d make an ass of myself trying to impress you.” He laughed.

 “I’d think it was cute.” You assured him.

 “Yeah, you would. Eventually you’d get tired of it though and you’d kiss me just to get me to shut up.” He revealed.

 “Devious plan, I like it.” You sniggered.

 “I’d kiss you till you couldn’t think straight doll, then I’d keep kissing you. I think once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.” He admitted.

 “And when I was all dumbed out from your kisses, then you’d tell me to take all my clothes off?” You whispered.

 “You know me too well.” He confirmed.

 “Bucky?”

 “Yeah, sweetheart?”

 “I can’t believe you wanna fuck me in a public park, I didn’t figure you for such a pervert.” You said and his shoulders shook with the force of his laughter.

 “Couldn’t even spring for a motel room huh?” You continued and he had to stop stitching for a second he was laughing so hard.

 “You want The Ritz doll? I’ll get us The Ritz.” He asked, continuing with his task of sewing your back together.

 “Nah, I want Ice cream and grass stains.” You told him sleepily.

 He chewed his bottom lip anxiously as he tried to figure out if you were humouring him, or if he might actually stand a chance. He would have never have admitted any of this if he hadn’t accidentally blurted it out and needed to distract you from the pain.

 “So Doc, I’m I gonna live? My Sergeant says I gotta and I hate to disobey an order.” You asked.

 “You’re going to be just fine. Banner and Cho can fix this in no time, you’ll be up and about in a couple of days.” He promised.

 “Good, good. I’ve got a date this weekend.” You sighed.

 His heart panged painfully in his chest. You had a date… So you were only humouring him. You probably thought he was joking around, trying to keep you amused while he stitched you up.

 “Anyone I know?” He asked with a false cheeriness.

 “Yeah actually. Sam finally got it together and asked me out.” You told him.

 “Sam? Sam Wilson? Sam Wilson the Falcon?” He stuttered.

 “That’s the one, not sure if he has anymore nicknames though. I’ll let you know once I’ve seen him naked if there’s anymore we can add to the list.” You joked as he pulled the final stitch through your skin.  

 He felt physically ill at the idea of you and Sam, never mind you and Sam naked. Of course someone else would have asked you out though, you were beautiful and funny and brave. Even if he had moved faster, you would have probably turned him down, he wasn’t

 “You do know I’m joking right?” You interrupted his internal takedown of himself.

 “Oh. So it’s not Sam?” He said, almost relieved.

 But if it wasn’t Sam, it was still someone else.

 “Bucky…”

 “Yeah?” He said softly.

 “Ask me out you fucking idiot.” You commanded.

 “What?” He said, choking on his own saliva and scooting back from the desk so he could see your face.

 “I told you, I want ice cream and grass stains.” You said, smiling at him softly with so much fondness in your eyes it literally took his breath away.

 “Me, you want to go on a date with me?” He checked.

 “Unless you didn’t mean it? Oh god, you didn’t mean it. Ugh, I’m such an idiot.” You groaned, burying your face in your arms.

 “I meant it!” He exclaimed loudly.

 You peered up at him with a mischievous, cocky grin and he huffed out a laugh as he realized you’d played him.

 “Sweetheart, will you let this idiot take you out?” He asked, grinning.

 “Hmm, I’ll have to check my diary… make sure Sam’s not free this weekend.” You joked.

 “Doll…” He groaned.

 “You can take me out Barnes. I’ll wear something easy to take off.” You said.

 A/N - All is ok in my world again so I’m coming back to writing :) 

[rejectedbytheempty]

Solo Hunt

Title: Solo Hunt

Pairing: Platonic!Sam x Reader

Words: 1344

Summary: The reader, a 16 year old hunter, decides that she is old enough to go on solo hunts and asks Sam if she can. He says no and that she is not ready. The angry reader decides that she will show Sam that she is ready and decides to go out on her own for her first solo hunt.

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You stood beside the doorway of Sam's room wringing your hands nervously. 'Oh God what am I doing,' you thought. You moved your foot away from the door but before it touched the ground you swiveled it back, placing it firmly on the floor close to the door. 'You're doing this, you're already here,' you told yourself. 'But what if he says no?' 'So?'

The voices in your head battled and argued until you decided that you were going to do it. You steeled your nerves and marched through the door only to collide with someone.

