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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years ago

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Max hates makeup. Okay, hate is a strong word, but she's young and her stepfather (she'll be damned if she ever calls him Dad) has it in his head that every girl loves that gooey shit.

She puts on a fake smile as she opens up her Christmas present; another makeup kit. Her mother won't let her throw the growing mound of kits in her closet away for some reason. Marrying Neil changed her. Max can't quite put a finger on it, but Susan is different.

Speaking of acting different...

She feels the burn of her step-brother's intense glare searing holes into the back of her head, and whips her head around to glare right back.

It's then when she realizes that while she's still halfway through unwrapping gifts, there isn't a single one with Billy's name on it.

He huffs, pushing back his chair. "This has all been fun. Can I go now?"

Neil moves like lightning, grabbing Billy by the wrist and squeezing until he sits back down. "You will sit until your sister is done opening her gifts."

Susan looks away, eying Max as though she should do the same.

Billy mutters something under his breath.

Neil narrows his eyes in suspicion. "What was that?"

"She's not my sister." The way Billy says it holds none of the heat Max is used to. He sounds... resigned. Almost afraid.

One thing she could always count on was Billy not being scared of anything. To hear a slight tremble in his voice only makes Max grip her new skateboard tighter.

Neil slaps Billy in the face, and he just sits there, stock still.

Max suddenly wants to grip the asshole's neck until he chokes.

"Neil..." Susan starts.

Good. Mom'll speak up, right?

"It's Christmas."

Neil slaps Billy again, harder.

Billy's eyes never leave the meaty finger in his face, his bulky form shrinking before Max's eyes. He's never looked so small. So helpless.

"Did you hear your mother? You're ruining Christmas morning. Can't go one day without a screw up, isn't that right, Billy?"

Max's breath catches in her throat, her stomach lurching. Neil's words are eerily similar to what she's yelled at Billy before.

I'm gonna be sick.

Billy stares blankly at him.

Neil slams his fists on the table, spilling the orange juice all over the breakfast Billy woke up at the crack of dawn to fix.

Come to think of it, Max wasn't sure he got a wink of sleep. Yesterday he had been sent to take Max so they could pick out a tree. Susan and Neil went along for once, but they let Billy carry the tree to the car. When Max offered to help, Neil shot her down, saying it was "a boy's job".

Billy never got to voice his opinion on the tree.

"ISN'T THAT RIGHT!" Neil bellows in his face.

Susan jumps, otherwise making no movements to diffuse the situation. She refuses to look at Billy, who's sad, dead blue eyes seem to be screaming "look at me! help me!"

"Yes, sir," he replies solemnly.

Neil nods, satisfied, and starts humming "American Pie" as he turns his back on his son.

Max's dad never hit her. Did Neil hit Susan, too?

"Aren't you going to unwrap the rest of your presents, Maxine?"

Max grits her teeth into another phony smile and nods, practically vibrating with rage. She rips the holiday themed paper off each item, pretending she's ripping off Neil's flesh instead.

The sooner she finishes, the sooner Billy can go to his room, and she'll be able to breathe normally again.

******

She doesn't talk to him at all throughout the rest of the day. For once, she actually wants to talk to him. But what should she say? What does anyone say?

He avoids her like the plague, and she can't blame him.

Max can't even look at Susan when she passes her on the way to her bedroom after brushing her teeth.

Why didn't you do anything?

How long has it been going on?

How could I have missed this?

She prided herself on noticing everything. They live in the same house for fuck's sake!

She pops her head in his room, and she sees something odd; Billy's puckering his lips, putting on... cherry red lipstick. Eyelash curlers are on his vanity, too, right by his hairbrush.

He wheels around and he drops it as though burned. "Dont you fucking say anything, Maxine, I swear to God-"

"I won't, I promise," she says quietly, closing the door a little. "Do you... like makeup?"

He turns white with fear. "Fuck off, Shitbird." He points a warning finger in her direction, but she isn't scared.

Now she knows two secrets about her brother. He's not so bad. Nothing like his father.

"Good night, Billy." She doesn't have the heart to curse back at him. She does, however, skip the rest of the way to her room, grinning as an idea comes to mind.

*****

Billy knocks on her door, and she looks up from her comic book. Her smile falters when she sees the ruffled collar and purple bruise on his cheek.

"They left for dinner a few minutes ago. If you want to slip out, just... make sure to come back before midnight," he says hoarsely.

"I'm not gonna go anywhere, doofus."

Does he hit you when I sneak off?

"Whatever."

Max waits until he closes the door so she can put her plan into motion. She opens her closet, and the make up kits come tumbling out.

"You okay?"

"I'm good!" she hollers back.

Shes not sure what Billy's favorite colors are, or anything really. Hopefully this will change that.

She wraps a kit including eyelash curlers in red wrapping paper as well as black, pink and blue nail polish to match the eyeshadow. Taking the four presents in her arms, she goes to Billys door, and taps twice.

"You want something to eat?" he asks gruffly.

"Yes- I mean- no." This isn't the Billy she knows. A stranger is in her house, and it's painfully awkward.

"Make up your mind, then."

"These are for you." She holds out the packages, and he blinks at her. "For fucks sake, they're not bombs!"

"Wouldnt put it past you," he grumbles.

"I... don't hate you. Merry Christmas."

He blinks again, then he breaks out of his stupor, snorting. "Did you get me coal?"

"Nope." She taps her foot impatiently, biting her lip.

"Jeez, would you quit that?" He starts gently tearing the paper off, and his mouth forms a small O.

"You wear a lot of blue, and I noticed your curlers looked shitty, so-"

Billy sniffles, furiously wiping his nose with his sleeve, eyes cartoonishly wide as they take in the gifts with childish wonder.

Max nods, and closes the door on her way out, so he can have some privacy.

She'll tell him when they come back. He's looked after her in his strange way, and now it's her turn.

He knocks on her door two minutes later mumbling something about pizza and a movie, his version of thank you. Max finds she doesn't mind that much.

Tomorrow, she'll be carrying out plan B: tell Hopper what really goes on in the Hargrove Mayfield house.

For now, she's going to take advantage of watching Die Hard and eating pizza on the couch. The company isn't so bad, either.

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qyllenhaal · 3 years ago

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American Pie

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: The Summer heat gets to everyone, including Sheriff Lee Bodecker who is looking to stir up with his favorite girl.

Warnings: 18+ only!!! DubCon (!!!), Dark themes, age gap (reader is early 20s), infidelity, alcohol abuse, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, spanking.

A/N: I didn’t expect to finish this in one night, but I did! I may have missed a few things to include in the warnings but I believe I got all the major ones. Enjoy!

Hot weather makes people feel more rowdy, like they can do anything just because the temperature is rising and the sun is out for longer. When the number of troublemakers at the bar goes up, so does the number of visits from the police.

Someone was always anonymously calling the police because someone at Tecumseh Lounge was stirring up some shit. They rarely came and when they did they did nothing. The deputy they dispatched would just write down a few things in a notepad and leave. No one ever truly got in trouble and that's because the Sheriff is rumored to be "in'' with the owner.

The rumors are true but the nice ladies and gentlemen from the nicer parts of the county will never see it for themselves. Tecumseh is rough, and nasty. There were more vices here than just alcohol, and most of it was done under the table.

Y/n was crazy to take this job as a bartender at Tecumseh. She didn't know that a hidden prospective for the job was fucking the patrons. One of the other girls working here did it, and so did Sandy despite her brother being the sheriff. Y/n was not interested in the advances pressed on her by the men. They were either married or been fucking "ladies of the night" for years and probably have something. No one who frequented a place like Tecumseh wasn't someone Y/n wanted to go home with. Yet she let Sandy's brother talk to her in any kind of way.

For someone who was the sheriff, Lee Bodecker was here a lot and it wasn't because the drinks were good. Sometimes his sister served him while he interrogated her about her husband Carl. Y/n had seen Carl a few times and she found him to be sleazy. Poor Sandy was stuck working behind the bar while Carl flirted with a younger girl just a few feet away from her. But Sandy would also take some patrons out to the back and get fucked when her shift ended. It seems like an even deal, but the difference is Carl looks happy doing it and Sandy always comes back looking a mess, and not in a good way.

Y/n has been applying for a waitressing job closer to her house. She wants out of this place yet whenever she says Tecumseh is her current place of work, her application gets thrown out. Her aunt got her the job and she wished to god that woman never did. She should've gone and worked at someone's farm doing hard labor instead of accepting the offer to work. She was talked to like she was a whore and there was nothing to do about it because her boss did the same thing.

Friday night shifts are the hardest for her. The men drink harder because they don't work weekends. The influence of alcohol made them relentless when talking to Y/n. They made what they believed were compliments about her body and proclaimed how they wanted to fuck her. She just had to press a smile because the more they found her fuckable the more they tipped her. The low-cut top she wore was not coincidental. While she didn't fuck patrons for 20 dollars, she did put out for their attention.

Not even 30 minutes before her shift and a fight breaks out. She has to call the police because the fight between two men turned into a fight of three, four, and then five. No one looked interested in breaking up the fight, just watching with glib smiles and jovial laughs. This was the kind of entertainment they came for, but it was a pain to deal with as a barmaid.

Police sirens and the lights made some patrons, including two of the people involved in the fight, went running out through another exit. Their fears were pointless since it was rare for anyone to get arrested here.

"Alright break it up," Deputy Brooks' voice boomed.

Whenever an officer was called to come down to Tecumseh Lounge, it was only three policemen who showed up: Deputy Brooks, Deputy McConnell, and the sheriff. They must've worked out some kind of deal with her boss because they come in, don't do shit about the reason they were called for, and they never failed to ask for a drink before leaving. Tonight is no different; they just break up the fight and tell the men to leave but they never force perpetrators to leave.

The fight dissipated a few minutes after the deputies showed up and the patrons grumbled because the fun was over. The two deputies looked around the place to give off the appearance of holding authority then they made their way over to the bar.

"One of your coldest beers," Deputy Brooks didn't greet Y/n nor was he polite. He just demanded what he wanted.

"No free drinks." She tries to keep her tone of voice strong. She is not afraid of these two men who only feel powerful because they have a badge on them. Deputy McConnell was only a few years older than her and she remembers when he was a scrawny kid who got picked on even as a senior in high school.

"We just broke up a fight at your fine establishment. The least you can do is give us a beer," Brooks rebuttal.

There was no arguing so Y/n sighed and went to grab two beers for the men so they could just get out of her sight.

"I need two beers. Not just one," McConnell interjected. Y/n didn't like how they drank on the job, especially since they were going to be driving so late at night.

But Y/n obliges just to get them out of her face. She hates the smug look on Deputy Brooks face as he grabs his beer and walks out with the other deputy behind him.

The rest of the night is Jenny's problem because Y/n was clocking out immediately. She smelled like cigarettes and just wanted to wash the layer of sweat off of her body. All the money her boss accrues from shady dealings, he was too cheap to install an air conditioner. People get angry and agitated when it's so hot out. Even at night the air feels sticky and falls just to the low 80s.

She headed out the back to avoid the incoming patrons. She is fair game to some people now that she is single.

Out back she can hear three unmistakable voices. Deputy Brooks and McConnell were standing by their car that was parked right next to the nice, clean sheriff's car. Y/n is not in the mood to deal with the two dickheads and their boss sheriff dickhead, but she knows they are going to say something to her as she walks back.

"Well if it isn't my pretty, pretty Cherry."

Lee Bodecker's voice punctuated the night air, making even the humid atmosphere feel cold.

Y/n stops in her tracks, knowing that she cannot avoid this without causing trouble for herself.

"Don't call me that."

"You sure like the name last week when I had my head between those thighs. 'Lee...oh Lee!" He imitated her voice which made his deputies laugh. Lee has a beer in his hand, reminding Y/n that McConnell asked for two back at the bar. She should've known it was for Lee.

She was embarrassed by him talking about their time together in front of his subordinates. Lee is married and Y/n is turned off by men with gold bands on their ring finger who try to take her home after her shift ends. However they have fucked on multiple occasions, making him the only patron she has given into. He was mean, but authoritative. Y/n couldn't help herself and she sometimes let the sheriff rough her up in the back of his car.

"I'm only messing with you sweetheart. You don't gotta stand there lookin like you saw a ghost."

Y/n feels humiliated but Lee doesn't seem to care. Lee gets off on seeing her squirm, on seeing her be degraded. She's not a whore like the other woman who works here and his sister, but he fucks her like she is. He has something many of the men inside the dingy joint wanted. Y/n isn't easy, which rare for a female Tecumseh worker.

"I'm just wonderin if you seen my Sandy," he made an attempt to change the subject.

"She's your sister Lee."

The truth is Y/n hasn't seen Sandy in a week. She said something about her and Carl taking a trip but she didn't say for how long. Y/n is not too fond of Sandy to pry into her life. She feels bad for her though. She always comes into work with dingy hair and not to mention the amount of weight she has lost which makes her face look gaunt.

"You better address me as ‘sheriff’ girl. You have no manners. You weren't even going to say hello to the men who keep you safe."

Lee did nothing to make her feel safe. He made Y/n feel on edge when he was around but downright euphoric when she was in the throes of passing in the back of his car. He was just using her to get his rocks off and he only went after her because he wanted someone "fresh" for him. He doesn't respect her or care for her.

"Shouldn't you three be patrolling? Looking for crime?"

"Don't catch an attitude, Y/n. It's none of your business what we do. Besides, all the crime is in that building you just came out of."

"You guys never do shit. All you do sheriff is come and collect money from Leroy-"

"Watch your fucking mouth."

Y/n is not sure why she's still here trying to bump heads with him. She will never win, especially when he is the authority around here. No one challenged Lee because they were scared to death of him. He's a shady sheriff but he's feared.

"I'm leaving," Y/n sighed. She tried to walk away but Lee stood up from leaning on his car and grabbed her arm

"Uh-uh," he shook his head at her as the grip on her arm tightened. She looked up at him with fear in her arms and he felt his cock getting hard "You don't get to leave until I tell you too. I think you owe me for last week anyway, cherry."

"Please...just let me go," she tried to plead. She tried to plea to the man who she's been fucking, hoping that his attachment to her would make him be kinder to her.

"You need your ass to be put in place. I thought I did that a few weeks ago when I spanked your ass until you cried, but you're still as defiant as ever. You'll never fucking learn."

Lee dragged her back to his car and bent her over the hood. He placed her arms behind her back and cuffed her. He wasn't going to arrest her but making her believe he was sure was fun to him.

She can see both of the deputies watching her. Her face was planted against the top of his car as he held her down. Lee pulls her dress over her ass and she feels so exposed.

"Those panties look damp to me. What do y'all think?"

Y/n hears the deputies chattering lowly amongst themselves, probably afraid to say something obscene about the woman the sheriff is hooking up with.

"How many men seen you like this before? Who you let fuck you today?"

"No one sheriff."

"That's right. That pussy is mine."

His rough hand caresses her ass. He wants to spank her for talking back to him in front of the two younger officers. She was trying to embarrass him which called for a punishment.

"You better count 'em or I'll start over."

Y/n just groaned in anticipation of the first blow to her ass. She hates how Lee takes his time and she wishes he would just get it over with. Her heart is racing as Lee gets a firm grip on her hair.

"Bad little girls get their asses spanked. Don't think just because you're not peddling your cunt that you're not a whore," he threatened with anger.

Her panties were ripped off with rage and she was truly exposed. The warm, summer breeze ghosted across her cunt but it made her shiver. She can already feel the heaviness of her hand on her ass before it even comes down. The first smack was so loud that it pierced the dark night's air. Her cry was even louder.

"One," she says breathlessly. Her eyes close so she doesn't have to look at the two men staring at her with wide eyes and tents in their pants.

Lee believes pain is the best discipline for a girl like Y/n. He would never do this to his wife, but he also doesn't fuck his wife like he fucks Y/n. She was a tough thing to crack but she rides him into the night until his car is shaking and he's cumming into a condom.

"You can count louder than that, cherry."

He was mocking her only because they had an audience. The belittling and having her body exposed was humiliating. But that first slap of her ass sent all the blood in her body rushing to pussy.

Lee smacked her ass again and again and each time she pathetically sobbed out the number of hits her ass has received so far. Her skin felt hot and it wasn't because of the temperature. She wanted to cry so bad but she kept it. She has never cried in front of Lee and she isn't going to start now; no matter how painful his brutality is.

"Look how fucking wet she is from getting her ass whooped."

Y/n heard the shuffling of the deputies and there was not doubt they were looking at her glistening sex. She felt like she was dripping and she wanted to press her thighs together so bad to hide herself. That would only make things worse for her and the last thing she needs is a harsher punishment.

"Learned your lesson, cherry?"

She nods, her eyes still closed.

"Good girl."

The sound of Lee's belt coming undone makes her stick her ass higher into the air. She's been trained like a dog who wants a treat to behave this way. A sense of shame consumes her as she acts so shamelessly.

"My good little bitch," he coos. He pulls himself out and lines up the head with her wet slit. "I don't have a condom on me sweetheart. I finally get to feel that pussy of yours."

He was lying. He always kept a pack of condoms in the glove compartment of his patrol car because he couldn't bring them into his home. Plus having them in there would always leave him ready to fuck Y/n. He did not like the feeling of condoms but he can't knock her up when next year is an election year. Having a bastard child with a barmaid from Tecumseh would fuck everything up and send his efforts down the drain.

"Lee no! You have to use a condom."

"I don't have to do anything."

She's stupid to think he would listen to her. She is completely powerless and can only operate to his whims.

"Then please pull out...please," she whispers in defeat. The laugh he lets out tells her that she doesn't get a say in this at all.

Lee pushes on her back with one hand and the other is holding onto her hip. He finally sinks into her and he is in paradise.

"You expect me to pull out when your cunt is this warm and tight? No fucking chance darlin'"

He starts to fuck into her, each thrust earning him a pathetic moan. She feels so good wrapped around him and he vows to never wear condoms with her again. She's the tightest thing he's had in years and he has to go slowly to brace himself or else he is gonna cum. This position gave him so much access to her cunt and he pushed in as deep as he could. His bare head was kissing her cervix over and over again. His thighs slapped against her bare ass and the noise reverberated into the night.

The deputies just stood there; eyes wide with shock but lust filling their veins. They never took Lee as a cheater yet he fucked Y/n he knew her body so well.

Tears slip down her face, but they aren't from sadness or anger. She's overwhelmed by the pleasure Lee is giving her that she can almost forget that they have an audience.

Lee lifted her head off of the hood of the car. She could see them in the reflection. She looked a mess while Lee looked like he was in heaven in her bare cunt.

"You wanna tell them how you never had a man in your ass until I fucked you? Begged for it like a whore?"

His voice has some much grit in it and Y/n wondered where this new fire in him came from. Lee was rough with her but never has he pounded into her like she was just a toy. Most would be surprised to know that Lee can be a gentle lover that had a primal urge to be inside of Y/n. She wondered if he was like that with his wife, but according to him she was just a "wet blanket." Y/n does not know whether or not to believe him because it's not uncommon for men to disparage their wives to women they're having sex with on the side.

"Gonna cum Lee," she cried.

He felt her tighten around him and he was about to cum too. He was going to cum inside of her.

"Show 'em how you cum for me. Let 'em see that pretty face of yours."

Lee pounded into her until she was crying out. Her orgasm wrecked her body and the only thing on her mind was Lee and his cock. If she was asked to speak right now it would just be babble. He fucked her stupid and he's not going to stop until he spills inside of her.

