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aimedis · 12 days ago

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redacted audio headcanons: jealousy | shaw pack edition

sam and darlin are going in the solaire clan one

david likes to think he's above such "immaturity" in his relationship with angel to get jealous. but he's not. it doesn't happen often, but when he notices the way people look at his mate, he gets so pissed. he knows that angel smiles at and is kind to almost everyone, and they love that trait in them but he honestly would like it a little more if they didn't ever smile at anyone that isn't him. like ever. they laugh at him for being so dramatic but he's like 60% serious. but other than mild irritation when angel waves excitedly at literally everyone, david hates it when they jokingly flirt with their friends/packmates. at least once a day he sees them giggling with baaabe or sweetheart either in person or on the phone and he has to fight the urge to pull them (gently) into his side and keep them there. a fight he loses more often than not if they're within arms reach. he's been known to toss their phone away from them while they whine, keeping his arms wrapped around them (and recently, absentmindedly toying with the ring on their finger). angel has taken to rubbing his arm while softly reassuring them that they're only joking and that he's the only one they love as he pouts hums into their neck.

angel gets jealous a little more often than david does. obviously, david gets a million stares whenever he steps outside. he's tall, sexy, handsome, big, all of the above, and angel knows that. those are the exact reasons why they stare. but that's them, they're david's mate. and the fact outside people think they have the right to look at what's theirs drives them insane. it's not david's fault, they don't blame or not trust him to be loyal. they just hate other people looking at him like he's a piece of meat. on a shopping spree at the mall david and angel went on, david had at least three people try and give him their number as if angel wasn't standing right there and that's not counting the hundreds of second glances he got. to which david would only flash his ring at them with a completely straight face and pull angel away. however, they had enough by the third person "accidentally" bumping into him and started making out with him in the middle of the store they were in. david didn't have many complaints, he had already seen how irritated they were getting and just suggested they leave afterwards. angel spent the entire car ride home complaining angrily about every single time someone so much as looked at him for more than two seconds. david gave them their hand to hold, barely wincing when they squeezed it as tight as they possibly could. he honestly thinks it's sexy whenever angel rants about him being flirted with, he can't help but smirk when he asks what he should do about it. he offers to tattoo their name on his forehead, let them bite him everywhere that's visible hard enough to leave a bruise, punch anyone who dares to even breathe near him etc. and in the moment, angel would prefer watching david spit in peoples' faces but they know he can't do that. so they resort to the bites option. everywhere.

asher gets jealous once in a blue moon. most of the time when baaabe talks about other people being interested in them he's just using it as an opportunity to flex that he's the one actually in bed with his mate. he says things like "and i'm the one you come home to at the end of the day" with the widest smile on his face. asher always talks about being so lucky to bag someone like baaabe instead of focusing on being overly protective over what's his. still, there have been more than a few times where asher can't hide the annoyance he feels when it comes to baaabe spending time with other people as opposed to him. baaabe spends a little too much time talking about the work parties they go and people they talk to without him and he starts pouting. only slightly, but baaabe notices and they laugh a little. they run their fingers through his hair when he starts dramatically sulking about people trying to "take them away from him", letting him get it out of his system before they reassure him firmly but kindly that no one could ever replace him. and asher usually recovers by that moves on. despite not being jealous often, asher still gets possessive with holding onto baaabe in public and obviously staking his claim on them subtly. it doesn't happen often, but if there was ever a moment where someone tried to "take" his mate from him, they would find themself of the wrong end of a wolf's teeth.

baaabe shows jealously just as much as asher does, not a lot but not never. asher is very friendly and he talks to everyone about anything. some people appreciate this on a surface level, but others sometimes try to take it in a way that was never intended. asher has had people blatantly flirt with him due to this but he just pretends to not notice until baaabe comes to save him. most of the time baaabe isn't bothered enough to feel negatively about it, choosing to be amused by it. but there are times where they feel uncharacteristic anger when they see someone making an obvious move on their mate or he talks about someone a little too much/kindly. to which they go to play save a hoe a little faster, pulling asher away a little harder or subconsciously frowning. asher takes baaabe's jealously very seriously, knowing that they spiral easily when they feel like this. he showers them in affection for a while until he's sure they're fine. baaabe recovers fairly quickly as long as they get to snuggle up to ash for a little bit.

milo has definetly threatened to kill someone for sweetheart. he's very possessive but in a "never touch my mate" way instead of being mad at sweetheart themself for being around others. sweetheart didn't think he was overly possessive when at first but once within the first year of their relationship, they mentioned a coworker flirting with them and milo went deathly silent before he growled. sweetheart laughed at him because they were caught off guard but milo was genuinely ready to fight someone. milo has a love hate relationship with people appreciating sweetheart. he knows damn well his mate is attractive and he believes that people can appreciate that, but he hates it when anyone at all flirts with them in any capacity. he feels his eyes twitch when even packmates make small comments about them jokingly flirty. he'll laugh and tell whoever to back off under the guise of a joke but sweetheart can tell he's genuinely irritated. when he gets the chance he'll pull them as close to him as possible and rub his hands wherever on sweetheart's body they were touched by anyone else. they let him because they think it's both funny and cute as well as enjoying the feeling of being "claimed". but sweetheart "brat" greer never passes up an opportunity to tease him about it which only leads to milo taking his jealously out on them in the bedroom.

sweetheart doesn't get as jealous as milo does as often. milo is a pretty social guy and is a natural charmer so they understand why people would be interested in him. and they love showing off the fact that he only ever has eyes for them. then again, on the worse days, they can't help but feel jealous when milo doesn't pay as much attention to them. sweetheart is a very expressive person facially, so their expression shows their annoyance before they can even verbalize it. still, they'll pretend they haven't even noticed milo talking to someone else, brushing him off in their typical petty manner. milo notices them sulking in a corner for presumably no reason, but because he can read them like a book, he figures it out soon enough. he pokes a little fun at them to which they only sulk harder, turning away from him and telling him to go back to whoever is so much more important than them. milo finds them adorable when they're (minorly) upset with him so he wraps his arms around their shoulders, working the tension out so they can relax while he whispers apologies in their ear for ever making them jealous. that they'll always be his top priority, that they can always prove who he belongs to in front of everyone. sweetheart lets him do whatever and pretends they don't love hearing those words come out of his mouth while they're already planning every single hickey they're gonna put on his body.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted baabe #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted headcanons #redacted asmr headcanons #kae's headcanons #this feels not good #maybe i'll edit it idk #later i'm tired lmao

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kissthesun-gvf · 2 years ago

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let me just apologize now for what you are about to read because... you'll see

Your daughter was having a bad day. It came with the territory of having a young kid, but it didn't make it any easier to know that nothing you had tried was cheering her up. For the third time today, she had been sent to sit in her bedroom and "reset" after throwing a bit of a tantrum, honestly because you needed a break. So it was perfect timing when Sam walked through the door from work and found you leaning up against the counter with your head in your hands.

