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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 1 year ago

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Shortbread, pt 4

word count: 1124 tags: @rampant-salamander, @bolontiku, @castiels-sunflowers

part 1, part 2, part 3

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Bucky took you to a dance hall. You hadn’t realized they were really a thing, assuming it was Hollywood trickery, but he placed your hand in the crook of his elbow, guiding you along the evening streets of Brooklyn and up the steps of a nondescript building. As the doors opened, the contagious joy of Big Band music spilled out into the crisp night air. Your delighted smile took Bucky off-guard.

“Hasn’t anyone ever taken you dancing?” He asked. You shook your head before realizing it probably wasn’t realistic to admit it.

“Never,” you admitted with some embarrassment. Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“You aren’t one of those nurses that’s actually a nun are you? I ship out soon, I don’t want that on my conscience.” He gave you a serious look and the humour that glittered in this Bucky’s eyes was replaced by the worried look Bucky sometimes wore in the future. You took in a soft breath and tried to recover, covering your surprise with a quick laugh.

“No, not at all,” you covered quickly. “Just grew up sheltered. My folks weren’t exactly delighted that I became a nurse, if you get my meaning.” You remembered learning that World War II was a turning point in legitimizing nursing as a career. Before either of the World Wars, nursing just wasn’t something good girls did. Who would go into a career where you’d see other people naked, sick or worse? Only fallen women.

Bucky tipped his head and took your appearance in. You’d done your best to try to make sure you were dressed appropriately, but the toilette of a woman in the 1940s wasn’t something you’d needed to learn in medic school.

“And no one has chased your skirt since leaving home? I find that hard to believe,” he pressed. You laughed, hoping it hid your nervousness.

“Uncle Sam’s been keeping me busy, Bucky,” you retorted. He seemed mollified by your answer, and helped you slip your coat off to leave at the coat check before leading you out onto the dance floor for a slow song. “I’m not much of a dancer.” You felt the need to apologize, and he shook his head.

“Just follow my lead, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling you close. You were immediately aware of his body, and how close he was, and you had to keep reminding your libido that this Bucky wasn’t your Bucky. That this Bucky would probably be scandalized by the relationship you had with your Bucky. He was a confident lead, moving you around the floor gracefully. You fell silent, examining his face, and noting the small differences between your Bucky and him. He was younger, obviously, and softer. He was still muscular, as far as you could tell, but he wasn’t affected by the serum yet, so those muscles you could feel were less built. He seemed emotionally softer too. More likely to flirt and tease. Your Bucky had taken a long time to join in your ridiculous antics.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you breathed, forgetting yourself for a moment. His brow furrowed in confusion.

“Aren’t I supposed to say that to you?” He asked.

“Only if you think so,” you laughed. His eyes locked with yours and you wondered if he was looking into your soul. The look of desire he gave you was familiar, and you felt your cheeks heating in response.

“We should leave. Let’s go get a coffee,” he led you off the dance floor, and helped you into your coat. He offered his elbow, but you chose to lace your fingers with his instead. He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss against it. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He stopped walking, and looked up and down the street before backing you into the brick wall of the nearest storefront.

“What it means, sweetheart, is that I’m shipping out to a war in a day, and you are making me think about after that. And that shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be falling for you like this. I want to promise you more than tonight. There’s just something about you that makes me want more. I might not come home, I don’t want to make you promises I might not keep.” His breath was warm on your face, and you had to stop yourself from pulling him into a kiss.

“Maybe don’t make me promises then.” Your words were a soft exhalation. He pressed his mouth against yours in a chaste kiss and then pulled away.

“Since the moment I saw you hanging out of your window, I’ve wanted to make every promise I can to you,” he swore. There was some kind of predisposition to love him there, and he must have been feeling it too. You tried to shake the desire free and act more like a woman of his time would. As much as you wanted to do the exact opposite, you pulled away.

“How am I supposed to know you aren’t just telling me stories because you’re heading off to the war? Maybe you just picked me because you heard nurses are fast?” You asked, the words tasting like bile. Bucky looked hurt, just for a moment, before he shook his head and looked at you imploringly.

“Marry me,” he blurted. Your eyes went wide and you gasped.

“Bucky, we just met today,” you exclaimed, pushing away from him and stepping into the middle of the sidewalk, back under the streetlight.

“I know. It’s either the smartest thing I’ve ever done, or the stupidest,” he agreed.

“What if I call your bluff and say yes?”

“Father Sullivan has been my priest since I was a baby. He’ll do it for us. It’s not even late yet.” He pulled you back against him and pressed a more insistent kiss to your lips. You felt his tongue tease at your lips and opened your mouth to him. He groaned and wrapped his arms around you, directing you back against the building. His hands were everywhere, like he’d suddenly remembered how your bodies worked together, but it couldn’t be. This Bucky had never met you before. This Bucky was shipping overseas the next day, and would get taken prisoner at Azzano, and experimented on. He would help form the Howling Commandos, and be lost in action, and become the Winter Soldier. You felt tears pricking at your eyes and pulled away, panting.

“This feels right, sweetheart, tell me I’m wrong.” His words whispered across your lips.

“I’m going to look back on this and think I’m crazy, but maybe that’s the war that’s doing this,” you blurted. “Let’s go find that priest of yours.”

#bucky barnes x reader

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griseldabanks · 10 months ago

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Okay, one more time.

Let me count the ways, 32, Steve and Bucky, Winter Soldier Steve please.

-Rain

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "Forgive me."

“Whoever he used to be...and the guy he is now...I don't think he's the kind you save. He's the kind you stop.”

Sam's words echoed in Bucky's head as he faced the Winter Soldier at the other end of the catwalk. The tall, blond man stood resolute, his face stony. Emotionless. Resolute. The proverbial immovable object meeting his unstoppable force.

If Bucky was unstoppable.

“No,” he'd said to Sam. “No way. He's...my best friend. He's still in there somewhere. I know he is.”

Easy enough to say, running that moment over and over in his mind when Steve's steely gaze clouded over with confusion, as he mumbled, “Who...Who are you?”

Harder to believe, now that he faced the man who had once been his brother, yet now stared blankly ahead as though they had never met.

The catwalk shuddered under their feet as Sam zipped past outside, drawing the attention of the jets towards the other helicarrier. The seconds slipped through his fingers, and Bucky knew he couldn't just stand here wishing things could be different.

What would Steve do? he asked himself. The real Steve.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky straightened, hefting the shield he'd first picked up from the floor of a train in the Alps a lifetime ago. “I don't want to do this, Steve,” he said, “but people will die if I don't. And I could never face you again if I let that happen.”

Steve said nothing, just raised his knife.

They both charged forward.

It was like when he'd tried to teach Steve to throw a punch, back when they were growing up. Except that now they were evenly matched.

It was like when they used to spar in between missions in the war, all of the Howling Commandos taking their turn against Steve to keep them all limber. Except that Steve wasn't pulling his punches anymore.

It was like that fight earlier, the one that had started on the bridge and then moved to the streets, where they matched blow for blow, strength for strength. Except that now there was no flicker of humanity in those cold blue eyes.

Slowly, painfully, clawing for every step, Bucky fought his way back towards the console where he needed to put the targeting chip in. He wanted to stop, to reason with Steve, to remind him who he was...but there was no time.

He knocked the knife out of Steve's hand. It was all wrong.

He bashed his shield—Steve's shield—into his face. It was all wrong.

He threw his shoulder against Steve and hurled him over the railing to fall far below. It was all wrong!

As quickly as he could, he grabbed the targeting chip in the console and pulled it out, reaching for the pouch on his belt.

Somehow, Steve was already there behind him, stabbing at him with a huge knife. Bucky knocked it away, but the blade glanced off the back of his hand, and he dropped the targeting chip. It clattered down onto the huge glass dome below them.

Ducking under Steve's next attack, Bucky dropped down from the catwalk, scurrying after their one hope of saving millions of lives. Steve leapt over the side, racing him for the chip.

Ever since the serum, Steve had always been just a little bit faster. He threw himself into a skid—the very same move Bucky had taught him decades ago, playing baseball at recess—and snatched the targeting chip with his free hand.

Bucky threw the shield even as he barreled forwards. Steve tried to block it with the hand holding the knife, succeeding only in both their weapons falling to the floor.

Coming in low, Bucky threw Steve to the floor with all his might. They rolled over and over on the floor, grappling for the targeting chip. They had never fought like this. Not with this kind of desperation.

Finally, Bucky managed to get on top of Steve, twisting one arm around behind his back while Steve clutched the targeting chip close with his other hand. Bucky put his hand in just the right place and pulled until he felt the arm pop out of its socket.

The scream of agony ripped through Bucky like he'd just dislocated his own shoulder. But there was no time to think about that. Before Steve could wriggle free, Bucky wrapped his legs around Steve to pin him down, locking both arms tightly around Steve's neck.

Steve struggled feebly, trying to hit Bucky with the fist clenched around the targeting chip, but his blows were weak. He kicked fruitlessly, his face growing redder and redder as Bucky's grip blocked off the blood flow.

As Steve's movements grew weaker and weaker, as he slowly lost consciousness, Bucky found himself thinking back to all the times he'd watched Steve drop off to sleep. Sometimes he would struggle to breathe just as he did now. Never before had Bucky been the reason he couldn't breathe.

He blinked away the tears he couldn't afford to shed. Not now.

As soon as Steve's grip on the targeting chip slackened, Bucky loosened his grip. “Forgive me,” he whispered, before grabbing the targeting chip and struggling out from under Steve's heavy weight.

Bucky hastened back up to the console. He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Time seemed to have no meaning when they were locked in combat, but he knew time was running out for Hydra's victims. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

As he struggled to pull himself over the edge of the catwalk, a sudden blazing pain in his leg alerted him to Steve's presence. He hauled himself up onto the catwalk before daring a glance over his shoulder.

Steve stood tall, bedraggled and bloody though he might be, holding his left arm carefully by his side. But he pointed a pistol directly at Bucky with a look of hatred he'd never seen in those eyes before.

Moving as quickly as he could, Bucky turned towards the console and inserted the targeting chip at last. He raised his wrist to speak into the mic. “Charlie lo—“

BANG!

Fire ripped through his left arm. Letting out a cry of pain, Bucky fell to the floor, peering through the metal grating at Steve carefully aiming at him.

Bucky's arm ached, but his heart ached even worse.

Raising his arm again was sheer agony, but he did it as he desperately crawled away around the console, out of Steve's sight. “Do it!” he snapped, not sure if his comms were even working anymore, what with all that blood dripping down his arm. “Fire now!”

“But...Bucky....” Maria Hill's voice trembled slightly.

“Just do it! Now!”

And in moments, the helicarrier burst into flames. With all three targeting chips in place, the helicarriers emptied their entire payload onto each other rather than the millions of innocent victims they otherwise would have killed.

Bucky wearily leaned back against the console, listening to the sounds of groaning metal and shattering glass all around him. They'd won. He'd succeeded. He was going to die, but at least he hadn't failed.

Then a scream met his ears. A scream of pain he knew all too well.

A voice in the back of his head told him it was no use. He might as well just sit back and let the inevitable happen. They were both going to die, so he might as well accept it. Steve would die, never knowing that was his name, never knowing who he was either.

Gritting his teeth, Bucky grabbed the railing with his good hand and hauled himself to his feet. He staggered around the side of the console, looking down at the wreckage of what used to be a glittering glass dome.

A huge metal beam had fallen down, pinning Steve into place. He struggled, heaving at it with his one good arm, but it was too heavy even for him.

Going to Steve's aid was like second nature. It was as natural as breathing. As unconscious as a heartbeat.

Though every movement sent pain shooting all through his body, Bucky dropped down from the catwalk, staggering as yet another explosion rocked the helicarrier. Miraculously, the shield lay unharmed on an intact pane of glass, so Bucky grabbed it on his way. He stumbled over to Steve, who glared up at him with more fear than anger this time.

He thinks I'm going to kill him. That hurt more than everything else combined.

Bucky only had one arm to lift the metal beam, but together with Steve, they managed to lever it up just far enough for Steve to slip out from underneath it. Slowly, gasping for breath, Bucky straightened and looked Steve in the eye. There was only one task left for him.

Captain America's last mission was Steve Rogers.

“My name is Bucky,” he said. “You're Steve. You are Steven Grant Rogers. Your mom's name was Sarah.”

Steve flinched, swiping at the air as if to brush something away. Maybe the shred of a memory.

“You used to put newspapers in your shoes,” Bucky continued, saying anything that came to mind. “You're scared of spiders. You're right-handed, but you spread butter on your bread with your left hand. You're really bad at spitting. You can whistle like a songbird. You had a crush on Lana Chase for four years, and you cried when she went out with Gene Forster.”

With each sentence, he took one small step forward. Steve stood, seemingly transfixed, eyes darting from side to side at this onslaught of facts about himself. Soon, they were an arm's length apart from each other. He could see the darker blue rims around the edges of Steve's irises.

“I know you, Steve. And I think you know me.”

Steve's teeth clenched, his eyes growing wild as if the very suggestion was more threatening than anything Bucky had done yet. “No, I don't!” He swiped with his good arm at Bucky, forcing him back a pace.