"Sorry!" You said as you looked up at Sam who wore a face of bewilderment. "What were you doing in my doorway?" He asked. You fidgeted with your fingers,"I, uh, was...standing there because...I have to ask you a question" you said hesitantly "Yeah? Okay, what's the question?" You swallowed nervously and took a deep inhale. "IwaswonderingifIcouldgoonasolohunt" you blurted out. Sam chuckled and smiled while saying,"What?" You sighed and said it again, slower. "I was wondering if I could go on a solo hunt." "What?" "I was-," he cut you off by waving his hands and shaking his head.

"No, that time I understood you fine, I was just surprised by that question" he said. "I mean, I've been on a lot of hunts with you and Dean, so I have a lot of experience. And I'm 16 so I feel like I should have some independence." From the look on Sam's face you quickly added," Don't worry, I'll do all the research, and I'll be careful-" "No." You gave a nervous laugh,"What?" "You heard me, I said no. I can't believe you thought that you could go on a hunt, alone. You're not ready for a solo hunt, it's too dangerous and yes, 16 year olds should have some independence, but not for things like this" Sam said and he crossed his arms signifying that this conversation was over.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and you turned quickly on your heel before you walked to your room. You stepped inside and closed the door gently behind you, doing all of this with calm rage. Then you slammed back on the bed with an angry huff. "It's too dangerous" you mimicked, venom seeping into your voice. You sat up in the bed and sat down in front of the computer. "I'll show him ready" you said.

After scrolling through news websites you finally found what seemed to be a case. The title read,'Couple Found Dead In Their Home In Phillipsburg, Kansas.' You scrolled down eagerly and found evidence that this was a ghoul. You googled where Phillipsburg, Kansas was, it was only 45 minutes away. You smirked, this was your chance to prove to Sam that you were ready. You slipped the laptop into a duffel bag, along with everything else you needed for the hunt. There was just one more thing you needed.

You slowly opened your door and peered out into the empty hallway. Slinging your duffel bag over your shoulder you carefully put one foot on the wooden boards, hoping that they wouldn't creak. When you had all of your foot on the ground you reached out another one. You tested the floor again and it didn't creak. You reached behind you and quietly shut the door. You slowly began making your way towards the weapons room. You finally reached the doorway when you heard Sam walking down the hallway. You quickly leapt into the room, pressing your back against the wall. You held your breath as he stopped in front of the room.

Please keep walking, please keep walking, you silently pleaded. A wave of relief crashed over you when you heard his footsteps start again and slowly fade away. You let out a sigh and you realized that you had been clenching your fists the whole time as you felt your nails release from your palm. You didn't know how you would explain standing in the weapons room with a duffel bag. You grabbed a machete off the wall and shoved it in your bag before rushing to the garage.

You had successfully pulled a car out of the garage and were now racing down the highway towards Phillipsburg. When you arrived you decided that you wouldn't stay at a motel because none of them that you looked at looked at least halfway decent. You parked in a McDonald's after going through the drive thru. You grabbed your laptop out of your bag and sat in your car seat, researching and eating your burger. You pulled up a layout of the city and began searching for spots that a ghoul would have a nest. Apparently there were many attacks in around the same area.

You scanned the map, looking for any similarities to the spots of the killings. You sighed and crumpled up the yellow wrapper for your burger before the awful stench of sewers drifted in front of your nose. You coughed and plugged your nose before a revelation slammed you in the head. You looked up the maps of the sewers in the city, sure enough there were openings on the streets close to the houses. "Yes!" You said pumping your fist. You decided that you would sleep and go down in the sewers in the morning. You cranked back the seat and closed your eyes.

The sun slid under your eyelids and you slowly peeled them open. You stretched your body out of the sleeping position. It was stiff but would probably just be a small nuisance. You smacked your lips and your face wrinkled with disgust as you tasted old burger. "God, I really need to brush my teeth" you said. McDonald's is great because brushing your teeth in their bathroom because, while it may illicit some weird looks, it's really not the weirdest thing some people have seen there.

You arrived at the hotspot sewer and looked at your phone to see a lot of missed calls and texts from Sam and Dean. You sighed and shut off your phone before shoving it in your duffel bag. You brought out your machete and your flashlight and you took off the cover of the sewer. You recoiled at the smell but reluctantly climbed down the rungs into the dingy, damp, darkness.

You turned on your flashlight and aimed it around the walls of the sewer. You heard noise coming from a corner and you whipped your flashlight toward it to see a couple of rats scurry away. You shuddered and decided that forwards was the best way to go.