"What's wrong, love?" "Your daughter's in a mood," you smirked, always calling her "Sam's daughter" when she was causing trouble. "Ahhh, I see," he set his things down and came over to give you a kiss. "Let me go talk to her, maybe she just needs her favorite parent to cheer her up."

You pouted, but knew he was just kidding. You loved your daughter, of course, but she had been a daddy's girl from the moment she was born.

After taking a minute to clean up from lunch, you wandered down the hall to see how Sam's rescue mission was going. "What's got you down, darlin'?" You heard him ask her, and peeked into the room to see her with her head in her pillow while Sam rubbed her back. "I keep getting bored," she squeaked out in her sweet voice. "I can't even play outside with Rosie, it's raining." Sam nodded along. "Who says you can't go play outside, ladybug? Did Mama?" "No," she peeked her head up and sniffled. "But it's raining," "So?!" Sam said goofily. "I say we can play outside if you wanna!"

As he continued, he scooped her up to sit in his lap. "What do you say we put on our swimsuits and go play in the rain? Does that sound fun?" She giggled as he wiped the leftover tears from her face. "Okay daddy," she grinned. "Okay!" Sam clapped and walked over to her closet to find her a swimsuit.

The pair still didn't know you had been listening in on their antics, but you headed down the hall to go find them some beach towels to dry off after their adventure. It took you longer than you had planned to pull them from the back of the closet, but you made it to the front door just in time to find Sam running around the yard with your daughter in his arms, both of them with huge smiles on their faces.

"Look, I'm gonna catch the rain and drink it!" Sam showed off, sticking out his tongue. "You're silly, daddy," your daughter laughed back, pushing back her dark curls, the ones she inherited from Josh. You grinned happily to yourself and snapped a picture. One that for years to come would remind you that Sam truly was the most amazing life partner and father.

#sam kiszka fluff #sam kiszka blurb #sam gvf #sam kiszka

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starlitangels · 3 years ago

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Incorrect Quotes Part 7 (Redacted Edition)

Alexis: Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone

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Milo: I'll get over it, I just have to be dramatic first

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Sam: My heart is guarded but like... very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R-rated movie

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Vega: Unfortunately for everybody I will keep doing whatever I want

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Damien: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Lasko: I’ve been zoned out for the last two and a half hours

Huxley: I got distracted about halfway through

Freelancer: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

(alternately Davey, Milo, Asher, Darlin', in that order)

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Darlin': I have a complicated relationship with sleep. By which I mean if I ever meet its god I can and will make them fear me so much they never come near me again

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Baaabe: I don't care how hungry or impatient you are. The highest setting on the microwave is 100% and you better not take it apart to add power. This is not the Enterprise

Asher: >:(

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Asher: What happens to nitrogen when the sun rises?

Asher: It becomes daytrogen

Babe: Good nitrogen

Milo: Sleep tightrogen

Angel: Don’t let the bed bugs biterogen

Davey: -_-

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Avior: Jellyfish have existed without brains for 600,000 years

Avior: A ray of hope for Blake

(alternately, Asher joking about Christian, or Damien joking about Kody)

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Blake: I'd like to offer my moral support, but I have questionable morals.

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Gavin: We need to distract these guys

Freelancer: Leave it to me

Freelancer: *approaches group* Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss

Damien, Lasko, and Huxley: *immediately start arguing*

Gavin: Oh. I don't like this. I don't like this at all

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Milo: Fight me!

Asher: What are you gonna do shortstop, kick me in the shin?

*one minute later*

David, entering the room: Why is Asher on the ground holding his leg?

Babe, laughing: Milo kicked him really hard in the shin

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Angel: Help! I told Davey I'd cook dinner tonight but I can't cook!

Asher, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

(alternately Darlin' instead of Asher)

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Damien: *tapping lightly on table*

Lasko: *tapping back*

Huxley: What are they doing?

Freelancer: Morse Code

Damien: *slams his hands on the table* You take that back!

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Freelancer: Have you ever seen something that changed your life?

Gavin: I saw you

Freelancer: Honestly that's so, so sweet, but it really makes this awkward because I was just gonna show you a picture Lasko sent of me of Damien as a turkey

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Lasko: *sets down card* Ace of Spades

Huxley: *sets down Uno card* Draw Four

Freelancer: *places down Pokémon card* Jolteon, I choose you

Damien: What the hell are we playing?

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Darlin’: Okay. Code names

Darlin’: I am Eagle One

Darlin’: Our target, Quinn, is “Been There, Done That”

Darlin’: Sam is “Currently Doing That”

Darlin’: Milo is “It Happened Once In a Dream”

Darlin’: Asher is “If I Had To Pick a Packmate”

Darlin’: David is Eagle Two

David: Oh thank God

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Asher: Here's a list of suspects I've put together so far

Milo: Ash, your name is on this list

Asher: I don't remember where I was last Friday night, Milo. Therefore, I have no alibi. I've been tailing myself for the last three days

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Gavin: FOUR MONTHS-

Damien: What's wrong with him?

Freelancer, suppressing giggles: It's nothing, really...

Gavin: THAT'S HOW LONG YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT!

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Aaron: Do you want to tell me how you crashed your car?

Ollie's Listener: Well, we were on our way to work and there was this deer in the road that I knew Ollie didn't see so I shouted, "Ollie, deer!"

Aaron:

Ollie's Listener: Do you want to tell him what your response was, Oliver?

Ollie: *sighs* "Yes, baby?"

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Starlight: How long are we gonna stand here and just let him do that?

