munsooon

[munsooon]

you were being loud. too loud.

not that it mattered, Sam was out on a hunt in the middle of fuckass Texas, leaving you and your boyfriend alone in the bunker.

he loved to hear you though, and with how sheltered the bunker itself was you didn't need to worry about waking up the neighbors- but then again you were being really loud.

he slowed his thrusts, still hitting all the right spots with slow, passionate vigor.

"baby, you're being too loud," he said, eyes scanning your frame. you looked completely and thurolghy fucked out; your hair splayed out underneath you, the shorter strands framing your face sticking to your damp skin, your neck and collarbones littered with the mark of his love- just the way he liked it.

you could hear a small hint of teasing behind his words, so you didnt bother opening your eyes, comepletely releasing in the sweet pleasure he was giving you.

he only teased you cause he knew how shy you were when it came to being loud when fucking. so shy you couldn't look Sam in the eyes for almost a month when you'd accidentally cried out too loud one night, so shy just the thought of potentially getting caught having you red at the face and stuttering. it was cute, he thought.

"i know we're in a secluded location but i wouldn't be surprised if a hiker heard you right now," he said, thrusting just a bit harder, smile on his face.

"i bet he'd be so scared, so worried, the cries of a pretty little thing in danger so concerning he calls for the police,"

you didn't know where his mouth was going, but his hips were doing everything right you didn't want to question him.

he reached for one of your legs, gently placing it on his shoulder, stretching you out deliciously, the sounds of skin clapping gradually becoming louder, but never as loud as your moans.

"what am i gonna tell the police? 'sorry officer, it's just, my girlfriends been so goddamn needy, begging for my cock, begging to fuck her into absolute oblivion-" he gently kissed your calf, "i don't have any other choice but to give her what she wants."

somehow his words were turning you on even more , you felt yourself clenching down on him the more he talked. you were oh so close, you didn't know what to do other than be louder.

"god Dean, please don't stop," it was almost a cry, tears welling up in your eyes, one hand cupping your breast, the other clenching down on the sheets under you.

"wouldn't dream of it baby," he said, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss before continuing his inssessnt assult on your pussy.

[munsooon]

the conversation had been going on a little way too long. you'd only brought it up as a joke, but you had to admit, seeing Rory worked up over something as trivial as the Doctor kissing him was very much amusing.

"i just don't get it!," he said, throwing his arms in the air, "you've kissed everyone here but me!"

before you could even utter a sentence he turned at you with a glare, "do NOT say it's cause he's not gay or so help me god-" he said and you put your hands in the air in surrender.

the Doctor just rubbed his temples, letting out a sigh. "Why are you making such a big deal about this?"

Rory just glared at him, crossing his arms.

"Clearly he's offended," Amy chimed in, plopping right down next to you on the makeshift couch.

"why would he be offended?? he's a heterosexual-" he quickly turned to Rory, "-or so i think, married man and i am in a happy-" he looked at you briefly "- or so i believe, relationship" you quickly gave him a thumbs up and a smile, silently signifying that yes, relationship happy.

"it's offensive cause you're a slut!" you said with a devious smile.

"wha- i am not!" he looked absolutely bewildered. "Amy defend me! tell her i am not a slut!"

Amy just gave a shrug, small smirk on her face, before her face fell a little in thought.

"wait, i take it back," she said, looking at you for a minute. "he's not a slut."

"thank yo- wait how'd you come to that conclusion?" the Doctor asked, sounding a little taken aback.

"there's two people in this room who haven't been kissed by him, thefore, he's not worthy of the title" she said, both you and Rory giving a shrug in unison as if saying "fair enough".

"you know what speaking of, why haven't you kisse-" before Rory could utter another word the Doctor planted a fat one on him, promptly shutting him up.

"slut!" Amy shouted with a smile as Rory and the Doctor pushed away from each other.

"there happy? does that make me the biggest slut here?" he asked, looking at both Amy and Rory. Amy just shook her head, and pointed at you. "You're not worthy of such title when you can't even kiss your partner"

"oh cmon! i am not kissing her to prove a point" he said, "much less the point of interest being whether i'm a slut or not"

"yeah! why haven't you kissed me?" you asked playfully, smile planted on your face, bright enough for him to know you were only kidding.

the topic of skinship has been brought up enough between you two to know where you both stand. he wanted to take things slow with you, he wanted to be sure that it was something that not only you wanted, but he wanted. being alive for so long has made him weary of relationships, especially one with a human. you didn't mind though, you had all the time in the world, you could wait a little longer for a smooch.

"coward," Rory said, not so subltly hidden by a cough.

"I am Not! Im just-" he said, a little flustered, straightening his jacket "-waiting for the right time!"

"aww!" both you and Amy cooed at him and he just sighed.

"okay okay everyone," you said, after reading the room, "i think we should all get ready to have a nice dinner, choose a decade get dressed, and we'll meet back here in 20!"

Both Amy and Rory happily leave to their rooms, leaving both you and the Doctor alone.

he would look you in the eyes, fumbling around with some buttons.