You knew you said that you could handle a solo hunt before, but now that you were there you were having second thoughts. You were shaking and you jumped at every noise. You gripped your machete tighter and swallowed nervously. You've done this a million times before, you can do it, you said to yourself. Then out of the corner of your eye you saw something move. You quickly turned your flashlight towards it and your light caught the foot of a ghoul. "Shit!" You cried and you ran after it, flashlight bouncing over the walls.

You caught glimpses of the ghoul with your badly aimed flashlight and knew that you still had it in your sights. You heard it's rapid footsteps stop as you both came to a narrow dead end. It was trapped. You could see it's wild eyes scan for a way to escape as you trained your light on it. You began to advance, raising your machete in striking position. You were only a few feet away from it when split it's lips in what your recognized as a grin.

"What're you smiling about?" You asked. "Turn around" it said in a menacing voice. Terror seized me as I slowly swiveled to come face to face with another ghoul. "Shit" I said and before I could react it smacked me in the head and everything went black.

A/n: I hope that you liked it and that it didn't suck too much, I might post another part if it gets good feedback

[writersblock2point0]

Supernatural Imagine: Hey Angel - Castiel x Reader(Named Female)

Summary: Reader was saved by an angel as a child, and later, she speaks to an angel, her angel. 

As a small child, before everything changed, I was saved by an angel. I know it. No one’s believed me, but I know. I know that it was an angel, because the men with black eyes who’d taken control over my father’s body and killing my whole family before coming after me was easily defeated by the angel. I was hidden in the small little space under our cabin. The trap door was thrown open and above me was my father, covered in blood with a wide smile and black eyes. Before I knew it, a bright white light was all around him and he was screaming. It vanished and I remember a man stepping into my view. I had never seen him before, but his eyes were bright and shining, like blue stars and I could see black wings folded behind his back.

“Come here, little one.” His voice was deep and soft, and I could hear the small echo of another voice below it. Like playing two recordings of the same thing but different people at the same time, only one was louder than the other.

He reached out, and picked me up. His body was warm, like the heating blanket my mom had. I can still remember how he held me close and how his wings expanded before we were suddenly at a very familiar house. He set me down, and I held his hand.

“Go on, he will take care of you. I promise.” The angel, with black wings and shining star eyes, placed a small kiss to my forehead and was gone.

All I really remember after that is screaming for Uncle Bobby and telling him everything.

Now, as a young woman, barely out of high school at twenty years old, I remember that night every time I fall asleep. The image of the man was fuzzy, but I remember his eyes and wings. Uncle Bobby didn’t really believe me when I said angel, he was still skeptical. He raised me, being the only living family I had, and I can remember him telling me to keep what happened between us. He told me that many people didn’t know about the real supernatural, and that some people wouldn’t be too nice about it. So I kept it secret and I only shared my stories and questions with my pastor. I wasn’t raised catholic, but after the accident, I wanted to know more. More about the angel that saved me.

I pray to him, and hope he hears how thankful I am. I tell him about my day, and talk to him a lot. I don’t know his name, but I feel that to speak to him, that is not important. My thoughts are directed to him, so I suppose he will hear. I write it all down in my journal, using the letter A, as a fill in for his name. I hide them all in a box in a floorboard under my desk.

I also keep small personal items in there. I’ve got a few pictures of family members, the first knife Dean gave to me for my sixteenth birthday, a small locket Bobby gave me with a picture of my parents and one of my sister, a charm for luck that Sam gave me for my birthday as well. I also have my many journals in there. The box was wood and I made it myself, it took me many years and help from Bobby, but I even placed some small design on it. A single wing. It was fitting.

I bring this up now, because I had a dream about him last night. The angel. It was a dream, perhaps maybe not. It was dark in my room and I had the radio on. I had been lying in bed, in the dark, trying to sleep. I had not been sleeping well since Dean’s death. He’s only been gone for four months, and Uncle Bobby and I have not heard from Sam in a long time. I text him often, and receive few replies. However, I know he sees them. The moon gave little light from my window, and I left it cracked open, giving my room a cool temperature. My radio was at a low volume, and had been playing on a random station. It gave a soft white noise, before the room got quiet. I hadn’t noticed, not until a voice said my name.

“Elyse.” It was almost as if I had heard it in my head. But I knew that voice, I knew it. I sat up, eyes wide as I looked around my room. “Elyse.” My attention was to the radio then, as the knob turned on its own, bringing the volume up. My first thought was a ghost, as they are drawn to electronic items, but the voice. It was him. I threw the covers off of me, running to the radio and picking it up.

