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[buckysmetallicstump]

Side to Side

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1293

Summary: With your loud music playing, you wake Bucky up in the middle of the day but the song seems to grow on him.

Warnings: Implied Smut, bad writing

A/N – As you can tell, I haven’t been as active on this blog so I’m still getting into the rhythm of writing Bucky again. I apologise again.

A/N 2 – This is my entry for my girl @caplansteverogers #caplansongficchallenge – and to use the prompt Side to Side – Ariana Grande – I hope you like it even though I think it’s a pile of crap.

I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin')

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin' ('bout nothin')

Dancing around your kitchen, the music was blasting out as loud as you could get it. You forgot that you didn’t live alone, causing a grouchy, grumpy Bucky to stumble out of the bedroom that the two of you had shared.

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (side to side)

You pulled open the pancake mix and tossed it into a bowl, wiggling your hips at the same time Ariana Grande sang the chorus of Side to Side. When the milk and the rest of the wet ingredients were mixed in properly, you grabbed a ladle and set the frying pan on the heated stove.

‘Urgh, would ya turn it down!’ Bucky shouted over the noise. ‘It’s the freaking morning!’

Glancing at the watch on your wrist, you confirmed your suspicions when you saw that it was 1:37 in the afternoon.

‘It’s PM not AM, you ass.’ You hollered over the vibrating speaker system, walking over and turning it down so he would quit whining about the noise in the kitchen.

‘What is she even talking about? Rocking from side to side? Is that a sex joke that I’m not comprehending? I don’t-’ Bucky’s confusion made you laugh.

‘It has many interpretations but yeah sex could be one of them.’

Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me (you got me)

And boy I got ya

Cause tonight I'm making deals with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me

‘We should have sex to this song. It’s got a good rhythm.’ He simply said, not looking at you in your eyes and walking past you to make himself some coffee, the strong kind.

Rolling your eyes at his bluntness, you set yourself back to work on the pancake mixture, the pan slowly heating enough for you to ladle on the mix into the pan and instantly the aroma wafted through the kitchen and into your nose. It wasn’t often that you had a normal day where you didn’t have any assignments or missions to take care of. You could be in a place that was just you and Bucky, a place where the two of you could relax until the world needed saving from another alien invasion, probably tomorrow or later on today but for now you were going to domesticate your lives and pray that you could just eat your pancakes in peace with your man by your side. Well as much peace as you could when you thought about how loud Bucky could get when he eats sometimes.

Bucky moaned at the taste of the coffee on his taste buds. Your jaw dropped when he sighed, signaling that he was finished, he never ceased to amaze you that he could drink a scolding hot cup of coffee and not be affected but then you thought that it could have something to do with the super soldier serum that was running through his body. He moved onto making himself a second cup and proceeding to make you your third one of the day.

The music – still playing – seemed to have an affect on your body. You dipped and rotated your hips, Ariana taking over your body and making you move to her beat.

Bucky, this time, took a sip of his hot beverage and set it on the countertop where he had left yours. Taking a spatula, you checked the underside of the pancake to see its golden brown colour that had been left behind. With a nod of your head, you deemed that side of the pancake done and flipped so that the other side could cook.

Thankfully, the pancakes stacked up pretty quickly and you and Bucky could munch of the syrup drenched goodness.

Walking over to the docking station, you hit the replay button before the song could end. Finishing your small stack, you danced over to Bucky, tearing off a piece of his pancake and popping it into your mouth with a groan. He whined at your fast actions, you stealing some food off of his plate was normal but when it was the first thing that happened after Bucky had awoken.

It’s a dangerous thing; to mess with Bucky’s food but you would take that chance.

As you were about to head on back to the kitchen to clean up but Bucky had grabbed your arm to stop you from moving any further away from him.

‘What did you just do?’ Bucky’s voice held a sternness but a teasing measure to it too.

Disgustingly, you opened your mouth and showed him the remnants of the pancake that you hadn’t swallowed, ‘I ate some of your pancake, you want it back?’ With a full mouth, your words came in a jibberish jumble. You didn’t give him anytime to answer before you were chewing the last of it and swallowing it down with your coffee. Grabbing onto his hand, you slowly walked backwards, dragging him along with you.

Linking your fingers together, you brought his to your hips and wiggled them. The words holding a meaning of the formation of yours and Bucky’s relationship.

These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

‘I’m glad I didn’t.’ You whispered so quietly you thought you had to repeat it just in case he missed it as the song faded out of your ears, Bucky’s breath fanning over your neck as your feet slowed.

He hummed, low in his throat, the lack of words exchanged between you taking a toll on him. ‘And what's that, Y/N/N?’

Pulling away from him, you drug your fingertips over his growing stubble, sweetly smiling at him and his furrowed brows. ‘Not listening to the rest of them, not giving up on you.’

‘Me too. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without you.’ He says sincerely, with love hinted in his eyes.

You can’t help but ruin the moment.

‘You’d probably be with Steve talking about how cool your new arm is.’

‘Shut up, ya little shit. In all seriousness, although I didn’t like the way we met,’ he gives you a glare with a squint in his eyes, still feeling your heel in his neck. ‘I’m glad you listened to Steve when he told you not to murder me.’

‘Eh, you were cute. And you were struggling to breathe, kinda made me a little happy, a little tingly on the inside.’ You winked at him, licking your lips and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

‘Gee, thanks, Y/N.’

‘No problem.’ You smiled again, one that was toothy and cheeky.

Bucky shook his head and rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist and hoisting you up in his arms. He ambled over to where your phone and speaker were, holding them in one hand as the other held you up. Bucky was a man on a mission and you had a feeling you were going to live out his recently configured fantasy of having sex to the song that had woken him up past one PM.

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[jayankles]

For Fuck Sake, Jared!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1094

Warnings: Light Smut, Oral(FR), Fingering

[X] - The little fic below is based on the gifset linked

You stood off in the wings of the stage, hopefully going unnoticed by the fans in front of it watching your boyfriend and his best friend answer the fans questions at the panel.

The next fan took the mic and told the boys her name. She followed this up with a compliment for Jensen. 'You were amazing last night.'

You thought nothing of it, knowing that she was talking about his performance. That's was you loved about Jensen; he was a rockstar on stage but if you take that away he's a shy person. You had been seeing the changes in him recently, though, another fan loved his performance and Jensen had said thank you without so much as blushing. You were proud of him, you noticed the progress he was making, overcoming shyness is a hard thing to do and he was slowly but surely getting better and it warmed your heart.

The next thing you heard was Jared repeating the word 'whoooahhh' three times. It was then when it hit you, you knew exactly what Jared was thinking about and you couldn't help but smile and giggle as you remember what happened after Jensen came back to the hotel room.

As soon as you walked through the hotel door, his hands were instantly on you as yours were tracing every inch of his body. Clothes were shrewd over the floor, leaving a messy path in their wake.

You were naked in front of each other before you had even entered the bedroom. Once you had awkwardly thrown the last article of clothing onto the floor, you squealed as Jensen gripped your thighs and lifted you up into the air, your legs instinctively winding around his narrow waist as your fingers clawed at his broad shoulders.

He had tossed you into the bed, kneeling at the end of it so he could slowly worship your body. He kissed from your left ankle, his hand reaching up to play with your breasts as he got to your knees. He kissed his way further up to the apex of your thighs, still not exactly where you wanted.

You gasped and moaned as he sunk his teeth into your skin and he rolled your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 'Please Jay...' You breathed as he started his trail again now starting from your right ankle to the apex of your thigh. Completely dismissing the area where you needed him most.

'Please what, baby. You need to specify what you're talking about.' He smirked up at you, his lips drifting closer and closer to the place you wanted, no needed, most. You didn't speak any more words, you gripped at the short spikes of his hair and guided him to your pussy.

'Fuck, Jay. I need you, right here.' He followed your command and licked a stripe from your slit to your clit. Your grasp tightened as he sucked your clit into his mouth. One strong hand pushed down on your stomach, pressing you into the mattress, two of his fingers sunk into your pussy, your walls instantly clenching around his digits. He curled his fingers upwards stroking your inner walls, two of his fingers were buried knuckle deep inside you, giving you the perfect pressure as they hit your sweet spot. You could feel the desire build in the pit of your belly, the pace of his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you and his tongue laved at your clit, rolling it between his lips and working at a relentless pace. Your orgasm struck leaving you a quivering mess at his ministrations.

'You needed to specify what you were talking about.' Jensen spoke into the mic, lifting his hand to the fan before sipping at the coffee in the to go cup in the same hand.

Jared asked the fan a question of his own. 'So was he? Was he tender?' He grasped the microphone in two of his giant hands and turned his head slightly to the side. It was almost as if it was an interrogation.  Jensen looked over to the side and made eye contact with you, a subtle smirk forming on his lips before he ducked his head down, looking towards his feet. You chuckled at both their antics, of course, they could turn an innocent compliment into something dirty.

You mumbled under your breath, 'oh, for fuck sake, Jared.' Knowing that he would never let you live this moment down until something else were to come up and top this moment. You were right as the 6 foot 4 man turned to you and winked.

Just by looking at his adorable face, you could tell that Jensen wanted to move onto the next question. 'Um...thank you.'

When the panel was over and done with Jensen elbowed Jared in the ribs, a playful dig into the bones.

'Hey, Jay,' you murmured into his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

When he lifted his head, he kissed you soundly. His eyes were still closed, it was a quick kiss but they were still filled with the love and adoration he had for you and you for him. His forehead was pressed against yours as he pulled away, 'hey, baby. Have I ever told you how much I hate Jared?'

You smirked, 'only when he makes you flustered or embarrassed.' Jensen tipped his head back and groaned.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whispered in his ear, 'were you thinking about last night as well?'

'And this morning. And the quickie just before the panel.' His grip around your waist tightened as he spoke.

From your forearms being closed around his neck, you hands traveled down so your fingers could play with the shirt strands of hair at the nape of his neck and thumb could stroke at either side of his sharp jawline covered in stubble. 'You're cute, you know that, right? And you, sir, age like fine wine.'

'And you are so fucking gorgeous. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that I don't think you are beautiful. Especially when you have your sweatpants on and your hair is in a messy bun.' He accentuated each of the compliments with a kiss to your ready and waiting lips.

Before things could get any more heated and devour each other, Jared had awkwardly coughed behind Jensen. When you pulled away, you stared at him, for rudely interrupting you. You and Jensen simultaneously exclaimed.

'For fuck sake, Jared!'

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[themcuhasruinedme]

Hungry Eyes

[Summary]: There was no denying it; Scott had a massive crush on you. How he wished that he could tell you how he felt but it seemed to him as though you didn’t share those same feelings. But deep down, you secretly harbored those feelings because on the surface, you played it as Scott was “just a friend” material. But when Scott has his breaking point and becomes jealous of you going out on a date, a fire heats up between the two of you when you get back and feelings are confessed, leading to the most exhilarating night you’ve ever had.

[Pairing]: Scott x reader

[Warning]: SMUT, NSFW (18+ only), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), language, masturbation

[Word Count]: 2,831

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A/N: First gif was made by yours truly! Other gifs used are not mine. This is my first smut fic, so go easy on me… Used this song as inspiration [x] Feedback for this would be greatly appreciated! I would also like to thank Annie (aka @hellomissmabel the Ant-thony to my Scott) and Chels (aka @marvelous-fvcks) for beta-ing this for me. Love ya, sweeties!

As you trained in the gym alone, sweat dripping down your forehead and also soaking into the hem of your sweat pants, Scott stood at the door watching you while trying to build up the courage to go in and train with you. His nervousness around you made it only that much harder.

He had a massive crush on you ever since you joined the team two years ago and everyone knew it. You on the other hand, had only wanted to keep it professional between the two of you. It’s not that you didn’t like Scott, you sure as hell did. But you tried to convince yourself that Scott was not “boyfriend material”, even though there were certain things about his personality that you loved and admired.

You enjoyed when he did something really cute for you on occasion, like make waffles for breakfast or give you his jacket when he could see that you were cold. The little things he did to impress you made him that much more desirable because traits of being a gentleman were very hard to find in a guy now-a-days. But you still told yourself that nothing would become more for Scott and you and you should be able to date other guys and not worry about what your fellow team members thought, including Scott.

Scott huffed into his bangs and opened the door.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said and placed his water bottle and towel next to your stuff.

You stopped and wiped your forehead. “Hey Scott,” you said, a bit out of breath. You walked over to him and grabbed your water bottle taking a few swigs from it.

He leaned against the wall and looked you up and down, imagining what it would be like to have his hands all over your body. Feeling a slight twinge in his pants quickly snapped him out of his thoughts and he cleared his throat, making you turn towards him.

“Um, I wanted to know if I could train with you for a bit,” he said.

You smiled and nodded. “Sure. But I won’t go easy on you,” you answered placing your water bottle back down and walking over towards the mat.

Scott chuckled. “I don’t expect you to.” He stared at your ass as you walked away and had to quickly snap himself out of his thoughts once again. His fantasies about you sometimes made it even that much more harder to be around you.

You and him trained for the next hour and a half and were pretty much soaked in sweat by the time you two were done. Scott needed to take his shirt off just so it wasn’t as clingy to his skin and you almost tripped over your bag when you saw him. His chiseled abs and glistening skin were enough to make your ovaries pop. 

Yet you cleared your mind as fast as you could, saying to yourself, “Don’t do this to yourself, [Y/N]. He’s just a friend and thats how it’s gonna stay. Plain and simple.”

You grabbed your stuff and headed towards the elevator so you could go take a shower in the safety of your room, without having to think about what you just saw. But having a hand slide through the elevator doors just as they were almost closed and having Scott get in with you, shirt still off, didn’t help in the slightest.

“You were good today, [Y/N],” Scott said and smiled at you.

“Thanks,” you answered. “You weren’t so bad yourself. Gotta work on those side kicks a little though, I think.” And gave him a smirk.

He chuckled which made you a bit weak in the knees. Your mind started to reel with so many fantasies of how it would be with Scott that your clit started aching and you had to lean against the wall of the elevator for support. Luckily for you, he got off on the next floor. 

