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Don't Belong Here

Part 5

part 4

By: @pusantheamazonian

Tag list: @rosecat5 @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely @rivalriotrenegade @rouge-fire175 @happymoonangel @the-witchs-posts

You don't know why but it's time. There's just something gnawing in your brain that Ronnie needs to meet them. Now that you two are officially dating. Because if they don't approve of him you're going to cut your own heart out. And you'll never be happy again.

Anxiety ridden. Biting the bullet, you give them a call. And it's picked up on the first ring.

"Y/N! I hope you're not calling to cancel tomorrow." Immediately the motherly scolding begins, somehow she knows something is going on.

"Actually quite the opposite."

"What's wrong?" Worry fills her voice.

"I was hoping I could bring someone with me. There's someone I'd like you to meet." Biting your lip, you know she's going to say yes. But you don't want to risk the chance that the answer will be no.

"Of course dear. You can bring whoever you need to." You can hear the relief in her voice.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

One phone call down, now the other. But there's no telling what he's up to today so quick text will do.

Ronnie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? They're some people I want you to meet.

God. Why is this so hard to ask? You've rewritten the question three times. Nervously you push send. It's not like you're inviting him to have lunch with your parents and meet them for the first time. No it's just Tog and Dura. The ones who have looked after you and babied you since you moved here.

Damn it. They are your parents. As much as you hate saying it out loud to anyone. They are. Besides Charlie and Olivia already call them that.

*Ding*

Sure.

Great! Meet at my place at 11am.

Breathing a sigh of relief. Now here's to hoping everything goes well.

~

These people must be important to you. You have refused to say anything else about this lunch or even acknowledge that it's happening. He's got to step it up today, he definitely needs to look like a regular person.

The importance of this lunch is killing you. You already sorta know how Tog feels about this but Dura will likely kill Ronnie if she disapproves.

"Where is that dress?" Grumbling while sorting through the closet. You know that dress Dura bought you is in here and for extra bonus points you have got to wear it. Ronnie will be here any minute and you're still in your underwear. Not that he wouldn't mind but now is not the time.

"Ah ha!" Finding the dress, somehow you tucked it into a garment bag and shoved it all the way in the back of the closet.

Slipping the dress on you barely have enough time to finish getting dressed when there is a knock on the door.

Opening the door you can't believe it's him. He's in crisp new jeans and a button up shirt. There's no way he can clean up this good.

"H-hi." Stumbling over your words you have to force yourself to focus.

Damn she's gorgeous. Hair and makeup done. Smelling like blackberries again. The soft blue dress has matching beading around the neckline and belt. He's never seen you in a dress before. He'll never say it out loud but you usually dress like you're homeless or just rolled out of bed. You oddly feel like home.

"You didn't say what to wear. Hope I chose right." Shrugging you see his ears twitching awkwardly.

"Yes." Actually you couldn't care less about what he wore. They'll find out he's part of the Fogteeth sooner or later.

"We are meeting some important people of mine for lunch. Just let me get my purse." Staying positive is the only way to make it through the day.

Important people? Worried who's so important that you won't say who it is? He picked up on the fake smile just now. You now have him worried about this meeting.

~

He's been driving for about twenty minutes towards the outskirts of the city with you giving directions. The neighborhood seems decent enough. A bunch of smaller homes and it seems strangely quiet for the most part.

"This one here. With the iron fence." Quickly pointing at the house a few yards down.

He pulls into a blacktop driveway beside a white brick bungalow. Getting out of the truck he's hit with a variety of strong smells. Vegetables and flowers but the most noticeable one is Orc.

Making your way around the truck, you grab his hand firmly and lead the way.

"Are you feeling okay? You keep biting your lips." Asking he knows the answer. You're not and it's worrisome. Nervousness and fear keep wafting off of you, getting stronger with every step.

"Just a little nervous." Shrugging you try not to give away how terrified you actually are.

"You're nervous?"

"Well, you're the first person I've brought home." Fidgeting you quickly push the doorbell.

“Brought home?” Confused, he couldn't have heard you right.

The door swings open before you can answer him. An old orc woman answers. Excitement covers her face.

"Y/N! My darling daughter, it's so good to see you." She's loud and excited. He's never smelt such happiness from an orc about a human.

"You saw me a few days ago." Smiling, you give her a quick hug.

"So? If I had it my way you wouldn't be able to leave the house." Teasing she pinches your cheeks.

"Mam!" Embarrassed, you shoo her hand away.

"Oh hush. I don't want any sass from you. Your sister has enough of it. Now who is this?"

"Mam this is Ronnie. He's the one I talked to you about. Ronnie, this is my mother Dura." You calmly gesture between the two.

It doesn't go unnoticed that you introduced her as your mother and the happy gasp that came from her. She knows you're not very public with telling people who they are.

"Come in! Come in! Lunch is almost ready. Your father is setting the table now." Grinning Dura nods inside.

Holding Ronnie's hand tightly you head to the dining room. Pausing slightly you see him finish setting the table.

"Pap this is Ronnie. Ronnie, this is my father Tog."