The sight of Steve's anguish, the way his brows pinched together with such confusion, such pain.... “I'm not going to fight you anymore, pal.” Bucky dropped the shield through a hole in the glass, letting it tumble to the water far, far below. “You're my friend.”

“No!” With a roar, Steve charged towards him, landing a punch on Bucky's jaw that sent him sprawling to the floor.

Bucky didn't fight back. He didn't resist or even try to protect himself when Steve loomed over him, raining punch after punch down onto his face, screaming over and over again, “No, no, no, no!”

Bucky let him, because he deserved this. He was the reason Steve had ended up in Hydra's clutches. If he hadn't dodged out of the way...if he had been the one to fall from the train....

He didn't know what unimaginable tortures Steve had endured to end up like this. The man with a golden heart, such compassion for those in pain, such a strong sense of justice...twisted like this into a mockery of the man Bucky had always looked up to, even when he was five-foot-four in his stocking feet.

So Bucky didn't mind if he died. Except....

Steve hesitated, his bloody fist poised to strike again. Bucky looked up at him with just one eye, the other one already swelling closed. He felt the sting of salt as a tear trailed down his cheek, trickling over a handful of open cuts.

“'Sokay, Steve,” he mumbled through broken lips. “Even if you kill me...I'll still be with you...to the end of the line.”

The world shattered into a thousand pieces around him, and he was falling, falling, falling, but he didn't even notice.

Because the last thing he saw was the look of horror that crossed Steve's face as he looked into Bucky's eyes...and remembered.

#ask and you shall receive #a2on1break #ask games #let me count the ways #captain america #captain america: the winter soldier #winter soldier #au #captain america!bucky #winter soldier!steve #bucky barnes #steve rogers #brooklynbros #this has been sitting open and almost finished on my computer for like a week -_-#i don't know why it's taken me so long to get it finished #other than i've been trying to be responsible with my time irl and it's leaving me utterly EXHAUSTED #so here have this thing that i'm staying up way past my bedtime to post #it almost made me cry at the end so hopefully that means it's okay

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saiacross · 2 years ago

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Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 2148 Words : First Work : OC

Chapter 2

Who.... What?

Saia, once a lone fighter, has seamlessly integrated herself into the Winchester brothers' world having earned their respect and trust, as she has become an indispensable ally in the war. Sam, Dean, and Saia, now a well-oiled team forged in the fires of battle, find themselves just outside of a small, forgotten town. Their journey together over the past three months has taken them to countless corners of the country, facing horrors that most could scarcely fathom.

Under the pale glow of the moon, the trio confronts the vampire; a figure of predatory elegance, hisses and bares its fangs, its eyes glinting with malevolence. Saia tightens her grip on her trusty machete, its blade shimmering with the promise of steel meeting flesh.

The vampire lunges forward, its movements a blur of inhuman agility. Saia meets the assault head-on, her muscles coiling like a predator's as she dexterously dodges the vampire's deadly claws. With a swift and calculated motion, she delivers a slashing strike, her machete carving through the air. The blade finds its mark, slicing across the creature's arm, drawing a spatter of dark blood.

But the vampire is no mere foe to be underestimated. In a swift counterattack, it strikes with blistering speed, catching Saia off-guard. Its claws rake across her side, leaving behind deep, searing wounds. Pain courses through her, but she grits her teeth refusing to cry out. Saia staggers backwards unil her back meets a tree, her arm wrapping around her waist to put pressure on the wounds as she stare the vampire down. Their eyes locked, as the vampire grins at its next meal.

Sam, wielding a mighty axe, seizes the opportunity to retaliate. He circles around the vampire, he is quick and direct with a mighty swing, he brings the axe crashing down, the force of the blow resonating through the night. The vampire's arm is severed, a spray of dark blood staining the ground.

Dean, armed with his formidable corbar, steps into the fray, his eyes blazing. He unleashes a barrage of relentless strikes, his weapon meeting the vampire's defenses with resounding impact. Each blow is a testament to Dean's strength, the corbar's serrated edges leaving trails of bloody gashes on the creature's body.

But it is Sam, who delivers the killing blow. With a final, decisive swing of his axe, he aims for the vampire's neck, severing its head from its body in a spray of arterial blood. The creature's lifeless form crumples to the ground, its reign of terror brought to an end.

As the battle subsides, Saia, wounded but unbowed, clutches her side, her breaths ragged. Her gaze meets Sam's eyes, filled with concern the brothers quickly move to her side, their footsteps purposeful but gentle.

Sam kneels down, his eyes scanning Saia's injuries; her shirt had been torn and her side gashed open with three lacerations . He hesitated for a moment.

"Hang in there, Saia. We're gonna take care of you." Sam assured as he removed the open flannel he wore.

"Here, it'll help clean the wound. It's gonna sting, but you're tough. You can handle it." Dean spoke as he retrieves a flask from his inner jacket pocket, pouring a small amount of whiskey onto the flannel before Sam placed it against her side.

Saia grits her teeth, the pain etched across her face as she tosses her head back to meet the tree, but she nods, appreciating the assistance.

"Thanks, guys. I'll be fine. Just need a moment."

"We need to get you patched up properly, Saia. We've dealt with worse, remember? But right now, let's get you someplace safe." Sam's voice carries a gentle urgency as he speaks, his focus unwavering.

Dean helps Saia to her feet, offering his support as they begin to slowly move away from the scene.

"We'll find a motel nearby. Get you cleaned up and some proper medical supplies. You'll be back on your feet in no time." His voice carries a mix of determination and brotherly concern.

Saia leans on Dean's shoulder, finding solace in their unwavering support.

"I couldn't have asked for better partners. Thanks for having my back, guys." Her voice, though strained, carries a hint of gratitude.

Sam and Dean exchange a glance, their expressions filled with a blend of resolve and camaraderie.

"We're in this together. We'll keep each other safe. That's what family does." Sam chuckled lightly through his words.

"Welcome to the family by the way. We've got your back, always."Dean nods in agreement, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken promises.

With Saia supported between them, Sam and Dean guide her towards the waiting Impala. They carefully help her into the backseat, ensuring her comfort despite her injuries. Dean settles behind the wheel, his eyes focused he starts the engine. The familiar rumbel of the Impala is a comforting sound. Dean glances at Saia through the rearview mirror;

“Just try to take it easy." his voice filled with reassurance.

Sam takes the passenger seat, turning his gaze to Dean, speaking in a hushed tone.

“Those wounds will take a while to heal, they…” Concern etched across his features as he spoke, but Sam didn’t get the chance to finish before Saia interrupted.

"I'm tougher than I look. I'll bounce back." She nods, her face pale but resolute.

"Damn right, you will.” Dean's eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, his voice laced with determination. He then looks to Sam with a stern nod as he processed to speed down the road.

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The Impala cruises into the parking lot of a nearby town’s motel, its neon sign flickering in the darkness. Dean expertly finds a parking spot, and they help Saia out of the car. All while Sam obtains rooms for the night.

They help Saia out of the car, supporting her as they make their way to her room. Inside, the brothers carefully settle Saia onto her bed, surrounding her with an array of medical supplies. Sam's gentle touch and skilled medical hands tend to her wounds, while Dean sets up a makeshift arsenal nearby, ensuring they're ready for any unexpected threats.

"Just take it easy, and try to get some rest. We'll be right next door keeping watch." Sam explained as he was packing up his med kit.

“If you need anything just holler, and we’ll check in.” Dean's voice carries an air of protection as he adds, reaching out to place a hand on Saia's shoulder.

“Thanks.” Saia said with relief as she closes her eyes, exhaustion washing over her.

Sam and Dean exchange a glance, a silent affirmation of their firm commitment. They settle in, keeping a watchful eye and checking in on Saia as she slept through the night.

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The morning sun casts a warm glow through the curtains of the motel room as Dean gathers a tray of breakfast. A stack of pancakes, a side of crispy bacon, and a steaming cup of coffee are carefully arranged on the tray. Intent on surprising Saia with a delicious meal, Dean knocks lightly on her door, stepping inside without waiting for an answer.

However, as the door swings open, Dean freezes in shock, his eyes widening. Saia, in the midst of changing, stands before him. Saia stops mid movement; with her hands filled with the hem of her shirt lifted just below her chest, her bandages are visible. But something is different. Adorning her head are a pair of exquisite fox ears, twitching slightly in response to the unexpected intrusion. Two fluffy fox tails sway gently behind her, a surprising addition to her form.

Dean's jaw drops, his breakfast-laden hands momentarily wavers. After a moment he pulls the door shut, hand not yet leaving the nod as he attempts to process what he just seen.

“SAM!” Dean hollers to the next room over, his voice catches in his throat as he manages to call out to Sam, his tone filled with disbelief and urgency.

Within seconds, Sam appears at the doorway, concern etched across his face.

“What? Is it Saia? She Okay?” Sam questions, looking to Dean concerned. However, Dean doesn’t answer, and instead Sam is now studying his brothers face.

“Dean? What’s wrong?” Sam’s brow scrunches in confusion; his body a bit more relaxed now, feeling that the issue must not be that dire.

Dean’s lips are pressed tightly together as he tries to figure out the best way to describe what he just saw, before finally coming to the decision to just once again open the motel room door to show him.

“That.” Dean emphasized the single word, his eyes at first not leaving the floor but eventually looking up to Sam, then over to Saia.

“What the hell….?” Sam's voice trails off as he takes in the sight before him—Standing in the middle of the room was Saia in her usual tattered jeans, deep purple t-shirt, black boots with her short brown hair tied back but now she also had fox ears and 2 tails now exposed to both brothers. Dean's shock turns to apprehension in his realization as he looks at Saia.

“Wait a minute... You've been a freaking Kitsune all along?” Dean asked, his tone harsh.

Saia's face pales slightly, her eyes filled with nervous anticipation. She understands their apprehension given their past encounters, her gaze shifting between Sam and Dean. She braces herself for their reaction, her voice trembling slightly as she responds.

“Yes, I am. But please, hear me out. I know what you must think, but I'm different. I would never harm innocent people." Saia was fidgeting with her fingers in front of her, a habit the brothers knew she did whenever she became anxious and one that Dean hated.

“Wait so… so everytime you some how, appeared just in the nick of time, or ‘randomly’ picked up the cold trail…..Huh…” Sam suddenly began to put together all the pieces of the odd events and ‘good luck’ that seemed to come their way when he had hit a dead end; however it didn’t make he feel any better about the situation.

“Yeah…” Saia answered Sam’s unfinished question, her voice cracking slightly. “Heightened senses like being able to see better in the dark then… humans and reflexes including speed.” She would explain though her voice cared guilt now.

“Saia, we've encountered Kitsunes before, and it hasn't exactly ended well. We've seen the havoc they can wreak." Sam's brows furrow, his gaze fixed on Saia as he processes her words.

“Damn right. We're hunters, Saia! Our job is to protect people from creatures like that." Dean threw his hands in the air as he spoke, motioning to the now closed door to her motel room when he spoke about creatures.

"I understand your concerns, and I respect your duty. But I've proven myself to be different. For the past 3 months I've fought by your side, saved lives, and never once betrayed your trust." Saia takes a step forward, her voice filled with sincerity and determination, she was looking straight at the guys now.

Sam's gaze softens, a glimmer of empathy shining through.

"Saia, we've seen you in action, and you've shown nothing but loyalty and bravery. But this is…. this is big and a lot for us to process." Sam would sigh, as he waved his hand between him and Dean; his feelings mixed about the situation.

“You better be telling the truth, Saia. Because if we find out otherwise..." Dean’s eyes were a combination of caution and sympathy as he point at her, his muscle all tense but not knowing how to finish his statement.

"I swear, Dean. I'll do whatever it takes to prove that I'm on your side. I don't want to lose you guys.” Saia’s voice quivered but her conviction was solid.

Sam nodded his head sternly, his hands were on his hips but now he had began to rub the back of his neck, that was surely tense.

"Look we've faced difficult choices and tough truths before. Let's just take some time to understand this better…” Sam took a deep breath before finishing “but know that we're here for you, Saia."

"Yeah, we're not throwing you to the wolves just yet. But if you cross that line, we won't hesitate." Dean’s gaze soften but his posture was still rugged.

"Thank you, both. I won't let you down. I'm ready to answer any questions you have.." Saia's eyes well up with relief and gratitude, her body finally relaxing.

As the weight of apprehension begins to lift, the trio gathers around the table, ready to cut into discussions and research. Uncertainties still linger, but Sam and Dean's willingness to give Saia a chance marks a turning point in their relationship. Winchester brothers and Saia forge a delicate trust, one built on the understanding that actions speak louder than words.

End Chapter.

#dean winchester #sam winchester #oc stuff #supernatural #kitsune #fanfic #fantasy #injuries #dean x oc #Sam x oc #female oc #the winchester brothers

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fanfictionandpearls · 2 years ago

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When The Levee Breaks- Ch2

Pairing: Kimberly Hart X Tommy Oliver

Summary: A tornado appears in Oklahoma, unlike any tornado this world has ever seen. The Winchesters go to investigate what is causing this phenomenon and find a world that is completely different from their own. Supernatural/Power Rangers Mash Up.