When he got out and the doors closed, you slumped to the floor, clenching your fists and started to groan. “How? HOW?!” you yelled. “How am I supposed to keep this “just friends” thing going when he’s like this?! UGH!” 

You stood back up when the elevator dinged for your floor. “I gotta get out tonight. Try and clear my mind,” you told yourself. And even though taking a shower felt good after a hot workout, it sure as hell didn’t help that you had another fantasy about you and Scott in the shower. 

Once again, your cunt started aching and you leaned against the wall, the water cascading over you. Your hands starting to roam your body imagining that it was Scott’s and you grabbed one of your breasts while your other hand went down to your clit. Using the wetness that was already seeping from you, you slid a finger in, having a moan emit from the back of your throat.

Your back arched off the wall as you slid another finger in, hitting your sweet spot. Tugging at your hardened nipple, your lips quivered underneath your own touch. A louder moan escaped from you as you curled your fingers, bringing you closer to your orgasm. A gasp followed by a sigh emitted from deep within you, making your body shudder a bit as you rode it out.

You cleaned yourself off and got dressed, still thinking you needed to get out for the night especially after what you did in the shower. Heading over to the local bar, you struck up a conversation with a really great guy who ended up giving you his number, wanting to go out on a date the next night. You of course said yes and that you would call him the next day.

Doing as you promised, you called him and set up the date for that night. You trained with Scott again that day but had to stop at a certain time to start getting ready.

“Ready for what?” Scott asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

“I have a date. No big deal,” you responded.

Scott stopped a minute and looked at you. “You have a date? Since when?”

“What does it matter? I can have a life outside the Tower, can’t I?” you asked.

“Well, yea, but…” Scott started to stutter. “I didn’t think that…”

You cut him off. “What? That I’d ever date a normal guy? That I have to date another superhero? Scott, that’s so stereotypical, it’s ridiculous. You guys are like family to me. And I would never in a million years date a family member! That’s just so…” and you shuddered, even thinking about that, “gross.” 

You grabbed your stuff and headed towards the door. “I have to go get ready,” you said and left, leaving Scott standing there speechless. 

He looked down, anger filling up inside him. He clenched his fists and punched the punching bag extremely hard, pushing the stand it was hanging on back a few feet. He walked over towards his stuff and throwing his back against the wall, he slid down it into a crouching position and placed his head in his hands. Those were the last words he ever thought he’d hear from you.

The door bell rang and you yelled from the bathroom for Scott to get the door. “Please? He’s gotta wait a minute! I’m not quite done.”

Scott, flipping through tv channels, yelled back and asked, “Why can’t he wait outside?”

“Scott! PLEASE?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

He opened the door for your date and told him that you weren’t ready yet. Scott sat back on the couch and flipped through a few more channels before you came down the stairs.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. He tried not to stare at you as you came down but it was kinda hard for him not to. You were absolutely gorgeous in the little black dress you had on and it fit you perfectly, showing off every one of your curves in just the right places. Swallowing hard and trying to focus back on the tv, he kept glancing at you as you went to go get your little matching jacket and put your shoes on.

You went over by Scott and placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning down towards his ear. “I’ll be back later, Scott,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “By the way, I’m sorry I got angry with you earlier. We’re still friends, right?”

He turned and looked at you, giving a weak smile. “Yea, we are. I’m sorry for thinking that you shouldn’t be able to date whoever you want.”

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him another quick kiss. “Bye, Scott!” you called over your shoulder and he raised his arm in a goodbye motion.

When the door closed, he couldn’t help but feel completely jealous that you were going out on a date with someone else and not him. He leaned forward, letting the remote fall to the floor and placed his hand on his forehead, running his fingers through his hair in frustration pursing his lips together. 

He took in a deep breath to calm down but instead, inhaled the intoxicating scent of your lingering perfume. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to make his feelings for you known and if that didn’t happen tonight, he stood a good chance at losing you.

When you got back from your date, Scott was waiting in the Common Room to talk with you. He paced back and forth, trying to figure out the right words to say. When you got in the room, you saw him pacing and asked if everything was ok. He said it was and you started walking towards the elevator but then he called out to you. Turning around, Scott started walking towards you.

“[Y/N]… I.. uh… there’s something…,” he started to stutter drastically. You knew that when Scott got like this, he was nervous about something.

“Scott, what is it?” you asked.

He took a deep breath and finally found his words. “[Y/N], I love you.”

You raised you eyebrows in shock. You knew he was majorly crushing on you but didn’t know it was this much. You stood there speechless, mouth gaping open, as he kept walking towards you and continued to let things out.

“I’ve loved you for a while now. You’re smart and beautiful and…,” at this point he was standing right in front of you, “And I don’t know what it is but I feel like I can always be my funny self around you. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before and I really can’t explain it.” He stopped a minute and looked at you, still being completely speechless. “Are you gonna say something?”

Realizing you still had you mouth open from hearing his first sentence, you closed it quickly and licked your lips, trying to find something to say. “Wow, Scott… um, well.. I’ve liked you a lot too.. I just never…” but your sentence was cut off from Scott’s lips landing on yours.

He pulled back and even though you were shocked, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Having this be his confirmation to continue, Scott pulled you in for another kiss. You dropped your purse and placed your hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

He pushed you back against the wall and placed your hands on the wall too, above your head, entwining his fingers with yours. You raised your leg slowly against his thigh, feeling his erection pressed against you. 

His hand trailed all the way down from your arm to your thigh and hoisted your leg up a bit more, letting you feel his hardening length against your clothed, wet folds while you started to run your fingers through his hair and claw at the back of his shirt. Your toes curled and your back arched off the wall as Scott trailed kisses down your jawline. You let out a small moan as he nipped a bit at your collar bone.

Scott picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, while he led the two of you to the elevator. When the doors closed he had you against the wall once again, kissing you passionately. A low growl rumbled from the back of his throat as you slipped your tongue into his mouth.

He slowly started to unzip the back of your dress and feeling the coldness of the wall on your hot skin made you let out a gasp, allowing Scott more access to your mouth. You started grinding your hips against his as you unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it on the floor and feeling his length get harder by the second.

When the elevator dinged for your floor, he carried you to your room, closed the door and gently placed you on the bed. Hovering over you, you could see that Scott’s beautiful green eyes were full blown with lust and hunger. Hunger to see what was awaiting him once your dress was completely off.

Locking your lips together again in a heated kiss, your back arched off the bed as he slowly trailed his finger up the inside of your thigh. A moan escaped his lips as he felt you unbutton his jeans and slide your hand into them, slowly stroking his length, making it harder with each gentle touch. Getting on your knees you slid them down to the floor, Scott then kicking them off. He then slid your dress off, revealing only a pair of panties.

Licking his lips at the sight, he climbed on top of you and took hold of one of your breasts in his hand and the other in his mouth. Slowly sucking on your hardened nipple and rubbing the other in between his fingers, you ran your fingers through his hair moaning with every flick of his tongue. 

Arching your hips up some as the sensation reeled through your body, Scott felt your soaked panties against his abs. He looked at you with a devilish grin and slowly slid his fingers into them, lightly touching your wet folds. Your breath hitched in your throat as your core heated up eve more.

Scott slipped a finger in, rubbing little circles on your swollen clit while having beads of precum spill from his tip. Sliding another finger in and picking up the pace a bit, you grabbed the sheets in your hands, back arching as high as it could go as he kept hitting your g-spot.

“Scott, please. I need you…” you breathlessly moaned. “I want you in me.” Your legs writhed with the feeling of his fingers deep in you, making you grab one of your breasts and play with the hardened nub. “Fuck me now, Scott… please…”

Scott was having the pleasure of seeing you come undone because of him. Taking his fingers out and licking them clean he shimmied out of his boxers, his cock hard and erect. Pulling your soaked panties off and tossing them aside, he positioned the tip at your entrance and slowly pushed it in, allowing you to adjust to him. 

Scott’s thrusts were slow and steady at first but he picked up the pace, which made you want to scream out in pleasure. Your fingers clawed at his shoulder blades and into his hair as he pounded into you. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders getting a better angle for both of you and hitting your sweet spot with every single thrust. You cried out as your walls clamped around Scott’s throbbing shaft.

“Fuck, [Y/N], you feel so good..”

“Scott… I’m-gonna… gonna..” you whimpered.

“That’s right, baby, cum… Come on, baby…”

He let go of your legs and made one last deep thrust, making you scream out his name. A slew of curses came out of both of you as your body convulsed underneath Scott as you hit your climax with him following right after, filling your throbbing pussy with his hot stickiness.

Scott collapsed on top of you, both of you panting as you rode out your highs. Eventually, he pulled out of you and sat up, pulling you up with him and placing gentle kisses on your temple, holding you close to him, rubbing his hands up and down your back as you slowly ran your fingers through his hair.

You got up and walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up with Scott following suit. After that, he put on a pair of sweats and you put your panties back on along with one of his button up shirts. Climbing back on the bed, the two of you snuggled close to each other, watching tv.

Scott kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I love you, [Y/N].”

You smiled and looked up at him. “I love you too, Scott.”

[bionic-buckyb]

Master List

» Below the cut are all the absolutely spectacular fics I received for my AU Writing Challenge. I want to thank everyone who submitted their fics SO MUCH, and for celebrating my 5k milestone with me. I truly appreciate every single one of you. Please take the time to read each fic from new, and experienced writers. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! ♥ Kait

Bucky

✪ Drive by @musichowler - “You’re being chased by the police, and you just jumped in my car. What the fuck, man?” ✪ Wrong Tax - Part 1 by @bovaria - “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this cab was already occupied.” ✪ I Knew It by @buckysmetallicstump - “It’s 1 am, I’m drunk, and I need ketchup for my fries. I know you’re awake, so OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!” ✪ His Winter Comrade by @zimniysoldat-fiction  - “I’m sorry my dog started chasing your dog. He has no manners…” ✪ Searching by @a-home-for-stray-stories  - “I can’t believe you found my dog! Please, take this reward.” ✪ Stuck by @@melonshino - “Our boat crashed, and now I have to be stuck on this island with you?!” ✪ On a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again by @justareader - “I haven’t seen you since we were kids! How did you even recognize me?” ✪ Intertwined by @moreinfinite - “Just because I don’t physically show you that you hurt me, doesn’t mean you didn’t.” ✪ Sweet Creature by @astralbarnes - “I’m such an idiot. I made the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” ✪ Second Chances by @marvelous-heroimagines  - “Breaking up was the right thing to do… right?” ✪ Massage Therapy Part 1 & Part 2 by @4theluvofall - “Do not try and twist this around to be my fault when it’s clearly yours.” ✪ Already Gone by @buckys-fossil - “I don’t love you. I never have.” ✪ A Throne of Lies by @asseret-sarim  - “You can’t keep hurting me, and think everything is going to be okay. I’m done.” ✪ A Bit of a Gamble by @sebastianstandoffish - “What am I supposed to do if you walk away?” ✪ Someone Will Love You by @hellomissmabel - “No one else knows that I’m leaving. I felt like you deserved to know.” ( Sequel: I Can’t Fall In Love With You ) ✪ Whispers by @i-cant-believe-its-not-a-writer - “All you need to do is show me that you feel the same, and I’ll stay.” ✪ Broken by @lokid-by-winters-child - “Letting go was never an option, until you made it one.” ✪ Glory and Gore by @theassetseyeliner  - “All I need is your lips against mine. Right now.” ✪ Sacred Vows by @buckyappreciationsociety - “There’s no one else I’d rather have in my life than you.” ✪ The Friendly Wager by @not-withovt-yov  (parts 1-6 are linked on part 7) - “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” ✪ Me gusto más cuando estoy contigo by @minervaem2  - “It makes me smile that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” ✪ Fire and Ice by @beccaanne814-blog - “God, why do you always make me blush so damn much?” ✪ First Date? by @greeneyedgirls4  - “It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, honestly.” ✪ Steadier Footing by @serzhantjamesbuchananbarnes  - “I want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.” ✪ Jame’s Sonet by @tori-medusa-belongs-to-bucky  - “I want to be able to kiss you and hold your hand anytime I want.” ✪ Lost Home by @sgtbxckybxrnes - “I don’t care if you hate me, I don’t care if you dislike me. But why would you cheat on me?” ✪ College AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @saulof-tarsus  - College AU ✪ Just Roomates by @sunriserose1023 - Roomate AU ✪ Daydreaming by @eyecandybarnes - Model/Photographer AU ✪ Panic at the Coffee Shop by @t0kistar  - Coffee Shop AU ✪ It’s (Not) Rocket Science by @another-writer  - Blind Date AU ✪ Leave This Town by @avengerofyourheart - Mechanic AU ✪ s(t)imulation by @sugardaddytonystark  - Movie Star/Celebrity AU ✪ Wish Upon A Star: Part 1 and Part 2 by @maha-pambata-is-my-patronus  - Roadtrip AU ✪ What Happens In Vegas: Part 1 by @imma-fcking--nerd  - Vegas AU ✪ Inked by @mindingmyownbusiness  - Tattoo Shop AU ✪ Where We Left Off by @bucks-metal-fate  - Military AU

Steve

✪ Sweater Weather by @werewolfbuckybarnes - “Listen, I know nothing about camping and all my so-called friends left me at the site. Please, help me. I think I just heard a bear…” ✪ The Good Neighbor: Part 1 and Part 2 by @belledamsceno  - “Why do you keep trying to mow the lawn while I’m sleeping? Fuck you!”   ✪ You Were The One by @cate-lynne  - “I’ve made so many mistakes in my life, but you’re not one of them.” ✪ The Game Is On by @roobierubyroobieruby (parts 1-5 are listed on part 6) - “I’ve been trying to get ready for like, a half hour, because I know you’re going to look damn good and I don’t want to look like a potato.” ✪ Breakfast by @buckys-shield ✪ Truth of a Curse by @avengedwritings  -  “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.” ✪ Forelsket by @howlingbarnes - Soulmate AU ✪ Since When? by @wndas-romanoff  - Camping AU ✪ Boy Next Door: Part 1 and Part 2 by @swtltlmrvlgrl  - Neighbor AU ✪ Pancake Sunday by @buckys-chubby-plum - Teacher/Student AU

Tony

✪ Hello Neighbour by @girl-next-door-writes  - “You’re my new neighbor, but I know you’re stealing my wifi to watch porn. Can you not?” ✪ Business Partners by @knittingknerdy - Fake Dating/Married AU

Sam

✪ The Break In by @kjs-s - “You broke into my apartment, drunk as hell, thinking it was yours. I should call the cops, but my cat likes you so…” ✪ Deny It by @wandarific  - “It’s not like I like you or anything! Okay, well… maybe I do.”

