#side note: i didn't even know that i needed long haired kit until this moment........

[wikitpowers]

day 12849373038392 of this art messing me up

guys we will be getting older brother!kit in twp...

(and it will wreck me)

artist: @lariablog

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

↳ summary: ellie finally finds out why alec is so uncomfortable around hospitals

↳ warnings: a hospital environment, mentions of needles (ew ew ew)

↳ notes: a com for my friend @snekdoodl !! find my coms here!

↳ song: mary—alex g

masterlist!

It was so cold here.

The infirmary was always cold to him. And not just in the traditional sense. It was filled with crying families and stone faced nurses tending to patients long gone. Full of shitty cafeteria food and hours upon hours of staring at beige walls waiting for either the worst of news or the best. Often it was the former.

Alec supposed he really needed to stop ending up here.

From his lonely room, he could hear a lot. Squeaky carts of medical equipment rolling down the halls, all the way to the dusgruntled murmurs of visitors trying to see their loved ones.

And for the past hour he had been listening to a specific one.

"I don't see why I can't visit him! He's my partner for christ sake!" Ellie snapped at a nurse for the umpeenth time, successfully frustrated.

The woman's hair was unruly, and her fury unmatched by none. She had been standing at the front desk for quite a while now demanding to see Alec. They had been in the middle of investigating a case when he had collapsed, and she was eager to see him.

"Ma'am—" The receptionist drawled, looking as uninterested as possible, "—you must wait to see your husband until we can finish taking care of him."

"He's not my—I'm not his—we're not—" She groaned, "I just want to know what room he's in."

"Room 62, but—"

By the time the receptionist had looked up from her computer, Ellie was already gone. Stomping up and down the hospital coradors until the faded gold numbers 62 stared her directly in the face.

She didn't have to walk very far into it to spot who she was looking for.

"Miller." Alec grumbled lowly, clutching his side as he sat himself up. He didn't look surprised to see her.

"Sir." Ellie responded, coming over to sit at his side. She took a brief look at all the beeping machines around him before flitting her gaze back to his face. He really didn't look well.

"Are you alright?" She started off with, unsure of what else to ask now that she had barged her way into his room.

"Er, yeah. I will be." Was all he offered in response.

A pregnant pause settled over the room. For a brief moment the only sounds came from the surrounding medical equipment.

"Could you hand me that kit over there, Miller?" Alex broke the silence. He was quick to gesture to the bedside table on his right with a bag on it, conveniently just out of his reach. Ellie nodded slowly, picking the thing up and handing it to him.

She watched as he awkwardly took the contents out, pulling a needle out of the plastic container before sticking it in a bottle of liquid.

"Sir—?" She went to ask, but paused when he grunted uncomfortably.

"I've been wanting to tell you for a while." Alec went on as he continued with whatever it was he was doing. Not sparing a glance at her. "But I didn't exactly know how. I suppose now is a better time than ever."

"I'm not sure I follow." Ellie watched as he slowly injected the clear liquid into his arm. For a moment, the thought of drugs passed her mind before dissapeaing like early morning fog on the top of a lake.

"This—" Alec tapped the side of the now emptied needle with his finger. "—is testosterone. I take it twice a day. Once in the morning, once in the evening. It helps me to keep my beard and my voice low."

"I'm not sure I follow."

Alec shuffled in his bed sheets uncomfortably. The longer the conversation dragged on, the more he was unable to hold Ellie's gaze.

"I'm transsexual, Miller." He finally confessed.

Ellie blinked once. Twice.

"I wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up. To you or anyone in the station really. I knew how it would look if the media found out the detective that fumbled the Sandbrook case also happened to be trans."

"I still don't understand, though." Ellie held up a hand to cut his rambling off. Alec stopped abruptly, watching her with an unreadable emotion swimming around in his eyes.

"You're a man." He nodded at her words. "Always have been. You just happened to be born in the wrong body. Am I right?"

Alec nodded again.

"So why would that change anything?"

Now it was his turn to be confused. His brows furrowed slowly, silently asking her to elaborate. Ellie obliged.

"Well, being trans doesn't make a difference with who you are. You're still detective inspector, you're still Alec Hardy, and you're still my—" She hesitated for a moment. Swallowing felt like trying to get through a throat full of cotton wads.

"—and you're still my friend sir. So I'm sorry, but I just don't understand why you were so tentative to tell me."

Alec waited a while before saying anything. Just watching as Ellie sat on the bed with a cautious expression. Watching as the clock on the wall across from him ticked away slowly.

Finally he spoke. The detective spoke slowly and gratefully, not a fool to take this moment for granted.

"Thank you, Ellie." He cleared his throat. Alec didn't trust his voice to not waiver.

Nothing more was said, but nothing more had to be. They both understood the importance of the moment and meerly sat in it, happy to let it pass.

[gizmocrate-werecrow]

What to do when you are a leafling: life death and pikmin

Sherry floated beside Yonny and tapped him on the shoulder, she tapped until Yonny’s attention was caught.

“All Glow Pikmin are Yonny, I died when papa sent me to fight a giant Arachnorb with metal and flesh. It shook me off and the next thing I know I'm missing my ears and I'm a glow Pikmin!”

Yonny perked up at the mention of flesh and metal, his eyes lit up with curiosity and he listened with rapt interest. “I thought Cyborgs were fiction.”

“What are cyborgs…OH! Is it when a being is a mix of metal and flesh?”

“Yes! Sherry i want to find this creature someday, once i manage to fix up my condition of course. It sounds so interesting to see.” Yonny exclaimed, he held Sherry closer and smiled. His hand touched his chest again, his expression changing from a familiar smile to a frown. Yonny floated silently to the ground, letting his feet touch the ground before he turned to the direction of the hideaway.

“Yonny? I-i-i didn't think of asking before but why? Why are you here?” Sherry said, her voice wavering a little as Yonny stopped in his tracks.

“I am the doctor of the rescue corps, we were sent here by a distress call of the Hocotactian ship the SS Dolphin and its captain. However the seven of us were separated thanks to a mysterious force that crashed our ship.”

“Papa crashed thanks to a mysterious force and–”

Yonny turned on his feet and went right near Sherry, she let out an eep and readjusted the pen she had tucked behind her nonexistent ear.

“That’s the Captain we were sent here for! you worked for him! Where is he now?!”

“um…I don't know. Papa wasn’t a part of the Connection so I don't know.”

“I should've known. Wait a moment Bernard and Dingo are a part of this Connection. I could ask them.”

Meanwhile Dingo had taken off his suit, he rolled it up and put it to the side next to Bernard’s suit. He sighed and sat down.

“Shouldn’t we talk to Yonny?”

“Yonny has Sherry.” Dingo shrugged. He laid down and stretched. He looked at his hands and stayed quiet. The leaves seemed to sway and move when he moved his hands. Bernard sat down next to him and took off his shades. He had one green eye and one brown eye, a trait rarely seen from those native to Nijo.

“I don’t know how long Yonny was with Sherry before we reunited but listen, we need to support each other and find a way back home UNDERSTAND?”

“I do! Don’t yell at me like that. Fine, I'll talk to him. Come along Jack. You’re coming too Bernard!”  Dingo said with Jack happily following beside him. Jack twittered and climbed onto his shoulder while Bernard walked beside him. The group walked into the dark, the soft green glow in the cave growing clearer with every step.

In a flash of light, Yonny appeared right in front of them.

“Yonny! I…I’m…um…” Dingo started, he dug his hands through his hai—leaves—hair leaves once.

“What is it? Trying to comfort me after I have found out I am actually dead?” Yonny sighed.

Everyone took a moment before the silence was broken by Dingo blurting out: “You’re dead?!” 

“Yes, which is all the more reason we need to defend a luminknoll. As long as we have even one sample of glow sap we can wait until rescue to refine it.”

“Great, does this mean another fruitless defense.”

“No. We can learn from past mistakes, tonight will be different, come, the night has already begun so suit up.” Yonny said with a tinge of laughter behind it. He floated by while the others followed.

—

Up aboveground, no monsters have thankfully come around yet. Dingo was walking around the luminknoll alongside Bernard while Yonny floated near the top

On the ground Jack was digging through Yonny’s emergency kit, they rustled and dug a bit deeper and took out a sharp metal toothpick.

“It’s a pikmin sword!” Jack said, holding the small sharp stick triumphantly.

“That’s a toothpick for cleaning teeth. Yonny told me that.” Sherry flew down.

“It’s a sword!”

“Whatever you say.” Sherry said, writing down some notes, she then touched the tip of the toothpick in curiosity. The toothpick began to glow much like the luminknoll. Jack waved it around excitingly, swishing it around.