Avior: Just... give me a minute. This is the most fun I've had in years

Blake: *pushing a door that clearly says 'Pull'*

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Gavin: Are you alright? You didn't sleep at all last night

Freelancer: I got a solid eight minutes

Freelancer: Not consecutively, but it's fine. You're not even that blurry

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saturnsstufff · 3 years ago

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Awsamdude/Technoblade- Rumor Has It

For my beloved @sugarandspicebutnonice

Warnings: sexual innuendo

Techno was a great Prince. He worked hard to keep his family's name in good graces. All of Phil's boys worked hard to keep their names held high with respect. Tommy was known around for keeping sprits high, any ball or formality with Tommy was always known as the best to attend.

His older brother Wilbur was a skilled artisan with music. Always teaching and making new sounds like it wasn't any struggle. Anyone could find him out in the court yard with a guitar in hand. Humming and singing a casual song.

The eldest, Technoblade was a skilled swordsman and statists. Anytime he was called into a meeting, the others shuddered knowing he would trump them all. He made swinging a sword look like art. Trust me, you would know.

You had a wonderful relationship with techno for a long time. But sadly, you both had parted away from each other. Of course, it was on all good terms, He was more concerned with the kingdom rather than establishing a strong and sturdy relationship.

You, being a knight- fully understood. But you also choose to be a bit selfish about it. You truly wished for him to give you a bit of attention at least when together. He could be such a ladies man when he choose to in public, yet when it came to the two of you he just became closed off and anything but warm. Even behind closed doors it was lacking some spark of passion.

So you both agreed it was best to let things lie.

But what left you with a sour taste was how quickly he moved on.

You would give him the benefit of the doubt of course, he was a well known man. She could have been someone he had met previously, and during your break off she was there to talk it out with him.

She, she ain't real

But something about her screamed fake, her smile and movements seemed too thought through. Her words all laced with a sickening sweet hum, it also didn't help she giggled at basically anything techno said.

Plenty of times you sat with the general and talked about how dense she came off. Respectfully, you had assumed Tech would have went for a well educated woman such as yourself. But after seeing her- you wondered if that type was in short supply.

Anything she did, she would just bat her eyes and he was wrapped around his finger.

It honestly made Sam and you laugh.

She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will

As much as you started to loathe the woman, techno wasn't yours anymore. Thus you started getting closer to Sam. Both of you connecting on how your past relationships had been. Well you were casted aside, Sam was flatly cheated on.

Of course knowing that, your heart ached for him. Sam was a well educated and handsome man with a heart of gold. Respectfully his whole job was centered on protecting and serving the people.

Jumping into a relationship was Sam was like practically nothing. You promised him all the love in the world, and just like you, he promised to give you the same.

And love each other you did.

She is a stranger

Techno did see you grow close to his general, and honestly it didn't set well with him.

He liked the woman he was with, but he also had known you since childhood. You both had played within the court yard plenty of times to claim it as your own.

Sam didn't do that with you. Sam had only started to know you when you joined the ranks.

Techno would often catch himself watching you and Sam spar. His eyes would watch as Sam's hand grabbed at your waist, gripping your hips and using his own to throw you off balance. He hated how close your bodies were.

At one point he couldn't help but pull you aside and ask why you let him touch you. But that conversation drove spikes through his heart. "How can you just let him touch you like that?! He’s practically all over your body! You wouldn't let me touch you like that- and You and I have history" he yelled not believing what he saw.

When your face twisted in front of him into disgust, he thought you were almost joking. "The hell is with you?! I'm not your girlfriend! Or don't you remember!?" You yelled at him. Lightly shoving him back from you. "Don't tell me where he can, and cannot touch me" You sneered. In all his years he never saw you so heated.

Sure, she's got it all

Truthfully you saw techno leave you as a drop to his pride. He dropped a knight for a soft noble girl. A girl babied all her life. You knew as soon as she was exposed to blood she would have fainted like a goat in pasture. But in the end of the day, you weren't sleeping with her so what did it matter?

But, baby, is that really what you want

Arguments between Technoblade and you had become more frequent. Sam let you duke it out, he knew he had no place to tell you to leave it be. Sam also didn't appreciate how fast Techno jumped onto your case about finding someone else.

Although he knew it irked you about Techno moving on, you never got in his face about it like he would. Sam viewed this as your way of showing you were the bigger person.

On one particular day he found the arguments amusing. Techno had started up again when Sam was publicly teasing you. Well techno found your back talking distasteful, Sam relished with how powerful you were.

Listening to techno ramble off on his pathetic reasonings left you a laughing mess, even to the point you cut his argument off. "Bless your soul, you've got you're head in the clouds, she's going to use you like a fool!" You laughed in his face.

His jaw tightened as he spat at your words, pointing at Sam. "You made a fool out of you General. She doesn't even love you- Your wasting your time on a-" at Tech's words you couldn't help but push back even harder for him targeting Sam.

"How dare you say that. Your common penny is getting around more than I- And, boy, she's bringing you down!" You called out. Putting a finger to his chest. "She made your heart melt- But its all a lie!" You didn't stop their, you had more to say to him. "She thinks your all that- a fairy tale prince to save her dreams! But you're cold to the core" you said to him. Causing him to back off.

"Besides. Now rumor has it she ain't got your love anymore"

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

You weren't lying. Their were plenty of rumors going around saying she was sleeping with others besides Techno. Although Sam and you had no proof to this. Your hunches seemed right.

On one day, Sam had left for a out of village meeting. You really didn't mind, you trusted him enough and knew he wouldn't do anything behind your back.

But sadly you wished to go with him. Techno had asked for you to join him for a round of chess. Something you both greatly enjoyed when together. But now you knew there was meaning to the game.

Sure enough when you sat with in in the court yard, he brought up Sam.

"You know he is much older than you..." he said as he moved his knight across the board.

"And She is half your age" you said flatly. Picking your pawn up. "But I'm guessing that's the reason that you stayed" you said moving it to where you pleased. His brows drew together in slight anger. But he did try and keep his calm.

"I heard you've been missing me" he said, a small smirk growing on his lips. He found pride within those rumors. Knowing that you still supposedly whined and withered about for him.

Of course, you knew he was gravely mistaken.

"You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be" you said carefully. Knowing he was probably behind the rumors somehow.

Techno took this moment to see if he still had a effect on you. Usually during chess you both would flirt a bit. So naturally, he took the chance. "Like when we creep out and she ain't around" he said bemused, your face twisting into disgust again.

"I sneak out to see Sam... besides Haven't you heard the rumors" you said moving your queen. When he didn't respond you laughed. He didn't even under stand. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds" you said, fully amused within the moment.