“Hello?!”

It ringed again before his voice broke through. “It has been too long, Elyse.” I felt a smile pull my lips, and I set the radio down on my desk, sitting in my chair.

“Wh-what-How is this possible? Why are you inside my radio?” I ask quickly, not sure why my words were so jumbled. I have so many questions, and I often ask them in my journal, but with that I receive no answer to them. My mind is running miles a minute, and I cannot seem to sit still. My legs are bouncing and I cannot settle my breathing. He’s here. He is speaking to me.

“I am here to tell you, that we will meet soon.” My eyes widened. He continued before I could ask when, “I have saved him. Your family is very important to us, Elyse.”

“To us? You mean heaven?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Is this why you saved me-when I was little?” I ask, unable to resist asking. I’ve always wanted to know why he saved me, all those years ago. Uncle Bobby told me that many people were unfortunate to not be saved, but that hunters were trying their best to do so.

“You are important to me, Elyse. It is my duty to protect you, and I have done so since the night your parents conceived you.” His voice was kind but I could hear a sternness to it. As if he was stating something obvious and yet, I didn’t ever realize.

“Can...can I ask your name?”

“My name is Castiel.” The reply makes me smile, and I cannot help but quickly write it down. I’ve always used cursive, but I write it in many different ways.

“Thank you, Castiel,” I test his name, it feels right. “I never thanked you.”

“You have thanked me everyday, Elyse.”

I cannot help but blush, “You-you could hear me when I spoke to you?”

“Whenever you thought of me, I was able to hear.” I didn’t know whether I was able to be happy or embarrassed, with thoughts of my ten year old immaturity, and then now. I’ve grown and my interests have changed, and I’m sure he was plagued with many unimportant ramblings of myself to him. About everything. “Sleep, Elyse. Tomorrow is a new day.”

“Goodnight, Castiel.”

“Dream peacefully Elyse.” Was his response before I crawled into bed with a smile.

I awoke this morning, and ran downstairs. I was calling to Uncle Bobby, wanting to tell him of what had happened last night when I stopped. What if Uncle Bobby did not believe me? What if he told me that it was dangerous? I knew Castiel could be dangerous, because he defeated a demon easily. He’s a warrior of God, no matter what people say about angels being soft beings and protective of earth. When I got into the living room, I stopped. There, Dean stood with my Uncle Bobby.

I froze in the doorway, and when they noticed me they both smiled.

“It’s him, El, I already did all the precautions.” I ran to Dean, jumping into his arms and instantly taken into a large bear hug. Setting me back down, I looked him over.

“You! Y-How?” I was lost for words, and looked to Uncle Bobby, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Uncle Bobby’s voice was harsh, offending from my accusation.

“Did Sam?” I ask, turning to Dean.

“I don’t know.” Dean shook his head, glancing at us. “We need to find him.”

I nod, “He’s not talking to us. I call and text him often, but I don’t get replies.”

Dean grumbles, and I feel the urge to speak up about Castiel but I feel I should keep it to myself. Castiel has been a small secret of mine. Uncle Bobby didn’t know I had been talking to him, or writing to him, and I was unsure of how he would take last nights dream-or maybe conversation. I think it may have been a dream, perhaps not. I don’t know.

“El!” I blink, looking up and replying with a small ‘huh?’

“You okay? You spaced out.” Uncle Bobby furrows his brow and I nod.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well we found Sam, so c’mon.” I nod, going upstairs to get dressed and grabbing an overnight bag. I wore a pair of tight jeans with a black shirt and one of Dean’s old blue flannels. It was big on me, but fit and I didn’t have to pay for it. I wore my lighter brown boots, and thicker grey socks that kept my feet warm. I didn’t wear make-up, it was a great hassle and I found my skin stayed less irritated when I left my face natural. My hair was cut to my shoulders, and a dull brown with a little wave.

I had pictures of my mother, who is Uncle Bobby’s younger sister by a couple years. She and I look very similar, the only difference is that I have my father’s hair color and eye color. My facial features are striking in similarity with my mother. I have memories of my family, before the attack. I can remember them in important moments, but also things that are so insignificant.

For instance, I remember picking out a small pink elephant in the hospital for my new baby sister when I was only four. I remember a few Christmases, up until I was eight and Uncle Bobby took me in. I remember school, and getting into trouble for small things like not wanting to participate with the others. I was a very lone wolf type of child. I liked my own things and I didn’t want others to touch or play with them or me. I’m still like that. I hate when others touch my things, especially when they snoop.