“It’s a glowing sword now! A sword that chases away the darkness! Dingo! Look at my cool sword!” Jack said, they happily ran up to Dingo.

“Check out my glowing sword!” Jack squeaked.

Dingo knelt down to look, it glowed like a glow stick or that one time he dreamt about glowing for three nights in a row.

“That is very nice.”

Just when Jack was about to answer, there was a bone shaking cry, everyone looked up and Yonny floated down, fear was clear in his eyes.

“I saw a creature made of fog with glowing red eyes, Sherry called it something…”

Jack froze up and dropped their sword, they were shaking and muttering.

Dingo looked into the distance, there was a cloudy creature that had a small red dot for a mouth and nudged forward on two arms. It tossed its head back and let out a long sorrowful cry.

(yes the toothpick is a legend of Zelda reference.)

[trueshellz]

@regs09

I hope this is okay! I tried to show her as helpful as possible but a little sparky too. They're not all the same length but I tried to use different scenarios too.

Kuroo

The first time he saw you, you were surrounded by 2nd years pestering you for your phone number and he truly felt sorry for those guys. You couldn’t have had a bigger ‘fuck off’ face even if you tried. As he walked over, he was getting ready to set them straight when he overheard you.

“If you don’t get away from me in the next 10 seconds, I will rearrange your face.”

He’d never seen boys run away apologising so fast in his life, his signature laugh being heard by everyone, even Kenma gave him a WTF look as they walked together down the corridor.

“Oya? You seemed to have put them right in their place.”

Still annoyed at the situation, you whirled around and glared at him, hands placed on your hips. You knew Kuroo Tetsuro, everyone knew Kuroo Tetsuro. Third year, Nekoma volleyball captain, signature smile and absolute flirt.

“You wanna go as well, pretty boy?” You huffed as he held his hands up in mock surrender, grin wide across his face.

“Woah there, sparky. I was coming over to help you.”

Hiking your bag up your shoulder, you purposely walked between him and Kenma. “I didn’t need your help.”

The second time he saw you, he was grabbing a book from the library and he saw you sat with one of the 1st year girls. Exam week was around the corner so the library was busier than usual, he could see some of his teammates in the back too, knowing full well if they failed exams they could be pulled from the upcoming games.

He could see the girl was stressed out from the way she was flailing her arms, her face red as she pointed at her books. He saw you smile as you leaned over, pointing to something before taking out a mini whiteboard and pen from you bag. You giggled as she held her arms up in the air, she must have got the answer right. He was momentarily stunned by your change in demeanor and he could feel himself smile as you clapped for your student.

When you were dating, Kuroo was more than aware of how people perceived you. He had the same issue to some extent, being perceived as a harsh captain with a scheming personality meant some students were often scared to approach him. But when you were alone, you would often curl up to him on the sofa and often acted cute in front of him especially when he came home after a game to help cheer him up. Packing bento boxes for his lunches with cute cut out fruit and animal shaped onigiri and leaving cute notes in his bags and books.

You would always come near the end of Nekoma practice matches with drinks or healthy snacks for his team, who loved you for this reason. Yamamoto more so than the rest, a huge flirt who tried to hug attack you every time only to get yelled at by your boyfriend and given clean up duties as punishment.

"Tetsu, he just wants a hug."

He mock pouted as he looked at you, his lip stuck out almost comically. "Those hugs are mine, he can't have any."

The manager and you got along well too, you would help them by sweeping up after the boys or tidying away the equipment. A few times you helped Lev out when he tore his uniform falling over or tripping on his long legs as he got used to playing volleyball. He would feel so bad too, looking at you like a lost puppy as you sewed up his hem or patched a hole he had in his shorts or t shirt. The one time he managed to rip the stitching of his t shirt up to his arm pit when he skidded across the floor trying to save the ball. Needless to say, it didn't end well and you were glad you had taken to carrying a sewing kit with you when you went to watch them practice.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Lev. Don't worry about it."

Kuroo knew the saying: Don't judge a book by it's cover, but he didn't realise how true it was until he met you. He could have missed out on one of the best people in his life.

Bokuto

Bokuto was known for having a cheery outlook on life, yes he had his emo moments but it took a lot to get him down generally. But you always baffled him, whenever he saw you it seemed as though you were angry or annoyed. In class, no matter the task or who you worked with, you looked fed up. After school when you were walking home, you seemed frustrated. At lunchtime, you sat with friends but you seemed like you'd had enough. You were a conundrum to him.

After school one day, he was walking towards the local shop to grab some snacks and he saw you crouching on the ground, your face was a mixture of awe and sadness as you looked at a box on the ground. As he neared you, he could hear small whines and the scratching against the box and when he peered over your shoulder he could see some puppies in the box.

"Someone left them here alone?"

You jumped as you heard his voice, looking up to see him standing over you, he had his bag slung on his shoulder and was still dressed in his volleyball gear. You'd seen him around school, he sat on the opposite side of the classroom to you so you never worked together. You knew he was the captain of the school's volleyball team but didn't know much else about him.

"Yeah, it's so cruel. They're only babies too."

And that was how you two became started friends and eventually dating, bonding over your love for animals and disdain for the situation. He accompanied you to the local animal shelter where you dropped the puppies off, not being able to take them home. He was enthralled by your change in demeanor, you would always smile at him and act a lot more animated. You would help Akaashi get him out of his funk when he had a bad day or one of his moves didn't go to plan. He had taken to buying you the famous octopus plushie too and would use it to gauge your mood, you found it hilarious. If you were sad or angry, he would come bearing snacks or gifts and if you were happy, he knew he was able to hug attack you and smother you in kisses.

Attending every game, you would always dress in his team number and cheer the loudest for him. After school, you would help him unwind, either spending time giving him a massage or just cuddling on the sofa together. You would lay on him, arms and legs intertwined as you watched television or playing with hair as his head was in your lap. Even going as far to sometimes climb into the front of his hoodie so you would be skin to skin with him. You loved the feel of his heartbeat against your ears and his breathing would calm you. You spent more time in his lap, head buried in his neck than sat alone as you lived feeling his body heat against you. Thankfully, Koutaro didn't mind, he loved the attention and having you close to him.

Who knew such a angry little bean would become such a cute little sloth?

Osamu

Every weekend like clockwork at lunchtime, you would walk in and order 2 meals. One to eat at the time and one to pick up at the end of your meal and take away. You always sat in the corner by yourself, flicking through your phone. You weren't rude or anything, but you had an aura of 'leave me alone' or else which usually kept people away from you. As Osamu watched, he couldn't help but wonder about you and your background.

He tried talking to you first, but apart from polite conversation you didn't seem to want to talk to him. He tried broaching lots of subjects but you just gave minimal answers. He was quite frustrated to say the least, Atsumu didn't help with his idea either. They just seemed to be annoying or potentially harassing, neither a great choice.

It was the end of the day when he was packing away, you had just left the restaurant and Osamu was packing all the left over food in boxes to give to the homeless people around the restaurant. He didn't like wasting food, not being one to be ungrateful and decided early on to donate it to those who were less fortunate. Carrying the snack packs, he started his usual journey down the roads and handing his packages out to anyone who was in need.

As he rounded the corner, he saw you leaning down speaking to an elderly lady who had a small child. She looked tired, her cheeks red from exhaustion and cold, the child looking equally cold in this weather too. They had been selling fruit from what he could see and he stared in fascination as you not only bought their remaining stock but gave them the second meal you bought that day.

"No, no. You always do this. It's not fair, we'll exchange. You give me food for my fruit."

"Auntie, no. You know very well that I don't expect payment for this. Its a gift. Take the food, go home and eat. Use the money for your daughter."

Nearing to you, he bowed quickly before leaning down and handing the child some onigiri. She smiled up at him, all toothy and he felt his heart warm up seeing her munch away at the rice ball. Looking at you, he could see the broad smile on your face as you bantered with the woman, seeing you like this was such a contrast to your usual stoic attitude.

This routine continued for a few weeks, eventually you would help Osamu out with his packing. Carrying some of the lighter packages to hand out to everyone, your conversation becoming more and more in depth the more you spoke to one another. You had more in common than you thought, including your selflessness you both had similar taste in music and movies.

One thing led to another and soon you found yourself dating, Osamu didn't realise how cute you were in real life until you moved in together. He remembered how shocked he was when you bought matching Pikachu onesies to wear and would take lots of selfies with him. His phone was full of cute pictures that he got during the day with little messages and lovey dovey quotes. The apartment was full of couple things like matching slippers and the progression of your relationship through little mementos strewn across the wall.

You would spend any spare time you had at his shop helping him, or trying to as you seemed to get distracted by how pretty your boyfriend was. Or you would come behind him and attach yourself in a backhug, Osamu wouldn't be able to get much done with a limpet attached so you compromised on a only doing that when he had a break.