"C'mon darlin... I know you fell hard for me when we started dating..." he cooed to you. Your eyes darting up like daggers.

"You made a fool out of me" you said to him. Wanting to get your point across. Well he moved his pawns about you took your moment to explain how you felt. "You make me sick to my stomach.. And, boy, you're bringing me down" you said softly. Smiling to yourself slowly. "You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core" You said, moving your queen to take his knight. Your eyes slyly skimmed over his. His lost knight now within your fingers.

"But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for"

After that game, rumors and tensions soared wildly. Sam at one point thought you were back and evolved with Techno again. Of course you explained to him the situation, which thankfully he understood and apologized for trusting second hand mouths.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

All of these words whispered in my ear

But Techno's mood plummeted fast...

Tell a story that I cannot bear to hear

A engagement, specifically Sam and yours. Oh how his blood boiled at the news. He thought his hands all over you was bad, but now... now you would take Sam's name in law. You would he his wife. Not Techno's.

Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean that I meant it

Because of this news he didn't hesitate to run and find you. More than hell-bent on giving you a piece of his mind. He wanted to make it clear you couldn't marry him.

People say crazy things

He didn't care what people would say, he wanted to claim you again. Techno didn't want anyone else touching you. He especially didn't want Him touching you.

Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it

Even if within the past week he yelled hurtful things to you, he hoped you would understand he just wanted to protect you from unworthy suitors. Sam couldn't provide for you like Techno could. Sam was a general born from a farmer. Technoblade was to be crowned king.

Just 'cause you heard it

So their he stormed. Heading to the stables, knowing full well that's where you were. His anger was fuming. He couldn't wait to shove it in Sam's face that Techno wouldn't let you marry him.

But lets just say Technoblade was the one left speechless in the end.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh,

Especially when he slammed the door open to the stables and saw Sam's body covering yours, your legs around his waist in a tight hold well he was buried deep inside you.

But rumor has it he's the one I'm leaving you for

#technoblade x reader #awsamdude x reader #techno x reader

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nano--raptor · 4 years ago

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let me tell you a secret

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut again! Sexual content, fingering, sex, lap sex, light metal arm kink, Bucky in black, alcohol, kinda awkward flirting? Dirty talk, kinda cute to start, car sex, unprotected sex

A/N: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club for this prompt from @buckys-henley I hope you like it! I never get tired of this kind of stuff, it’s too much fun. Thank you all for reading!😘

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You had the biggest crush ever on Bucky Barnes. The guys on the team were pretty oblivious, but the girls for sure knew. Nat gave you a knowing smile when you asked for her help in picking a dress for Tony’s gala.

“Trying to impress him?”

“What? No!” You felt heat creep into your face and stumbled over your words. “No. Well, maybe a little. Yeah.” “Don’t be embarrassed, you know that I know.” You looked down and smiled shyly.

“I just can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Just talk to him! He’s coming tonight too, and honestly how could he not notice you in any one of these dresses?” She gestured to the few different gowns you’d pulled out of your closet for consideration. “I mean, this one, this one is hot. I think you should wear it.” The dress in question was slim-fitting, long, black, with long sleeves, a thigh high slit and deep, plunging neckline. You seldom wore it as it seemed almost too revealing.

“I dunno Nat, this neckline-”

“Looks amazing on you, stop being so modest.” She handed you the dress and smiled knowingly again as you held it up to yourself and looked in the mirror.

“Well, okay. I mean, a gala calls for an amazing dress right?” “Trust me,” her lips curling into a confident grin. “That one will pay off.”

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You spotted Bucky almost as soon as you walked into the venue. He looked stunning, dressed in all black, slight stubble along his jaw, hair pulled back into a bun with some strands falling around his face. You inhaled deeply and eventually tore your eyes from him, but damn did he look good.

Grabbing champagne from a passing tray, you tried not to gulp it down in nervousness, but it was gone quickly anyways.You looked around, searching for another tray, bumping into the man himself as you made your way through the crowd.

“Ah, sorry sweetheart,” Bucky began, then he paused, nearly choking on his words, eyes widening as he took in your dress. He did a good job of saving himself though, and you tilted your chin, smiling at him. “Wow, hey darlin’. You look, uh, wow. You really look great tonight.”

“Hi Bucky,” your voice was smoother and more calm than you expected, considering your nerves. Thankfully. You giggled at his stunned expression, but then he shook his head slightly and turned on the charm, his signature casual smile returning and making you melt. Bucky’s calm, casual confidence was so attractive to you, and you never failed to find yourself completely lost in his eyes and smile whenever he looked at you.

A voice called your name, and you turned to see Wanda bounding over to you, crushing you in a hug and grabbing your arm. She started excitedly chattering about the event, and you couldn’t stop the grin that spread over your face from her energy. Bucky smiled too, then politely excused himself, winking at you as he turned away. The wink made warmth wash over you, and you swallowed your excitement, hoping to bump into him again later.

The evening was enjoyable to say the least. It was nice to casually mingle with everyone, from teammates to colleagues, office and tower staff, and a few select special invitees and dignitaries. The second time you bumped into Bucky, he was chatting to Nat and Sam, and Sam’s laughter rang out over the crowd. You couldn’t help but smile. As you approached them, you saw Bucky’s eyes quickly wander over your form, a small smile forming on his lips as you approached, but you also saw the way Nat’s mouth twitched as she noticed. Of course she noticed.

You greeted them, catching Nat’s eyes and smiling. Conversation flowed easily, and every time Bucky made you laugh you touched his arm, you couldn’t help yourself. The night went on, and a few champagnes later, you were scanning the crowd, searching for the handsome assassin yet again. A comfortable buzz gave you confidence and when you finally spotted him you made your way over, shoulders back and hips swaying.

“Hey soldier,” Bucky bit his lower lip, his eyes raking shamelessly over your form now as he leaned casually against the bar. “Hey doll,” that drawl and grin of his made your heart pound in your chest again and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together as his eyes bored into yours. You suddenly felt breathless. You tried to think of something to say but all you could think about was meaningless small talk, and how you felt nervous all over again.

Bucky shifted closer to you, his arm bumping against yours, making you gasp quietly. A chuckle rumbled through him and when you turned your head towards him, his face was just inches from yours. His lips, full and luscious, were parted slightly, you could feel his breath on your face. He was so close. Your mind was completely blank and you just lifted your gaze from his mouth to his eyes, darker now as he brushed against you.