"you okay bud?" you asked, walking over to him, wrapping his arms around you, head resting on his shoulder. he held you tightly, nosing at your hair, staying silent.

"you know i was just kidding right?" you asked, gently cupping his face with one hand, thumb caressing him.

"yeah i know, but it just got me to thinking," he said, pressing a small kiss on your temple.

"i'm so caught up on waiting for the right moment, nothing will ever be good enough! i mean, think of all the moments it could have been but were pushed aside cause they just didn't make the cut? or my expectations are too high" he said, and in a span of two seconds you had flashbacks to all the nice scenery you've come to see throughout your relationship that could've been "the right moment".

sunsets with five different colored suns, skyscraper like flowers, and skies that rained down water drops as shimmering as diamonds. (you were still kinda mad about that last one)

before you could assure him that you didn't mind waiting he cut you off by gently placing his lips on yours. the kiss started off gentle, tender, his lips barely there. you could tell he was nervous, but he quickly gained confidence, adding more pressure, more passion into you via his lips.

it was breath taking, more than you could ever imagine, everything you wanted and more. had it not been for you, and your puney little human lungs, he would've kissed you for longer. much much longer, but you needed air, so he slowly pulled back.

"i've come to the conclusion that every moment with you is the right one. and i'd be a fool to keep denying myself the pleasure of being able to enjoy them"

if you weren't out of breath with the kiss, his words certainly knocked the wind out of you. you didn't know what to say, so you just pulled him in for another kiss.

"slut!!"

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i know the person who requested this wanted the reader to be plus size but i couldn't find a way to incorporate it, i'm sorry )): anyways i hope you enjoy!

[munsooon]

for once the ice cream machine isnt broken

someone asked for a part two to McAngst with a side of Fries and so i ran with it since the event happend like two years ago and ive gone through some character development 

its amazing the things distance can do. It had been approximately 3 months since you’d last seen the Doctor. the first month was hard however, getting settled in Earth was already a struggle in itself but the constant nagging thoughts of the Doctor at the back of your head didn't help. you cried yourself to sleep most times, you mostly stayed indoors, curled up in a ball on your couch, old show reruns playing on your television. you indulged in the sadness, knowing if you bottled it all up you’d be a ticking bomb of despair. so thats how you stayed for the first month. sad and miserable. you’re sure you’d cried more in that month than you ever will in your lifetime.

after the sadness came indifference. what happened happened, and as unfortunate and messy the whole ordeal was, you had to move on. there were days were you did great! you went out, hung out with friends, went to your favorite shops and treated yourself to some cute shoes. other days were a little harder, you’d lie if you said that second month your feelings for the Doctor had completely gone. you saw him in everything you did, everywhere you went, the constant though of him was with you. if you saw a squirrel or a cat, you thought about him and the things he’d say. he’d more than likely start communicating with them and then translate the conversation to you. or when you passed by a bakery, you knew if he was there the smell would intrigue him and he’d pull you towards the scent and demand you buy him one. sometimes when you sat at the roof of your apartment, and gazed at the moon and stars, you wondered if he looked at those same stars, and missed you as much as you did him. getting over someone as amazing as the Doctor seemed almost impossible.

almost. 

by the third month, the thought of him barely crossed your mind. you were able to really focus on yourself, no nagging at the back of your head. you could really go out an enjoy yourself 100%. it was only then, your heart no longer heavy, mind cleared, that you start missing the universe. you missed the thrill, the chaos, the beauty of it, but you werent going to call and ask if you could go back, your pride wouldnt let you. if it happened it happened, if it didnt you’d just have to find adventure yourself.

but after all that bad shit that has happened to you, you deserved to have some good karma. and so it happened.

it was the holiday season, and the Ponds decided to spend said holidays here on Earth, with you. You were happy of course! they were you best friends and you missed them just as much as the universe. Seeing the Doctor felt surreal, having him flash that smile at you was nice. but thats all it was. nice, there was no flutter of your heart, no butterflies, no shortness of breath, just, nice,

but you shouldve known better, because having the gang altogether called for trouble, and thats exactly what you got. and so off you were, another adventure at your feet. you missed this, them, him. River wasnt here, your dinner didnt last long enough for you to be able to catch up on everything that had happed the last three months. so when the group split, it was just you and Him. if you hadnt taken the time to heal, this- being alone with him- would've been a lot harder. for now you were just trying to catch your breath, gather your thoughts, come up with a plan to save the day. 

as you gathered yourself, you could feel his eyes on you, and so you looked up at him. when your eyes met, he gave you a smile, let out a chuckle. “I missed this,” he said, and you raised a brow.”What do you mean, you're constantly running from shit, how could you miss it?” you asked, confused. 

He let out a sigh, and let his head fall, his hair falling around his face, covering his eyes. “that’s not-” he took a big breath, “-thats not what i meant.” he still wasnt looking you in the eyes.

“Oh?”

“what i meant was this, running from trouble with you,”

oh fuck 

“Doctor..”