What started as a fascination ended up being one of the biggest surprises of his life and he couldn't imagine his life without you in it.

[altagraye]

Faith  miniseries (part 1)

**T. W.!!: self harm, suicidal thoughts, self doubt, sad reader.

*this is my first xreader ever so i hope it aint sloppy. 💋

There were very few things that scared the Winchesters but tonight their fear was palpable. Most of the time they were passive and observant. Even Dean didn't want to open that can of worms. Ever since that hunt a few weeks ago, the one no one talked about on the 2 day drive home, something with you has been wrong. Like you got your wires crossed and you haven't been the same since. It has been gradual, like watching someone sinking in quicksand or dying of cancer.  

You weren't stupid, you could tell that they have been distantly observing you as if you had a ticking time bomb strapped to your torso at all times. You noticed the change of mood in the kitchen when you'd finally gotten yourself out of bed to grab a cup of coffee. It's like your presence sucked the life out of a room, much like a Dementor from Harry Potter. You didn't know which hurt more, the deafening silence, the obvious coaxed smiles from Sam, or the steady stares from Dean when your back was turned. Sometimes when you were awake enough, you heard the brothers arguing about something, you'd tricked yourself to overhear certain words in their heated arguments, and convinced yourself they hadn't been arguing about you. But they clearly were.  

Cas, the usual flat faced stoic of the Bunker had twinges of concern in his oceanic orbs. Were you that messed up? That a fuckin' angel was concerned about you? What the hell happened? It started with that hunt. That much you know, right? Maybe it started before that? When it did sink in, you started to spend much more time cooped up in your room. You liked the softness of your bed and the warmth of your bed-covers. Suddenly you didn't want to go...anywhere. You spent your days sleeping and struggling to keep your eyes open enough to hear what Sam had conjured up about a potential case. The nights, those were the worst though. In the night you couldn't get to sleep if you tried. And that was when you felt most alone. You hated being awake, if you were awake you were thinking. And thinking means remembering just how much of a screw up you knew you were.

Team Free Will just came back from a hunt which you had to pull teeth just to get to stay in the confines of the Bunker. It had been a few days. You don't remember the last time you ate. Was it when you ate the second to last slice of apple pie in the middle of the night when your insomnia was at its peak? Or was that this evening when you woke up to a grumbling stomach that you couldn't ignore, so you quelled it with warm chicken broth. You didn't feel deserving enough to eat solid food today. Your lips were cracked and severely chapped even though you knew you kept your lip balm in the bedside table, within reach. Your long hair is disheveled in its bun and you can't stop sneezing because you forgot to take your medicine today, again. What a failure. You can't take care of yourself. It would be so much better if you could just lay down in your bed and sleep. Sleep and dream, forever.  

Face it, the Winchesters are so much better without you. Dean doesn't need you burdening him. He would only have to carry your dead weight around on cases. You can't even muster up the courage to walk up to houses and round up info on the local legends, doing door-to-door sweeps. What in all Hell makes you think Dean could be attracted to someone, some frail little girl trapped in the past? You weren't his type anyhow, a plus-sized book worm didn't turn him on. How could it? You saw his porno-mags. Those girls were, perfection. Miles away from what you were. They were tall, sculpted shades of golden skin. They were the definition of success, confidence, beauty. Qualities you'd convinced yourself you weren't. You saw their type in multiple bartenders that you painfully watched Dean flirt with. From your table at the bar, it stung to see Dean's pearly whites brighten in the lights of the illuminated bar. His expression full of child-like glee, effortless and innocent. Sam was next to you for protection, his face buried in his tablet searching diligently through lore and articles of missing peoples.  

You shuffle your feet audibly into the kitchen. Even though you don't feel like eating, you need to eat at least a sandwich in Dean's presence. The brothers were sipping beer at the table in the kitchen while you fixed yourself a wimpy pb & j. Sitting down at the very edge of the metal table you stared for a long moment at your sandwich. I hate this, it's making me sick to even look at food, you think to yourself. You take a bite and chew slowly, wanting so hard to spit it out. You're too fat already. Why do you eat in the first place? Those thoughts stew in your head as you notice the Winchester brothers are staring at you. You notice someone is talking to you but it doesn't register. You swallow the bite unwillingly, closing your eyes like you had just done something terrible.  

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" You recognize the husk in the voice to be Dean's. You flinch and look at him, wishing immediately you hadn't stared into those perfect green orbs. The expression on his face let you know that he knew there was definitely something wrong with you. God you're such a freak. You drag your tongue on your left canine, the one that has always been particularly sharp. Feeling a cold sweat begin to drip down your neck, you start to panic. You drop your sandwich on its plate and rise from your seat. You need the sanctuary of your messy bedroom, the softness of the mattress. You need the coolness of the sheets. Your small feet tap the tile of the floor beneath you but you notice sound behind you that will your body to go faster. They were following after you.  

You'd never been more afraid that they'd find out what was in your head. That Dean would find out how you felt about him and about yourself. That can't be an option. You knew what would be next, what was inevitable. The dreaded talk. You finally reach the knob of your bedroom door, your palm slipping as you fumble with it from sweating. Just as they are about to reach you, you open the door and slam it shut behind you, locking it. You heart is racing against your chest. Locking the door isn't enough. So you barricade the door with your dresser. As you do so, you feel yourself breaking and hot tears flow down your face soaking into your hoodie.  

"Y/N?! C'mon, open the door." Sam says.

"Whatever it is we can talk about it. Y/N. Please?" Dean's tone is almost unlike him. You'd only ever heard him use this kind of tone with children who were in the midst of trauma from an awry hunt. Is that what he thought of you as? A wounded child in need of coddling? Or maybe even worse, a wounded animal.

You don't answer and there is a long pause. You need relief and release in the only way you know how. You rummage through your bedside table drawer and find a thin hunting knife, the one Dean gave you a few years ago. Your first gift from him. You pull down the fleece-like fabric of your sweatpants to reveal scars, left over from self-inflicted pain, years gone by. They were raised and pink lines. They wouldn't understand. You hear thudding from the other side of your door, that can only mean the brothers are getting more desperate, using their bodyweight to try and get inside.  

"Y/N!!" Dean yells for you in between the thudding.  

"GO AWAY!" You yell as you drag the sharpness across your skin. Red bubbles up from the cut and for a few seconds you feel relief. But it doesn't stop the pain. You cry more, sobbing uncontrollably. The salty tears blurring your vision until they spill over staining your cheeks. You need more, so you add more cuts, one by one. Oddly you chuckled at your macabre artwork, thinking you just made your thigh look like a piece of lined paper. You start your work on the opposite thigh, digging in a little deeper with each line.  

You hear someone suck in a breath sharply. Someone was in the room with you. During your release, you never noticed the dresser move or the door opening. Looking up from your bloodied thighs you see Dean staring back at you. His blade still in your hand, red dripping down your skin and slipping into the pure white sheets.  

"Y/N? Hey, that's okay. Put the knife down, alright?" He said to you smiling at you flashing his bright white impeccable teeth, Sam in the background of your bedroom doorway with his hand clasped over his mouth in a blank stare. More tears sear themselves into your eyes and flood over. Your lips are quivering. You drop your knife released from your trembling hand, it thunks itself into the wooden floor below. You don't dare look back at Dean. You curl yourself up as best as possible granted the size of your stomach won't let you pull your knees to your chest.

You collapse onto your bed facing your pillows, you sob into them and hold one tight to your face in a feeble attempt to hide yourself. You feel Dean sit next to you on the bed, and he begins to stroke your back in soothing motions. His effortless acts of kindness make you break more. You feel the onset of a nasty headache forming, from the intensity of your sobbing. You can barely make out Dean telling Sam to bring a first aid kit and water. Dean shushes you and continues to stroke your back and your arm.

"You don't have to tell me anything. Just take deep breaths, 'kay? Here, I'll do it too." He breathes deep in and out, hard enough to be audible. Why was he so nice to me all of a sudden?? You begin to feel numb, and you weren't sure if this was from the emotional break down or the blood loss. Had you cut too deep this time? Sam returns with the first aid kit. You note its metal clink on the bedside table. You unbury your face from your pillow only to get a breath of fresh air. You don't look at Dean or Sam. You couldn't. Dean thanks his younger brother for the glass of water and the kit.  

"Can you give us a minute Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Sure. As long as you need." Sam confirms and you hear the heavy footed thuds of his boots exit your room. Dean does something that you don't expect. He lays down on his side, with you. Spooning up against your form. You mentally whack yourself in the head, he's getting his jeans all bloody, that you're sure of. He continues to stroke your arm softly. He hooks his chin into the nook of your shoulder.

"Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears." He tells you, the gentleness in his tone brings you to tears again. You weep silently. Was this really happening? You don't budge or say a word as sleep takes you over and you feel so amazingly content. You melt into the rhythmic breaths that Dean takes. The act soothes you into dreamland. For the first time in a while you think, I want to wake up to him next to me. And you swear you smile in your slumber.

End part 1.

*criticism is taken constructively.

*comments are golden.

[ubernoxa]

Broken Voodoo: The Story of the band that brought Rock N’ Roll back to life

Chapter 1: From the Begining

Prologue

Red, pinks, and yellow hues filled the sky as I watched the sunrise while the plane began to descend. It reminded me of one of the paintings that hung in the law office where I worked; however, instead of a small lake with a sailboat, the city of Los Angeles was staring back at me. A very intimidating city, if I may add. I would much rather have the calming lake staring back at me. Now before you begin to think that I am a lawyer with some fancy law degree, I should let you know that I am by no means a lawyer. I don’t even have a law degree, I have a two year degree in English. I performed patent research and proofread reports at the law office. Don’t get me wrong, some of the research is interesting and it's always exciting to work with inventors, especially when I help make the patent for their invention a reality. The only downside is that I hate working with lawyers who see me as a second class citizen with my English degree.

Luckily for me, the office was rather large, and my desk was far away from the condescending lawyers that filled the office. I would go about my day with ease only dealing with them for a couple of hours a day while I sat in their long boring meetings where I would constantly debate how much I actually needed this job while they would try to one up each other by playing the game I like to call ‘I am the smartest one in the room.’

I was able to keep to myself away from the lawyers for the most part, until a few months back when I thought I was going to get fired. It all started when I sat down at my desk one early Monday morning, and saw a handwritten note from my boss’s secretary saying to visit his office as soon as I arrived. Unsettling is one of the many words that came to mind when I first found the note taped to my desk. I would get fired if I said the other words that came to mind. I took one last glance around the room, making eye contact with one of my coworkers who shared a similar facial expression. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be fired.

Dead girl walking.

“Oh Andi, I am glad you could join me,” I sent a soft smile to my boss as I closed the large wooden shrieking doors behind me.

“No problem at all, the meeting seemed important, so I moved my calendar around,” I replied, making sure to keep my hands under the table. They weren't shaking, they were trembling. I was terrified by not only the eyes that were now watching me through the large glass wall that he had in his office to make it a ‘friendlier’ environment, but also by the fact that I may be fired in the next ten minutes.

“Do you still play guitar?”

I could feel a confused look flash across my features as he spoke.

“Yeah, helps me relax after a long day. Why?” My mind was racing in circles trying to understand why he had asked me to come to his office first thing in the morning.

“Would you be interested in playing in a band?”

I let a nervous laugh escape me before I replied. “I am sorry what? Did you call me here to fire me or not?”

I was met with a hardy laugh from my boss. “No no no, to make an incredibly long story short, my niece’s boyfriend’s band entered into some silly band competition, and they need a replacement guitarist for a competition that is in a month. I have heard rumors around the office that you played, and I wanted to see if you could help out my niece. To be honest, I haven’t been the best godfather, so I was hoping you could help me out by joining the band for a month to play at the competition. My niece, such a foolish girl, believes that her boyfriend will become the next rockstar.I hope she quickly realizes how irrational she is being, and moves on. Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah I would love to help,” I quickly responded, trying to hide how off put I was by his casual nature towards me. Within a couple of days I was Skyping the band for an interview and the rest is history.

I was pulled from my thoughts as the pilot announced that we had landed and welcomed us all to LA, the city of dreams. An older man helped me remove my carry on from the overhead bins, and after what felt like hours, I was off the plane. I felt like I could finally breathe again the moment I stepped off the pain and walked into the airport.

I watched through the skylight as the sun continued to rise, as if mocking me that I was still in the airport. Lucky for me, everything I needed was in my backpack and after a quick debate with the flight attendant who said I couldn’t bring my guitar as a carry on, I didn’t have to go to baggage claim. One of the few perks of working with lawyers and doing law research for a living is that I came prepared with a printed section of the FFA Reform act that said I could which quickly shut her up.

I kept my eyes peeled as I followed herds of people who appeared to be leaving. I felt like I was in pandora's labyrinth weaving through the various waiting areas, food courts, and shops. This airport must have been at least ten times larger than the one in Maine. I felt relief fill me as I finally spotted some familiar faces.

I spotted Jax’s blonde hair first as he towered over several of the people around him. Holy shit, at 5 ft 4 inches, I was going to look like a munchkin standing next to him. He stuck out like a sore thumb as he stood next to a smiley Robin in his leather pants with a jean vest. I guess shirts were not required in LA like how they are in Maine. He sent me a wave which I quickly returned as he motioned for us to meet off to the side, and not in the herd of people that were looking for relatives or loved ones.

I only knew three things about Jax.

He was currently dating Robin, but after talking to him over Skype during band meetings, I wondered how long that would last.

He was a charismatic and a good dancer, just like every lead singer in rock band before him

He may not look like it, but he had the voice of an angle from the heavens above.

I smiled at the small sign that Robin was holding that said ‘Welcome to California Andi’.. I felt underdressed in my athletic shorts, hoodie, and sneakers as I approached the pair, secretly wishing that I had worn a sundress similar to Robin.

“Welcome to LA, is it everything you hoped for?” Jax smiled as he welcomed me.

“It’s sunnier than Maine,” I replied once again looking at one of the hundreds of skylights.

“Well it’s good to finally meet you in person, let’s get going to the car, so we can get the fuck out of here,” I nodded at his words. Getting the fuck out of the overpacked busy airport felt amazing. For the past 9 hours I had felt like a sardine in a can. I craved fresh air.

“Here let me take that,” I cautiously eyed Robin as I handed her my guitar case.

“How was the flight?” She chirped walking by my side as we followed Jax to the parking garage.

“Can’t complain much. I had to fight the flight attendant about having my guitar as a carry on, but I won in the end. She was a bitch to me the entire flight though,” I replied earning a small giggle from Robin.

“How did you manage that?” I had assumed Jax had tuned Robin and I out as we made it to his truck.

“Law says I can bring it as a carry on, so I printed out the section I needed. Once I handed the paper to her she shut up. I hate causing problems, but there is no way I was ‘gate checking’ my guitar. I didn’t want some random guy tossing it around on the tar mat, or watching my baby slide down the luggage ramp before it slammed into a wall,” I quickly replied before hopping in the back seat.

“So I have to ask, what is it like working for my uncle?” Robin was currently sitting shotgun, as Jax backed up the truck and began to leave the spaghetti jungle that was the parking lot.

“I honestly only talked to him twice. The first was on my first day at work when he introduced himself to me. The second was when he asked me if I could help Broken Voodoo out which by the way I thought he was going to fucking fire me when he called me to his office,” I laughed at myself thinking back to the moment only a month ago.

“Ohh Sorry about that Andi.”

“Don’t worry Robin,” I smiled back, earning one in return.

“So the plan for this morning is to drop you off at my place to get some additional practice with the rest of the band while I head up north to check us into the competition. We won’t be playing until day two so we don’t have to get there until tomorrow night,” He said as he pulled up into some random parking spot.

“Don't you need to practice with us?” I asked out of curiosit.

“Honey, don't worry about me. I'm so good I don't need to practice,” I was glad we were walking up a creaky staircase as he replied. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. I was impressed by him and his ego could fit through the small doorway that led to his apartment. No, it was not an apartment. It was a studio. I placed my guitar by the drums and other instruments that took up half of the studio.

“Hey Andi! Welcome to California!” I turned to see Oli shout across the studio the moment he saw me. Before I could respond, someone threw something across the room at Oli.

“Shut the fuck up, Oli. It is too early for you to be this loud,” I didn't have to see the bassist’s face to know Seb was the one over in the corner on the paper thin mattress.

“Oli, Robin and I gotta head out to sign in and get our backstage passes for the competition. Get to practicing to get her ready,” Jax said before leaving the pathetic excuse of an apartment.

“Don’t worry Andi, I have heard you play countless times, you’ll do fine. It is more of the stage presence we are worried about. We should have plenty of ‘stage presence’ with that throwing trick you came up with, but we have to cover the whole stage,” Oli patted my back as we headed over towards his drum kit.

“I’ve been practicing with the rod you sent a few weeks back, we can practice the trick once we get our instruments good to go. We sound the part, now we have to look the part,” Seb paused as he took a second to look me over. The worst part wasn’t that he was being incredibly obvious he was checking me out, the worst part was the unsatisfactory look he had on his face.

