#sam x rose x reader

[kayhi808]

First Crush - 6

After the park, all Abby could talk about was her day with Bucky. Even when her eyes were closed, she kept chatting away, past her bedtime. Part of you found it adorable & the other part had you worried. Abby is way to attached for your liking.

Jason was an absent father, but that still doesn't mean Abby didn't miss him or wasn't affected by his death. He died in a plane crash. His daredevil ways that first attracted you to him was the same reason you were alone now. He wasn't brave & heroic, dying for his country or on a mission. He was foolish and selfish, hot-dogging it when he lost control of his aircraft. Most people dropped the subject after you say he died in a plane crash, assuming it was work related. He was stupid. Always chasing the next high. The next rush. He had a wife and baby at home. He should have been thinking of you and Abby.

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt to Bucky, but look at his job. He was an Avenger for God's sake! The bad guys he chases were much worse than your common criminals. The risks were much higher. You were second-guessing you decision in exposing Abby to Bucky. Not that you could truly stop it. Abby was drawn to him at first sight.

*****

"There you are." Bucky enters your office & sits in the chair opposite your desk.

Pushing your lunch to the side, "Hey Buck, did you need something?"

"For the past couple days I thought I'd see you in the cafeteria."

"Sounds like high school," laughing, "I was studying in the library." Bucky frowns at you, "I usually bring home lunch so i eat in my office. It's easier."

Leaning forward, "Well, tomorrow, would you have lunch with me? We don't have to stay here. We can go to this diner around the corner. Their burgers are pretty great." He picks up that you're unsure. "C'mon, doll. I know you want to."

You laugh at his ego. I mean, he wasn't wrong. "Ok."

"I'll swing by around 1p. Is that too late?"

"No, that's fine."

"Then its a date."

"It's not a date. It's lunch." He doesn't say anything, just gives you a look. Its a date.

******

That night at the gym with Sam, Sam broaches a subject that the others were shying away from. "I saw you leaving with Y/N earlier."

"We went to the diner for lunch."

"So, what's going on with you two?"

Bucky shrugs, "Just 2 friends having lunch."

"MmmHmmm. Do you know what you're doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N's a special breed. She's a single mother. She don't need you wasting her time. You take on extra responsibilities if you start dating her."

"Relax."

"I'm just saying, you can easily find someone else to kill time with. You string her along, she's not the only one you'll be hurting. From what i hear, her daughter is obsessed with you."

"We went on a picnic & lunch. We're still figuring out what this is."

"And that's fine. Just keep in mind she brings more to the table than just herself."

"Ok, got it. Lecture over?"

Sam shrugs and leaves the gym.

*****

"Mama?"

"Yes."

"When am I seeing Bucky again?"

"I don't know, baby. He's very busy with work." You feel a little guilty at how badly Abby wants to see Bucky & you've been having lunch with him everyday for the past couple weeks. He's been dropping by your office with his own lunch to spend time with you.

"Can I asks him? I can draws him a letter." You laugh but stop when you see the earnest little look on her face.

"You know what? That sounds like a very good idea. Maybe you can invite him over to watch a movie & then dinner?"

Abby screams, climbing on the couch to give you a wet kiss on your cheek. "Bucky comes to my house??"

You release a deep breath, "Yes, you can invite him here." She runs off to her room to draw his letter. You lean your head back on the couch hoping you made the right choice.

*****

LIke clockwork, Bucky shows up at 1pm for lunch with you. You slide Abby's drawing across the desk to him. He has a smile on his face even before he opens it. When he opens it, his smile freezes and he looks between you and Abby's drawing. You cover your lips with your fingertips while you watch him, trying to suppress a smile.

"Doll, you're going to have to help me out here. Wh...what am I looking at?"

"What? You can't figure it out?" Bucky is put on the spot. "You're lucky Abby isn't here." You tap the left side of the picture. "What's this?"

"It looks like guts and eyeballs."

"Bucky!!"

"I don't know."

"It's spaghetti and meatballs."

"Oh! Ok. So this is us," indicating 3 stick figures in the middle. "And...I need help again. "This isn't brains."

"Jesus! You're terrible at this. It's a bowl of popcorn. Abby is trying to invite you over for a movie and dinner at our place."

Bucky laughs so hard, he has to rest his head on your desk. "So, I'm not invited over to commit a murder, because I don't do that anymore."

"My baby does NOT murder people! I'm not sure I want you over anymore."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry." He grabs your hand from across the desk & kisses your knuckles. "Please don't take away the invite. I want to come over."

"Will you be free this Saturday?"

"Yes, I leave next week for a mission, but I'll be here on Saturday."

"Ok," you text him your address. "Maybe 3p? It'll be after her nap & we can watch a movie before dinner."

"Thank you, I'll be there." He give you his charming smile & you have to look away. You hope this isn't a mistake.

Next Chapter

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[asacredthebread]

Sounds Of Serenity •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Sam Kiszka x Reader "𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎." Warnings/Themes: Piano Sam, Sweet Dog Dad Sam WC; 1185

You woke suddenly, the darkness surrounding you thick and heavy. The room was shrouded in a blanket of stillness, and as you blinked against the shadows, disorientation settled in. You turned over in bed, expecting to find Sam beside you. The absence of his warmth startled you; the sheets were cool where he should have been.

For a moment, you lay there, silence deepening your confusion. You could feel the subtle weight of your heart quickening as you scanned the room, looking for any sign of him. The familiar sounds of the night—the soft rustling of Rose moving in her sleep and the distant hum of the city outside—seemed muted, almost as if the world had paused.

Then, you heard it. A melody floated through the thick air, soft yet insistent, a tune you recognized immediately as something Sam would play. It wrapped around you, tugging at the edges of your consciousness, beckoning you to uncover its source.

Pushing the covers aside, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath your feet. You didn’t want to disturb the tranquil rhythm of the night, but the music stirred something in you, a mixture of concern and curiosity. Why was he up playing the piano in the middle of the night?

With deliberate steps, you ventured down the shadowy hallway, each footfall a soft whisper against the floorboards. The melody grew stronger with every step, cascading through the air like a gentle wave. It was both comforting and haunting, a sound that filled the home you shared with him.

As you approached the living room, you caught sight of Rose curled up near the piano. Her ears perked up at the sound, her body as still as a statue as she watched Sam with adoring eyes. He sat at the instrument, his long brown hair cascading forward, obscuring part of his face as he lost himself to the music.

You paused at the doorway, captivated by the sight of him—his brow furrowed in concentration, fingers dancing gracefully across the keys. The way he moved was mesmerizing, each note spilling forth as he conjured emotions from the depths of his soul. There was something magical about watching him lose himself in that moment, as if he were casting spells with the notes he played.

A warmth spread in your chest, a mixture of love and longing, as you realized how much you adored this side of him, his vulnerability laid bare through his music. It felt both intimate and profound, as if you were witnessing a part of him that very few had the chance to see.

“Sammy?” you called softly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

He turned his head, the movement causing a tendril of hair to fall away from his face, revealing those deep brown eyes that always seemed to pierce into the depths of your being. A gentle smile broke across his lips, transforming his expression, as he interrupted the sonorous flow of music.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he replied, his voice low and melodic, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

Feeling a mix of relief and curiosity, you stepped closer to him, drawn to the sound and the man behind it. “I didn’t find you in bed... I thought—”

He chuckled softly, casting a glance back at the piano before meeting your gaze once more. “I couldn’t sleep. I needed to play.”

Nodding, you settled onto the couch, resting your elbows on your knees as you watched him intently. The atmosphere in the room shifted, filled with a blend of anticipation and serenity. Sam returned to the piano, his fingers gliding over the keys once more as he resumed the gentle melody. It enveloped you, wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace.

As he played, you took in the scene around you—the way the dim light illuminated the contours of his face, the soft rise and fall of his shoulders as he leaned into the music. Each note resonated deep within you, awakening emotions you didn’t know were lying dormant. The music felt like a conversation, a bridge connecting your hearts in the stillness of the night.

Rose shifted, her head rising as she let out a soft sigh, moving closer to Sam. The dog’s affection was palpable, a reflection of the bond that tied you all together. Sam reached down to scratch behind her ears, and that simple gesture seemed to deepen the warmth in the room. You smiled at the sight—this was the essence of your little family, a trio woven together by love.

“What are you playing?” you inquired, genuinely curious.

He paused, looking up at you with that same soft smile. “Something new. Just feeling it out.”

Your heart swelled. Sam had a gift for transforming the feelings hidden deep within into beautiful, moving melodies. It was one of the things you admired most about him, that his music somehow captured the experiences and emotions of both of you, threading them together in an intimate tapestry.

“Can you play something for me?” you asked, a playful lilt in your voice. “Maybe something we can dance to?”

His smile widened, and you watched as a twinkle sparked in his eyes. “How about this?” He began playing again, this time shifting into a more upbeat tune, fingers flying across the keys with a flourish. Laughter bubbled up inside you, filling the room with a new energy, as you couldn’t help but sway, letting the music carry you.

You got up from the couch and moved closer, your body instinctively responding to the rhythm he created. Sam grinned, the spark in his eyes igniting as he watched you dance. It was a simple moment—two people caught up in the music, a dog watching with sleepy affection—but it felt monumental in its beauty.

Time seemed to stretch, the outside world fading away as you and Sam lost yourselves in the moment. His laughter mingled with the piano’s lively notes, filling the space around you with joy. You could feel the connection between you strengthen, each note binding your souls closer together.

Eventually, the music tapered off, leaving behind a gentle hum in the air. Sam looked at you, breathless and gleaming with joy. “You were amazing,” he said, his voice deep and sincere.

You beamed back at him. “You were the one playing,” you replied playfully, before your heart shifted once again into something softer, more intimate. “I wasn’t sure why you left the bed... but I’m glad I followed you.”

He reached out, taking your hand into his, fingers interlacing effortlessly. “Sometimes, I just need to escape into the music for a bit. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

In that moment, everything fell perfectly into place. Wrapped up in the glow of the piano’s soft light and the lingering notes of your shared laughter, you were reminded of the deep love anchoring you to each other, echoed in the rhythm of the night. The world outside could wait for dawn; for now, it was just you, Sam, and the music.

[fandomnerd9602]

Can I get another Son of Dean x Hope Mikaelson but they meet each others families

Hope and her family meets Y/N's family...

Dean: I can't believe my own son is dating a vampire

Sam's ghost walks by and nods...

Sam: atta boy

Dean: don't encourage him, Sam!

Y/N: thanks Uncle Sam!

Hope hugs Y/N tight...

Sam: you're cute together just no sucking under this roof (laughs)

Dean: if you weren't dead, I'd kill you

[lanitalay]

Supernatural

Azriel Supernatural AU x reader

Summary: In which you encounter a couple of hunters during a case. 

A/N: I've been rewatching supernatural and i just love it. This is based on the early seasons. Hopefully the ACOTAR and Supernatural fandoms overlap.

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, nothing descriptive.

wordcount: 1.7k

Masterlist

“It’s totally vampires, Az. Remember that nest we took out in Idaho? They did the same thing with their victims.” Azriel bites his lip recalling that hunt, it was in the top ten worst moments of his life. “I know you’re right but those things give me the creeps. The way their fangs just-” he gags thinking about the extra set of teeth. 

“You big baby, it's just teeth. What gets me is the decapitation. Ghosts are easy. Salt. Fire. But these suckers are a nasty job.” You look over your notes before asking “do you think Cass and Rhys could give us a hand? I think we’ll be outnumbered.” 

He shakes his head “we could call but last time we talked they were up to their necks on a vengeful spirit case. Get this, the bones are scattered in different places because the deceased couldn’t decide where to be buried.” You chuckle. “Those two always get caught up in something like that. What about Mor? Or Amren? I’ll call them just in case.” 

Two phone calls later and no back up to show for it. “That was a bust.” Azriel nudges your arm. “Hey, we can do this. We can figure out a way to take them out one at a time.” You sigh and lean your head against the window. Watching as endless fields blur into one another. “You’re right, wake me up when we get there will you?” Before he can say yes you’ve dozed off. 

The road to Texas was long and lonely for Azriel. You slept the whole way and he was forced to keep himself company with mindless humming and singing lyrics from songs he probably misremembers. You’re usually the dj, but he knows if he messes with your tapes he’s in deep shit. You arrive at the usual dingy motel at around midnight. 

“Hey, sleepy head, we’re here.” Az is careful not to startle you, slightly shaking your arm with a scarred hand to rouse you from sleep without setting off your hunter instincts. “I’m awake.” You mumble but don’t move to get out of the truck. “I’ll go get us a room, while you wake up.” A hum is the only response he gets. 

When he returns he sees you unloading the truck with a pep in your step. “We’re in 9.” Once you’ve settled in, it dawns on you that you took a six hour nap on the ride here. There’s no way you’ll be able to fall asleep now. “Az, you want something to eat?” He yawns “no thanks, I’m going to turn in for the night.” 

“Well I’m not tired. I’ll grab a bite at that bar across the street and come back.” You put on your jacket and make the short walk to the hole in the wall establishment that always seems to accompany the motels you frequent. “One beer and a burger, please.” It 's quiet. You assume that it’s because it’s Tuesday. Until you overhear the conversation from two guys at the bar. “Six people went missing and all of them were last seen here, Sammy, something’s up.” 

“I know, Dean, but we’ve been here a week and no one can point us in the right direction. Maybe they left.” Hunters, and by the sounds of it, they are on the same case.  The bartender sets a pint in front of you, when it’s in your hand you walk over. “Are you two looking for a vampire nest?” They seem to have a language of their own, exchanging a few glances before the one with blondish hair says “depends, who’s asking?”

“Y/n, my partner and I just got into town after hearing about six disappearances. Looks like you two got a head start.” You sit with them in a shadowy corner of the bar as they tell you about the roadblocks they’ve encountered. “Most of them came here without telling anybody they knew, they weren’t regulars.” The taller one with brown hair finishes. 

“So they were lured.” They nod. “It’s been quiet since we got here.” You finish the burger and wipe your fingers with the thinnest napkin you’ve ever seen. “They got six people in two weeks, that’s enough blood to keep a nest alive for a month.” But something’s off and you can tell they feel it too. “What were your names again?” 

“I’m Sam.” “I’m Dean.” No way.

 “Winchester?” They nod. 

“That’s crazy! I knew your father! It’s sort of how I got started in all of this actually-” you stop yourself, John is dead now and these were his sons “I’m sorry for your loss, he helped a lot of people.” Az is going to freak when you tell him. Dean swigs his beer and says “yeah well, that’s what happens when you make deals with devils.” 

It’s tense for a bit while you finish your beer “well, if you don’t mind it, my partner and I could help on the case. Four machetes are better than two. We’re staying right across the street. Room 9. See ya, boys.” 