"Agent Holt, Agent Wilson, follow me," a nurse said as Sam and Dean walked behind her and they took in the extra security. The only reason they were ahead of the real FBI was Bobby's tip off and they needed to get these two beings out of here. With the war in heaven, there was no telling what side these beings were on and it was best to neutralize them until they knew where they fell.

"What can you tell us about their condition?" Dean asked as they paused in the doorway and the nurse looked back at them.

"Unconscious, but surprisingly healthy and stable. If they hadn't been in that field, I would just say that they were sleeping," the nurse admitted as they nodded. That certainly made things a lot easier for them and the plan they had. "Their identifications were weird though."

"Weird how?" Sam asked as Dean walked further into the room and glanced at the medicine that they were attached to. It was nothing that was really keeping them alive. Bobby was meeting them at a safehouse he had outside Ashland, Nebraska, but it was up to them to talk the doctors and nurses into letting them walk out with these two beings. They looked human, but they had been around too many monsters that appeared human to the average joe as well. Until they knew for sure, this was a new kind of monster that no one had ever run into before.

"Their ids aren't from real places. Reefside, California. Briarwood, Oregon. We can't find them on any map and Google isn't helping either. The best we got were some tv show references," the nurse said as Sam took the evidence bag from her and nodded.

"We have authorization to move them to a federal facility. We're not sure if they are a danger to this world," Dean said as he passed them some paperwork that they had hastily forged and the nurse nodded. "We will require an ambulance, but since they are stable- no need for medical personnel."

"That's unorthodox," the nurse responded as Sam turned on the charm and Dean motioned to the other medical personnel who were willing to move them onto ambulance gurneys. It was obvious to the both of them that they did not want them in this hospital any longer than they needed to be. The circumstances that got them here freaked out even the most experienced medical personnel.

They put them into the ambulance and Dean let out a sigh of relief. As they pulled out of the ambulance bay they saw government plated cars pull into the parking lot and turned on the sirens. The impala was parked a few streets over and it was not going to take long for the hospital personnel to realize that they had let fake federal agents take the only people that might know what had happened in that field. Dean switched on the lights and sirens and floored it, every second was going to count.

"They are not on the angels' side," Cas said as he landed in the passenger's seat and Dean jerked the wheel before quickly correcting back into his lane. No matter how many times Cas dropped in, he would never get used to the sudden appearances.

"Thanks, Cas. You could have just answered the text Sam sent you," Dean pointed out as Sam glanced up into the front of the ambulance. "Sammy?"

"He's starting to come around. I'll knock him back out if he wakes up," Sam stated as Cas and Dean exchanged a glance, but didn't argue with him. They didn't know what they were up against and if they could be unconscious- that was the easiest way to keep them until they got to the safehouse.

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"Where…where am I?" the woman murmured as she blinked her eyes open and felt that she was secured to a chair. She glanced around the room and saw three men watching her and Tommy attached to a similar chair. She had water thrown in her face and she sputtered as she stared up at the tallest man who had pulled out a knife and he quickly slashed her arm and then pulled out another one and slashed the other. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Huh. Doesn't react to holy water, silver, or iron," Sam said as she wondered what the hell the man was talking about. Why would she react to any of those? Was there some sort of allergy she would suddenly develop?

"Dead man's blood did nothing. Ashes of a phoenix did nothing. Goopher dust did nothing," Bobby remarked as she glanced down to see several syringe marks on her arms. What had they injected her with? "What are you?"

"Human," she sassed as she pulled against the restraints, testing them. She was feeling her strength come back and if Tommy didn't wake up soon- she was going to have to get them out of this and then she would cuss Tommy up one side and down the other for pulling her into this mess, again. "Where am I?"

"We're asking the questions here," Dean said as he leaned in close to her and she met him head on. This man didn't scare her. She had had real things in her life that were terrifying. He was not terrifying by any means. "How did you get here?"

"It looks like you kidnapped me. How about you enlighten me then?" she quipped as Dean smirked. That smart mouth would be attractive if she was actually human, but he highly doubted it. The man started to come around and Sam repeated the tests on him. They were concerned about testing him while he was conscious, there was something about him that made them all think he could be dangerous. "Do you work for Lipretere?"

"Sorry who?" Bobby asked as he watched the man test the bonds and for the first time felt a jolt of fear. They could control her, but there was something in his eyes that made him think the man was not controllable. There was something that made him think that they were going to be hunted if these beings weren't on their side.

"Lipretere. The being that attacked her to get to me," the man said as they all shook their heads. They had never heard of a Lipretere before. "Where are we?"

"No idea. Best guess- still on Earth," the woman replied as she flexed her hands and they watched as something appeared. Sam wrestled it out of her hands and they all stared at it. They moved away from them and studied the item as she let out a groan. She hadn't even meant to summon her morpher, she was just trying to see how much give they had left her. "I'd like my morpher back!"

The men retreated even further out of the room and she looked over at Tommy again. He flicked his hands and his morpher appeared. He muttered his morphing sequence and a light filled the cabin as he morphed. It broke the ropes that held him, but also called the attention of the three men. They charged back into the room, but froze as they watched the man rise to his feet. He ignored them as he walked over to the women and quickly checked her over.

"No way. Sam- didn't you watch some kung fu shit when you were a kid where…" Dean trailed off as the masked man went about untying the woman's ropes. "Oh what was it… Super Soldiers? Galactic Gurus?"

"Power Rangers?" Sam suggested as they watched the beings freeze. They both exchanged a glance as the men smiled. "What was the girl you had a major crush on?"

The two groups studied each other. The more the Winchesters examined the foreign beings, the more they realized that they looked exactly like a couple of characters from one of Sam's favorite shows as a kid. They were older, but there was no denying who the woman was and they both had a sinking feeling about who the man was as well. They'd been really smart to test his reaction when he was unconscious.

"Smooth, Sammy. Real smooth," Dean muttered as the woman rose to her feet and she moved towards him. "Kimberly Hart?"

"And Tommy Oliver. I'll take that," Tommy said as he grabbed her morpher and tossed it over to her as she turned her glare to him. "Can we agree that we're human now that you have some idea who we are?"

"You asshole," Kimberly growled as she charged at Tommy and sparks flew up as she punched him. "You were awake and you let them torture me!"

"They tortured you?" Tommy asked as he demorphed and wrapped his arms around her as she struggled against him. He looked down at her arms and saw multiple cuts and he felt that she was soaked. "You tortured her?"

"Just doing our job- we had to check," Sam said as he held his hands up and Tommy glared over at him as Kimberly bucked in his arms. "You could have been anything- from vampires to werewolves to demons. So yeah- we had to check."

"Those aren't real," Kim said as she finally pulled out of Tommy's arms and glared over at him. He let out a sigh. Now that their lives were not immediately in danger, she was going to go back to hating him. "How the fuck did you get us into this?"

"I warned you that Lipretere was going to come after you and that you should get back to Reefside or go into hiding. You ignored me," Tommy ground out as the Winchesters continued to watch them. This was definitely not the couple that had been portrayed in the tv show, that couple had been wildly in love.

"Why would he use me to get to you?" Kim asked as he just gave her a look and she snorted. "Not that shit again. You don't cheat on your fiancee with multiple people and still be desperately in love with her."

"I was evil," Tommy clarified to the room as she laughed.

"Oh yeah, evil enough to fuck your way through Katherine, Renee, Jasmine, Michelle- who else?" Kim growled as he let out a groan. It had been over ten years and she still could not forgive him for what he had done when he was evil. She had forgiven basically everything but the infidelity and that was something he understood, but he still cared about her. He still cared about her enough that every evil in the universe knew that she was his achilles' heel. She tolerated him when she was in danger, she craved him when she was terrified, but mostly he was her safe place and he was fine if that was all he ever was again. She seemed to hate herself and him for the fact that she felt safest with a man who had hurt her heart so much. "How far are we from Briarwood, Oregon?"

"See- that's the problem- there's no Briarwood, Oregon or Reefside, California. You got dropped in that field by a tornado that hovered there for over a day- your lives- were a kids tv show," Dean said as Sam pulled up an episode and began playing a clip. Kim and Tommy huddled around the screen and they watched their mortified stares. "Yeah…we know. Similar thing happened to us, but that involved angels and our friend Cas said you weren't part of an angel thing."

"And they certainly aren't part of any deal I would make for hell," Crowley said as they all jerked around to him. "Hello boys…and girl. A little birdie said that you picked up what fell out of that storm- I guess they were right."

"Seriously? Did I ever look like that?" Kim shrieked as Tommy looked back at the computer and shook his head no. She might have been the pink ranger, but she had never dressed that way. "Ignoring that- different universe?"

"Looks like it and looks like Lipretere brought us here," Tommy stated as he let out a sigh. He wanted to go after Lipretere, but they owed the people that had saved them from all the questioning. "Who are you?"

"I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam. We're hunters," Dean said as he watched them carefully as they studied him. He was not sure that he wanted them as an ally, but he had a feeling he definitely didn't want them as an enemy. "We hunt ghosts and werewolves and vampires and demons. And sometimes angels. You are now our problem."

"We can take care of ourselves. We've been down this road before and once we can get Lipretere, we should get back to our world," Tommy said as Kim nodded. The two of them had had this happen more times than they wanted to admit and they knew best how to track down Lipretere. They also knew that anyone that was with them, was in danger. "Thanks for getting us out of any awkward questions."

"I don't think it's going to be that easy," Bobby said as they all turned to him. "What can you do? Really do. I mean you muttered a few words and were powered up to take us on and anything that got in your way. Both sides are going to want you as a weapon."

"We're no one's weapon," Kim ground out as Sam and Dean grimaced. They had both said that before, but it didn't matter- they were turned into weapons anyway. "What?"

"Allow me," Crowley said as smoke poured out of his mouth and he took over Kimberly's body. Her eyes blinked open and Tommy jumped back as he saw they were pitch black.

"Get out of her," Tommy ordered and to all of their surprise black smoke immediately poured out of her mouth. She collapsed into Tommy's arms and he watched the man stand back up. Crowley stared at him as he shook his head. He'd never had that happen before.

"Well I'll be damned," Bobby muttered as Tommy gave them a confused look before Kimberly leaned over to the side and threw up. She batted his hands away as he ignored her and continued to care for her. The rest of the room stared at them in awe. Yeah, they definitely had some powers that all sides would want.

#powerrangers #power rangers #supernatural #crossover #kimberly hart x tommy oliver #sam winchester #dean winchester #tommy oliver #kimberly hart

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Marked by Fire (Chapter 5, 1/3)

Chapter 5 - The Devil You Know (Part 1)

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alina Vaughn (OC)

Summary: Dean Winchester has seen his fair share of trouble. He’s hunted monsters, tangled with demons, and stared down the end of the world more times than he cares to count. But when a job leads him to a black-market dealer with a reputation for selling supernatural artifacts to the highest bidder, he finds himself caught in something far more dangerous than he expected. Alina Vaughn doesn’t do favors. She doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t take unnecessary risks. But when the Winchesters come knocking, looking for an Enochian sigil amulet that shouldn’t even exist, she gets pulled into a game of power, secrets, and dangerous men who don’t take no for an answer. What starts as a business transaction quickly spirals into something bigger—something neither of them can walk away from. Because in this world, knowledge is power, and power is always dangerous. And for Dean Winchester and Alina Vaughn, the real question isn’t just whether they can survive what’s coming. It’s whether they can survive each other.

Tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, age gap, UST (unresolved sexual tension), unresolved romantic tension, Dean Winchester has feelings (and hates it), angst (sort of)

A/N: Honestly, I don't know what this is. I just know that I needed to get this story out of my head and that it's been literally driving me insane for months. All the names and incidents are fictitious. All the coincidences are accidental.

This will probably take a lot more chapters than I initially planned it to be.

You can find this work on AO3: Marked by Fire

Do NOT copy, steal, or republish my work anywhere. Thank you.

࣭ ⭑⚝ YOU CAN FIND THE CHAPTER LIST HERE ࣭ ⭑⚝

The scent of red wine and a faint trace of amberwood lingered in the air as Alina moved through her penthouse, her bare feet soundless against the polished marble floors. Outside, the city hummed, the distant flicker of headlights weaving through the dark streets below.

Her laptop sat open on the dining table, the glow of the screen casting a dim reflection across the glass surface. Lines of encrypted messages scrolled past as she skimmed the latest update from her contact in Prague.

Viktor Makarov.

She exhaled, drumming her fingers against the keyboard.

His family had fled Russia nearly a century ago, back when shifting tides of power made exile the only option. They had settled in Czechia, using old money and older secrets to carve out their place in Europe’s underground circles.

But Makarov himself?

He wasn’t just another rich bastard playing collector.

He was deep in the occult world—the kind of man who knew exactly what he was dealing with.

And now, he had the amulet.

Alina’s jaw tightened slightly as she considered her next move.

She wasn’t just dealing with some paranoid hoarder who tucked his treasures behind glass cases. If Makarov had gone after the Enochian amulet, it meant he had a purpose for it.

And that? That was a problem.

She grabbed her phone, tapping out a quick message to one of her Prague contacts.

"Need access to Makarov. Quietly."

She hesitated for a beat, then added—

"Price is not an issue."

Money was never an issue.

She locked the screen and set the phone down beside her wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid before taking a slow sip. The cool night air drifted in from the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of rain and city stone.