“These past months have felt like forever without you,” he finally looked up again, his expression... sad.

you have an idea of where this conversation might be headed, and you wanted him to stop. 

“River told me everything,” he said, voice solemn. 

you jaw locked, eyebrows furrowed, body tense. you dont care, about him or River or wherever this dumb conversation was going. you were doing good, youve healed, if he truly knew about the situation he should see how good youre doing despite the absolute heartbreak you went through a few months ago, you dont understand why hes saying this.

“Dont,” was all you could say, the fear of the dam breaking too overpowering to let you say anything more. 

“When i was with her i thought thats what i wanted, but after a while, without having you there, it just didnt feel right. i figured out it was you, who i wanted. and im an idiot because i’d already known that but i pushed those feelings away- i didnt think you’d like me back. and i felt lost and sad and then something was happening with River and i just let myself get swept away, and it was irrational and in the end i ended up hurting both of you..”

“Doctor, stop.”

“and i think the guilt of how everything happened and not giving you an explanation was too much for her so she told me everything and then everything made sense!” he was pacing, running his hands through his hair, eyes watery. 

“Doctor thats enough,” your voice was barely above a whisper, but with those satellite for ears he had you knew he’s heard you.

“we ended things, on good terms, doesnt matter anymore shes not- with us anymore... but we ended it befire that so dont think im only saying this casue im a widow but i just wanted you to kno-”

“well i dont care! okay? whatever happened is a thing of the past and these three months ive taken the time to heal and, and get over you-” your voice was cracking, your cheeks were wet, “and i dont care anymore. those feelings aren't a part of me anymore. and id rather they stay like that."

he was quiet, eyes glossy. you probably looked worse.

"look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel anything for me anymore," he said, slowly stepping close to you. once he was in front of you he gently cupped your face in his hands.

his big, soft, warm hands. they felt so right holding you.

you didn't look him in the eyes, you couldn't, they were so sincere, and big enough to fit the whole universe in them.

tears silently spilled from your eyes, everytime he caught them and wiped them away.

you looked into his eyes, and before you could lie and tell him you felt nothing for him, he gently kissed you.

it felt so right, to be held and kissed by the Doctor. you fear nothing in your life will ever feel as right as this.

[munsooon]

"you're drunk," he stated simply.

"oh am i?" you asked, head feeling a little too heavy for your neck to hold.

"oh totally," Steve said, trying to keep you upright. You'd all just come back from a mission, and what better way to blow off some steam than to drink?

"could you just-" you said, getting his big hands and cupping them around your face, letting him hold the weight of your entire head, "there we go."

you were cute when inebriated.

[munsooon]

my masterlist beech

last updated: November 17, 2019

Fluff: (F) Angst: (A) Smut: (S)      4ShitsnGiggles: >:)

Supernatural: 

Dean x Reader:

Gremlins & Trolls (F?) >:)

I suck at titles (F)

Sam x Reader:

Maleficent-ish (F)

just whatevs:

Elves should stick to their shelves  >:)

me bilingual: 

Duendes del Demonio  >:)

Doctor Whom

10th x Reader:

Sketcher Bound (A?) (F)

Damn bitch im tired (F)

11th x Reader:

“Whats with the box?” (F)

McAngst with a side of fries (A)

Clara x Reader:

cock bloCKING timelord (F)

Marvel

Steve Rogers x Reader:

can i get a smooch bb? (F)

jus sum good ol’ drabbies:

Dean gets filled in on that beauty community drama

11th and the lobster conspiracy

idk what to name this one honestly, pero it has Tony my daddy Stark

the angels ain’t the only ones weeping

say thank you to Mr. Stark for saving your life

and i motherfucking oop babey

disaster sneeze

demigod avenger combo

[munsooon]

you couldn't look him in the eye- how could you?? this was already awkward as fuck, him getting a good look at your face would only enhance that.

maybe you'd get lucky and he wouldn't recognize you.

"I know you," you heard him say and looked at him for a second, before putting your hand over your face we irritating in an attempt to hide your identity.

you didn't say anything. you were too tired to say anything. how you ended up in the middle of a battle between the Avengers and some ugly beastly looking motherfuckers was beyond you, but you couldn't walk away, not when you knew you were capable of helping them out; chiron didn't raise a little bitch.

you should've zapped yourself away, should've ran as soon as you helped them kill off the last monsters, should've prayed to your father to create a tornando to whisk you away, yet here you were.

"i-i don't know what you're talking about."

you fool. you stuttering fool.

"No, you... you're one of the new interns," he said, and your stomach dropped.

why are you even surprised? you knew you'd risk being figured out if you helped them.

you put your hand down, still not looking him in the eye.

Mr. Tony Stark.

AKA, Iron Man.

AKA, your boss.

your boss who isn't supposed to know who or what you are yet here you are, exposed, vulnerable. Chiron is gonna rip you a new one.

"i can explain?"

[munsooon]

aka damn bitch im tired

when i got this request i screamed bcs i felt this on a spiritual level. also i kinda deviated from the request a bit so im sryy!! hope you enjoy it tho :)

Usually you worked the morning shifts, not that you minded. the crowd was nice enough and it never got as hectic as it tended to get on the afternoons, and it was a nice balance between your life here at earth and the life you had with The Doctor.