A few more hard, rough thrusts and Y/n feels Lee spill inside of her. She sighs at the blissful sensation. His grip on her loosens, a symptom of the exhaustion that starts to set in. His cock begins to soften inside of her but the two of them are still panting from what they just did.

"Go on. Go home," he slaps her ass one last time just to tease her. His eyes are trained on the sight of his cum oozing out of her and he never wants to look at anything else. But he has a shift to get back to

Y/n reluctantly stands up, her dress falling over her ass to cover her up. She can feel his cum running down her thigh but she's too embarrassed to clean herself up in front of these mean. She accidentally catches Deputy McConnell's eyes before she scurries off to her car. She hears a laugh and then a few more joining in. She's sure Lee is bragging to them about her always being willing to fuck him. She just hopes he doesn't tell them everything they have done together.

Lee had been silent for more than a week now. No calls, no visits to the bar, and even his patrol car hadn't ridden down her street. Y/n felt insecure about his absence; like he thought she was an easy slut like the rest of the barmaids. He knows she isn't willing to fuck anybody, but she was not sure if he believed her when she said it.

The days moved so slowly as she watched the door hoping he would come in one late night. She even hoped for a fight but suddenly no one had the energy anymore for a melee.

Y/n was working a late shift tonight. She'd cover the bar from 12 until last call. It was her day off but she had to fill in for some girl at the last minute. If it had been the weekend she would've said no, but it's a Tuesday night which means it would be an easy night of minimal work.

Y/n was wiping down glasses not five minutes after she clocked in and she heard the shrill voice of her co-worker Sydney.

"I'm not dealing with him. Last time I tried to cut him off he threatened to arrest me! I don't know where Sandy is but she needs to be the one here to deal with her brother."

Y/n's ears perked up. She didn't notice Lee in the room when she walked in. The room was dim and it was not always easy to make out customers, especially if they were far away.

"What's going on?"

Y/n walked over to where Cindy's voice was coming from and she was talking to their boss Leroy.

"Sheriff is drunk off his ass and I'm supposed to deal with him. My shift ended five minutes ago and once I'm off the clock then anything that happens in this place is none of my concern!" She said with contempt.

"You work for me. You don't get to decide what you will and will not do at my bar!"

As much as Y/n wanted to avoid a tiff between her co-worker and boss, she wanted to talk to Lee even more.

"I'll take care of it."

Leroy didn't care either way. As long as he didn't have to deal with Lee who was pissed off at him about something. Lee often complained that her boss was a "useless fucker." Leroy walked away from the two and Cindy gave Y/n a small smile.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem. I'll see you tomorrow Cindy," Y/n called to the blonde who was already peeling out of the place. She doesn't think Cindy likes her all that much but she was at least courteous to Y/n.

The bar was dead enough for Y/n's other co-worker to cover while she went to deal with Lee.

He was at a table in one of the corners of the bar; slumped over in his chair and too intoxicated to speak in complete sentences. There was no way he could properly function or drive home. She had a choice to make whether to leave Lee like this or take him home. She had just gotten to work, but the night was nothing that her co-worker couldn't handle. If Leroy threw a fit and tried to fire her she could just get Lee to threaten him.

He was so heavy as he leaned on her to walk to her car. Y/n loathes this man yet she does so many caring things for him that it makes her stomach hurt. She gets nothing out of this exchange yet she continues to go back with him.

She placed him in the passenger seat of her car and he just mumbled to himself the entire ride to her apartment. She was thankful to be on the first floor because it would be a hazard to try to get Lee to walk up some stairs like this. She helped him sit on her raggedy couch. He looked like he was going to vomit.

"How many drinks did you have?" She began her interrogation on him, but she doubts she will get a coherent answer tonight.

"Just one."

As he spoke he reached into his pocket to show her the "one" bottle that he drank from tonight. A few candy wrappers fell out of his pocket when he pulled the bottle out. They were jolly ranchers wrappers which was the kind she bought to share with him.

"What happened? Why did you get so fucked up? I need to get you home Lee."

Y/n was in panic mode. There was no way she could take Lee home but she didn't know how to deal with him like this. He had been tipsy around her before, sure, but she has never seen him this drunk.

"No, no...don't wanna go back. Just let me sleep it off," he slurred. He haphazardly kicked his shoes off and pulled his jacket off so he could get comfortable on her couch. He's going to wake up with a sore back if he sleeps on that thing.

"You can't get drunk like this ever again. And you also can't stay the night here ever again. Your wife is going to find out one day

He just groaned and turned away from her on the couch. She just sighed in defeat. She will deal with him in the morning.

She feels the bed around 3 am. She could not sleep after leaving Lee in a state like that on her couch and she has been up ever since. Y/n was so tired but her body was not agreeing with sleep at the moment. Heavy arms wrapped around her as she held her breath.

"You smell so good, Florence. Just like roses."

"Lee, it's me." She waited for him to respond, afraid that he would get upset or angry with her for no good reason. Her ego was a little hurt after he mistook her for his wife.

"I'm just jokin' with you cherry." Even though he was suffering from a hangover, he still has the capacity to tease her.

Y/n turned around to face him but he had his eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. She can't deny how handsome he looks, especially with his full cheeks.

"Why did you get that drunk last night?"

"I'm a grown man."

"You weren't acting like it last night. You were like a defiant child," her voice began to rise in volume and Lee winced.

"Don't yell, please. You can be mad at me all you want but please don't yell. I've got a headache that's going to last for days."

"It's what you deserve."

Lee finally opened his eyes just so he could see that pouty look on her face. Y/n called him a defiant child, but she was one to talk. She was always acting like a brat around him.

"You don't mean that girl. If you did, you would've left me at Tecumseh. You care about me."

"Lee-"

"Just admit it. You care."

"Lee, you are married."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

This was the uncomfortable conversation Y/n wanted to have. It was always shot down by Lee. He had no problem fucking her, but talking about where they stand or his cheating was always a problem.

"Cherry, I wish you'd just let things be as they are. Wish you would always be a good girl like you are in the back of my cruiser."

"I don't want to be your mistress Lee. If we keep doing this then we're going to get caught and your wife will leave you. Then what?"

"I'll move you in and put a ringer on your finger. Maybe give you a few kids too," he chuckled.

Y/n couldn't bring herself to find joy in his comments. She has some underlying feelings for him and he's right, she does care. But her conscience can't stop thinking about the fact that he has a wife. The only time she forgets is when his dick is inside of her.

"I'm a whore, remember?"

"Just because I fucked you like one in front of my deputies doesn't mean you are one," his hand rested on her hot cheek and he stroked it with his thumb, "you're my cherry girl. The only person I love being inside of. You act like you hate me but you're always wet for me; I bet you're wet right now. I love what we have and I don't want it to end."

She has no more to say to him. She just sighs and closes her eyes. Lee can practically see the wheels turning in her head. While he saw this as a very simple situation, she viewed it as more complex and always seemed to look for ways to make it complicated for the two to just enjoy it for what it is. Y/n is young and Lee is sure she is not ready to settle down yet. They're just having some fun. And if they do in fact get caught and his wife leaves him, then his cherry would make one hell of a wife.

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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Behind the Words

masterlist

pairing - remus lupin x fem!reader

type - fluff, lil angst

note - basically i got this idea after writing a non context ship from my old celebration post hehe, and i loved it so much so i decided to write an official imagine!

summary - after finding your diary, remus discovers you’re in love with him. will he exchange the feelings?

warnings / includes - language, little suggestive (if you squint) lil fighting, lil crying, remus being a nosey fuck for no reason, you two are one year apart, cute ending :)

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“Godrick Gryffindor! This place is a mess!” Remus exclaimed as he walked into the boy’s dormitory.

You, James, and Sirius looked up at Remus, eyes wide and totally clueless. But as you three looked around the bedroom, little, sheepish smiles appeared on each of your faces.

“Sorry, Rem. We’ll clean it u—”

“Actually,” Sirius interrupted. “I have a Potions essay to write.” He scrambled up off of the floor, grabbing his book bag and stuffing the left over candy he had and into his pants pocket.

“Y-Yeah, me, too,” James chuckled. He got up, swinging his book bag over his shoulder and fleeing to the door.

The two zipped out of the dormitory and down the stairs, dust clouds following them like a cartoon. Remus chuckled incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Ah, boys, am I right?” He sighed.

You laughed helplessly with him, feeling a tad bit awkward.

“S’alright. The mess is only just on my side of the room,” he rolled his eyes.

“M’sorry, Remus. I’ll help you clean up, I promise,” you sat up on his bed.

Remus turned his head to you, eyes widening as you were sitting on the heels of your feet, your skirt riding up your thighs. He tore his eyes away from your exposed skin, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable than you already seemed.

“Uh, it’s alright, really. I’m sure you have a test to study for, too. Or an essay to—”

“No!” You exclaimed, getting up off the bed immediately and appearing right in front of him.

His eyes widened as he stared down at you, his eyes gazing down upon your lips as they were pulled into a small apologetic, but eager pout.

“Sorry, I um… Just feel bad,” you rubbed the back of your neck, looking down at your shoes.

Remus shook his head, a small smile resting on his face as he put his hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “No worries. You don’t have to help, but if you insist, be my guest.”

You looked up at him, eyes shining bright as a wide smile spread on your lips. Remus’s heart did a little pitter-patter at the sight, his own smile getting wider without him even realizing.

“Alright!” You nodded, moving away to clean up your own mess before anything else.

Remus mirrored your actions, going to clean up the biggest mess in the room, which he definitely could tell it was Sirius’s. As you threw trash away, you pulled out your wand, muttering a spell so the record player your father had got you started to play. Remus looked at you, not being able to fight off a grin as he saw you dancing to the music. He tried to, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“So bye-bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry,” you hummed.

“You’re a good singer,” Remus spoke up.

You clamped your mouth shut, heat crawling up your cheeks. You kept your back to him, afraid he would see the beads of sweat that were running down your forehead.

“T-Thank you.”

“Of course,” he hummed.

You let yourself smile widely, tying the trash bag and throwing it in the bin by James’s bed. You let the song finish before speaking again, wanting to try and make small talk.

“So, are you excited to graduate?” You asked.

“I am. How is sixth year going? Ready for your N.E.W.Ts?” Remus asked.

“I think. I mean, I know I still have another year, but I’m a little scared about Herbology. I only got an A from my O.W.Ls and I need it to go well next year if I want to become a healer,” you sighed.

“An A is still a passing grade. There’s a reason why you were placed Herbology again. You’re a fantastic student, Y/n. If you ever need help, though, just write me a letter and I’ll help you the best I can,” Remus offered.

You looked back at him, smiling appreciatively as you saw he had already been looking at you.

“Thank you, Remus. I probably will be writing to you some, so be ready,” you chuckled.

“Will do,” Remus laughed with you.

“What do you want to be again?” You changed the subject.

“Auror,” he replied with a proud smile.

“Very nice. It’d definitely suit you,” you said.

“Thank you. I think so, too. I’m just worried I won’t get it,” he frowned, turning back to making Sirius’s bed.

“What are you worried about? You’re very qualified, if not the most qualified person to get the job.”

“Oh, it’s just… self doubt,” he shrugged, not wanting to reveal his little secret to you.

You noticed he was holding something back, but didn’t push. “Well, take some pride in yourself. You’re a fantastic student, too.”

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“Of course,” you smiled. You fluffed up Remus’s pillows, letting out a tired sigh. You felt your bladder beginning to tingle and you finished making the bed before letting Remus know you were leaving for a few moments.

“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back,” you notified.

“S’alright,” Remus nodded.

You picked up your book bag up from the floor and swung it onto the bedpost. As you walked away, something fell out of your bag and you failed to notice. Remus didn’t notice until he heard the small ‘thump’ the object made loud and clear.

He turned around, brows furrowing as he saw it was a brown book with a silver lock on the cover. He stepped over to it, gingerly picking it up. There were words carved into the cover. It read: Y/n L/n’s Diary.

“Oh,” Remus gasped.

He heard a clink from the bathroom and his head shot up immediately. He was ready to throw the book down, but he then realized you had dropped something and weren’t coming out yet.

He took a seat on his bed, running his fingers over the cover. He ran his fingertips over the lock, eyes flying open as the lock fell suddenly.

“Faulty little thing,” he muttered.

He eyed the pages, his fingers itching to open it. He opened the cover, chuckling as he saw your handwriting saying ‘Property of Y/n L/n’s. Don’t read or all hex you into next week’. Honestly, he wanted to read, but he knew it would be an invasion of privacy. He respected you the most out of anyone he knew, really, and he knew that if you caught him, you would definitely kill him. But maybe one peek wouldn’t be so bad…

So he opened the book hastily, flipping to the first page that was dated to the beginning of the school year. He guessed that you had a diary for each year. He found it admirable, really. He had tried to keep a daily journal before, but he never kept up with it. Even with his werewolf issue, too. He just relied on his memory or his friends to burden him with the information.

Your first entry was a summary of your first day of sixth year, and your feelings towards it being your second-to-last year at Hogwarts. Remus smiled at your sentimental words as he related deeply. Hogwarts was basically a home to both of you. Remus didn’t have a mother, and his father sure as hell didn’t care for him. Remus knew you had troubles at home, too, and often spent the holidays at the castle, or often visited your friends, Lily Evans, and James and them during summer.

He flipped through the pages, skimming the entries, his cheeks quickly becoming numb. As he got to the middle of the book, he stumbled upon more secretive, gossip-y entries than daily summaries. You talked about how the boys in your Potions and DADA classes were atrocious, and you wrote a little bit about a few popular Ravenclaws and Slytherins that Remus could tell you didn’t favor. But then he stumbled on him and his friend’s names. Remus read these paragraphs with great intent.

You wrote about how thankful you are to have James and Sirius as your “big brothers” at Hogwarts. You wrote about Lily being the big sister you never had and how happy you were to be able to talk about boys, get your nails done, and squeal during horror movies with someone other than yourself. Remus found himself chuckling fondly at your descriptions of your relationship with his friends, knowing that they were basically your family. He didn’t see his name until a few pages later. He kept a steady smile, but his brows raised as he kept reading further.

And then there’s Remus. Merlin, where do I start? He’s one of my best friends, of course. Well, maybe my number one best friend, actually. But… I feel more than that for him. He makes me so incredibly happy. Ever since he helped me with navigating the corridors in my first year, we’ve been best friends. We just clicked, y’know? I mean, I know I’ve written about others I like, but I like Remus more. I… I think I’m in love with him.

It’s crazy, probably… I don’t know. But whenever he smiles at me, my whole world lights up, even when I’m in the worst of moods. And oh, his laugh. It’s quite literally music to my ears. It’s a deep chuckle that is sure to get stuck on replay in my head. Oh, and he’s so incredibly kind. He definitely is so much more different from his friends. He is mischievous sometimes, and likes to play tricks, but he’s also considerate and just good. He’s a good man. He’s a good person. Thank his parents or whoever raised him for bringing up such a perfect boy. He’s so nice to me, too. Especially nice. He helps me whenever I need it, even if it’s in the dead of night. And argh, whenever he looks at me, my throat goes dry and I start to sweat and I get so nervous. I can’t help it. He just has the effect on me.

And maybe we aren’t the best of friends, because sometimes he holds back on telling me things, but I love him nonetheless and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Anyways, I must sound like a crazy, school girl with the biggest crush on the most handsome, smartest boy in school. But can you blame me? Exactly.

“See? Maybe I don’t sound as ridiculous as I thought,” Remus read the last words on the page.

He blinked at your written confession, heart racing and a sheer covering of sweat lining his forehead. He began to smile widely, relief washing over him. All this time you liked him, too. How amazing is that? Now he could finally ask you to Hogsmeade, or a picnic, without the worry of you saying no.

Remus didn’t even hear you open the bathroom door, or much less see you standing behind him, jaw to the floor, eyes wide, and body shaking with anger and embarrassment.

“What the fuck!” You screamed.

Remus jumped, your diary falling out of his hands and falling open on the floor. Remus’s whole body tensed as you stomped over to him, picking up your diary and waving it angrily in face.

“Really, Remus? You know, I thought you out of all people would respect my privacy. But no! Of course, you had to take a leap and precede my expectations, huh?” You scoffed in exasperation.

He looked up at you, his chocolate brown eyes begging and regretful like a little puppy’s.

“I-I’m sorry. I kn—”

“You knew what? That you shouldn’t have read it? Yeah, no fucking shit, Remus. I can’t believe I even thought I could trust you alone with this—”

“I didn’t mean t—”

“Oh, you didn’t mean to what? Look through my bag? Pick the lock? Invade my privacy? Well, I got news for you pal—”

“You like me?” He interrupted.

You dropped your glare, your expression then replaced with confusion.

“I-I mean, I like you, but not right this mo—”

He then got up quickly with a smile, snaking his hand up your face to cup your cheek, his other hand holding your lower back, bringing you closer to him. You gasped in surprise, and in pleasure, as your bodies met. Remus kissed your lips softly, but with passion. You stood bug-eyed, your whole body frozen in shock as he kissed you. You were beginning to loosen up when he pulled away, and you let out a quiet whine of disapproval.

“I mean like-like me, love. Like, in-love type of like,” he grinned down at you.

Your whole face got warm by the second and you felt your underarms start to perspirate.

“U-Uh… Where did you get that idea?” You laughed nervously.

“I read your entry about me. And while I am sorry about going through your personal belongings, I’m not sorry for finding that out,” he stated.

“Why?” You snorted. “I know you’re just going to reject me.”

Remus’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Did you not just see me kiss you a few seconds ago?”

Your lips upturned into a grin and you looked down shyly. “I suppose I did notice you do something of that manner.”

“Hm, do you need a reminder, then?” He suggested, wrapping both his arms around your waist.

“I definitely wouldn’t mind,” you giggled.

He smiled with you, cupping your cheek again and bringing your foreheads together.

“I’m in love with you, too, you know?” He whispered.

“Oh, really? I couldn’t tell,” you remarked.

“Are you going to be this smart with me when we’re 80-years-old?” Remus raised his brow.

“Maybe. Why? Don’t think you could handle it?” You challenged.

“Oh, no,” he shook his head gently. “I can handle you just fine.”

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years ago

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Supernatural Crack🩹tober

Day 12 - Moondorsonas

Tomorrow was very important. The culmination of an entire year, what every faithful citizen under Moondoor’s banner looked forward to. A celebration of rebirth and renewal, where they prepare for harvest days now that the last bit of chill faded from the breeze. And Castiel, as Archchancellor, was tasked with making sure this festival ran as it had for centuries. Perfectly, without a hitch.

He’d be more confident, though, if Castiel could speak with Her Royal Highness.

Being the Archchancellor, Castiel delegated many of his church’s emissaries with tasks so he could focus on the main event. The ritual where, under the heavenly glow of their goddess's full moon, Castiel invoked sacred prayers in the ancient tongue. Bathing in her mercy. Asking for protection. Bartered humble, righteous service for help making this summer’s crops more bountiful than last. As it would be his first time, Castiel spent many days and nights in training alongside fulfilling his other duties. There were never enough hours in his life for it all, so help was required.

However, not every emissary was successful. Like Brother Samandriel, whose only duty was getting the Queen’s signature on papers detailing the expenses for the Celestial Carnival. That way, when Ellen from the Treasury Chamber yelled at him for how much gold they used, he could present her with those papers and direct her towards the Queen for questioning.

Except Samandriel returned with unmarked sheets. “They wouldn’t let me speak with her,” he said, “that I didn’t rank high enough.”