He instantly recognizes the old orc you call father. He was working that day, he caused a scene.

He's stunned. The ones you call mother and father are orcs. In a moment time feels frozen but moving at hyper speed. The realization hits him hard. You have brought him to meet your parents. That's a serious commitment step especially in Orc culture. You're basically presenting him to the chieftain; the leader; your father that he is your chosen mate.

"Y/N, come help." Dura asks from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Giving Ronnie a smile you quickly pat his arm before disappearing into the next room.

"When we are together as a family for meals. We speak in our mother tongue. It helps keep the language alive." Tog explains in Bodzvokhan, with a stern face gesturing for Ronnie to take a seat.

"It’s so that we don't forget how to speak it." You lean over to whisper as you put some food on the table.

"Charlie speaks it too?" Surprised that thought never occurred to him.

"Yeah and so does Olivia but she's still learning." Trying not to smile at Ronnie's confused face you sit down beside him.

"How did you two meet?" Dura questions, passing bowls of food around. Not giving Ronnie a chance to process anything.

"Ah um at a Fogteeth block party." You don't necessarily know how to explain it.

"Y/N! Since when do you party?" Shocked, Dura's disbelief is evident.

"Because your daughter signed me up for a fight club. So they all know me now." Huffy you make it known what her sassy daughter has been up to.

"Y/N! What have I said about fighting?" Frowning, Dura tsk's you.

"To knock them out in one punch." You pretend to punch someone.

"Dura's father was a boxer. That's how we met. I worked as an errand boy when I was a child at the gym where her father trained." Tog interjects.

Now it clicks in his mind about why you can fight. My God you're from a family of Orc boxers.

"Could be worse, you forget that Charlie and Olivia met at a strip club." Sighing the way you and Ronnie met wasn't entirely a bad way, just very unconventional.

"Why do I believe that?" Ronnie laughs.

“They were both waitresses. Cause Charlie can't dance and Olivia is accident prone.”

The rest of the lunch visit goes well. No red flags popped up. And watching Ronnie interact with them is nice. It's not often you or Charlie bring someone here. Only after two years of dating was Olivia introduced and Ryan was only after graduation.

Gathering the leftovers for Charlie and Olivia. You see Pap and Ronnie walk outside.

"Y/N."

"Yes Mam?" Turning you see how worried she is.

"Are you sure? This will affect your reputation." Dura nods at him.

"I know Mam."

"As long as you're sure. I worry about you the most." Sighing she knows that once you've decided something, that's all that matters.

"I know."

Cupping your face with both hands, she gives you a soft forehead kiss.

Waiting on the porch Tog finds now is the time to personally talk to Ronnie

Outside he can feel and smell the anger and suspicion from Tog. The air seems to be electrified.

"I say this once. Harm Y/N in any way and you will not get off so easily as before. I am from the old country. I know how to get things done."

Astonished he never thought he would be threatened like this. But it doesn't come as a complete surprise since he has been a jerk before because of stupidity.

"I don't plan on that happening again."

“Good. She's the most stubborn and sensitive of two. As you are well aware by now.”

~

Back at your apartment you quickly set the food on the counter and properly face Ronnie. You could tell he was thinking about stuff from how silent in the truck he was.

"Sorry I sprung this on you like this. I didn't know exactly how to say ‘come meet my parents who happen to be Orcs’.” Apologizing, you don't want him to be mad about today.

"Daughter?" Questioning he tugs on the shirt of your dress.

"Yeah. Basically adopted us. Me first, then when I said I had a sister they were ecstatic."

"They're never letting you go." He gently grabs your hand intertwining the fingers.

"Good cause I'm not letting them go." Smiling, you know it's the truth. If anything were to happen to them. You'd probably go crazy. "The first few years I lived here were harsh. I survived on my savings and their generosity. At one point I was living with them. After scrimping and saving. I had enough money to buy a decent house or a really good apartment. But then Pap lost his job at the factory. So in secret I bought that house for them. With the money I had left over, my sister moved in with me into an apartment."

Besides the fact that you were only eighteen when you moved here with everything you owned stuffed into your car. Thinking you were a badass with no definite plan. You skipped graduation as payback for your parents kicking you out on your eighteenth birthday and living with a friend for the last four months. That they took pity on your stupid self. Working two jobs and going to school full time. You had lost all control of time and self preservation. They made it their mission to make sure someone was taking care of you since you dropped the ball on it. Before deciding that it would be best if you were to move in, to pool resources. And them giving you courage to fully do what you want with support.

"What do their children think of this?"

"Their son Mek died as a child and never had any more." Shaking your head sadly. "Charlie and I joke that Mek is our guardian angel."

Smelling the sadness he changes the topic.

"So how is it with work then?" That's always been a question burning in his head. He's never heard of an orc to have an actual decent job.

"Manny is my full time assistant. Pap works as my part time assistant."

"How do you have orcs as assistants?" There's no way you have that many Orcs actually working with you.

"The loophole is that I'm allowed to have two assistants of my choosing. They have to pass a background check and be personally trained by me." Giggling you boop his nose at your secret.