Before you could say anything, Bucky closed the distance between you and brushed his lips against yours. You swore your heart actually stopped, but it felt so soft and natural and right that you kissed him back, gently, sweetly. The sounds of the party around you faded away as you lost yourself in the kiss that was everything you’d imagined it would be. When you finally parted, Bucky held his face close, nose brushing against yours, his voice low as your heart pounded in your ears.

“Everyone’s been gettin’ in my way all night. Wanna get out of here?”

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Heading outside there were a few limos waiting nearby to take guests home at the end of the night. Bucky approached one and opened the back door for you, following you in and closing the door behind him. The driver greeted you both as Bucky’s right hand landed on your thigh, sliding upwards with unbridled confidence. He gave him the tower address, telling him to take the scenic route, then closed the visor between the compartments. Turning his attention back to you, the look on his face made you tingle and shiver and bite your lip; he was looking at you like a predator about to devour his prey.

“Come ‘ere, I’ve been wantin’ to get my hands on you all night,” he leaned into you, capturing your lips in a kiss, a low rumble emanating from his chest as he ran his hand further up your thigh. You gasped softly against his mouth, granting him access, his tongue soft yet hungry against yours. He gripped your thigh and his left hand came down on your hip, hauling you into his lap with ease. You gasped in surprise and felt him smirk against your mouth, his chuckle turning into a groan as you shifted on his lap, scooting your hips forward over his muscular thighs.

Bucky’s left hand tightened on your hip and you froze, your hips jerking on their own accord at the difference in feeling from his right. Of course Bucky noticed, and he slid both his hands further down along your thighs. His right hand was soft and warm against your skin, his left, rigid, cool to the touch, even through the fabric of your dress, but it moved just as delicately as the right. He trailed his fingers down towards the edge of the skirt, already shimmied up from spreading your legs over his lap, then slipped his left hand beneath the fabric, trailing it back up your thigh towards your hip again.

Gasping at the coolness of the metal against your skin, you shivered from Bucky’s touch, but also from the heat of his gaze on you. He’d never really touched you before, and you couldn’t believe that you hadn’t given his prosthetic much thought, but now you couldn’t stop thinking about it, wanting those metal fingers all over your body. You wondered how sensitive they were and just when you thought about how they’d feel in your mouth, Bucky brushed his left thumb over your underwear, over your damp, heated pussy, snapping you back to the moment.

“Oh, excited to be here, are ya doll?” Bucky practically purred, swiping his thumb over you again and making you groan. Two can play at this game, you thought.

“I’m not the only one, baby,” you rolled your hips against his, feeling the bulge in his pants and grinding down against it. Bucky’s eyelids fluttered and he tried to hold back a groan, and you splayed your hands on his chest as you did it again.

“Not fair, darlin’,” Bucky warned, and you giggled, leaning down to kiss him, both of you falling into it as it grew desperate and more heated. When it broke, Bucky’s eyes were totally dark, flicking between yours as he continued to stroke you through your panties, and you continued grinding your hips against him, his sizable length fully hard beneath you.

“Fair is really all about-” your words were cut off by a gasp and a whine coming from your own throat as Bucky slid your underwear aside and swiped his cool metal fingers through your folds, wasting no time in sinking one into you. His lips curled in a smirk as he watched your face, slowly dragging his finger in and out a few times before adding a second. You couldn’t stop yourself from shivering and moaning his name.

“Ooh doll, my name sounds good comin’ out of that pretty mouth of yours like that. I could get used to that.” Your fingers curled around his tie and you tugged on it, leaning closer.

“Well I could get used to sayin’ it,” your voice was breathy as Bucky’s fingers made you moan and whine, your other hand dropping to his belt. Catching your gaze, Bucky's right moved to cover yours, his fingers slowly undoing his belt and pants, yours helping as he needed until you could reach in to palm him through his boxers. A sly grin spread across Bucky's face, his eyes closing with a moan when you wrapped your fingers around him. He was big.

"Oh baby," his voice breathy as well. "You want that? You want me inside you baby, fillin' you up?"

"Yeah Bucky, yes, please," your hips rolled into his hand once more before he pulled his fingers out and grabbed his cock, swiping it through your soaking wet folds and nudging your entrance. "Bucky please," you whispered, throwing your head back and crying out when he pushed inside.

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, his hands gripping your hips as you both adjusted. Then with a growl that started deep in his chest he moved your hips back and forth, setting a steady pace. Soon you were rocking your hips too, clinging to his shoulders while his arms wrapped around you as he pounded into you.

"Bucky! You feel amazing…"

"Fuck, you too doll, I knew you would, shit…" You slowed your desperate pace slightly and caught his eyes, dark and blown with lust. You were panting but still managed to ask him. "What? You've thought about… about me?" Bucky chuckled now, burying his face in your throat, pressing kisses against your soft skin.

"Hell yeah, just hadn't had a chance to make a move yet." Another kiss. "Tell me I'm not alone." Grinding your hips down hard you pulled his face back up to yours and crushed your mouths together.

"You're not… I've been trying to build up courage for ages." Bucky moaned and pulled you closer, his movements rough and desperate now. He grabbed the back of your neck and kept kissing you like a man starved, thrusting up into you harder and harder until you could feel yourself being pushed over the edge. You came hard and fast, panting and whimpering against Bucky's mouth, trembling in his lap, and he soon followed you, spilling into you with a loud groan as your walls squeezed him fiercely.

Bucky dropped his head to your shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as you both came down.

"Fuck baby girl, all this time we've missed cause we were both too shy." You giggled.

"Yeah, I've had a crush on you forever." You felt heat creep into your face again and after a few moments Bucky pulled away to look into your eyes with a hum.

"Looks like we got a lot to catch up on, doll… what would you say about coming back to my place when we get to the tower?"

He threw you a wink that made a tingle run down your spine, and you shivered in anticipation before responding, your words making Bucky audibly groan.

"I'd say hell yeah, Sergeant."

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alwaysthrowsscissors · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions!

Thanks for the tag @venhedish dont mind if I do darlin'! Loved reading your answers too!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

17 and I started May 2020

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

84,430! Sooooo close to that 100k milestone I just need to get off my writing hiatus since I have a beefy one shot WIP and a couple kink-meme prompt fills started that will get me to the finish line!

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On Ao3/as an adult, just Supernatural.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well Jung – This was my first and I’m still super surprised it took off so well considering all the head-hopping. I also hadn’t written fiction since high school so it’s pretty technically rough!