Castiel snorted, flicking his way through robe after robe. Thinking about which he should wear for the festival. “That doesn’t sound like the Queen,” Castiel told him, “who pulled rank on you?”

“Her Majesty’s Handmaiden.”

He stilled, strangling the silver fabric in his hands. Castiel turned, exchanging the robe for Samandriel’s papers, and set off down the hall. Temple pounding at the same pace his sandals slapped across the stone flooring. Barreling towards the Queen’s royal offices. Tan cloak billowing behind him, looking almost like wings. Their flapping scaring poor servants and maids who he happened upon in his fury.

The only one who hadn’t flinched on sight, is the same man who keeps him from completing this simple task. Talks in endless circles and wasting his time.

Queen Charlene’s Most Favored Handmaiden, Sir Dean Winchester. Like he knew Castiel was incoming, Dean waited outside her doors. Leaned on them, blocking his path. Arms folded over a leather tunic while he wore his most smug expression that Dean knew Castiel hated. “His Holy Archchancellor,” Dean greeted, “What purpose is it that you would grace us with your divine presence?”

“I need to speak with Her Majesty.”

“…Why?”

Fifteen minutes later, Castiel was nowhere closer to getting past him. While he commanded the holy light of the goddess, Amara, the other man’s supernatural ability of being annoyingly stubborn proved indomitable.

“Dean,” he sighs, pinching his brow, “I really don’t have time for this.”

“You never have time for anything.”

“I’m to meet with members of the MacLeod Court within the hour,” he explains, “and if I’m even a second late you know how unbearable the Lady Rowena will be. With her being this year’s goddess conduit, I need her at least somewhat agreeable.”

Dean scoffs, waving Castiel’s concerns off. “I can send Sam down there and distract her. You know how crazy she is about him.”

“Please don’t,” Castiel says, “we’re on a very tight schedule as it is. I can’t have her flitting off with your brother to the deepest sections of the library.” He stepped closer, toes brushing the tops of Dean’s boots. “Is Queen Charlene in such an important meeting that she cannot take five minutes to sign a few pages?”

He hopes the earnest sincerity he wove throughout his voice works. That, paired with the wide eyes and trembling lip, always worked on the other man in younger years. Getting him to roll over like a well-trained hound. While Castiel hadn’t used tricks such as those for a while, they still hold. Dean relents, dropping his façade.

“She’s just in there writing stories about characters from this story she likes,” Dean confesses, “the one her fool, Gabriel, tells.”

Irritation wounds him, stabbing sharply at his side. “Then why have you been putting me through this?”

“Because we’re finally having a conversation!” Ice rushes through Castiel’s veins at the admission, stumbling backwards. Body uncooperative for the moment. Dean carries on, ignorant of Castiel’s reaction. “Ever since you took over for that bastard Ishim as Archchancellor, I barely see you anymore outside of our bedchambers, and even then I feel…” His gaze dips, lips trembling as he stops shouting. “I feel like you aren’t there with me.”

“Dean…”

“I just – I miss those days when you would skip your daily meditations, and I’d say I was doing parole. Lying to our superiors, even though I’m sure Charlie knew where I was going… and we’d meet in our special alcove. Talk and kiss and… you know.” Dean sighs, swiping at his nose. “I can’t remember the last time we kissed, let alone when we were intimate with one another.”

There are a lot of sad truths Castiel realizes. That his newer responsibilities did weigh on him greatly, pulling Castiel at all hours. He would enter their room exhausted, barely uttering a single word before passing out atop the bed. And as Archchancellor, he could not sneak off like in the early days of their courtship. His superior hung in the sky every night – there was no lying to her. But Dean hadn’t deserved such dismissals. Being left behind, unknowingly. Underappreciated. Unvalued. There was no excuse for Castiel’s actions. Dean was important to him, as much as his faith was.

Castiel reaches forward, cupping Dean’s cheek in his hand. Forcing his gaze onto Castiel’s face. “Oh, Dean,” he sighs, “I apologize. Truly. For not making you feel as important as you are to me.”

Dean offers a pitiable smile, shrugging. “S’okay,” he mutters, “I’m just… these past few weeks have been rougher than usual, because of the festival. Plus, there’s this whole conflict on the Southern Border that Charlie’s worried might grow into something larger if not dealt with I… it was just terrible timing, I guess.” He steps aside, gesturing at the door. “Go. You have things to do, better things than comforting my sorry ass.”

“You’re forgetting, Dean Winchester,” Castiel grins, following him. Loops his arms over Dean’s shoulders. “I’ve seen your ass, and there is nothing you should feel sorry for. Amara did bless you mightily in that regard.”

Their foreheads touch, Dean mirroring Castiel’s expression. “She blessed me by allowing you to find your way to me.”

Castiel agrees with a kiss, pressing against him in a way they haven’t fit for a while. As they break for air, panting, Castiel hugs Dean tighter. “I promise, in the new year, I’m going to find a balance. Make more time for you, whenever I can. And if whatever I do isn’t enough – please let me know. Because I will try harder.”

“I will,” he promises, “thank you, Cas.”

They part after one last kiss, Castiel sliding his hand down Dean’s arm until their fingers tangle. “I should really get these papers signed,” he says.

“Yeah.”

Castiel cannot leave. Not yet. An idea strikes, like lightning. Inspiration so divine he thinks his goddess bestowed it as a gift. “You know,” he starts, swinging their hands, “after the ritual, I’m supposed to be in attendance of a grand feast.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean says, “So am I.”

“The thing is… I’m supposed to be adorned in full regalia.” Castiel squeezes Dean’s hand, “The hat… the necklace… gloves and mask.” By Dean’s glinting eyes and curling smirk, Castiel knows he understands. Yet he continues. “Actually, anyone could be dressed in that outfit and they’ll assume it’s me. Brother Samandriel owes me a favor, anyway… do you think you could delay your arrival to the feast?”

Dean nods, “I’m sure I could… but where would we go? The castle will be brimming with the usual ghosts and curious guests.”

“There’s always our alcove.”

“Yeah… our alcove.”

Castiel lets go, returning to his role. “I’ll see you later tonight,” he says, “And we can rehearse for tomorrow.”

Dean cheekily bows. “Holding you to that, Holy Archchancellor.”

“You’re mistaken Dean,” Castiel finally opens the door, “it’ll be me doing the holding.” As beautiful as the papal bells, his beloved’s laughter fills the space. Trailing after him even through the closed doors. Charlene glances up from her musings, smiling. “Hello Charlie,” Castiel says, grabbing for the papers in his cloak pocket, “can I have a moment of your time…?”

(Day 11 - American Pie)

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dontcare77ghj · 5 years ago

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Movie Night

Steve x reader x Wanda

The three of you led incredibly busy lives. There were missions to do, reports to write up, galas and charity events to attend and what seemed like thousands of meetings per week. Sometimes the work schedule seemed never ending so the three of you needed to squeeze in moments of peace whenever you could.

At least once a month the three of you gathered in one of your rooms and had a movie night. Steve would pick a few movie off his never ending list of things he needed to see, Wanda would make a meal from her childhood for before and you would prepare plates of different snacks to eat during.

Movie night was your tradition and the three of you would often stay awake long after that night became the next day.

“How many snacks did you bring?” Wanda questioned you as you carried in two shopping bags.

“Steve has an increased appetite. I’m not going to have my snacks stolen because I forgot to bring enough again.” You told her, placing the bags by the couch and moving into her kitchen.

“Are you still mad he ate your M&M’s?” Wanda snickered, putting a pan in the oven.

“Yes, I’m still mad about that.” You grumbled before clapping your hands. “How can I help you?”

“You can sit there and not move.” Wanda said, pointing her wooden spoon at you. “You and cooking do not mix.”

“I burnt one thing.” You complained but took your seat. Wanda had almost finished when two phone pings rang out. “He’s coming now, he was caught in a meeting.”

“Where is my phone?” Wanda asked, looking around the kitchen.

“In the sugar container.” You and another voice said in unison. Looking behind you, you saw Steve out of uniform walking towards the pair of you.

“You always leave it in the sugar container.” Steve added, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Ah, thank you.” She chirped, pulling the phone out of the container.

“How was the meeting?” You asked him, leaning back to look up at him.

“Unproductive. Someone forgot to bring the right paper work and Tony kept trying to set me up with Kristen.” Steve sighed, taking a seat next to you.

“I thought you went on a date with Kristen?” Wanda asked him, beginning to plate up the food.

“No Sam went out with Kristen last week.” Steve told her. “They went to that diner you like.”

“Oh, right and he spilled his milkshake on her.” Wanda nodded as you moved to help bring places over to the table.

“I think they’re going out this weekend again.” You commented, taking your seat.

“Good for Sam.”

“What about you Y/N? Anyone special in your life we should know about?” Wanda asked you.

“As if. You’d be the first to know if you were getting any.” You sorted, taking a bite of the meal. “Wanda this is delicious.”

Dinner was a lovely affair filled with playful teasing, talks about future missions and stories of the day. When all was finished you and Steve did the dishes while Wanda poured glasses of wine for you and herself.

“Alright Steve, where did we get up to?” Wanda asked, jumping onto her couch.

“Number 57; The Princess Bride.” Steve said as you set up the T.V.

“Sam?” You questioned.

“No, Tony.” Steve said, picking up one of the bags you’d brought. “Are you trying to feed an army?”

“I’m trying to feed you. So you don’t steal our snacks at two a.m.” You said, sitting on his other side.

“You’re never going to live down the M&M thing Stevie.” Wanda laughed.

“I did say I was sorry.” Steve whined.

“And I did say I forgive you, but there is a part of my heart that will always ache at the betrayal.” You said, patting him on the arm.

“And that’s number 62 on the list finished.” Wanda said, stretching as she stood up.

“My legs are asleep.” You complained, reaching a hand up to the witch. Wanda smiled and easily helped you stand.

“Not the only thing asleep.” Wanda smirked, pointing behind you to Steve. Looking over your shoulder you did see the blonde super soldier fast asleep on the couch.

“Should we wake him?” You asked her.

“No, let him sleep.” Wanda said, flicking her hand and using her powers to gently move him in a laying position.

Packing away the left-over food and placing the rubbish in the second bag, you let out a long yawn.

“I think I’m going to need to get some sleep too.” You said, picking up the bags. “You need any help with anything?”

“No, you’re fine. You want to come over for breakfast in the morning? We can guilt Steve into making pancakes.” Wanda offered, walking you to the elevator.

“Sounds good. I’ll bring coffee for me and Steve and some herbal tea for you.” You smiled, hugging the woman. “See you in a few hours.”

“See you in a few hours.” She agreed. As the doors to the elevator closed a smile crossed your face.

Why couldn’t Steve and Wanda love you like you loved them?

It had been six months since Steve fell asleep on the couch and you were on movie 147. You had been on a mission for nearly a month and had only gotten back that day. And apparently, you had missed a lot.

Steve and Wanda were now together.

You were incredibly happy for the two, they were your friends after all, but as soon as you heard the news you felt a small part of your heart break.

It was only seven at night but you had just gotten back an hour ago and you were dead tired. You’d dragged your tired body out of the elevator and threw yourself onto your couch.

You had only been laying there for a few minutes, and had almost drifted off, when you head the elevator doors ding.

“Tony if that’s you, I’m not doing the mission report. Be a grown up and do it yourself.” You grumbled without looking back.

“Not Tony, doll.” Steve chuckled, lifting your legs and sitting on your couch. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah just tired.” You said, rolling over to face the man. “What’s up Steverino?”

“Wanda’s making a big meal, we’ve got snacks and we're up to movie 148. All we seem to be missing is our girl.” Steve smiled, drawing circles on your ankle. “What do you say, doll?”

“I say it sounds nice, but I just assumed movie nights wouldn’t be happening anymore.” You said, sitting up.

“What put that thought into your pretty little head?” Steve questioned you.

“I just assumed that since you and Wanda were a couple, the two of you would finish the list together.” You shrugged.

“Movie night wouldn’t be the same without our girl.” Steve said, making your heart flutter. “So come on, what do you say? Movie night?”

“Yeah, movie night sounds good.” You smiled.

“There she is!” Wanda cheered a couple minutes later. “I thought you would’ve been asleep by now.” She commented, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You know me, never need to sleep” You said after she pulled away.

“Might have to put that to good use one day.” Wanda smirked, sitting you on a chair. “You two got here just in time, dinner is all done.” She said before you could question her.

“It smells so good, Wanda.” You complimented, eagerly taking a bite.

“Well anything probably smells better than the food you get on a mission.” Steve snickered.

“Technically yes, but Wanda’s cooking is better than anyone else’s.”

“And this is why Y/N is my favourite person in this tower.” Wanda smiled.

After dinner was finished and you and Steve helped Wanda with the dishes the three of you settled onto the couch.

“Alright what is movie 148?” You asked, leaning onto the arm of the couch.

“Silence of the lambs.” Steve announced, searching the movie as Wanda wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into her side.

Non-reader

“You know Y/N fell asleep an hour ago, right?” Wanda asked Steve as he moved to change the movie.

“She did just get back.” Steve said, smiling at the sight of Y/N asleep on Wanda’s shoulder.

“Steve, when are we going to tell her?” Wanda asked him. “She’s not going to say no, trust me.” She smiled.

“It’s not nice to go rummaging through people’s head when they’re asleep.” Steve mocked chided.

“She has loud thoughts.” Wanda shrugged. “Stop avoiding the question Steve. When are we going to tell her?”

“Wanda, you know I’m bad at this.” Steve whined, sitting on the coffee table. “It was hard to admit my feelings to you and it was harder to tell you about my feelings for Y/N too. If I tell her, that’s when it’ll get ruined.”

“If you were talking to the both of us for the first time on your own, then yes you probably would fail.” Wanda told him, taking his hand in hers. “But you’ve already got me and we’ll be telling her together. You can’t fail with me.”

“Alright, we can tell her soon.” Steve agreed, squeezing her hand.

“You’ve just told her.” Y/N said groggily.

“Sorry, were we too loud?” Steve questioned, looking over to her.

“Was never fully asleep.” Y/N shrugged, sitting up. “You gonna talk to me about your feelings now?” You smiled.

“Um, well, me and Wanda. Me and Wanda, we’re both in love with you. And, um, if you felt the same we were wondering if you would be with us. And this doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t feel the same way we can still be friends and you don’t have feel pressured.”

“Steve breathe.” Wanda cut in. “If she weren’t already in love with us, you might have scared her off with your rambling.” She said fondly.

“Oh no I think it’s endearing to see Captain America so flustered.” Y/N smirked. “I’m slightly sleep deprived, so this isn’t going to come out very eloquently but I really, really love you. Have done since movie 36.”

“American Pie.” Steve nodded.

“You hated it.” Y/N and Wanda said together.

“Get some sleep, Y/N.” Wanda said, noticing Y/N beginning to drift.

“We can talk more in the morning.” Steve told her, taking one of her hands and giving her a smile.

“We better. Because I really want to call you both mine.” Y/N murmured, falling asleep on Wanda’s shoulder.

Reader POV

“And what’s all this?” Wanda asked, leaning on the door frame of the kitchen. "Am I being replaced?"

"Never." Steve smiled, looking up from the cutting board.

"This is an early anniversary surprise." You told her, moving forward and giving her a kiss.

"Surprise." Steve said as you moved Wanda toward the table.

"And what a nice surprise it is. I Iike seeing the two of you in the kitchen, with a fire extinguisher nearby." She smirked.

"Rude" You pouted as Steve chuckled. Steve gave you a quick kiss before reaching behind you and putting the knife in the sink.

"If we're doing surprises, I got something for movie night." Wanda announced.

"A new fire extinguisher? You guessed. "'Cos I'm pretty sure that one doesn't work." You smirked.

"No, but I'm going to put that on the list." Wanda nodded. "You'll get to see when we start the movies."

"I hate it when you do that." Steve groaned. "You know how I feel about surprises."

"We know." You and Wanda said in unison. "You don't wike them." You both added before bursting out laughter.

"I'm never drinking Thor's liquor again." He groaned.

"Okay, dinner has been eaten, the dishes are finished and Steve is putting on movie 353." Steve said, sitting on the couch with Wanda.

"What one's 353?" Wnda interrupted.

"Taken." You said. "Though I swear we already watched it."

"Anyway, it's all done and dusted. Now, what's the surprise?" He asked her impatiently. Wanda let out an exaggerated huff before pulling herself off the couch and moving into the bedroom.

"So for this movie night, the night before our two year anniversary, I come bearing gifts." Wanda said dramatically. She exited the bedroom with a shopping bag in hand. "For my favorite girlfriend, two party bags of M&M's." She said, throwing the two bags at you.

"Steve, if you touch these you're on the couch for a week." You said, clutching the bags close with a smile. "Thank you, Wanda."

"And for my Doritos shaped boyfriend, two bags of his favourite chips." Wanda added, throwing Steve his chips.

"Y/N, same sentiments." Steve said, looking at you and giving you a nod.

"And there is another bag in the bedroom, but that surprise is for our actual anniversary." Wanda told you both, jumping onto the couch with you both.

"Tease" You smiled, curling into Steve's side.

"You love it."

"I love you. And I love you too, Stevie." You said taking Wanda’s hand and pressing a kiss to Steve's shoulder.

"Aw, I love you too." Wanda smiled, kissing your fingertips.

"I love both my best girls." Steve said, wrapping an arm around Wanda and pulling her into his side as well.

Six hours later it was just after twelve and Wanda was fast asleep, face pressed into Steve's chest and hand still clutching yours.

"You got her?" You asked Steve as he gently cradled her in his arms.

"Yeah. Let's get her to bed." Steve said as the two of you walked into your shared bedroom.

You gotta love movie night.

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ashspn · 4 years ago

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All of my love

*Not my gif* *Major character death*

Dean was pissed. Which when was Dean not pissed. This time he had a good reason. This was the first time that he could have everything he ever wanted, and he got it. He got the love of his life, the beautiful home, the dog, and two kids. The apple pie life. Sam was happy and healthy being with Eileen and becoming the leader of the North American hunters. Dean often told Sam that this was what he was meant to be. He was a natural-born leader. Sam would often call begging for him to come back to the team. Sam loved to try to seduce him with the monster of the week, but he always says no. After his brush with death, even though he had experienced that feeling way too many times and never felt anything of it, that last time felt different for him. It felt real until the paramedics showed up and pumped him with so much medicine and fluids that he didn’t even ask what was in most of the needles. To tell you the truth that time he might have actually felt ready to go. Life at that point in time wasn’t great with Cas gone, Jack being God and Sam had Eileen. He was feeling hopeless. All he knew was he was thankful that Sam told him to shut up about letting him go and called 911. When he woke up in his bed after hours of surgery, he expected life to be the same. It wasn’t because he had gorgeous blue eyes staring back at him and holding his hands waiting for him to wake up.

“Dean!” Cas jumped up to run and grab the rest of the family, but Dean squeezed his hand for him to stay. Cas stopped looking down at the unbreakable man. He hated seeing him looking like this because it reminded him of a time that seemed like a lifetime ago when Dean was forced to take on Alistair all because he asked him to. Cas looked back at the door knowing Sam would want to know right away but then he looked down at Dean and saw the haunting in his eyes. Cas sat back down allowing Dean a moment to collect his thoughts before he dragged everyone in.

5 years prior

“Cas.” Dean whispered. His voice was hoarse, and his throat was so dry. Everything hurt but more importantly his back where the nail shoved right through.