The next morning you tell Azriel about your encounter. “I’m telling you Az, they seem nice enough. If we team up it will be safer.” He’s unsure, always wary of strangers. “I don’t know, y/n-” just then, a knock at the door. You check the peephole before opening it. “Hi guys, this is my partner Azriel. Az, this is Sam and that's Dean.” The brothers brought coffee, by the looks of it it’s from the prehistoric machine in the lobby. “We talked about it and we agreed, working together will speed things along.” 

“Az?” He sighs. “Fine.” 

“He’s chipper,” Dean quips. “He’s not a morning person,” you quickly defend. You were the only one allowed to comment on his crankiness. 

After a day of following dead ends, you sit with Dean at the same bar. Sam and Az are still trying to find something in the archives. “So what’s the deal with you and your partner?” 

“Why? Are you interested?” He chuckles. “Just curious, your room had two beds. Are you two not involved?” Maybe it was the whisky, but you said “not romantically.” 

“So he won’t be upset if I buy you another drink with the intention of getting in your pants?” You roll your eyes. “Your reputation precedes you, Winchester.” 

“My reputation as a hunter or a ladies’ man?”

“Your reputation as a shameless flirt.” He leans closer to you “is it working?” You laugh and push him off. “No.” 

“So there is something between you and Azriel. I bet he’s clueless. I’ve seen it time and again.” You keep nursing your glass. “I wouldn’t say he’s clueless. But you know how this job is. One second you’re here and the next… I think we both agree that it’s better if we don’t cross that line with each other.” 

“But you could cross that line with me.” He winks. “No, Dean. I don’t think I could.”

 He straightens away from you and sips his beer. “You said you met my dad?” 

“Oh, yes. It was years ago, I was a freshman in college and a vengeful spirit was wreaking havoc on the campus. John showed up right before the son of a bitch gutted me. After that it was hard to go back to classes, you know?” 

“And how did you meet Azriel?” 

“Az and I met in a bar like this one, he had been hunting with his friends for a while and I hustled them for gas money.” 

“You play pool?” You shake your head and try to keep a straight face as you say “I play fools, Dean.” 

When Azriel and Sam returned, he did not like what he saw. In truth, he was glad to see you were having fun but he hated seeing you having fun with someone else. It's not like he could complain. You both refused to cross that line. Sleeping next to each other every night, on different beds was not the whirlwind romance he wanted to give you. It wasn’t the life you deserved. But he stuck by your side because everytime he wanted to slow down, to stop, maybe go back to school, you refused. “There are monsters, Az and we save people. I can’t go back to sitting in a classroom only to end up working in an office.” He wanted domesticity. He wanted a routine. He wanted a lawn to mow and to barbecue on weekends. But more than that he wanted you. 

“She’s a keeper, Az.” Dean joked as you sunk the last ball in the socket. Azriel clenched his jaw, not liking the familiarity with which Dean nudged your shoulder. It had only been a day since you met and you were acting like you’d known each other for years. 

“You don’t have to sleep here if you don’t want to.” Your face scrunches in confusion at his tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I’m sure you'd rather be with Dean right now.” 

“Azriel, don't be like that.” He shrugs “just saying, you two were making eyes at each other all day.” 

“We were not.” He doesn’t say anything else but there’s a tension that lingers. “I hate when you do this.” 

“I’m not doing anything.” 

“You’re picking a fight. You know I would never be with anyone else.” 

“You could.” 

“I don’t want to.” 

“Y/n-”

“I know Az, “the life’s too dangerous,” “we’d be more vulnerable,” “it just gives the bad guys ammunition.” I know the whole song and dance of why we can’t… I get it. But it makes me feel stupid when I could be out with someone who actually shows interest in me but I stay with you.” 

“I’m not holding you hostage, you can go if you want.” 

“You’re an idiot.” With a huff you storm out of the room. Not entirely sure where you’re going, you wander around the motel grounds for a while. Knocking on Dean’s door was an option, but you wanted to be alone. He was infuriating. Azriel knows which buttons to push and when. He does this every so often, picks a fight to create iciness between you. It makes temptation easier if you’re too mad at each other to give in, you suppose. 

It's past midnight, and the lights in room 9 are off. In your haste you forgot a key. You go to the lobby and are surprised to see an attendant. “Hi, I locked myself out of my room and my partner is asleep. Do you have a spare key by any chance?” 

“Of course, name and room number?” 

A click sounds from behind and you turn to see a man, turning the Open sign to Closed.  His neck is covered in scruff and bite marks. You look back at the attendant. The ledger, that weighs at least ten pounds, slams across your face. 

You wake up tied up and breathless in a windowless room. Six bloodied bodies surrounding you.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part Twelve (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Trauma and betrayal O.O

Part eleven Part thirteen

Tag list: Open

Y/N and Eris are struggling to go back to normal, and Eris and Sam still don't like each other.

Sorry I'm not keeping up with posting! I've been having trouble sitting down and writing, and my motivation is waning 😭

Maybe it was petty, but I didn’t care.  I was quiet, a smile on my face that I didn’t feel the whole time we got ready, and still once we made it into the nearby forest.

“And you’re absolutely fine?”  Eris questioned again as he followed me through the forest.

Sam had taught me long ago how to find the almost invisible traces he left if I ever needed to find him.  And sure enough, I found them here.

“Again, why wouldn’t I be?  Nothing bad happened.”  I say, and I feel a twinge of guilt for not being honest with him.

But I need his help, and I do not need him storming off in a huff and leaving me alone to figure this out.

So I continued to lie.

I don’t know what would happen if he actually figured out what was wrong before I told him, but I didn’t really want to know.

All my years in the afterlife, I never found anyone I cared for as much as I had Eris.  It wasn’t like I was waiting for him, but I had never found someone I could truly be myself with besides him.

It hurt too much to remember that he’s not interested, that we were just friends.

But it is enough for me.

If I can keep my damn emotions in check that is.

Eventually I found the old withered cabin Sam must be staying in.  Eris made to just stride in the front door, but I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.  “Are you trying to die?”  I ask him sharply.

He gives me a baffled look, and I roll my eyes, using my magic to open the door from a distance.

A flurry of arrows rained down in the doorway, and Eris paled.

“You seriously weren't expecting him to have defenses up?”  I ask, a brow raising in question.

Eris grimaced, “Do you?”

I nod.  “Not so violent or obvious, but you work with what you have.”

“Wow.  Rude.”  Sam said from one of the trees above us, and I snorted as Eris’s head swiveled back and around, trying to find him in the trees.

Sam gracefully landed on the ground, and I could tell Eris was highly unnerved.

I on the other hand chuckled, moving to give my friend a hug.  “I’m guessing you haven’t figured out how to use that thing we stole yet, have you?”  I tease a bit, pulling away after a moment.

I could feel Eris willing me to look at him like a physical string, but I ignored it.

He sighed, obviously already tired of me.  “No, I haven’t.  Though, from the research I’ve done, I found it’s called an Astral, and is somehow linked to the Astrei.”  He said, a slight edge to his tone.

I stiffened.  In my small group of trusted friends in afterlife, Sam and Asterin were the only two who hadn’t had direct contact with the Asteri in some way, so they still only had a faint clue as to what they could do.

“We’ll have to be careful then.”  I murmur, more to myself than to him.

What we’ve been working at for years was to put a stop to the Asteri.  The last thing we needed was them showing up here where no one was ready for a battle.

It wouldn’t be a battle, it would be a massacre. The thought hit me like an arrow, making me wince.

“Let’s see it then.”  Eris said, a bit impatiently.

Sam glared at him.  “You’re not in charge here.”  Sam gritted out, and I rolled my eyes.

“Both of you cut it the fuck out.”  I snapped, and Eris seemed taken aback.  Sam was used to this me though, and shrugged.

Letting Sam lead us through the remaining traps, we all took a seat at the kitchen table, if you could call the rotting piece of wood even that.

The Astral was now sitting in the middle of the table, and I examined it, prodding it with my magic.

I could scent both of my friends' agitation and finally growled, “If you two are going to be pissy and beat your chests, can you do it where it’s not breaking my concentration?”

Sam must have shot Eris a look as he rises, because Eris growls as he watches Sam leave.

“That included you.”  I say, not taking my eyes off of the Astral.

Eris shifted uncomfortably.  “You’re upset with me.”  He says plainly, and I stiffen.

“Yes.”  I say, sighing as I temporarily give up on studying the Astral.  I tilt my head as I look at him, letting him see my displeasure.

“What-”

A crash makes me shoot to my feet.  Eris and I give each other only one look before we’re both sprinting out the front door to find Sam holding a dagger against someone's neck.

Azriel’s neck.

Our eyes meet and I watch his face flicker to surprise and then hurt as he sees who I’m with.

“Sam, let him go.”  I hiss, storming over and leaving Eris behind me.

Sam raised an eyebrow, quickly taking the knife away and stepping back, but still eyeing him cautiously.  “Another friend of yours?”  He asked, and Azriel eyed him also, sizing up this human who had gotten the drop on him.

My lip twitched up in a smirk as I thought about how everyone would tease Az for letting a human sneak up on him.

Sam wasn’t just any human though.

Any semblance of a smile fled from my face as Azriel turned his gaze onto me.  “Y/N, what’s going on here?”

He was still used to me being sweet and pliant.  So he wasn’t expecting me to roll my eyes, sticking my hands in my pockets and say, “I don’t know Azriel, maybe you should keep a closer eye on family members.”

His eyes widened, nostrils flaring slightly as he realized who exactly Erica was.

The cool mask he usually wore was cracked, and I took that moment of him being unsure to say, “I’m trying to fix things, and the last thing I need is you and my brother interfering right now.”

His face snapped into it’s cool unbothered state.  “But you need him?”  Azriel half growled, his eyes burrowing into me.

My shoulders straightened.  I was not letting fucking Azriel make me back down.  I had faced the Asteri and won, my brother’s friend was like a goddamned angry puppy in comparison.

“Well, maybe it’s-”  Eris started, but shut up when I shot him a glare.

“Contrary to popular opinion-”  I say, turning my head back to Azriel who only had a glimmer of shock in his hazel eyes.  “Eris can be helpful, nice even.”

Azriel studied me carefully.  “What happened to you?”

I sigh. I relax slightly as I run my hand through my hair.  “I was always like this Az.  I’m sure you remember dear old dad?”  I ask, looking up at him.

His eyes darted to Sam and Eris, as if waiting for them to leave.

Both of them had heard this story before.

Azriel, realizing no one was going to leave, tilted his head slightly, as if to say, Of course.

“I wasn’t allowed to be anything other than what everyone saw.  The pretty lady of night who was as harmless as a dove.  That was never who I really was, but I had to hide who I was because of my father.”  As I spoke, I saw Azriel’s gaze darken.

“You could have told us.  You could have been yourself around us.”

His voice was angry, and I shouldn’t blame him, I really shouldn’t.

But my day was already shit, and he wasn’t fucking listening.

“When were we ever in a room where my father, or someone loyal to my father wasn’t also in there?”  I ask, staring at him.

“We are going home.”  He snarled, walking up and attempting to grab my arm.

I say attempting because Sam was right back at him with the dagger and Eris stepped in front of me, protecting us with a wall of fire.

“It looks like no one is going anywhere for awhile.”  Eris said with a smug smile.

[braveclementine]

What Do You Mean 'I Have To Stay?'

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Remember," Elizabeth listened as Bruce informed Steve, "You'll have to return the stones to the exact moment they were taken. Otherwise, we're still looking at a whole bunch of nasty alternative realities."

"Don't worry Bruce. Clip all the branches." Steve said, flipping the case down. Sam was standing beside him. Elizabeth and Bucky stood just a little further back.

"You know, if you want. I could come with you." Sam offered as the two walked away from Bruce.

Elizabeth felt irritated with the brace her arm was in. And also self conscious of the way the burns were on her face. Bruce had cleaned up much easier than she had. Her arm still hurt, but she was staying quiet about it.

"You're a good man Sam. This one's on me, though."

Bucky was holding Rose in his arms. Astrid and Halfdan were sitting on the benches nearby, holding the rest of the kids, though Sage and Delilah were in baby carriages. Bucky drew Steve aside, and Elizabeth pretended she wasn't listening. "Steve. . . are you. . . are you going back for Peg-"

"No." Steve murmured. "My family is here Buck. Not with Peggy."

Steve kissed Bucky's cheek and Elizabeth pretended that she hadn't heard. Steve smiled lovingly at her. "You gonna be a good girl till I get back Princess?"

"Don't tease." Elizabeth pouted up at him as he cupped her goo cheek. "I can't even have sex yet till the arm heals up."

Steve smirked, kissing her good cheek, and then the corner of her lips, then turned back to Bucky. "Don't do anything stupid till I get back."

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." Bucky smirked, leaning forwards to kiss him on the lips, before lifting Rose a little higher on his hip. Then Steve stepped up onto the platform, which also contained Thor's hammer.

"How long is this gonna take?" Sam asked as Elizabeth watched Steve get into his white uniform.

"Still looks hot." She called out with a laugh. He glared at her.

"Don't tease. . . kitten. That ass'll be red when I get back." Steve smirked.

Bucky chuckled as she whimpered and pouted, "What have you done to that innocent cinnamon roll doll?"

"I think that's your fault." Elizabeth muttered. "He was like that when I bought him."

Steve glared at the both of them, "I can hear both of you."

"That's the point." They said together as Tony and Y/N walked up the hill, hand in hand. Everleigh and Morgan walked after them, Tony was holding Arlo in his arms.

Steve just shook his head, pointing a finger at them, "You're both trouble."

"Spank him first." Elizabeth pointed at Bucky. Bucky glanced at her. "Oh doll. . ."

Bruce sent Steve back before any more banter could happen.

"Hey." Tony said calmly and Elizabeth glanced over. "Let me check the arm."

"Now?" Elizabeth pouted again. She'd avoided the appointment for this reason.

"You skipped the appointment." Tony said. "Give."

Elizabeth sighed, turning and winced as Tony checked it. Tony gave her a knowing look, "Elizabeth. . ."

"More time." Elizabeth muttered, "Please?"

"The cells are not regenerating tissue." Tony said under his breath. "Elizabeth if you keep your arm like this, it's going to get infected and amputation will be necessary, perhaps higher up than it is now. I'm trying to keep you alive."

"I know." Elizabeth said sadly as Steve was returned by Bruce. She was also conscious that Bucky was listening in to everything she was saying. "I just wanted to keep my arm a little longer."

"I know. It's not like I'm looking forward to amputating you." Tony said. "Well, Shuri at any rate. T'Challa said they're creating a vibranium arm for you."

"Okay." Elizabeth nodded. "When?"

Steve walked down, the time travel version of his suit coming off. "This weekend." Tony murmured.

"Hey." Steve greeted them, touching the top of Elizabeth's head. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting things scheduled with Elizabeth on her arm." Tony said.

Steve glanced down at her and she went red, "Um, surgery."

"What-"

Suddenly, there was a strange noise behind them and they all turned to see something sort of. . . golden door being opened? Four strange looking guards in black came out. They looked almost like military personnel.