"Damn. That's a good loophole."

"Manny already knows us, he used to work at the same factory. So why not? I choose my father and a family friend that acts like my big brother." You start to fidget with his buttons.

"You've never said your parents are orcs. Why?" Taking a risk, the question makes you ooze out sadness and loneliness.

"Granted they've probably already had their share of hate. It throws everyone off at first but they taught me how real parents should act. I love them so much I just want to freeze time and wrap them up in bubble wrap." Sighing there's just an unexplainable love for Dura and Tog. "I don't want anything to happen to them. And just shouting to the world that my parents are Orcs will cause unnecessary hate."

Pausing he lets everything sink in. Everything he knows and what he found out today. “Sprinkles, you are the most complicated person I have ever met. With an immensely kind heart."

"Thanks." A defeated chuckle escapes. "Besides, you have no idea how restricted and complicated the adoption process is. But to adopt from another race is nearly impossible. The only successful cases were those involving half breeds but then they were only allowed to be adopted by whatever races they were a part of."

"How do you know this?"

"When I was nineteen I wanted them to adopt me. So I went and got the paperwork and researched everything. But I wasn't able to do anything about it, besides this country doesn't recognize adult adoption as being legal."

"That's bullshit!" Scoffing that's ridiculous.

"I know!"

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Got another complaint so I’m just gonna post this for reblogging purposes. Feel free to use.

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I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.

For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"

It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"

I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!

But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.

On encouraging reblogs —

I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!

But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.

As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.

So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.

I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.

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Crowley!!! Part 2

Part 1       

So I’ve Had this mostly written for quite a while but officially finished for like a month. I just wasn't sure if anyone would want it , but I’m biting the bullet and posting it. I do have more ideas for more chapters let me know if yall want more.

Word Count:1258

Warnings: language is all that I know of

Credit to Gif Owner

Author: @bookchic20

Thanks to my Beta Reader @sylvanasthebansheequeen and @pusantheamazonian

“Yeah I just got it home I’m sending you a pic now.” You say to your best friend on the phone, as you pull the phone away from your ear and then sending her a picture or your new car. Putting the phone back up to your ear you say, “Alright sent it you should be getting it soon.”

 “Got it” (Y/B/F) answers you. “Oooo I like it, but I am gonna miss taking you to work and getting free food out of it” She jokes laughing.

 “Now you know we will still get food girl, that’s guaranteed.” You say laughing along with her.

“For sure, well have you decided on a name for this one, yet? I always love hearing what your gonna call your cars.” She asks.

 “Well, I think I’m gonna keep with the same trend as the last one.” You start as you put some of your things in the back trunk area.

 “Oh, so sticking with characters from the supernatural books, eh?” She asks. “But which one will you choose this time?”

 “Well, I figure since this is actually like an SUV and so much taller than the cars I’ve driven in the past, I’m thinking Moose, after Sam ya know since he is supposedly so tall.”   You say as you start to pull down the hatchback of the SUV.

 “Really Moose? I thought you had class.” You hear in a Scottish accent from behind you.

 “Ouch shit.” You say as you hit your head on the hatch.

“You okay?” You hear from your phone, as you turn around and see Crowley standing behind you, leaning up against your apartment building.

 “Wha… oh yeah just hit my head uh I gotta get off here I’ll call ya back ok?” You say.

 “Cute guy, gotcha.” She says hearing the specific tone in your voice that she knows.

 “Uhhuh something like that.” You say. “Later.” You hang up your phone putting in in your pocket.  Smiling at Crowley, you put your hands on your hips.

 “Hello, darling.” Crowley says with a grin.

 “Well Hello to you too Crowley, it’s been a while hasn’t it.” You say starting to head towards him, and the door to your apartment.

He nods at you as you open your door and wave him in. “Not as long as you think.” He says, following you into your small apartment.

 “What do you mean?” You ask him. “It’s been like a year.” Grabbing a water out of your fridge you offer him one.

 Shaking his head, he asks. “So why a new vehicle? I thought Crowley was running just fine after I left you that night.” Crowley sits down in your armchair crossing his right leg over the left.

 “Well yeah it was but…wait.” You look at him intently.

“What?”

“It was you!” You yell pointing at him.

“What was me?” He asks, looking annoyed to be accused of who knows what.

“I thought I was crazy, my friend thought I was crazy!” You exclaim, throwing your hand in the air as you pace back and forth before stopping and looking at him. “You fixed Crowley, well I mean my car Crowley not you Crowley…well not that I can say that I don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not.” You mutter your eyes briefly going just below his belt line, before continuing to pace again. “You made my car work better and didn’t even let me say thank you and then you vanish for almost a year, and randomly pop up after I get a new car and named it something you aren’t a fan of.”  You rant on. “Why do you even care what the cars name is are you just jealous its not named after you?!”

 Crowley sits up straight in the armchair eyes going wide, staring at you as you rant, he clears his throat. “Ehem.”