I Can’t Forget the Time and Place Where We Just Met – Who doesn’t love a good old-fashioned double amnesia fic! This was a SPN Masquerade fill and it was super fun to write!

Kiss the Cook – Another SPN Masquerade fill inspired by Dean in an apron in S15. Kitchen fucking is fun fucking!

Iodine and Stitches – 3/5 SPN Masquerade fills that I did fall 2020. Seriously such a fun event to participate in I cant recommend it enough. This is one my only fics with a serious tone throughout which is tough for this clown.

Double Jeopardy – Written for my buddy after finding out she has an intelligence kink! Cut to us giggling about Sam losing his damn mind when he plays Jeopardy with clever Dean!

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Listen…I can’t fully express how much comments give me LIFE! I want to know what you liked about my silly musings, I want to know your fav part, I want to know that I gave you a boner! I'll take a button smash, I'll take an emoticon. Anything, everything! I make a point to always respond back to show my appreciation for people taking time out of their day to make my day.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Without a shadow of a doubt Yesterday Don’t Matter if It’s Gone about what would happen if Sam and Dean hooked up during Mystery Spot and exacerbated Sam’s downward spiral during the months of Tuesdays. I write a lot of humour and this sucker is humourless PLUS has an unhappy ending! Weeee!

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

Never have but not opposed to the idea.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, I’ve been pretty fortunate but I also write pretty tame shit. So if I start dabbling more in the archive warnings it may change. I do have a fun multichap wincestiel non-con WIP in the works 😈

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

AHAHAHAHAHA I’d say a good 90-95% of my 84k wordcount is smut! All M/M all explicit! Fun times over at Casa Scissors 😏. I do have some upcoming stuff that’s more plot heavy though which I’m looking forward to.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I fucking hope not that would be a big bummer.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! And as a noob I had to pinch myself, it still fucking blows my mind! A lovely Ao3 user Yigelulu translated I Can’t Forget the Time and Place Where We Just Met into Chinese. It was so incredibly cool to see my words in another language and a great honour that they liked my fic enough to put in all that work!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yup! Turn Your Head and Cough with my budbud Wearingdeantoprom. Dean gets his prostate rubbed for the first time at the doctors office.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Wincest wincest all the wincest! My brain is infected and there is no cure! I am a pro-shipper though ship and let ship my dudes. I also dabble in wincestiel and LOVE any combination of winkline and may write it one day. I don’t really read much from other fandoms. I’ve read some George/Fred (I like brother fucking ok?) and I love me some Jess Mariano/Dean Forester over in the Gilmore Girls camp (the perfect enemies to lovers) but its unfortunately such a small ship. Any souls reading this who like those ships, please drop any recs into my box!

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Anything I am passionate about I will finish. I’ve only killed one thing because I got bored with it but I posted my fav part for a fic challenge. I hate not having something to show for my spent time (I know it's a hobby but it's the principle damnit!) and I hate unfinished things. Those damn little ao3 red circles haunt me 🚫

16) What are your writing strengths?

Christ uhhh I’ll say I’m most consistently praised in comments for my dialogue and it’s what always flows the smoothest for me. I think my humour is also a strength, it comes very naturally when I write which is why I have a hard time keeping it out of my fics! Times are tough I just wanna make y’all giggle ok?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Frankly, my greatest weakness is that I don’t take it seriously enough to look at my past writing critically for improvement. I also write (non-fiction) for my job and had extensive training to do so, so when its for this hobby I honestly whip it out, edit a couple times, and slap it up ‘good enough’ styles and I don’t go back to re-read once posted. I think if I looked back, I could see lots of opportunities for improvement and could go from a fine writer to a good writer. I’d also say that I’ve written pretty fun fluffy cracky smutty stuff so I guess another weakness is a lack of depth of plot and subject matter. I do want to explore this stuff more though.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

My concern is if you don’t speak the language fluently, then native speakers reading your fic might feel a big disconnect if you get colloquialisms and euphemism etc. incorrect. It could take them out of your fic if its not authentic enough. I don’t speak any other language fluently so it would END BADLY. I can speak and read French VERY POORLY and that’s it so no, I will never write in another language unless its jibberish I invented myself!

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The only fanfic I wrote before SPN last year was a handful of super cracky, gen Gundam Wing fanfiction in high school!! They are on a broken USB stick which kills me I want to read them so badly! All my other creative writing was original fiction mainly horror/thrillers. I stopped when I started my undergrad cause...that shit is a lot of work yo.

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

My first love is my first baby Well Jung. I love the plot, I love the humour in it, I love the heart, and it’s still some of my fav sex I’ve written. And the title makes me giggle too who doesn’t love a bad pun? I'm so thrilled it was so successful but it would still be my favourite even if 3 people read it. It made me rediscover writing as a hobby and helped me explore this wonderful (yet insane) fandom. I love all my babies and I even think the writing is stronger in other fics, but he will always be #1 in my heart.

OK this was fun I love talking about fic writing! If any of you read my stuff and want to know more, hit me with an ask; I love making new frans! Tagging @oddsocksandstuff @samanddeaninpanties @raidens-realm I think my other writer mutuals have been tagged by Ven!

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lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean · 4 years ago

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Drabble ~ How I Met Your Father

Pairing: Sam x reader

Fic summary: Meeting John Winchester.

Word Count: 950

Warnings: {swearing, fluff with extra cheese}

A/N: Set in 14x13. Background is: reader is someone from this reality who somehow is now in the SPN reality and gets to meet John. This is kind of slapped together but I was watching Lebanon and couldn’t help myself.

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As you walked through the map room, carrying Sam’s brown and green plaid shirt, you looked down at the fabric with a frown. There was a small tear in the shoulder you knew you could fix but across the front was a huge dark stain that you’d been scrubbing at for an hour. You’d assumed it was blood, so cold water, peroxide, and salt had been your tools of choice, but it wasn’t getting any better. Maybe it was some kinda monster goo?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t coming out and you had to give Sam the bad news. You could hear the sounds of talking from the direction of the kitchen as you walked.

When you reached the hallway and heard a lull in the conversation you called out, “Yo, Samuel! So, I think I can mend the rip but this ‘blood’ or whatever is just not coming ouuueerrr--oh!” You were sure your heart had stopped.