“You don’t look like a rocker,” I scoffed at his comment. Of course I didn't look like a rocker. I just got off of a nine hour flight.

“Well, you look like a complete dick, so at least one of us is dressed appropriately,” I sassed back before moving towards my guitar to retune it.

“Alrighty!” I was brought from my tuning by Oli who was once again playing peacekeeper by breaking the silence and clapping his hands.

“Alot is at stake here, so let's get to practicing,” he added once he was seated behind his drum kit.

Seb counted us in, and we began our setlist from the top.

I brushed off Seb’s comment, and began to focus on the music.i could already feel the pressure to perform perfectly. As a rhythm guitarist, playing as the solo guitarist felt foreign. As we played through our setlist, I tried loosening out by copying some of Seb’s dance moves. I chose not to mimic the ones that looked like just sex.

Oli was right, there was a lot at stake here.

I was surprised when I found out that there was no cash prize. Instead, according to Jax, there was something more valuable. The shot at a record deal.

With this competition only happening once every couple years, this was their shot to make it big.

[thelangdoncooperative]

Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing| Kit Walker

The kitchen windows were wide open but Y/N was still hot. In fact, she was more than hot. She was sweltering in the heat of her kitchen, leaning to peer into the oven one more time. She was determined not to burn her latest batch of cupcakes. The last had been a bit too crisp on the bottom and she couldn’t bring them to Kit like that. He’d eat them happily either way, she knew, but he’d be forcing himself. He never wanted to hurt her feelings. She whispered a thanks to God when she saw they were the right golden brown and took them out of the oven.

Looking at the clock, she knew his lunch would be soon and she wanted to surprise him at work. He had been working extra hours lately and she wanted to show him that she appreciated it. She had insisted she get a job to help out but he would hear none of it. As that conversation approached an argument, he told her he would pick up extra shifts and if that wasn’t enough he’d support her working. He wanted to take care of her and most importantly he wanted her round with his child sooner rather than later. That, of course, meant work was a moot point anyway.

Y/N quickly threw on a light blue dress and white shoes before grabbing a light cardigan and hurrying out the front door, basket in hand. She hoped that the cover she put over it would keep them warm and fresh enough until she made it to Kit’s job. After all, Kit took the car this morning which meant Y/N had to walk. Thankfully, the weather was just perfect for a long walk.

As she walked through the town, she couldn’t help but be hyper aware of every baby she saw on the street. No matter what the baby looked like, she always saw Kit in their eyes. She couldn’t wait to carry his child and she was even more grateful for her husband who sacrificed so they would be ready when the day came.

When she finally reached the front of the auto body shop, she felt like no time had passed at all. All her daydreaming had taken up the time. When she opened the front door, a bell jingled to signal her arrival but no one came to meet her at the front desk. Instead, she decided to try her luck in the garage.

“Well look who it is,” Jimmy, Kit’s best friend and co-worker, hollered at her.

She smiled, “I’d hug you but you’re filthy,” she laughed and he shrugged, not being able to argue that point.

“Are you looking for your boy?” he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She nodded, “I brought him something,” she lifted the basket.

Jimmy nodded to the back of the garage where she could see a pair of legs sticking out from underneath a mint green Oldsmobile. She walked over to where her husband was working and cleared her throat to get his attention.

Never removing himself from underneath the car, he informed, “Ma’am, if you’re needing assistance, there should be a guy up front who could-”

“Kit Walker, would you rather I get assistance from Jimmy?” she lightly kicked his shoe.

Kit pulled himself out from underneath the car, grin wide, and grease on his face, “Mrs. Walker,” he jumped up, holding his hands out not to dirty her dress, but leaning in to kiss her. She cupped the side of his face with the least amount of grease.

“What’s a girl gotta do around here to get your attention?” she teased.

He peaked down at the basket, “Baked goods will do,” he reached down to lift the cover and she swatted his hands away.

“Clean your hands, Kit,” she playfully scolded him.

He nodded as he backed away towards the sink in the garage, “Yes, ma’am.”

When he returned, he took her hand as he lead her to the back office. Kit moved aside all the junk that had gathered over the day to make room for Y/N and her treats.

“There isn’t a sandwich in there, by any chance, is there?” his eyes widened hopefully.

Y/N giggled, knowing her husband too well, “BLT on rye,”

He laughed, pulling her onto his lap as he sat, “You’re too good to me,” he kissed her hand. Y/N unpacked his lunch, not being able to move too much as he kept his arms wrapped around her waist and his fingers intertwined where they met on her belly.

When he had finished eating his lunch, Y/N moved to unpack his dessert when he stopped her. Putting his hand over hers, he looked up at her with lust-filled eyes.

“It’s dessert, Kit,” she explained, trying to move her hand.

He shook his head, smiling, and rising from where he sat, “I want something else.” She squealed in delight as he lifted her effortlessly onto the desk. She held tight onto his arms as he began to lean her back, licking up the vein that pulsed in her neck.

She tried to hold back her laugh as his light stubble tickled her neck, “Kit Kat, stop,” she gently pushed on his chest and he raised his head to meet her eyes, “You’re dirty and you’re going to get me dirty and then everyone will know what we did in here,”  

“Who cares?” his Massachusetts accent sounding thicker in his desperation for her.

She gently pushed back again, “No, baby” she gave a quick peck to his cheek and hopped off the desk. Smoothing out her dress, she took a deep breath to steady her breathing, “There’s cupcakes in there. Enough for all the boys. Share” she said as she picked up her cardigan and purse.

Kit groaned in frustration and followed her as she walked out the door. He kept his hand on her lower back, guiding her through the mess of the garage. He shook his head at his wife’s decision to wear white shoes to an autobody shop.

“Will you be home late?” she asked, turning to face him and twirled the hairs on the nape of his neck, holding him as close as she could without touching the grease on his work overalls.

He shook his head, “I'll see if Jimmy will cover for me. I'd like to be home for dinner at least one night this week,” he quickly swatted her ass, “and dessert too”

A blush crept up her neck and Kit couldn't help but laugh. No matter how long they had been together she was always a little shy about public affection, especially at Kit’s job.

“I'll wait up for you,” she kissed him and turned on her heels, waving goodbye to the other boys as she left. Before she turned the corner she heard one of them ask Kit what food she brought this time.

She tried to stay awake. She really did. Y/N had even put on a new teddy to entice her husband, to reward him for all the long hours he'd been putting in at the shop. He had mentioned it once when he saw it in one of her ladies magazines and she teased him for his preferences for transparent materials. Dinner had come and gone and with it any hope that Y/N would get release tonight. She had planned on taking her time on her husband but that was around 9. It was well past 11 and she was fast asleep when Kit came in quietly.

He saw his dinner on the stove with a little love note written for him and he felt a pang of guilt. He went straight to the shower, knowing how much Y/N hated how much the oil smell permeated the sheets. He let the water fall over his tense muscles and by the time he had finished his shower he felt like a new man. The shower had given him a second wind despite his long day. He threw on a pair of pajama bottoms that were hanging in the bathroom and headed for the bedroom. He thought for sure his wife would wait for him but when he entered their bedroom, she nearly broke his heart.

Y/N lay with her head on his pillow, in nothing but her new red teddy. Kit cursed himself for keeping her waiting, especially when she had tried so hard to surprise him. He knew she wouldn't be mad but he was mad at himself for the both of them.

Kit eased himself on the end of the bed, not wanting to jolt her from her sleep. He scanned his eyes over her body, which in her transparent lingerie, was not hard to see. He skimmed his fingers over the material and decided he needed her. He needed her to be awake and aware and with him.

“Y/N,” he cooed softly, lifting the material that covered her stomach and placing soft kisses. Her skin was soft and warm and he wanted her to wake up so he could love on her more, “Baby doll, I’m home,” he said a bit louder, trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered and it took her a moment to realize where she was, “What time is it?” She grumbled as she stroked his cheek.

“It's half past 11. I'm sorry I'm late, darlin” he hovered over her and began sucking on the spot where her jaw met her neck. Her moan mixed with a sigh, “Is it too late for a treat?” He continued his assault on her neck, switching between kisses and nips.

“Never too late,” she mumbled as she lazily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against her.

He pulled his head back and looked back down at her lingerie, “You look really pretty” He flashed her that boyish grin that seemed the same as the day they met.

“I was going for something a little more than pretty but I'll take it,” her laugh turned to a gasp as Kit began to circle her clit over her underwear with his thumb. Kit pushed her underwear to the side before sliding two fingers inside of her. She gripped the sheets, feeling stretched in a way she hadn't in awhile.