 Stopping in your tracks at the noise you look at him. “Sorry…I was ranting wasn’t I?” You ask him with an apologetic look.

 “Its fine Darling, I think we just have a couple things to address from your…rant.” He says.

 “Oh yeah sure like what?”

 “Well for starters you told your friends about me?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows.

 “Well not exactly.” You say and he looks at you unconvinced. “I told my best friend that I had a dream about meeting you and that my car was better after it like it was a coincidence type thing. So, I didn’t really tell her I met the real you…or ya know that you are in fact real in the first place.” You explain.

 “Ok well that’s fair enough now for the other thing.” He says with a smirk.

 “What other thing?” You say with a confused look. “Sorry sometimes I get lost in my rants as you called it and don’t pay attention to what I say. And what’s with the smirk?”

 “Well you said something along the lines of you ‘don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not’ .”

 “Oh…” Your face goes red. “I didn’t mean… I just get caught up in talking sometimes…I… Wait a minute you’re avoiding my question.”

 “I am not.” He says with a huff before sitting back in the chair.

“You so are, and I think I have my answer you are jealous, aren’t you?”  You smile at him, and he huffs crossing his arms. “You’re jealous of a car! Ha!”

 “Mnot.” Crowley mutters under his breath, barely able to be heard looking away from you.

 “Crowley.” You say his name softly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Crowley.” You say a little louder, as you pat him on the shoulder. Come on Crowley look at me.”

He slowly turns his head. “What?”

“You know you’ll still always be my favorite right?” You ask him. “Just cause my other car got totaled after a wreck and I had to get a new one doesn’t change that.”

 “Wait you had a wreck?!” He asks concerned. “Are you okay?” He asks standing up and looking you over.

 “Hehe..” You chuckle a bit. “I’m fine Crowley, It was like a month ago and I wasn’t even in the car at the time so it’s all good. You don’t have to worry about me.”

 “Wait a month ago.” Crowley thinks back to a month ago, when he was helping the Winchesters with some issues they were having. He hadn’t been able to check in on you like he had been doing every so often over this last year. “This is all the boys’ fault.” He sighs as he turns away from you.

“What are you talking about? It’s nobody’s fault really. I was just in a fender bender and when we got out of the car to exchange info a car that was driving by slammed into it cause their brakes went out on them and so it was totaled. It could have been way worse.”

 “It shouldn’t have happened at all though, but because of those damn Winchesters you could have been hurt.” He says turning back around to face you with a strange look on his face.

 It was a look that you were not expecting to see on him, concern. “Wait a minute I’m confused.”

 “I should have been there to check in on you.” Crowley said, as he starts to reach out to you, right when your phone starts ringing.

 Looking over at your phone you reach to stop the ringing, and by the time you look back Crowley was gone.

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I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.

(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)

The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.

So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.

I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.

First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?

And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:

Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.

Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.

I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!

Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.

Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).

Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.

So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.

They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.

I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.

Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.

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Saw my first post with someone admitting they used chatGPT to ‘write a fic’ which they then shared here on tumblr and on Ao3.

To be clear, using AI to churn out a piece of fiction is not writing.

Using a bot (possibly one that was trained using a scrape of Ao3, that is to say, the theft of work from every writer who has posted their work on Ao3) is NOT WRITING.

It is theft. It isn’t creation. It’s a regurgitation of the consumed collective work and effort and heart and time of every writer who has shared their work on Ao3.

‘I’m not a good writer’ is no excuse.

Want to be a writer? Put in the time everyone else does to practice.

Don’t feel confident in your work? Open yourself up to the same vulnerability and risk that the rest of us do.

You don’t get to use a fucking bot to vomit out an approximation of a story and pretend you’ve got skin in the game.

The sad thing? This bot-assembled fic wasn’t bad. It was bland, but it had internal logic, some passing context to character and canon. It wasn’t like those early AI art pieces that had surreal compositions and extra fingers. It wasn’t immediately obvious it was made by a bot.

In this instance the person who posted it admitted they had used a bot. Which, actually, I have some respect for. But it probably isn’t the first and it won’t be the last.

I don’t know that there’s a solution to this, but it is both hurting my heart and enraging me.

[rudemaidenswrite]

Write fanfic for yourself.

Publish fanfic for the rotation of 3-6 people who are devoted readers and will either go feral or leave you very nice words and yell with you about it.

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Do you ever read a fic so interesting you want behind the scenes lore, ten pinterest moodboards and one of those fancy .gif edits but none of that exists bc it's a fanfic?

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Thanks to the lovely @pusantheamazonian and my dreams I am now working on a part two of Crowley! So that should be out soon keep your eyes peeled for it and enjoy the first part.

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Addams Family Values

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Return

Sam Wilson x Friend!Reader, Zemo x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Part 1

By : @pusantheamazonian

beta'd: @2cciberrylee

Standing at the top of the jet’s stairs, heavy bags in his hands. An irritated Bucky glances back at Sam. 

"She's a kid. How is she going to help?" Growling the question out.

"We could use another set of eyes on Zemo. Besides, I've had her on a job before." Sam informs firmly.