Natasha 

✪ Burn by @muzik-is-lifex23  - Bartender AU

Pietro

✪ S.M.I.L.E. by @land-of-parchment-and-ink  - “Stop smiling at me. I can’t stop messing up my words when you look at me like that.”

Go read all these awesome fics and give the writers some feedback! ♥

[howlingbarnes]

Languages of Love - Completed

If you aren’t familiar with my LoL challenge, look at this post.

Here are the finished writings. Keep in mind that the list will be edited as fics are posted. Completed as of 24 August!

1. After All This Time - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @bionic-buckyb 

Prompt:  Fensterln (German) - Translates as ‘climbing up a ladder to the window of a lover’s room to be physical, because using the front door is not an option’.

2. Surprise - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @bovaria 

Prompt: Iktsuarpok (Inuit) - A feeling of anticipation as you wait for someone to visit.

3. Nights Like These - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @buckys-shield

Prompt: Queesting (Dutch) - Inviting a lover to cuddle up in bed, just to chat.

4. Safe Haven - Peter Parker x Reader by @buckysmetallicstump

Prompt: Cwtch (Welsh) - A hug. The safe place provided by a loved one.

5. Better Late Than Never - Clint Barton x Reader by @i-dont-do-rpfs

Prompt: Viraha (Hindi) - The realization of love through separation.

6. Sleep Tight - Bucky Barnes x Reader @belledamsceno 

Prompt: Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese) - Physically running one’s fingers through their lover’s hair.

7. Wrong Number, Right Person - Steve Rogers x Reader by @4theluvofall

Prompt: Forelsket (Norwegian/Danish) - The intense, almost unreal feeling that comes with the beginning of love; when you start to fall in love.

8. The Worst in Us - Steve Rogers x Reader/Bucky Barnes x Reader @hellomissmabel 

Prompt: Onsra (Boro) - That heart-wrenching moment you realize that a love won’t last.

9. Imperfections - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @teamspider-man 

Prompt: Wabi-Sabi (Japanese) - Loving someone for who they are; the acceptance of transience and imperfection.

10. Longing - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @matthewmurrdock 

Prompt: Fernweh (German) - Longing for far-off places.

11. That Look - Peter Parker x Reader by @myteenwolf-world 

Prompt: Mamihlapinatapei (Yaghan) - The shared look of desire between two people too shy to make the first move.

12. Hurry Back - Chris Evans x Reader by @buckytrashbin 

Prompt: Retrouvailles (French) - The overwhelming happiness caused by seeing someone after a long separation.

13. Midnight - Chris Evans x Reader by @rotisserierogers

Prompt: La douleur exquise (French) - The pain of still caring for someone that you know you can never have.

14. Three Chances - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @sgtbxckybxrnes

Prompt: Ilunga (Bantu) - Someone willing to forgive a wrongdoing the first time; tolerates it the second time, but refuse to accept it a third time.

15. To Love and to Hold - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @kalliria

Prompt: Ya’aburnee (Arabic) - Means ‘you bury me’. This is the hope that a loved one will outlive you to spare yourself the pain of living without them.

16. Just a Glimpse - Steve Rogers x Reader by @sarahwroteathing 

Prompt: Koi No Yokan (Japanese) - The instantaneous feeling of meeting someone and knowing that the two of you are destined to fall in love. Not love at first sight, just knowing that you will one day fall in love with them.

17. Enough - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @xx-multi-fandom-imagines

Prompt: Naz (Urdu) - The confidence you feel after learning that someone is interested in you romantically.

18. The 5 Times You Caught Bucky Blushing - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @mindingmyownbusiness 

Prompt: Gigil (Filipino) - A physical response - like trembling, or blushing - to a situation that overwhelms your self-control.

19. Only One Love - Bucky Barnes x Loki Laufeyson by @kaleenjackson 

Prompt: Odnoliub (Russian) - Someone that has only one love in their life.

20. Lima Beans and the Green Gene - Bruce Banner x OC? by @fanaticfangirl001 

Prompt: Cheiro No Cangote (Portuguese) - To gently nuzzle your lover’s neck with the tip of your nose.

21. Come Night as Day - Bucky Barnes x Reader @canumoveyourseatup-no  

Prompt: Orenda (Huron) - An internal summoning of personal strength to change fate; the courage to love someone against the obstacles life has set before you.

22.  Hands All Over - Matthew Murdock x Reader by @serzhantkris

Prompt: Zhi Zi Zhi Shou, Yu Zi Xie Lao (Chinese) - To hold hands and grow old together.

23. Clean Up - Peter Parker x Reader by @too-cultured-for-your-bs

Prompt: Oodal (Tamil) - Sulking or faking being upset after a fight in an attempt to win sympathy from the other half.

24. So Close and So Far - Steve Rogers x Reader by @bucks-metal-fate 

Prompt: Cavoli riscaldati (Italian) - The attempt to restart a failed relationship. Refers to the situation as undoubtedly messy and completely unworkable.

25. Better Than a Movie - Steve Rogers x Reader by @danijimenezv 

Prompt: Kilig (Tagalog) - The sudden feeling of an inexplicable joy one gets when something romantic occurs.

26. Not Your Fault - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @bestmarvelmate 

Prompt: Aay’han (Mandalorian) - A bittersweet moment of mourning and joy.

27. Half - Bucky Barnes x Reader by @cheekybarnes 

Prompt: Dor (Romanian) - A sense of emotional pain associated with being separated from the person you love.

Thank you all for joining and writing!

[revwinchester]

Rewriting Rev Y1K Challenge

Two awesome things are happening all at once!  I’ve hit 1,000 followers and we’re approaching my one year tumblr-versary!  Though I’d been writing for a while before joining tumblr, my first post here was on August 20, 2016 and I’ve posted 58 fics on this blog between my one shots and drabbles (and one series).  That’s more than one a week, which is awesome and kind of surprising because I feel like I’ve had so much writer’s block this year!

To celebrate I’m hosting a challenge!  Huzzah!  The twist on this challenge is that I’ve taken my favorite line from 50 of my fics and I want to see what that line inspires YOU to write!

There are some rules under the cut followed by the prompts!!

Rules:

Send me an ask - not a message/reply/reblog, I’ll just tell you to send an ask - with your first and second choices for prompts.

Please be following me, this is a follower celebration (among other things) after all!

There is no minimum or maximum word count.  However, if you’re writing more than 500 words, please use the “Keep Reading” function.  Also, if this is going to be a series, I ask that you use the prompt in the first part of a new series.

All are welcome to participate!  If this is your 1st fic or your 1000th, feel free to join in the fun.  I would never have gotten this far without other people hosting challenges and inspiring me!

I don’t read RPF or Wincest/Incest Ships of any kind but, besides that, anything SPN goes!  Reader insert, shipping, original characters, gen!fic… it’s all good!

I don’t post smut on this blog but you can write smut, just know that I will be reblogging any smutty entries on @impalasutra.  Fluff, Angst, and Crack are all awesome and appreciated, too!

Entries must be posted by October 21, which is 2.5 months from now. (Note: Signups won’t close so if you’re finding this challenge in September or October, feel inspired by an available prompt, and feel like you’ll have the time to write, feel free to sign up!  Just let me know your ask is about the challenge.)

Tag me, @revwinchester in your A/N and use the tag #RewritingRev when you post so that folks can find everything.  And if I don’t like your post within 3 days, shoot me a message - my tags have been working on and off all summer and I don’t want to miss anything!

Prompts:

I’m not going to tell you which fic the prompts are from until I reblog your fic because I don’t want to influence anyone’s creativity :)

This is all a tequila induced hallucination @samwinjarpad

If you don’t mind my asking, Your Highness, what were you expecting?

You know which bones you need to burn, right?

So what are you “researching” with this Pixar movie? @lacqueluster

There will be plenty of time for apologies and self loathing later @mrspadackles

When have I ever striven to be normal, Dean? @masksandtruths

The next person to ask me if I’m alright is getting punched in the mouth @jpadjackles

What if I want that?  What if I’ve wanted that for a long time? @roxy-davenport

This is not a courtroom, there are no grounds for objection here @theriverscribe

And remember to always practice safe sexting @impalaimagining

I basically invited myself and didn’t want to stick around long enough for you to realize it and change your mind

It worked for the two of you, though, and that was all that mattered as you took out one of the two remaining teams on the map @justanotherdeangirl

As he lit the contents of the bowl on fire, the tell tale sounds of another wrestling match broke out. @lucilepiewhiskey

A strong handshake and you baked a pie?

Tonight all three of you died because of me

This is ridiculous.  I am an adult and I can handle this on my own @supernaturallymarvellous

If you hadn’t taken so long with that last lady, we wouldn’t be rushing right now

That was supposed to get you in the back of the head, but you turned around at the perfect moment

Dean wasn’t the only Winchester who didn’t care to talk about his feelings on the regular

Don’t be an idiot, get in the car @feelinthefanfiction

I definitely wouldn’t have untied my robe if I had known he was there @fangirlextraordinaire

That was, like, three apocalypses ago @queencflair

But don’t feel like you have to rush.  Unless, you know, you want to @not-that-rude-but-very-ginger

Any holiday that was basically about getting drunk was on their list of “acceptable holidays to celebrate”

I should probably sabotage you so that you’re stuck with us forever

You’re allowed to know about my career but I can’t be a fan of yours? @nanika67

I’m an archangel’s soulmate, not a damsel in distress @archangel-with-a-shotgun

I don’t think it’s gonna be that kind of party @uniquewerewolfsuit

Promise you won’t say another word and I’ll start praying

He hit a particularly pungent pathway in the tunnel and smiled to himself as he imagined what his humans’ reactions would be

Unlike that song, this is irony.  Situational irony if we’re being specific

You are not wearing the shirt that you used to disguise yourself as a hooker to go out on a date with some random guy

I promised to stay out of your head; please don’t make me break that promise.  Tell me what’s going on @winchestergirl-13

God knows you’ve got the hair for it…

What the hell are you talking about? And how are you so damn chipper?

Her friend had always had that talent; perhaps it was why they had grown so close

That uniform covers way too much to be anything but standard issue @crispychrissy

Yeah, we didn’t really get too far into my magical training before I killed the assholes who killed my parents

Though, from the looks of things, we were probably next on the menu.

You’re the brightest, most promising technical mind in the immediate area and we have need of your skills

I want to help people, still but not… not like this

Love you too, little bug @thecuriouscrusader

So, how much was my total and complete mortification worth?

“I know who Sam is, I’m talking to the guy next to him

We’re already a family

Oh, good, he does have a personality @savvywrites 

With the way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, how could she not end up believing it?

I should have realized, should have known, that it was your voice but not your words @thinkwritexpress-official

I’m just so happy to have you back safe and mostly sound

Now, there’s the snark I’ve come to expect! @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms

So, yeah!  Yay!  Join the challenge and celebrate with me!  I’m tagging some people in the hopes of a signal boost :D

ALL THE TAGS! (forevers): @deathtonormalcy56 @supernaturalyobsessed @roxy-davenport @sumara62 @ginamsmith @gallifreyansass

Mooselings: @jared-padaloveme

Squirrel Scouts: @akshi8278

People who participated in my last challenge: @avasmommy224 @roxy-davenport @maximumkillshot @impala-dreamer @chaos-and-the-calm67 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @buckysmetallicstump @supernaturallymarvellous @impalaimagining @paigeinastory

Some others who I hope will signal boost (or just ignore this post, either way haha): @atc74 @mrswhozeewhatsis @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @nanika67

Anyone else who wouldn’t mind signal boosting, please do so!!  And consider joining!

[buckysmetallicstump]

Ever the Gentleman Part 1

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Eventually Bucky x Reader.

Summary: The reader is deaf until Tony Stark saves the day with his technology. This leads to one of Starks famous party's what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1337

A/N - So this was my first ever fic but having it on my SPN blog felt weird so, I would love for you to read and tell me what you think. I also know that Hawkeye was injured then lost his hearing but this is my story and I wanted to go this way

Clint sat next to his eldest daughter, hands clamped around hers with his eyes screwed shut, praying that Tony Stark could finally help his daughter to become like most people in the world. She wasn't an alien, nor held special abilities, nor had super serum in her system like others they knew. No...she was deaf, which she unfortunately inherited from her father.

(Y/N) held Clint's hand in her own and was reassured that it was going to be okay by the squeeze of a hand. She let her eyes close briefly; before slowly nodding her head signaling that she was ready for a change.

'(Y/N)?' Tony said in a calm voice, as if talking to a cornered animal that was in desperate need of help after being attacked.

Her eyes flickered open and a wide smile appeared on her young face - it was surely going to hurt if she kept it on her face any longer - but continued anyway. She could finally hear again for the first time in forever.

All she could think of to say was 'thank you' repetitively as she tightly gripped onto the man who had made her a 'normal' person again. Refusing to let Tony out of her fierce hug, Clint choked back his tears but finally realised he would have to unlatch (Y/N) from Tony otherwise he'd probably suffocate.

She muttered her final 'thank you' before launching herself into her fathers embrace.

You took one last deep breath in and out, before letting out your hair from your previous ponytail, carefully smoothing and placing it over your ear; effectively covering the high tech hearing aid - courtesy of Mr Stark.

'Ready?' Clint whispered, affectionately planting a quick kiss at your temple. You nodded, slightly scared at the reaction you may get. Would it be too overwhelming? Will it break? It could but Tony would never let that go on for long, would he?

You both stepped through the elevator doors that led to the common room of the Avengers tower. approaching the living room to find a metal armed, ex-HYDRA assassin/super soldier, sitting on the couch mindlessly watching a world war two documentary; scoffing every time the commentators got a piece of information wrong.