She needed to move quickly.

This wasn’t just a job anymore.

It was a race.

He stared down at his phone, scowling.

"V. Makarov. Prague. I’ll handle it."

"Don’t get in my way."

Dean exhaled through his nose, tossing the phone onto the war table. “Yeah, real polite.”

Sam, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow. “What did she say?”

Dean snorted. “That she’s got it covered. Told us to stay out of her way.”

Sam frowned, flipping open an old lore book. “Makarov… I’ve seen that name before.” He ran a finger down the yellowed pages, pausing on a line of handwritten notes. “His family’s been in the game for generations. Not just collecting, but using. Some of their artifacts have been linked to disappearances, cult activity, even demon deals.”

Dean leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Great. So she’s walking into a nest of freaks with a God-powered trinket in play.”

Sam nodded grimly. “Yeah. And if Makarov has the amulet, there’s a reason for it.”

The older brother sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. Dammit.

“Alright,” he muttered. “Guess we’re heading to Prague.”

Sam hesitated, then slowly shook his head.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “What?”

Sam gave him a look. “Dean. Prague.”

Dean stared at him blankly.

Then realization hit.

“Oh, hell no.”

Sam fought back a smirk. “It’s overseas, Dean. Unless you plan on driving there—”

“I’d rather set myself on fire.”

Sam exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Dean, be rational.”

“I am being rational,” Dean shot back. “Rational is not getting on a metal death tube and flying across the damn ocean.”

Sam sighed. “So what’s the plan, then?”

Dean tapped his fingers against the table, jaw tightening. “We find another way. Contacts, middlemen, something.”

Sam crossed his arms. “And if we can’t?”

Dean exhaled sharply, pushing out of his chair.

“Then we hope like hell that Alina Vaughn doesn’t get herself killed.”

Dean paced the length of the war room, hands on his hips, jaw tight. The idea of just sitting here while Alina walked straight into some occult-obsessed freak’s lair didn’t sit right with him.

It wasn’t about trust—he still wasn’t sure where he stood on that—but there was something about the way she had dismissed them, like she didn’t think they were worth considering, that pissed him off.

Or maybe it wasn’t just that.

Dean huffed, shaking the thought off.

Sam, seated at the table, was flipping through more lore books, but even he looked frustrated. Finally, he sighed and shut one with a thud.

“We need help.”

Dean shot him a look. “Yeah? From who? ‘Cause unless you got a hunter with a teleportation trick up their sleeve, I don’t see how we—”

A gust of wind.

A faint fluttering of wings.

Dean’s shoulders tensed instinctively.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean let out a long breath through his nose. “Speak of the damn devil.”

Castiel stood a few feet away, trench coat slightly rumpled, his usual unreadable expression in place. His blue eyes flicked between the brothers before settling on Dean.

“You prayed to me.”

The younger brother cleared his throat. “Uh, technically, we didn’t. But you are exactly who we needed, so… convenient timing.”

Cas tilted his head slightly. “I was already on my way. I could feel Dean’s frustration.”

Dean scowled. “Yeah, well, next time, knock.”

The angel ignored him. “What’s going on?”

Sam stood, grabbing a folder and handing it to him. “We’re dealing with an artifact. Enochian. An amulet that’s supposedly in the hands of a guy named Viktor Makarov.”

Cas took the folder, scanning it with an unreadable expression. “Makarov,” he repeated. “I know that name.”

Dean crossed his arms. “Of course you do.”

The angel glanced up. “His family has been collecting powerful objects for generations. Some of their artifacts date back to the early days of Heaven’s influence on Earth. They’ve avoided direct conflict with angels, but their interest in Enochian relics is… concerning.”

“Great. So they’re not just hoarding dangerous crap, they know exactly what they have.” Dean’s jaw tightened.

Cas nodded. “Yes. And that makes them more dangerous than most.”

Sam ran a hand through his hair. “Alina’s already on her way to Prague. She thinks she can handle this alone, but if Makarov has that amulet, we have no idea what he could do with it.”

Cas frowned slightly. “You’re worried about her.”

Dean opened his mouth, then shut it. His jaw worked for a second before he huffed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’m worried about the damn amulet.”

Cas didn’t look convinced.

Dean ignored it. “Point is, we can’t just sit here. And since I’m not flying my ass to Prague—”

The angel gave him a blank stare. “Yes, I recall your… fear.”

He pointed a finger at him. “It’s not fear, Cas. It’s common freakin’ sense.”

Cas blinked. “Right.”

“Can you get to her?” Sam sighed.

Castiel considered for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. But she may not appreciate my interference.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, well, that makes two of us.”

“Then why do you want me to intervene?” Cas said, tilting his head.

Dean exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because she’s walking into a mess she doesn’t fully understand. She’s good, I’ll give her that, but Makarov isn’t some two-bit dealer. He’s playing a different game. And if she underestimates him…”

Sam finished for him. “She won’t walk out.”

Cas studied them both for a moment, then gave a slow nod. “I’ll go.”

Dean pointed at him. “And Cas—”

Cas glanced back.

Dean’s voice was firm. “Keep her alive.”

Cas’s expression remained unreadable, but there was something like understanding in his gaze.

Then, with a shift of air and the faint sound of rustling wings—he was gone.

Dean exhaled, gripping the edge of the table.

Sam gave him a knowing look. “You sure it’s just about the amulet?”

Dean scowled, grabbing his beer. “Shut up, Sam.”

Prague

The air was cool and damp as Alina stepped onto the cobblestone street, her sharp gaze flicking over the elegant facades of old townhouses, their intricate stonework softened by time. The city was beautiful, timeless—and full of ghosts.

A black Mercedes idled near the curb, waiting. The driver, a man in his fifties with a thick Czech accent and an even thicker air of suspicion, had barely spoken since picking her up at the airport. That was fine. She wasn’t here to make friends.

She adjusted the collar of her long wool coat, tugging her gloves tighter before sliding into the backseat.

“Take me to the estate,” she murmured in Czech.

The driver didn’t acknowledge her beyond pressing the accelerator.

Makarov’s people were careful.

Good.

So was she.

As the car moved through the winding streets of Prague’s old quarter, Alina’s fingers drummed lightly against her thigh. She wasn’t nervous—not exactly—but she didn’t like walking into situations blind.

Makarov had agreed to meet her, which meant he was already curious.

Curiosity could be an advantage.

Or it could be a very, very big problem.

She exhaled through her nose, rolling her shoulders. Whatever this was, she’d handle it. She always did.

Dean had been sitting still for exactly four minutes before he got tired of it.

He stood abruptly, pacing near the war table, scowling at nothing in particular.

Sam barely glanced up from his laptop. “You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor.”

Dean ignored him.

Sam sighed, typing something into a search engine before continuing. “Cas will handle it.”

The older Winchester snorted. “Yeah? Like how he handled Rowena’s spell going haywire? Or that time he got his ass handed to him by Metatron? Forgive me if I’m not exactly feeling the warm and fuzzies here, Sammy.”

Sam gave him a look. “You trust him with everything else.”

Dean’s jaw ticked. “This is different.”

Sam closed his laptop. “Because it’s Alina?”

Dean didn’t answer right away.

Because the real answer?

It was messy.

She wasn’t their problem. Not really. She wasn’t family, wasn’t some lost hunter they had picked up along the way. She was a wildcard, a self-serving, pain-in-the-ass thief who played by her own rules.

And yet—

Dean dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply.

“She doesn’t get how bad this could go.”

Sam was quiet for a moment, then nodded. “Maybe. But she’s not stupid.”

Dean muttered under his breath. “Yeah, well, that makes one of us.”

The younger brother huffed a quiet laugh, but his expression was thoughtful.

Dean turned, bracing his hands against the edge of the table. “Cas better haul ass. ‘Cause if she gets herself killed before we even figure out what this thing does, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Sam smirked slightly. “So, just about the job then?”

He shot him a glare. “I will throw something at you.”

Sam just chuckled, shaking his head.

Dean grumbled something about ‘smart-ass little brothers’ and grabbed another beer.

The waiting game sucked.

Prague - Makarov's Estate

The Mercedes came to a slow stop outside a sprawling estate, its gothic architecture looming against the evening sky. Tall iron gates framed the entrance, flanked by stone gargoyles that had long since lost their faces to time.

Alina tilted her head slightly, taking it in.

Dramatic bastard.

The driver remained silent as he opened the door for her.

She stepped out, smoothing a hand down her coat before nodding once. “Stay here.”

If things went bad, she’d need a quick exit.

She adjusted the strap of her handbag—a Bulgari Serpenti Forever, a calculated choice—and walked toward the entrance.

Two men in tailored suits and very obvious firearms stood by the doors, watching her approach.

She didn’t break stride.

One of them, a blond with sharp Slavic features, stepped forward. “Miss Vaughn.”

She arched a brow. “Makarov’s expecting me.”

The man nodded once, pulling the heavy doors open.

Inside, the estate was just as she had imagined—dark wood paneling, high ceilings, oil paintings that probably cost more than most people’s houses. The scent of old books and something faintly metallic lingered in the air.

A collector’s home.

She was led through a grand hallway, past a sitting room where an ornate fireplace crackled softly.

Then, into an office.

Makarov stood behind a heavy mahogany desk, flipping through an ancient-looking tome. He was in his sixties, silver-haired but still broad-shouldered, his presence commanding without effort.

His sharp eyes lifted to hers.

“Miss Vaughn,” he greeted smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Alina smiled, slow and easy.

“Business, of course.”

Makarov gestured to the chair across from him. “Then by all means, let’s talk.”

She settled in, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze flickering briefly to the bookshelves behind him. A display case stood in the corner—several relics carefully arranged within.

And there—hanging from a delicate iron stand—was the amulet.

Bingo.

She turned back to Makarov, her expression unreadable.

This just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

chapter 5 is officially my 13th reason at this point since it will be split into 3 parts cuz this shit is LONG

not sure what frustrates me more, the initial idea to show how similar these two are despite being from completely different worlds or the plot itself

btw this work is heavy Maneskin-coded, they've been on repeat since chapter 1 so feel free to listen to their rush! album while reading to get the vibe

anyways, whiny time is over, will be forever grateful for feedback ೀ

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from-dre · 9 months ago

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One One-Thousand

I’d been among the few stuffed animals that Mrs. Carmine had placed inside the crib when she first brought little Cynthia home. The others lining the rest of the room hadn’t been as lucky and so the toddler rarely played with them in the years to follow.

Her bright blond curls stood out in family portraits when set against the straight dark hair of her adoptive parents. They adored the child. She was showered with attention. Always given new toys. It didn’t matter, I remained her favorite. So on the day the screams started, little Cynthia came running for me first.

The Carmines had a television in their living room, but if I wasn’t placed or dropped on the floor in its line of view, I’d be stuck having to piece things together just by listening. What I heard was horrifying. Mass violence overseas. Some type of invasion. Enormous power outages leaving entire countries in the dark. I’d hear Mr. Carmine talking about a potential war and how they’d have to start coming up with an escape plan would it ever reach Stateside. I’d hear Mrs. Carmine sit up crying for nights in a row. Cynthia held me tighter than ever before. After she’d fall asleep, I’d stare at the other stuffed animals in the room with me, all of us with the same blank expressions we’d always worn. I always wondered if they too, could think like me. If they were stuck inside their own bodies like I was, unable to move or speak, just observe and process. I assumed they could. But of course, I’d never know, just like they’d never know if they ever wondered the same thing about me.

“Sam!” I heard Mrs. Carmine crying out to her husband from another room. “Get in here now!” She sounded petrified and began sobbing loudly. Cynthia stopped her coloring, scooped me up by one of my floppy ears, and ran out of her room towards her mother. From the poor girl’s arms, I watched the television but struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. A helicopter was transmitting a live feed from high above. It showed a gigantic gaping hole in the middle of a desert. I couldn’t make out how large it was until I realized the small specks surrounding its outer edge that I mistook for ants turned out to be people. Millions of them. The camera zoomed in as far as it could onto a cluster of them. I could almost make out their faces when Mrs. Carmine shrieked again, covering her mouth. “They’re digging!” She yelled to herself. Cynthia and I were made to go back into her room, though I couldn’t help but think about what I’d just seen. Who were those people? Something about the way they were standing wasn’t normal.

In the coming weeks I tried piecing together what little information I could. Mass suicides were happening globally. People were voluntarily walking into the oceans without trying to swim. All heading towards the hole that had gotten so big it now seemed to cover half of Egypt. Mrs. Carmine began sleeping next to Cynthia at night. She’d taught her daughter to count from ten one-thousand all the way down until she’d hit zero. She told her how that was the magic number that could instantly slow her racing heartbeat if she ever got scared. But how she could only use its magic once in her life. How the fewer numbers she’d need to count, the braver she was. Cynthia never needed to get past six one-thousand.

One afternoon I heard shouting. But it sounded different than ever before. I quickly realized it wasn’t coming from anywhere inside the house. Just then, I heard the front door open and slam shut.

“Carol – get Cynthia now! It’s here! It’s come here!” I heard Mr. Carmine running through the house, gathering things.

“What?!” Mrs. Carmine’s voice from their bedroom.

“Now Carol! Go!”