I’ve caught Dean snooping once, inside my journal that I had been writing in before falling asleep. Even in my sleep, I could feel it. I snapped awake so quick he almost had a heart attack. I was eleven, and I yelled at him to get out and don’t come back into my room ever. I think I scared him so bad he actually listened for a good month.

‘Ugh, Castiel, I hope you never have to eat McDonald’s...frappe’s are good though’ I rattle off in my head, so use to talking to him. I smile to myself, watching trees pass from the window in Bobby’s truck. ‘Hm, I like knowing your name. It feels a little less awkward talking to a no-name angel. I feel better knowing your name. I know it wasn’t my fault, not really even yours, but I always felt I was insulting you when I didn’t know it.’

“El!” I jumped, turning to look at Bobby who was frowning at me.

“Huh? What? What is it?” I sit up, looking around for danger. I was always in my head at the wrong moments.

“I was tellin’ ya that we’re almost there.”

“Oh,” I relax as he turns left. I glance at Dean, seeing he was in deep thought as well. “Okay, sweet.”

I continue to think about Castiel, and our conversation last night. ‘I have saved him’. That sentence, was one of the first things he’s ever said to me.

I look at Dean, seeing a strained look upon his face. Saved him. Saved...My eyes widened and I choked on my frappe, coughing roughly as I tried to even my breathing.

Dean turns, placing a hand to my shoulder.

“Hey! You okay?”

I nod, taking deep breaths pass my burning throat. Oh my god, I think I have chunks of chocolate chips in my lungs.

“Jesus, slow down there would ya?” Uncle Bobby comments and I blink away the tears in my eyes.

“I’m fine, good.” I pat Dean’s hand. He releases me and I sit back. I sag in my seat, my energy suddenly drained from almost dying from my frappe chocolate chip chunks-and the fact that CASTIEL, an angel, brought back Dean.

“H-hey,” My voice rasped, and I cleared it. “Dean.”

“Yeah?”

I leaned up, propping myself in between the two front seats and smiling. “So...we don’t know who or what brought you back?”

“Nope, it’s probably Sam. He made a deal, he had to of.”

I nod along thoughtfully, “Why, do you have an idea of what did it?”

“Yeah-but it probably sounds stupid.”

“Nah, c’mon, let’s hear it.”

I glance at Dean and Bobby before looking out the window. ‘Should I Castiel? Do you want them to know? Are they not supposed to know yet?’ I didn’t want to upset Castiel if it was supposed to remain a secret. What if I say something and then it wasn’t supposed to be shared just then? Should Castiel just do it himself? What if I just mention it and don’t say Castiel? I’ve already said that I have ideas…

“Um..well what has more power than a room full of demons?” I ask after a moment of silence, my voice weak as I try bring the conversation to a close.

They both remain quiet until Dean looks at Bobby. “Uh…”

“Think Dean.” I roll my eyes, playing the part of ‘it’s so obvious’. In truth, I probably wouldn’t have guest Angels or God, if Castiel had not told me. “Who created them?”

“God?”

“Hm, and he’s a big...deal...upstairs, and down here, and probably there.” I ramble, playing with my hands as I try to avoid the topic of Castiel. “You know, the big capital G. G-man..”

“Okay, one, don’t hurt yourself.” I blush as Dean smirks, “Second, are you saying God wanted me out?”

“Y-yeah?”

“So you think God and Angels are real?”

“Of course.” I shoot back, confidently stating my belief. I knew it was real. They were real. Castiel was real. “I was saved-”

Dean finishes my sentence, “by an angel when you were seven, yadda yadda yadda.” He waves is hand and I bite my lip from yelling at him about Castiel. I didn’t feel it was my place to tell about him. Plus, he’s always been my secret. “I don’t think so. Maybe some big demon?”

I sigh, “Dean, if you believe in one, you got to believe in the other. You know, yin and yang? Two sides of the same coin?”

Dean rolls his eyes, I can tell from the little shake of his head he’s doing.

I roll my eyes at his I-don’t-need-to-believe-everything-you-say attitude. Dean hadn’t changed, and I loved him, I did. I sit back in my seat, smiling as I remembered I use to picture him, the angel, Castiel, flying beside my window to keep me safe. I wondered if guardian angels actually did do that.