“I know I've been busy but I'm going to make more time for you, okay?” He kissed her, leaning his forehead against hers as he pumped his fingers and ground his palm against her clit, “We’re gonna fix it,”

The room was filled with the sounds of her soft moans and mewls and Kit knew her end would be soon. She was always much more sensitive when she had just woken up and it was music to his ears. She was fairly silent except for a few gasps and strangled moans. She had a death grip on his forearms but he didn't mind.

“Baby, I need to be inside you,” He breathed against her neck. She nodded furiously, tugging on his hair gently.

He pulled off her panties in a haste and rid himself of his own pajama bottoms. He pushed into her, filling to the hilt. Her eyes screwed shut in pleasure and labored breaths fell from her mouth.

“Hey,” he gently kissed her eyelids, “Look at me, baby doll”

She looked up at him and he smiled and winked. Taking both of her hands in his own, he placed them on each side of her head as he slowly moved in her. He wanted to make love to his wife, to let her know that he still wanted her in every way. They hadn't had the time to slow down like this in a long time. When they did have the time, she insisted she was fine and that his rest after a long work day was most important. By how wet she was for him, how well she was taking him, and how much she chanted his name, he knew she hadn't told the truth. She wanted this as much if not more.

“Kit,” she moaned as he thrust into her, “please I-”

He kissed her as he palmed her breast, causing her to arch into his touch, “I want to feel you, Y/N, take my time with you,”

She exhaled shakily and brought one leg to wrap around his waist. Kit held onto her leg tightly before grinding into her with more force. Y/N couldn't say much more than his own name but it fell from her lips like a prayer. Her nails came down his chest and the pleasure of the sting caused him to thrust harder.

“Fuuuck” she cried and laced her fingers into his hair to pull him down to kiss her. It was rough and sloppy. She wanted to show him how much she needed this, how good he made her feel. She was already pulsing around his cock but he was determined to get her off first.

Kit took the leg she had hooked around his waist and brought it to rest against his shoulder. He was now able to hit her deeper and they both moaned at the feeling.

“Come with me,” he panted as his lips ghosted over hers. Kit kept a steady grind, deep in his thrusts as he brought his hand down to rub her clit. His thrusts became more shallow as he was overcome with her clenching around him and her cries of pleasure.

“Please, baby,” she sighed as she turned her head, face twisted in pleasure.

Kit held her leg steady on his shoulder as he pushed into her with all the strength he had left. Good girl as always, she came with a cry to god, and Kit followed right behind her.

He slowly removed her leg from his shoulder and put it down against the bed. She whimpered when he got off the bed but did not question it. He came back with a small hand towel and lightly dragged it across her thighs and core, wiping up the mess they had made. Y/N winced a little at the warmth of the towel but did not complain. When he was finished, he tossed it aside before coming back to lay with his wife.

“I'm sorry I was late for dinner,” he threaded his fingers through her hair.

She smiled lazily, eyes glazed over, feeling blissfully fucked out, “It's okay. I don't mind,”

He dragged his hand down to her belly and used his thumb to rub her skin, “It won't be like this when we have a little one. I promise,”

“Do you?”

“Of course,” he kissed her.

She smiled widely, reaching her hand up to his cheek to bring him closer to her. When they were so close their noses were touching, she spoke, “Tonight's dinner was to celebrate but I guess we already did that,”

He frowned in confusion, “....celebrate what?” He scanned her eyes.

“Kit Kat, what do you think?” She asked.

Kit sat up and looked down at his wife, “Don't play with me,” he looked from her eyes to her belly and back again.

“Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?” She asked as she wiped the tears from the corners of Kit’s eyes.

[shysneeze]

Wet Dog (Sirius Black x Reader)

Request:Heyy! I was wondering if you could do a Sirius x fem!reader version of Whoolly Jumper. Maybe where reader is in Gryffindor and her and Sirius don't really get along but then while she's smelling the potion she smells campfire, leather and when she says wet dog, the guys all look at Sirius in shock. 

Warning: Cussing, my writing, injury etc

Author's Note: This is probs shit, never written a Sirius imagine but here you go :)

"Watch out, (Y/L/N)."

(Y/N) stumbles to the side as Sirius Black strides ahead of her into the potions classroom, followed swiftly by his apologetic friends. She can only roll her eyes as she follows, giving Remus Lupin an exasperated look as he pats her shoulder sympathetically. She’s already preparing herself for a long afternoon. 

"Don't you look ravishing today, (Y/L/N)." Sirius mocks as she takes her seat in beside him. "Bed head and all."

"What can I say, Black.” She smiles mockingly sweetly. “ I got my inspiration from you." 

Watching his smirk fall is one of the most gratifying things (Y/N) is sure she’s capable of. As school player and obnoxious prick, a title given to him by the girl herself, Sirius Black is not someone (Y/N) has ever found herself get along with. 

A prank gone wrong in their earlier school years, leaving her the undeserving victim of some nasty boils, destined them to a life as enemies, who’s day’s revolve around their petty banter and scathing remarks.

“Of course you did.” Sirius recovers. “I am dashingly handsome.” 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.” 

Sirius goes to reply despite Remus’ warning nudge to his side when Slughorn begins to explain the lesson, approaching the cauldron in front of the class as it bubbles above the flame, letting off a pinkish steam. 

“Amortentia.” He begins with a smile. “Can anyone tell me what it is?”

“A love potion, Sir.” (Y/N)’s replies with a raised hand. 

“That’s right, Miss (Y/L/N).” Slughorn beams. “Well done.” 

“Show off.” “Sirius coughs. 

“Not my fault that you’re feeling threatened.” 

Remus long sigh is loud enough to have them both temporarily sheepish as Slughorn continues to explain the lesson, either ignoring or obvious to the way Sirius and (Y/N) have begun to bicker the minute Remus’ disappointed look faded.

Only once the class has dispersed to take turn at smelling the infamous potion do they let up, separating with mirrored glares to different cauldrons let bubbling across the room. 

Her sour mood is soon overshadowed by the same buzz as everyone else. Amortentia’s unique smell makes it a fascinating potion, and like most, (Y/N) can’t deny her excitement at getting to decipher what it smells like to her, or rather, who.

"Well, (Y/N)?" James Potter nudges her side once together at the front of the short queue. “What do you smell?” 

“Give me a chance, boys.” She chuckles. 

Remus has the decency to look apologetic, though his eyes carry curious glint to them much like James’. Giving him a knowing look, she turns with a small laugh to lean forward over the bubbling cauldron, inhaling deeply, and expectantly. 

It takes a moment for them to hit her, to diffuse into separate, identifiable scents rather than the initial confusion that causes her nose to scrunch. Behind her, James and Remus exchange a curious glance, finally a glimpse into their mysterious friend.

“Campfire.” She confesses first. “Leather and... wet dog?” 

She pulls back with a grimace, a disgusted look twisting at her expression. Behind her, James’ jaw has slackened and Remus’ brows have pulled into a confused frown that has concern prickling at her skin. 

“What?”

"Did you say wet dog?" Remus asks.

"Yeah.” She grimaces. “Do we know anyone with a dog?” 

"No!" James interrupts. 

His eyes betray him though, already staring across the room towards Sirius. She follows his gaze with a questioning frown. She’s about to question Siriu’s relevance when she spots Lily beside him, smirk finding her cheeks quickly. 

“I suppose you smelt Lilies?”

“Ha- yeah.” James laughs, almost mechanically. “Yeah.”

“Hm.” She grins. “How did I guess.” 

“I wonder.” Remus joins. “Not like he talks about her all them time.” 

“Of course not.” 

 Their worried looks still hold though, eyes darting between each other warily. She tries to dismiss it though, weird behavior isn’t uncommon amongst the infamous Marauders.

She focusses her thoughts instead on who on earth might smell of wet dog.

.

She’s not sure what she expects, walking into he empty hospital wing in the dead hours of the morning, but Sirius Black certainly wasn’t even a consideration. She peers down once again at the parchment clutched in her hands and inhales sharply as the pieces come together. 

She’d been reading in the common room as is her usual weekend tradition, forgetting time and not sleeping until the sun is creeping in the windows, when a scrunched ball of parchment has appeared from thin air and fallen into her lap. On it, an almost illegibly scrawled out request for her to come to the hospital wing, ASAP.

"Sorry." Sirius sighs. "I didn't know who else to message and I knew you'd be up..."

"It's fine. “ (Y/N) assures. “What’s wrong? Is Remus okay?”.

Sirius’s brows pique before he’s grimacing again at the movement, cracking the slow healing gash on his forehead. Moving closer at the sound of his hissed breath, her own breathing halts for a second as she catches the real issue in the light of one of the dim candles.