“Tell me what’s happening!”

“No time, I’ll explain in the car! Get Cynthia!”

The sound of the bedroom door bursting open woke the sleeping girl. Her mother grabbed her hand.

“Come on baby, we’re leaving.” I watched the two hurry out of the room, down the hall, and around the corner out of sight.

“Wait!” I finally heard. The sound of little footsteps ran back towards me and a minute later, I was in the girl’s arms as the three of them headed for the front door, bags of food in hand.

“Straight to the car.” Mr. Carmine said. Then, sunlight. Since first arriving to the Carmines’, I’d been taken outdoors twice. Once for a trip to the park and once to play with Cynthia in the backyard. For the past year and a half however, we lived with the world turning into utter chaos. Now, I finally saw for myself the reality of it all.

The first thing I noticed were the screams coming from half the houses on the block. A few cars had broken windows. Then, a man running, another chasing him while flailing his limbs violently, saying something over and over in a gurgled voice. Mr. Carmine jumped in the car. Mrs. Carmine opened the backseat for me and the girl, then slammed it shut and hurried into the passenger seat. I tried to see where the two men ran to but couldn’t find them. When the car backed away from the driveway they reentered my line of sight.

“Mommy!” Cynthia howled. The gurgling man had caught up to his victim, pinned him to the ground, and was now forcing himself atop his head to get to his ear. He began chanting the same phrase over and over again. A language I’d never heard. In a matter of seconds the man trying to fight himself free stopped moving. He stiffened out. Then, his limbs cracked into a position they weren’t made to take. He began to utter something. His voice had changed into the same demonic growl as his attacker’s. He jumped up and the two began running again. But this time, together, and in complete syncopation.

“Drive, Sam!” Cynthia’s mother yelled.

“What’s happening?” Mr. Carmine muttered to himself.

As the car pulled away from the house, I looked out passed the back window. Trees whirled by. Homes on fire, cars overturned, we were nearing downtown. More packs of those gurgling people, all chanting the same thing, all with cracking limbs running in a form no human body has ever taken before. No blood stains, no wounds, just the same expression on their faces as I had seen on those people surrounding the huge hole in the Earth. It looked, evil. Muscles I’d never seen a face use held their features in place. Unsymmetrical eyes. Lips that snarled. Crooked noses.

“They’re saying whatever it is reached Manhattan last night. By this morning it was here in Florida and an hour ago just outside Sarasota.” Mr. Carmine relayed the news to his shocked wife, too paralyzed to cry. “They turn into these things by some signal the brain picks up when it’s close enough to hear it. Then they go after others, turning more until they have enough and start heading East.”

“Why East?” Mrs. Carmine asked.

“They’re headed in that hole’s direction. Whatever’s buried there, they’re digging for it constantly, day and night, even after some have their arms fall off, they continue to dig. It’s…, this is it. This is how the world ends.” The car continued to race through the city streets.

“Don’t talk like that, I’m sure they’ve started dropping bombs on that pit by now.”

“It doesn’t work! New ones find their way to it! They just-“

Mr. Carmine had been in the middle of catching his breath when an SUV barreled into the driver’s side. We slid to a complete stop with broken glass covering the inside of the car. I couldn’t see the aftermath but by Mrs. Carmine’s hysteria, I assumed the worst.

“No! No, no, Sam, my God!” Cynthia had never been quick to cry. But now I started feeling her chest rise and lower quicker and quicker. “Baby get out of the car!” Mrs. Carmine flew out and grabbed her daughter out and into the street. Cynthia held me tighter. I could see the driver from the SUV’s body had smashed through its windshield. “Oh my God, oh my God. Where? Where?” The girl’s mother was frantically looking for a place to run towards. Screams came from all around us. The storefronts were all broken into. Gunfire from both near and far. “There!” She grabbed her daughter’s hand and the two of them ran inside a neighborhood deli. The chairs that were once stacked up against the door had been pushed to the side. Mrs. Carmine looked around in a panic. Then a voice.

“Over here! Hurry!” From behind the counter, a man stood waving his arm. We ran towards him as he pointed to the walk-in freezer. “My wife and son are in there, come on!”

The two pounded on its outside and a few seconds later the thick door swung open. From back out in the dining area, a loud crash rung out by windows being broken, then the faint sounds of deep gurgled chanting filled the room.

“They’re in! Hurry, get to the back of the freezer!” The man yelled. His wife, young son, Mrs. Carmine and Cynthia huddled together in the dim corner as the man pulled the freezer door shut and stacked as many crates as he could find in front of it. He kept the light on and I watched him kneel down in prayer. Cynthia squeezed me tight and I noticed the young boy with us looking at her in worry, he too held a stuffed bunny in his arms. I made eye contact with it and it with me. I didn’t know what the young boy had named his furry friend or if they’d made as many memories as little Cynthia and I had over the years. I didn’t know how close the two had become or if the young boy had ever been able to read the bunny’s blank face as well as Cynthia had been able to read mine. I didn’t even know if the bunny could feel emotion or think thoughts like I could, but still, we stared at each other in silence. Outside, gurgled chanting neared closer to the freezer.

“Ten one-thousand…,” whispered a shaking Cynthia. “Nine one-thousand…eight one- thousand.” Pounding on the door began. The man prayed faster, louder, with more aggression. The chanting, though in unison, sounded like it came from a dozen or more voices. “Five one-thousand…four one-thousand.” The man began crying, the chanting grew louder, the pounding turned into violent scratching. Panels began getting pulled off in all directions. The bunny held its blank expression, still looking at me, and by the time Cynthia reached one one-thousand and hadn’t yet stopped, I wondered if it knew how scared it should truly be.

#fiction #zombie apocalypse #apocalypse #short story

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babyboywilson · 3 years ago

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dean swore he was supposed to leave 15.. maybe 20 minutes ago for this hunt.

he’d found cas in the library, still researching, and he’d dropped a kiss to cas’ forehead, letting him know he was joining sam and eileen because they needed help and he’d be back by the morning. cas had nodded, humming idly, and dean had taken a step away from the angel.

but the words must have caught up in cas’ head, because his hand darted out, snagging dean’s wrist as he said, “where’s my kiss goodbye?”

dean grinned, leaning down to catch cas’ lips in a quick kiss. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said against cas’ mouth.

cas smiled softly, “you’d better” he said, breaking the kiss and nudging dean towards the war room. “go on,” cas said, except, dean wasn’t done.

instead, he guided cas up from his seat, pushing the back of cas’ thighs against the table as he stole another kiss, lingering in the way he caught cas’ lower lip between his own. easing back slowly, dean murmured, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

the way cas’ fingers grazed against dean’s lower back made dean yearn to draw cas back in for more. “I’ll be waiting for you,” cas replied.

letting cas go, dean moved towards the war room, grabbing his shoes and his gun. cas followed him, and once dean had tugged on one shoe and then the other, cas was the one drawing dean up and into another kiss.

“be careful,” cas murmured as he traced over dean’s lips with his own.

“always,” dean said, letting cas lead the kiss; sighing softly as cas’ tongue grazed against his own. when they broke apart, dean was smiling and cas had a fond look on his face. “I should-” dean said, motioning to the door.

“yeah, you should,” cas replied, stepping back and allowing dean to move towards the stairs.

dean squeezed cas’ hip before picking up his keys and stepping up onto the first stair. turning back one last time, dean couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at his lips seeing that cas was right behind him, having followed dean to the staircase.

dean wasn’t sure who leaned in first. all he knew was that they were kissing again; dean leaning down from the step and cas reaching up to press their mouths together. dammit. dean knew he was in a hurry. but there was nothing hurried about the way cas was kissing him; about the way their tongues danced and the way cas’ hands worked their way up the back of dean’s shirt as dean’s fingers tangled into cas’ hair as they kissed. it was slow and languid; deep kisses that had dean feeling lightheaded and blissful.

by the time their lips parted, dean knew he was late for something, but he couldn’t remember what. “well, that was a hell of a goodbye kiss,” dean hummed, guiding cas up onto the step next to him until he could easily press his lips to the corner of cas’ mouth.

dean could feel the way cas’ lips turned up into a smile. “get back quickly so I can kiss you when you get home,” cas said, brushing his nose against dean’s before ghosting one final kiss to dean’s lips.

“that’s one hell of an incentive,” dean grinned, finally stepping away and moving up the stairs, satisfied that he’d gotten his fill of kisses from cas to last until tomorrow. “see you in the morning, angel,” dean said, winking and blowing cas a kiss before heading out the door.

now, the real question was, how fast could dean help sam and eileen with the hunt so he could get back home to kiss his angel?

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

#avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #marvel x teen!reader #peter parker x reader #thor odinson x teen!reader

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incendiobrock · 4 years ago

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Pranked You ;) {Colby Brock}

Request: Hello sweetie! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Colby aren't dating YET but there is yah know, chemistry and tension. But one day sam decided to pull a prank on Colby and it involved EVERYONE. So basically he makes it seem like he woke up in a different world or something where stuff is different. For example: him and reader are dating (you can choose whatever other stuff happens, lol) but once Colby figures out the prank, he pulls reader aside. They have a small argument before reader blows off on him, in which he says "I've never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do know" and that's how they admit their feelings! Thank you! And can't wait to see what you write love

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request, sorry for the wait, I have been very busy with school and work. I hope the wait is worth it though! Get ready for a long imagine, I’m pretty sure this is about 3,000 words. I hope you love it! I just realized that I tried to keep this imagine gender neutral but I forgot that I accidentally put some she/her pronouns in it, I’m so sorry!

Warnings: Angsty, Cussing, Mentions of alcohol, implied smut

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It was just like any other day for you. You woke up around noon because you were exhausted from the day before. Between working, going to college, and trying to keep somewhat of a social life, everyone could see just how worn out you would get day to day. So today you decided to treat yourself with a few extra hours of this beautiful thing called sleep.

Your phone rest on the bedside table and of course checking it and replying to the unread messages was the first step of your morning routine. The first messages you saw were from the group chat that consisted of you, Kat, and Tara. Apparently, while you were sleeping, Tara and Kat had a whole conversation about a girl’s day that they wanted to plan for you three. The last text sent was from Kat and it read, “I can’t wait for y/n to see all these messages in the morning. We planned the best girl’s day while she was probably passed the fuck out in her bed lmao”.

You smiled sending them a text back alerting them that you are indeed alive and down for all the plans they had created. In fact, you would be seeing them later at Sam and Colby’s place for a couple’s dinner/pool/movie date night. Jake would be there as well, and although you were tragically single, you loved all of them to death and hanging out over there was like the most elite sleepovers you would have with your best friends as a child.

A new text appeared on your screen just as you began to emerge from the comfort of your bed sheets, “God finally you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for Kat to tell me you answered her message all morning. I need your help tonight with a prank. Colby is never going to see it coming”

“A prank? I thought you guys didn’t do that anymore...? But I’m in ;)” You sent back. Out of all the trap girls and all the boys, Colby and you got along the best. Ever since you first met, which was years ago at this point, Colby and you have been inseparable. You tried so hard to avoid your feelings for him, in hopes to not develop a crush that ended up ruining your friendship, but Kat picked up on it right away. She told you constantly that she could easily set you up with the beautiful blue-eyed boy, but you insisted that things would happen naturally if there was truly something there between the two of you. And so, you went on, day by day, falling helplessly in love with the sweetest boy you have ever come to know.

Sam sent a message telling you to head over to their place as soon as possible. You swore that you basically lived there already. You were at their house way more than you were at your own. You couldn’t imagine living further than 15 minutes from them. After what felt like a century to Sam, you arrived at the house. Your hand loudly knocking on the big wooden door.

“Hey y/n! How are you?” Kat asked, pulling you into a big hug as she opened the door. You smiled and hugged back at her kind gesture, “I’m good! How are you? Do you know anything about this prank on you know who?” You questioned her. She glared at you, silently telling you to lower your volume. “Y/n! Colby is right upstairs be quiet!” She whispers, laughing at you almost blowing their cover immediately upon arrival.

Kat was quick to take you by the arm and drag you to the theater room where Sam was already sitting on one of the opulent red couches. He greeted you, telling you that he wanted to film your reaction to him telling you what prank you were going to pull. You agreed and sat down on the sofa facing the blonde. “Colby’s taking a nap right now upstairs because he was up super late last night editing one of our Sam and Colby videos. I figured we could use his exhaustion to our advantage and try and prank him that he woke up in some sort of alternate universe. I figured you could go into his room and set up a couple cameras, and I’ll keep two hidden in the living room where me, Kat, Jake, and Tara will be, so we hopefully get his full reaction. I want you to sneak into his bed and like cuddle him or something and when he wakes up, I want you to pretend that you’ve been dating him for a long time now. He is going to be super confused but just try and convince him that it’s true. If he ends up downstairs, we will go along with it too. I really want to see if he will think that it’s real after a while.” Sam explained.

You felt your face burning as your cheeks became a deep shade of red. He couldn’t be serious right? He wanted you to pretend that you were dating Colby? “I- Uh… I don’t know Sam won’t that be a really mean prank?” You tried to play it off, hoping that you didn’t just annihilate all your efforts to keep your feelings hidden. “You guys are like best friends, I don’t think he could be mad at you for such an innocent prank.” Sam replied. You began to feel incredibly flustered at the thought of having to be so affectionate with Colby. The room started to feel like a sauna as the sweat began accumulating all over your body.