He never understood why you’d kept your job, it was tiring and you’d always come to him complaining about the ridiculous rude people you had to serve.

But alas, you were independent, and you liked being able to provide for yourself (even though current earth currency didn’t mean shit in outer space). So he learned to work around your schedule.

However, this time you were late.

He usually parked(?) the TARDIS in the spare room in your apartment around the time you usually got home- which was always at exactly 4:35. it was 5:00, and there was no sign of you. You always called if you were to be late, usually something about the metro not working or taking a different course due to traffic.

He was starting to worry.

Did you break your phone? Did your bus get hijacked? Did a customer finally push you over the edge and you rko’d them and now you’re in jail?

He didn’t know where to start looking, the city was so BIG! you could be anywhere!

With a long sigh, and a rub to his temple, he stepped back into the TARDIS and made his way to ground zero, your job. didn’t take him long to arrive, and when he did he carefully made his way inside.

Today seemed to be busier than usual. He looked through the windows to see if he could catch a sight of you, and it didn’t take him long to find you.

you were attending a table, smile bright and big, eyes dead and empty. You always told him you were a fake bitch but he never knew what you meant, until now. Your hair was a little disheveled, and your apron was slightly crooked. You looked absolutely exhausted, and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He knows your work schedule like the back of his hand, yet when you’re out on an adventure he’ll push your limits. He doesn’t mean any harm of course, he simply wants you to see and enjoy everything the universe has to offer, but you’re only human, and with this job combined with your space journeys, you’re bound to burn out. and burned out is exactly what you looked like.

whatever plans he had for you this afternoon would have to wait, he needed to put your health first.

despite that he decided to go inside, and was quickly greeted by the hostess. “Hello! dine in for one?” she chirped. she shared the same look of death in her eyes as you did, so he just smiled widely and nodded. “Yes! i was wondering if i could sit by a booth?” he asked, he knew you always got the booths as your section. “of course sir! follow me please!”

he was quickly sat on a booth by the corner, and promptly waited for your arrival.

it took you less than 45 seconds to come and greet him, eyes glued to your notepad. “Hello! what can i get you to drink?” you asked in what could only be described as your customer service voice.

“just a water for now,” he said and immediately you looked up at him with wide eyes. “oh god, what are you doing here?” you asked him before looking around and making sure none of your managers were around so you could take a seat.

“well, i didn’t get a call so i got a bit worried,” he said, exaggerating a bit.

“oh i’m sorry, i didn’t have time to get my phone and call. we got slammed and one of the girls had to take her kid to the doctor so she wasn’t able to come in,” you explained with a small frown. “i don’t know if they’ll keep me until closing or until it dies down, sorry.”

“nah don’t worry about it,” he said, holding back the urge to tuck your loose stands of hair behind your ear, “i didn’t have anything extraordinary planned out,”

that was a lie.

“and you, deserve nothing but extraordinary.”

that wasn’t a lie.

you gave him a smile, but not like the ones you gave your tables; with your eyes blank and soulless- no, for him your eyes shone with what can only be described as adoration.

before you could tell him anymore, you could hear your name being called from the kitchen, indicating that your food was ready.

you gave him a small smile as you stood from the chair, “were you gonna stay?” you asked hopeful. with him there your shift would certainly be a little more interesting.

“no, i’d be a distraction, and you missy,” he said, finally reaching to tuck your messy stands behind your ear, “need to focus. i’ll come by later to pick you up okay? if you get out a little early i’m only a call away.”

your name was called again, and you nodded at him before running to the back to fetch your food.

after he left, he couldn’t help but to think about how exhausted you were going to be afterwards. you needed a break, from work and from you me adventures. but he didn’t know how to help you accomplish that. well at least now he’d have time to think.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it wasn’t until very late that night that the Doctor got your call indicating that you were out.

“i know it’s late sorry, but i called just to let you know i was on my way to my apartment,” your tired voice said, barely above a whisper. “don’t move a muscle, i’m going to pick you up!” he said quickly, knowing your only mode of transportation was either him or your own legs- and it was dark and dangerous.

not even two seconds later the TARDIS materialized in front of you and the door soon opened. you stepped foot inside and was surprised at the sight.

along the rails were lit candles leading into the hallway, and although you were dead tired you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as you put your bag down and followed the path.

it lead you a way you weren’t too familiar with, but it didnt take you long to reach your destination.

the door was old, made out of wood and was a little heavy to open, but once inside you couldn’t help but squeal. there was a little table, with two chairs at its side, with a bouquet of some alien flowers and what looked like food on a plate.

you wanted to cry!