He’s grasping at his side with one hand, the other clutching at the table he’s sat on.  Through his torn short, she can see the crimson stain of blood seeping through the fabric and coating his fingers. She can see him grinding his teeth in pain, breathing in sharply before forcing out a question.

"You know?" He asks. “About Remus?” 

“Yes- what happened?”

“How?” 

“He’s a friend.” She explains quickly. “I figured it out- what happened to you?” 

“He’s fine, but he got me pretty bad.” 

He’s so flippant about it, as if it’s happened a million times before and he doesn’t care, but (Y/N) face freezes in disbelief. Her next question bursts out so loud she’s grateful for once that Madam Pomfrey isn’t here.

"You were out with him?”

"You said you knew!" 

"That Remus is a werewolf.” She exclaims. “Not that you were out there with him- do you know how unsafe that is?”

His chuckle at her reaction is short lives as it sends a ripple of pain through his side and has him hunching over with a chocked out groan. She’s coming forward instantly. steadying him upright again. 

"Merlin." She exhales " Take your shirt off, Black."

His lips twitch into a smirk.

"Awfully bold tonight, aren't we, (Y/L/N)?"

"Sirius, you are bleeding.” She warns sternly. “Don’t tease me right now.”

He nods, grunting as he peels his shirt off, revealing the source of all the blood, a jagged gash running down his side, the skin around it dotted with deep red bruises, not yet given the time to turn that signature purple colour. 

She’s quick to riffle through a few cupboards for a healing kit, grabbing some sterilising alcohol and a cloth, soaking it silently as he watches on, a mixture of mesmerised and concerned. 

"Um, this is going to sting.” She warns, blowing some strands of hair from her face frantically. “Like a lot.” 

“I’m a big boy.” He assures. 

“Fine.” She says. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

His body jolts the minute she touches him, breathed hissed through his teeth as he grasps for soemthing to hold onto. She reaches out for his hand with her free one, clasping it in her own and squeezing reassuring. He meets her eyes at the feeling, taken aback by the way their hands fit so perfectly together. She gets lost there for a second, in their little moment. 

“There.” She clears her throat after a moment. “I did warn you.” 

She pulls away to go for the bandages, the absence of her hand in his causing a sinking feeling in his chest he’s never felt before. He can tell she’s avoiding his eyes as she begins to bandage his wounds. 

“Thanks.” He says. “For doing this.”

“You’re an idiot.” She mumbles, moving away to inspect her handiwork. “I hope you know that.”

"Noted.”

 "Care to explain how it happened though?"

He contemplates it for only a moment, realising how contradictory it would be to lie after what she’s seen, what she’s healed for him. His body slumps slowly with a sigh. 

“Remus is our friend.” He starts. “We couldn’t let him go out there alone, so we- me, James and Peter- became animagi to help him out every full moon.”

“Because he isn’t bothered by other animals...” She exhales upon realisation. “That’s really clever.”

Her frown eases, the harshness of her voice disintegrating with the newfound respect that warms her chest. She steps forward again, looking up at him sheepishly. 

“You’re not that much of an idiot.” 

“I don’t know.” He jokes. “I lost control of my animal form and startled Moony.”

“Still.” She assures. “It’s very admiral of you to do that for a friend.”

“No one deserves to go through what he does.” Sirius shrugs. “If I can help even a little, it’s my job to do so.” 

She finds herself smiling at this new side of Sirius Black, a side that’s sweet, gentle. She shakes her head in disbelief as she runs a hand down his bandaged side, gently. 

“What’s you’re animagus?” She asks friendlily. “Please tell me its a chicken.”

“Ha, you wish.” He holds his side a she laughs. “I’ll have you know, I’m man’s best friend.”

“Huh?” 

“A dog.” He explains with a soft smile. “Big scruffy looking thing.”

She stills her hand on his torso, barely noticing how it’s wandered across his skin, resting on his shoulder before she pulls it back. He begins to frown at her slackened jaw and wide eyes. 

"Oh my god."

"What is it?" 

"Wet dog!" 

He blinks at her, standing with a frown, groaning as he pushes himself from the table to glare at her. 

"Well that's just rude."

"No, in the amortentia.” She exclaims, fingers curling in her hair in frustration. “Leather and wet dog.”

“(Y//N)-”

"Fuck sake, that was you?” She rambles. “Are you serious?"

"Last time I checked that was my name, yes."

"Fuck off, Sirius." She snaps. "I can't believe I like you of all people."

It’s like it all comes down at once, the reality of the night, no longer clouded by each warm touch and lingering gaze. Sirius Black is a player, an obnoxious prick and the subject of an affection she was sure she’d never feel for him. 

She goes to turn away with a scoff and a disappointed feeling in the pit of her stomach when, behind her, Sirius lets out a sigh and his hands are tugging her back by her waist, twisting her around until she’s stumbling into his chest. He holds her gaze, eyes full of questions as their lips are frozen millimeters apart. 

She finds herself nodding, reading him perfectly enough to know what he’s asking. Then, their lips are clashing in a kiss, their bodies stumbling backwards until hers hits the wall behind her. It’s all so rushed, finger curled in hair and heavy breaths. 

She has to force herself to pull back, his lips chasing hers as she gently forces him back and with a pant. His fingers are still curled around her waist, but his eyes are as wide as hers. 

“What- what just happened?” 

“I’m pretty sure we just made out.” He admits. “And it was pretty fucking good.”

“No, no we can’t start doing that.” She decides. “I’m supposed to hate you.” 

“Why!?” He bursts. “You can’t seriously be mad at me for something I did when I was fourteen.” 

“I had boils for days.” She hisses. 

“I was fourteen!” He retorts. “Merlin, (Y/N), I can’t believe I like someone who holds such a grudge.”

She freezes, breath catching nervously in her throat as she looks up at him again. 

"What did you smell in the potion?”

"Old books and flowery shampoo." He admits. "Your  shampoo."

"How do you know what my shampoo smells like?"

His blush is something she’s never seen before. It creeps up his neck and reaches the top of his ears instantly. A bit of her she’s no longer able to ignore observes how sweet it is, cute even. 

"I notice things..."He mumbles. "I'm very observant."

"Well your smells were all nice smells.” She argues. “Wet dog... why did it have to be you.”

He's smirking again, a smirk that she’s always dying to wipe off his face, but never before has she wanted to do so by kissing him, never before has it been so infuriatingly attractive... although perhaps it has, perhaps all that hatred has been hiding something else. 

"Can kiss you again?" 

She doesn’t recall nodding until they’re kissing again, his hands moving from her waist to cup her cheeks, his hands warm on her skin as they were in her hand. His lips are gentle, so much more so that she’s ever imagined and she knows they’re something she’ll never be able to live without again. 

"I'm sorry I pranked you when I fourteen." He apologises. “I didn’t know how else to get your attention.” 

“You thought boils were the way to go?” 

“I know right.” He grins. “Apparently all I needed to do was get my self badly injured.”

“Oh shut up.”

“You like me though. “ He teases. 

“Yeah.” She sighs, pulling him in again. “I do...”

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Steadfast Tin Soldier |||

Bucky Barnes x Reader

The third and finally part is finally here. Thank you to everyone who has taken their time to read this little mini series. It was an idea I came up with on a whim and I wasn't sure I even wanted to post it but I'm glad I did. So without further a do, enjoy 🦄

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It had been about a week since the party and things were drastically different. No one has seen or heard from Bucky ever since he walked out of the party and while Y/N hated to admit it, she was overcome with worry about what had happened to him. It wasn't the first time he had done something of the sort. After something happened that he found incredibly stressful he'd disappear for a couple of days and when he came back it was as if nothing had ever happened. But this time he'd been gone for longer than usual.

Y/N was currently sat in her room, in front of her vanity playing with her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror and she as been doing so frequently for the past week. Bucky had called her beautiful shortly before abandoning her, but if she was being honest, she hadn't felt that way ever since the party. She knew her beauty had nothing to do with Bucky leaving her there, but that's how she felt for some reason. Like she wasn't good enough.

She was taken aback when she heard a knock on her door. No one ever came down to her quarters, except Natasha and Wanda, who at that point just walked right into the room with out knocking. Y/N stood up and walked to the door. She expected many things to be on the other side but not what was actually there.

In front of her was a bruised and bloodied Bucky who looked as if he could fall dead in a matter of seconds. His clothing was ripped and his long locks were tangled and greasy. His usually shiny metal arm had dirt between its ridges and it looked opaque. His eyes which were usually a bright blue looked grey and sad. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

"Go to the bathroom and get undressed." She ordered.

Bucky was taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"Go to the bathroom and get undressed." Y/N repeated, "I suppose you're here to talk, well we'll talk when you no longer look like walking death."

"Y/N...I-"

"Into the shower now Barnes!"