When you rounded the corner into the kitchen you’d only expected to see Sam and Dean, but there was a third person with them. You made it a few steps into the room before your brain registered the oddity of the additional person at the kitchen table with them but then you froze. It wasn’t the fact that there was a third person that threw you; Cas, Jack, even Mary or New Bobby would have been surprising, yet perfectly normal. Instead, it was who you saw sitting there that caused your brain to begin spinning thoughts rapidly:

Oh, shit! Negan!!! ...Wait--different show. Oh, that’s right! He also played John, their dad! Uh oh wait--John’s dead. Like, dead, dead. Sam’s relationship with John was something he’d recently opened up to you about, so you were sure this time. And yet, there he was. Then the gravity of who he really was--what he meant to the boys--hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Oh, shit. You’re--” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, glancing wide-eyed between Sam and Dean, “He’s--Your d--He’s your--” and then back to him finally sputtering, “You’re their--you’re--John. Winchester!” You brought your hands up to cover your mouth in surprise, Sam’s shirt still gripped between your fingers so that it obscured everything but your wide, excited eyes.

John stood up politely to address you, and you couldn’t help but notice how tall and incredibly handsome he was in person.

“Why yes, Darlin’, I am.” Chuckling at your reaction, he shuffled a few steps forward and reached out a large hand to you, with a charming grin, “And you are?”

Your entire body flushed and goosebumps covered your skin; everything felt very surreal. With a gulp, you quickly reached your hand out to grab his, melting a little when it engulfed yours. His grip was strong and his shake confident.

With a wide, euphoric smile you stuttered, “I--I--I--’m… am… hmm, oh--(Y/N). I’m (Y/N), but honestly you can call me anything you want, Mr. Winchester.” Your neck and chest began to burn as hot as your cheeks, nervous laughter bubbling up in the back of your throat.

“Oh, please,” He drawled, “Call me John. Glad to meet you, (Y/N). Beautiful name,” He added with a wink.

“Oh, dear,” You let out nervous, flattered giggles like the world's biggest loser. Dean smirked at Sam’s confused, slightly perturbed expression.

With a deep breath, you managed, “OK, John. Well, I certainly see where Sam gets his natural charm, not to mention his ruggedly handsome good looks.”

“Oh now,” John smiled bashfully, waving you off and downplaying, “He got all his best qualities from Mary. Including the hair,” You laughed at his joke and he finally let go of your hand. Looking back at Sam with a raised brow he asked, “Safe to assume you and Sammy are together, then?”

“Wha?” You blinked, positively starstruck by him. Partly because he was a celebrity but mostly because he was your partner’s kickass, heroic--if somewhat problematic--father. What if he didn’t like you? What if he decided you weren’t good enough for his son? He was John fucking Winchester, even you trusted his judgement, to an extent and if he thought Sam shouldn’t be with you, it would be hard to argue with him.

“Oh--uh me and Sam? Err--Uhhhh,” you paused, looking at Sam in a panic, wondering whether you were authorized to share that information. Thankfully Sam was already up and standing next to you in a blink.

Facing his dad, he slipped your hand into his and confirmed with a grin, “Yeah, Dad, this is (Y/N). My--” He hesitated, trying to decide the most apt descriptor before chuckling with a shrug, “well, practically my other half.” He turned to you and gave you excited, yet nervous eyes, “Hon, this is John… my father.”

You nearly burst with joy, reaching your hand out to take John’s again and shaking it clumsily, “Mr. Winchester--Er, John, you couldn’t possibly understand what an honor it is for me to meet you. Not only are you someone who means so much to Sam, but you’re… well, let's just say you're a freaking legend where I come from!”

John smiled kindly at your gushing, reigning in the charm to a more appropriate level now that Sam was in eyesight, “You’re far too kind. I mean, talk about a legend. I didn’t think I’d ever see anyone put a look that dumb and happy on my son’s face. I expect it’s the same the dumb happy look I used to carry on mine when I was chasing after Mary.” Glancing at Sam quickly, your knees weakened stupidly and you bit your lip hard. You fought a grin as John finished, “So, believe me when I say the honor is all mine.”

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jensengirl83 · 4 years ago

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Unsung Verses Chapter 11

Rockstar!Dean x plus sized reader

Word Count- 4442

Summary-Y/N and Dean have been best friends since high school, in a band together, and dated for a year but decided they were better off friends. They play gig after gig trying to get discovered, but once they sign a record deal, will fame be all it’s cracked up to be? Or will it be too much for their relationship to handle? Join them on their adventure to fame and find out!

Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Language, Oral (male receiving)

A/N- Thank you to @deanwanddamons for being my beta for this series!

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Dean stood at the window, looking out to watch Y/N on the porch swing, wrapped in a heavy blanket, and a cup of coffee in hand. The small smile on her face as she watched the snow fall made his heart swell. Seeing her happy was one of the best sights he could ever see. Especially now, after the mess that had happened while they were recording their debut album.

They had flown home two days earlier for the holidays, both of them agreeing they needed a break from the big city. It had been a couple of months since they had finished recording, and the album had been doing fantastic. Sales had gone through the roof. They were making a lot of money, and were leaving to go on tour right after the New Year. That’s why they had all wanted to come home to see family for the holidays.

“She looks happy,”

“Damn it, Sammy! Warn a man next time,” Dean huffed, clutching his chest from the scare.

“Sorry, bro. I thought you heard me walking up,” Sam laughed at his brother’s expense.

“For a giant, you are eerily quiet,”

“Very funny. As I was saying, she looks happy now that we’re home,” he told his brother, watching as Dean looked back out to see her still on the swing.

“She is, and it’s about time. Recording the album was hard on her,” he sighed.

“It wasn’t the recording that was hard on her,”

Dean glared up at his giant of a brother, knowing what had been hard on Y/N, but didn’t want to talk about it. It had been a difficult time for them and very trying on their relationship, and he would rather put it behind them and not bring it back up. Even though they had finished recording for a couple of months now, it had a lasting effect on them.

“Look, I’m not trying to bring up the bad shit, but I couldn’t help but notice the change in her,” Sam stated, placing his hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“I know, and trust me, I’m elated to see her smiling like she used to. I think once we start touring next month, she’ll be happy to be back on a stage. You know that’s what she loves, and she was born to do it,” he smiled as he kept his eyes on the woman he loved.

“I think so too, man. What did you get her for Christmas?”