"Appears to be a standard sequence violation." The man in the front said, looking down at some sort of box while the rest just stared at him. "Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope. Variant identified."

"I beg your pardon?" Sam and Tony asked at the same time.

"On the behalf of variant authority I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline. Hands up." The other three guards immediately charged their weapons in their hands.

Tony immediately stood in front of Y/N and his kids while Steve and Bucky closed in on Elizabeth. Sam went in front of the rest of the kids and Bruce slowly inched his way around to join them.

"Who?" Tony demanded.

The man looked at Steve. "Him."

"He didn't do anything." Elizabeth said, panicking.

"Last chance, variant."

"What did I do?" Steve asked, bewildered, slowly raising his hands.

"You have broken the time code by coming back to early from the past. You were supposed to stay in the past with Margaret Carter." The man said, approaching Steve.

"What do you mean 'I have to stay?' NO!." Steve said angrily, lowering his hands immediately for his shield. "You don't get to say where I go or who I'm with. I'm with my soulmate and wife and children. Nothing will change that."

The weapons buzzed then. Tony was now in his Iron Man suit, blasters off. Bucky had a knife in one hand, holding Rose in the other. Elizabeth called up a ball of turquoise energy. Y/N had a pistol in her hands as she body blocked her daughters- having been very taken with Morgan as well. 

They grabbed Steve's arms, trying to wrestle him to the ground.

"Leave him alone." Elizabeth snapped, twisting her body to the side, one leg up as she kicked him in the chin, sending him sprawling backwards. One of the guards grabbed her bad arm and she screamed, feeling her vision go black in pain. Next thing she knew she was on the ground, vision dotty.

"Leave her alone." Steve growled, tossing the guard that had gotten him pinned a little, shoving the guard that was on Elizabeth off. "Princess?"

"Doll?" Bucky asked in worry.

She was dazed though, black spots dancing across her vision. "Shit." She heard Tony said. "Her arm is bleeding." It felt like her arm was tearing. "Shit, some of the skins' torn! Guard me Cap."

She hissed in pain, feeling the ice freeze Tony put on it before hands were helping her sit up. She blinked several times, seeing Y/N holding Rose now. Bucky had one of the weapons in his hands, guarding her, Steve, and Tony.

Elizabeth struggled to her feet, leaning heavily into Steve as more guards poured out of the thing.

They started to surround everyone, or try too. Elizabeth couldn't see how they were fighting their way out of this one.

"Hold up!" A voice that shocked Elizabeth out of her magic rang out. She watched as Loki and a man in a brown suit came through. The man in the brown suit held up a hand. "This isn't a variant."

Elizabeth could feel her body shaking and she slowly took a few steps forward, "L-Loki?"

This wasn't like she had gone back in time. The Loki in front of her looked younger though. . . was he. . . she didn't understand.

"Hello pet." Loki smirked and the man in the brown suit nudged him, giving him a look.

"There was a miscalculation in the sacred time line. Mr. Rogers was meant to come back." The man in the brown suit said.

"But sir!" The man protested, looking confused. "The reason Margaret Carter doesn't have a soulmate is because Steve Rogers goes back in time to be with her. It's explicitly-"

"Listen, go back. Loki and I have this." Brown suit guy said. The four exchanged a look, but turned and went back in. "Sorry about that."

"I don't understand." Elizabeth said faintly.

"I'm a variant." Loki smirked, "As are you. Well, not you, you, another you."

"Loki." Another voice said sternly and Elizabeth's knees actually almost did collapse when she saw herself walk out of the portal behind. She smiled at herself. Elizabeth couldn't smile back. She felt Steve's hand on her waist.

Loki pursed his lips, "You know, only the fact that I've never technically been that Elizabeth's soulmate is the only thing stopping me from cutting your hand off for touching her Captain."

Elizabeth 2.0 nudged Loki in the ribs.

"I'm so confused." Y/N, Sam, and Tony said behind her. Bruce just gaped. Stephen looked extremely interested.

"Long story short." Brown suit guy said, tapping at something, "When you went back for the Tesseract, this Loki and Elizabeth escaped. So they're variants and they live at the TVA with me, which collects variants in a way. Works for the TVA, etc."

"So. . . you're not real?" Elizabeth asked, noticing Loki was looking over at her kids. Halfdan and Astrid stared at their father with wide eyes, slowly getting to their feet. For them, it was like losing their father less than a week rather than five years ago. They were probably wondering if he had faked his death again. 

"We have to get some of those." Loki said to her variant version of herself, who grinned. Then Loki said, "I am real, but I'm not your Loki. Your Loki is truly dead. You'd be surprised how many variants of me there are, really."

"So am I getting arrested or not?" Steve asked slowly.

"Not." Brown suit guy said. "Like I said. . . accident."

"Uh huh." Bucky said uncertainly, not lowering his defensive position.

"And Loki here really just wanted to let your Elizabeth know that they live happily ever after somewhere." Brown suit guy said. "You've got two minutes." Before that one walked into the portal. Her variant of herself went back too.

"Come here pet." Loki said quietly and Elizabeth stumbled forwards until she was standing in front of him. She felt one of his cool hands cup her face and he bent down to rest his forehead on hers. She closed her eyes, a tear falling down her cheek. "I love you." He whispered, "But, I'm gone. And so I'm glad you have two. . . well for heroes they're pretty good men. I think I like the brown haired one better though."

Elizabeth actually let out a shaky laugh at that.

"Live a long and happy life with them." Loki whispered, "And when it's all over, your Loki is waiting for you in Valhalla. I know he is. And who knows? Maybe those two will go with you too."

"Loki." Elizabeth whispered softly.

Loki smiled a little as he pulled away, thumb wiping her tears away, "Don't waste anymore tears on me pet. You have your own life to live now."

"Dad?" Astrid asked uncertainly.

"Not quite." Loki smiled, looking a little sad as he looked at them. "But close enough." He held his arms out and Astrid and Halfdan ran into them. He hugged them tightly. "Be good for your mom, alright? I love you two."

"We love you too dad." Astrid cried into his chest.

Loki and Elizabeth looked down one more time and then Elizabeth turned her attention to. . . well herself. The other variant smiled, "I'll take care of him."

"I know." Elizabeth laughed shakily. "I'm not worried about that. You're me after all."

Elizabeth watched Loki slip his hand into her variant self. Watched the three of them walk into the portal. Elizabeth stepped back and felt Bucky wrap her arms around her waist. It was dead silent for a moment, before everything grew to be too much, and she fainted.

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"How is she?" You asked as you laid naked in bed with Tony.

"Just got out of surgery." Tony yawned, having been woken up when Steve had called him. "She's got an arm to match Barnes. Shuri apparently tried to make it hot pink. Steve wouldn't let her. It's black and gold like Barnes now. Twinning. Really taking the soulmate thing to the next level. Do you want to get a matching arc reactor?"

You laughed, "No way. I love you Tony, but I do not want that on my chest."

Tony pouted at you, before rolling over to press you down into the bed. "Why not? It's so sexy."

"On you." You retorted, smiling up at him.

Tony softened, cupping your face. "I really missed you Y/N. I'm so sorry."

You laughed a little, "For what?"

Tony looked away a little. "Well Pepper I guess for starters. It was. . ."

You laughed again, louder this time, "You want to be sorry for moving on? Tony. . . if I had been in your shoes, never in a million years would I have thought you were coming back after that. I don't know how quickly I could have moved on and thanks to Elizabeth, I never have to know." Here you gave him a pointed look, "but eventually I would have. You could've come back too, maybe, and I could've had another kid. Honestly. . . I'm kind've just glad it was Pepper and not some stranger."

Tony smirked a little and then sighed, "I guess it's a good thing I wasn't snapped. I was the one who figured it out."

"Modest as always." You teased, pushing him off you so that you could snuggle into him. "Besides, after hearing what happened on Titan, I think Strange knew that you would win. Like he said, one in fourteen million. He traded your life for the stone and Thanos kept his word, keeping you alive after the snap as well. The one person needed to finish this."

Tony was quiet for a moment and you looked up to see him staring at the ceiling. "No. . ." He said quietly. "If they had never come to me. . .Scott, Steve, Natasha. . . I wouldn't have done it on my own. And even when they did come to me. . . I still didn't want to." He paused and added quickly. "Not because I didn't want you and Arlo back. But. . . I thought there could be a chance I might die. I even recorded a video. . . and I thought if I died and we didn't succeed, then I'd just leave Everleigh without both parents."

"You did almost die." You whispered, tears pricking your eyes. "You almost tried to snap the universe."

"I thought I had to do it then or now." Tony sighed. He laughed then, "And I never even had the stones. That tricky magic of hers. . . but I'm glad. We all made it out alive."

It was quiet for a long time, thinking of those who didn't make it the first time. Pietro, Vision. And then you said, "Are they staying in Wakanda or coming here?"

"Wakanda I think." Tony answered.

It was quiet for a longer time and then you asked, "How about a vacation?"

[visionsofmagic]

𓇻 day 2 of  fic days [masterlist] 𓇻

◜  wet but hot. [nathan drake x f!reader x sam drake]   ◞  

― video game: uncharted 4: a thief’s end

― summary: trying to find a magnificent treasure, you want help of drake brothers but they give you more than a hand, something more you could not imagine.

― wc: 5.8k

― warnings&tags: fluff, nsfw, minors dni!, explicit language, cursing, touching, licking, kissing, biting, oral [f receiving], cum, threesome, loving, hugging, being in river, insecure!reader [for a moment], gentle!nathan, rough!sam, jerking, more in the fic. enjoy <3

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   drake brothers. it was all on your mind since you began to work on a mission together; finding a magnificent treasure in an ancient town that was on an island, having so many rivers and trees around. it was far away from eyes, having a little danger but huge columns around the "x" marked place on the map, so, you needed strong partners in crime to fulfill this mission. choosing famous brothers, drake brothers, you met them to ask whether they would like to come with you or not, of course sharing the treasure you would find. 

liking the plan and treasure, and trusting sullivan's approval on you, they agreed to come. and well, it was going all well 'till your eyes changed their focus from treasure to drake brothers who were not helping at all with their, well, some flirting attitudes; nathan was innocent, trying to being friend with you while sam was more flirty than his brother, having no shame. 

all these moments you shared with brothers made you more delicate about them since their places on your life became bigger. they were so fun, so handsome, so attractive, so cute, so broken - you could say so many things about them and this was the problem; having them on your mind and heart for such a long time now and a month you have spent together had to increase. the treasure was hard to reach, so, you needed a new plan, a good one. so, you said you needed to calm down a little bit, gain strength again, having fun moments in the island. 

drake brothers agreed again, giving you time to find a livable place to stay in around the island to take breath between the plans. they needed  it to gain their power back while you needed it to come to your senses. they were your friends, only friends, and liking two of them at the same time was impossible. it was even a sin to have because no, you should not have them on your heart. maybe one, but not two because it wasn't understandable thing.  

"here," you put your bag down on the grass, pointing out a house beside the clean river. the house's inside was ordered and as clean as possible, a livable place for like two or three days. "we can stay in here. it is close to the river; water and bath supply."  

"yes!" sam spoke first while looking at the river, taking a cigarette from his pocket with a lighter, "I really need to clean this fucking dirt from my body." 

"hey!" nathan warned the way his brother talked but you already got used to it. 

"it's okay nat, he is right. we all need a bath." kneeling down, you got your bag back, "you go first, I will clean the house as good as I can." 

nathan already made his way into house too while sam was smoking, looking at you. if he knew how his eyes were making you all shy just like that. 

"I will help. sam can go alone." 

you tried to say it was okay but he just nodded, making you shut your mouth because you knew how much gentleman he was. smiling to him, you said, "thanks." 

as you were about to enter the house, sam's playful voice came from behind you, taking your and nathan's attention to him. "well, you do what you need to there and then, we can all go together. it can be dangerous." 

"are you afraid?" you joked, not paying attention to the first part that much. 

"no, honey, I do not. but you can. so, I will wait for you." 

furrowing one eyebrow, you thought about his offer and realized what he meant by that. "you really did not offer that we all," you showed all of your with your hands, "three of us will bath together, right?" 

sam smirked and nathan looked at him with all red face, same as you. 

taking another breath of his cigarette, leaving the smoke, he said with a smirk on his face, "will you like me to offer that hon?" 

with blushed face, you turned to house's direction, "dumbass." 

you knew sam's smirk widened without looking at his face. entering the house, you left him behind and you could hear nathan's foot steps behind you, letting his bag a table on the first floor. 

"good choice." he left a whistle, impressed of your choice. 

smiling to him, you nodded, "I hope cleaning will not take long. I really want to rest." moving left and right, you planned where to begin, giving enough supplies to nathan too that you picked from the truck you had, you began to clean the dust on the couch and carpets that were dusty but were good enough to sit on or even sleep on.  

"oh, crap!" the voice you heard behind made your turn to nathan who covered in all dust because of taking a carpet from the wall. 

he was so clumsy. it was cute. 

chuckling at him, you touched his arm to take his attention on you, "go and bath in the river cutie." he blushed, "it's okay. I will do it alone." 

nathan looked uncertain, "are you sure? I still can help and we can go -" he stopped suddenly, "ugh, we can go to the river but well separately, I mean." 

looking him with a red face, you gulped, understanding what he was referring to. like sam, he was suggesting to go to the river together but unlike sam, he said it would be separate, you wouldn't bath together. 

"do you want it?" you asked about of sudden, not using your brain at all in that moment. crap! - you cursed inside your head. "I mean, do you want to bathe separately, not together." you left a nervous chuckle. 

he put his hand on his neck, caressing it slowly, looking everywhere except you, "it can be nice, yes, I want that. it's just a normal bathe, isn't it?" 

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no, it wasn't. it wasn't normal at all! 

sam who came to the river before you left his all clothes on a stone. he was all naked, clearly, and he was leaning towards a stone that was around the river, putting his both arms to it by opening them widely. looking at the sky, he was smoking. his exposed chest had wounds that you wanted to touch them, heal them while your fingers travel on them one by one. you wondered how it would feel like to do that while he was telling you the stories from his previous adventures. however, the idea went as it came because it was impossible for you to reach that dream. 

you felt guilty because you were having fantasies with sam drake but you couldn't help thinking how nathan looked cute while trying to understand how you two would bath separately, the river wasn't that big on this side. why you liked them both? it was a sin. definitely. 

"look who wanted to accept my offer." 

rolling your eyes, you pointed nathan who was covered in dust. "he needs a bath." 

sam chuckled, looking at both of you with a mischief expression on his face. "and mommy here to bathe him?" 

you who already have got used to his odd nicknames, but nathan's sudden cough made you feel odd too because he had pink cheeks. did he found the nickname - nasty? it was just a joke, right? 

"don't be silly, sammy." calling him with a nickname that made you feel closer to him was good and you were saying that whenever you felt shy or so happy. 

turning to nathan, you smiled gently. "don't listen to him, he was joking like always." 

nathan left a 'yeah' reply but it felt like he was disappointed about something - maybe even sad. 

you were about to ask but he changed the subject. "the river isn't big as I thought." 