Sure, you and Colby had cuddled before, but it was extremely platonic… Plus, it only happened in very specific moments, like last Wednesday after you had a couple of drinks, and everyone was sat watching a movie where he wrapped his arm around you so you could rest your head since it could barely hold itself up. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly realizing that Sam had been waiting on a response from you. You knew Sam was stubborn, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Your eyes met back with his and the only thing you could get yourself to do was slightly nod your head ‘yes’.

“Perfect.” Sam smirked, getting up to turn off the camera and hand it to you so you could set it up in Colby’s room. You already knew that he was thinking about how many points this would score him for a Sam and Colby prank war if it turns out the way he is wanting.

Before you knew it you had made it all the way up into Colby’s room where you had strategically hidden the camera, facing it towards the sleeping boy in his bed. You let out a deep sigh, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to go down. “If this ruins everything for me, I am going to kill you Golbach.” You whispered, knowing the deep sleeper wouldn’t hear a single thing. And so, the prank began.

You took a gentle hold of the silky black sheets and quietly slipped into bed right next to Colby. There was no game plan in your mind, you didn’t even think up a storyline about your fake relationship for once he woke up. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear as you quickly wrapped your body around his, resting your head under his chin as he slept on his back. He twitched slightly, bringing his arm up, lazily holding you back. The breath caught in your throat, this was already hard enough for you and now he is cuddling you back? You glanced up to see his face, his eyelashes were slightly fluttering, and his soft lips had a slight part in them. He was still fast asleep. You decided to try and wake him up by moving around in his arm slightly, hoping the movement would pull him out of his dreams.

“Y/n?” His voice rung through the room, deep and raspy. He sat up slightly, glancing around the dark lair that he called a bedroom, but his arm still remained around your frame. “W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, visibly confused by the sight of you in his arms.

“What? I can’t cuddle my boyfriend?” You answered, shocked that you could even get those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes widened at your response, pure shock etched into his face. “Boyfriend?” You felt his heart start to race as he replied.

His arm dropped from your body as he delicately pushed himself out of bed. He was now hovering over you as he stood by the bedside table. There was a clear glass with some water sitting on a coaster on the table. His strong hand wrapped around it as he brought it up to his mouth, downing the rest of the water that was in it. You could tell by his body language that he was beyond confused. The glass clinked as he practically dropped it back onto the nightstand.

“Am I dreaming or something? Since when was I your boyfriend?” His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look at you for some answers. Your heart sunk thinking about how mean of a prank this truly was, at least from your point of view. “Baby… Are you serious? We’ve been together for years now, are you feeling okay?” You said as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, pulling his hand into your own.

Your thumb gently rubbed circles onto the back of his hand, but only for a couple seconds before he pulled it away. “Is this a fucking prank or something?” He asked, irritation evident from his tone. You shook your head ‘no’, it was becoming hard to process words. You knew this was upsetting him, but Sam had you promise to make the prank last for as long as you could.

“I’m sorry- I have to get out of here really quick.” Colby said, making his way out the bedroom door. You said nothing back, hoping that Sam would end the prank for you as Colby made his way down the stairs.

“Hey brother! You’re finally up. Where’s y/n? I thought we were all doing a couples movie night?” Jake interrogated as Colby glanced to see Sam, Kat, and Tara standing over in the kitchen. Colby brought his hand up to his face rubbing his eyes, there’s no way that Jake is saying this too. Colby began to think that he was seriously going crazy. And then everyone else joined in on the conversation. You could hear them loudly as you stayed glued to Colby’s bed.

Sam began to ask if Colby was feeling alright, and you heard Kat say that maybe we should take Colby to the hospital in case he was losing his memory. You felt the panic in Colby rise as he was deflecting everyone’s concern insisting that he wasn’t losing his memory, and that he definitely wasn’t going crazy. He knew for a fact that you two weren’t dating, and none of them could convince him otherwise. “Dude, she’s gonna hear you up there. You’re going to break her heart. You really don’t remember?” Sam pushed.

You finally had enough. You raced out of Colby’s room and rushed down the stairs. You stopped immediately upon entering the kitchen, seeing everybody else still standing there surrounding Colby. The energy switched as they all looked to you, Sam pleading with his eyes for you to keep going. “I’m so sorry Colby, it was just a prank, please don’t be upset.” You couldn’t handle it any longer, the pain on his face was too much for you to bear. You watched as he scoffed back, “I knew it. Fuck you, guys. I’m going back upstairs.”

You felt horrible as you watched him stomp back up to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tears stung the back of your eyes, this was all your fault. You excused yourself from the group and somberly made it to Colby’s door. You preceded to place a faint knock on the wood, “Colby? I’m so sorry, can you please open up?” Your voice was so soft, it would’ve been hard for him to hear if he hadn’t already anticipated your arrival. The door swung open as Colby quickly made his way back over to where he previously sat on the couch.

You stayed frozen at the door for a couple seconds, hoping to brace yourself for the angry boy inside. You took hold of the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door shut behind you. You tip-toed your way over to the sofa and took a seat far from Colby. Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour as you tried to concoct a coherent sentence. “What the hell were you thinking? Did you seriously think that I would find this funny?” He spat in your direction.

“It wasn’t my prank, Sam just wanted me to help him out.” You said back, desperately trying to reason with him. He sarcastically laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t ask who’s prank it was y/n.”

You gulped, it felt suffocating in his room. The dark ambiance that normally felt inviting suddenly seemed like your own personal hell. “Colby, I didn’t want to hurt you I swear. I was trying my best to keep everything lighthearted. I could never hurt you.” Your voice was so delicate, it was so hard to speak. The tears were still threating to make an appearance, and that was the last thing you wanted.

“But you did, y/n. That’s the thing. Whether or not you ‘meant’ to hurt me, you did. And everyone else was in on it to. Did you even try and tell Sam that this prank wasn’t a good idea? Did you even think, for a split second, that this was incredibly immature? You were all treating me like I was losing my damn mind, trying to convince me that we were dating when we clearly never were.”

His words hurt, but they were all true. You had never been together, what were you thinking pretending like you were? All to satisfy Sam? To help him get a head start on the prank wars by completely crushing Colby’s heart? He is your best friend for crying out loud. “Look Colby. I never wanted to do this, okay? Did you ever stop and think that maybe I didn’t want to be doing this either? You mean everything to me. Why would I ever purposely hurt you? Especially after everything we have been through. All the ups and downs, the messy breakups, all the fights. I love you so god damn much and I hope you know that I would never, ever, hurt you like that.” By this point the tears were streaming down your face. Your previous spot on the couch was long discarded as you now stood right in front of Colby, praying that he knew you were being serious about not hurting him.

Your eyes searched his for any glimpse of a sign showing that he believed you. His bright blue eyes looked a lot more intimidating than usual. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression not giving you any clues. Finally, he responded, “Is it wrong that I’ve never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do right now?”

And finally, there was your sign. His eyes no longer looked intimidating. In fact, they had completely changed into something much different, lust. You quickly took a step closer to him as he took a stand right in front of you, placing his strong hands on either side of your face. He roughly pulled you in, causing your lips to crash together with loads of passion. They fit perfectly together, better than you ever imagined them. They worked in sync as the feeling inside of you was igniting a fire. He was so rough, but surprisingly still gentle. Acting as if one wrong move would completely break you. Your lips remained locked as he pushed you backwards, surprising you as your back made contact with his plush bed. He was on top of you, hungrily continuing the kiss.

You both pulled apart abruptly, gasping for air after your heavy make out session. “I guess now’s a good time to let you know that I am absolutely, one hundred percent, in love with you.” You stated, starring deep into his eyes. “Then I guess now’s a good time to tell you that I feel the same.” He responded, bringing you back in for another passionate kiss. You pulled back again, “So, does this mean I can finally see those handcuffs I keep hearing about in action?” You asked him, slightly laughing. “Only if you promise to keep quiet.” He winked back. And that was the start of your amazing, long awaited relationship.

#colby brock #Sam and Colby #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagines #sam golbach #jake webber #tara yummy #kat stuart

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barnes-n-nobles · 4 years ago

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Attention (SMUT)

Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her 🍆🤤

Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what y’all think!

You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for today’s birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.

“Why that dress for today babe? It’s just Tony’s birthday, not the met gala” you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. “I just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with you” he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. “I just hope this dress doesn’t get ruined like my last one…” you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. “What do you mean, Doll?” Bucky asked curiously.

“One day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having “cake wars” and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of it…it was way too stained” you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasn’t going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.