“Cas, how are you even here man? I saw you get taken. Jack said it wasn’t possible to bring you back.” Cas smiled down at him. Dean scrunched up his face knowing something was different. Something was off about Cas.

“We found a loophole. No more grace means I’m human and humans don’t go to the empty.” Dean dropped Cas’s hand in shock. Cas was an angel. That was who he was. Dean wouldn’t have cared anyway if he had powers or not but the thought of Cas giving up who he always been was hard for Dean to wrap his head around. Dean didn’t know if he could give up being a hunter. That was who he was.

“Cas are you sure you wanted to do that. Are you okay with being a human?” Cas gave him a soft look.

“Dean, all I wanted was to be able to come home. Now I can enjoy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches again.” Dean chuckled but then winced in pain. Cas came forward wanted so badly to be able to heal him. That was one thing Cas missed about being an angel. When Jack pulled him out the first thing Jack said was Dean was hurt. Cas didn’t care about anything else. He needed to get to Dean. Jack zapped Cas into the waiting room right as they were wheeling Dean into surgery. His breathing was shallow, and he was covered in so much blood. Cas tried placing a hand on Dean to heal him, but nothing worked. Cas knew that but that meant it didn’t hurt any less. Then he was pushed aside by a doctor left alone until Sam came in.

“I’m fine,” Dean waved him off so not to worry. “Well, I’m glad you’re back buddy. Where’s Sam?”

Present-day

Dean paced the bunker library trying to process what Sam was trying to tell him. All he heard was white noise. “Sam, stop! What do you mean that my daughter and my husband are missing? This hunt was supposed to be a milk run.” Dean turned to leave to head towards the weapons room to get every weapon known to man to save his family. Sam ran after him trying to make him stop and listen to him, but Sam knew he lost Dean a long time ago when he said Claire’s GPS was disconnected and Cas’s phone wasn’t answering. Claire and Cas had gone out on a hunt against a werewolf. It was a very simple hunt that both of them had dealt with a million times. At the end of the day, Claire could have done it by herself and been home in time for dinner. Cas insisted to go with her saying he missed her and wouldn’t mind helping her with this case. He even dug his old trench coat out for his FBI uniform. All that was running through Dean’s mind was how could this happened. The nightmares were supposed to be over.

“Dean, will you just listen before you go guns a-blazing.” Dean whipped around with fire in his eyes.

“I’ve been listening Sam. It sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me! Either you come with me and help or get out of my way.” Dean began gathering every silver item they had in the weapons room not caring if he looked crazy to Sam or not.

“Dean, you haven’t been on a hunt in five years so can you please slow down so we can think about what to do.” Sam snatched the duffel bag out of Dean’s hands so that Dean would finally listen to him.

“What are you trying to say I’m not capable to deal with a werewolf. That I’m rusty just because I chose to retire. That doesn’t mean I still don’t know what I’m doing. I’m still one of the best damn hunters out there.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. Trust me no one could replace THE Dean Winchester besides THE Claire Winchester. So, yes, I’m worried too. I was the one that assigned Claire the case after all because I knew she could have done it. Clearly, we don’t know what we are getting ourselves into if both her and Cas are in trouble.” Dean took the duffle bag taking a deep breath. He knew Sam was right but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t scared.

“Ahhhh!” Cas blinked his eyes open at the sound of his daughter screaming out in pain. Dizziness was washing over him making it hard to concentrate where she was or where he was. The room was dark with only a flicking light bulb dangling from the ceiling. He could feel his hands and feet were bound by rope to a pole and he could see he was the only one there.

“Ahhh!” Another scream echoed throughout the house. Cas tried to pull his limbs free with no success. He could feel a nail was poking out. He rubbed his wrists up and down feeling the binds loosening with each swipe until finally, his hands were free. He ripped the bounds from his ankles, beginning to run to the door. His main priority was to find Claire and get out. He pulled his phone out dialing the only number he ever needed in the world.

The road felt long and bleak. Dean never would have said he loved life on the road, but he also didn’t hate it as much as he did now. The road was home once upon a time but now it felt like a burden. Home was the log cabin with the lake in the back. He and Castiel often found themselves on the dock fishing for hours even though Cas often asked why Dean found it relaxing to fish when he never caught anything. Dean smiled to himself missing his angel. His smile grew wider as he thought about how Claire and Jack often came to visit too. Both grown and out of the house, but Sundays were for the family after all. Dean cooking on the grill and Cas baking a pie in the kitchen while Jack and Claire fight like kids over the remote control. Dean knew that his kids' lives were never going to be normal and they never were but at least that one day of the week Claire and Jack were able to be normal people.

Dean’s thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. He reached down to grab his phone out of his pocket not even bothering to look at the name.

“Dean, I’m in a house off of road spring flower. Claire is here but she’s hurt but I’m not sure where she is. Dean, I am so sorry. I was supposed to protect her.” Dean was trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Cas. Cas was okay and alive. Claire was too.

“Cas wait slow down. Tell me exactly where you are. I am driving to you now.” Cas let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Dean’s voice steadies him and made him more focused. As he kept running trying to find where his daughter was; he tried to give Dean as much detail as he could remember but most of it was foggy.

“I’m sorry Dean, everything is still scrambled. It might have been white. I don’t know.” Cas huffed.

“Buddy, it’s okay. Just stay on the line until I get there. Everything will be okay.” Dean reassured. Cas trudged forward seeing all of the horrors that were laid around him. Bloodstained the walls and flesh littered the floor. He sucked in a breath trying really hard not to get nauseous.

“Hey, how did you escape from your bounds?” Cas stopped in his tracks to face a werewolf or that was what he thought. The monster was like a large man, but his teeth were pointy like a vamps’, but his eyes shone like a werewolf. Cas pulled out a silver blade just in time to cut the monster as he swung at his head. The creature jumped back with a yelp but the spot on his arm didn’t burn like it should if he was a werewolf.

“Where’s my daughter, you assbutt?” Cas exclaimed.

“Cas, Cas what’s going on? Who’s there?” Dean shook with fear. He just got Cas back he didn’t want to think what would happen if he died and he wasn’t there to save him. “Cas, hold on and don’t do anything stupid.” All Dean could hear on the other end was fighting and a lot of grunting. It didn’t sound good. Dean pushed the car harder even though she was going as hard as she could already. Almost there he thought. Almost there.

“Cas!” Dean shouted one last time as the line went dead. “Son of a bitch!” Sam looked over at him with concern, but Dean couldn’t focus on Sam’s worrying about him, he needed to save his family.

Every hit Cas got in the monster got three times the amount. All he could hear was a distant sound of Dean’s voice which was the only thing keeping him up. His vision was blurred and knew he might have a couple of broken ribs but he kept pushing. Cas swung one more time missing completely. Then the next thing he knew he felt a fist connect to his skull and the world went black.

“Dean, slow down. You can’t save them if we are both dead.” Sam braced on for dear life as Dean whipped the car around a curve sending the tires to screech. Dean didn’t listen he kept trucking forward. All he could think was five more miles, three more miles, one more mile until he slammed his breaks to find them in front of the house. Dean jumped out running to the trunk grabbing everything he could carry that wouldn’t slow him down. Sam wasn’t too far trying to get him to slow down.

“Wait, we need a plan before we go in there and get ourselves killed or Cas and Claire.” Dean glared at him. He had a plan to kill all of those sons of a bitches and get his husband and daughter out safely. “Dean, that’s not a plan that’s suicide.”

“And they are in there hurt or dead by now because I wasn’t there to protect them and the longer, we sit out here arguing the greater the chances we have of finding them dead. Let’s go because it’s only you and me. Jack’s not answering which next time I see him I’m going to ground him.” That was what Dean had on the subject.

Dean looked around the house trying to focus himself, so he didn’t get sick. He dealt with a lot in his life but nothing would have prepared him for the gore that was in this house. He kept walking until he came upon a broken phone. Cas’s phone. He picked it up and showed Sam. Sam nodded understanding they must be close.

“Dean, go find Cas and I will look for Claire.” Dean looked down at the phone and shook his head no. Sam gave him a perplexed look of confusion. Any other day Dean would be the first one on the finding Cas team even before they were in a couple. What changed?

“Cas and I had a deal that if this ever went down. Whichever one of his was kidnapped along with Claire or Jack we would forget about the other and find them first. You go get Cas. I got Claire.” Sam nodded and understood.

“Such a pretty girl. You know you would be a nice trophy to keep with my others.” Claire breathed heavily glaring at her captive. She spat at him landing it right below his left eye. He wiped it off giving her a grim smile. “Now that isn’t very lady-like, sweetheart.”

“Well, I’m no lady and I ain’t your sweetheart either you piece of shit.” She growled. He gripped her jaw bringing her face real close. All she could smell was the rotting flesh from his last meal. She tried to turn away, but he pulled her back to face him.

“That is no way to speak to your master. Apologize or you get burned again.” She kept her mouth shut without breaking eye contact. “Fine, here you go sweetheart.” He stabbed the hot iron once again releasing a scream from her throat. The pain made her want to blackout. All she saw was the sheering pain of white behind her eyelids as he kept pressing harder.

“Hey, asshole. Get your grimy hands off of my daughter.” The creature pulled away to turn around to see the Dean Winchester. The man they told stories about to scare monster children to bed. This man was supposed to be dead. The monster lunge at Dean but didn’t get far before he shot off three rounds. He only needed one but the other two were for what he did to his daughter. Dean put the gun away and ran over to Claire. He found she was unconscious. He tried to wake her up with a couple of shakes, calling her name out.

“Come on, baby girl, wake up. Please we got to go and find your pops.” Finally, he could see her blue eyes blink open. She smiled when she realized who was there to rescue her.

“Sam is looking for him. I talked to him thirty minutes ago before he was taken again. Come on we need to get you out of here.” Claire tried to protest, wanting to stay and find her pops. Dean didn’t listen and half carried her out of the doorway towards the exit.

“Dad.” Dean pulled her close letting the tears he didn’t realize he was holding in escape down his face. She tried to hug him, but she was too weak to raise her arms.

“Dad, where’s pop?” Dean shush her and ran a hand down her hair trying to soothe her.

Sam slowly made his way down the steps towards the basement making sure to be careful not to make a sound. So far so good, but he feared that as he made his way farther down, he would find something he didn’t want. He did. He found Cas bloody and bruised; chained to the ground passed out.

“Cas get up. Dean is not going to be happy about this.” Sam leaned down to haul his brother-in-law up and tried to carry him up the steps until Cas woke up trying to swing at him.

“Get your hands off of me you monster.” Sam grabbed his hands to stop him from hurting himself even more.

“Stop, it’s me, Sam. I’m taking you home.” Cas blinked recognizing the familiar figure.

“Where’s Dean?” He asked.

“He went to find Claire. We are going to meet him at the Impala.” Cas stopped in his tracks with panic in his eyes. “Cas, what’s wrong.”

“We need to get to Dean right now.” Cas broke free from Sam’s grasp, trying to run up the steps before his legs gave out from him.

“Cas, Dean will be fine besides you can’t help him much when you can barely stand.” Cas tried to haul himself up, but Sam came over to help him instead.

“You don’t understand. These are not monsters we have ever face before shooting them doesn’t kill them, silver doesn’t hurt them, nor does holy water. I have no clue what we are facing.” Cas exclaims. Sam took hold of Cas’s arm trying to steady him once again to help him up the stairs. Sam knew that Dean who kill him if he tried to divert from the plan of saving Cas. He just worried about getting them to the car.

After a few feet of walking, Claire felt better. She wasn’t one hundred percent but at least she wasn’t on the verge of passing out again. That didn’t convince Dean though. He kept trying to steal quick glances at her to make sure she was okay.

“Dad, I’m fine. Does everything hurt yes but nothing but a little whisky and a movie night won’t heal? Please stop worrying and keep your eyes peel. These monsters are unique. They are nothing we have ever seen before. I don’t even think they are in the lore.” Dean nodded trying to focus on the mission.

“You know I will never stop worrying about you or your brother. Even if he might be God.” Claire rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Hey, I know I’ve told you this one too many times, but I wasn’t supposed to have this. I wasn’t supposed to have you two and your father be in my life. I wasn’t supposed to have a family. I was destined to die at twenty-five by the hands of a creature.” Claire smiled at him because she felt the same way. Dean pulled her in for a side hug when he pulled away, he saw the love of his life staring at him.

“Pops!” Claire exclaimed running to hug him. Cas prepared for the embrace and wrapped his arms around her not wanting to let go. His little girl was safe and didn’t look as hurt as he thought she was going to be. As he was hugging her Cas looked up to see his husband smile back at him with tears forming in his eyes. Cas smiled back slowly moving towards Dean after Claire pulled back.

“Cas,” Dean whispered taking in how badly hurt his love was. Dean swore that after this hunt he was going to convince Cas to hang it up. No more hunts, no more missions. Just living the quiet life and helping through the use of the home. Dean didn’t think he could go through this one more time, but he also said that last time they were in this situation.

“Dean.” Dean pulled Cas in for a gentle kiss leading into a hug. Cas found himself sink into the embrace wanting to rest in the warmth of Dean’s arms. Their reunion was cut short by Claire’s shout of a lookout. Dean turned around to see the monster he had killed or well he thought had killed was still up and moving with no visible wounds. What the hell he thought. He shoved Cas behind him and ready his weapon in hand. How was this bastard still alive? Dean swung his knife at him, and the thing dodged each swing.

“Dad, be careful,” Claire screamed.

“Sam! Get them out of here now.” Dean yelled trying to fight off the monster, but each attack didn’t prevail. It was like this thing was indestructible. Claire tried to push forward but Cas caught her in his arms pulling her back.

“No, we are not leaving without you,” Claire exclaimed. Dean turned to smile at her.

“Go baby girl. I will be right behind you.” Then the world stood still. Dean looked down to see the blade go right through his chest and be pulled out. Dean looked up at his family as he fell to his knees.

“Nooo!” Claire screamed running to him kneeling down to pull him into her arms.

“Dean!” Sam and Cas shouted. Sam pulled out his machete and cut the creature's head clean off. Cas stood in place not able to process what just happen. Claire sobbed in his chest and he shushed her trying to soothe her till his final breath.

“No, no. You can’t die. Not yet. Dad, I love you too much. Please don’t leave me” Claire cried. Dean rubbed a hand down her hair.

“Shhh. It’s okay. Claire, it’s okay sweetheart.” Dean whispered.

“It’s not fair. I can’t lose you too.” Cas came behind her rubbing her back as he looked down at the man that couldn’t die.

“I know, darling. You made my life better. You all made me so happy. Tell your brother I love him.” Dean’s breath hitch and his hand that was in Claire’s hair fell to his side. The great Dean Winchester was dead.

Claire sobbed screaming, begging for him to hold on. “Jack! Where are you? Jack!”

Sam held Claire as Cas mustered the strength to wrap Dean’s body in cloth. Sam volunteered to do it, but Cas said he needed to. He needed to say his goodbyes alone. Sam understood because Dean said the same thing when they burned Cas so many years ago. As they waited outside, they saw a figure come towards them.

“Jack?” Jack came towards them looking off. Claire and Sam couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, but they could tell something was up. “Jack, we have been praying for you. Where have you been?” Claire hissed not able to raise her voice from a whisper.

“I’m sorry angel radio is turned off. I had no way to communicate with anybody. They had me locked away.” Jack said.

“Who had you locked away? What happened Jack?” Sam asked. Jack took a deep breath without a pause to look around to notice his fathers were missing.

“The angels. They have begun to rebel. They don’t like that I have chosen to take a hands-off approach. They believe I should step into people's lives but I have no desire to. Where are my fathers?” Sam and Claire gave him a sad look. “What? What’s wrong?” Claire came towards him trying to break the news as gently as she could.

“Dad’s dead,” Claire said. Jack gave her a perplexed look out of disbelief. His dad was dead. He knew death wasn’t final for them. He could go see Dean in heaven, but it wasn’t the same. No more Sunday night dinners with all of them at the cabin. Dean wouldn’t be able to take him fishing down at their lake. Everything in heaven was very artificial and with what was going on in heaven he didn’t know how much longer heaven would stand.

“I wasn’t here to save him. I’m so sorry. I didn’t get to say goodbye.” Claire pulled him into a hug as he kept repeating that he didn’t get to say goodbye.

Cas stared at the lifeless body that once held the spirit of the man that could have put the fear into any man, monster, or creature. That could have put a smile on anyone’s face with his child-like wonder. The man that had finally defeated all of his demons. The man that was supposed to live the rest of his life easy and happy till he was old and gray. The man that fell in love with a fallen angel and made that angel feel loved for being who he was.

Cas pulled the sheet over Dean’s face. Most days he would blink back the tears but today he let each one fall slowly. He gentle tied each rope around his beloved's body taking his time, not ready to say goodbye.

“Dean Winchester.” Cas closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “The man, the myth, the legend. I love you.” Cas tied the last knot and went out to grab Sam to help him carry his husband’s body to the pyre. As they carried him, he could see his children console each other. Claire holding Jack as they both wept watching their father’s body being placed on top. A signal of a final goodbye. Cas walked over to them wrapping them both into his arms as they watch the whole thing go up in flames. Cas held his children tight knowing they had a lot to figure out. Like what the hell was going on with Jack, where did those monsters come from, and to process the thought for the first time Dean was actually gone with no way back.

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otherpeoplesheartachept-2 · 4 years ago

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TRANQUILITY BASE

Here’s my @coexchange piece for @that-bi-bliophile!

I hope it’s okay I stretched your prompt to fit an entire album. I listen to the album Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino by the Arctic Monkey a lot and it’s inspired countless daydreams so I figured I’d fit a Snowbaz bullet point fic into this universe. If you don’t want to listen to an entire new album (which is understandable) but want a feel for the album and the vibe I’m going for, I’d suggest listening to the songs Star Treatment, American Sports, and/or Four Stars out of Five.

For some background, in this AU Tranquility is an out of date game from an out of date console made as promotion for the real and still existing hotel on the moon. Simon lives on earth, which is currently a weird mix of waste land and advanced technology. Basically global warming isn’t fixed, all rich people just moved to the moon and left everyone else on earth to do the jobs they don’t want. Baz is the child of some of those rich moon people. They’re both like 18 when they “meet” for the first time.

Tranquility The Game is Simon’s way of escaping the reality of his shitty father and taxing job. The old gaming system is one of the few things he has that matters to him. He’s build up his own imaginary life in this digital hotel, where he’s a successful musician with a band, rich enough to afford stays in fancy moon hotels.

Baz’s dad, head of Grimm Co. is the new owner of the real TBHC. Baz goes to the hotel for a business meeting because Malcolm wants to teach him how to run the company. Baz is bored and finds an old copy of the game and console in some storage closet. He takes it home and boots it up.

He’s surprised to find it works, and even more surprised to find someone else already in the game.

Simon is confused and furious that someone else is in HIS game. He immediately shoves virtual Baz against a wall and demands he leave the game.

Baz is like “what the fuck how does anyone even still play this” but he’s intrigued by the attractive angry game boy so he insults him and keeps coming back to the game.

The relationship is hostile at first (because Simon doesn’t want Baz ruining his virtual world and Baz looks down on Simon for living on earth) but Baz, despite himself, is desperate to get to know Simon, this weird kid clinging to an out of date, boring videogame. And Simon secretly likes having someone to share this game world with, even if he “hates” him.