“i thought you were in need a break, and decided to pick up your favorite,” a voice quipped up behind you, and you turned and ran into the Doctors arms. it wasnt anything big, but in that moment all you wanted to do was kiss him.

and kiss him you did. UwU  

[munsooon]

it’s was just a sneeze.

a little tickle of your nose, a little twitch.

that’s all, nice plain simple sneeze.

what wasn’t, as nice or as plain or simple, was the eruption of something feathery on your back.

that shit fucking hurted.

your throat felt raw, did you scream? you weren’t sure, but by the heavy sound of footsteps coming towards you maybe you did.

Dean didn’t know what to expect when we knocked your door down. he knew you were a clutz, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d have to run to your room and find you with a sprained ankle or dislocated shoulder. but the sight before him winded him.

there you were, on the floor, shirt shredded to pieces, trembling, with some giant thing coming out of your back.

“oh my god,” was all he said before he went over and tried to pick you up. what he didn’t know was that you were loosing consciousness, and ready to tap out. it felt like your back was on fire! and it felt like your blood was rushing through whatever the fuck had come out of it.

you were in shock, and thank god you were cause Dean wouldn’t know how to deal with you in a panicked frenzy.

he tried his best to maneuver around the things and lift you as gently as possible, but one small bump into said thing was enough to send you into darkness.

-

you woke up sore. it was a strange feeling , and all you wanted to stretch, and so stretch you did.

“wait wait wait don- oh god” came a voice but it was too late and there was some crashing and banging.

you looked up to see Dean startled, looking at your back? before you could get a good look at whatever situation was going on Dean cleared his throat, catching your attention.

“h-how do you feel?” he asked, gently walking up towards you. “i- uh, fine? a little sore?” was all you said, Dean not looking down at you. “what’s wrong?”

“you might want to pull the covers up,” he said and you looked down at your attire, or lack thereof. “oh.”

there was a flutter. you felt it before you heard it and, so you looked back. and oh boy, was there a sight to behold.

wings. attached to your back.

...........

this was smthing i wrote awhile ago but i don’t think it’s going anywhere so i’m just gonna post it cause why not.

[munsooon]

he heard it almost every day, every minute, every second. your stupid voice and the stupid phrase echoed at night, his sleep paralysis demon really had nothing on you.

he can’t seem to remember when the last time you had said anything coherent. what was is like having a normal conversation with you? there must have been a reason for him to fall head over heels for you. but right now, he was debating.

he didn’t like libraries, he hated them; too quiet. too stale, boring. but quiet is what he needed and he didn’t know how to tell you. how could he? you, the sweetest little thing with big sparkly eyes that watered as soon as any mean thing was said to you. you were a hunter of course, but you were the first Cancer he’d seen in the field. he didn’t know much about the stars, but one thing was sure, the stars deemed you a baby crier, and you were the biggest baby crying hunter out there. he’d break your heart if he told you to just cut it out; and besides you were having fun. you, and your stupid memes.

after an hour of so of research and silence, it was time for you to head out.

“baby did you print the articles?” he asked, looking back at you as you walked out of the library.

“and i oop-“ was all you said before zooming back inside.

[munsooon]

you weren’t nothing if not a stubborn idiot. that’s why you decided to go out for a run so late at night despite what your roommate had said. she was in fact right; it’s not safe.

but your frustrations were at an all time high, and you’d have rather gone for a jog than to eat your feelings- although in retrospect maybe being a pig would have been the choice to take.

it was a beautiful night to go out for a run though, and it had started off nicely.

had.

but 15 minutes in you’d noticed your foot steps weren’t the only ones hitting the pavement. one quick glance behind you confirmed your fear. you were being followed- and sis that ain’t cute.

how would they find you in the morning? how would your body be placed? would he show any remorse? god you hoped your death would be quick and painless.

you kept running, not changing your pace, the fear of going faster and the man going in for the kill was too much. but your thighs were burning, your breathing was labored. you were tired, but you couldn’t stop.

so you did the next best thing and pulled your phone out, still running. but you didn’t know who to call- for sure your roommate had her phone off. maybe the police? would they do anything?

calling the police would have been the smart thing to do; but luckily you weren’t all that smart.

so you just dialed your roommate, not really paying attention to the number you punched in. the phone rang maybe four or six times, you weren’t really paying attention cause whatever cunt was following you had picked up the pace- and so had you.

“hello?” a man answered.

that for sure wasn’t her.

“who is this? how did you get this number?” the man asked, his voice sounding far too familiar. you took a corner into an alley and decided it was time for a break, squatting behind a dumpster.

“i uh- was running and some guy started chasing me and i-“ you held you breath as you heard footsteps approaching. really, you should've just hung up, and dialed your friend or the police, but the voice was familiar, and made you feel safe, so you decided to stay on it.

“i tried dialing my friend but i guess i got the wrong number i’m sorry” you whispered, trying to control your breathing as hard as you could. you almost couldn’t hear the person on the other end of the phone over the pounding of your heart.

silence.

if this was your last conversation, you hoped the other person would be there to hear you. you didn’t want to die alone.

the footsteps walked a little farther from the alley, and you sighed in relief.

“are you okay? is he gone?” the phone on the other line asked. “yeah i think so? i’m too scared to check.”