“He better not start his shit or I’m going to fuck him up” he spat. “Bucky, you’re not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. “ Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasn’t the type of shy off when something made him mad.

~~~~Later that night~~~~

You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. “What’s wrong Doll? You seem distracted.” asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. “Oh it’s nothing just thinking about this huge-“ You we’re cut off by a familiar voice. “Y/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. You’re only like 1 Hr late but who’s keeping track.” You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. “Come join us, the food just got served”. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam who’s was next to him. “Hey y/n…I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.

“Hey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.” You smiled warmly.

“I feel you. It’s so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?” He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. “I’m going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his “toys”. I’ll be right back Doll” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.

Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. “All alone?” He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. “ For now, Bucky is out doing something “ you said looking in the direction that he walked “May I sit?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered “You look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. I’m sure he’s the sharing type.” You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks he’s been having but you tried not to make a big deal. “Steve, please.” you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. “Please what y/n…. I never see you and I know for a fact it’s because of Bucky. I’m also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Don’t you want that?” You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. “Well?”. You didn’t know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. “When you make your own decisions, you know where to find me” he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.

There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steve’s eyes. “Get out of my face Buck.” Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didn’t say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. “DONT ever touch her again. I’ll fucking kill you” and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. “Please Bucky, stop...” you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldn’t escalate this any further. “Bucky, you need to control yourself. This isn’t the time nor place. “ Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. “Jesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.” Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “But yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. “ as he looked at the broken table. “Sorry Tony, we’re just going to head out. I promise we’ll pay for that” you stated pulling Bucky away.

As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. “what the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.” His big broad frame towered over you. “I didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. “ you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. “you know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?’‘ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. “or do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.” he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. “I just need yours. You know that” you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. “ Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn over” he said giving you a quick kiss.

You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. “I need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?” he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. “Yes, Sargent Barnes” you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Fuck...sucha good girl”. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. “You had your fun with that imbecile “ he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. “now its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. “ and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. “Shh babygirl..cant let anybody else hear”. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.

Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. “fuck im going to cum inside you Doll…Tell me who you belong to y/n..” he growled. “Y-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.” you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. “dont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, I’m going to give you orgasms after orgasms and you’re going to take it and enjoy it”

#bucky barnes x reader #yandere bucky barnes #marvel dark smut #dark! bucky x reader #barnes smut #sebastian smut #marvel smut #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #winter solider imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #dark fic #yandere #lemon #smut

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babeyvenus · 3 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 46: Beasts

Scott looked through the guards' pants as Liam kept touching the barrier. Sam went to look through the other guards' pants.

Scott pulled out a card and a walkie-talkie. He pressed on the button. "Does anyone have eyes on the Closed Unit? I need a status report." Scott asked.

"It's a war zone down here." A security guard reported.

"Uhm, 10-4.", Scott replied. "And what about the patients? Lydia Martin?"

A new voice blurted. "Who is this?"

Liam and Sam looked at him in panic. "It's…Unit Nine.", Scott rushed, making Sam look at him crazy.

He wasn't good at this.

"There is no Unit Nine.", the same person replied. "Who is this? How did you get…"

Before he could finish his question, Scott quickly crushed the radio and dropped the broken pieces.

"You're an idiot.", Sam said. Scott shrugged unapologetically. "All right.", Scott said. "We need to figure out another way to get into this Closed Unit."

"How are we gonna do that behind mountain ash?", Sam asked and Scott shrugged.

"I don't know yet," Scott replied. "But there's somebody else here that might be able to help us."

"Who?", Liam asked. "Meredith," Scott replied.

They ran off to Meredith's room. As soon as they got there, said girl was sitting on a desk chair, her back facing them.

Scott pressed a button and a sound buzzed, allowing them access.

Sam closed the door quickly.

"Meredith," Scott called. She didn't reply. "Meredith? It's Scott. Scott McCall."

Scott glanced at his betas as Meredith didn't move at all. Scott turned the chair around and saw that Meredith had a black eye and a blank look on her face.

Scott knelt down and grabbed her hand. "Hey, Meredith, can you hear me? We need your help. We're trying to find Lydia. We're trying to get her out of here."

"Scott, I think we better go.", Liam suggested.

Scott ignored him, "Meredith, listen. There has to be another way to get to Lydia. We can't get past the mountain ash. How do we find her?"

"Scott…", Liam whispered, warningly. Meredith just stared in front of her, just completely blank.

Scott looked down and stood up. Before he could pull his hand back, she grabbed it and placed it on her neck, indicating that he'd have to go in her memories.

"I could hurt you.", Scott whispered. She pressed it on her neck and placed her own hand back down. "Okay.", Scott said.

Scott glanced at the two werewolves behind him before he plunged his claws into the back of her neck

Liam and Sam waited in silence. They waited for 5 minutes, and nothing happened.

Liam looked nervous then turned to Sam, "Is it always like this? This… Long?"

"Yeah, it takes some time. Peter's done it to her too. Come to find out he knew her before he became…well, him. It was right after the Hale fire.", Sam said.

They quickly quieted down as they heard distant voices. He glanced at Sam then slowly opened the door. After a couple of seconds, he came back worried.

"Two nurses.", he whispered. Him and Sam looked at each other worriedly before glancing at their Alpha.

Shit.

Sam nodded at Liam. They'd have no choice but to attack the two nurses who came and saw them.

Liam kicked one and the nurse fell back into the wall. Sam does the same with the other one, sending the nurse back by their shadow and knocking him out.

Liam closed the door and smacked the lock. Liam grabbed one of the staff and slammed him onto the door and Sam pulled the nurse off, also knocking him out.

The door buzzed once more and three bigger men appeared.

Their growls shocked Liam and Sam. Were they supernatural creatures as staff members?

"Oh, sh…" Before Liam could finish his statement, one dark-skinned man grabbed Liam by his collar and smacked him on the wall.

The other one came after Sam and reached for her collar but Sam shoulder rammed the man instead, knocking him back.

The other man charged at her with a growl and she stomped, stopping his shadow in place, also making him freeze.

She whipped her hand around, now controlling the man's body to attack his comrade. The controlled man, confusedly knocked his comrade out before Sam quickly knocked him out by slamming his head into the wall.

They were all knocked out.

Liam stood by the door as it was now open and Scott snapped out of his trance and looked at his betas in confusion.

"Is he out?", Liam asked, mentioning to the guy that was laying down in front of him.

"Yeah," Scott said, shocked.

Liam gave him a thumbs up. "Okay.", he breathed out. Sam gave him a high five as he walked back into the room.

Before they could call it a victory and move on, Sam quickly dropped to a knee, covering her ears from the sound of a shrill scream.

The scream was so loud, it blurred her vision for a moment. Even through her blurry vision, she could see Liam had passed out.

"Sam!" Scott knelt down to her. "What's wrong?"

"You can't hear that shit?", she exclaimed in pain. He shook his head and the screams finally stopped.

"It's Lydia.", Sam said dreadfully. "We have to get Parrish."

Scott frowned, "That's what Meredith told me." Liam came back in consciousness and looked at the older werewolves. "C'mon.", Scott said and led them to find Parrish.

They stopped in the stairs, catching him knocked out and half-naked, covered in ash.

"Parrish," Scott said as he shook him a bit. The deputy jumped and snapped his eyes open. He looked around, confused. "How did I get here?"

"We don't know.", Liam replied. "We just followed the burning smell."

He looked down at his hands which were covered in blood and all burnt. "Parrish, listen.", Scott began. "Eichen's in lockdown. There's no way for us to get out unless Plan B works."

"Plan B?", Parrish asked. "What's Plan B?"

Scott looked at us then at Parrish, "Don't worry about it. Right now, we need you to find Lydia."

"Me?" Parrish asked, even more confused. "Actually, not completely you," Liam said. "We kind of need the other you."

"The Hellhound.", Sam clarified.

"How?", Parrish asked.

"You'll see.", Scott said. "We'll, uh, light you on fire.

Sam looked at him with wide eyes. This was a crazy plan b.

Liam looked around and noticed a cart full of cleaning supplies. He threw a can at Scott.

He hesitated and looked at Parrish. "Do it!" He yelled.

Then Scott lit up a lighter and pressed on the button of the spray can. A huge flame came out towards Parrish.

Parrish stood up once more.

He turned back into a hellhound. Flames covered his body for a moment and his eyes turned orange. The flames suddenly died down and flickered in the cracks of his body.

They walked over to the Mountain Ash barrier is. They watched as Parrish walked over to it.

"Parrish?", Scott asked. The deputy didn't respond.

"How's he going to get through the mountain ash?", Liam asked. Parrish walked over the line and it turned blue.

Then Parrish just walked through it and once he touched it, the barrier went up in flames and it destroyed it.

The werewolves walked over and placed their hands through, not wasting any time to run through.

They caught Parrish going into a shower room. He walked over to the end of the room and noticed a vent on the ground. The opening was gaping as if someone had already gone through. Parrish went down on the ladder and the teens quickly followed.

It was a tunnel with pipes alongside the walls similar to the place Sam and Liam saw in his dreams.

Sam quickly found an open door but Parrish pushed past her and moved Stiles back before going to Lydia.

The teens braced themselves as Lydia gasped and started to scream but Parrish wrapped his arms around her and turned up his flames.

Lydia's scream wasn't as loud, but it caused some pieces of the walls and ceiling to fall off. As a result of that, everything was covered in smoke.

Even the floors shook under their feet. They coughed, trying to wave away the smoke that filled the place, waiting as Parrish came out of the smoke, holding Lydia in his arms.

Lydia gasped and Parrish was back to normal.

"Where to?", he asked Scott. "This way," Scott said, leading them all down the halls of the tunnels.

Suddenly, Liam led them out since he knew where to go. "There's a gate up ahead."

"Wait, what about Mason?", Sam asked.

"He's on it. Trust me.", Liam replied.

Scott and Sam looked at each other in confusion. Liam just bolted down the hall, speeding up in front of everyone else. "Liam, slow down!", Scott yelled. "Liam, wait!", Stiles yelled.

They arrived at where the gate was, and they could hear the electricity sparkling. But just as Liam just ran towards it and grabbed it with his hands, it didn't affect him.

The electricity seemed to have gone out. Liam grunted as he pulled the gate on both sides, making it slide open.

He looked back at Scott, "I told you."

Scott just glanced at Sam confused. She shrugged and followed Liam. He seemed to know where he was going. She wasn't gonna question him any further.

They came to a stop and Liam looked up. There was a vent with a ladder leading up and he started to climb it, with everyone following behind him. Once they were all out, Scott slammed it shut.

They watched Lydia in worry. "Can you stand?", Parrish asked Lydia. He placed her on the ground as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Stiles' Jeep came to them and Malia was in the front seat. Kira hopped out and rushed to their side.

"Is she okay?", Malia asked.

"No," Scott replied, "we need to go. Give me the keys." Malia got out and gave him the keys. "We gotta get her to the clinic."

They jumped at the sound of a slash and Parrish groaned in pain.

They all looked back and saw Tracy holding Lydia, her claws on the banshee's stomach. "Sorry, but she's coming with me."

Sam growled at the girl. "Okay. Tracy, just wait.", Scott said. "You don't know what's about to happen."

"I'm taking her. That's what happening.", Tracy replied. "And none of are you going to do a thing…"

Suddenly, she gasped as someone electrocuted her. She fell down to her feet and Sam quickly caught Lydia. They looked up to see Lydia's mom standing there.

"Could somebody please get my daughter out of this hellhole?", she asked. About the time she realizes.

The teens nod and Stiles and Sam put Lydia in the jeep.

After a couple of minutes, it seemed Scott had issues changing gears, considering the Jeep kept making weird sounds. "Scott.", Stiles said.

"Yeah. I'm trying. I'm trying.", Scott said.

"We're almost there.", Stiles assured Lydia. "Lydia, just hold on, okay?"

Sam constantly wiped off Lydia's sweat with her sleeve, but quickly covered her ears as Lydia let out another Banshee scream. Scott winced in pain.

It wasn't long before they were at Deaton's clinic. Sam and Stiles quickly got Lydia out of the jeep and got inside the clinic.

Deaton rushed into the back as he heard them. "Get her on the table." He hurriedly got some of his tools out. Lydia groaned in pain and Scott and Stiles helped her get on the table.

Everyone looked shocked as Lydia yelled in pain.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa.", Stiles said as she arched her back in pain.

"Hold her.", Deaton said. Lydia started screaming gradually louder and louder, causing everything around them to tremble.

"Doc, I think you gotta do something.", Stiles said, panicked.

"I will.", Deaton replied. He started putting liquid in the syringe he held. "But right now, I need you to keep her still."

Scott and Stiles held both her arms and Sam held down her legs. Lydia groaned in pain as Deaton turned around and walked over to the table. "Steady."

Sam's eyes widened at the size of the syringe. "What the hell is that?"

"Mistletoe.", Deaton replied, and pointed the syringe near Lydia's drilled head.

"Mistletoe?", Stiles questioned. "She's got a frickin' hole in her head."

Lydia groaned, continuing to move and Scott snapped at him. "Stiles, help."

Deaton injected the Mistletoe inside Lydia's head. Suddenly, she sat up and let out another scream causing all the windows to explode.

The blast of Lydia's caused Sam to be thrown back, slumping against the wall behind her. She covered her head as glass shards fell on her.

She looked up and saw Deaton covering his head whilst Stiles was covering Lydia.

He looked down at Lydia and she was unconscious. They stood in silence, anticipating anything else. Stiles brushed the glass shards off her face. "Lydia." She didn't reply. "Lydia?"

Stiles teared up and grabbed her face. "Lydia, come on."

She was terrifyingly pale and her lips were blue. The sight sent Stiles into a panic. "No, no, no, no, no. Come on, Lydia. Wake up. Come on. Wake up. Can you hear me? Lydia. Lydia, open your eyes. Come on, come on. Hey, show me your eyes, okay?", Stiles pleaded. "Lydia, you have to open your eyes."

Deaton looked down, defeated. Surprising all of them, Lydia gasped loudly, opening her eyes.

Sam sighed in relief. "For fuck's sake…", she muttered, placing a hand over her chest and got up to walk back over to them.

"You okay?", Stiles asked and Lydia nodded. "You're okay." He grabbed her hand. "Want to try to sit up?" She nodded as tears bubbled in her eyes. She looked around and spotted her mom in the corner. "Mom?", she croaked.

Her mom walked towards her and pulled her into a hug, "Oh, honey."

Deaton gave the teens a proud smile. "They saved my life, Mom.", Lydia told her mother. Her mom just kept her in a hug and rubbed her back. "Stiles saved me."

Stiles looked back at Scott and smiled. Scott returned the smile and Sam patted his back.