Bucky's hearing was sharp and could make out the small footsteps from behind him. Slowly deflating after realising it was Clint and yourself.

'Yo, frosty, you seen Nat?' The archer asked him, with a I-need-to-know-now look.

Bucky replied with a shake of his head and gave him a nonchalant shrug. He turned to you, acknowledging that you were there and finally vocalised himself with a 'Hi' followed by a confident, shit-eating grin.

All you could do was raise your hand meekly whilst looking at his lips because after all you could still read his lips all he said was a mere greeting - as well as now hearing his melodic voice - if you wanted to keep up this act. You could tell that your cheeks immediately reddened at the sight of him, so you cautiously covered your face. Bucky returned your gesture with a confused expression followed by 'You don't talk much, do ya?' But you had to keep your expression dead serious as if nothing was said. As if she had a sixth sense of when she was needed or heard her name. Natasha walked through the door and immediately scolded the soldier.

'She's deaf you moron. She doesn't know what you're saying, she can barely lip read!'

Bucky muttered a few profanities under his breath, why he didn't realise earlier was beyond him. He was an assassin for god's sake, how could he have not known? He just figured you were just as shy as he was when he first came to the tower or that you were in awe of being surrounded by superheroes.

'Hey (Y/N)' she signed then smiled show her dazzling white teeth only reserved for the one's she loved, mainly those in the tower. 'I heard you wanted me?'

You nodded and turned to your father, who took over by explaining that you had a surprise for her. Her smile slowly faded into an amused smirk.

The first time you had surprised her, you sneak attacked her from behind to slap a high piled cream pie in her face. It was the bravest thing you had ever done and vowed that day that you would never do it again. After realising the biggest mistake you have ever made, you shuffled out of the room in the opposite direction to your Aunt to try and get an advantage. Her being a spy didn't help as she was so much faster than you and she'd caught up to you within a matter of seconds. This resulted in a tickled fight that you knew you were no going to win.

You quickly signed 'Nothing like last time!' with a big goofy grin planted on your face and absentmindedly rubbing over your ribs, recalling your last encounter of a 'surprise' before letting out the smallest giggle because you couldn't suppress it through your bitten lip.

Curiosity got the best of Natasha and asked 'What's this surprise then?' Bucky just laughed and rolled his eyes, remembering how impatient Natasha really was.

You brought your right hand to the right side of your now unruly, unkempt and untamed hair and slowly drug you hair out of the way to reveal the newest part of you. Before she had time to process what was happening, you cheekily smirked at her as Natasha did previously and murmured 'Hey Auntie Nat,'

'Holy Shit,' escaped from Bucky's mouth. Clint clapped the back of his head and not in a friendly matter. You just threw her head back in laughter and couldn't stop as soon as the rest of the avengers in the room joined in.

The fun was cut short as Steve stood in the doorway with his arms folded across the form of his broad, chiseled chest after coughing to break the deafening cackles coming from the living area. Nat and Bucky simultaneously nudged either side of you prompting you to talk.

'What's up, Captain?' You rasped, still in pain from laughing too much. Biting your lip, again.

'Oh, my God! You talk! What's going on?' He turned to look at Clint for an explanation of why you were suddenly talking let alone laughing. Hawkeye winked and pointed in the direction of your ear.

'She can finally hear again, old man. Stark actually helped for once!'

You stared at Steve, trying to gauge his reaction for a moment. After what felt like a millennium, he smiled and found yourself being pulled into a big bear hug.

You clutched to his chest and inhaled deeply. God he smelt heavenly; like fresh apples and chocolate chip cookies, that reminded you of your Grandpa and Grandma. Although, he smelt delicious, there was another super soldier's arms that you'd rather be in. You let out a content sigh whilst Steve finally released you from his powerful, rigorous grip.

Bucky approached you as Steve let go, surprisingly to embrace you too.  He leaned down to ear level and whispered 'Congrats, kiddo.' You were happy but disappointed at the same time. You hated the bittersweet taste left in your mouth because you thought that's all you might be to him, a kid, and you wanted so much more than that. As he was pulling away, you had to keep in a small whimper and pout. To your pleasure, he distinctly craned his metal, prosthetic arm around your waist and pulled you towards him in a possessive manner. This brought a good mood from within you but caused a sneer to rise on Clint's face causing Bucky's arm to abruptly leave your hip.

'I think we should celebrate!' Bucky announces 'Now is a good time as any.'

'And it gives Stark a reason to throw one! Makes a change, and (Y/N)'s a good reason to enjoy it.' Natasha quipped and beamed at you.

@thorne93 @winterboobaer @becaamm @jotink78 @shifutheshihtzu @hymnofthevalkyrie @capsheadquaters @kurosaki224-new-blog @emilyevanston @themcuhasruinedme @goody2shoessmut @vibranium-arm @feelmyroarrrr @redlipstickandplaid @caplanbuckybarnes @mizzezm @brandybucky @howlingbarnes @winter-in-wakanda @jesspfly @capnbbarnes @buckyappreciationsociety @aubzylynn @notsoprettykitty @lilasiannerd @muliermalefici @melconnor2007 @emoryhemsworth @cojootromuelle @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

[jayankles]

Knight in Distress.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5378 <--- longest fic ever, yay me

Warnings: ANGST, fluff.

A/N – This is my submission for @chaos-and-the-calm67 #Bev’s Milestone Challenge – the prompt and (3rd) gif is bolded and below. This also works for @mamapeterson  / @mrs-squirrel-chester ’s #SPN FAMILY LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE DAY 2017 challenge(sorta)  based on 12x03 - The Foundry.

Part of my on going series - Daddy’s Nugget.

Opening the door to your daughter's room, you peeked around the wooden frame, in search of her. 'Lizzie? Baby, are you ready? We gotta leave soon to see grandma and grandpa.' 'Mama! I need my coat! I can't find my coat!' She screamed, frantically pacing back and forth at the foot of her bed. 'Just grab your bag, I got your coat.' You assured her. 'You didn't take anything out of you bag did you?'

Lizzie bit her lip and looked down at her feet, her wiggling toes concealed by her booties, now holding more appeal than her mothers gaze, your gaze. 'Lizzie?!' You mustered up your best, stern voice, obviously it was working as she stumbled over her words as she tried to explain. 'I - uh - may have taken out my, uh, snacks and my iPod.' She narrowed her eyes, squinting off in the distance, the area behind you becoming her focal point. 'Please don't say what I think you're going to say.' She giggled innocently, you knew better, 'I ate them. And I listened to my music, I think it died.' 'Lizzie!' You huffed and rolled your eyes, 'you know I love you but you're just a pain in the ass, you got that from your daddy.' She looks up into your eyes and pouts as if she's about to cry. Please don't, you inwardly think. 'I'm sorry, mommy. I got hungry and I was bored and excited, so I listened to my music until I fell asleep.' She rushed out, hiccuping between every other word. 'Alright, it's okay. Come 'ere, kid.' Quickly, she ran to you her arms wrapping around your waist as her head lie against your stomach. Untangling yourself from her, you lifted her into your arms and held her close to you, her face buried in your neck. 'You know what your daddy does when you were upset?' 'Give me want I want until I stopped asking?' Her statement coming out with hesitation. You laughed at her honesty, not expecting that to come out of her mouth. 'Yes but when you were younger he would sing 'Hey Jude,' and you were out like a light. You were all snugly in his arms and when we tried to put you to bed you wouldn't let go of daddy. Had to have you sandwiched between us.' 'I can't remember.' She whispered hoarsely against your skin - you almost missed it - twisting the strands of your hair between her fingers. You hummed, setting her feet firmly in the ground again. 'You wouldn't, you were either too little or too tired. Maybe you could ask him when we get back to sing it for you? And as for the snacks and your iPod, we've got a car charger and we'll just go to the store on the way there, so you don't have to be upset, okay?' She nodded. You told her to finish getting ready and to come to the kitchen when she was ready so she could have breakfast and say goodbye to Dean.

You walked into the kitchen seeing that Sam and Dean were already dressed, sitting up the table with breakfast already scattered across the table.