Bucky enters the jet ignoring Zemo, sitting at the back. He throws the bags at the closest seat possible. "So in the process, we're going to make her a wanted criminal  too. Good plan Sam, very fucking good one." 

"Can you just go wait with him? I'll be back with her in a minute." Sam exasperatedly points to Zemo, making his way back down the steps.

An interesting turn of events. Zemo wonders exactly who you are. Since this is a different type of argument between Sam and James.

Waiting on the tarmac alone in the middle of nowhere. It's weird but Sam told you to wait here. So you stayed right here for hours awkwardly standing with just a backpack. 

You're just excited to be working with him again. Since he joined the Avengers you've had hardly any time to hang out. Just the occasional text to let you know he's still alive. 

Knowing that Bucky will also be there makes you jittery. During the last few months, you have developed a crush on him. This puzzled you because you didn't know how to express your feelings plus, couldn't exactly identify what drew you to him. Bucky is coming to terms with his own traumas; finding peace within himself, and starting to live his own life on his terms. So expressing your feelings of love or at least intense attraction will be too much for him to handle and he may reject you. On top of that, his body language is hard to read. A brick wall that you have to keep chipping at. That is why you prefer to enjoy every moment with him. You remember every detail about him; you miss the sounds of his voice and the feeling of his presence when he is gone.  

“Y/N!" 

Jolted out of your daydream, Sam is waving his hands in the air.

"Sam!" You are nearly jumping out of your skin when you see Sam cross the terminal to get you.

"It's good to see you." Sam wraps you in a big bear hug. The kind of hug that makes you feel safe and loved. He hugs you with his whole body making the hug warm and snuggly too. 

"I've missed these hugs." Groaning you don't want it to end.

"Last chance to cash out. Are you sure you want to help? It's going to be dangerous."

Sam takes your backpack.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't see why you're being so secretive about needing my help. I've helped plenty of times with your projects." You bump into his arm on purpose. 

"This is different. Bucky's waiting with our current project. We need his help but he's a liability." Trying not to frown, he's not happy about the arrangement.

"Oh. So you think he might make a break for it?"

"Something like that." Sam leads you up the stairs and into a private jet. "Meet our-"

"Y/N? Long time no see." Zemo smiles, interrupting Sam.

You recognize this voice from anywhere. Keeping your composure, you struggle forcing yourself to keep a blank face. You slowly turn to look and glare daggers into him. Your body doesn't know whether to cry or throw up from this confusion.

"You know each other?" Sam questions pointing at Zemo.

"We've met. Briefly." You give a slight frown trying to remain neutral. You can physically feel the cold glare from Bucky. 

"Are you serious?" Surprised, Sam is having a hard time believing this.

"Unfortunately yes." Sighing you turn away from Zemo, making sure Sam has your full focus.

"I wouldn't say, unfortunately." Zemo chuckles.

"Quiet." Bucky growls.

"Is there any other bullshit I need to know besides this? How in the hell did he end up being with you?" Gesturing at Zemo. "Ain't he supposed to be underwater somewhere?"

"It's complicated. You can thank Bucky for that." Being childish Sam quickly points at Bucky.

Pinching the bridge of your nose. You quickly go over the pros and cons of just ditching them. But your loyalty to Sam and Bucky wins you over. This trip is going to be painful because either way Sam and Bucky are going to want to know how you know Zemo. 

"Let's get this over with." Sighing you take your backpack back and toss it to the side and buckle in. Making sure to keep your distance. 

God, you should have just stayed in bed.

~

What the fuck has happened? In a matter of hours the trio of untraceable got caught in their bullshit. Letting the whole island know of their presence. Beginning the reign of bounty hunters wanting their heads. And you are now part of that crossfire. Guess this is what Sam meant when he said it was going to be dangerous.

This wasn't the kind of bullshit you were expecting. This is way above your pay grade. But are you surprised? No. Should you be? Yes. Then to add to the bullshit. Sharon. Personally, you don't know her. The timing with her feels weird. But Sam seems excited? Happy? It's a weird situation. You feel jealous for some reason. Like she doesn't deserve his happiness but Sam is a happy person by nature.

Though Sharon brings the four of you to her place. Talking about this and that. Obviously trying to egg Sam and Bucky on about something. Bucky looks more pissed off than normal at the situation.

"I don't like her." Finally Sharon leaves and you can't help yourself.

"She did just save our lives." Sam sighs.

"So. That doesn't mean shit." Folding your arms, you're ready to list off all the reasons why. You can tell Sam is not liking your new attitude. Not that you can help it. Your nerves are shot and everyone is out to get them.

"Why? You don't know her." Sam groans.

"I don't know. Something just feels off about her. I can understand doing what you have to, to live here but it's not that. Feels like something worse."

"You should always go with your gut feeling." Zemo chimes in. The three of you just look at him.

"I'm going upstairs." Shaking your head you quickly disappear, trying to maintain distance from Zemo.

Watching you disappear Sam and Bucky surround Zemo before he can move.