Bucky gave her one last look before walking past her and into the bathroom. Y/N waited until she heard the door close before releasing the breath she had been holding. She quickly composed herself before darting out of her room and towards Bucky's. She wanted to get him a clean change of clothes so that he wouldn't have to wear those ripped, dirty ones after he left the shower. She also passed by the lab and grabbed one of the first aid kits and a couple of more things she considered she would need for patching up Bucky.

She returned to her room moments before Bucky left the shower. He stepped out only covered in a towel from the waist down. Y/N was sure she would lose her composure right there and then. His toned chest was glistening with the small water droplets that fell from his damp hair, gliding down it, outlining his abs more than ever. His metal arm looked shiny again, and while he was now free of the dried blood, Y/N could make out cuts all over his face, arms, chest and stomach.

She gestured with her head to the change of clothes she had left on her bed. He didn't say anything as he grabbed them and went back into the bathroom to change. After a couple of minutes he emerged again.

Y/N was sat on the bed, her chin resting on her hand, which rested on her knee. She looked up at Bucky through her eyelashes and gave him a once over all over again. "What the hell happened to you Bucky? You've been missing for a week!"

Bucky looked down in shame, feeling bad for not telling her where he had gone. "Fury had a mission for me. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, but took more time than what we thought. I left the morning after the party. Only Steve and Tony knew where I was."

She pursed her lips and slowly nodded her head, "Well what kind of mission was it that left you looking like that?"

"It was to stop some rogue HYDRA agents, it was a small group. No more than ten. It was an easy mission Y/N. I look worse than what it actually was. Most of the blood wasn't mine." Bucky explained.

"You're covered in cuts!"

"They're just small scratches Doll."

Y/n stood up from the bed and went over to her desk to retrieve the first aid kit. She then gestured for Bucky to sit down on the bed, which he did without argument. She approached him and set the stuff down beside him before turning to him again. "Take your shirt off."

"What?"

"I said take your shi-"

"I heard what you said, I'm old, not deaf." Bucky remarked, "I just put the shirt on, why do I need to take it off?"

"I need to make sure you have no deep cuts that need stitching."

Bucky let out an earthy chuckle, "I already told you I'm fine Doll."

"It's protocol Barnes."

"Oh so we're on last name basis now, huh?"

"Just take off your damn shirt Bucky!"

"Okay, okay." He then took of his shirt and in that moment its as if all the air left Y/N's body. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him shirtless, she had recently just seen him in only a towel, and it also wasn't the first time she revised him after a mission. But something about this time felt different.

It was happening in her room and not in the lab, and the unspoken matters between them made the atmosphere tense. As Y/N took to cleaning some of Bucky's cuts, he looked up at her. Her face was scrunched up in concentration, her E/C eyes were focused on what she was doing, her lips pursed, which made it look like she was pouting. Some strands of her H/C H/T hair fell on her face, which was slightly highlighted by the suns light coming in through the windows, giving her and the room an aura of gold. A few more minutes of silence passes before Bucky grabbed her hand and spoke up.

"I owe you an apology." He started. Y/N made no sound and only looked at him with wide eyes, "What I did to you is something no man should ever do, and I regretted my decision to do so the moment I walked out the door, but I was too ashamed to go back. Truth is I became overwhelmed with everything. You looking perfect, the ambient, the team and their stupid plan...just everything became too much and I needed to get out of there. I know I should've explained but I couldn't.

"Truth is Doll, I've been head over heels for you since the moment I saw you, and then I met you and got to know you and I just kept falling deeper into a pit I knew I wouldn't be able to escape. You're everything I've wanted in a woman. You were literally the Ballerina to my Tin Soldier.

"But you deserve better than me. I'll never be the Bucky I was 75 years ago, and I'm no longer the Winter soldier. I'm now just the shell of James Buchanan Barnes, trying to figure out how I fit into the world now and coping with what I had to put up with during my time in HYDRA. I have severe PTSD, I have nightmares and crazy impulses...and you Doll, deserve so much better than that, so much better than me. So I'm sorry."

Bucky let go of her hand and looked down in embarrassment. Y/N was shocked, to say the least. Bucky had just poured his heart out to her without hesitating. She could no longer help to be mad at him, how could she after that. She slowly crouched until she was looking slightly up at him. She reached out a hand and placed it on his cheek, his metal hand coming up instantly to gently wrap his fingers around her wrist as she slowly caressed his warm cheek.

"You know, I've been head over heels for you too. Ever since that day we met. Just one look at you and I knew you were different. Not in the bad way, but in the best way possible. I have never once looked at you and thought about you as a broken, tortured man. To me you have always been, and always will be just Bucky. Never the winter soldier, never Captain Americas best friend. Only Bucky.

"And what you're saying about me deserving someone better is bullshit, pardon my French but that's what it is. You do not get to decide who I do and don't deserve in my life, I decide that myself, and I want you in my life. But more importantly Bucky, you deserve this, you deserve me in your life, and I may sound like a hypocrite telling you you deserve me while also telling you, you don't decide who I deserve, but it's the truth. You deserve someone who will be there for you, who will put up with you PTSD, someone who will look at you like the most precious thing there is, and god Bucky I really hope you let me be that someone for you."

It was now Bucky who was shocked. He saw some tears trickle down Y/N's face and he felt the same on his. Both of the were overcome with emotion, everything that had been pent up for a week and from months before was now coming to light. Bucky knew he didn't have the words to reply, and even if he did he didn't know how to say them. So instead of replying verbally he thought he'd show her what he felt physically.

He leaned down and grabbed her by her waist as if she weighed nothing and brought her to his lap, pulled her as close as possible and then slowly but passionately connected their lips. She didn't protest at all. Her hand with which she had been caressing his cheek remained there while her other found itself wrapped around his broad shoulders. Their kiss started of slow, allowing them to set a pace and get used to the feel of each other's lips, but as time passed the kiss got deeper, faster, needier, and they never separated until the need of air became greater than the need of each other's lips.

Their foreheads rested on one another's, Bucky brought up a hand to caress her neck while both her hands played with the soft curls at the back of his head. They stared into each other's eyes while regaining their breath and composure.

"I love you," Bucky spoke up breaking the looming silence, "I know it might be too soon to say it, but it's how I feel."

Y/n leaned in and gave him a small, slow peck. She moved back but just a small amount so that her lips would ghost over his when she talked, "I love you too, so damn much Bucky, you have no idea."

"I think I have a slight clue Doll." He smiled.

Both of them remained embraced for a little while after that, finally knowing how it felt and not wanting to lose the sensation it gave them both. Neither of them had ever before felt as comfortable as they did then.

"Say...you still kind of owe me a dance." Y/N remarked a little later.

Bucky looked down at her, "Is that so?"

Y/N untangled herself from Bucky and stood up, offering him a hand which he gladly took as he stood up as well. Y/N led him to a part of her room that would give them enough space to dance. They positioned themselves almost identically to how they had been the other night, only this time, Y/N rested her head on Bucky's bare chest, right above his steady beating heart.

"Hey Doll...we don't have any music."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y" Y/N spoke up and not a second later an old song from the 40's started playing. Bucky hummed in contempt, recognizing the song and started to sway you both gently from side to side.

"You know....I guess fairytales sometimes do come true." Bucky said.

Y/N looked up at him, "Why do you say that?"

"In the story, the Steadfast Tin Soldier has to leave his ballerina due to...unfortunate circumstances...and after going through a long and hard journey he comes back to her. And well...I came back to you Doll, it might not have been a long and hard journey, more of a week long, average mission but you get the point."

She let out a small giggle which moved him to his core, "I suppose you're right. You know I find it funny how many parallels you seem to have with the story. It's a tad bit comical really."

"Well I guess stories have more influence in our lives than we think. And the Steadfast Tin Soldier isn't that bad a story to have parallels with."

"If you say so," she replied, "just don't get eaten by a fish, don't see how that would work out."

Bucky laughed, "Don't worry, that won't happen."

And so they danced on until day turned to night, they remained in each other's arms until the late hours of the night. Now that they had each other they didn't ever want to let go, never wanting to live without that feeling anymore. The Tin Soldier had been reunited with his ballerina, and there was no evil Jack-In-the-Box trying to separate them.

In the fairytale, the Soldier and the ballerina perish in a fire together, the flames making them melt into a single, perfect Tin heart. But Bucky and Y/N only melted into each other, coming as close to the other as much as they could. Their hearts were sure to become one after that day , neither of them being able to deny their feelings for the other anymore. And it was a beautiful thing.

The story of the Steadfast Tin Soldier and his Ballerina.

...

"Hey Bucky, what was it you said earlier about the teams stupid plan?"

"You don't want to know Doll."

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