"it's okay. I will come back later." 

you patted his shoulder, sending a smile. you really wanted to bathe because of feeling all sticky and dirty but you needed to come back later when drake brothers finished. 

"don't be ridiculous. you two, just enter the river already." 

nathan warned him immediately, "leave her alone sam. we can't push her something she doesn't want." 

sam looked like he didn't like nathan's warning. furrowing an eyebrow, he looked at you. "don't you?" 

you were too stunned to speak. or simply, you were afraid because of the answer. yes, you wanted to get into the river together and bringing all those nasty dreams. but you couldn't when you saw nathan's red colored face. 

"sam." his name came out of your mouth so sexy even if you intended it to be sound as a warning. what was wrong with you? 

his smirk grew, "c'mon darling, we aren't teenagers after all, right? we are all grown up and it simply a bathe?" he chuckled, "no one accept you to be naked completely, right nathan?" 

the whole situation was so intense and you wondered how you would get over with this one at the end of the day. 

turning to nathan, you tried to calm down the situation like it was really normal and sam was right. you didn't have to undress completely, you could stay with your underwear. "c'mon. let's get clean. shall we?" 

nathan looked surprised, he wasn't expecting you to accept the offer. his red face was still there and you knew your face looked same as his. even if you were feeling shy, you began to remove your clothes one by one. leaving them on a stone, you saw how nathan began to undress as well. 

you saw drake brothers shirtless from time to time when they needed medical treatment you give, or simply feeling hot. you got used to that moments but now, it was different. you knew sam was naked from head to toe, his boxer standing on the stone with the rest of his clothes. however, you also knew nathan wouldn't remove the boxer he had and your assumption happened to be true when you saw how he jumped into the river with a black boxer on without waiting for you, feeling so shy. he was nathan after all. he was shy even if he was being so flirty and funny with you. 

when you stopped watching nathan who was swimming beautifully, the sun's rays were shining on him, giving you a great view to look at. but you needed to stop. so, you turned to yourself, removing remaining clothes of yours 'till you had only your basic looking white underwear on.  

when you gained the confident back, you raised your head only to find the view on your sight; nathan was standing in the middle of the river, looking directly at you while standing on foot. his expression was intense - even passionate, having pink cheeks still. and then there was sam, the older one, standing in the same position you first came here but looking at you rather than the sky. his cigarette was gone. his half-wet long hair was flying thanks to the wind. his expression was more intense than nathan and you didn't know how to handle these both men's stares that were making you feel hotter in each minute. 

as nathan turned to other side after caught, sam stayed the same and you entered the river slowly; because of both feeling shy and a little naughty, your movements were slow enough to take their attention back to you, well, nathan's one since sam's attention remained same.

firstly, your foot entered the water. making you saying a little 'ahh' under your breath because of the coldness of it. that little voice made drake brothers move a little bit without their own control. it was like an instinct. 

then, slowly still, you entered the water completely 'till your foot reached the ground, leaving only your chest exposed. half of your breasts and lower parts of your body stayed under water. 

you didn't want your hair get wet, not yet. so, you just began to swim carefully and slowly while drake brothers turned back what they were doing, breaking their piercing gazes on your body that made you feel so - beautiful back there. they would be death of you. soon. 

swimming on the river, you let the cold water run through your skin, calming you down, giving freshness. 

without getting under water, you swum, reaching the edge of the river that remained on the right side of sam who decided to continue to swim before turning back to his previous position. 

taking deep breaths, drake brothers came into the vision; they were leaning towards the edges of the river like you. 

"well?" sam asked, breaking the silence between three of you while he stayed on your left and nathan on the right. you on the middle. 

"what?" you asked. 

"it isn't bad at all to bathe together, right?" 

you rolled your eyes, chuckling a little, "it isn't a bathe, sammy. we are just swimming." 

"it's same for me anyway." sam said, closing his eyes. 

"clearly." 

closing your eyes like sam did, you left your body and mind relax with river's water that your body got used to. feeling sun's hot rays on your exposed body mixed with the fresh feeling that river was giving made you lose yourself in the moment. it was so good to be able to make the mind silent for a bit but it all changed again when the skin of yours began to tickle like the one spiderman has. 

without opening your eyes, you smiled to drake brothers. "like what you see boys?" 

it was a joke but it felt like a - trigger. trigger for them to be more brave. you didn't think just the question made them so brave and confident but it was the fact that two of you were close to be naked completely and sam already was. 

"yes, we did. right, nat?" 

sam's voice was different than before - it sounded like he wished to same more. so, you opened your eyes when nathan added, "he's just joking." 

you nodded, ready to tell him it was okay but your eyes trailed nathan's gazes, only to see how he looked at your visible nipples through the thin fabric of your top due to getting wet. how did you forget that you were in the water! - you cursed yourself. however, you had to admit that both sam's voice and nathan's gazes gave you an arousal without your own control. 

it was a sin, yes, but now you knew that these two were ready to take this sin too and without thinking twice, saying 'fuck it' under your breath, you decided to do whatever you wanted in this particular moment, realizing that after the mission is done you wouldn't see each other again. so, risk taking part of you was there, making you smile shyly but confidently. 

"I wasn't." 

that made drake brothers stunned a bit, a shocked expression appeared on their attractive faces, not believing you would say this. even sam who was speaking openly in these kinds of situations seemed shocked. 

not expected your reply, nathan started to swim towards you. sam watched him carefully and you couldn't help but feel hotter with each overarm nathan took. he finally came to your side, standing beside you, he put his hands on the stones next to you. as you looked at his exposed chest, built strong and well, he said, “we can go back if you are uncomfortable and I can bring a t-shirt of mine for you.” 

he was so cute and innocent but right now, you were like under the influence of an aphrodisiac that made you go crazy. now, you weren’t thinking, no, it stayed behind. now, it was time to act the way you wanted the most in previous intimate moments you had with drake brothers. “why?” you asked, tilting your head a little, “didn’t you like it? does it disturb you?” 

it could be the most surprising day of nathan drake because of the increasing number of his shocked face expression. he wasn’t expecting all of these at all. it was odd but from the way his eyes’ color changed from lighter to darker ones, you knew how he was holding him back. you weren’t dumb. maybe they didn’t like you innocently, not fall in love with you but they completely liked you in their own way; not love. something else, like they were unfamiliar to this either. 

nathan chose reply the question with a question. “would you like me to – like it?” 

now, it was your turn to stay silent for a while before looking at sam who was smirking secretly, watching how nathan and you were so close to each other. “stop being fucking teenagers and act as the way you want.” he then approached to you, standing like nathan did but on your other side. having two hot brothers on your both sides, the heat of your body was raising. even the coldness of the water wasn’t helping. “don’t you see what she is trying little brother?” asking the question to nathan, sam put his right hand on your cheek, caressing it slowly and gently, “isn’t it right sweetheart?” 

“what?” you asked, having hard time to not to close your eyes under sam’s gentle touches. 

“wanting us.” it was so true. it was so fucking true. you wanted them. you wanted them so much that it was hurting. not having enough power to lie anymore, you nodded slowly, feeling shy. with a blushed face, you looked at nathan, your life saver – savior in these kinds of moments. he was your safe place. however, the sparkles on his eyes were different than before, dangerous ones. even his eyes color became darker than before under the sun.

“is it true?” nathan asked again to get a clear answer.

finally having encourage to speak aloud, you said, “yes. it is.”

while you two shared a look – an intense one that was unbreakable, sam turned to nathan, “see? I knew she wanted us. you should listen to me sooner.”

furrowing, you turned to sam, “what are you talking about?”

giving a smirk, maybe for the hundredth time in the day, he said, “nathan and I talked about how you wanted us. well,” he rolled his eyes, “nathan kept saying how it wasn’t innocent to think in such way about you but you see,” he put his hand on nathan’s shoulder, shaking him a little, “my brother has a liking on you. he has his own – fantasies as well.”

“sam!” nathan warned him with a shout while you were all in shock, not believing sam fully, you turned to nathan.

“nathan,” you touched his cheek to make him look at you. he raised his eyes from the surface of water to your face, “is it true?” he just nodded and this was sufficient for you to smile – to have explosions on your chest with knowing that not only you but they wanted this too. caressing his cheek like sam did to you, you said, “then, what is the meaning of waiting?”

connecting your lips together, you felt euphoria. his lips on yours, his warmness on yours, he all over you was the thing you body ached so much but now, finally reaching it, everywhere on your body found pure passionate. losing yourself with nathan’s moving warm lips, his hands on your cheek and neck, you forgot about sam drake ‘till he made his presence remarkable again with using his talented mouth, beginning to kiss your free shoulder and neck slowly that turned into biting, leaving marks the placed he was biting and licking.

moaning into nathan’s mouth, you had no longer mind the pink or red colors on your face and body. shyness was still there but it left its huge place to a nasty – a naughty one that was seeking for its cure; nathan’s and sam’s hungry touches.

with your little moans, nathan became more daring; beginning to touch your breasts through the thin fabric of your top. sam then pushed nathan a little bit, “my time to taste these pretty lips.” from the beginning, it was clear that he was the talking type in the intimate moments. nathan left your lips unwillingly, but after finding his new interest; your breasts, he left sam alone who didn’t wait for you to take breaths before kissing you roughly. unlike nathan whose kissing was gentle and loving, sam was kissing you roughly enough to leave your lip hurting a little. nathan was trying to show his loving side while sam was showing his possessive side.

as this whole thing went further with each closer touch, you came to conclusion that difference of drake brothers was a blessing. you both had rough and gentle sides of them while forgetting about everything – even wrinkled skin of yours due to being in the water for such a long time. 

the moment sam found your aching pussy that was hungry for a touch – for an action because of the all kiss, licking, and touching of drake brothers stayed on left and right sides, you left a louder moan. the moan even you were surprised to let out took nathan’s attention while sam’s fingers were working on your clothed pussy.

“you are so beautiful.” nathan said, caressing your neck while his other hand squeezing one of your breasts. feeling so loved and enjoyed, you allowed nathan to take your top and sam to take your panties, leaving you all exposed.

both of them stayed still for a second, watching how your exposed body moved in the water with intense gazes. you felt shy again but sam became savior of yours this time, pointing the grass behind you that looked comfy with its abundant flowers, “we should get out before freezing.” he caressed your chin with his fingers, smirking, “and I can’t wait to see you completely. what you think, nathan? I believe she has a wonderful wet pussy but not because of water.” he asked his little brother who went out the water, giving you a hand to get out too. firstly, you had an insecure about showing your nude body to them. you dreamed about this moment but some devilish thoughts were still there. however, they all vanished when sam who felt your uncertainty to get out the water touched your back gently, kneeling towards your ear, “you are so beautiful and we can’t wait to see it honey. we want to see how you will stay in, well, particular positions, under this shiny sun.”

you expected nathan to speak in this way, but sam was there too for you when you felt a bad mood even in this moment. smiling widely, you kissed sam’s cheek, and left him all stunned because of sudden delicate action. holding nathan’s hand, you got out the water, leaving your exposed body on their sights.

nathan took his jacket suddenly, putting it on the ground. he left your body on that jacket. you kissed him, smiling after breaking the kiss. “you are so thoughtful nathan. I am glad. I – I really like this side of you.”

smiling shyly, nathan kissed your lips again, looking like he wouldn’t have enough of them. as his bigger body covered yours, you felt his hardened cock on your exposed pussy. realizing how he needed your touch, you put your hands on his boxer, remove it with his help, you touched his exposed cock, slowly at first but then beginning to jerk him off, making him let an audible moan, giving you proud and passionate feelings in return with a smile.

sam came to your side as well, having two condoms on his hands. so, that’s why he vanished for a second.

nathan began to kiss you while you were lying down, his cock on your hand, still jerking him off.

sam pushed his little brother again, he was nude like you do. nathan’s body was more built, having strong posture while sam’s older one stayed smaller than him but having a charismatic one. you found both of their bodies attractive and beautiful. these two brothers had specific features on their own that made you fall for them more – deeper this time.

“patience.” sam said, “first, we should give her the pleasure she deserves.”

nathan nodded, leaving your lips. he stayed on top of your body, looking at your eyes directly, “tell us what you want. oh y/n, you don’t know how much I want to touch every part of your lovely body. the beauty you have in your heart has its effects on your body too. you are so beautiful in every way.”

with pink cheeks you had, you couldn’t help but smile widely to nathan. putting one of your hands on nathan’s shoulder, you said, “you are making me feel so good nathan.”

sam added, “oh honey, we will do more than that.” he found his own place on your left side, leaving these two men’s bigger bodies cover yours. “just tell us what you want.” he kissed you while nathan’s tongue touched your breasts to kiss, lick and bite them.

moaning into sam’s mouth this time, you realized how lucky you were; not one but two of them were there for you, ready to do whatever you wanted them to do, giving all of their attentions and interests on you and your body, feeling high because of the feelings you three were feeling in the mind-blowing moment. it was a sin after all, yes, but it was worth it.

leaving your lips, sam said again, “will you tell us what you want or your little brain lost its functions because of us?”

he was right. your brain wasn’t working, not anymore, you even didn’t feel like you had one in the first place. nodding to him, you said, “I just want you – I want both of you all over. I want to feel.”

sam looked at nathan who was sucking your now sensitive nipples, leaving red marks on them like they were holding him alive. “hey, needy,” sam smirked, taking nathan’s attention, “hold her from behind. I want to taste that amazing pussy of her.”

sam’s explicit language made you all red. he was a good talker. just with his talking he could make you cum.

nathan listened his big brother, changing his position from standing on top of you to staying behind you. as his chest touched your back, his hardened cock’s tip touched your ass, both of his arms and legs hugged your body, making you feel smaller. his hot breaths hit your neck while his big palms held your breasts, caressing them with paying attention to your hard nipples. “open your legs wider.” nathan said, wanting you to open your legs wider to leave sam enough space to eat your pussy. sam positioned himself, kneeling towards your ached pussy that twitched with each step he took. when his warm tongue finally touched your pussy, entering to inside without any further permission after putting some kisses, leaving some bites and licks over here and there, he left you nothing but to moan – to scream loud enough to make you feel shy again.

while your moaning lost its control, letting out of your mouth, nathan’s hands speeded up. he began to kiss your neck and shoulder, wherever he could find to take some of your attention back to him.

when you touched sam’s long hairs, feeling its softness, you moaned more, closing your legs because of wanting more of his tongue – more of him. as his head compressed by your thighs, he left a low moan to, making your core vibrate, sending you pleasure. “sam! –“ you shouted his name. this made sam to look up, to your face. he left a smirk, then, he turned to eat your deeper this time, boosted by the moan of yours that contained his name.

nathan who probably felt jealously, held your hand, making you turn to him. the moment you turned, his lips crashed yours, kissing them passionately and intensively enough to make you cry. “nathan! –“ you screamed his name between the kisses, making him calming down a little.