"How do you know Y/N?" Sam stops him, a hand on his chest pushing Zemo back.

"Does it really matter to you?"

"Cut the crap. How?" Bucky snaps.

"Sorry gentleman. It is not my place to say." Zemo smugly grins.

Agreeing to go to Sharon's stupid party. You're perched in the corner, hiding your laugh behind a drink. You watch Zemo from a distance as he dances. That man still dances awkwardly. But you got to give him credit, he doesn't care if he's a bad dancer.

Speak of the devil. He's maneuvered his way through the crowd to your hiding spot.

"Care to dance?" 

"No." Frowning, it's hard avoiding his gaze.

"It's a party, you should relax." Turning on the charm Zemo slides I to the seat beside you. 

"You know I don't dance." Annoyed, you start swirling your drink. 

In bold, brash Zemo fashion he snatches your drink and takes a sip. "How can you keep an eye on me if you are over here and not on the dance floor?"

"I can see just fine from here." Snatching your drink back. 

"Are you sure?" 

Smug bastard.

Groaning you know he's right. It would be easy for him to duck out of sight while on the dance floor. Finishing your drink you gesture for him to lead the way. Weaving through the crowd he stops in the middle of the dance floor.

"Are you sure you don't want to dance? You are very noticeable just standing there."

Irked, you start to mimic some of his dancing moves. Unenthusiastically bouncing from foot to foot.

"See Y/N. Dancing is fun." An almost genuine smile appears.

"You're just trying to annoy Sam and Bucky." 

Zemo smirks, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer. An arm wraps around your waist, holding you close.

"The boys are getting suspicious. They asked how I knew you." He whispers in your ear before carefully spinning you in a circle.

"What?"

Before you can process what he said. Zemo is pulling you back in for another spin.

"Don't worry, too much frowning will cause wrinkles. I told them to ask you." 

"How considerate."

"I always am."

Scoffing it feels like nothing has changed between you two. You don't know what makes you angrier; the complete ease of being near him again or the lack of true hatred for him because of the crimes he has done.

Underneath it all, the moment makes you homesick for what you had and what could have been.

~

Finally getting some useful information. Sam and Bucky loosely agree on a plan. 

“Y/N you on lookout duty.” Sam orders.

“Okie dokie.” Saluting him you turn and head for higher ground with coverage.

Positioned atop a shipping container with binoculars. Scanning the area it seems quiet, too quiet. There's no one to be seen. Wouldn't even just a normal shipping yard have a few people roaming around? 

“Shit!” 

Out of nowhere there’s a fireball explosion off to the side. You can vaguely make out a masked man on top of a shipping container but through your binoculars you know that fucking fur collar coat anywhere. 

Damn it Zemo. You're going to strangle him before this mission is done. 

"Guys you have incoming and a fireball explosion." Radioing Sam and Bucky, you've lost sight of Zemo.

Making it to the ground you start running to the entrance. But you're intercepted by Zemo in a car. How did he have time to find a car?

"What the fuck was that?" You gesture at the fire still blazing high. 

"Don't worry about it Y/N. All part of the plan." Dismissing your question, he leans over to open the door.

“Part of the plan? Creating a giant explosion was part of the plan?”

“Yes. Now if you will get in the car we have to pick up Sam and James.” 

Against your better judgement you sit down in the front seat next to him. "Where did you steal the car from?"

"I found it. As they say finders keepers." Smirking, he gives a wink. 

"You're ridiculous, I hope you know that." With a scoff you close the door.

"You mean sophisticated and eccentric."

"Not what I would have chosen." Mumbling, you root through the glove box. Trying to find any indication of who this car really belongs to but that's a dead end. There's nothing in it. Meaning he’s already thought about that or there never was anything in it. 

"There they are!" Pointing up ahead you can see Sam and Bucky looking confused.

"Hello gentlemen. Do you need a ride?"

"Where did you get a car?" Both shouting in unison as Zemo puts the car in park.

"Don't ask." Rolling your eyes, you wave the question off before Zemo can speak. That's a conversation that doesn't need repeating."Just get in."

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One Night Chapter 9

This one took a bit longer to write as I just recently started a new job so I've been pretty busy. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading.

Word Count: 1271

Warnings: None I think

Author: Me @bookchic20

Masterlist

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  

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Later that night

 Putting the key into the motels room, Sam is just praying in his head that he doesn’t see anything that he doesn’t want to see. He let’s out a breath before opening the door a Crack and peaking in. Thanking every thing he could think of to think he was so glad to see them both clothed laying in bed.

You were both curled up together on the bed, your body backed up into his with his hand laid protectively on your stomach.  Smiling to himself glad that it looks like the two of you had made up, and that you had stopped being stubborn long enough to talk to him about everything that had happened. And he was even pretty excited to become an Uncle.

Earlier that night

Getting to the car Dean opens the door for you so you can get in, before heading over to the driver’s side.

“Are you gonna be like extra about all this now?” You ask him looking over at him with a questioning look.

“What do you mean?” He asks confused.

“The whole door opening thing.”