They get into petty fights a lot and call each other names that are supposed to be insults but are really just thinly veiled pet names. Baz’s favorites are “earthling” and “freckles boy” Simon’s are “fucking posh space boy” and “bastard”.

Baz tries to goad more information about Simon out of him but Simon is very committed to holding on to the fantasy life he’s made up for himself, he won’t even tell Baz his last name.

Despite all their “fighting” they start to warm up to each other.

One day Simon gives Baz a tour of the virtual hotel and Baz explains how different everything is in the real hotel. Throughout the tour Simon starts to open up about his father and his friend Shepard and the crumbling state of planet Earth. (Cue discussion about capitalism and class and how fucked up it is that billionaires just left the Earth and all the poor people to die.)

Baz talks about his life and how isolated he feels because his father and all his “friends” are very emotionally closed off. Simon sympathizes but teases him a little.

Simon: Like you’d rather be anything but a posh moon business man.

Baz: I would. If I could be anyone I’d be an astrologist. What about you, Earthing? Who would you be, if you could be anyone in the universe?

Simon, suddenly somber: My father says dreaming isn’t for folks people like me.

Baz shows up in the game one day to find Simon playing a guitar, he’s quite good at it.

Simon learns Baz can cook after Baz asks if there’s a way to get in to the game hotel’s kitchen (there isn’t). Simon likes Baz about ten times more when he explains how to make the perfect shepherd’s pie. Baz realized he might be in love when Simon starts explaining how good sour cherry scones are and how they should be their own food group.

They go star gazing together on the roof of the hotel. Baz knows a lot about constellations and explains them to Simon.

Baz: You know that isn’t how they look tonight?”

Simon: No?

Baz: No. it takes the light ages to get to us, so what we’re seeing is years behind. Like, look at that star there, it’s been dead for twenty years.

Simon, pointing up: There?

Baz: No, *takes Simon’s hand to readjust it* there.

Simon: Oh… yeah.

Neither of them are looking at the stars at this point. Cue gay thoughts about Simon’s freckles being constellations and some EXTREME pining.

Baz learns they can write in the notepads left in each virtual hotel room. They start leaving notes and little drawings for each other in game when they play and the other isn’t there. Sometimes Simon leaves chords to songs he’s writing. Baz will add lyrics to the songs sometimes. Baz will also flirt in the notes but Simon can never tell if he’s serious or if it’s just Baz being sarcastic and dramatic.

One day Simon’s playing guitar and invites Baz to sing with him. Baz is nervous about exposing his feelings for Simon with the romantic lyrics. Simon gets so wrapped up in listening to and watching Baz sing that he stops playing before the song is finished. They do the classic routine of staring until the other person stares back then quickly looking away and blushing. Again, Major Pining.

At this point they both think the other might be interested romantically, but they’re too nervous to take the next step into actually talking about romance.

One day Baz insists on teaching Simon to dance. They move some furniture in the hotel lounge and figure out how to use the futuristic jukebox in the corner of the room. Simon is clumsy but happy to follow Baz’s lead. (It helps that he can’t physically step on Baz’s toes. However, a few times he does bash into furniture in his real life bedroom). Baz’s hair is loose and falling in his face. Simon can’t stop smiling. Baz is still pretending like this is purely a teaching moment but he can’t hide the faint blush on his cheeks. The music shifts to a slow song. They lock eyes. Simon reaches for a phantom cheek. Baz leans into the imagined warmth of a digital palm. All they hear is their shared breathing and heartbeats until someone speaks.

Simon: If I could be anyone, I’d be someone who kissed you right now.

They can’t really kiss, it’s a videogame. But they finally admit they have feelings for each other.

They daydream about meeting somehow. Simon sneaking onto a cargo ship to travel to the moon. Inventing a way to fully convert themselves into part of the game so the never have to leave. The two of them hijacking a spaceship and enough rations to last years, then flying out somewhere in the Milky Way to live out the rest of their lives together. But they know these are just fantasies. They won’t say it out loud, and sometimes, when staring into pixelated eyes and making elaborate plots they forget the impossibility of it all, but they know they can never make these dreams reality.

Any spare time they have is spent in the digital hotel with each other. Simon starts carrying the game console around with him everywhere, even when he knows he can’t play. Baz has stopped showing up for anything he’s supposed to in the evenings, he just locks himself in his bedroom with the game.

“What would you do if I was really there?” becomes a common question.

“It’s a crisp evening here, so I’d pull you in close, keep you warm. Kiss you underneath the sliver of moon.”

“I’d hold your hand. Kiss every freckle I can find on it until I have to push up your sleeve to find more.”

“I’d mess up your hair. It looks better messy.”

“I would punch that stupid look off your face. You can’t seriously think the sun used to revolve around the Earth, that’s fucking insane!”

“I’d tell you… I- I, I never want you to leave.”

Are some of the answers.

One night they’re in the game and Simon’s struggling to stay awake. It’s adorable but Baz tells him he should go to sleep. Simon says he wants to spend more time with Baz. He asks Baz to tell him about space so he’ll stay awake. Baz knows that will put Simon to sleep rather than keep him awake, but he does it anyway. Simon fights as long as he can but falls asleep “next to” Baz within minutes. Baz realizes he’s sleeping but keeps talking about black holes while stroking the digital version of his boyfriend’s hair. And when he’s sure Simon isn’t going to wake up, Baz whispers about how much he loves him before falling asleep as well.

The next morning Simon wakes up alone in the game. Baz wakes up to the sound of his headset cracking under the weight of his skull.

Frantically he tries to turn on the console, reattach a piece of electronics that came off the headset, plead with a god he doesn’t believe in. Nothing works.

He searches for replacement pieces, a new headset, ways to convert the Tranquility game to newer systems, but there’s nothing. It’s a shitty game on an outdated console that no one cared about. He’s heartbroken.

Simon doesn’t realize anything’s wrong at first. He thinks Baz is just really busy for the first few weeks. Then he worries he did something to hurt him. Then he’s angry Baz never bothers to talk to him about why he left. Then he’s scared something happened to Baz.

For a few years he returns whenever he has the time, searches for Baz, or clues that Baz was there while he was away. But he’s never there, and there’s never any notes revealing he just missed Baz. Eventually he can’t stand to keep coming back to the deserted hotel. Whatever happened to Baz happened, deep down they both knew they couldn’t live this fantasy life in an old game forever.

Baz continues searching everywhere in real life and online for a way to get back to the game hotel, to Simon, but all he can find are parts he already has, or headsets that don’t work anymore like his.

Soon enough Simon can’t stand to even look at the gaming console. And he could use the extra money, so he decides to sell it. A local pawn shop takes it for less than Simon was hoping to get, but they said the name scratched into the side really devalues the piece.

After years of searching, Baz finds a full working console with headset for sale online, from an Earth seller. The interplanetary shipping is expensive, but worth it. When the console arrives Baz finds “SIMON SNOW” carved into the plastic exterior. He cries for days.

He boots up Tranquility The Game but he knows he’ll be the only one there. The hotel looks the same as it was the last time he played. He finds a note from Simon addressed to him, angrily asking why he left without a word, then another apologizing, saying he was just hurt but he knows things had to end at some point. Those were three years old. Simon never left anything else.

Baz decides to leave a note of his own: “Simon Snow. I wish I could tease you for carving your name into an electronic device; it’s extremely childish, and probably quite unsafe. Still, in a way I’m glad you did it. If you even found your way back here I’d hate for you to know the depth of my feelings, even after these long years. But I doubt you will. Knowing that is bittersweet. I will admit sometimes I still fantasize about you, about impossible ways we could still be friends, more than friends, anything other than ghosts haunting each other’s memories. Simon Snow, I loved you.”

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duskowithapen · 4 years ago

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Day Four: Long Distance Relationship

Writer’s Month 2020

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Kagami x Marinette

Across the Oceans, I Still See You

Kagami and Marinette didn’t exactly have a conventional relationship after leaving university. Their chosen professions seemed to lead them in opposite directions – much to their friends and family’s dismay. After all, how can you maintain a relationship with someone you rarely see?

Alya looked mournfully at her bestie. “I kinda feel sorry for you Marinette. With you and Kagami flying around the world every week, it’s like you guys never have the chance to just exist together – not like how Nino and I can. You guys don’t get that closeness.”

Marinette let her pencil slow over her sketchbook, attention grabbed by the screen across from her. Kagami was rambling – as much as she could ramble – about her day while she went through her work out routine. The fencer was at their apartment in Kyoto, and she was taking advantage of the private gym. Marinette couldn’t help but take in the view.

Floor to ceiling windows let in the summer sun, and it glinted off the sweat dotting Kagami’s arms and face. She had just finished her warmup routine and was going through an all body workout – mountain climbers, push ups, step ups, lunges, chest presses and arm curls. In between breaths she described the dress she saw at dinner with her mother. “It was an affront on the senses, koishii. The fabric was clearly cheap, the beadwork was shoddy, and the style was one I do not believe even you could make look good. Why people decide to show off every line and curve of their body within skin-tight polyester silk, I do not know, but I would prefer it if they did it far way from me. Wouldn’t you agree tentou-mushi?”

When Marinette didn’t reply, she held her push up at the lowest point and looked towards the camera. “Nette-chan? Is everything alright?”

Marinette blushed and looked away. “Sorry, yes, I agree, polyester silk should be banned from being used for anything but bag linings, you’re absolutely correct, I pity you for having to witness that.” This was all said in one breath, and she winced.

Sure enough, when she looked up, Kagami had come closer. “Were you distracted, mon chérie?”

With a huff, Marinette went back to her designs. “What do you expect when you look like that?”

“It’s alright Nette-chan. I watch you too,” Kagami winked. She had obviously been spending too much time around Adrien. “You get the most adorable wrinkles when you’re concentrating.”

That drew a giggle from Marinette, who turned to wink back at the camera. “Can’t wait till next week mon vouivre. Then we can get hot and sweaty together.”

That made Kagami, infamous ice queen, blush to the roots of her hair.

“How do you keep the romance alive Kagami?” Adrien asked over his hot chocolate – poor sunshine child had never quite gotten the taste for coffee. “It’s not like you can surprise Marinette with a romantic walk through the cherry blossom trees or have a picnic at the Eiffel tower if you guys aren’t in the same country.”

The video call clicked through to the view of dozens of small pale pink blooms. After a moment, they shook.

“What are these?!” Came Marinette’s unimpressed voice. The blossoms moved to show Marinette’s flushed face.

“I believe they are cherry blossoms, koishii.” Kagami resembled a cat who’d gotten the cream, the canary, and was contemplating the fish in the bowl. “Surprised?”

“Surprised?” Marinette screeched. “Gami-chan, I have seven bouquets of flowers in my hotel room!” She moved the camera so Kagami could see the tiny desk. Sitting on the surface were seven red fluted vases, each filled with a different kind of flower. There were pale orchids, bright pink dahlias, deep red roses, large sunflowers, purple-pink peonies, and orange tulips. One of the vases was empty – it used to hold cherry blossoms.

“Exactly. Seven bouquets for our seventh anniversary.” Kagami raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me that you forgot?”

“Of course I didn’t! Mon cher, you could have just gotten me seven flowers.” Marinette sat down on an armchair, jostling the camera before it came into focus on her face. “I’m gonna get you back for that.”

Kagami chuckled. “Of course you will koi.”

There was a knock.

“What is that?” She asked suspiciously.

Immediately, Marinette began to grin. “I believe someone is knocking at your door, my dearest Gami-chan. Perhaps you should go and answer it.”

Kagami was immediately suspicious. Leaving the phone propped up on a book so Marinette could see, she went and opened the door. There, she was met with the smiling face of Madame Dupain-Cheng.

“Hello, Kagami dear. Special delivery from Marinette!”

She slowly turned around. Marinette was cackling. “Enjoy your dinner mon vouivre!” She called before hanging up.

“That sneaky…” Kagami turned and smiled just a little awkwardly at her girlfriends’ mother. “Thank you very much for delivering this Madame Cheng.”

Her response was a careless wave and a more careful deposit of eight different boxes. “Please, call me Sabine dear. And I was happy too – Marinette was so excited when she made the order.”

The older woman let herself out while Kagami took the boxes to her table. There was a delivery box from their favourite restaurant – the same restaurant they went to on their first date. The other seven boxes each held a different kind of dessert – red and yellow macaroons, a cream filled chocolate éclair, strawberry filled dango, three red bean taiyaki, a large slice of opera cake topped with marzipan roses, a butterfly shaped palmier (or as Kagami knew them, genji pie) and in the largest box, a miniature croquembouche with black, red and gold glaze.

Kagami couldn’t help but laugh. She snapped a photo at the open boxes and texted it to Marinette: I believe you have ‘gotten me back good’. Have a wonderful anniversary koishii.

“Are you ever scared Marinette?” Juleka asked quietly. This was the first time she’d been away from Rose for an extended period of time. “Of Kagami finding someone different – someone she thinks is – is better?”

“Marinette, I believe I am going to stab someone. Please send bail money to the New York Police Department.”

“Who’s done what this time?” She laughed, zipping across the room on her chair to grab another bobbin.

“A particularly irritating competitor who will not be irritating anymore.”

“Gami-chan, you look horrid in orange. Think of what I will have to endure if you end up in prison!” Marinette quickly threaded her machine with ease of long practise and started pinning the shoulders of her most recent commission.

“If they do not find any evidence, I cannot be convicted.” Despite this, Kagami was finally sounding calmer.

“What did they do, mon cher?”

“I was… propositioned.” The fencer growled out. “Apparently because my girlfriend isn’t in the country, Madame Sebold believed I would be… amenable to an illicit… rendezvous in the changing rooms.” Kagami was breaking out the more formal vocabulary – she was clearly pissed.

Marinette’s hands froze over the pins. “I see.” She said quietly. “What exactly is this woman’s name?”

“You do not look good in orange either Nette-chan. The woman has been dealt with.”

“Are you okay Kagami? I don’t have my tablet for a proper video call, but I could use my phone?” She reached around the mound of fabric in preparation.

A laugh crackled through the phone. “No koishii, I have to go back out in a moment. I just wished to hear your voice.”

“Well then, listen all you want.” Marinette smiled softly. “I wish I was there though.”

“Oh? I do not believe Ladybug coming along and beating up an American fencer would be good press.”

“Ah, so she’s American.”

“Marinette.” Oops, that was Kagami’s no-nonsense tone. “I have handled things here. I do not want you to sully yourself dealing with such people. I assure you; Madame Sebold has been made well aware of her mistakes and thus shall not make them again.”

“Aww, mon vaillant vouivre.” Marinette cooed. “Were you protecting my honour?”

“A dragon always protects their hime.”

“So, Miss Tsurugi, as a fencing prodigy and candidate for the Tokyo Olympic Games, do you struggle with all the demands on your time? What does your girlfriend think of everything? I understand that she has similar time constraints – Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a rising star in the fashion world and regularly tours with Jagged Stone. Does this cause your relationship any strain?”

(“Good night mon cher.” Marinette said in the half-light, lying back on her bed half a world away.

“Sweet dream, koishii.”)

(Something to add to our holiday list! The text message came through at lunchtime, with a photo attached of Marinette pointing up at a sign for the Fushan Mountain in China and it’s hiking trails.)

(Kagami grinned softly at her propped phone. Marinette was waving her hands as she regaled her with the tale of a sneezing model and incorrectly placed flower beds. There was a plate of pizza before both of them.)

(Kagami started as her phone pinged just before her match. Opening it, she couldn’t help but smile. Have fun mon vouivre! Show them exactly why they should be afraid! The text was punctuated with red and yellow hearts, as well as a ladybug.)

“I love Marinette with all my heart. And I know she loves me. Distance can’t change that.”

Kagami’s eyes were immediately drawn to Marinette as she walked towards the baggage claim. Her left hand was sweaty around the bouquet – cherry blossoms and roses framed by vivid orange tulips. In her back pocket, she fingered a velvet box.

#marinette x kagami #miraculous ladybug #kagami tsuguri #marinette dupain cheng #ao3 #WritersMonth2020 #day four long distance relationship #four plus one #kinda

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televisionboy · 5 years ago

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ok so i finished the pacific today and i am feverently ordering some cute sid phillips headcanons, when he's with mary in the last episode i just 🥰 ty xx

YES OFC, this deleted when i tried to post it but it’s here! With help from @we-always-hit-our-ass !!

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So when you first met Sidney, you met him through a friend

guess which friend?

yep, Eugene Sledge set you both up

He was definitely in the back of the restaurant holding up a heart poster

speaking of dates, his favorite one to go on with you is taking you to see the sunset

you both sit on the hood of his car with his arm around you as you lean into him

he also takes you to dates at night to look at the stars, he’ll park next to a lake and you lay on the hood of his car while him softly talking to you

he loves cuddling ahh

Gene is over at your house a l o t

like Joey in FRIENDS he steals a lot of food from your fridge

To me, he holds a summer vibe so you travel a lot during the summer

You also love going to the farmers markets on Saturdays, his favorite foods are strawberries and candy but you can only get the first thing at the farmers market. That, or i’ve been going to the wrong farmers markets

When he first met you he was a blushing, stammering mess

and he still is, but he’s grown more comfortable.. like i mean pranking you

he loves seeing you in dresses, very feminine like

but don’t get him wrong! he’s always 100% ready to play sports with you too, you just might beat him

he likes to talk about your future with you, he’s always wanted to have a wife and at least 2 children with a big house. The american dream

You have a vegetable garden and every once in a while, you make a salad out of some of the stuff you grow

he brings home flowers all the time

like when he’s coming home from work, or even in your backyard. Next to the vegetable garden, there’s a flower garden

he started it in private to surprise you, we all don’t know how in the world that would work

he started planting daisies and tulips and then petunias and marigolds

when you’re asleep, from time to time he goes to the backyard and picks the flowers out and puts them in a vase on a tray with other food he’s made for you

He also thinks you’re so freaking beautiful

he cannot CANNOT control instant heart eyes around you, i mean who can?

when you’re putting on makeup, he’s so confused and amazed “woah! what’s that? fake eyelashes? but you already have them why do you need more?”

it’s like explaining makeup to an 8 year old boy

he may be confused about makeup but he buys you a lot. He does know that you look best with pink lipstick and it’s his favorite on you

he’s incredibly supportive even if he’s quiet and doesn’t show it sometimes

he talks about you so much to Eugene, all the time, I think it scared him away and you don’t know whether to miss him or be thankful

Sidney’s mama makes the best food and she invites you over every Sunday evening for dinner. She makes sure you’re full and then brings out dessert (it’s always cake!)

your favorite thing to do with Sid, is when he takes you on picnics

he packs a whole ass cherry pie. yes you heard me right, a PIE. He also makes sandwiches and he calls his mom on how to make her famous sweet tea

your sweet beagle runs around while he tells you funny stories, sometimes it’s about Leckie and Hoosier and sometimes it’s about just stuff that happened at his work

Your beagle was a birthday present, after a few months of dating Sidney, your birthday rolled around

She’s a ball of energy! You’ve rarely see her relax

he’s such a sweetie i love him so much

#the pacific #sidney phillips #sidney phillips headcanons #sidney phillips x reader #sidney phillips imagine #sid phillips #sid phillips imagine #sid phillips headcanons #sid phillips x reader

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signsofsam · 4 years ago

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9-1-1 Week, Day Two: Come a Little Closer

Buck tosses his controller down when he loses yet again, hands going into the air as he mutters something about Eddie cheating, again. “It’s not possible for you to be this good. What are you doing? How are you doing it? Teach me your ways, Obi-Wan! I wish to be your padawan!”