"I'm not paying for the windows.", Stiles said, pointing to the windows. They chuckled at him.

Scott's phone buzzed as Stiles, Sam and Liam sat in the Jeep. "He's headed to the school," Scott announced, getting a text from Argent who was after the beast.

"Why's Parrish headed to the school?" Liam asked. "It's not Parrish.", Scott told him. "At least not right now."

"Okay, why's a Hellhound going to the school?", Liam asked.

"Who knows.", Sam muttered. Stiles replied. "I think he just wants higher education."

"We're just gonna go see him, okay?", Sam said and Stiles pressed down on the gas, driving to the school entrance.

Once they arrived, they got out of the Jeep. They made their way towards the entrance and saw Chris moving toward them. "Where's Parrish?" Scott asked.

"I lost him.", Chris replied. "He's moving too fast.", he said.

"Scott.", Liam called as he looked the other way. "That guy is not moving at all."

Sam followed Liam's line of sight and saw someone covered in blood. They kept walking where they saw blood trails.

"Look…", Liam said. There was a yellow bus with the back door ripped open. It was covered with a bunch of dead bodies. One head lifted up. "Help me.", a male whispered.

Scott ran towards the bus. "It's a trap." Parrish's voice said as he walked over the bus.

"Please…" The man said.

Scott walked forward and Sam stopped him. It felt off. This felt just like Peter's first set up in the auditorium. "Scott, don't."

Scott looked at her. "Is it here?", he asked her. She nodded.

They jumped at the sound of a snarl and then half the body fell down off the bus, blood and organs poured out. The Beast appeared and growled at them.

It was bigger than they expected. Way bigger than Sam remembered seeing.

It lifted up and then it was standing at the front of the bus. "That's big.", Stiles said. "No one said it was that big."

"Didn't exactly have the chance to tell you while I was too busy being kidnapped.", Sam growled.

Then the Beast roared at them. Parrish lit his flames once more and growled back. The Beast ran back in front of the bus and Parrish ran after it. Glass shattered as the Beast jumped out of the front window and Parrish ran to the side of the bus, chasing it.

The teens just stared in shock. "What the hell is happening?", Scott asked.

Chris looked at them in dread. "It's getting smarter."

Liam, Stiles, and Sam were sitting at the table and Scott stood next to Lydia.

"Mason said it's not just a transmitted frequency,", Liam explained. "It's high powered. Like it has to be a really strong signal."

"That makes it shift?", Sam asked. Scott shook his head. "No.", Scott said. "I don't think it's just that. Last night Argent said that it's getting smarter. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?"

"With frequencies?", Stiles asked, confused.

"No," Scott replied. "By shifting. The frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf."

"Like Peter.", Lydia said.

"Right.", Scott said. "Yeah, when Peter was an Alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed, and he was back to normal."

"So the Dread Doctors don't want to wait for the full moon.", Liam suggested.

"They want the Beast to be as strong as possible, as fast as possible.", Scott said.

Liam nodded, "Because of Parrish."

"So if this is happening tonight, what are we going to do?", Lydia asked.

Stiles raised his finger, "Uh, we've got one clue to go on." He pulled a map out of his backpack. "This came from the hospital." He placed it on the table. It wasn't a map, but a picture of a bloody shoe print that measures 10 inches. "Whoever's lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size 10 or indeterminate mark."

"Indeterminate?", Lydia asked.

"Means, it's a partial print," Stiles explained. "Basically, it was all we were able to get considering all the fire, blood, and carnage."

"How many size 10s are out there?" Scott asked as he sat down. "Only one with Parrish's blood on the sole.", Stiles said.

"So are we going to try to get the game canceled?", Liam asked. "No, no, we're going to play.", Stiles explained. "But we're just going to hope really hard that it doesn't turn into a blood-soaked massacre."

"Okay," Liam began as Scott stood back up, "But, um…Aren't we kind of missing out on a chance to catch this thing? We don't have the 'who', but we have the 'where' and the 'when'."

Scott hesitated. "There's too many people."

"And we still don't actually know if it's going to happen.", Sam said.

Lydia added. "It just might end up being a regular lacrosse game. It's possible, right?"

"That's absolutely possible.", Stiles said.

"So, we're getting the game cancelled?", Liam asked once more. Stiles nodded. "We're getting the game cancelled."

The only way to do that was to go to the only person they knew that could do it best.

At the Beacon Hills Rehabilitation Center, Coach Finstock had been residing there for the last 7 months.

Stiles, Scott and Sam saw Coach sitting on a couch, slumped as if he was sleeping.

They walked into the quiet building and walked over to the coach, only pausing as they saw his eyes were open but held a blank stare.

"Hey, Coach," Scott called. "It's Scott, Stiles, and Sam." The boys both sat down on each side of him while Sam stood by the table. She glanced at his state. He kinda looked a mess and looked like he had just gotten up.

Stiles waved his hand in front of his eyes. No responses.

"Coach, you're in rehab," Stiles said. "You didn't have a lobotomy."

"Coach?", Scott asked.

"Cupcake.", Sam called, confusing the boys.

Stiles glanced at the chessboard and reached for a piece, but before he could touch one, the students jumped as Coach suddenly just grabbed his arm. Stiles winced at the grip.

"Don't you touch it.", Coach said and lifted up his head. "I've got Nurse Gonzalez by the balls of the last three moves and she knows it."

"Let it go.", Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "You're checking out of this place now."

Coach smiled. "Not a chance."

"Okay, Coach," Scott said, catching Coach's attention. "But we know you're fine."

He started shushing his former players. "I have a debilitating disease.", he claimed. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"It's called "I'm not going to take another arrow to my stomach-phobia.", Coach specified. Sam gave him a confusing look and turned to her best friend.

Stiles gave her a grimace that she knew he'd tell her later.

"Look it up!", Coach defended. "No one's gonna shoot arrows at you, coach. Okay?", Sam reassured and Coach frowned at her.

"We just need you to coach the charity game.", Scott said.

Finstock scoffed, "Charity? Not a chance."

"How exactly have you been conning them into letting you stay here?", Stiles questioned.

"I, uh…" He stuttered as he tried his best to come up with a lie. "I have relapses. It's – It's serious. I've had seven of them."

Sam gave him a disapproving look. "So once a month?", Scott asked.

"Yeah, you see, uh, every time they are just about to discharge me, I relapse.", Coach explained.

"And no one's noticed that pattern?", Stiles asked, sarcastically.

"I have phenomenal health insurance," Coach argued. "So why don't you all get the hell out of here. I hate charity games. They're meaningless."

"I don't think the charities would agree.", Stiles said.

"What's it for this year?", Coach asked.

"Cancer.", Sam replied.

"For or against?", he asked, making Sam look at him with wide, concerned eyes. "Against, Coach.", she expressed. "Deeply against."

"Yeah, okay, well I'm deeply not interested.", Coach whistled and motioned them to get out of there.

"Coach, we need you.", Scott pleaded.

He tapped the boys on their backs. "I will never coach there again."

"That's okay.", Stiles said. "Because we don't actually need you to coach the game."

Coach gave them a confusing look. "We need you to forfeit.", Scott clarified.

The older man just stared at them but didn't reply. He looked at his former student manager. "You guys really need me?", he asked.

"As your manager, would I ever lie to you?", Sam asked, shrugging.

Coach gave a little chuckle and leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. He nodded once more, "Okay."

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Sam and Lydia walked down the school field, watching the players and audience getting ready for the game. Sam spotted Liam and Scott on the other side of the field. "I feel like everyone one here could be wearing size 10s," Sam told Lydia.

"It's a teenager too.", Lydia reminded. "Which doesn't help, considering there's a bunch of teenagers here.", Sam said. She frowned. "I wonder if Coach is actually going to forfeit the game."

Scott and Liam were looking over at the news vans. There were so many of them. Too many liabilities. Too many people.

Lydia and Sam looked up as the giant spotlights turned on. Scott jogged up to the girls. "It's time."

Sam nodded and they quickly followed him and Liam inside of the school. They went into the locker room to get ready and joined the others in one of the classes.

"Hey." Mason said. Sam gave him a reassuring smile, sensing his nervousness.

Kira walked in with her Lacrosse uniform and sat down next to Mason. Then Scott, Stiles and Liam walked in.

"Hey guys.", he said as he reached the spot that we were at. "Tonight is an important night…" He trailed off then looked over at Mason. "Mason, you know your part…"

He nodded. "Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus and search for their shoes."

Scott nodded and then looked over at Malia, "Me and Sam take out the TV vans.", Malia said. "Right before the whistle, Coach forfeits the game.", Stiles said.

"Do you think he'll actually do it?", Sam asked him.

He sighed, "I hope so."

"Lydia," Scott began, "You stay on the bleachers and look for anyone suspicious or that leaves or anything stange."

Scott looked over at Liam. "The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody sole."

"Just out of curiosity…", Malia started. "What if it doesn't work? What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him."

"No, he's not.", Kira said, making Sam and Malia look at her in confusion.

"She's right.", Scott replied. They looked at his stomach and he lifted up his shirt, revealing healed skin.

"It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House.", Scott explained. "I healed. When we were all together again, when we were a pack."

"Then he's got nothing on us.", Sam said, smiling.

"The Beast doesn't have a pack.", Liam said. "Not like us.", Scott said, proudly. "We can do this, guys. No one dies tonight."

Everyone gave a nod and went along their positions.

Sam followed Malia and sneakily made their way to the news vans. They noticed that the game had already started. Malia looked at Sam in confusion while Sam frowned. "I thought they were going to stop the game?", Malia said.

Sam sighed, frustrated. "Coach never forfeited a game before."

Malia frowned and led Sam to a van, watching as she silently jumped onto the roof. Sam moved to the other van.

Malia ripped the wires connected to her van whilst Sam did the same before evading being spotted. They moved into the other vans and did the same, taking out any type of media connections.

"I got the last two.", Malia told Sam. "Go look for the shoes in the bleachers."

Sam gave her a nod before running off for the bleachers and walked under them.

Before she could move any further, she looked around for Lydia. Where the hell was she???

Sam quickly turned around to see Stiles behind her. "What the hell are you doing?", she asked, quietly.

"Uh, looking?", he hushed her, before grabbing someone's converse. He lifted the end of the shoe slowly, grimacing as the person shook their foot and Stiles quickly let it go.

"That's not gonna work.", Sam whispered. "Forget that, where the hell is Lydia? She was supposed to be on watch."

"She's still trying to get Coach to forfeit the game.", he explained as he tried again.

The two moved from under the bleachers and jumped as sparks flew off the news vans.

They paused as they heard a loud growl. "Shit.", Sam muttered, her heart dropping in dread. "It's happening…"

They peered around as they spotted their younger underclassman following the sound of the growl, sprinting after the beast.

"Liam!", Sam called, warningly and chased after him. Stiles followed. "Liam! Liam, wait!"

Liam's eyes had already changed color, as he jumped as well as the Beast, ready to claw at each other.

People started screaming as they heard the loud, rumbling growls and ran into the school. Sam growled, taking hold of the beast's shadow and tugging it away from Liam.

However, the beast was stronger than her and threw her into a van.

Sam painfully gasped for air as she slumped to the ground, watching it roar and ran towards the people that took refuge into the school.

Stiles ran over to her and helped her up. "It's looking bad."

Hayden showed up, clambering over to Liam. Sam and Stiles helped Liam to stand up. They quickly rushed into the school avoiding the runners and ran into a classroom.

"The desk, the desk!", Stiles yelled at Hayden. Sam and Hayden pushed the desk to him and helped place Liam on it. The young boy shouted in pain.

"Liam?", Hayden called with worry.

He grunted. "I'm okay. I'm fine.", he says, still covered in blood.

Sam ripped his shirt open, and looked at his deep wounds, quickly grimacing. Hayden gasped as Stiles gagged.

"What? Is it bad?", Liam asked.

"No." Hayden said at the same time Stiles said "Very."

She glared at him. Liam started coughing. "Okay.

"Okay, we gotta get you to heal before we can clean you up.", Sam said. "What do you guys usually do when this happens?", Hayden asked.

"Oh, I usually pass out," Stiles said. "And I think I still might do that."

He started zoning out. "Stiles!", Hayden and Sam yelled.

"Okay, okay.", Stiles begrudged.

"He's gotta heal on his own.", Sam said and Hayden looked at her in confusion. "He has to trigger it…"

Stiles spoke up. "Pain makes you human!"

Hayden looked at him. "He's already in pain."

"Right, okay, but maybe adding a little more could help take away the pain.", he said and Liam yelled in pain.

Sam immediately grabbed Liam's arm, absorbing his pain like she had done to Aiden and Stiles.

She groaned in pain, slowly stopping and quickly feeling nauseous again. She watched as Liam panted softly from the reduced pain.

Hayden frowned and grabbed Liam's face, pressing her lips on his. Moments later, he let out a breath.

"Next time I'll kiss him then.", Stiles muttered sarcastically and Hayden just chuckled at him.

Sam's eyes widened as she heard a familiar scream.

Scott.

She quickly ran out of the room, ignoring her friends' cries to stay as she ran down the hall.

She made a turn and saw the Beast slam its hand into a door and pull out the door before stabbing its claws into Scott's chest. Sam partially shifted and let out a loud roar at the beast, catching its attention.

It tossed Scott into the wall and she ran at the beast, slashing her darkened claws where she could reach.

The beast reached for the girl and growled at her, annoyed at her dodging and evasion.

The beast swung its arm, finally catching the girl off guard and slammed her into the wall next to her alpha. She groaned and recovered as best as she could, quickly helping him up.

He shook his head at her, "We have to run." Sam nodded and held her hand out, trying her best to pause the beast by its shadow as they ran into the library.

Scott fell down onto the floor and Sam helped him up again, resting him against a table. They paused as they saw a group of people hiding behind shelves.

"Go upstairs," Scott whispered and they followed his hushed direction.

The older werewolves paused and tensed at the sound of heavy footsteps and anticipated any attacks from the beast.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and it roared at them. Sam and Scott shifted and roared back at it.

They ran towards the beast, but before they could get a hit in, the beast easily smacked both of them away like bugs, slamming them into bookshelves.

Sam let out a yell as she managed to push the beast back by it's shadow once more. She struggled to get up, instantly sensing how much the shove affected the beast.

Scott and Sam managed to stand back up and chased after the beast once more.

The beast reached for Scott and clawed into his shoulder, tossing him into the stairs.

Sam stuck her own claw into the beast's shoulder, ducking away from its swinging.

The beast managed to grab the girl and threw her into another bookshelf.

The Beast went after the young alpha and Scott stared back at it, almost exhausted. It stood on its two legs. But before it could make a move, Liam ran beside his older packmates and Scott moved to the side as Liam jumped into the air. The Beast looked back and Liam smashed his fist against its face.

Suddenly, they heard shotguns and saw Braeden, who aimed her shotgun at the beast and Malia, who let out a low growl.

The Beast stumbled back but shook it off. Malia shifted and growled at it. The Beast growled but jumped out of the library's window and ran off.

Braeden helped them back up as Liam and Malia went to help Scott. They joined each other. Braeden looked at the teens with furrowed eyebrows. "You guys didn't seriously think you were gonna have a chance against that thing, did you?"

"No.", Scott breathed out. "But I got its scent."

Scott started to run out of the school. Liam and Sam quickly followed him.

"Scott, wait. You're hurt.", Liam said as they ran after him. "You gotta slow down."

Scott ran into the parking lot and his betas followed him. Suddenly, Scott stopped at one car. A black one. He lifted up the truck and then a pair of bloody shoes were there.

Mason.

Mason was the beast??

"Scott? Sam?", Mason called, confused and Sam immediately frowned at the boy. "What are you doing to my car?", he asked.

"It's you.", Scott said in realization.

Mason frowned. "What?" He looked over at Liam. "Liam, what's he talking about?"

"Mason.", Sam shook her head. "You're the Beast."

Mason looked at Liam. "Liam?"

Suddenly they caught Corey shifting back and grabbed Mason's shoulders.

"Corey!", Scott called after him. Unfortunately, the boy turned invisible and pulled Mason away. "Corey, wait!", Scott ran off, trying to run after them, but couldn't as he doubled over in pain.

The remnants of the pack stood under the moonlit sky. This entire time… Mason was the beast. Mason was causing the trouble and didn't even know it.

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