'Hey Sam. Morning Dean.' Before you could walk off to do yourself some toast, you were pulled into his lap, unexpectedly, an involuntary squeal leaving your lips. 'Please don't, it's only the morning and I'm not ready to throw up just yet.' Sam sighed talking to the ceiling. You secured your arms around Dean's neck, for balance and comfort, and rested your forehead against his own. 'I'm gonna miss you.' 'Sam you might wanna get outta here.' Dean suggested. 'Can you just not?' 'I'm gonna be without her for a few days, need to make it up to her.' Dean pulled you tighter as Sam rolled his eyes at you. The latter whining as you planted a kiss on the former's lips. 'Shut up Sam, you see us kiss all the time!' You mentioned. 'Besides aren't you going to miss me, I'm a delight to be around.' He chuckled at your words and continued to dig into his breakfast. Too occupied to know anything more, your lips returned to Dean's, lips curling upwards as the long, deep kisses transformed into short, quick pecks all over your face. You were only going for a week, but to you knew it would feel like an eternity without Dean, as ridiculous as it sounded, you needed him, you especially hated when he went in hunt that lasted longer than necessary. Thoughts flew around your head, whether or not he was even alive what the main question that nagged you, floating around in the back of your mind, every time he wasn't home at the bunker. You shook the thought from your mind, not wanting to be upset, if you did that you were just torturing yourself and you knew that Dean could see the distant look on your face and the change in the atmosphere. You had gone into the dark place. Dean stopped kissing you, he bought his hand up to cup and cradle your face, thumb swiping over your cheekbone to bring you back to the here and now, to the present, to the safe place. ‘What have you found on her majesty’s secret service suck bags’ Dean asks as he pulls away from your lips. Sam sighed. ‘I turned the bunker upside down looking for any reference whatsoever to the British Men of Letters, all I found was this letter tucked into an old ledger from the London chapter house.’ ‘‘kay, well that’s somethin’.’ He questions positively. Sam huffs as he reveals his discovery. ‘Yeah, not so much.’ He twists the letter between his fingers and you notice that the letter is mostly blacked, the majority of it contents sworn to secrecy, no way of declaring, or making the hunters aware of what happened or what to do. You hate to admit it but the British Men of Letters did a damn good job. ‘Awesome.’ He really does say that a lot, you inwardly muse. ‘Morning Sunshine.’ Turning to see Castiel in the doorway, you ask, ‘you want some coffee?’ ‘no, thank you, I have to go.’ His lips quirk into a grateful smile even though he politely declines your offer for the hot beverage. The three of you shrug to each other, bewildered as you share a look between you, before Sam and Dean follow Cas out into the hallway. ‘Hey.’ ‘Cas, wait.’ The brothers both say simultaneously. ‘Where you off to?’ The seraph doesn't seemed fazed by the inquiry. ‘Cleveland, Ohio. I think I may have a lead on Lucifer. I found a police report about a man whose eyes flared a glowing red. Could be Lucifer in a new body.’ ‘We should check it out.’ Dean interjects. Cas is adamant as he quickly retorts. ‘No the devil is free because of me, finding him is my responsibility.’ ‘But you’re gonna need some back up on this.’ ‘If it is him, I will call you. In the meantime, I think you are needed here.’ The Angel squints and makes his exit. ‘What the hell was that about?’ Dean obvious confusion evident in his voice. ‘Mom.’ Sam simply states. ‘What are you talking about Mom’s fine.’ ‘You sure? I heard her walk around all night. You think she seems a bit withdrawn...shaky?’ ‘of course she’s shaky. She hasn’t been around since Jane Fonda been wearin’ leg warmers all she needs is a little R&R, some family time, she’ll be aces.’ Mary walks in, dressed and ready to go, her hair cropped short, it's a good look for her. 'Morning Mary.' 'Good morning, (Y/N).' She smiles at you, then turns her attention to the table, where the bacon is sitting, grabbing the first crispy piece she can get her hands on. ‘We can fry up some more, that stuff is probably cold by now.’ Sam offers. ‘It’s bacon.’ She smirks. ‘Wow, we are so related.’ Dean smiles as he looks between the three of you. 'No shit, Sherlock, she's your mom.' You giggle, rolling your eyes at him, a mechanism that you seem to use a lot around him. Sam’s head tilts a little as he examines his mom’s new appearance. ‘Did you cut your hair?’ ‘Wanted to keep it short, if i’m on a hunt. Don’t wanna give the bad guys an advantage of long, pullable hair, right?’ You had to agree with the woman. Although you never hunted, you understood her train of thought and where she was coming from. ‘I’ve been trying to tell Sam that for years.’ Slapping the older Winchester in the back of the head, you told him to 'stop it.' ‘Did you say going out on a hunt?’ ‘I found a case.’ She shrugs, wiping the grease off of her top lip with her pinky finger. ‘I thought you were still struggling with even the idea of the internet?’ Sam shakes his head in confusion. 'Okay, this seems like family hunting business, so I'm going to go check on Lizzie, see how she is before we go.' You collected the toast you had made and started to nibble on, putting it on a plate and making your way out. But not before you kissed him one last time, whispering against his lips that you loved him. Once you were gone, Mary continued. ‘I had Dean pick up some newspapers when he went into town.’ Dean goes into defensive mode. ‘Woah, woah. You didn’t tell me you were looking for a case.’ His face contorts, clearly distressed thinking that Sam would blame him if his mother dived right back into hunting straight away. ‘I wasn’t! I just found one. Minnesota. Two dead, locked room, victims had put in a call about a crying baby, the place was empty, the only one thing at the scene was their bodies, it’s been 5 days and the coroner still hasn’t put out the cause of death. Seemed fishy...It’s probably nothing, I just thought I’d get out there, stretch my legs.’ ‘I-I thought you-you weren’t down to hunt in the first place?’ ‘Things change right? Family hunting trip?' Dean asks his mother and younger brother. ‘Sure.’ Mary easily concedes before walking out of the room, leaving her sons to their own devices. Dean's answer comes out much more enthusiastic than you would have thought possible. ‘Alright, meet in the car in ten.’ ‘What about the R&R?’ Sam whisper shouts to his older brother. ‘Look, man, Cas healed your s'mores foot, all right? I got Baby back to mint. We're road ready. If mom wants to hunt, I say we hunt.’ He motions to the table, clearly indicating that Sam should clean the table before they leave. 'Yeah you got this...I gotta go say bye to my girls.' He jogged to Lizzie's room the one he'd hoped you would both be in, which you were. Your back was to him so he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, linking his fingers together. Yelping in surprise, you quickly relaxed into his touch, practically melting into his embrace. Your head rests on his shoulder, one hand rubs over his forearms as the other makes it way to the nape of his neck, playing with the short strands located there. 'Daddy!' Dean's little girl squeals with delight as the sight of her father. Your little moment with him is interrupted, he plants a kiss on your neck and releases you, just in time to catch Lizzie, who jumped straight into his arms. 'Hey Nugget, you almost ready? Because Daddy's gotta go in a few minutes.' 'you got a case, huh?' She frowns playing with his ears, a fascination she has always had when she was becoming upset and in her father's presence. She clings to him tighter not wanting to part just yet with him. She knows that his job is dangerous, that he might not come back so when he does tell her that he is leaving, she pours in every single piece of love she feels for him; nothing more, nothing less. 'I'm sorry, princess.' He states sincerely. He tells her that he should be back in a few days, assures her - assuring the both of you. You know it's for his benefit. He wants to have a normal life, one without monsters, where he can life in piece, without constantly having to look over his shoulders and be scared that his family would be taken from him. He wants it. So badly craves it. But he knows he can't have a completely normal life. The closest to normal he is going to get is hunting monsters while he had Sam by his side, his mom back in his life and, you and Lizzie and any newcomers that you hope would join the party of three later on. He knows he can't leave this life, he can't abandon it because he knows what's out there. And quite frankly, he can't leave this life because he believes he's damn good at it. He knows he's a damn good hunter. It kills him every time he has to leave but you have convinced him that he makes the world a safer place, not just for himself and his family but for the others in this world that get caught up and tangled with the murders and crimes that the monsters, whether people believe in them of not, commit. 'It’s okay, daddy. You're a superhero and you have to save the world.' She’s determined to let him know, she was never old enough to understand until now, and it just puts a smile on his face. If he can appear a superhero in the eyes of his daughter, it’s all worth it. 'Don't you forget that, baby girl. Anytime you are in trouble, I'll always come to your rescue. You got it?' She nods, 'okay but you gotta pinky swear and lock it in. You remember what we do?' She repeats the previous action and sticks out her pinky immediately, waiting for Dean to do the same. When he does, their pinkies interlock, they then bring their fists up and kiss their own respective thumbs. They stick their thumbs together in a silent promise and rest their head against each other's. It's always been their thing, it has been their secret little handshake that everyone knows about but can't copy or repeat the action with anyone else, including you apparently. You stand back as they interact with each other, she's always been a daddy's girl. Tears threaten to spill, you don't know why, but they just do. You wipe away the no existent tears before the water begin to trail from your eyes, the precipice almost breaking. 'Shall we go say bye to daddy, Sammy and grandma Mary before they go?' You asked her as they pulled apart from each other. 'Yeah!' Dean didn't release Lizzie, instead, his grip tightened until the three of you reached the garage. Lizzie wiggled free as she walked through the doors. Spotting her uncle, she ran to him colliding with the back of his legs. Caught off guard, his knees buckled, nearly causing him to fall forward. He quickly regained his balance. Sam spun his torso around and saw his niece, holding to his long legs. Reaching behind him, he one handedly hauled Lizzie off of her feet by her waist, she squealed in surprise as she was turned upside down and Sam started to tickle her sides. 'Uncle Sammy...Stop...I can't... I can't breathe!'Her small, sweet giggles turn into obnoxiously loud cackles and you may think that sound is your new favourite; it shows that she’s truly happy to be around her family. Watching the two play around, your arms wrapped around Dean's waist, playing with the lapel of his jacket. 'We made her. Just saying.' 'I gotta say something.' He sounds hesitant but his words flow easily from his mouth. You acknowledged his words with a hum and looking into his eyes as he spoke. 'I'm proud of us. I'm amazed that someone like you could love a monster like me.' 'Dean-' you interrupt. 'No, let me finish.' His tone was soft yet demanding, 'we made something so pure, so precious, and for that I owe you my life and so much more.' 'You done can I talk now?' Your attitude shining through as you raise your eyebrow at him and purse your lips. His brows creased as he nodded at you, signalling that you could continue. ‘You, Dean Winchester, are not a monster, you are anything but that. Did you not listen to Lizzie? You are a superhero whether you like it or not. And if I have to tell you every day then so be it. You are the good guy in this. You’ve been to hell, for gods sake, you went to purgatory. You were a demon for crying out loud. You’ve had a weight on your shoulder since you were four years old. Dean, you practically raised Sam, you were bringing up Ben even when you didn’t know whether or not he was yours. You, Dean Winchester, are the bomb dot com. You are the most amazing human being I have ever met. How could you even think something like that? A fucking monster?' You scoff. 'The only thing that makes you a monster was when you listen to Taylor Swift and didn't change it over. Anyway, my point is, I love you for you. You have overcome all these shitty obstacles and you're still here and you are stronger for it. In my eyes you are so perfect, you're an adorable little bean.' He smiles, flashing you his perfect teeth and deep dimples. Show you exactly what you wanted to see. 'Yep, that right there,' you point to his smiling face, 'is one of the many reasons that I fell in love with you.' 'It wasn't my charming good looks and smooth moves.' Waggled his eyebrows at you. You grip him tighter, burying your face in his chest, laughing at him. 'That was how you reeled me in but I stayed because you treated me like queen and even though we fight I just know that I can't live without you and our little family over there,' you gesture to your daughter and her uncle, Mary watching them for where she was standing, leaning against Baby. 'Alright, stop with the sap, you little shit otherwise I'm going to cry and you know I have to keep up appearances and be the tough guy.' He shrugs Your clasp on him loosens, hands trailing over stomach, - the muscles going taut, reacting to your touch - running up to his chest, fingers tracing the where his tanned skin met his grey tee. Dean sighed at the contact and pressed his forehead to yours, perfectly content with just staying in the bunker with you, in that moment. Leaning forward, your noses bumped together making you smile. You were definitely going to miss moments like these. His arms wrapped around waist tighter, pulling you further into him. You rose so you were stretched in your toes, the action pressing your mouths together, your breaths mingling as both you and Dean passionately kissed. When you eventually pulled away for breath, your lips slanted against his one more time, a quick kiss; you just couldn’t get enough of him. 'You better go,' you reluctantly advised, your arms tracing over the shoulders of his green canvas jacket, 'say goodbye to Lizzie and I'll say bye to Sam and your mom.' Sam had just put Lizzie back on the ground, giving we a little time to recover, ‘see ya soon, shorty.’ She and Sam share a hug that lasts a few seconds before she ran straight into the arms of Dean. You quickly said goodbye to Sam and Mary before they had all jumped into the impala, waiting for Dean. 'Hey Dean?' 'Yeah, sweetheart?' His voice grave and deep, making you almost melt right then and there. 'If you need me, I'll come straight away. I don't care what time it is, you tell me when and where and I'll be there, we'll be there. I’ll sew you up even though it grosses me out.' You shivered, even at the thought of it. 'I'll keep that in mind but I'll be fine.' With that, Dean got into the car and pulled out of the garage, honking his horn signalling their departure and final goodbye. You guided Lizzie back to her room to grab her belongings for the week. She hauled her rucksack onto her back and tried to drag her duffel which you instantly took from her, it was way too heavy for her smaller stature. Most of your bags were already in your car so you didn't need to worry too much about that. The last things to grab were your keys, phone, purse, and shoulder bag. Once those were on your person, you were ready to go, trailing behind your daughter up the stairs. The bunker was warded and locked up, there was no way anyone could get in. Luckily it was only a two hour journey to get to Manhattan, Kansas so you could stop off at the supermarket and finally be on your way.

Three days later...

The hunt was successful. If is wasn't for Mary intuition to go back to the house, the brothers would have thought the case was over, after just burning the Lucas Kellinger's bones, the myling that was attached to Hugo Moriarty’s spirit. ‘Well are you gonna take a shower or a nap, you really went through it today.’ ‘Nah, I’m okay.’ Mary replied gently. ‘And erm, listen apologies, if me and sam hijacked or sidelined ya in anyway, this was your case, you know, and you kicked ass.’ ‘I kicked ass? You saved me.’ She half heartedly exclaims. ‘Yeah but you were right, you know, those kids were innocent. We didn’t even know what Moriarty’s deal was.’ ‘I do. When he possessed me, I saw, I felt it, all of it. When Hugo lost his child, he went mad, buried himself alive in his basement and walled himself in and starved to death’ ‘Damn.’ ‘But when new families moved in, families with children, he coveted those children, so he took them, killed them and somehow that bound their spirits to his, that’s where he got his power. He was so greedy...twisted.’ ‘Mom it’s okay. Alright? You’re home now.’

‘No’ Mary looks down at her feet, saddened and embarrassed as she chooses her next words. ‘I’m not. I miss John. I miss my boys.’ Sam walks in, pushing his hair behind his ears, overhearing his mother. ‘We’re right here mom.’ ‘I know. In my head. But i’m still mourning them as I knew them, my baby Sam and my little boy Dean. Just feels like yesterday, we were together in heaven and now I’m here and John is gone and they’re gone. Every moment I spend with you reminds me, every moment I lost with them. And I thought hunting, working, would clear my head.’ Mary looks around at the boys. Dean feels as if he can’t breathe, he’s just got his mother back, the one that’s been dead for over thirty years, and now she says that she doesn’t want to be with them. It’s like a punch to the gut, it’s something that Dean won’t be able to understand. ‘Mom, what are you trying to say?’ ‘I have to go. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I just need a little time.’

Mary steps towards Dean, but his emotions are running high; he’s hurt and he’s fuming. He backs away from her refusing any contact  with her; eye contact and physical contact. Their mother stops and looks at him for a moment before turning and picking up their late father’s journal. She has the nerve to go to Sam, but it’s not her Sam, not the six month old child that she remembers. She hugs him tightly, whispering that she loves him, she shuffles out of the embrace and turns to face Dean once more.

‘I love you both.’

Dean acknowledges her words with a small nod, his lips drawn into a thin line, but, her words, they don’t mean anything, you know the saying actions speak louder than words. Her actions are killing him on the inside, but the words in his head revolves around the same sentences.

‘You’re not good enough Dean. Sooner or later, everyone leaves.’

He doesn’t know which hurts more.

Mary returns to the table and stuffs her husband’s journal into her bag and makes her way up the stairs, her decision clearly made. Sam jumps at the sound of the heavy metal door slamming, no one could have prepared for the pain that followed when Amara brought back their mother.

You are just about finished with eating dinner with your family. It's been a long time since you have seen them, estimated around a year. You remember to tell Lizzie stories about them, show them pictures of who your family are; what they look like, what they are to you. She's quite good at remembering names and faces. It's hard after a long period of time away from them but she quickly recalls them after another introduction. She runs towards your brother as he rounds the corner. Her eyes light up at the sight and Jake plasters a genuine smile on his face, happy to see his bouncing baby niece.

Your other family feels a little resented, but they understand that her small mind cannot obtain all information. She takes time to warm up to the others, slowly but surely she break out of her shell. She cuddles against her grandparents, aunties and uncles, and her cousins up until dinner is ready and she climbs into the seat in between you and Jake. Your phone sings and you beam as Dean's name flashes across the screen. Excusing yourself from the table, you answer the phone a chirp in your voice that is covered by the food that you haven't yet swallowed. He sniffles on the other end and your happiness dissipates, obviously something is wrong. Dean clears his throat and takes his time, he murmurs your name hoarsely and it breaks your heart. 'Please don't leave me.' He whispers. Dean's behaviour is abnormal, you know about his self loathing and the way he puts himself down but it never been this bad that he has called you when you offered for him to call you. He always been so put together, takes it in his stride and takes full responsibility for his or anyone else's actions. He's never sounded so broken and that rips your heart to shreds. 'Dean, what's going on? What would make you think I would leave you? Why are you saying this?' Your voice is cracking as you start to panic. 'Mary's gone, she left. Said she needed space. Did I do something wrong?’

You note that he called her Mary, not mom.

'Dean, no, you didn't. It's not because of you! Are you at the bunker?' He hesitated his response, 'yeah, got here a few hours ago. All in one piece, mostly.' Apart from his heart that has been shattered. The mom that he had imagined, created, and grown to love, was just that. She was a figure of perfection that was made up from his four year old brain. 'Okay baby, we're coming home now okay, see you in a few.' Before you could hang up, he quickly stopped you from doing so. '(Y/N), wait! I love you.' His last words were mumbled, but you could still hear them perfectly, before he abruptly pressed the button to end the call not giving you anytime to respond as you mull over his words. You rushed into the dining room where everyone was settled in their seats still. Their animated conversation came to a halt upon your return.

‘Mom, Dad, I’m sorry. Lizzie and I have to go. Something happened with Dean’s mom.’

‘Oh God, sweetie, is she okay?’

‘I’m not sure but I promise I will come back and I will keep you both posted, we just gotta go.’

‘Alright, just be safe okay?’ You kissed your parents and waved goodbye to the rest of your family, making your way home to where your knight in distress was.

You were home within an hour and a half, thanks to your crazy, but safe, driving and light traffic. You rushed into kitchen, where you knew he would be sporting a bottle of whiskey in hand.

Lizzie ran into his arms, which he just had enough time to put the bottle to the side. She giggled as he buried his face in her neck, his slight beard that starting to grow, poking and scraping against her soft skin.

You sunk down on the floor next to them, your legs outstretched and automatically tangling with his.

‘Let’s go to bed.’ You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder momentarily.

Your daughter slides off of him and grapples at his hand, pulling him up easily with your teamwork and his co-operation. He picks her up and settles her on his hip as he leads you to your shared bedroom.

Drawn into each other, Lizzie is sandwiched between the two of you and Dean’s arm reaches over Lizzie’s small body and drapes over your waist, on the bed. He grips your hip, afraid that your are going to be ripped away from him, much like his mother. That was a mistake and a choice she made. Sleep came quickly to you, being surrounded by the people you love. But, Dean on the other hand, had his eyes open just staring at your and his daughter’s sleeping figures. He was scared. He believe that, although you came back to comfort him, you would just up and leave, he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers, not when his mother had just left him.