“Anakin ended up evil in the end, Buck; I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t know evil if it smacked you upside your pretty head.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

Prompt: “You scared the shit out of me” + fun

AO3 Link Here

Notes:

Song title is from Rollercoaster by Bleachers.

This is part one in a series (Day 3 is part 2, Day 5 is part 3). Thank you all for the lovely support of my writing; my week has gone kind of wonky after receiving bad news on Friday, and honestly right now I really need the happiness posting fics brings me. But you didn’t come here for my sob stories so here you go.

“You want to maybe come over after school? Bobby’s going to be home and I think he said something about cooking burgers, and we’ve got the PS4?”

Eddie never wanted to move to California. He loved Texas, he loved his life in Texas, but Abuela was sick, and she needed his parents, and so here he was, starting his life over in LA at sixteen. And it was difficult, at first, but then he’d met Buck in school, and it made California so much better. Buck’s tall and muscular and good looking and funny and smart and Eddie may-just may-have the slightest crush on him (after he went through his initial do I really like guys? I think I really like guys phase and decided that he at least liked Buck and that was fine and he didn’t need to define it any further for now), and he can’t really figure out why Buck wants to hang out with him, the new kid, when he’s fairly affable and popular.

But that’s what Buck did-he came and sat with Eddie at an empty table his second day there with an easy smile and a “hi, I’ve Evan, but everyone calls me Buck. I think you’re in my English class?” Eddie hadn’t asked why Buck didn’t go by Evan; instead, Buck had prodded him about where he came from and then asked about a million questions about Texas, and that was it. Buck became Eddie’s best friend, and a light in the dark of California, and through Buck, Eddie gained a whole gaggle of new friends.

“Yo, Diaz? You coming tonight? I gotta text Bobby yes or no.” Buck’s grinning, and Eddie jumps, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

“Sorry. Um, yeah. I just need to let my mom know,” Eddie answers, and Buck’s smile widens before he has to turn back to focus on their teacher.

When they first hung out, Eddie thought maybe Bobby was Buck’s stepfather, but then he met this petite African-American woman in uniform who Buck had squeezed in a tight hug and introduced as his mom, Athena, and Eddie had realized that Buck’s past wasn’t the normal apple pie, all-American upbringing he’d thought. Through the months, he’s met Athena’s kids, May and Harry, and her ex-husband Michael, and how they all seem to work together as one big, happy family, and one night after some football game he and Buck had gotten super drunk and Buck had told him how his real parents had abandoned him and his older sister. He’d been sloppy drunk as he told him about finding Bobby when he was twelve, Maddie gone, and how Bobby would say Buck rescued him just as much as Bobby rescued Buck. He’d smiled about how Bobby first introduced him to Athena, and how it’d been tough to blend their families at first, but now...now that was the only type of family he could imagine. He considered May and Harry his siblings (and Maddie. He’d gotten sad as he talked about her, and even drunk, all Eddie wanted to do was comfort him), and Michael was another grown-up he could go to and trust, almost like a third parent.

Buck likes to blabber about sad things when he drinks, but most of the other time, he’s like an overzealous, overjoyous golden retriever. He’s practically bouncing by the time they get out of school, leading Eddie to his Jeep, and his happiness is infectious, especially when it mixes with LA’s perfect weather and Buck singing whatever pop song comes up next on the radio.

Bobby is preparing things in the kitchen when they come through the door, and he smiles when Buck greets him. “Hey, kiddo, kiddo’s best friend.”

“Hey, Mr. Nash. Thanks for letting me come over.”

“No problem, Eddie. You two are lucky; Harry’s gonna help me with the grill, so the gaming stuff is all yours’. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours; you two have fun.”

And they do. Playing against Buck is fun, because he gets so weirdly competitive and flustered when he loses, and, to be frank, Eddie is kick ass at Mario Kart. Buck likes to trash talk, and he has yet to realize that Eddie can listen to it while solely focusing on winning the race, and that Eddie knows it riles Buck up when he doesn't react, and that’s all sorts of fun by itself.

“Anakin ended up evil in the end, Buck; I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t know evil if it smacked you upside your pretty head.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

Eddie glances at Buck, and he doesn’t seem...mad. He’s watching Eddie through his thick eyelashes, eyes just as bright blue as ever, but...he’s searching for something, too. Buck leans in, and the kiss is soft, sweet, a barely there press of lips, Eddie’s hands still around his controller, and he doesn’t have enough time to react before Buck pulls away, eyes wide and...scared? He’s watching Eddie, cautious. “I-”

He freezes when Eddie drops the controller, and Eddie can feel him shaking when he wraps his hand around Buck’s bicep to pull him close and kiss him again, Eddie’s other hand coming up to card through Buck’s mussed hair, and it takes a moment, and Buck’s gasping into him, and it’s everything Eddie’s thought about since Buck sat beside him in the lunchroom all those months ago.

Someone coughs behind them, and they break apart, Buck grinning sheepishly at Athena. "Dinner's done, if you two want to come join us outside," she says, eyebrow raised, but she breaks out her own smile when Buck nods. "I'm going to send Harry in here if you're not out there in five minutes." With that, she heads back out to the patio, and Eddie and Buck are alone again.

Buck groans, pressing his forehead into Eddie's shirt. "Well, that wasn't at all embarrassing or anything," he whispers. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Huh?"

"I was scared to kiss you, because I wasn't sure if that was what you wanted and I wasn't sure if you were going to do something like punch me or-"

"I've pretty much been dreaming about kissing you since I met you, Buck. This is completely all right. I’m completely not opposed to doing it again sometime.”

Buck grins. “Yeah?”

“In fact, we should do that again after a date, on Friday? I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“So...you want me to wait until Friday to kiss you again? I don’t….I think I have a better chance of winning Mario Kart against you.” Eddie laughs, and Buck kisses him again, quick, like lightning, well aware that very soon his very nosy younger brother will come searching for them. “A date on Friday sounds fantastic, though. I’ll be there.”

So yes, Eddie misses Texas something fierce, all the time, but...one look at Buck smiling cheekily at him across the table? Imagining what could be? It made California feel a little more like home.

#my writing #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 #911week2020 #911 fic #high school au #friends to lovers #eddie diaz #evan buckley #bobby nash #athena grant #day 2 #my definition of fun is super loose and sorry for that #To the Rhythm of a Wild Heart series #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #first kiss

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perhapsitmaybedragons · 4 years ago

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God’s a Right Bastard, But Then So Am I Chapter 5

Actually wrote this one last night and managed to refrain myself from immediately posting.

As always, here’s the AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26633029/chapters/65211916

Or you can read below:

Angels have been around Forever. Demons technically have as well, but when they first started they were angels, too, so it doesn't really count. Patience was a learned practice for all of them, or at least it should have been. They were rushing it this time. Last time they'd used thousands of years of planning and everything had fallen to pieces mere inches from the finish line. It was making all of the angels antsy – this time they were going to get into things as quickly as they could.

But that didn't mean they couldn't find the time to bother someone.

Normally Gabriel wouldn't show his irritation. Or in the old days he might have found someone he could smite without the Almighty getting upset at him. But that was the old days. Smiting just wasn't the way of things anymore, and since they were working with demons he couldn't even take it out on them. Still, he had to bother someone, get under their skin the way that failed Armageddon was under his.

Which is why he was now at Aziraphale's door, a basket in hand.

Aziraphale's eyes went wide when he'd answered – assuming that Crowley had finally showed up to start discussing things he hadn't even bothered to check before opening the door. He tensed up at the sight of the archangel.

“Gabriel,” he squeaked out, motioning desperately behind his hands for the others to hide. “Whatever could bring you here? I did think heaven and I were on the uh...outs, so to speak these days.”

“Nonsense!” Gabriel said jovially, taking great pleasure in watching Aziraphale squirm. He'd already sensed the humans there – and Adam, for that matter. He was only a little surprised – he was actually more surprised Crowley wasn't here, but he figured that was actually a point in his favor. “You know, I just got it into my head – you've been living here since?”

“Since the beginning,” Aziraphale answered automatically, now trying to shut the door in Gabriel's face. Gabriel pushed the door open wider and let himself in. “Now really isn't a good time. Perhaps you could come back later?” His tone strongly implied that 'later' actually meant 'never'.

“Ah, but then you wouldn't be able to introduce me to your friends,” Some people might have described Gabriel's smile as he said that as being 'snake-like'. Aziraphale knew better. Snakes only attacked in self defense or out of hunger. This was the smile that only belonged to the type of predator that played with its food.

Aziraphale considered playing stupid – the words “what humans” almost came out of his mouth, but before he could make that mistake, Adam came out from behind one of the bookshelves.

“You're one of them angels,” he made a face, “You tried to get me to go along with it and destroy everyone.”

Gabriel opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. “And I am so sorry,” The apology sounded sincere, yet the words also sounded like they were ...dripping. “I am here to make amends, though I suppose it's not the best way to do it. See, I also have just a teeny, tiny little favor I'd like to ask of you, Aziraphale.”

“He's not one of you anymore,” Adam crossed the room, trying to station himself between the angels. Anathema came out of her own hiding place to grab him, Newt trailing just behind her. She managed to grab Adam and pull him back, but he continued scowling, making half-hearted attempts to get out of her grip.

“Aziraphale can handle himself,” she said reassuringly. Adam couldn't see her face – which was pointed at Aziraphale and trying to communicate the question 'can you handle this?' without having to come out and say it. Aziraphale just thought she looked a little constipated.

“It's just a quick lesson,” Gabriel said, holding up his basket. He pulled the small towel covering the contents to the side. “I have some very nice apples and I thought, well, I had hoped to make an apple pie. But I've never actually baked before,” he turned his full attention back to Aziraphale and ignored the others. “I thought you could help me? It's my understanding you're pretty fond of human food, so you could help me get it exactly right.”

“Pies can be a bit tricky,” Aziraphale agreed. “But apple pie's a bit ...American. Wouldn't you rather an apple crumble? Ooh, or a nice spiced cake – one with caramel or toffee icing, perhaps?”

“No,” Gabriel said shortly, looking annoyed. He had planned for Aziraphale to be on guard and scared the whole time. Not launching into a bunch of other dessert ideas. “It really should be an apple pie. Heard so much about it.”

“He doesn't have the ingredients,” Newt was trying to come to the rescue, but he was thinking in human terms again.

Gabriel moved the basket of apples so that he only gripped it in one hand, did a complicated gesture with the other hand and now he had a basket with anything else one could need to make an apple pie – including a very nice pie tin.

“He'll help you with the pie,” Adam decided for them, “But then you have to leave. And you can't bother Aziraphale ever again. Do you promise?” Gabriel nodded. “I mean it. You're an angel – you can't just make a promise and then do it anyway.”

Gabriel smiled. “You have my word as an angel – I will never, ever, bother Aziraphale and his little book shop ever again.”

Adam and Aziraphale both looked satisfied, so Newt fell in line and breathed a sigh of relief. Anathema, however, was adjusting her glasses and squinting. “You should probably get started on that pie,” she suggested. “Adam could give you a hand.”

“That would be lovely,” Aziraphale agreed. He grabbed an apple from the basket and offered it to Adam. “Here, you could try the first bite, make sure they're good enough?” He smiled at the reversal and made a mental note to tell Crowley later that he'd tempted the human into biting the apple this time – but Gabriel snatched the apple out of Adam's hands before he could take a bite.

“Sorry,” Once more his tone as apologetic, but Adam hadn't missed the flash of anger that crossed Gabriel's features. “I have exactly enough for the pie. You understand.” Adam didn't – if Gabriel had never made a pie before, how could he be certain he had exactly enough? But he didn't press.

“Well, we'll just pop into the kitchen,” Aziraphale explained to Newt and Anathema. He seemed to want them to do something, but he couldn't communicate it with Gabriel there. They stayed planted where they were and watched as the two angels and the Anti-Christ disappeared into a kitchen that was only sometimes there.

Anathema waited until she felt as confident as she could that they wouldn't hear her. “His aura's wrong.”

“I thought you couldn't see Adam's?”

“No, not Adam's. The angel – Gabriel, not Aziraphale. There's something tinged there. Aziraphale's aura is solid white except at the edges where it's sort of black, but the kind of black you can see stars in. Gabriel's looks like ...like a white silk shirt that someone's done a pretty good job of washing a stain out, but if you look closely enough it's still there.”

“Well, maybe his aura's always looked like that?”

“No, it hasn't. I saw it when he was trying to get Adam to restart Armageddon. Back then it was solid white.”

“Well, you said Aziraphale's isn't solid white at the edges, should we really be worried about this?”

She grumbled. Newt had agreed to read all of her occultist books and magazines, but he still didn't believe in a good portion of it. “Auras changing like this is a big deal, especially for someone like an angel. They're supposed to be timeless and unchanging.”

“Maybe it's because the definition of goodness changed,” he offered. Newt had not yet figured out that sometimes someone wants to be listened to without any input. Anathema thought she was explaining things, Newt thought they were spitballing ideas together. She groaned.

“Maybe, it's possible but I don't think so. I wish we knew some more angels so we could test it,” she moved forward just enough to peer into the kitchen. Aziraphale was making Adam wash his hands before he would allow the boy to help in any way. She grabbed Aziraphale's phone from where he'd left it – on top of one of the bookshelves.

“Why are you using his phone?”

“Does Crowley answer anyone else?” She said shortly, stabbing at the buttons to dial.

“Aziraphale?”

“Crowley!”

“What are you doing with angel's phone?” Crowley sounded slightly amused. “That's you, Anathema, right?”

“Yes. Crowley, listen – there's an angel in the bookshop.”

“Er –yeah, he owns the place. That's kind of been his thing for a hundred plus years.”

“No,” she paced as she talked. “Not him! One of the other ones. Gabriel?”

“Gabriel's there?! What the hell are you all still doing in there?! Get out, get out right now. And put Aziraphale on the line, he should know better than to let Gabriel in there-”

“Crowley,” she interrupted, “Aziraphale is in the kitchen with Gabriel. Oh – um..and Adam, actually. And by the way, we've all been trying to get a hold of you lately. They're helping Gabriel make an apple pie.”

“What?” Crowley asked flatly.

“An apple pie,” Anathema now wished she hadn't brought it up. It sounded ridiculous and it sounded so ...wholesome. Two angels helping a curly haired, sweet blond boy making an apple pie? She was pretty sure her mom had sent a postcard like that to her aunt once.

“Ok. Keep an eye on all of them, but maybe this is just a power move,” Crowley seemed to be deep in thought. “I'll be on my way soon. After someone starts giving me some answers.” He hung up and Anathema momentarily wondered if he were also in a hostage situation – just one were he was the captor.

“Sit and wait,” she said to Newt's questioning expression. “But if he offers us any of that pie, I wouldn't take it.”

Crowley set the phone down and adjusted the gramophone on the coffee table. “I know you're there and I think you know that I know, so let's just have a nice chit chat before I run off to save my incredibly stupid friends.”

I'm glad you have friends now, God offered meekly.

“Come off it and let's get on track. What were those vials?” He had a sneaking suspicion and if he was right things were about to get even worse. Right now he just had to get Her to show her hand. Something he didn't think anyone – human, angel, demon or other – had ever managed. He waited with his arms crossed, feeling a little like a petulant teenager. The kind that's been forbidden from doing something really fun, but the parents settled on their reasoning as 'Because we said so' instead of coming out with the truth.

The vials are their plan. Part of it, at least.

“Yes, obviously! I think I could riddle that part out for myself. I want to know what the vials do. What's in them, can they be counteracted? Should I have thrown them out when I had the chance?”

Silence.

“You know, if you aren't going to help me I can't keep helping you. And I don't think you'll be able to keep your promise anyway. Can you?”

I can, She insisted.

“How can you? You don't know what's happening anymore!” He pushed himself off the sofa and glared down at the gramophone. “You didn't know for sure that those vials would be there or what they do, did you?”

You always did ask too many questions, Her voice was soft now. There was no accusation – she said it fondly, actually. it made you realize things before any of the others. You're right, Crowley. I can still see flashes – I still see all of Earth, all of the humans – but most of the angels and demons are hidden from me. I can't even see into the uppermost boardroom in heaven anymore. I have a sense for what they may be doing, but I no longer know. It's recent, but they've decided they don't want me to know.

Several thousand years ago, right before he'd fallen, Crowley would have been gratified to finally hear God being forced to tell him an absolute truth, especially one that admitted that even she didn't always know what was going on. But this? This was horrifying.

“How did they even manage that?” He didn't mean for it to come out sympathetic, but it did. “You're everywhere, see everything.”

“Not anymore.”'

“Ah. Well. ...sorry about th---shit,” Crowley headed toward the door. “Gabriel's at Aziraphale's – if you don't know what he's up to right now...” he didn't finish the thought, just slammed the door behind him.

Good luck God said as though anyone could hear her anymore.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #gabriel #good omens god #adam young #anathema device #anathema #newt #newton pulsifer

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Green Eyes

Loki x Human!Oblivious!Reader

Synopsis: You were trying to figure out the man that laid in front of you. He was anything but human, but you didn't know what he was yet. He spoke of banishment and a brother who he hated, and quickly, you fell for the green-eyed stranger called Loki in a barn surrounded by thunderstorms and a villain lurking about.

PS: The reader is oblivious to the Avengers and I’m putting this as sometime after Thor but before Avengers. So that little sliver of time where the Avengers aren't around and the reader can be 100% clueless about ‘aliens’. Also, Loki in the comics has Green eyes, so don't @ me. XOXO. This was lowkey my favorite Loki fic I have written, so go easy ;). Also if you aren't American and more importantly Midwestern, you may be confused by some things. It’s okay, I, as a midwesterner, understand you and am also confused. I will tell you that if you don’t know something go ahead and look it up! The pictures will help :) OKAY, BACK TO IT!

Song: American Money (Away Remix) by BORNS (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dovRfPNl80w)

It was a cloudy day in the little Illinois town that you called home. No more than 500 people meant that little things such as fire trucks going out and a cop pulling a person over were talked about like it was the biggest thing that ever happened in the boring town. You didn't like it though. In fact, you quite hated the little town that you had to call home. Most times, you found yourself in the middle of a cornfield, especially when it was about to rain. Your father being a farmer meant you had free range over the 100 acres that your family owned. You took advantage of that fact. There were 100′s of acres to get lost in and disassociate for a couple of hours. Instead of a farmers girl, you were a superhero and even though superheroes didn't exist, it still made you feel special for once. You looked up at the clouds that got darker and darker the more you walked. The feel of the sharp soil under your naked toes brought comfort as you ran your fingers along the tall cornstalks leaves. There was a drought going on where you lived and the soil felt like the sand of a dessert. Dry and sharp. Yet it still brought comfort. Light exploded in the dark cloud and your eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. This wasn't like any lightning you saw. It came down quickly, light never once fading like a meteorite would after entering the atmosphere. It lit up the acres like a flashlight and the speed of it broke the sound barrier as it barreled towards you. You screeched as it got closer before ducking down into the corn, covering your head and hoping it would miss. The object slammed into the ground 100 feet from you and the dusty soil flew up and fell all around you. (I was there when you fell from the clouds). You stood up incredulously, eyes wide and mouth agape as you looked at all the cornstalks that fell down due to the sound wave that followed the collision. You could see the figure, and realized quickly it was no meteorite.

It was a person.