“OH…” he looks ahead as he starts the car before looking over at you. “Yeah, yeah I definitely am.” He chuckles as he pulls out of the parking lot heading towards the Waffle House.

Pulling into the Waffle House parking lot Dean put the car into park and jumps out to run around to the other side to open your door and hold his hand out for you.

“Dean.” You say rolling your eyes. “I can open my own doors, I’m not useless yet ya know.”

“Nobody said you were. I’m just being a good…person.” It almost sounds like he wanted to say something else instead of person but you don’t question him. “Ya know you did kind of avoid me for a couple months so I have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Ugh…” You roll your eyes at him as you take his hand to help you out of the car. “You’re never gonna let me live that down are you.”

“Probably not.” He says pulling you into his side as you walk up to the restaurant.

Opening the door for you,you head towards a booth and sit down and order. You both have a great dinner of waffles, bacon, and hashbrowns. Mostly sitting in a very comfortable silence. Just like the two of you used to, sure you would need to sit down and talk about all this eventually, but for now you were just going to enjoy yourself for the first time I months.

 A little bit later back at the motel

Yawning you walk back in to the motel with Dean’s hand on the low of your back. The awkwardness starting to build up as you both are thinking about actually laying down to sleep.

“Soooo…” You start. “Um…I’m gonna go ahead and get changed for bed okay?”

“Yeah okay…do you need help? I mean …I mean…um… I…I’ll be out here. Um…I will get the couch ready for Sam and I’ll sleep in this bed so you can have this one.” He blurts out quickly.

 “Dean...” You look down and then back up to him. “We can just share a bed so nobody has to sleep on the couch.”

“You sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”

“I’m fine with it if you are.”

“Hell yeah I am.” Dean coughs and clears his throat. “I mean yeah that’s fine.” He says with the biggest shit eating grin ever.

You smile at him as you head into the bathroom and yell through the door. “Keep your pants on Dean. We are just sleeping tonight.”

“What about tomorrow?” He yells through the door. He hears you laughing on the otherwise of the door as he starts to get ready for bed himself with a big smile on his face. Laying down he pulls the blankets down for you waiting on you.

Standing in the bathroom you look at yourself in the mirror as you get undressed. Your smile slowly fading from your face looking down at your stomach. Sure, you weren’t huge yet but still, this is the first time you’ve been this close with Dean in a long time.  And you were not feeling very confident in yourself. Sliding your hand over your stomach you sigh to yourself, you just had to remind yourself you were growing a life inside you, of course you were going to get a little big in the middle. Letting out a breath of air you hear a knock on the bathroom door.

 “(Y/N)? You okay in there?” Dean asks through the door. “You’ve been in there for a while.”

Standing in your underwear and bar you slowly open the door to see him standing there.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?” He asks before stepping closer to you.

“I…” wiping at your eyes you realize you had started to cry a bit without even noticing it. “I…don’t know.” You answer him, as you start to cry a little bit more.

 “Hey, hey, hey.” Dean says as he pulls you into his arms. “Its okay. I promise its all going to be okay. I’m here for you. We are going to figure this all out.”

 You just continue to sob in his arms as he scoops you up and takes you over to the bed. You squeeze your arms around him and hold onto him like you’re afraid to let go. Dean just continues you hold you tight, stroking your hair as he tries to calm you down.

 “Plus you know it wont just be me helping with all this.” Dean starts. “You have all kinds of people that have your back ya know? Like Sammy of course, he loves you like a sister, and Cas the crazy angel cares about you like well crazy. Then there’s Bobby, who thinks of you like a daughter and know this all makes sense as to why he was so mad at me about all this.”

You slow down your crying a little bit at that. “He…he wasn’t that mad was he?” You sniffle out.

 “Nah, he only wanted to kill me for the first few weeks that you were awol.” Dean says with a chuckle.  “But for real, you know that we are all here for you, no matter what.”

Releasing your grip on him, you lean back to look at him. Giving him a quick kiss on the lips you snuggle into his him. “Thank you.”

“Heh, its nothing. I just want to make sure your ok.” He says wiping the last of your tears from your face. “Now as much as I like this look you’ve got going on here we should probably get you into some clothes before Sammy gets back.”

“Heh yeah I should probably cover up a bit.” You say as you start to get up and head to your clothes you left in the bathroom.

 “But, you know when we get back to the bunker we can hang out in my room and you can wear what you got on now,” Dean says as he lays back on his pillows arms behind his head. “Or ya know less if ya wanted.” He smiles as you slip your bra off and throw it at him before pulling a night shirt and some shorts on.

 Slipping into the bed with Dean you get comfy as he pulls you closer to him his hand resting protectively on your stomach. You quickly fall asleep feeling safer than you ever had before.

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One Night Chapter 8

Hope Y’all enjoy this chapter I had fun writing the cute bits.

Word Count: 1159

Warnings: None I think

Author: me @bookchic20

Masterlist

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  

as always credit to gif owner

“Yes, you’re the father.” You say nodding, looking Dean in the eyes waiting to see his reaction. Waiting, Waiting for disgust, for anger, for repulsion, for so many negative things. But it never came, Dean looked…relieved, and…. happy. You were so confused you thought he would hate you, wouldn’t want anything to do with you ever again. But he looked more calm and serene than you have ever seen him.