He extricated himself from his daughter’s killer clutch on him, rolling her to her opposite side so that she could cling to you.

He strolled over to your side of the bed and couched down, amiring the frown on your face as you peacefully slept, his favourite dimple appeared as your twisted to lay on your back; the one between your brows when they creased closer together. Dean couldn’t stop his arm as it shot out and his finger gently traced and caressed the shape of your jaw. Your eyes fluttered open at his actions and a smile graced your face.

People pretty much hear what they want to hear, see what they want to see and believe what they want to believe. And he guessed he fell into that trap aswell. He wanted to believe that everyone in his life would leave, just like his mother. He believed that everyone he got close to would end up dead. But there was a selfish part of him, a selfish part of both of you that you couldn’t do without each other and then Lizzie was brought into the world, although it wasn’t planned she was the best thing that had ever happened to the both of you. She brought the both of you closer together. It gave Dean a reason to live. It gave Dean a reason to believe that something good can happen in his life. His insecurities were reduced but were still there, especially after what had happened a mere few hours ago.

‘Dean, I’m not going anywhere. Two reasons; on, I love you too much to leave you and two, I’m too lazy.’

Dean smiled at your humour even when you were half asleep, he was convinced you were funnier when you were half awake but that was something he would never tell you; he would get a punch to the gut, and that was way worse that what the monsters would have done.

He was just glad that you had kept the promise you made all those years ago.

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas

[Summary]: Peter being away on a mission during Christmas time has you humming the “Christmas Blues”. But you’re in for a special holiday surprise that is sure to brighten your Christmas Day.

[Pairing]: Peter x reader (quite a bit of Aunt May and mentions of Steve)

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A/N: Gif was made by yours truly! This is my first Peter fic (so go easy on me) and I loved writing it so much! This is also for @buckthegrump‘s “Em’s Pick Your Poison Writing Challenge”. Prompt will be in BOLD. Also used this song as inspiration [x] By far, one of my favorite instrumental versions of “I’ll Be Home For Christmas”. The violin solos are just beautiful!

“Peter, just tell her you’ll be home for it,” Aunt May said. “And how do you know that [Y/N] will like what you got for her?”

“Oh, she’ll like it,” he replied. “It’s been something she’s wanted since she saw it in the store.” 

Aunt May was busy finishing up some cookies she had just baked while on the phone with Peter, asking him if he would be home for Christmas. It was still a bit of a toss-up, seeing as how the mission was taking a bit longer than usual. But it also looked like it would be over soon and Peter would be able to be home with the family.

You walked in as Aunt May said bye to Peter and asked her who that was.

“Oh, wrong number,” she said as she tried to keep a straight face, removing the cookies from the cookie sheet. She always tried to make sure you weren't to worried over him, knowing that it only led to more stress for you.

Giving her a curious look, you snatched a cookie from the cooling rack. Sitting down at the counter, you broke the cookie in half and asked her, “So, how’s Peter? Have you been able to talk to him?”

She looked up at you and smiled. You smiled back at her while you ate your cookie.

“Peter’s good. The mission is taking a bit longer than they thought so, I don’t know if he’s gonna be home for Christmas.”

“Oh, ok,” you answered and gave a pouty face.

“Now, [Y/N]. It’s not that bad,” Aunt May said and gave you a hug. “I know it’s your first Christmas as a couple but this is what life is gonna be like being with him. He is a superhero after all.”

You nodded and did well hiding the tears that were wanting to form. You knew Aunt May was right. Dating a superhero was hard because of the constant leaving he had to do when he was needed for a mission but the feelings the two of you had for each other was worth more than having him be gone for a couple weeks at a time.

“Besides,” Aunt May sighed. “Even if he isn’t home, we’ll have a nice one with it just being the two of us. Do some catching up on our show?” She nudged you with her elbow and smiled.

You smiled back, thinking it would be a great way to spend a day with Aunt May; binge-watching some tv and spending some quality time with your favorite “Aunt”. But it would be even better to Peter with you for it.

A few days after that, Peter called Aunt May again and let her know that he wouldn’t be able to make it home in time. The mission took a turn and things were going south. He couldn't stay on the phone long, but he said that he would try to make it back before New Year’s.

Aunt May sat on the edge of her bed and silently prayed for Peter to stay safe. A few tears slid down her cheeks and when you knocked on the door, she quickly wiped them away.

“Everything ok?” you asked, sitting down next to her.

“Yea, everything’s fine.” She got up and paced for a couple seconds. “Just talked with Peter,” she finally said.

“Is everything ok?” Panic started to set in your voice.

“It’s fine. Peter’s fine. But, it doesn’t look like he’s going to make it home for Christmas. He said the mission took a turn and I couldn’t really hear anything after that because it started to break up but it sounded like he would try to be home before New Year’s.”

You hung your head. Aunt May sat back down next to you and wrapped you in her arms, placing a kiss on your temple and tried to comfort you. You wrapped your arms around her in a hug, knowing that the two of you were having some form of heart break that Peter wouldn't be home to spend Christmas with the two of you.

                                                      MEANWHILE

As the team fought their way through the compound, Peter tried to stay focused on the task at hand yet his mind kept wandering to you and Aunt May. Not only were the two of you having some heart break, but so was he.

This would be the first Christmas that he wouldn't be able to spend with the two of you and he couldn't stand it. He wanted to have this mission be over so badly so he could be home with you and Aunt May, wearing “ugly Christmas sweaters” on Christmas (as was the Christmas tradition that Aunt May had made), having her delicious cookies, sipping eggnog, unwrapping gifts and cuddling by the fireplace with you.

While he ran down an empty hallway with Steve, they stopped at the end and Steve looked down the other hallway, seeing that things were about to get even rougher, as around 20 or so men were coming, guns drawn at the ready. Steve suddenly pushed him against the wall.

“You need to get out of here now, Peter,” Steve said out of breath.

Peter looked at him with so much confusion in his eyes. 

“I’m not sure this is a good idea for you to keep going along with us on this mission. It’s getting to dangerous and I can’t afford to lose anyone, especially a kid. You should be getting back home to Aunt May and your girl. We got this,” Steve answered, looking at Peter with the most stern face.

Peter just nodded, ran the opposite direction and fought his way out.

Christmas morning came and it looked like as though it would be spent as Aunt May promised. After having breakfast, she made you and herself a cup of hot chocolate and you brought a few blankets to the couch.

The doorbell rang and both of you looked at each other, going for that small Christmas miracle it would be Peter. Aunt May went to the door and opened it, greeting a small group of carolers and after several songs they left, leaving the two of you to start the binge-watching.

Halfway through the fourth episode, your phone went off saying a text had come. You looked at it and your eyes widened. Aunt May looked at you as you quickly jumped from the couch and ran to the door, yanking it open.

“Hey, [Y/N],” Peter said and gave you a smile.

Tears started to fill your eyes, not even sure if you wanted to believe the sight that was standing in front of you. Aunt May came rushing over as soon as she heard Peter’s voice and hugged him tight.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to be home?” she asked as he entered and placed his bags at the door.

“I wasn’t but Steve could see that it was getting to dangerous and said I had to get out of there. Said I should be home with you guys.”

You silently thanked Steve for letting Peter be home for Christmas and wrapped him in your arms as Aunt May went back into the kitchen to make a cup of hot chocolate for him.

Peter hugged you tight then cupped your face. Placing some loose strand of hair behind your ear, he stared into your [Y/E/C] eyes and gave you a small smile. He then gently placed his lips on yours and enveloped you into his hold, as both of you deepened the kiss. Aunt May came over, cleared her throat and the two of you quickly separated.

“You two can take care of that later. Right now, we got presents to open,” she said.

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Selfless Love- part 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 940

Warnings: Slight Angst, Language (probably)

A/N: Reminder that this story is a slow burn. Good luck to everyone with exams and/or papers to write! 

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The change in Bucky’s behaviour surprised everyone. He talked and smiled a little more, he stayed around after dinner. Even his therapist said he looked happier.

Your wound healed slowly, it left a scar shaped like a crescent moon. You often found yourself tracing it with the pad of your index. It reminded you of Bucky.

There was something about him that put you at ease. Perhaps it was his shy demeanour or his selflessness. Whatever it was, you were growing fond of him and it terrified you, so you decided to keep your distance.

Rebecca Kaplan, skilled psychologist, observed Bucky silently. He was snapping the elastic band around his wrist, a tell-tale sign of his anxiety.

He avoided her eyes. He knew he had to speak first, it was one of her rules. Once, they had spent an entire session in complete silence because he had refused to speak.

“Doc, I’m not good at this,” he groaned. “Where I’m from we don’t talk about our feelings. We lock them away deep inside and pretend they don’t exist.”

“Ah, the 30s,” she grinned and nodded towards the elastic band around his wrist. “What troubles you?”

He sighed, trying to put his thoughts into words. “I think Y/n hates me.”

Dr Kaplan nodded slowly. During the last three sessions, Bucky had talked about you at length. She quickly understood that he was developing romantic feelings for you, but he was clueless.

“Why do you think that, Bucky?”

“She doesn’t talk to me anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Did I do something wrong?” he said, more to himself than to her.

“Why don’t you talk to her?”

“I can’t. I tried,” he groaned. “I stutter and blush like we’re in some kind of parallel universe and I’m Steve Rogers.”

“And your journals?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m showing her that.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she replied, shaking her head. “Maybe you could write her a letter.”

“I don’t know,” he sighed after a moment of contemplation.

Later that day, Bucky returned to the compound. A delicious smell greeted him the moment he opened the door. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply as he entered the kitchen.

“It’s soup,” Wanda grinned when she saw him sniff the air like a dog. “My grandmother’s recipe. I’ve added alphabet pasta, it was Pietro’s favorite.”

She smiled a sad smile as she remembered her late brother. Bucky wasn’t sure what to do, so he offered to set the table. When he was done, she told him dinner would be ready in half an hour. He retreated to his bedroom and tried to write you a letter. Ten minutes later all he had was ‘Dear Y/n’.

When FRIDAY informed him that dinner was ready, Bucky went to your bedroom, but you were not there. Feeling a bit down, he walked down the hallway to the kitchen.

It was just Sam, Wanda, Bucky and you that night, the others were either with their families or on missions. You sat in front of Sam as Wanda poured the soup into deep plates. She sat next to Sam and passed you the bread basket. You frowned when she smiled at someone standing behind you.  

Bucky sat next to you, careful not to touch you. You looked up at him and gave him a half smile. Sipping your soup quietly, you threw occasional glances at Bucky.

You were falling hard for him and you wanted to believe that you could cross the line from friends to lovers. It happened to Monica and Chandler and they were happy. But this was your life, not some TV show. If things didn't work out between you, you’d lose your best friend.

You didn’t want to mess things up with Bucky. Besides, you knew he was still struggling with his demons. The timing wasn’t right.

While Wanda and Sam were chattering away, Bucky watched you from the corner of his eye. Your shoulders were slumped and you looked utterly defeated. It made his heart sink.

He smiled softly, an idea forming in his mind. His brows pulled together in concentration as he wrote you a message in alphabetti spaghetti. He gave you a nudge, prompting you to look at him. You followed his gaze and saw three letters lined up on the edge of his plate.

H E Y

When you smiled at him, your face lit up with glee and he couldn’t stop staring at you. He tore his eyes away from yours and used his spoon to fetch more letters.

U O K

You stared at the three new letters for a moment before you looked back at him and nodded. He mirrored your smile and pushed the letters back into the soup.

You turned to Sam and Wanda who were talking about their incoming mission. They didn’t seem to notice that you and Bucky were in your own little bubble. Bucky gave you another nudge.

M I S S U

You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. He missed you. You were so busy running away from your feelings that it didn’t occur to you that Bucky might need you.

You hung your head in shame, feeling like the worst friend in the world. You forced yourself to meet his gaze and mouthed the word ‘sorry’.

He smiled and held your hand under the table. You laced your fingers with his and gave him a reassuring squeeze, letting him know that everything was fine. At this moment, you made a vow to yourself that you’d always be there for him.

Part 4

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Ever the Gentleman Part 2

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Eventual Bucky x Reader

Summary: The reader is deaf until Tony Stark saves the day with his technology. This leads to one of Stark’s famous parties. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 1845

Warnings: Embarrassment, Cliffhanger, Language

PART 1

The brightness of the sunlight had awoken from your quite restful slumber as soon as it hit your face, momentarily blinding you for a second, streaming through your lilac curtains and you groaned loudly immediately remembering how hammered you got from Thor’s Asgardian liquor. How did I get here? you thought. The last thing you remembered Thor had broken a glass for the third time and decided to question your laughter every time.

Shifting from your left to your right side, you noticed a full glass of water with ice, ‘someone must have been in here not too long ago’  two pills and three notes on your table.

The first and second note were just 'eat me’ and 'drink me’ scribbled on the pieces. You snorted softly, hoping no one would hear you, 'how Alice in Wonderland’ you mumbled under your breath. The third note was a bit peculiar because is was folded unlike the rest.

You reached over, still in pain decided to take the pills and a large gulp of the ice water to soothe the burning sensation upon your forehead. After both pills were swallowed, you placed the glass back on the bed side table and received the third and final note.

‘(Y/N),

I know you might not remember what happened last night after you got smashed but I left these to ease the pain.

Hope you don’t mind that I went into your room.

Your Knight in Shining Armour.’

’Aren’t they sweet…but I need to find them.’

When your quest began, it was after you had a scolding hot shower. Trying to ignore the excruciating pain, you lathered up and cleansed yourself of whatever impurities that had occurred during the night before.

You were clad in dark blue jeans with a purple and black plaid shirt and a grey tank top underneath, and finally pulled on your black sneakers. As you made your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast, you grabbed a hair tie from the drawers that were set up next to the door and threw your hair up in the messiest ponytail you’ve produced. Then placed a pair of sunglasses at the top of your head because you were bound to be needing them in the long run.