You walked closer to it, scared that it would harm you. (And landed in the desert). The desert-like surroundings making you feel like you were far from home. Far from the normal thunderstorms and far from normalcy. (There was a thunder inside of my heart). Your heart hammered around like thunder the closer you got. Finally, you got to the figure and used your foot to nudge his shoulder. This caused it to lean forward before falling onto its back. You jumped and squealed in fear, but quickly calmed down seeing that he was not awake. “Are you dead?” you whispered to no one in particular as you knelt and ran a hand down his face. Your eyebrows crinkled as you saw blue appear from under his pale skin the minute your fingers touched it. Your heart hammered harder as you sat down cross-legged into the dirt. Something about that touch made you hungry as if you wanted to touch him more. (There was a wonderful pleasure). You thought about leaving him there and calling the police, but then you had a better idea. Your parents weren't home for a couple of days, so what would be the harm of taking this stranger in. Sure he fell from the sky, but he couldn't be a villain...

Could he?

You had managed to get onto an old Four-Wheeler that your father had in the barn only a half a mile away from where the man laid. You were hoping and praying he wouldn't have disappeared as you drove through the corn quickly. Your heart relaxed when you saw him still laying there, either soundly sleeping or knocked out cold. You stopped the ATV before swinging off of it and walking over to him. You brushed away the thoughts of your father possibly killing you once he found out you brought a greasy looking man into your little farmhouse, but what he didn't know didn't hurt him.

Right?

You managed to pull him up onto the back of the Four-Wheeler where you would normally lay hay or other farm equipment that you had to take to your father who was in the middle of a field. You heard thunder overhead and looked up in angst. Feeling a raindrop hit your nose, you climbed back on and took off. All while holding the man's arm to make sure he was still there and not about to fall off. (And like a stallion racing the rain). The rain began to fall harder and you raced faster and faster to get back to the barn. If your dad didn't find out about the man, he would certainly know about all of the corn you were ruining. (You rode on the back of my bike). You looked back to make sure he was alright and were relieved to see him still asleep, but a little more lively as he winced at the bumps. (I knew from the song that you sang). The thunder rumbled in your ears as the rain began to soak you to the bone. (You were my lover for life). You pulled up and into the barn just in time as the wind picked up and the trees blew violently. Putting the ATV in park and shutting it off, you flew off it and ran to the banging barn door. Grabbing it, you slid it shut so that there was a barrier between you and the wicked thunderstorm that rumbled outside. Instantly, you were enveloped in silence, other than of course, the occasional whistle of the wind outside. You clutched onto the barn door, the soft glow of the lights above giving you warmth and sense of security that you needed. You always hated thunderstorms. They were violent and deadly. Something you always hated. You let out a small exhale before turning towards the ATV, but your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the empty ATV. (Oh, there's no time to sleep). You felt frozen in fear and had to physically force yourself out of the trance to go a step forward. Looking around the barn, the mysterious man was nowhere in sight. You walked over towards the ATV in pure distress. (Oh, living in a dream). Did you dream that? Did you disassociate from the real world into your fantasy dream, and dream him up? You grabbed your head in confusion, you had never done that before. (So take me to the paradise). You exhaled in disbelief before backing away from the Four-Wheeler. “I’m just imagining things. Yes, imagining things. He wasn't real... Ha ha ha so funny.....” you tried so hard to laugh it off and act like it wasn't a big deal, but it was. You dreamed up a man, a man that could bring you some sort of paradise to your boring life. You hit a wall, and your blood ran cold at the impact. There was never a wall here.

“Oh I am very real darling” the voice whispered in your ear, causing you to take a sharp intake of air before whirling around and facing the man awake and towering over you. (It's in your eyes). You knew you should have been afraid of him. But his eyes. They were blueish green, but his green outfit made them greener than they were blue. They took your breath away and seemed to calm you down at the same time. The green in them reminded you of the money you had in your back pocket. (Green like American money). The American currency to you was never beautiful. That was until you met this man. Your eyes went to his lips, pink and plump. (You taste just right). You began to wonder what he tasted like. Did he taste like the Sweet Tea that was mixed with honey from Tennessee that your father got every spring? (Sweet like Tennessee honey). Did he taste like the sweet corn you would have in the summer? Did he taste like the pumpkin pie your mom made on Thanksgiving? Or, did he taste like the mint that was infused in the candy canes you handed out at Christmas time as the white snow fell around you? What did he taste like? More importantly.

WHY WERE YOU STARING?!

Your eyes shot up to his eyes once more, cheeks bright red as you saw a knowing smirk on his lips. He knew you were staring... (And we can run away). You wanted to run away right then and there, but you couldn't move. You dripped with cold late summer rain, and it felt like you just got out of a swimming pool. (Swimming in the sunlight every day). Except, you didn’t have the sun to warm you after the cool dip into the water. All you had was his intense gaze that made you feel like a lobster being boiled alive. He was far from the sun... He made things 10x hotter. (Paradise, it's in your eyes). Yet, in the dim lights, his green eyes added a coolness that made you feel safe and secure. You were confused as to why though. He was a stranger, if anything, you should be running from him. His sharp features and height should have sent you running as they screamed arrogant and dangerous. (Green like American money). But his eyes, his eyes spoke of something different. They were soft and careful as if he didn't want to scare you away. His lips must have moved because his eyebrows shot up incredulously. “Sorry what” you whispered out as you shook yourself from your trance.

He chuckled lightly, the smile reaching his eyes before looking to the side. “I said that you had a staring problem, but you were staring at me too hard to hear it” he teased before looking back at you. Your cheeks reddened more and he rolled his eyes playfully before walking away from you to look at the barn. You stood there, looking at the ground in confusion before turning swiftly to watch him walk. (So we took to the Calico road). He left you in a stupor like no one else ever could do before. You wanted to get answers from him, and since the rain was the way that it was outside. This was a perfect time to take the road less traveled and get the explanations you needed. Simple explanations. Like who he was, where he's from... WHY HE FELL FROM THE FREAKING SKY?!

(Running from the weather). “Are you going to ask questions or do I have to do all the talking love?” He spoke up, once more drawing you from your thoughts. Following his words was a great big flash of lightning and some thunder, causing him to look at the roof in slight fear. “Afraid of lightning?” you blurted out. You mentally cursed yourself for allowing your first question to be whether he was afraid of lightning like you were. The thunder never scared you as much as the lightning, but you always blamed it on the thunder anyway. “Way to go Y/n” you whispered to yourself as you slammed your palm against your head. “I am not...” he started as he looked back at you with confused eyes, “But I’m not too overly fond of what follows...” This caused your head to cock in confusion as you let your hand fall from your face. (There was a highway inside of her eyes). He pinpointed that he was on Midgard, only because most of the beings on this wretched planet acted like you. Trembling and pesky little things, yet, you seemed different. Your e/c eyes were bright under the lights of the barn and it, for some reason, made his heart rate pick up a little every time he looked at you. It was as if you were similar to other humans but different in more ways than you were ever similar. You were nervous on the outside but strong in your heart. He could tell that by just the way you were standing, shaking in fear but still holding your ground. (There was a buried treasure). To him, there was a treasure inside of you, something he would dig for and end up getting if he tried. The thing was though, was that he didn't even know you. Yet at this moment, he felt like he only knew you. Like his brother didn't matter and all that mattered was you. Midgardians, he scoffed to himself, but he didn't realize it was out loud.

“Midgardians?” you questioned, causing him to freeze in fear of saying too much. You were clearly someone who did not know about the other worlds, and he wanted to spare you that pain of knowing too much. He wishes he could go back when he didn't know too much. Like before he knew he was a frost giant and that his ‘father’ was a liar and a kidnapper. None of that mattered though. (And we got caught in the storm). Lightning flashed once more and a large clap of thunder followed, causing you to scream and cover your ears in fear. His head cocked as he walked over to you, cautiously so as not to spook you further. “Are you alright darling?” he questioned softly as he reached out a hand to your arm, but stopped at the thought of you seeing him as he truly was. (You started flying a kite). “Just afraid of some storms is all” you whimpered out as you adjusted yourself and walked over to the door to look out. The rain started to pour harder than you thought possible and you knew you’d be stuck there for a few hours. (At the end was the key to my heart). He was playing a dangerous game giving out his heart like this. He was Loki, Laufeyson. God of Mischief. He was no man of comfort. His skin was as cold as his heart and he could not fall for a Midgardian woman. Nonetheless, one he met only minutes ago.

And yet here he was. (You were my lover for life).

He thought he was going crazy as he approached you once more. “I don't know your name,” he whispered out shakily. It felt like he wasn't in control of his tongue or body, otherwise, he would have left you and never said a word. You turned your head a little, contemplating whether to tell him your name or not. Your father's lectures ran through your head on repeat about stranger danger and what not to do in situations like this...

But you broke too many rules already, so why stop now.

“Y/n” you stated firmly before turning and looking at him sternly. Part of you was offended that he was asking the questions around here since you were the one deserving the answers. “That's a beautiful name” he whispered out sweetly nearly causing your knees to buckle and for you to lose your composure. You quickly fixed it and crossed your arms to remain strong. “And yours?” You pressed finally finding your voice. He chuckled lowly before turning to the side and walking towards some farm equipment. “Loki. Previously OdinSon. Now LaufeySon. God of Mischief.” He stated proudly as he turned to look at you cockily hoping to see your disbelief. But you just looked confused.

“Who?” you asked with crinkled brows and a frown set into your forehead. His cool composure fell and he realized you were clueless. “Loki... Never heard of me?” he pressed causing you to shake your head childishly. He sighed before coming up with an idea, “How about I tell you about myself and where I am from... will that help?” he asked sweetly. You nodded softly and he opened his mouth to begin his long story. (Oh, there's no time to sleep).

It took a long time to get through his story, but by the time he was done, it felt like you were in a dream. (Oh, living in a dream). He was a fantastic storyteller, but it didn't explain who he truly was and why he fell from the sky. He looked at you with a big smile after he was finished and was pleased to see your dazed look. “That story was amazing, you should write a book about it,” you said innocently, causing his smile to falter and his arms to drop from their ‘ta-da’ position. “I’m a God you Midgardian, how hard is that to understand” he growled frustratedly but calmed himself when he saw you cringe back in fear at his outburst. You fell silent and looked at your hands in embarrassment. “Sorry?” You questioned after looking back up at him. He sighed before rubbing his face and walking towards you quickly. You flinched but he pulled a bucket in front of you and sat down on it. (So take me to the paradise). He grabbed your hand and it made your heart stop as the coldness made the hairs raise on your arms.

“I’m a God, the God of Mischief to be exact. I can do magic and many people call me a witch, but really, it's just my mother who is a witch, not me.” He stated softly as he turned your hand over so that your palm was up. He moved his finger down the skin of your palm and a glow followed his finger, causing your eyes to widen as you looked up at him. (It's in your eyes). His green eyes were illuminated in the glow that was on your palm. (Green like American money). “This can’t be real” you whispered as you searched his eyes for any sign that this was fake, that you were passed out somewhere in the field and this was all a dream. A very realistic and beautiful dream. (You taste just right). His face was close to yours, and once again, you wondered how he tasted. (Sweet like Tennessee honey). Was he sweet like the words he spoke? Or was he sour like the way he walked? The rain had stopped, causing you both to look up at the ceiling in pure relief. “I’m very real” he whispered as he stood and drug you up with him. Your bodies were close together and you looked down at your shoes in discomfort. He let go of your hand just then and you stepped away afraid you made him feel bad. “Someones here” he whispered out before walking past you and towards the door. “Probably my aunt” you called out before turning around and walking towards him. “Nothing to-” an explosion outside caused you both to fly back, his arms wrapped around your body and protected you both from the explosion and the impact of the fall that followed. Your skull cracked onto the hard ground and you moaned out in pain as his grip around you loosened.

“Not my aunt” you whispered out shakily as your head began to spin and you sat up to see a man dressed in all black approach you both. “Definitely not my aunt-” but you were cut off once more by Loki lifting you up and putting you onto your feet. “RUN” he screamed in your face as you backed away shakily finally seeing the gigantic blade the thing was holding. (And we can run away). You took 3 steps back before tripping on some rubble, typical of you but luckily you caught yourself and took off. You ran out of what would be the back of the barn and into the corn. (Swimming in the sunlight every day). Sweat poured down you as the sun that was now out beat down onto your poor body. Your mind was spinning still and you stumbled quite a bit. Reaching an opening, you heard laughing all around you, causing you to spin around in anguish. (Paradise, it's in your eyes). You just wanted him and his calm eyes. The one person that you only met hours ago, seemed to be the only one to calm you down now. “WHO ARE YOU?!” you screamed out before a figure emerged. (Green like American money).

“Loki” you whispered out exasperatedly before running forward and grasping him in a hug. Looking up at him with teary eyes, you thanked him over and over for protecting you, but then you realized something. His eyes...

They weren’t green.

“Who are you” you whispered before pushing out of the strangers grasp. He chuckled, it first sounded like Loki but suddenly morphed into a deeper tone that sounded demonic. (We carved our love in the mountainside). “You were never apart of the plan... But I’m happy you are now, human” it snarled as it got closer and closer to you. You stumbled while backing up and your head slammed into the rock below, only making the spinning worse. (We soaked our hearts in the rain). The mud-stained your clothes and caked your hair and you felt like you were paralyzed. “Who are you” you whimpered out as it leaned down and ran its long finger down your neck. “it's not who I am that matters... Its who I work for that does” He hissed lowly before standing up fully and smiling at you sickeningly.

You began to go in and out of consciousness, and you weren't sure if you would feel death or not. Would it hurt? Would it be fast? The thing raised its staff down at you and you closed your eyes, praying to pass out before it happened. “I’ll do it” was the last thing you heard before you were out like a light. Not knowing whether or not it was death that consumed you but you knew one thing for sure. That voice. It was Loki’s voice. That was the last thing you heard. (And I, waited my whole life, for you). Somehow, you were okay with his voice being the last thing you would ever hear. You just wished his eyes were the last thing you ever saw.

Your e/c shot open and you inhaled sharply before sitting up quickly. You winced in pain before grabbing your head as the world spun around you. You balanced yourself before looking up slowly, jumping a little at the sight of Loki sitting at the end of your bed. His back was facing you and while he had a weirdly shaped helmet on his head, you knew it was him from all of the green. (So take me to the paradise). “Loki?” you whispered out softly, hoping it would make him move, but if anything, it made him go more rigid. His bouncing leg stopped and he looked forward into the mirror to look at you in it. Your face, it was so sweet and precious. You were innocent, and now, you were a weapon against him. “I’m so sorry for what I have done” he whispered out, still staring intently at you in the mirror. His green eyes took your breath away once more and his words sent a chill down your spine. (It's in your eyes). “You did nothing wrong Loki? That... That thing was not your fault-”

“No, but my following actions were” he pressed as he turned and looked you straight on. Your breath caught in your lungs at the piercing color that made you melt and fall in love. (Green like American money). He was someone you just met, but you couldn't help the feeling. The feeling that all of this was meant to happen. “God works in mysterious ways” you whispered out causing him to chuckle darkly and shake his head at you. He leaned forward before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. (You taste just right). You were right, he did taste perfect. Like honey that you stirred in your hot tea. (Sweet like Tennessee honey). He tasted as sweet as his words. He pulled away and looked at you painfully. He grew to care for you and you would forever be his little human. His Midgardian. Which is why he had to go. (And we can run away). “I have to go little human” he whispered out sadly as you grabbed for his hand anxiously. “We can run from this, I know we barely know each other, but I don't want you to leave me” you whispered shakily as you searched his eyes for something, anything. You felt adventure with him. You felt love when with him. For once in your life, you weren't bored. You only knew each other for less than a day, but less than a day is enough to decide who you wanna spend your life with. He shook his head before lifting your hand and pecking your knuckles softly. “I’ll keep you safe... I promise...” he whispered once more before using the staff he was holding to form a portal. You looked at him shakily but didn't make a move to stop him. He stepped through, leaving you in your bed. Feeling alone once more.

(Swimming in the sunlight every day). He stood there, the Other walking around and proclaiming how he would help by leading the Chitauri in taking over the earth. His brain was swimming with worrying thoughts, but he knew that if he followed through, you’d be safe. He closed his eyes, thinking over your face, your beautiful and innocent face. You didn't look at him like he was a God, and for some reason, he liked that. (Paradise, it's in your eyes). He found comfort in the image of your eyes. Eyes that held stories about your life. Stories he wished he could learn, but he wouldn’t be selfish when it came to you. Opening his eyes, he looked at the Other sternly. “You won't harm her, will you?” Loki pressed as the Other walked past him silently, thinking through his answer.

“Only if you follow through” the Other snarled as he walked behind him and continued on with his speech of how you will be safe as long as Loki does his job. Otherwise, you were as safe as dead. Loki nodded, wishing he never met you. Wishing his green eyes didn’t tempt you. (Green like American money). He was happy he met you for selfish reasons, but meeting you caused so much headache and pain for him. Now he couldn't protect you, the one thing he truly loved. And that killed him more than saying goodbye.

Part 2?? IDK let me know :)

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dear-indies · 6 years ago

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Evolution (2001) Quotes! - trigger warnings: nsfw, swearing, gun, and military mentions.

Inspired by @syfyhq!

"Despite all the warnings."

"Bad move."

"It's showtime."

"Don't worry, ma'am! I'm here to save you!"

"Keep those people back! This is an emergency!"

"Though it may be hard to believe a single biology professor..."

"As you can see, there was a shocking statistical anomaly."

"Congratulate yourselves. I have a good feeling about this group."

"There seems to be a mistake here."

"A meteor? Where?"

"Wouldn't you prefer a different profession?"

"Actually, what I want to be is Miss Arizona."

"Ready for lunch?"

"Let me grab my stuff."

"A meteor hit last night."

"I'm taking you in case I have to do something scientific."

"I signed up over the Internet."

"That's my baby. Take it easy."

"So I'd appreciate it if you'd let me go."

"Now that's a hole!"

"I believe we've located the target."

"Look at these jackasses."

"Muscle pose. Give me big smiles! Looking good."

"At ease, gentlemen! The feds are here."

"Let's not get combative."

"We're just here to get some scientific samples. If that's okay."

"It just hit last night and it has stuff growing on it."

"Let's get a sample and get out of here."

"Let's bag it."

"Your résumé will shine."

"The meteor samples are teeming with one-celled organisms."

"Their metabolic rates are off the charts."

"They're dividing at an incredible rate. Almost exponential."

"Their DNA has ten base pairs."

"The DNA of all earth life has only four base pairs."

"...these are organisms from another world."

"They're aliens."

"I'm not. I'm concerned about the potential tax consequences."

"If we want to be big important scientists, you have to act the part."

"It's like they're evolving."

"It's evolution."

"But it's million years worth in just a few hours."

"At least you have the pool gig at the country club."

"Wear your protective gloves at all times."

"We came to pick up the rock."

"It's very technical."

"I know these look like mushrooms, but refrain from eating them."

"It's the game we play, baby."

"It's converting the atmosphere."

"Look at all this rudimentary plant life. It's amazing."

"Not to get all girly here, but I feel something wiggling around my toes."

"Flatworms."

"Come here, little buddy."

"The oxygen must have killed it."

"It must need its own atmosphere to live."

"Grab a specimen jar. We'll scoop some atmosphere in there with them."

"It took us two billion years to do what they did in a couple of days."

"Those germs are the embodiment of the American dream."

"It's mitosis. That's how they reproduce."

"We call no one, we tell no one. This is our secret."

"What about the government? They usually get involved."

"This is our discovery. We must maintain absolute control."