“where are you located?” the man asked, concern fully laced in his tone. who knew a stranger could actually care about your well being. you told the person your location, in hopes they’d call the police and send help your way.

“what’s your name?” he asked. 

smart, if you died he could give the police your name and information so they could have an easier time finding you.

you told him your name, as softly as you could as to not give your location. “yours?” you asked, almost instinct.

“Tony,” he said.

Tony, nice

you took a few more minutes to catch your breath, Tony thankfully staying on the phone with you. not much was said, not that you wanted much to be said; but it was nice to know that you weren’t completely alone. “i think he’s go-“ you were cut off short when a hand covered your mouth and you were hauled up into the air, phone falling from your hand as you reached to pull the hand off your mouth.

you let out a scream, but it was muffled by the hand. you could feel whoever had captured you breathing onto your hair. you fought as hard you could, trying to bite and kick and flail with whatever strength your body could muster. but you were tired after the long run, and you didn’t know if this was a fight you would win. you could feel whoever had you start dragging you deeper into the alley and you could feel hot tears running down your face.

this really was it, this was your end. cause of death? not listening to your roommate.

oh god, who would tell her you were dead? will she report you missing just to find out days, weeks, or maybe even years later that you had been brutally murdered?

you hadn’t stopped screaming, your throat felt raw. but you couldn’t stop, whether it was instinct or hope that someone would hopefully hear and try to help you, you didn’t stop screaming. you couldn’t.

you felt yourself be pushed against the brick wall, but before things could go any further, you felt the man being pushed off your body. before a quick yell was let out and a brutal metal “clang” rang out.

silence.

you curled up in a ball, shocked, your brain trying to process the events currently taking place .

“are you ok?” a familiar voice asked behind you. a cold hand touching your shoulder.

you slowly looked up and couldn’t believe what- who was standing before you.

iron man.

tHe iron man.

oh man.

oh boy.

you opened your mouth to answer him, but nothing came out, so you nodded a slow yes and you looked into the eyes of the suit.

soon the face disappeared and replacing it was the face of the only and only Tony Stark.

Tony Stark.

tHe Tony Stark!

oh man.

oh boy.

“did he hurt you?” he asked, concern flooding his eyes. the magazines did not to this man justice. he was,,,, beautiful.

you shook your head no, deciding it was better to keep quiet for the sake of your throat.

he studied your features carefully. you more than likely looked pathetic and gross. it wasn’t until now that you could feel how sweaty you were, and even though you felt hot you were shaking like a chihuahua. you were also crying, which wasn’t a pretty sight; and all in front of Mr. Tony Ironman Stark. Pathetic.

“would you like me to take you home?” he asked and you were quick to nod. “just tell me where to go,” he said before carefully picking you up from the ground.

sadly, you weren’t too far from your apartment complex. the ride was short, but fun. you weren’t big on flying in planes or being in rollercoasters; but flying in Iron Mans arms? now that was your thing.

he landed on the roof of your apartment, and just as carefully as he had picked you up he set you down.

you stared at him, wanting to thank him, but words couldn’t even begin to describe how thankful you felt towards him. so a hug would have to do. and hug him you did. it was a strong hug, and for a while there he was a little winded and surprised someone like you could pack a punch in a hug- but none the less he hugged you right back.

silence.

but for once the silence was welcomed.

[munsooon]

you were absolutely terrified. one short encounter with a weeping angel was enough to send you into a state on constant, frantic panic. it’s not like you saw one for long (does anyone ever seen them for long?)

“i mean what if im being corned and i suddenly have the urge to sneeze? it’s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open!” you argued.

“sneeze with one eye open then,” the doctor said nonchalantly with a sly smirk.

you gave him your best “are you fucking with me”? look. “time lords can do it,” he chirped.

no they can’t.

“there’s just no winning with them! they’re so scary i can’t possibly comprehend how i’m gonna fight them if we ever encounter them! absolute madness!”

your record so far for how long you could go without blinking was a pathetic 45 seconds. you blamed it on your genes, dry irritable eyes ran in the family. “one second i’m in 2019 with my smartphone and free access to an unlimited education and information and next thing you know i’m throwing my shit out the window!”

“you’re exaggerating, so long as you’re with me i won’t let anything of the sort happen to you. ever.” his words sounded promising, especially when he looked at you so protectively, a warm passion behind his beautiful eyes. he didn’t seem like a threat, not at first sight of course. with his floppy hair and stupid chin and even stupider bow tie- but you knew him long and well enough to know that his need to protect had almost no boundries, and he could be outright terrifying.

but he wasn’t right now, not as he helped you beat your record for longest time without blinking. it was quite a treat for him really, seeing you sitting down criss cross apple sauced, hard in concentration in some random room you’d pick out to hang out in. big dry doe eyes straining and red. he would have put a stop to this long ago, but he couldn’t; not when he had an excuse to stare into those big dry eyes.