“I want to hear you moan my name while I am fucking you.” nathan said, kissing your face as you closed because of feeling both so high with sam’s tongue, and so loved with nathan’s kisses.

“then, wait for your turn. it is my time to make him moan with my name.” sam bit your thigh strongly, probably leaving a mark that would stay for a few days. moaning in pain, you heard sam again, “c’mon sweetheart. show me how much you enjoy. cum.”

with that – with his bossy side, you understood his power on you; with one word, he made you cum – and some additional licking and entering your pussy deeper while holding your thighs strongly as well. “sam!”

cumming to his mouth and face, you saw how sam continued to lick your pussy through your cum, drinking every bit of it. it was a scene that wouldn’t remove from your memory; sam standing between your thighs, holding you in your place, licking and drinking the cum in pleasure.

“you don’t know how good taste you have, sweetie. I will never be tired of drinking it.”

caressing his hair, you smiled, “and I will never be tired of having you like this, samuel. it was so good.”

with your praising, he left a proud smirk, looking up to nathan’s face who was probably had an angry face in the moment. when sam was about to say something, you hushed him, turning to nathan, not wanting him to feel as left. “nathan,” you touched his hair with your other hand. “please.” you begged and he became eager to hear more, leaving all bad moods he had just now.

“please what?” he asked, kissing you again. “I can’t understand what you want if you don’t say it aloud.”

he knew what you were asking for but he needed to hear it coming out of your mouth to feel better – to feel confident again. he needed to know that you didn’t leave him alone – you wanted him like you wanted sam, maybe even more.

“I want to feel you inside me nathan. I need you.”

sam added, “give her what she needs nathan.”

nodding to you, nathan changed his position again. he lied you down again on the jacket, going on top of you. sam who stood up looked at both of you when you turned to him with a questioned expression. “I will leave you two alone this time even if how much I want to fuck that pussy of your.” he showed nathan, “my shy little brother needs to be alone with you.”

you looked to his still hard cock, “but –“

he waved, smirking, “don’t worry, you will have enough time to choke on my cock beauty. just, not this now.”

he then left you two alone. he was a good brother; he knew how nathan was sensitive in these situations, not wanting to have someone on his side while you two get this closer for the first time.

trusting sam’s choice, you looked at nathan who looked at you back.

“nathan,” you hugged his shoulder, feeling his cock on your pussy. you began to ache in pain. you needed him right now. “I am ready.” you gave him the last permission that made him to begin act.

kissing you gently one last time, he speeded up in taking actions, entering your core with his two fingers. your core was already so sensitive after sam’s eating part and nathan’s long fingers were fast and rough, like he was trying to make you forget sam and his touches. he didn’t mind share you with his brother as you understood but he wanted you to focus on him when he was touching you like this, not sam at all.

to make him calm down and feeling so great, you didn’t hold you back to moan his name, not feeling shy to be loud enough to make sam hear you. a devilish side of you wanted him to hear.

nathan’s fingers vanished, and instead of them, his thick cock entered your core slowly, getting you ready. as his cock reached to walls of your core, leaving you breathless, losing your mind and seriously this time, you screamed, “nathan! – ugh, I need – I need you to move. please,” you begged again, “please move!”

it was what nathan needed to fuck you mindlessly, helping you to reach the second climax – euphoria with his strong, deep and rough thrusts. his speed was making your thighs become red. you even closed your eyes, throwing your head behind because it was so hard to endure the both pain and great pleasure nathan was giving you to while having an expression that was showing how well he knew his and his cock’s effects on you – enjoying to watch it, having his own pleasure to finally being inside of you and making you so – pathetic, needy and greedy for his cock.

“y/n,” he left a moan, saying your name between his breaths that were hard to gain due to being in a huge pleasure that looked impossible for him ‘till this day. “you are so so – so beautiful. I dreamed about this but – I never expected it to be so – unbelievable.” he began to kiss you with the same rhythm he was thrusting, “I know that I will be addicted.” he confessed, giving your heart a warm feeling – the one you wanted to have in there for the rest of your life.

when your hands found their places on his short hair, pulling them, you used your brain for one last time, “I love you, nathan.” you confessed, not minding the consequences of it. you needed to say this – you needed him to hear.

nathan’s slowed down rhythm became speeded up again and with some last strong thrusts he gave to you, you both cum together. his body crashed against yours for some certain time to come to your senses, then, he kissed your forehead long. lying down beside you, he put your head to his chest, giving you a feeling of being protected. he kissed your hair this time, and a low voice came out of him – low but determined. “I love you too.” he then added, “sam loves you too.”

smiling to you, you said, “I love sam too.” you turned to him, “I am not sure what the future will bring within itself, but right now, I can feel the love I have for you and him, and I want to be together.” you smiled gently, “for a lifetime.”

“me too,” nathan said, “me too.”

and from that day, you three knew how a complex – even difficult life you would have but you also knew how you would stick together, endure every of them. you loved them and they loved you. it was all matter.

the end. 🍏

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REQUESTS

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IT (2017) || Henry Bowers, Beverly Marsh

THE OUTSIDERS || Dallas Winston, Ponyboy Curtis, Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Cherry Valance, Tim Shepherd, Curly Shepherd

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TWILIGHT || Jacob Black, Seth Clearwater, Leah Clearwater, Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Sam Uley, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Cullen, Alice Cullen

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ABOUT ME (to give you an idea of what I can write)

I'm a feminist

I have a history of SA/emotional abuse/an ED

I'm Bi

I love animals sm

My favorite artists are Jeff Buckley, Lana Del Rey, Hole, Megadeth, Ethel Cain, Cigarettes After Sex, Bon Iver, and Evanescence

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Who I write for:

Fem/GN readers

Doctor Who:

Clara Oswald x Reader

Rose Tyler x Reader

Martha Jones x Reader

Donna Noble x Reader

Bill Potts x Reader (fem only)

The Doctor x Reader (platonic only because there’s not enough of these and there’s plenty of romantic fics out there)

The Master/Missy x Reader (platonic only)

If you think of any others just ask

Marvel:

Peter Parker x Reader

Kate Bishop x Reader

Yelena Belova x Reader (platonic only, ace queen)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic only)

Steve Rogers x Teen!Reader

Bucky Barnes x Teen!Reader

Pretty much everyone x Teen!Reader

Again, if there’s any not listed, just ask.

Wizarding World:

(I’m partial to Hufflepuff!Readers)

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Luna Lovegood x Reader

Newt Scamander x Reader

Again, just ask. I’ll add marauders when I’ve read all of All the Young Dudes fic on AO3

YouTubers:

Ethan Nestor x Reader

Markiplier x Reader (platonic only)

Jacksepticeye x Reader (platonic only)

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit:

Frodo Baggins x Reader

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

Merry Brandybuck x Reader (platonic only)

Pippin Took x Reader (platonic only)

Aragorn x Reader

Eowyn x Reader

Arwen x Reader

Legolas x Reader

Kili x Reader

Fili x Reader

Bilbo Baggins x Reader (platonic only)

Star Wars:

Padme Amidala x Reader

Anakin Skywalker x Reader (platonic only)

Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader

(Sorry I’ve only seen the prequels)

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Halloween 2022: World’s a Hungry Place (Supernatural x Dr. Sleep (2019) AU)

Years after the events that took place in the Outlook Hotel, the Winchesters and Ellie pick up a new case. A group of what seems to be some sort of psychic vampires feed on children. Special children. The ones that shine. As the 3 of them are trying to find a way to defeat them and put a stop to them once and for all, they start receiving visions of things that they wish they could forget. But theses visions could be the answer to their problem.  The True Knot, as the creatures call themselves, and their leader, Rose the Hat are hungry. And they feed on what shines. Just like the Outlook Hotel that has been starving all these years. So they have to go back. Back to the Hotel. Back where everything started. And rule Rose there for a final confrontation. The battle has to be held in the most dangerous grounds, as the Winchesters and Ellie decide to wake up the hotel and all the spirits that reside in it. And it’s a battle for everyone’s soul. 

You don’t know where you are standing. This place is not special. It’s starving. 

Sequel to Welcome to Overlook. 

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Who I will write for

USWNT

Alex Morgan

Christen Press

Emily Sonnett

Kelley O'Hara

Rose Lavelle

Sam Mewis

Kristie Mewis

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Sophia Smith

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Loverboy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Bucky, a lovesick, pining super soldier, vows to keep his feelings for you a secret — no matter how obvious his crush may seem. Those plans are ruined between a meddling Sam, an embarrassing fall, and a visit to the medbay with you.

Warnings: Avengers AU, Bucky’s POV, fluff, crack (my lame attempt at comedy), suggestive thoughts (no smut), just our boy being a lovesick little bean with a big ol’ crush.

Author’s Note: Dividers by @saradika. Proofread by @buckys-wintersoldier, thank you so much sweetie, I love you!! This was inspired by a wonderful request from @prettyboy56, thank you so much! Hope you enjoy x

“Hi, Bucky.” 

Instantly, he sputtered over his mouthful of cereal, eyes watering from his food going down the wrong way. 

Bucky knew that melodic voice before his gaze even reached its owner. You entered the kitchen, wiggling your fingers at him in greeting. 

Clearing his throat, he swiped his bowl to the side, his breakfast now forgotten about, and directed his attention solely onto you. “Hi—um h—hello, doll.” 

The muscles of your cheeks lifted up to your eyes in a smile that made Bucky swoon. Hard.

Your eyes fell to Sam then, who stood in the corner, fresh from a workout with a shit eating on his face. “Good morning, Samuel.” 

“Mornin’, beautiful. How did you sleep?” 

Bucky fought the growl rising in his throat, the unprecedented possessiveness caving its way through its internal barriers in your presence. 

You grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and closed the door, leaning your back against it to take a big gulp. 

“Not bad at all.” You licked your lips, ridding the dryness that came from a long slumber before your eyes lit up. “Oh, by the way! I drank some of that tea you recommended. It’s helped a bunch—”

Bucky zoned out while you continued to express your gratitude to Sam. He couldn’t help the way his eyes dilated as he rested his head in the palm of his vibranium hand, a lovesick sigh escaping his lips. You were just so gorgeous – a deity in human form right in front of his own very eyes. Bucky had never considered himself so lucky in all his time on earth to be within your vicinity. 

In his own world of oggling, Bucky didn’t notice how the conversation fell short between you and Sam. Neither did he realise how the two of you were staring at him; you with concern and Wilson smothering his laughter with his hand. 

“Bucky? Sweetheart?” He finally registered that you were speaking to him and almost choked, again, on his own spit.

“Mhm?” Bucky murmured, drunk off your attention. 

You smiled once again, so devastatingly beautiful that his left arm whirred in stupor. “Are you okay? You feeling alright?” Not waiting for a response, you walked over to him and Bucky almost let his eyes roll to the back of his head when you lifted your wrist to his forehead. “Jeez, you’re a little hot, Buck.” 

Sam keeled over in hysterics, unable to keep his composure any longer. Meanwhile, a bright red blossom of colour rose up from the skin of Bucky’s neck all the way up to his cheeks. 

Had Bucky not been embarrassingly infatuated by you, the throwaway comment wouldn’t have had any effect on him. But this was you. The woman who had the ability to make him melt on the spot. 

While logic and a basic level of common sense screamed at him that you were talking about his temperature, his mind could only conjure up the fact you had called him hot. 

Bucky saw your mouth moving, however he couldn’t concentrate on the sound of the words coming out of it. You were still touching him, patting his cheeks and sweeping the tendrils of hair that had fell out from behind his ears out of his face. The close proximity of your bodies threw him through a loop and without even realising, his thighs spread further, subconsciously begging you to forego all boundaries and smother yourself against him. 

Gently tapping his nose three times, you managed to gain his full attention again. “You seem out of it, sweetie. Maybe you should go down to the medbay. See if you’re coming down with a fever or something.” 

Sam blew out a breath of air. “Yeah, because that’s what’s wrong with him.” 

You threw a lighthearted glare his way before bringing your eyes back to Bucky. “Promise me you’ll get seen to?” 

How could he refuse when you asked so sweetly? “Anything you want.” He vowed sincerely. 

Scrunching your nose, you chucked his chin and whispered under your breath, “Good boy.”

Bucky almost whimpered when you withdrew your hands and stepped back. He so desperately wanted to follow you and nudge your arm until you paid attention to him once more. Your touch was fire and a cool breeze all at once. Electricity that created static across his stubbled cheek, yet also stoked a warmth through his entire body.  

Peace. He’d never felt anything like it. Never before felt drunk from just the delicate essence of a perfume or experienced the loosening of his limbs, relaxing until his legs felt like jelly whenever you so much as cast him a glance. 

You grabbed a piece of fruit from the table, ready to go down to the gym and train. “Catch you later, Sam,” you called over your shoulder. Meeting Bucky’s eyes a final time, you winked while you headed for the elevator. “Bye, sweetheart.”  

Bucky’s gaze was glued to you, following you out hopelessly until you were completely out of sight. 

He was fucked — well and truly out of his depth. 

Sam crossed his arms and smirked. “You are down bad, man.” 

Bucky swiped a hand over his face, sighing deeply. “Fuckin’ tell me about it.” 

“This is serious.” Sam sobered up, his lips softening into an honest smile. 

With an embarrassingly loud thud against the island countertop, Bucky let his head drop. “I have no idea what to do, Sam. I thought this crush would have passed by now but it’s been months.”

“Well,” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Have you even tried asking her out?” 

“And why would I do that?” Bucky asked, genuinely confused. 

Sam sputtered over his words. “What do you mean—Because that’s what people do when they like someone, you dumbass!” 

Bucky had lost enough braincells daydreaming about you constantly. He didn’t need to be told what he already knew. But the pressure of asking you out to then have a chance of being rejected? He would never come back from that. “Yeah, no thanks,” he mumbled.

“Come on, man. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sam asked. 

Bucky lifted his head up and huffed sarcastically. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe she could turn me down and rip my heart out into little pieces, so much that I would hide out in my room for the rest of eternity never to be seen again?” 

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

Bucky sighed longingly. “Let me wallow in my misery alone, Sam.” 

“Why? So you can spend your days staring at her with your googly eyes and drooling over her.” 

“I have never drooled over her,” Bucky snarled. 

A twinkle shone in Sam’s eye, a mischievous grin donning his face. “Then what’s that on your chin?” 

Bucky’s eyes widened and he quickly brought his hand up to his face to check if he did in fact have any wetness coating his mouth. Finding none, he looked back to Sam with a scowl. “I hate you.”

Sam shook his head with laughter. “You shouldn’t make it so easy to tease you, loverboy.”  

With a growl, Bucky lifted from his seat and stormed out of the kitchen. 

The irritating voice followed him. “Don’t forget training tomorrow morning, loverboy!” 

The sun was shining over the compound the next morning and so came the bright idea from Steve that all exercise activities should be held outside. While the recruits in training buffed up on their sparring with the Captain, the rest of the avengers worked out as they saw fit. 