"We have to do more research and check our findings. Document everything."

"You know what to do with the towels because you're the pool boy."

"Not anymore. You're not on the list."

"White man doesn't like to be yelled at."

"Get his gun!"

"All this time I thought you were just a schoolteacher."

"You should've known better than to keep something this big from us."

"I'd heard about your recklessness but you are way out of line on this one."

"Nice to meet you, too."

"You son of a bitch."

"We've already secured the area."

"Did you catch that condescending tone?"

"You're a disgrace, and a dangerous one at that."

"Forget the foreplay. We just got screwed."

"I don't care who they are. Stealing is stealing!"

"They took the rock, the samples, all the little wormy critters."

"All the data's gone. The JPEG files, the DNA sequences. They cleaned us out."

"I'm calling the cops."

"They are the cops!"

"Let me ask you something."

"The penalty for impersonating an officer is five years in prison."

"Testing, one, two."

"I don't have anything on my schedule."

"Our little babies are growing up."

"Three weeks, it's already like a rain forest in here."

"That tree just ate it."

"Everything here seems to be food for something else, so let's stay off the menu."

"Come here, look at these little things."

"Yeah. Snag one and put it in the bucket."

"Don't be scared. We came for a specimen, now snag one."

"Come on, my little red lobster."

"Come on, my sexy little crustacean."

" Let's bag that and get the hell out of here."

"The fly! There's a fly in my suit!"

"I'll get the lubricant."

"There's always time for lubricant!"

"Ice cream. I'd like an ice cream, please."

"I'm thinking seriously about moving. Maybe to California. Start over."

"You know how many times I've flunked in my life?"

"Damn it! That's going to stain."

"Something just ate Barry Cartwright!"

"Thank you for not calling the cops."

"What's in the bag, your blow-up doll?"

"No. I've got something you're really going to like."

"A guy got killed at my country club last night."

"It was an animal attack."

"It's like nothing I ever saw before. I thought you guys might want to see it."

"You have a serious bug problem."

"When did you guys get a dog?"

"I don't think that's a dog. It's like some kind of rodent."

"Come on, cutie pie."

"What the hell is that thing?"

"Pick me up in an hour. No, two."

"Two single beds, please. We're fighting."

"They're adapting. We have got to shut it down."

"You're overreacting. We can handle this."

"I used to be arrogant like you."

"We have to kill these things while we still can."

"All right. I'll talk to him, but I can't promise anything."

"Why the police escort? You're not under arrest, are you?"

"You'll take care of the check, right?"

"You have to admit, this animal attack has kind of an ominous feel, doesn't it?"

"This entire area is just a honeycomb of caves and old mine shafts."

"It's flying away. Is that a bad thing?"

"You know how I hate shopping."

"I think that colour is great on you."

"Ladies, there's a flying extraterrestrial in the store. Can we focus?"

"I said, just a second, bitch."

"Here, birdy-birdy-birdy-birdy-birdy!"

"If I was a giant, nasty alien bird in a department store, where would I be?"

"I think we've established that "ca-caw" and "tookie-tookie" don't work."

"Please stop. You are embarrassing me."

"Sing. Rub some funk on it."

"Can someone tell me why I was not informed..."

"Right now, media vultures are camped outside my office."

"The red markings indicate the growth of the alien ecosystem."

"In two months, the United States officially belongs to them."

"And we are extinct."

"Admit it. You're glad to see us."

"We just blew a giant alien bird out of a store."

"We're covering up your mess."

"Disseminating the alien organisms outside the secured area."

"My state is being overrun by aliens."

"My plan is to evacuate everyone from within five miles of the perimeter."

"...then burn the alien menace the hell out of there."

"With napalm. Lots and lots of napalm."

"All this talk about napalm and burning makes me nervous."

"Sir, one of the creatures just destroyed video four."

"They've evolved into primates."

"All the monitors are down."

"The fuzzy no-nose chimp?"

"They're coming through the elevator!"

"Hold your fire. You'll get someone killed."

"Science project is over."

"The real money's in the private sector."

"This may not be the best time to be drinking."

"You can trust me. Just talk to me."

"Some of the original liquid material from inside the meteor."

"Why hasn't it evolved like the rest?"

"Being in an airtight case, nothing to metabolise with. But we've still no clue."

"The organisms were dormant in space. They hit Earth's atmosphere and bam!"

"Heat. Fire. That's the catalyst."

"So much for the military option."

"We're going to blow those creatures straight to hell."

"Oh, really? Well, unfortunately, I'm not available."

"Thought you could use a brew so you can mellow out."

"Have a beer, relax. It'll help with your research."

"I'm looking at the periodic table on your T-shirt. I'm seeing a pattern."

" We are a carbon-based life form."

" But the aliens are nitrogen-based, right?"

"Selenium. How much do we need?"

"I hate to be a buzzkill, but where will we get that?"

"Head & Shoulders."

"Yeah, that's the stuff. The active ingredient is selenium sulphide."

" We'll get the troops together. We're getting shampoo!"

"There's something I should tell you, but I don't know exactly how."

"Let's shampoo us some aliens!"

" Where are you, my little aliens?"

"We've no time for you to act like you know what you're doing."

"I'll take a pair of spy glasses and a hot chocolate."

" Run for your life!"

"Survival of the fittest. Often, the simplest organism is the strongest."

"It's getting ready to divide."

"Wait. There's going to be more of these things?"

"So that Head & Shoulders idea. Is that still the plan?"

"We have to find a point of attack."

"It's payback time!"

"Give me back my friend, you big sphincter!"

"Fighting the alien menace can be tough work."

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fandom-imagines-stories · 6 years ago

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She Gave Her All

Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter Reader

Words: 3026

Part One, Part Two

Summary: During the battle to bring everyone back, the reader is fatally injured. Now, with a newly resurrected Peter, the roles are reversed and Peter and Tony fight to keep the reader alive.

Notes: I thought it’d be really interesting to turn the tables and have Peter being the one worrying. Now, I have no idea how they will bring people back (if they are, but I mean, come on) so I’m just kind of making stuff up and skipping over what would be vital things just because I have no idea how else to do it. Please don’t be mad at me! Now I plan for this to be the last part unless I get an idea that would add to this. I’ve had so much fun writing this little series and I hope you all have enjoyed reading it.

You couldn’t believe it. Thanos disappeared before your eyes, turning to dust. It was over. You’d won. You ignored the pain in your stomach and looked around, seeing your father turn to you.

“We did it.” You gasped. “We actually did it.” The other Avengers still stood in shock. You stood on the red Titan ground, no one making any movements. That’s when you felt the wind, and dust rose up from the ground, taking shape. First was Mantis and then Drax. Star-Lord formed from the ashes with a confused expression.

“Are we… are we back?” He stared at the group around him and fixed his eyes on a figure walking over the hill. He sprinted to the resurrected Gamora and the two collided in a lover’s embrace. Tony stood in front of you and his eyes grew wide.

“Mr. Stark?” A voice said behind you. “Y/N?” You turned around and there he was. All of the emotions that fueled your fight with Thanos came rushing back as you sprinted into his arms. Peter. Your Peter. He lifted you off the ground, relishing in the feeling of holding you again. Of just feeling anything again. Even Tony had tears in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the both of you.

“I hate to interrupt you guys, but I think we need to go check on Earth.” Cap chuckled merrily. He was eager to be reunited with his friends, but he was happy to see that his fellow New Yorker was alright.

“He’s right.” Tony gave Peter a pat on the back. “We should get out of here.” Peter put an arm around your shoulder but as you stepped forward, you swayed on your feet, a blinding pain shooting up from your stomach. Like you were being crushed from the inside out.

“Y/N?” Peter said, his voice worried. Tony turned back around just as you collapsed. “Y/N!” A chorus of panicked voices was the last thing you heard.

“What happened?” Tony asked, checking your neck for a pulse. Peter was shaking.

“I-I don’t know. She just… fell.” Peter scooped you up in his arms as Tony yelled at Thor to hurry up. In the moments it took for Thor to take them back to Earth, blood dripped out of Y/N’s suit, causing Peter to panic even more.

“We have to get that thing off her now,” Tony ordered and Peter carried her to the nearest table and set her down. Tony tried to get the suit to disassemble, but all systems of the suit were fried. Their only option was to pry the metal pieces off of her. Every member of the team started to help, but as they pulled more fractured pieces off, the more they almost wished they hadn’t. It seemed every time they removed a part of the suit, only bloody gashes, and badly bruised skin was revealed.

“Let me try.” Dr. Strange suggested and carefully began to take off the suit with his powers while Tony and Peter had to watch helplessly. Stephen examined the damage and gave Tony a grave look. “We have to work fast.”

When you opened your eyes, the light was almost blinding. As your eyes adjusted, you felt the warmth of a large, fuzzy blanket wrapped around you and you could smell something sweet wafting through the air. Was that… apple pie? You stood up and looked around you. It was your childhood home. The one you lived in before…

“Hi, sweetie.” You nearly fell back onto the couch you woke up on.

“Mom?” She smiled and you ran to her to be caught in one of her famous bear hugs. You cried into her shoulder as she rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“It’s okay.” She cooed. “I’m here.”

“I missed you so much.” You sobbed. Then the realization hit you. “Wait, am I-”

“Not exactly.” She gave you a small smile and lead you back to the couch. “You seem to be stuck in between. What’s the last thing you remember?” Your memory was a little blurring, but you couldn’t forget the pain as Thanos crushed your suit in on you.

“During the battle… I was fighting Thanos, but he got a hold of me with one of the stones.” You winced, feeling as if it was happening again.

You charged towards him but stopped suddenly. It was as if your suit was turning against you.

“Ah, the young Stark.” Thanos chuckled. “I had hoped you could have joined me when this was all over.” He curled his fingers and your limbs were pinned to your sides, despite how much you struggled against him. “You remind me of someone I once loved.” His eyes softened for a moment, but then his expression darkened and he clenched his fist. The metal suit started to cave in on you, crushing you with every move of his fingers. You cried out. “But you’re too much like your father.”

“You say that like its a bad thing.” You snarked before screaming out in pain, shards piercing your skin as they broke off from the suit. It wasn’t until Captain America threw a large rock and Thanos that you were released.

“I thought he was going to kill me.” You whispered and let out a bitter laugh. “I guess he did.”

“You can’t give up, Y/N.” Your mother took your hands in hers. “After everything you’ve been through to get that boy back, what was it…” She tried to think of his name.

“Peter.” You told her, bringing a small smile to your face.

“Exactly; Peter. You’ve just got him back and now he has to lose you?”

“What am I supposed to do?” She looked you in the eyes intensely.

“You have to fight.”

Tony could hardly believe it. How could anything be so small?

“I think she looks like you,” Mallory noted with a smile. “She’s got that little twinkle of mischief in her eyes.” She laughed and proceeded to speak with one of the nurses. Tony held the little bundle of blankets in his arms and felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time: fear. How was he supposed to be a dad? When he’d gotten the call the Mallory was going into labor, he flew all the way back from Singapore, but now that he was here, he was terrified.

He was Tony Stark; one of the biggest playboys in America. How was he supposed to be a father? Mallory could tell by the look on his face how nervous he was. She smirked. It was almost entertaining- big tough Tony, lord of American weapon manufacturing, cowering over a newborn infant. And she knew that he was completely wrapped around that little girl’s finger.

“Her name is Y/N.”

It was then that he promised himself that he would be there. Even though he and Mallory weren’t together anymore, he was going to be a part of his daughter’s life. He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes that his father had. The baby in his arms opened her eyes and looked up at him. A smile spread across her small face and a bell-like laugh rang out through the hospital room. Tony couldn’t keep himself from beaming.

There was a loud crash outside the room- a nurse had dropped the pile of clipboards that she had been carrying. Y/N started to cry, fat tears falling down her soft cheeks. Tony held her closer to him, cradling the back of her head as he tried to calm her down.

“Shhh,” He cooed. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He lightly bounced on the balls of his feet. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Tony hadn’t slept at all that night. He’d stayed by Y/N’s side all night. She was kept in one of the hospital rooms in the Avengers facility. Everyone had come in and out to check on her, but one person had stayed throughout the night.

Peter sat across from Tony on the other side of Y/N’s bed. After being ordered by Tony to get some sleep, his head rested against the wall and his eyes were closed. Tony watched him with a thousand thoughts running through his head.

How could he have let it all happen? He should have been with Y/N, fighting by her side the entire time, but instead, the moment she was left alone, she was put at risk. And now he could lose her. He could lose everything. And what about Peter? Where did he fit into all of this? His seemingly peaceful sleep started to shift as his breathing became rapid and his face winced.

“I don't want to go.” He whimpered. “Please Mr. Stark, I don’t want to go.” Tony rushed over to him and gently tried to shake him awake.

“Peter.” He whispered, trying not to scare him. He knew what it was like. To have every moment of sleep haunted by images of terror. “Peter, wake up.” Peter’s eyes shot open and he leaped out of the seat.

“Thanos!” He exclaimed, his gaze darting around the room until it landed on Y/N. He collapsed back into his chair. Tony put a hand on his face.

“It’s okay, kid. It was just a dream.” He pulled the scared boy to him, wrapping his arms around his trembling body. Peter didn’t take his eyes off her. She was lying there, with so many machines hooked up to her, he couldn’t even keep track. Tony pulled away, following Peter’s eyes and sighing. “I think I’m going to go grab a cup of coffee.” He announced. He was going to need some caffeine if he was going to make it through the night. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“I think I’ll just stay here if you don’t mind, Mr. Stark.” Peter declined, a million thoughts running through his mind. Why did it have to be her? Tony nodded and gave him a pat on the back before leaving the room, running his fingers through his mess of black hair. Peter nervously took Y/N’s hand, recoiling when he felt how cold it was. He captured it in his hands, gently rubbing her skin to try and warm it up. “Hey.” He greeted quietly.

Maybe it was the silence, or perhaps the shadows cast on her face that broke his heart. He couldn’t help it. Tears spilled from his eyes, streaking down his face faster than he could try and wipe them away.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m sorry that this happened. I’m sorry that you did all of this for me.” He held Y/N’s hand up to his lips and pressed them to the inside of her palm, his tears collecting on her skin. “You were never supposed to get hurt for me.” His mind raced back through memories of when he met Y/N. She was beautiful and brilliant… and the daughter of his mentor. He never expected a girl like her to even notice a nobody from Queens like him.

“You’re not nobody Peter.” She had told him, running her fingers through his light brown hair. “You’re Spider-man. You’re a hero.” She and her father were the first people who truly made him believe in himself. How was he supposed to face Mr. Stark after this? It was his fault that his daughter was fighting for her life in a hospital bed right now.

Tony was surprised to see someone else standing in the kitchen when he walked in. Steve slowly drank from a glass of water and gave Tony a small wave of acknowledgment. Tony turned on the coffee machine and waited for it to brew in silence.

“How is she?” Steve asked, keeping his voice low. He didn’t want to wake up anyone else up. They all deserved their rest after all they’d been through.

“She’s going to be fine.” Tony gave him a false smile, but he couldn’t find the energy to fake it anymore. His expression turned to one of desperation and sorrow. He took a shaking breath. “She still isn’t waking up.” He leaned against the counter. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”

“You should have heard her going up against Thanos.” Steve chuckled to himself. “Thanos told her that she was too much like you, and do you know what she said? She said ‘You say it like it’s a bad thing.’ There she was, facing the person who wiped out half the universe and she wasn’t even scared.” He put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “She gave her all.” Tony looked down at the floor. Steve knew what it was like to lose people and despite his and Tony’s differences, he wanted to help him through this. “She’ll make it. She’s a tough kid, Tony. Just like her dad.” He gave him a small smile before returning to his room.

When Tony came back to the infirmary, he found Peter with his face buried in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. Peter looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. T-this is a-all my fault. It’s my fault she’s hurt. It’s my fault she might not-” He stammered through his cries. Tony pulled him into his arms once again.

“You can’t think like that, kid.” He said sternly.

“I don’t what I would do with-without h-her.” Peter clung to Tony if only to keep himself from collapsing.

“I don’t think I know either.” Tony agreed quietly. Y/N had changed his life in so many ways. She made him a better man and a better father than he ever thought he would be. He promised her the day she was born that he would never let anything happen to her and now he could lose her forever. Mallory would know what to do. She always did.

You watched them with tears streaming down your face. You stood in the corner of the room, your mother holding your hand next to you.

“They need you, sweetheart.” She gave your hand a gentle squeeze. You turned to her.

“What about you?” You sniffed. “Have you just been alone all this time?”

“I’ve been watching over you.” She placed a hand on your cheek. “I’ve seen you grow into a hero just like your father. I’ve seen you fall in love with that boy and fight to get him back. And no matter what, I will always be with you. Every step of the way.” You pulled her into one last hug.

“I love you, mom.” You sobbed. She ran her fingers through your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, my sweet girl.” And just like that, she vanished and you woke up.

“Dad?” You said weakly. Tony and Peter immediately broke apart. “Peter?” Both pairs of eyes went wide as they rushed to your side.

“How are you feeling, honey?” Tony asked, carefully pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Like I ran into a giant purple wall.” You laughed but winced at the pains in your torso. You looked at Peter. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He beamed, the tears in his eyes turning from those of sorrow to pure joy.

“You had us all pretty scared.” A voice said from the door. Steve down at you. “But I knew you’d make it. You’re a fighter.” Tony gave him a slight nod and you knew that whatever fight they had, was finally coming to an end.

“Cap, let everyone know she’s awake.” He requested. “And get Stephen. He should come have a look at her.” Cap gave you a small salute before stopping at Pepper and Bruce’s rooms first. Peter drew delicate circles on the back of your hand.

“You know, all this time I’ve been thinking about…” He trailed off.

“What?” You wondered as he cheeks turned red.

“Well I was thinking about all the things we wouldn’t have been able to do, you know?” After everything he’d been through, he still had that boyish innocence that you loved so much. “We wouldn’t graduate together, o-or go ice skating at Rockefeller center like you always said you wanted to or… you know… go to prom, if that’s even still a thing.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Tony rolled his eyes.

“Peter Parker, are you asking me to prom?” You grinned, half amused and half just completely enamored by him.

“What? Uh… n-no, I mean, uh,” He stuttered. Tony elbowed him in the side. “Yeah, I guess.” You ignored the pain for a moment and grabbed him by his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss. Tony made an uncomfortable sound and decided to study the mechanics of the lamp.

“What’s going on? Cap said that she-” Bruce started, turning the corner with Pepper. Both halted and chuckled at the scene. They entered, followed by Stephen, who concluded that you were going to be alright.

“Thank god,” Pepper sighed in relief sitting next to Tony. He wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “I didn’t think I’d be able to keep him in line by myself.” You both laughed and Tony gasped in mock-offense.

“Especially with the-” You started but she vigorously shook her head. Your eyes went wide. “Wait, you haven’t told him yet?”

“There hasn’t really been time!” She exclaimed.

“Tell me? Tell me what?” Tony’s eyes shifted between the two of you, wondering who would crack first. Pepper took a deep breath.

“Do you remember that dream you were telling me about before all of this happened?” She asked. “The one about me being-”

“Are-are you- are you-” Tony stuttered.

“Pepper’s pregnant!’ You exclaimed. The crowd of other Avengers outside the door cheered. A joyously shocked Tony pulled his fiance in for a kiss as the others filed into the room. You laced your fingers through Peter’s and looked around at the strongest people you knew, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks. The Avengers was and always would be your family.

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