“i’ll hold onto that sir, i’ll have you know if i spend the rest of my life throwing my shit out of a window i’ll kill you,” you threatened, ready to go for another round of no blinking.

he tapped your arm gently, a silent gesture to knock it off and take a break. “of all the things those things could do to you and you’re scared of a little shit out the window?” he teased, leaning against the couch behind him, pulling you into his arms.

all jokes and teasing aside, the small encounter with the demon stones scared him too. the thought of losing you in just a matter of a seconds terrified him. you meant far too much to him, you simply weren’t allowed to leave him.

“it’s absolutely barbaric, of course it’s scary!” you defended, resting your head on his chest.

“well like i said, i’ll keep you safe” and in that moment, tucked in his arms, you felt as safe as can be.

[munsooon]

“what? no! no way! that’s absurd!” you couldn’t even begin to comprehend the hot tea Tony had just spilled to you.

it had started off as a normal morning, everyone coming together in the kitchen to have some breakfast. “breakfast is the most important meal of the day! and it’s important we all eat together and bond in order to strengthen our team!” Cap has said. not that you were particularly against it, you liked the team and loved having your small moments together- god only knew how long you had to appreciate the small things.

what you were particularly against was Tony accusing the small old lady in the next building of watching tentacle porn!

“That’s disgusting, we don’t need to be discussing that at breakfast,” Sam said begrudgingly, stabbing his fork into his omelette rather aggressively.

“no no, Tony opened this can of worms and now i’m curious,” Clint chimed.

All you could do was roll your eyes.

“how’d you even find that out? you spend a lot of time spying on the older lady across the street?” you asked. it was no secret you all had a spot next to the window were you’d spy on the luxurious hotel with a bunch of binoculars.

sometimes crime was slow enough you got bored and snopped on the lives of ‘normal people’. it was your own live soap opera! and a very hot topic amongst the avengers.

“no! i was checking in on the pretty brunette a floor up and see if she was still cheating on her wife and something intriguing caught my eye” Tony defended- or at least tried to, he only seemed to incriminate himself some more.

“i thought we agreed we would stop snooping in on people,” a righteous voice says, everyone looking towards the sound of the voice to see the Captain himself walking in, most likely coming back from a run.

“oh please, we all know you snoop on that older couple that falls asleep to MASH,” Sam said, the Cap. only sending daggers his way.

“so what Tony? tentacles seem to catch your attention a lot these days?” Clint asked with a smirk, only for Tony to throw a piece of bacon his way.

“children no throwing food during breakfast!” Natasha called from the end of the table, where up to this point was just watching this debacle unfold.

“you’re full of shit Tony. the lady doesn’t watch anything that isn’t in black & white, i doubt she’d watch videos with large, neon peni-“ one look from Cap told you to not say that word at the breakfast table, “-appendages. there’s no way!”

“how much do you want to bet?” Tony asked, eyebrow arched high.

“what the budget?”

“anything money can buy”

oh lord. it wasn’t everyday Tony made a bet with an unlimited budget. recently he’s been limiting he’s bets to $100 and if you got lucky maybe $500, but this- this was a one time opportunity.

“i want the most expensive dog money can buy,” you decided.

“that’s all?”

“maybe a lambo”

“and if i win you’re gonna be my personal maid, skimpy outfit and all. deal?”

you’ve been studying this lady for the last few months, and the most action she’s gotten was when she got some Wendy’s post-mated. you were sure she didn’t even know what hentai was.

“deal!” and you shook on it.

.

.

.

it had been three days since the bet had been made. every afternoon you sit on your couch and stalk the poor woman through some binoculars, and so far, nothing. just some I Love Lucy reruns, and jewelry auctions.

your sweet victory was in sight!

that is until tonight.

“order some take out and once it comes we can see if she does anything. if not, you win,” Tony said, and you didn’t have to be told twice.

once your food arrived you both sat down on the couch, and got to stalking.

for the first 15 minutes, nothing out of the norm was going on. she had a smart TV and was currently watching some cooking show on youtube it seemed, but then-

“what is she doing? they haven’t even put the cake in the oven, why is she changing it? what is that? that’s not youtube anymore... is that- is that pornhub? oh god. oh my god. holy fucking shit. oh my god no! how is that even going to fit?! ohmygod noo-! that’s literally impossible how in the fuck?? did she just pull out a dildo!?”

you learned two things that day:

1. don’t stalk lonely old ladies

and

2. apparently that older woman was very into tiny girls being ripped inside out by alien tentacles.

[munsooon]

some of you are bout to be real mad, but it must be said

some of y’all really want me to write for rose, and like i totally will cause i’m nothing if not a pleaser, but man i just don’t like rose’s character >.>

[munsooon]

“ok hear me out, don’t make any comments and let me finish before asking any questions or making any judgements!!” you said as the waiter filled your glass with some more water. “thank you darling”

the Doctor only nodded, taking a sip of some alien juice he’d ordered that you’ve never heard of before, knowing you’d probably say something absurd and not wanting to spit it out.

“so, lobsters never stop growing, in fact they don’t die unless they’re killed. that being said, whose to say there aren’t gigantic ginormous continent like lobsters living at the bottom of Earths ocean!”