You approached the common room to see Thor on the couch, Natasha and Clint in the kitchen, and Wanda, Steve and Bucky perched on the stools awaiting the arrival of their breakfast. Your body still felt like jell-o, so you just flopped onto the couch; tossing your sunglasses on the coffee table and laid your head in Thor’s lap. He chortled before asking you how you felt after drinking his powerful Asgardian liquor. 'Oh, shut up and play with my hair.’ You paused after remembering your manners 'Please…’ smiling as sweetly as you could to up the advantage you had over him. He eventually gave in and started to rhythmically stroke your hair, freeing it from your previously made ponytail. You continued 'Why do I keep drinking your Asgardian shit!’ When you let a profanity escape, you immediately closed your eyes because you knew a lecture was approaching. ’Here we go’

'Ooo, Steve. (Y/N) said a bad word.’ The one time Bucky actually speaks, its to tell Steve that you swore and whips up his head immediately, tearing his gaze away from his daily newspaper. You heard the smallest giggle come from Wanda and Natasha causing you to roll back your eyes, whilst your dad just shook his head and continued to cook the pancakes, eggs and bacon. You sent Bucky the evilest death glare that you had. 'Thank…You…Bucky’ you said snarling. You wasn’t very convincing because he just laughed at you. So you painted a sarcastic smile on you face, then turned away and bit your lip to suppress the smile forming on your lips; returning to the vacant space on Thor’s lap that you previously occupied.

You knew Steve didn’t miss it, even if Bucky didn’t tell him. He had super hearing, for god sake, as well as everything else that was super soldier. Before Steve could start his lecture you quickly said 'Sorry Steve.’ ’Why is it that you can constantly swear and you lecture us on it.’ Wanda couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. You realised she just unintentionally read your mind. You widened your eyes at her but then smiled, “Come on Wanda, you know it’s true.’

Breakfast went well, the banter around the table seemed to make you forget about the swearing situation with Steve. You sat in between Wanda and Sam, whilst Bucky sat across from you. You could help but look around only to stop to overlook Bucky’s features subtly but a few times he had caught you, so you just had a big dopey grin on your face and he surprisingly returned it with a smile of his own. His smile wasn’t as big or as dopey as yours but you could still see he pearly white teeth shining through and oh God was it a beautiful sight to behold, it was because of you, at your expense. You broke out of your trance when you heard an indiscreet cough and a small nudge on your left knee. Sam winked at you and you registered that you were staring at Bucky whilst the other Avengers around the table were smirking at you.

’Fuck, why do I have social anxiety’ You couldn’t take the pressure anymore so you got up, thanked Nat and your dad for the pancakes and ran as fast as your legs would take you. You felt like Quicksilver at this point. Speaking of the devil, you ran into the Sokovian 'What is the hurry, младшая сестра(little sister)?’ he asked and he actually looked concerned as a stray tear trailed down a cheek. He wrapped an arm around you and awkwardly wiped the tear away. 'Come on, младшая сестра, it can not be that bad, do you want me to go to your room with you?’ He asked, slipping his arm away from you.

'It’s nothing to worry about, Pietro. I just stubbed my toe and it hurts like a bitch. I’m cool, I just needed to grab something for it anyway. Go! Have your breakfast. And by the way, I’m older than you.’ You’ve never been good at lying but somehow this came out so convincingly, it was like you were always a klutz around the tower and the earth’s mightiest heroes. Pietro fell for your lies and quickly rushed over to the kitchen to enjoy the first meal of his day.

'Fuck,’ you mumbled under your breath 'Why am I even crying, God, (Y/N), you’re so pathetic.’

Not wanting to attract anymore unwanted attention by slamming the door, you grasped the handle tightly in your palms and slowly crept to the door frame to create as little sound as possible. ’Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.’ you thought whilst bashing your head against the wall several times.

Deciding to stop moping around, you walked into the bathroom and rid yourself of any leftovers that may have got trapped in between your teeth. Two minutes are up and you spit out the remainder of the paste into the sink. Looking in the mirror, you find yourself taking a deep breath and recall the events that happened in the dining room.

'Was it that obvious, Jesus,  what is wrong with me? He’s gonna hate me. God, Look out Captain America because Captain Obvious is here.’ Resting your elbows on the edge of the porcelain sink you press both of your cheeks to the heels of your hand and position your fingertips at the top of your forehead, allowing them to dance in an attempt to calm yourself.

You needed to get your mind off of the little incident that had occurred in the dining room so you stride to your book shelf and pick out 'Game Of Thrones’ because your life isn’t as bad as theirs at least you’re not dead.

Satisfied with your book of choice, you snatched your iPod with its headphones and ambled to your bed. Settling into your bed, you placed the headphones in your ears with the hope to tune out the team in the tower. You clicked play on your favourite song and pressed repeat. Opening the first page of the book you tried to concentrate and that is exactly what you did. "We should go back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them.  "The wildlings are de-“

Out of the peripherals of your eyes, you saw someone entering your room. You glanced up and spotted a familiar broad physique with striking azure eyes and shoulders length chestnut hair; holding the glass with the remains of your orange juice that you didn’t dare to finish.

Before you could thank him, he sat next to you on your bed, with his foot tucked under his alternative thigh and apologised.

'Why are you apologising, I made a fool out of myself and I probably embarrassed you, too. I’m the one that’s sorry…and thank you, Bucky.’

He gave you a confused look, furrowing his brows, internally asking why. 'For taking care of me, even when I don’t really deserve it.’ He turned his face hiding the redness creeping upon his heated cheeks. Realisation dawned on you. 'Wait…’ He snapped his head up to look at you and set his lips into a hard, thin line as to not give anything away. 'What?’ he responds nonchalantly.

'It’s you, isn’t it?’ He stares at you, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head not comprehending what your talking about just yet. You reach over his crossed leg, into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the neatly folded paper; he recognised it instantly and slyly perked up. You hesitantly reached out to haul his left arm closer to you only stopping to look up at him and ask for permission. He returned the gesture with a lopsided smile and allowed you to hold his hand in both of yours.

Neither of you dared to break eye contact; but you did finally break the silence. 'You-You’re my knight in shining armour’ you say, tracing the ridges of his unheated, supposedly dangerous, metal arm and giggled because he was literally a man with armour for a arm. ’Why didn’t I piece this together earlier.’

'Did I do something stupid again?’ questioning him from last nights encounter. Leaning back and putting your head against the top of your bed and covering your eyes by burying them in the crook of your arm.

Bucky extends his arms to hold yours, pulling your arm away from your face. 'C'mon, doll. You shouldn’t hide from me. And you didn’t do anything stupid. I promise’ He spoke just above a whisper but continued with a sentence that was inaudible. 'What was that last part, what did you say?’ coaxing him to tell you.

He started as he looked up and ran his tongue along the top set of his teeth. 'Well…’

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[jayankles]

Learn the Hard Way (AU)

Pairing: Teacher!Dean x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1606

Warnings: Smut [again :)], Oral (FR), Fingering, Penetration, idk

A/N - This is my entry for @dancingalone21 - The Queen of AU’s - Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. I chose the quote: ‘You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people and douchebags’ - it is in bold and italicalised.

'Alright guys, I think it's my time to hit the hay.' 

Sam had got up from his lounger and crossed over to you, kissing your temple and patting his brother of the shoulder. As soon as Sam slid the motel door closed, you breathed out a sigh of relief, 'God, I thought he would never leave!' You took a quick glance around the pool area and saw that it was empty; just you and Dean. 

Rising from your seat, you kicked off your flip flops and untied the fabric at your neck, the one that was holding up your sundress, leaving you in just your swimsuit. 'Are you going to join me for a swim, Professor Winchester?' You asked in a sultry tone. Diving into the pool, you waited for him to join you. Decisively, Dean made his decision, quickly ridding himself of his top and his own flip flops, keeping on his swim shorts before cannonballing into the pool. A wave of the chlorine filled water rushed over your head. He rose to the surface like Ariel from the little mermaid and swam to you, God he was such a dork. 'Sup, Professor Y/L/N.' 'I think we're wearing too much.' Arms wound around his neck, you pulled him close to peck his lips, you knew when you pulled back that it wasn't enough to satisfy the hunger that was growing deep in the pit of your stomach. So you dove back in, attaching your lips to his, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head, pushing you impossibly closer to him. His tongue desperately laved against your lips, your bottom one, his favourite, as he tugged at it, and bit harshly almost drawing blood. Moans and groans filled the air as Dean continued to torturously kiss you, hungrily but slow. You wanted more. You needed more. Your hands traveled down his chest, shuffling your body back for your hand to continue its journey down his torso. Fingers tracing his waistband, your hand finally dove into his shorts, easily finding his length. Pumping it in your hand, you smiled against Dean's lips as he thrusted his hips closer to your hand. The passion in his kiss never dissipated as he moved across your jaw. His hands moved from your the back of your head to pull at the string of your bikini top, once it was discarded from your body it was thrown into the side of the pool, his hands then returned, settling on your waist, pushing you to the edge. Releasing his cock, you pushed his swim shorts down his thighs, the water making the task more difficult than necessary. Once Dean kicked them off, you carelessly threw them behind you so you could admire his perfect body concealed and distorted by the water. 'Like what you see, sweetheart?' 'Always, but don't be so cocky.' 'Now why would I do that?' 'Because you're an ass.' He feigned hurt, covering his heart and scrunching up his face. He swivelled to look behind him. 'I think I got a pretty nice ass, if I do say so myself.' Rolling your eyes, you playfully punched his shoulder, 'you're so weird! But it's very squeezable too.' You said, pinching his backside. 'Oh, that felt good. You're making me all tingly.' His lips attached to your neck as his hand trekked to your bikini bottoms, removing the flimsy fabric from your body and tossing it to join the rest of your forgotten clothes. His fingers made their way back down your stomach, he stopped at your clit, alternating between rubbing quick circles and slow ones; they had you bucking into his fingers and whimpering either way. When he thought you were stimulated enough, his thumb replaced his fingers on your clit. Dean's fingers traced your slit before he penetrated your entrance. A groan ripping through your throat as he easily filled you to the hilt. Your hips gyrated, fucking yourself on his fingers, burying them deeper in your slick pussy. Your back arched as his digits attacked you at a relentless pace. The pad of forefinger and middle finger stroking against the sweet spot inside of you, Dean flicked his thumb against the bundle of nerves, simultaneously adding the perfect amount of pressure as he continued the action. The coil in your lower abdomen tightened ready to snap, just needing a little more encouragement. 'God, baby girl, I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You're so fucking tight, I love it. Come for me, baby.' He whispered as he bit the shell of your ear, his lips now ghosting over your jaw as you spasmed around his fingers and you climaxed on demand. A cry tearing though your throat as you released. Your head fell forward, finding its way to his shoulder 'So fucking hot, but I gotta taste that pretty little pussy. Sit up there,' he gestured to the ledge of the pool and you obliged, spreading your legs so you could accommodate him. Dean pushed your body backwards lightly so that you were resting on your elbows, looking down at him, watching him go down on you. He didn't waste anytime, just dove straight into you, he scraped his teeth over your clit, you jumped at the attention it got. His fingers parted your pussy lips, coating them in your arousal, he quickly buried his tongue in you, prodding your hole before he shook his head horizontally, his nose bumping over you clit, stimulating you even further as you were still not over the first one. Your orgasm unexpectedly ripped through you, still convulsing as his tongue worked you through as he milked your orgasm from you, greedily drinking down your juices that flowed over his chin. 'Think you can go one more time, baby?' He said wiping away your slick from his stubbled chin. You jumped into the water again, taking matters into your own hands. Lining him up with your entrance, you sunk down on his cock, taking in his full length until he bottomed out. 'Definitely one more, as long as your deep inside me.' The last three words accentuated with a darker tone, you just wanted him to fuck you senseless. With him still inside you, he swam over to the built in steps of the pool, sitting you at the top, his knees resting on the step below; a perfect angle for the tip of his dick to brush against your g-spot. Dean pumped his hips in and out, he started slow, to let you adjust to his huge size. Once you gave him the okay, he pushed in faster and harder, he sweet sting occurring as he stretched your walls. His balls slapped against your ass as he continued his punishing pace. 'Dean...I'm close.' Feeling his balls tighten you knew he was close too. 'Let go. Come for me, baby.' And you did, your body spiralled out of control. White clouded your vision as you climaxed for the third time, he followed you just after, emptying his load inside of you, coating your inner walls. Dean fell on top of you kissing your neck, finally landing on your lips. 'Well, we can tick that off our bucket list.' 'Dude, it wasn't even in there.' 'I know but we can add it then tick it off, aren't we ambitious?' Dean slipped out of you as you spoke again, 'we gotta run back to our rooms, you up for some more public nudity. We carry our clothes but we can't get caught, if we do, well we'll figure something out.' You kissed him once more before getting and picking up your clothes. 'Race ya?' 'You are on, Princess. You could have a head start and I'd still win!'

You woke up, starting to regret last night. Not the sex, the sex was great. It was just what happens after. Yours and Dean's rooms were separate due to a mix up on the hotels end, you had told Dean that he could bunk with his brother and you wanted a room all you yourself, a woman has got to have some space right? You looked in the mirror and instantly regretted it, you looked like absolute shit. You grabbed a pair of your dark shades and put them over your face, being mindful of where they were placed. Chucking on a sundress, you picked up your phone and called Dean. 'What's up?' 'Where are you?' 'We were just going to get some breakfast, wanna come?' 'Yeah, I'll meet you down there okay? 'Are you okay?' You could hear the concern in his voice. You swallowed the lump in your throat, and gathered your room key and purse. 'Aces. I'll be down in a minute.' You hung up and shut the door, making your way to meet the boys. You should have expected this. As soon as you stepped out of that elevator, and Dean set his eyes on you, you should have known. 'Why are you wearing sunglasses inside? You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people and douchebags.' Dean ranted. You quirked an eyebrow, 'you done? 'Cause this mother fucker hurts!' You yanked off the shades and presented the brown and yellow splotches that your eye now sported. He held your face in his hands, gently twisting your head from side to side so he could examine the damage done. 'How'd this happen?' 'Let's just say that it is not a good idea to run with wet feet on a slippery floor.' He chuckled at your misfortune. 'Guess sometimes you have to find out the hard way.'