As usual, Sam took any opportunity possible to annoy Bucky, which brought them together, running laps around the outdoor track. 

“When are you gonna man up and ask her out then, Cyborg? Pretty girl ain’t gonna be available forever.” 

Bucky wasn’t entirely sure why he didn’t run ahead of Sam. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t. Maybe the pace he kept alongside Wilson allowed him to stare at you so clearly in your tight workout leggings and sports bra as sweat sensually rolled over your skin. Maybe. 

“I’m not asking her out, Sam. Drop it.” 

Sam huffed out an annoyed breath. “Listen, man. It’s not as if you’ve got nothing going for you. As much as you’re a grumpy shit, you’ve got them blue eyes the chicks love. Gets them all gooey when you give them intense eye contact, y’know?” He reluctantly added, “And they dig the brooding, bad boy, leather jacket vibe.”

Bucky let out a rare smile within the presence of Sam. “You tryna hit on me, Wilson?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is you have a chance.” Sam slyly glanced over the field. “And if you don’t quit fuckin’ around, that chance is gonna disappear.”  

The smile instantly dropped from Bucky’s face. “What do you mean by that?” 

Sam’s signature smirk came back with vengeance. “Your girls lookin’ kinda cute today. So I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you ain’t the only one who’s got their eye on her.” 

Naturally, Bucky followed his instinct and let his eyes look over at you. You were a fucking wonder, of course he knew that. But heeding Sam’s ominous warning, Bucky allowed his gaze to venture out, only allowing you to blur into the background for a couple of seconds while he took stock of the other male, and female, recruits. 

Low and behold, plenty of other people wantonly stared at you while you completed your circuit, almost salivating over their barely concealed pining. As much as Bucky hated to admit it, the fucker was right. You were the pinnacle of everyone’s attention. 

With the way you were bending over, squatting and looking like an angel amidst the perspiration the sun brought on, Bucky wasn’t sure if he could actually blame anyone for it. 

That didn’t stop the ugly, green eyed beast within him that wanted to tear everyone’s eyes out for daring to glimpse at you. 

It was silly, he knew he had no right to feel any sort of possessive nature for you. Unfortunately, you didn’t belong to him. Still, he couldn’t control the deep rooted urges that whispered the kinds of fun he’d have gouging out eyeballs that looked where they weren't supposed to. 

Knowing he had stirred the pot enough, Sam figured it was time to try and hit the final nail in the coffin in order to make his friend move his ass. “Y’know what gives you an advantage though, man?” 

Bucky continued to death stare the surrounding agents, while keeping up with his steady jog. “What’s that?”

“Guess who’s making eyes at you right now.” 

At breakneck speed, Bucky snapped his head back around to you, only to indeed find you staring at him with a fire in your eyes and your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. 

A violent shudder ran down his spine and for a moment, the whole world stopped on its axis, allowing Bucky to revel in a daydream brought to life. 

That was until his mind snapped him back into the present. The super soldier was majestic on his feet in a fight, graceful yet utterly dangerous out on the field even with the pressure a mission came with. 

However to his utter bewilderment, you happened to be the most dangerous being he had ever come across, because in all of his years as a trained, professional assassin, Bucky had never, never, tripped over his own feet. 

And so, inevitably, Bucky’s face ungracefully met the asphalt of the outside track with an audible thunk. 

A collective of gasps, oo’s, and ah’s, rang around the large group. Bucky could physically feel the coating of red, hot embarrassment climbing up to his now scratched cheeks.  

Bucky couldn’t see the look of shame and pity on Sam’s face as he dropped his head into his hands. All he was capable of was fantasizing faking his own death and moving far, far away where no one who witnessed his fall could ever find him.  

With a painful, deep groan, Bucky managed to roll himself over. He couldn’t bear to open his eyes and allow himself to accept reality yet and so he kept them closed, waiting for the ground to swallow him up or for the beaming sun to slowly incinerate him, melt him into the ground with his shame and dignity. 

But instead of either of those, a shadow casted over him, the harsh brightness behind his eyelids dulling down. Slowly, he peeked an eye open, only for mortification to kick him in the gut when he found you standing over him. 

“You alright there, Soldier?” Your hands were set on your hips, those deliciously curved grooves of your body that he had shamelessly stared at one too many times during gym sessions. 

“Mhm,” he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing roughly. “Just peachy.” 

Even though you’d just seen him eat dirt, in front of hundreds of learning recruits and the rest of the avengers, your smile was kind as you held out your hand. “Need some help?” 

Bucky took your offering, sliding his clammy palm into your dry one and hoisted himself up with your grip. He hadn’t needed your help, he was a super soldier with a metal arm; an agility and strength beyond normal human ability. But he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to feel your soft skin against his. 

He couldn’t look you in the eye as he stood up, aware of your gaze glued to him. “Th-Thanks.” 

“It’s not a problem,” you said. “Although, you’ve got a few nasty looking cuts on your cheeks.” 

Bucky brought his left hand up to his face, hissing when the cool vibranium stung the open wounds. “Ah, it’s nothin’—don't worry about it. Nothing a few hours won’t fix.” 

You shook your head fondly. “Well, how about I walk you to the infirmary and we get some ointment on them? It wouldn’t hurt to be cautious.” 

Bucky choked on his own spit and snapped his eyes to yours. “W-We?” 

Your smile was blinding — so beautiful with an ability to stop time. At least for him anyway. “Yeah, why not? It looks like you could use a hand—y’know, since you’re a little clumsy on your feet today.” The cheeky smirk that followed your words almost sent him to an early grave.

His cheeks blazed. Bucky was sure he looked utterly stupid, with his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But he couldn’t help the effect you had on him. “I um—I— ha, I guess.” 

Your eyes glinted mischievously. “I’ll take that as a yes?” 

Not trusting his voice to hold steady, Bucky simply nodded. 

“Great,” you approved. “Just one question though, are we going to keep holding hands on the way?”

Looking down to the space between you, Bucky felt his mouth dry when he saw that he hadn’t yet released his hand from yours. “I’m—oh fuck—I’m so sorry.” 

Still, he made no move to slacken his grip. 

You tightened your lips, and he knew you were willing yourself not to laugh for his sake. Sam would have a fucking field day with this. 

Though to his surprise, instead of pulling away like he expected you to, you began pulling him along, hands still interweaved. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, Bucky.”  

His name on your lips was akin to a siren singing her song; dragging helpless seamen to their deaths. A thought crossed his mind then, that he didn’t think he would mind so much if he sank to his reckoning, not if your voice was the last thing he ever heard. 

“Okay.” Bucky followed you blindly, eyes glued to your conjoined hands and disbelieving of his luck. 

You had led the way towards the medbay and found a cozy, private room that the doctors used for small injuries. Bucky sat impatiently on the side of the medical bed, twiddling his thumbs and fidgeting restlessly. Never had he been so close to you, alone. 

Bucky internally prayed with all his faith that you couldn’t hear the rapid staccato of his heartbeat. He was sure if he was hooked up to a monitor, the doctors would be thoroughly concerned about his health. 

Finally having gathered all the supplies you deemed necessary along with a first aid box, you walked back over to the bed and dumped everything next to him. 

“So,” you began, an uneasy conspiratorial tone to your voice that weirdly reminded him of Sam. “Wanna tell me what happened out there?”  

“I—,” Bucky sheepishly scratched the back of his neck while his cheeks bloomed crimson red. “I must’ve just tripped over my own feet.” 

He tried to shrug off his nonchalance, but he knew by your raised eyebrow you didn’t believe him. “Somehow, I have a hard time believing a big, strong super soldier such as yourself has any trouble finding his footing.”

Before Bucky could muster up any other excuse but the truth, you ripped open the packet of a medical wipe and warned him, “I’m sorry. This is gonna sting.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said with bravado. 

Bucky wasn’t prepared for the twinkle in your eye as you mumbled under your breath, “I’m sure it isn’t, Sargeant.” 

The breath got knocked out of his lungs. Oh did that do things to him. 

Suddenly, vivid images of you spread out on his bed wearing nothing but his old army hat while you screamed out his rank ran wild in his mind. 

Luckily, you were too preoccupied with cleaning the dried blood of his wound to notice him discreetly palming the bulge in his athletic shorts, trying to hide the effect you had on him. 

“Are you certain there is absolutely no other reason as to why I’m playing nurse right now, then?” Your feline grin was sexy and scary. “No possible distractions that led you off path?” 

There was no way you could read minds, right? Bucky doubled down on his denial, shaking his head from side to side and letting the length of his hair hide the truth in his eyes. 

“I’ll take your word for it then.” You finished up and reached for the healing gel. “I know the serum enhances your ability to repair the cuts, but I’d still like to use this.” Looking into his eyes, you asked, “Only as long as you’re okay with that, of course.” 

Time stopped and the two of you were caught in the other’s gaze. It was such a small gesture, one you probably didn’t even realise meant the world to him. But you asked him for permission on something that would affect his autonomy and if Bucky didn’t already have a hundred ways he was falling for you, that would have been the cherry on top. 

“Yeah,” he breathed airily. “Yeah, I’m good with it, doll.” 

Unseen to him before, you ducked your head and sweeped your hair behind your ear and if Bucky didn’t know any better, he was sure you were shy. 

He couldn’t help the large grin he sported. He was always so enamored with you, quick to falter in your presence and become unsure of himself. Right now though, a small bout of bravery returned. “Ready when you are,” he cheekily murmured. 

You hastily rushed to compose yourself. Clearing your throat, you squeezed the tube of gel, allowing a small drop of the cool liquid on the tip of your finger and stepped between his legs to gently dab it onto his cuts. 

“Okay, you’re all fixed up now.” With a last swipe of his forehead, you smiled. “Don’t worry, Buck. You still look handsome.” 

He tugged his plump bottom lip between his teeth. “You think I’m handsome?”

You giggled. “I would be blind if I didn’t.” 

Bucky blinked at you slowly, still processing your words and trying to calm the excited bubble rising in his throat. 

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, don’t act all coy, Bucky. You must have heard the whispers of the recruits. They stare at you all the time, whispering and giggling to each other.” 

With the most confidence he had ever mustered up, he responded, “Truthfully, I’m too busy staring at someone else to notice, doll.” 

The shock of his sudden boldness was glaringly obvious on your face — it was you this time who held your mouth open, lost for words. 

Bucky’s body screamed at him to tell you that he was in fact head over heels for you. That had he known falling over in front of the full compound would lead him within a hair’s breadth away from you, he’d do it all over again. 

But you seemed to recover after a couple of seconds, clearing your throat and making yourself busy to avoid his eyes. “So, I’ve got another question.” 

“Oh?” Bucky cocked his head. 

“Yeah.” You smiled while placing everything back into the first aid box as you found it. “I’ve been hearing a few rumours around the compound recently.” 

Bucky’s stomach dropped with dread. 

“You wouldn’t know anything about those, would you?” 

“I—” Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have no idea what you mean.” 

“Oh,” you hummed. “So it’s not true then? You don’t have a crush on me?” 

Fuck.

Panicking, Bucky scoffed, though it came off sounding too pathetic, too breezy. “Me? Have a crush on you? That’s—Ha! Nope. No way. Not at all.” 

He watched as you nodded to yourself. Internally, he was begging for the floor to swallow him while he cringed at his own stupidity. 

“Well,” you shrugged. “That’s a shame, I guess.”  

Bucky’s head shot up, eyes wide and shock written over his features. “E-Excuse me?” 

“Oh, it's nothing really.” There was a sparkle in your eye that screamed trouble. “You said you didn’t have a crush on me, so it doesn’t matter.” 

Within seconds, Bucky jumped off the bed and leapt towards you, not even noticing how he had grabbed your hands. “Doll, please. You can’t leave a guy hanging like that.” 

Playfully rolling your eyes, you dramatically exhaled and decided to put him out of his misery. “Leave you hanging? Damn, Buck. It’s not as if I’ve been waiting patiently for you to ask me out for months or anything like that.” 

The air became humid and stuffy and suddenly the clothes attached to Bucky’s body felt too tight and restricting. “You—What now?” 

You rolled your lips inwards, trying to smother your laughter. “Bucky, honey,” you gently murmured. “I’ve heard what the others have been gossiping about. I’ve definitely heard Sam telling the team about your crush on me.” 

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “That fuckin’ punk.” 

You squeezed his hands reassuringly and offered him a warm smile when he looked at you. “I’ve just been waiting to hear it from the horse's mouth himself.” 

Bucky’s eyes darted between yours, trying to find any hint of decievement. “You’re serious.”

“Mhm,” you whispered. “Deadly.” 

It took him a couple of seconds to let the new information sink in. Clearing his throat, Bucky untightened his fierce grip on your hands and hesitantly slid them down to latch onto your waist. “So,” he mumbled. “Say if I asked you out to dinner tonight… You wouldn’t tell me I’m a fool and break my heart into a million pieces?” 

Butterflies erupted in Bucky’s stomach at the sensation of your hands sliding over his chest to rest against his neck. “No, Bucky,” you chuckled. “I would tell you that I’m looking forward to our first date, tonight. Nowhere fancy, just casual. Six o’clock sharp.” 

Bucky smiled, all beaming and ecstatic. “I wouldn’t dream of being late.” 

“Good.” You leaned up onto your tip toes and ghosted your lips over his ear. “See you very soon then, Sargeant.” 

Tingles shot down Bucky’s spine and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He fought tooth and nail to crush the moan that rose up his throat and in his internal struggle, he missed how you’d sneakily slipped out of his hold and started to saunter towards the door. 

He almost begged you to come back; the thought of having to wait for you until the evening was unbearable. But those pesky butterflies that invaded his stomach came back strong and fierce as his gaze became glued to the sway of your hips and the sweet perfume that lingered in your exit. 

“Oh,” you stopped suddenly at the doorway and looked over your shoulder. “One more thing. Don’t go tripping over again, you hear me?” You raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Can’t have you falling for me.”

Your damn smirk was intoxicating and Bucky thought himself the luckiest fella alive to be the one taking you out. He licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have a little trouble with that request, Ma’am.” 

The clench of your thighs was unmissable. The way your eyes dilated called to him. Bucky had more game than he realised and he kept that new information tucked safely into the corner of his mind for a later date. 

You didn’t reply. You didn’t need to. Your actions told Bucky everything he needed to know and so he wiggled his fingers with a huge grin locked onto his face and watched you longingly as you left his sight. 

The minute he couldn’t hear your footsteps any longer, Bucky pumped his fist up into the air and began dancing on the spot. 

In his own bubble of happiness, he didn’t hear the footsteps of a new person entering the hallway. Only when an amused clearing of the throat echoed from the doorway did Bucky abruptly stop his dancing and slowly swivel to the intruder. 

Sam stood there, all cocky and mirthful with a shit eating grin on his face. “About time you bagged the girl, man. Dont’cha think?” 