 “Mine….no…ours.” He whispers, a smile taking over his face before he slides off the bed to kneel in front of you. His hands go to hover over your stomach, he looks up at you almost begging for permission to touch.

 You nod to him, and he very slowly set his hands on either side of your stomach. So gently as if you would be broken by the smallest movement.  He slowly pushed your flannel to the side and slowly slips your tank top up a little so he can see your little bump. Smiling he leans down and places a short kiss to the small bump. Looking up at you he meets your eyes and reaches one hand up to caress your cheek.

“Why did you leave?” He looks at you with such care and concern. “We…I…I was so worried about you. I…I thought that you were….” Dean sighs, sliding his hands off of you and resting them on his knees for a brief moment before standing up with a deep breath. “I was worried that you didn’t want any of that to have happened.”

 “Dean,” You reach out to take his hand. “I wanted that for so long.”

 “Then why? Why did you leave?” He asks squeezing your hand.

 “I was so afraid…” You start, pulling him closer to you with his hand. “So afraid that you would wake up and just laugh it all off as a drunken mistake. And then when I found out I was pregnant I was even more worried. I know that hunters aren’t supposed to get a happy ending. We don’t get to live the white picket fence life. But…I…I want to raise this baby, but I still want to help people too.”

 Dean sits down on the bed next to you still holding your hand.  “I’m sorry if I ever gave you any indication that I would laugh all this off as a mistake. I have wanted this for as long as I’ve known you. And as far as a kid,” He rubs a hand down his face. “Sure, I never really thought about having a kid, and I don’t know if I’ll be any good at being a dad but with you, I’m willing to try.”

 “Really?” You question looking down. “You mean it? You’re not mad at me?”

 “I won’t lie to you I was pretty upset when you left, but I was never mad. I could never be mad at you.” Dean grabs your chin in his hand and lifts it just a bit to look into your eyes. “I love you.” He practically whispers before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss.

You lean into the kiss and slip a hand up his neck and into his hair. Slowly pulling away from him you lean your forehead against his, and smile. “I thought you didn’t do chick flick moments.” You chuckle, he rolls his eyes at you. “I love you too Dean.”

 “Well, we don’t have to tell anyone about the chick flick moment now do we.” He says leaning in to kiss you again.

   At the Bar

 “Do you think we should have followed them out?” Cas asks.

“Nah I’m sure they’re fine.” Sam answers as he takes another drink of his beer. An awkward silence between the two of them.

“…Should I not have said that she was with child. I figured it was common knowledge.” Cas asks concerned.

“Cas…” Sam sighs. “It’s alright. Personally, I’m glad you said something. I noticed she was pregnant when we first came up here for the job, when she hugged me, I could tell. But I didn’t know when she would tell Dean or if she even would before she had the kid.”

“Ah I see you were worried that she wouldn’t admit that it was his?”

“Sort of. She was just so worried he would be mad at her.” Sam wipes a hand down his face. “Those two are both so stubborn, its like they were made for each other. And Dean would have never been mad at her, he’s had a thing for her since we were young. Ever since Bobby took her in when she was sixteen.” He takes another sip and lets out another sigh. “And Dean loves kids so he will be a great dad and he cares for (Y/N) like crazy, so as long as they are honest with each other they should be fine.

 “Hmm…you know you could be right.” Cas responds.

“I know I am, those two are stubborn.”

“Oh no not about that about them being made for each other.”

“What do you mean?” Sam looks at Cas funny. “You mean like soulmate or something.”

“Precisely. Some people are actually made in pairs. Not all of you humans are, but some of them are.”

“Really soulmates are a thing?” Sam looks at him shocked. “I guess nothing should surprise me anymore, but it sounds like a good thing right? And we don’t normally hear about good things.”

-Back at the motel-

Standing up Dean smiles down at you. “C’mon.” He holds his hand out to you.

“Where are we going?” You ask taking his hand as he pulls you up.

“I know you always like to get something to eat after a hunt and we passed a Waffle house on the way in, and you can get those chocolate chip waffles you love there.”

“Just like that?” You ask.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks, swiping a hair behind your ear.

“I…well…” You start.

“Hey, we said we were gonna be honest with each other, right?”

“Right, its just, After I ran away, and you just found all this out about you going to be a father and whatnot. And you’re fine with all of it? You just want to go on like nothing changed?”

“No.” Dean says causing you to look alarmed at his quick answer. “Now don’t take that wrong. I don’t want to go along like nothings changed, because things have changed. You are back and carrying our child. That does change things, plus I finally told you I love you that makes a big change. A good change, and I am happier than I ever thought I could be.” Dean looks at you lovingly.

“I love you!” You say before embracing him tightly.

Dean hugs you back and places a kiss on the top of your head. “C’mon sweetheart, lets go get you those waffles.” He says as you both head out to the car.

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