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[themcuhasruinedme]

There’s No Place Like Home

[Summary]: As Christmas approaches, Scott wants nothing more than to be at home with his family. And the same goes for you and Cassie.

[Pairing]: Scott x reader (mentions of the team)

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A/N: I grew up listening to this song [x] when Christmas music would start playing on the radio and it’s always been one of my favorites. It pretty much screamed Scott’s name when I listened to it a few days ago because this sounds like something Scott would want more than anything. I also cried while writing the ending.

The snow was gently falling as you and Cassie left the store and walked to the car. Another day of Christmas shopping was done and there was still more baking that needed to happen, which Cassie was excited for.

“Can we make the chocolate truffle cookies?” she asked as you helped buckle her in.

“Of course we will! Those are daddy’s favorite,” you smiled and gave her a kiss on the head. She gave you a half smile as you closed the car door. The last several months had been rough with Scott being gone on missions and “secret meetings” and the only thing that you and Cassie wanted was to have him home for Christmas.

It was nice when the two of you got to Face Time Scott when he had the chance but since he had to make sure that the signal wasn't giving away the team’s location, it was only for a couple of minutes. The separation was hard on the three of you. How you longed to hold Scott once again. It was hard to go to bed with his side empty and wondering when and if he would be coming home.

When you pulled into the driveway, you helped Cassie take off her jacket and boots when you got into the house. Going back to the car you stopped and sighed, looking at the house covered in lights and the snowman that was sitting in the middle of the yard, along with a smaller one to “look like dad” as Cassie put it.

You grabbed the bags and headed back in to find Cassie already waiting in the kitchen to make cookies. You smiled at her and said she’d have to wait a minute so you could put the stuff away and change into some more comfortable clothing. When you got back into the kitchen, you decided to make some hot chocolate for the both of you and put on the Christmas music.

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The team was trying their hardest to finish up this mission. It wasn’t supposed to last as long as it did but a lot of things weren't going as planned: 

Scott, Sam and Wanda somehow got themselves ambushed and taken prisoners for several days before the team was able to get them out; Steve and Bucky set half of the plans on fire while trying to do some experiment they thought would help the mission; Tony and Peter were having a few of these “father, son” type arguments over Peter’s performance on the field which somehow turned into talks about school, which cut in to talks about the mission; Clint got injured several times and Nat, Bruce and Thor tried to stay out of everyone’s way but ended up being moderators to the rest of the “children” on the team. It almost seemed like they needed a massive break from doing missions and Fury knew it, which is why he told them to go visit family and friends after this mission was done.

After a few more days of the mission, it was finally done. The team couldn't be more happy to finally have this horrible “mission gone wrong” come to an end. Scott wanted to surprise you and Cassie when he got back, so even though while they were flying back to the Tower and he wanted to call, letting you guys know that he would be home for Christmas, he was trying very hard not to.

Christmas Eve was finally here and still no word from Scott. While you were making breakfast, you looked over at Cassie who was sitting on the window seat gazing outside, her breath fogging up the small spot on the window where her nose touched the glass.

You went over to her and wrapped your arms around her, placing a delicate kiss on the crown of her dark brown hair. She leaned her head on your arm and asked, “Do you think daddy will be home soon, [Y/N]?”

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, you answered, “I’m sure he will, sweetie. You know these missions take time to finish. But I bet you anything that...”

You stopped when you heard something at the door. Opening it up, a small group of carolers greeted you and Cassie to the tune of “White Christmas”, one of your absolute favorites. Cassie wrapped her arms around your waist and the two of you swayed to the beautiful tune.

It certainly looked like it was going to be a white Christmas but it would also be a “Blue Christmas” without Scott. The carolers sang several more songs and then left, leaving you and Cassie to put on the Christmas music again and for you to finish wrapping up gifts; a few more for Cassie and a couple for Scott.

The two of you had dinner early so you could spend the rest of the night quietly. Cassie and you settled down under a blanket with a couple mugs of hot chocolate and had a Christmas movie marathon which included Elf, It’s A Wonderful Life, White Christmas and The Polar Express. You realized Cassie had fallen asleep halfway through Elf and after putting her to bed, you cleaned up the kitchen and made yourself a cup of hot tea.

Wanting to stay up just a little longer to see if Scott was going to make it home, you curled yourself under the blanket on the couch and watched the tree turn with the soft glow of the lights dancing across the walls. And the more you watched the beautiful sight before you, the heavier your eyelids got until you fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, you found yourself in bed being wrapped in warmth and an arm draped over your hip. You turned over to see Scott completely out, his face showing signs of exhaustion. A huge smile appeared on your lips and you almost squealed out with joy but thought it was best not to scare him like that.

Slipping out of bed, you managed to not wake him up. When you went into the kitchen, you saw Cassie already sitting in the living room by the tree, waiting to open presents.

“Merry Christmas, [Y/N]!” she yelled and you immediately put a finger up to your mouth to shush her. You told her that daddy was home but he was still sleeping and that the two of you would make him his favorite kind of breakfast: blueberry pancakes, eggs and bacon.

Getting all excited about this, the two of you started making the pancakes and you were just about done with the eggs when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist in a soft and gentle hug.

“Morning, [Y/N]. Merry Christmas, baby,” Scott whispered in your ear.

You turned around and looked at him, tears starting to come to your eyes because of how you much you missed seeing this gorgeous face, those beautiful green eyes and that luscious brown hair of his. You slowly scanned every inch of his face almost as if it was the first time you had ever laid eyes on him or that you somehow had forgotten what he looked like.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Scott pulled you closer to him and your lips locked together immediately, in the most gentle kiss ever but still had that extreme passion behind it. When you pulled away, you smiled at him and placed your hand on his cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, Scott,” you said as Cassie ran up to him yelling and having the biggest smile on her face.

“Daddy!”

“Peanut! Oh, how I’ve missed you,” he said, kneeling down so he could give her the biggest hug possible.

The three of you had a wonderful Christmas; opening gifts after breakfast, trying out Cassie’s new sled, building more snowmen in the yard, having snowball fights and making snow angels. 

After needing a break from the cold, the three of you came back in, changed into some warmer clothes and had a Christmas movie marathon. With Cassie snuggled in between the two of you and your head on Scott’s shoulder, he thought he was the luckiest man on Earth.

Spending a beautiful Christmas day like this with the two most important girls in his life, there truly was “no place like home” for Scott.

[avengerofyourheart]

Top of the World (reader x Tony Oneshot)

Characters: reader x Tony Stark

Summary: You take the reins at planning your own special day, to which Tony protests at times. Adding a few surprises and spending it with the man you love, it’s exactly what you had hoped for. 

Warnings: none. Just straight-up fluff! Tiny mention of sexy times I guess?

Count: 1470

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Y/N: This was written in honor of the lovely @beccaanne814-blog !! Happy Birthday, my darling Becca!! I’m so happy to know you and I really hope you enjoy this fic. I love you!! Any feedback is appreciated, as always. It’s been a heck of a week, but I’m heading out of town in a few days for a much-needed break. There might be writing? Hopefully? I appreciate you all!! 

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Consciousness slowly seeped into the edges of your mind, taking its sweet time. You loved mornings like this: waking with no jarring alarm or rude phone calls. You had turned your phone off last night just for this purpose. Parting your lashes to test the brightness of day, you stretched lazily and felt a happy flutter when your hand brushed against the warm, solid body beside you. He must have slipped into bed in the early hours, never one to believe that nighttime meant sleep time.

You rolled onto your side to face him, taking in his handsome features in their relaxed state. He looked younger when he slept, more vulnerable. Part of you thought you should let him sleep, but then you decided against it. This was your day. You got to do whatever you wanted.

With a devilish smile, you began to trace the patterns of his unique facial hair. He was meticulous about it and you swore he either shaved once every hour or had invented some way to keep selective areas from growing whiskers. Even in these early hours, it was perfect. As he registered your light but noticeable touch on his skin, his brow furrowed in dislike.

“Mm. Quit it,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Nope,” you grinned.

In protest, he grabbed you around your middle and pulled you close, brushing his whiskered chin all over your face and neck as you giggled. Your hands pushed against his chest as a means of escape, but then you used your trump card and brushed your lips against his. He melted into you, cradling your head in his hand as he eased your mouth open with his tongue. In earlier days, you might have worried about morning breath but frankly, he had it too and it never stopped you. Morning intimacy was one of your favorite times together.

Lips and tongues still tangled, he eased one hand under your shirt and teased the supple flesh underneath. Taking the upper hand, you pulled away and flipped him on his back so you could straddle him. You lifted your shirt off and rid him of his tank top, running your fingers through his adorable bedhead. He smiled up at you and let out a contented sigh.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N. I love you so much,” he confessed, almost breathless.

“Thank you, baby. I love you, too, Tony,” you blissfully smiled before recapturing his lips.

You couldn’t think of a better way to start another year of life than in the arms of the handsome man you loved.

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A few delectable hours later, you and Tony finally ventured out in desperate need of sustenance. You now stood in the kitchen while Tony observed from a seat at the island bar.

“Wait a minute. Shouldn’t I be making you breakfast?” he inquired, as if the thought only just occurred to him.

“Well,” you kept your back to him while flipping a few pancakes on the griddle. “You could…but I think the desired outcome is to have something edible as a result and to have the compound still standing…” you mocked with a cheeky smile as you turned to face him.

He narrowed his eyes at you, but then shrugged, “I am a man of many talents, but arguably not of the culinary variety. Can’t be good at everything. It just wouldn’t be fair.”

You chuckled as he stood and walked around the island toward you. He tried to sneak a piece of cooling bacon you had just pulled from the pan. You smacked his hand with the spatula to fend him off, but he still somehow succeeded.

“Besides, I enjoy cooking. I find it relaxing and I get to do whatever I want today. Now get outta here. It’s almost ready,” you shooed him with a slap of his behind. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh.

“So what else is on Y/N’s “I-Do-What-I-Want” Birthday Agenda, hm?”

A wide grin split your face, “You’ll see. You’re gonna love it.”

Tony looked wary, which only made you smile more.

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The last few steps you could feel your legs aching with a burning in your lungs, but as you reached the top, it was worth the discomfort. Taking in a deep breath of fresh mountain air, you put your hands on your hips, surveying the stunning view from your high vantage point. Not a sound could be heard except the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the trees. Bliss. That was until you heard the huffing and puffing behind you. Turning around, you spotted your handsome man struggling to reach you, pausing just a few feet away with hands resting on his knees to catch his breath.

“I can’t believe you do this for fun, Y/N…I didn’t take you for a masochist…or a sadist for dragging me along,” he complained, drawing a pained breath every few words. “I thought I was in good shape.”

Taking a few steps down the slope with a smile, you wrapped your arms around the still-wheezing man. “You are in good shape. I love your shape. It’s just strength training is a lot different from endurance. Isn’t this so much better than staring at the walls of the gym for hours on end?”

You took his hand and then retraced your steps up to the top with him in tow. Hiking was one of your favorite outdoor activities. Thankfully, there were plenty of open trails a short drive from the Avengers Compound in upstate New York. You got out into the mountains as often as you could, although often alone. This hike was definitely your favorite, with the best view as a reward at the end.

“Isn’t this the most gorgeous view you’ve ever seen?” you marveled, able to see nothing for miles except rolling hills and trees with budding leaves as Spring awakened.

“Yes, it is. But we didn’t need to climb a mountain for me to see it,” he replied with a raised eyebrow, keeping his eyes solely on you as you turned his way.

You rolled your eyes briefly at his cheesy line, but still managed to blush as he pulled you close to mutter “I love you, beautiful” into your ear.

“Also, I’ve seen this landscape from much higher up, I’ll have you know,” he boasted.

You scoffed. “Are you really able to see anything when you’re going Mach 2 with an active display in front of your face?”

Narrowing his eyes, he paused and then just responded with a shrug. You had him there.

“We don’t have to go back down the same way, right? I mean, I could call up one of my suits and we’d be back in no time.”

“Uh uh,” you shook your head. “No suit. Hiking down is part of the experience. It’s a completely different view. And what I actually want is time today. Quality time with you, in nature, being in no hurry. Please, Tony?”

You knew he couldn’t resist your pleading eyes. “Alright, fine. I’m gonna need a breather first, though. Why don’t you open this while you’re waiting?” Tony pulled a rectangular box from the pocket of his tracksuit pants and handed it to you.

Biting your lip, you tried to fight back the smile that your boyfriend decided to downplay bringing your gift on a hike so you could open it in one of your favorite places. Opening the box, you found inside a gorgeous gold necklace with an open heart pendant. Precious gems inside the heart happened to be in the colors of your favorite sports team. You had pointed out something similar on your Pinterest page in passing months ago. You were touched that he remembered.

“Tony….it’s beautiful. So perfect, I love it. Thank you,” you said with tears in your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly as if you’d never let him go.

“Yeah, well. I still don’t understand your need to watch men in padding and tight pants running around a field, but at least now you’ll think of me too. And isn’t that what really matters?”

You pulled back and shoved him playfully with a chuckle, then pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. He took the necklace from the box and turned you around so he could clasp it around your neck. It rested just below your collarbone as your fingers brushed over the jewels.

Tony slipped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder, both of you taking in the view in silence for a time. Exhaling a contented sigh, you tried to capture this moment and burn it in your mind to have it always. Standing on top of the world with the love of your life, this was your best birthday yet.

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Awwww! I haven’t done straight-up fluff in a while! Pretty fun, I hope? Tony is always a challenge for me but I kind of love it now. I hope this put a smile on your face, Becca, and that you’re having a fantastic day! Bless tumblr for bringing us together. Love you! p.s. that second gif, I have no idea where that is and probably looks nothing like upstate NY but I thought it was gorgeous! 

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Hi beautiful! I need some blog recommendations! What are some of your favs??? Thx!!

Oh, nonnie. There’s so many. I have so many mutuals that I love and blogs that i admire. This list isn’t even gonna come close to everyone that I adore...but it’s a good start.

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There’s so many more, and I’m so sure I’ve forgotten some people I love very much. I’m so sorry, I’m still running on fumes.