Instantly, Bucky growled and grabbed the closest apparatus. With a pair of medical scissors, he charged towards Sam, who was quick to wipe the smirk off his face and skid out of the room with a scream. 

[lanitalay]

Supernatural 2

in which you encounter a couple of hunters on a case

Azriel x reader

a/n: babes I'm alive. I have been traveling for a while and have not had the mental capacity to write anything but here is a lil fic to remind you I'm still here lol

warnings: angst, canon typical violence

wordcount:1.5k

Part 1

When three loud knocks rattle the dingy motel room door, Azriel rolls his eyes. He noticed you left your keys behind and when you did not come back he assumed you had gone to Dean. The night was spent in itchy sheets, tossing and turning to the thought of you in another’s bed. Before he opened the door, he steeled his face, wiping away any semblance of care or concern. 

“Open up, pretty boy!” 

Weird. “Dean?” 

“Is y/n with you?” The eldest Winchester barges in. “Y/n!”

“I thought she was with you.” Guilt bites Azriel’s mouth as Dean shows him the cracked screen of a phone. Your phone. “Where did you find that?” Your partner snatches it out of the practical stranger’s hands. 

“Sammy and I went to the lobby to ask for more shampoo because someone refuses to get a haircut.” Sam huffs and finishes the explanation “there was nobody there, but we found her phone. It looked like it had been thrown against the wall or something.” 

Azriel couldn’t understand. Had you gotten that fed up with him? Had last night been the last straw for you? Had you broken your phone, the only thing keeping you on the grid, to spite him? He could almost hear you say “have it your way.” 

“Azriel?” Sam’s voice shakes him. 

“She left.”

“What?” It was Dean this time, bewildered. “Listen, we looked around the desk and found the ledger. Take a look.” Azriel’s mind was reeling and this guy wanted him to look at a ledger? He strained his eyes to focus on the wonky lettering. Amelia Johnson, Benjamin Parker, Chloe Thompson, Dominic Rodriguez, Emma Smith, Finnegan O'Connor…

“Why are you showing me this?” His world had just fallen apart and these guys wanted to work a case? 

Dean groans.“Clearly Y/n is the brains in your operation, take a closer look.”

Azriel rereads: Room 9, Amelia Johnson, Benjamin Parker, Chloe Thompson, Dominic Rodriguez, Emma Smith, Finnegan O'Connor, Azriel Singer, Y/n Y/l/n.

Oh. 

Crap. 

“Crap, crap, crap.” You take in the gray bodies of people you had been trying to save for a week. Your arm hurt, a lot. Because of how you were tied you couldn’t look to see what had been done to it. But based on how your vision blurred at the edges, you deduced that blood had been drawn and based on how difficult it was to breathe, it had been a lot. 

The motel attendant walks in. With all the strength you can muster you spit at it. For what it did to those people, for what this would do to Azriel. He flashes his fangs. A warning.

“I must say, your blood is particularly delectable.” He rips your sore arm from its binding and jams a needle in it. Blinding pain shoots to your neck, up to your throat and a meek whimper escapes you. It was like he pierced your soul. For a second you think he’s draining more than just blood. Before a coherent thought can form your consciousness gives way to darkness. 

“She’s gotta be here. There must be a basement or cellar or backroom or-” Azriel is rambling, scouring through files and cursing himself for not having the blueprints to the motel. He had spent so much time in the archives and didn’t even think to get them. 

“Azriel, she’ll be ok. We will search this place up and down until we find her. But right now we have to sharpen our machetes and come up with a plan.” Sam said while Dean had already begun working on his weapon. 

An hour later they had set out to the lobby.

No one was at the front desk. The hunters quickly made their way to the back room. It was set up as an office. Papers piled sky high, most of them blank. Sam opened a door labeled “storage” and cursed when he shone a flashlight down a steep set of stairs. “Guys, over here.” He whispered. Vampires are heavy sleepers, especially after a meal but they needed to be careful. Azriel tightens his grip on his machete and follows Sam down, Dean watching his back. 

When they reach the landing, distant snoring lets them know they are not alone. There are two doors. Sam presses his ear against one and nods to the others, confirming that it's clear. He opens it, cringing at the squeak. Every damn hinge in this place is rusty. Azriel walks in, flashlight landing on a limp figure. A silhouette he could recognize anywhere, even as it was awkwardly hunched forward. He goes to check your pulse and sighs when he finds it. Weak, but there. 

“Hey, y/n, it's me. We’re gonna get you out of here.” Azriel whispers to your unconscious form while he tears through the ropes that secure you to the chair. Sam and Dean at your flank. He cuts through the bindings of your right arm, cursing to see it discolored, practically  mauled. When he moves it from your back to your front you shriek. Even with the gentleness of his touch your limb felt like it was on fire. The shriek turned into muffled moaning as Azriel covered your mouth with his hand. “Shhh, shhh, we have to be quiet.” 

But the warning was issued in vain. The motel attendant and the janitor were in the room in a matter of seconds. Engaging both winchesters in combat. “Get her out, Az!” Dean shouted through the slashing of machetes against the metal chair the vampire was using as a weapon. 

“I’m sorry if this hurts.” Azriel apologizes as he cuts through the last of the rope and picks you up, aiming to lunge up the stairs. Before he can begin the climb though, the janitor throws Sam across the room and into the pair of you. Azriel does his best to shield your head from the blow. In the beat that it takes Sam to recover the janitor is on you, yanking you away from Azriel and piercing the delicate flesh of your neck with its fangs. 

It's all Azriel sees as he storms forward, swinging his machete like a Tasmanian devil. The janitor is so enthralled by your blood he reacts too late to the blow that severs his head from his body. Your legs give out and Azriel lurches forward to catch you, looking back to Sam who says “go, I’ll finish the job with Dean.”

You woke up in pain. But you woke up in a bed to worried hazel eyes. “Az? Az! The manager and the janitor-”

“I know, Sam and Dean are dealing with them now.” 

“And the people..?”

He shook his head. It was a confirmation of what you had already known, but it did not hurt any less.

Azriel laid down next to you, offering his shoulder for you to lean on. Quiet tears streamed down your face. It was long before he broke the silence “we need to get you to a hospital.” 

Just then, Sam and Dean walked back, covered in blood and clothes tattered to bits. 

“That last sucker put up one hell of a fight.” 

“I’m gonna take y/n to the hospital, thank you for every-”

Dean waved his hands “no no, we got a guy for that. Let me call Cas.”

Azriel and you share a look before you ask. “You know Cass?” 

Sam and Dean share a look. “You know Cas?” 

“We know Cass, but you wouldn’t actually call him for medical attention.”

“Then it’s not the same Cas. Give me a minute.” He never takes out his phone but before you can remark on the effectiveness of his call a flash of light blinds you and at the foot of the bed stands a stoic man in a trench coat.

“What the hell…” 

“Castiel this is Azriel and Y/n. Guys this is Cas, he’s an angel.” Dean’s shit eating grin makes you want to slap him. 

“Dean said that you needed healing?”

You look at your bloodied body and nod.

“This will hurt, but it will be over quickly.” He places a hand on your head and molten energy courses through your veins. It feels like your body will combust from it. In a second it's over though and you are left in a panting mess, no gashes anywhere on your body. 

You pack up quickly after that. Promising the boys you will stay in touch and reach out if you ever need help. 

Soon enough you and Azriel are back in the front seat on his truck. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yeah?”

“About last night-”

“I know.”  You lean into him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I think there's a case in Florida, I was just reading an article about…” 

You knew the conversation had to happen at some point. Someone was bound to give in or to give up. But there were monsters out there and also, apparently, angels.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower With Petals of Flame: part fourteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, threats, swearing, and mentions of murder

Part thirteen Part fifteen

Tag list: open

Y/N has a bit of a break down, and while comforting her, Eris explains that he loves her, despite what he has said in the past.

I winnow all of us to the tree between the spring and autumn court that Eris and I always used to meet at.

Sam starts to scope out the area, as I knew he would, and I take the opportunity to slip farther into the trees.

Eris follows me after a minute, finding me leaning against a tree, trying to keep from having a complete breakdown.

“Hey, it’s okay.”  Eris spoke softly, taking me into his arms and petting my hair as I rested my head against his shoulder.

“He hates me.  They are all going to hate me.”  I whisper as tears start to fall.

He hugged me tighter.  “That’s they’re loss then, because you, Y/N, are the most amazing, caring, strong, and brilliant person to have ever lived.”  He says softly, and I look up into his eyes, and they are depthless as they swirl with emotion.  “Anyone who can’t see that, isn’t worth your pain.”

Leaning down, he made to kiss me, but I dodged, my voice watery as I spoke, pushing out of his arms, “No Eris.”

He looked surprised, and a little hurt.  “Y/N?”

I shook my head, wiping away tears with shaking hands.  “I can’t do this right now- I can’t- I know that this-”  I wave my hand at the two of us, “was never supposed to be serious, but if we aren’t going to be more, I can’t do the kisses and one night stands anymore.”

I hide my face in my hands and let out a muffled laugh.  “I’m just a fucking mess, aren’t I?”

His warm hands gently pry mine away from my face.

“If anyone here is a mess, I am Y/N.”

He takes my face in his hands, leaning down to rest his forehead against mine.  “I love you.”

My heart burns, and I force myself to speak, to make sure he meant it, “But- but you told me that you didn’t-”

He shudders, and I just want to pull him closer, drop the whole conversation and soothe him.

But his words from so many years ago echo in my head.

“I didn’t mean that.  Any of it.  Let me explain.”  His chest heaves as he pleads, “please.”

I nod silently, and he starts talking…

Eris pov, a week before Y/N’s death:

I stormed out of my father’s private office.  I knew I would pay for the disrespect later, but currently I couldn’t give a shit.

“I don’t know why you’ve decided to fuck some Illyrian whore, but you will cut it off.  Or I will cut her up.”

My father was not a humorous person, and the only time he made jokes was when he knew he had won.

Of course, I hadn’t found it funny.

I had completely erupted into flames, shocking Beron as I almost burnt him to a crisp.

This had never happened before.  Beron’s sons didn’t retaliate or fall out of line.  It simply wasn’t done.

The words he shouted after as I made a speedy exit haunted me.

“You are a Vanssa! I will not have you sullying our good name with some whore.”

Y/n’s not a fucking whore.  She’s a beautiful, strong female, and there was only ever going to be one of her.

And my father was going to kill her.

I wouldn’t let that happen, I decide as I’m running down the halls.

I don’t know how he found out about her in the first place, but there was only one thing I could think of to keep her safe.

She was beautiful.  My heart aches as I walk up to our meeting spot, seeing you sitting against the tree with a radiant grin on your face, hair done up in ribbons and a dress on.

You never wore dresses.  At least, out here where your father couldn’t see.

I force myself to smile as I walk up, even as my heart screams in pain, screams at me to lift you up and profess my love and ask you to run away with me.

But I cannot leave.  We would never escape our fathers.

I should have known this would never last, but I had hoped, foolishly, that maybe we could have our happy ending.

“Eris!”  You exclaim, shooting to your feet as you rush to me, throwing your arms around me.

I let myself pull you tighter to me for only a moment, memorizing the way you smell, you feel, the smile you wear.

You pull away, and before I can say a word, you launch into a speech.

“Eris, I know that this is strange, and sudden, and so totally bizarre, but I need to ask you something.”  You say, words coming fast and excitedly frantic.

“Run away with me.” Your eyes are wide as you say it, grabbing my hands in yours.

My throat burns, and my stomach twists into knots as my face falls.

You let go, backing up a step as you see my reaction.  “I’m sorry, you don’t have to say anything right now.  Maybe it was-”

“I don’t love you.”  I say, the words gutting something vital in me.

You freeze, your face blank as you process the words.  “What?”

“We are friends.  That’s it.  I mean, we’ve had some fun, but that was all it was.  Fun.”

I hate myself for the words, for the disinterested expression I have plastered onto my face, for the look of absolute pain that spreads across her face.

“So-”  She stopped, taking a deep breath and I watched as her eyes grew steely.  “You could have said something sooner.”  She rebuffed quickly.

I shrug, everything in me screaming as my heart tore itself apart.  “Maybe.”

She studied me for a moment, before whispering, “Fuck you Eris.”  She turned and strode out of the clearing.

I didn’t move for quite some time.

Y/N’s pov, present:

My heart aches as he finishes telling me his perspective of that day, of why he said those things.

“I love you Y/N, and the day-”  His jaw works as he closes his eyes, speaking softly, “The day you died, I went looking for you.  I was going to tell you the whole truth.”

Tears start to streak down my face once more, and I bring my hands up to Eris’s face to try and soothe him.

“I love you too.”  I whisper, only for him to hear.

Leaning down, he took my lips in his, and I melted into his embrace.

After a lifetime of pretending to be soft, and unguarded, it was nice to actually feel that way.

Like I didn’t have to be anyone but myself, and I would still be loved.

I like it.

[little-diable]

Mine to Claim - Dean Winchester (smut)

While I'm still wondering if I should write for James Beaufort, I decided to run with the enemies to lovers theme for Dean. I know y'all love jealous Dean as much as I do. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader wants Sam to have a nice birthday, but all she can focus on is Dean, the man she had always sworn to hate, the man who gets all possessive as soon as somebody else finds her interesting enough to chat her up.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, thigh riding, full on jealous Dean, Dean's a bit of a dick in the beginning, possessiveness, fluffy end

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (about 4k words)

“A party? And who should we invite, huh?” Dean’s voice filled the library. He had his feet placed on the table, arms crossed in front of his chest while nursing his second beer of the night. 

(Y/n) had her eyes focused on the laptop, typing away as she tried to pierce ideas together to celebrate Sam’s birthday. But while she was set on putting something special together, trying to trap the man she couldn’t stand into helping her, Dean could only give room to annoying comments. 

“How about some werewolves, vampires maybe or a wendigo to make this exciting!” Sarcasm dripped from Dean’s words, leaving her groaning as she finally looked at the handsome Winchester brother. The two of them had never been fans of one another, but while (y/n) generally tried to keep her distance, Dean was set on annoying her at any given chance. She had lost count of the dates he had ruined for her, the friendships she had tried to build but had been torn down by him, no matter what she tried to do, Dean was always right there to cross her plans.

“Have you always been such an asshole or have you just not outgrown your teenager phase yet?” She shifted her weight onto her forearms while staring at Dean as if he was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. His eyes had a twinkle to them as he mimicked her movements, taking his feet off the table to lean further towards her. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart, we both know you enjoy our dynamic more than you let others believe. You have never been good at hiding your crush on me.” The angry scoff clawing through (y/n) forced a chuckle out of Dean, who looked at her as if he had just goaled a win. Whenever he managed to rile her up, to get her angrier by the second, his smirk would grow as if he was proud of himself for getting under her skin like that. 

“Fuck you, Dean!” She rose to her feet, unexpectedly to Dean who now studied her with confusion laced in his gaze. “I’ll just take Sam out for dinner, anywhere without you near will be good enough.” 