You’re wrong. He could easily debunk your ridiculous claims but if he was being honest with himself you were quite amusing, why would he want to put that to an end.

“is there some point you’re trying to make?” he asked with a small grin. “yes, now hush.”

“so imagine, open your mind for a bit, and imagine that the tectonic plates aren’t some kind of weird plate rock thingies, but it’s just a bunch of giant lobsters carrying the world on their backs!!” the look in your eyes has the Doctor speechless.

you were so incredibly, stupidly brilliant. he’d never met anyone with a mind like yours, a limitless imagination that carried you into a universe full of adventure. a mind hungry to learn, eyes eager to see things anyone else would only ever dream about. you were, magnificent. in every way.

“you’re absolutely magnificent,” he just had to voice his thoughts. you scoffed lightly, you never gave yourself enough credit. he reached over and engulfed your tiny hand in his. “absolutely magnificent,”

there’s no other words to describe the emotion lighting up his eyes other than absolute adoration.

[munsooon]

“... so you see, it’s not about the gummy pills at all! there’s more to it and if people really just watched the whole thing instead of just taking snippets of her video out of context they’d get it to!” you explained passionately to your boyfriend, who at this point in the conversation was almost, undoubtedly asleep.

“Dean are you listening?” you asked, looking at him through your mirror as you snatched your winged eyeliner.

“yeah baby, he’s more than just some backstabbing friend, the pills were just the tip of the iceberg,” he said lazily, opening one eye to assure you your ramblings weren’t unheard of.

for some reason you’d recently gone down a beauty spiral, and the drama in said community was driving you nuts. you were a woman of many opinions, and you couldn’t keep them all in. not that Dean minded, he liked that you finally had a distraction from the constant evil and danger that seemed to rule your lives. he also didn’t mind that now you were, as you had put it: “serving looks”, as you went to fight said evil.

“and even so, his apology was kind of wack like? literally someone pulled that shit a year ago and now they’ve completely fallen off the face of the planet! their careers truly ended.” you kept saying, as you applied a coat of mascara to whatever pathetic lash hair God cursed you with. a miserable, um-ordinary life wasn’t enough. at least you had your boyfriends lashes to admire.

“mhm,” was all he said. he loved you, he truly did, but all he’d been hearing for the past few days was this drama, and frankly he was getting a little tired of it. he didn’t even know who these people were, but at this point they might as well be considered best friends.

the rest of your time getting ready was spent in silence, save for the soft tunes you had playing on your phone.

“alrighty, all done! ready to head out babe?” you asked as you put all your makeup away in your drawer. Dean mentally fist bumped the air as he made his way to the door, having already been ready for the past hour. “how do i look?” you asked.

he took one good look at your face, the detail of your eyeliner, the soft blend of colors on your lids, the sparkle on your cheekbones, and have you a toothy grin, “absolutely beautiful, now c’mon let’s go”

getting into the car, with Sam right on your trail checking his phone. as per usual, you went in the back as the brothers sat in front; not that you cared, it usually gave you more room to nap.

Dean was glad you had let it all out in your shared bedroom, so now the drive to the place would be filled tranquility and Led Zepplin.

.

.

.

“whose James Charles and why is he over?”

“oh bitch take a damn seat you bout to get schooled!!”

[munsooon]

my FAVORITE tropes compiled thanks to some suggestions from others

a character gets a sick burn and doesn’t realize it immediately, at some point later there’s just “HEY WAIT A MINUTE”

the double take. this one’s an oldie but a goodie

the injured character makes the killing shot that saves everyone else in a dangerous situation

a character who isn’t speaking is doing something weird in the background, it’s subtle and never acknowledged it’s just there for those who notice it (pulling another character out of something they got stuck in, making a huge sandwich, etc)

the beleaguered assistant inches away from smacking their boss

“quick act natural”

in that vein, the leader character was just in a shouting match with someone and when they come back the rest of the team scrambles to look like they weren’t listening at the door

never forget: “he’s standing right behind me isn’t he”

[munsooon]

my masterlist beech

last updated: November 29, 2019

Fluff: (F) Angst: (A) Smut: (S) 

Supernatural: 

Dean x Reader:

Gremlins & Trolls (F?)

I suck at titles (F)

Sam x Reader:

Maleficent-ish (F)

just whatevs:

Elves should stick to their shelves 

me bilingual: 

Duendes del Demonio  

Doctor Whom

10th x Reader:

Sketcher Bound (A?) (F)

Damn bitch im tired (F)

11th x Reader:

“Whats with the box?” (F)

McAngst with a side of fries (A)

Clara x Reader:

cock bloCKING timelord (F)

Marvel

Steve Rogers x Reader:

can i get a smooch bb? (F)

jus sum good ol’ drabbies:

Dean gets filled in on that beauty community drama

11th and the lobster conspiracy

idk what to name this one honestly, pero it has Tony my daddy Stark

the angels ain’t the only ones weeping

say thank you to Mr. Stark for saving your life

and i motherfucking oop babey

disaster sneeze

demigod avenger combo

hey bighead