(Y/n) tried to walk past him with angry tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t manage to get far, forced to a halt by the hand clamping down on her wrist. Dean stared up at her with an unreadable expression, shooting shudders down her spine while she tried to rip herself free. Something inside of her told her that he was close to apologising, urged on by the guilt he may feel, but the moment passed within seconds, forcing his smirk back to his lips.

“Dream of me tonight, sweetheart. But first, tell me, do you still sleep in my shirt?” The angry huff clawing through her made Dean chuckle, watching her rip herself free before storming out of the room. Her heart was aching in her chest, pounding against her ribs while her feet carried her towards her room. 

With her laptop tossed onto her bed, (y/n) allowed her tears to fall, urged on by her anger and confusion, torn between the way she had always detested Dean and the silent longing for him and his closeness. God, she hated him, hated him more than words could ever express, and yet a small, fucked up part of her wanted him and every part of him. 

It was time to finally get over Dean Winchester and the confusing emotions he pushed through her. 

……

“Thank you for this, (y/n). This is by far the best birthday I ever had.” Sam squeezed her shoulder as she looked up at him with a proud grin. She shot Sam another smile before she let her gaze wander, finding Dean’s frame. Even though she had tried to lure Sam away from his brother, knowing that the night wouldn’t end well if she and Dean would have to spend it together, Sam had begged her to take his brother with them, ending up at this very bar.

“Let me get you another beer, birthday boy. I’ll be back in a second.” (Y/n) rose to her feet with an unwavering smile, pushing past a few people to reach the bar. Music rang in her ears, not loud enough to leave her body buzzing, yet just enough to distract her from her wandering thoughts. 

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice forced her attention away from the bartender, waiting for her to make her way towards (y/n). A guy was standing close to her, he was a bit taller than her, a handsome face she smiled at. “Is that your boyfriend?”

He tilted his head towards Sam, leaving her chuckling as (y/n) shook her head no. A relieved smile managed to find its way to the guy’s lips, he was visibly relaxing while taking a step closer. Even though her body begged her to chase the distance, her mind urged her to stay right where she was, reminding her of her promise to finally find a distraction from Dean Winchester.

“Are you from around here?” She kept her voice quiet as she studied the guy, the plaid shirt he wore and those dark jeans that had a similar touch to the ones Dean currently wore. For a second, she let her eyes wander, not paying attention to the words the guy spoke, but Dean was nowhere to be found, disappearing from her sight. 

“It’s my friend’s birthday today, so I’ll have to get back to him.” (Y/n) mumbled while she shot the guy another smile. She turned towards the bartender to speak her order before the guy could gain her attention again, with his phone in his hand.

“Give me your number, maybe I can take you out for dinner or something?” The soft chuckle leaving her made him smile, watching her type her number into his phone before reaching for the two bottles of beer. She took a step away from him, with her gaze still focused on him, but the second she turned away, (y/n) stumbled into a broad chest, having to tighten her grasp on the bottles before she could drop them. 

Wide eyes found a pair of familiar green ones, getting lost in the darkening pupils for a moment or two. Dean’s jaw muscles were ticking in anger as his gaze flickered between (y/n) and the guy she had been talking to. It took her a moment to rip herself out of her frozen state before she tried to push past Dean, though without any luck. 

“What did he want from you?” Dean’s voice had something to it she couldn’t pinpoint, something that left her insides churning; something that left her straightening her spine. Her eyes wandered over his angry features, allowing her to take in his handsome features. If he weren’t such an asshole to her, she would have instantly fallen hard for him, begging the man for a chance to love him like he deserved to be loved. 

“That’s nothing of your concern, Dean. Let me go.” But Dean didn’t give in, he tightened his grip on her arm to pull her even closer. 

“Oh, but we both know that it is, sweetheart.” She couldn’t find a reply, the words were stolen right from her as his lips graced her warm cheek with his eyes set on the guy who was still watching the two. And with another squeeze of her arm, he finally let go of her, only to gently push her into Sam’s direction. 

……

She woke with a groan, forcing her eyes open to take in the darkness surrounding her. Slowly, (y/n) rolled onto her side to reach for her phone, reading the time. It was in the middle of the night, only a few hours after they had found their way back home from the bar. 

Since that moment with Dean, (y/n) had been deep in thought, not understanding the way he had behaved at the bar. She crawled out of her bed with a sigh, set on grabbing a new glass of water to clear her thoughts. Still surrounded by darkness, she made her way to the kitchen, carried by tired limbs that begged her to make it back to bed. 

“I knew you were still stealing my shirts.” Dean’s voice left her jumping, ripping a squeal out of her as she turned towards him. He was leaning against the table, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes set on her frame. Heat rose to her features as she remembered that she was once again wearing a shirt of his, and nothing more. 

“You jerk, why do you always have to scare me like that?” He walked closer to her, allowing her to find his pupils. His chest was almost pushed against hers while he wordlessly stared down at (y/n). She was close to speaking up again, set on throwing another insult his way to get herself out of this situation before she could say or do something stupid. But the second his hands found her waist to heave her onto the cold kitchen island, she forgot every word she had planned to speak. 

“Did that guy call you?” His voice was raspy, making goosebumps appear on her exposed skin. (Y/n) could barely focus on his voice, distracted by the feeling of Dean lingering between her spread thighs and the way he grasped her hips with his big hands. 

“Maybe he did, so what?” His tongue kissed his teeth while he pondered over her words, staring at (y/n) with something she’d dream of for a while. It felt like heaven and hell were clashing, forcing them to balance a strong energy neither had felt before. It drew them closer with every passing second, growing between them while both could only endure its strength. 

“You’ll lose his number.” It was a simple command, words that drew a soft laugh out of (y/n) while she shook her head no. A laugh that lost its strength as Dean’s big hand found her throat, forcing her to quiet down. Her pupils grew wider at the touch, drawing a shaky breath out of (y/n). “He’ll never have you.”

“And you will?” She could only whisper her question, words that left Dean smirking as he dipped his head down. He was close to kissing her, lips ghosting over hers while her heart picked up its beat. 

“We both know that I already have you.” With one last squeeze of her throat, Dean pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips before letting go of her. (Y/n) was at loss for words, could only watch him take another step away from her with his teeth buried in his grinning lower lip, front still turned in her direction. 

(Y/n) needed a handful of seconds before she snapped into motion, jumping off the metallic kitchen island to haul herself into his space, lips finding his with her arms wrapped around his neck. Dean instantly replied to the kiss with one hand placed on her waist and the other cupping the back of her head to keep her close. Their tongues met to deepen the kiss, leaving both groaning at the new sensation. 

“I belong to nobody and if you keep on being such an asshole to me, you’ll be the last person to ever have me.” She mumbled the words against his lips before pushing him away, leaving Dean breathless while she walked back to her room with a smile glued to her slightly swollen lips. 

……

Music filled her room, cozying (y/n) along while she was reading. It had been hours since her kiss with Dean, a memory that left her buzzing with nerves whenever her mind took her back to those minutes. She was proud of herself for finding the confidence at that time, for pushing him away after a kiss she longed to experience again. 

His lips had felt all too soft, a perfect kiss she had always read of in books but had never experienced herself–until that very moment. He had tasted of beer and home, a strange sensation she hadn’t been able to shake so far. 

A soft knock forced her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering towards her door to watch Dean step into the room. They hadn’t shared a single word since that kiss, while she had hid herself in her room, Dean had given her enough space to sort through the chaos both were stuck in now. 

He closed the door behind himself before walking towards her bed. (Y/n) could only watch as he plopped down on her bed, gently taking her book to place it on her nightstand before pulling her into his chest. She could hear his heart racing as both were laying there in silence. 

“What are you doing, Dean?” (Y/n) shifted on his chest, eyes finding his while he kept his hand placed on her side. He stayed quiet, seemingly deep in thought with his eyes set on the ceiling rather than her face. 

(Y/n) barely allowed herself to properly look at Dean, to take in the beauty of the man who made her feel the most confusing emotions imaginable. She wanted to count his freckles, every single one of them reminding her of a galaxy million of lightyears away, each telling its own story. She wanted to get lost in the green eyes reminding her of a forest that had seen the most gruesome things and yet still managed to offer a home to those needing shelter. She wanted to kiss those plush lips again that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.

“I,” he cleared his throat as if he was trying to rip himself out of a trap, forcing his eyes back down to meet hers. “Somewhere along the way, since meeting you, I’ve realised that it’s much easier to rile you up, to annoy you and have you as an enemy rather than admit my feelings to you but also to myself. From the first day we met you at that diner, I knew I had found my match, the one who finally belongs to me. But fuck, my anxiety got the best of me, and I began spiralling. It was fucking immature of me, but I couldn’t stop, not as long as I couldn’t accept that I’ve loved you for years.” 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pondered over his confession, the words that cut deeper than she liked to admit. Dean’s thumb wiped away her falling tear while tightening his grip on her. Both were choked up, struggling to keep on speaking as silence engulfed them once again. The seconds kept fading by, moments she desperately needed to sort through her confusion, the words she wanted to speak but was unsure of. 

“And you’re ready to accept it now?” (Y/n)’s voice trembled, buzzing through her body like lightning set on burning holes into her skin. Dean’s hand stroked up her spine until he found the back of her neck, pressing (y/n) close to kiss her softly. It took her a few seconds to let her lips move, tongues meeting much slower than they had for their first kiss.

“If you’ll let me love you like you deserve to be loved, I am ready to accept it and fight for it.” A part of her knew that she should leave his side, kick him out of the room, and curse him for thinking she’d ever give him a chance, but the other, bigger part, begged her to give in, to finally grasp this chance she had silently hoped for whenever her anger turned into desperation and longings. 

“Kiss me, Dean.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Dean dipped his head down to kiss her with one hand finding her cheek. It wasn’t a soft kiss, fuelled by unspoken emotions and longings, and yet both took their time to properly explore their newfound territory. Carefully, Dean pushed her off his chest to hover over her with one leg finding its way between her thighs.

They didn’t break the kiss as he softly pressed his thigh against her heat, drawing a moan from (y/n) at the sudden contact. Heat buzzed through her body, down her spine and straight to her pulsing bundle. (Y/n) tried to push herself closer, moving with just enough strength to moan once again. 

“Can you make yourself cum on my thigh, sweetheart? Show me how much you need to be touched.” Her eyes found his stormy ones, getting lost in the rich colour for a second before a shaky exhale left her. (Y/n) pulled Dean down for another kiss while she moved against his thigh again, supported by him as he met her movements with more urgency.

Her body was burning, shaking from the excitement she couldn’t let go of; the anticipation pushing her towards the edge she’d fall from at least two times that day. Dean kissed his way down her throat, sucking on the spots that made her arch her back off the mattress. Goosebumps covered her body while she lost grip on reality, allowing her body to move without her mind’s guidance while searching for that high she could already feel creeping closer. 

“Such a good girl, look at how perfect you look, fuck, I can’t wait to see you all done with my cock buried inside of you.” He rasped the words against her ear, forcing (y/n)’s hands to find his forearms to hold on, clawing her fingernails into his skin. She was close already, about to let go with his name rolling off her tongue as the fabric offered just enough friction to make her gasp. 

His name rolled off her tongue as she came, eyes squeezed shut, back arched, toes curled. Dean could only stare down at her, mesmerised by the sight he’d take to the grave, forever remembering the first time he made her cum. With his lips meeting hers again, he managed to rip her out of her hazy daze, forcing her hands to move as they tugged on his shirt. 

They parted for a moment, allowing Dean to get rid of his shirt and his trousers, while she mimicked his movements, undressing herself with trembling fingers. Her mind was racing, leaving her buzzing as it slowly began to dawn on her what was about to happen, that she was about to let the man she had hated for years fuck her. 

“Tell me you want this as much as I do. I won’t touch you otherwise.” Dean’s murmured words made a smile widen on her lips. Even though she struggled to reply, eyes and mind fully focused on his naked body, the muscles she wanted to kiss, the cock that grew harder with every passing second, she parted her swollen lips. 

“I want you, Dean, mark me up.” With his grin glued to his lips, he watched her reach for a condom, rolling it down his cock to draw a soft groan from him. They held eye contact as he positioned himself on top of her, letting his fingers brush through her dripping slit for a moment before finally pushing into her. 

Groans and moans left the two at the new sensation, with her walls fluttering around him and his cock disappearing further and further inside of her. Dean pressed his forehead against hers as a deep exhale left her as if she needed to relax, to tell herself that everything was alright. He moved slowly, careful at first, giving (y/n) enough time to adjust while their bodies kept meeting with every thrust. 

“Fuck, you feel so perfect.” Dean’s words drew a small chuckle out of (y/n). Her arms found their way around his neck, letting her fingernails scratch at his skin on their way up his neck. The second she found his roots to tug on them, Dean added more speed to his thrusts, set on leaving marks just like she had asked him to. 

She was about to moan his name, about to beg Dean to move faster, but the sound of her ringing phone forced her attention away from him. For a second, his pace began to falter, but then a smirk widened on his lips. 

“Who is it?” Her wide eyes found their way back to his. 

“The guy from the bar.” She was breathless, struggled to reply while a desperate whine left her. She needed Dean to move again, to push her closer to the edge with his cock buried deep inside of her. 

“Pick up.” Confusion was laced in her gaze as she watched Dean reach for the phone. He answered the call before he pushed it into her direction. They held eye contact as he began to move once again, fucking her even deeper than before.

“Hi, (y/n). I wanted to ask if you’re free tonight? I’d like to take you out for dinner.” (Y/n) struggled to stop her moans from leaving her, not wanting to give away what she and Dean were currently doing–even though Dean was clearly set on proving to the guy that she was now taken. 

“Hi, listen,” Dean’s thrust met her swollen spot the second she began speaking, drawing a moan from her she couldn’t bite down. Embarrassment was about to flush through her, widening her pupils while Dean’s smirk kept growing bigger. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Another moan left her as Dean met that spot again and again, letting the phone fall from her hands while hoping that the guy would simply hang up. No longer could she care about anything but the way Dean fucked her, letting his fingers meet her pulsing bundle to give her the needed push. 

“Cum for me, baby.” His lips met hers as she came, swallowing her moans while he fucked her through the sensation. (Y/n)’s body was buzzing, trembling beneath Dean as he searched his own high with fast thrusts that left her whimpering. He came with a groan moments later, thrown over the edge. 

“Fuck, that was something.” His husky words left her chuckling. She watched him roll off her to get rid of the condom before finding his way back to her bed. Dean’s warmth engulfed her, his arms pulled her against his chest as he pressed a kiss to her hairline. 

“We still have to talk about all of this.” (Y/n) whispered words drew a hum from Dean, who found himself being pulled back into his hazy thoughts. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, I promise, sweetheart.” Her eyes flickered up to meet his, studying the unreadable expression he wore. 

“As long as you keep touching me like that I’m sure we’ll find a way.”