Dean smiled as he thought about what he had planned for tomorrow night. He wasn’t going to wait for Christmas morning. He was going to give her her gift on Christmas Eve night, hoping what he had planned would blow her away. He told Sam animatedly what he had gotten her and his plans for the next night when he noticed an odd expression on his brother’s face.

“What is it, Sammy?”

“Uhh...I got Jess the same thing,” he said sheepishly.

“Are you serious?! I have had this planned out for weeks!” Dean groaned.

“I have an idea!” Sam said, pulling his brother away from the window to lay out the plan he had just concocted.

Y/N sat contentedly on John and Mary’s front porch watching it snow. She was so happy that they had come back to Kansas for Christmas and the New Year’s, thoroughly enjoying the time with family. She really needed the break from L.A., and this was heavenly. None of the sounds of the city, just peace and quiet, which is what she desperately needed.

Even though they hadn’t been recording in months, just being in that penthouse made her think of what Lisa had done. It’s where she and Dean had all the arguments about it, and it made her uneasy. She didn’t want to be living somewhere that wasn’t hers anymore, either. She wanted a place to call her own, and now that they had the money from record sales, that’s exactly what she was going to do. Buy a house of her own with Dean.

“If you keep your forehead creased like that, it will give you wrinkles,”

“I’m not worried about wrinkles,” Y/N laughed.

“I said the same thing at your age, but now I spend so much money on wrinkle creams it’s shameful,” Mary cackled, sitting down beside her on the swing, “Mind if I swing with you awhile?”

“Not at all,” she smiled, “I always enjoy your company, Mary,”

“Same to you, my dear. You’ve been a part of this family since Dean brought you over when you two were fourteen,” she giggled.

“I can’t believe that was thirteen years ago,” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head with astonishment that it had been so long since she had met the Winchesters.

“Time flies, dear. Speaking of, am I ever going to get grandchildren?” Mary asked, laughing at the shocked look on Y/N’s face.

“I don’t know. Maybe one day. We aren’t married or anything…” she trailed off, her mind going to the thought of being married to Dean.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. I was joking. You look like you’re about to panic!”

Before she could say anything, Dean and Sam walked out the door. The expression on her face made Dean stop in his tracks. He knew that look, and she was beginning to have an anxiety attack. She didn’t have them often, but he knew when it would happen by just looking at her.

“Mom! What’s going on?! Why is she panicking?” he asked, rushing over and kneeling down in front of his girlfriend.

“I don’t know! I was joking with her and asked when I was going to get grandkids, and she said that y’all weren’t married, and then this started!” Mary exclaimed, gesturing to Y/N.

“Mom…” Sam sighed, knowing his mom didn’t mean anything by what she said, but she could be pushy.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it would bother her!” she said, concern evident in her tone.

“Guys! Enough! Can you go in and let me talk to her, please?” Dean pleaded with them.

Sam and Mary nodded and left him to tend to Y/N. Her breathing was starting to even out, and he knew she was calming down. He stayed by her side, rubbing a hand down her back and whispering that she would be okay. After a few more minutes, she looked up at him, and he could see the tears in her eyes. He smiled down at her, wrapping her in his arms, and pulled her into his side.

“What happened, baby?” he asked sweetly.

“I honestly don’t know. We were talking, and she asked about kids, and I just started to panic,”

“Okay,” he winced, hoping that it didn’t mean what he thought, “Do you not want kids, sweetheart?”

“What?! I didn’t say that!”

“I know, Freddie. I was asking because you had an anxiety attack when she started talking about kids, and I…”

“No! Don’t think that! I know how your brain works, and I know you’re thinking I don’t want to have kids, and that’s not it,”

“Then why would you panic, Y/N? If you don’t want them, all I ask is that you’re honest with me about it,” his voice was full of sadness.

“Angus, look at me. That’s not why I panicked,” she sighed.

“Then, why?”

“It made me start thinking. We’re getting ready to go on tour, and who knows how long this lifestyle will last. That’s not how I envisioned raising kids, on a tour bus, being dragged from city to city. We don’t even have a place of our own yet, and I’m not going to pretend like I’m the most innocent of women, but we aren’t married. I want to be married and have a stable home before I even try to bring a child into our lives,”

“Our lives?” he asked, hope evident in his voice.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to go through that adventure with anyone else,” she smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly, “I mean if that’s what you want…”

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. Knowing that she wanted all of that and that she wanted it with him was the best thing he had ever heard. He would never admit it, but he had always wanted a family of his own, but the thought also terrified him. What if he couldn’t be what they needed? What if he failed them? He shook the thought from his mind as he leaned in to kiss her like she would disappear if he didn’t. As long as she had faith in him and wanted a family with him, he would do whatever it took to give her what she wanted and deserved.

“You’re freezing, sweetheart. Let’s go inside and get warmed up,”

“Okay. I am a little cold,” she giggled.

He stood and reached for her hand, squeezing softly when she linked her fingers with his. He pulled her to his chest, lifting her chin with his thumb and curled index finger to look in her eyes. He could see the love she had for him, and he hoped that she could see the same thing when he looked at her.

“I love you,” he whispered, not breaking eye contact with her.

“I love you,” she whispered back, the sweetest smile on her face.

He placed a kiss on her forehead before pulling her, wrapping his arms around her. He laid his head atop of hers, looking over at the window to see John, Mary, Sam, and Jess staring out at them.

“We have an audience,” he chuckled.

“We should go in and let them know I’m okay,” she laughed.

“Come on, darlin’,”

He opened the door and walked in, Y/N right behind him. He couldn’t help but laugh as his family scattered and tried to act like they were clueless about what was going on. He looked over to see she was giggling too, finding it as funny as he did.

“Alright guys, you can cut the act. I saw all of you standing at the window,” he said, laughing at their shocked expressions.

“Fine! I was worried about Y/N. I felt horrible for making her panic,” Mary huffed, hanging her head.

“You didn’t do anything. I’ve just had a lot on my mind with the tour coming up, and it was inevitable that an attack was coming. Please don’t blame yourself,” she smiled, walking over to hug Mary.

“Are you sure? I really was just trying to joke,”

“I promise,” she told her.

“Okay, okay. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving. Your mom has lunch ready and waiting,” John chimed in, making everyone laugh.

“Yeah, let’s go eat. I’m a growing boy. I need my nutrition,” Dean smirked.

“The way you eat, the only thing that will be growing on you is your gut!” Sam exclaimed, grabbing his brother in a headlock.

“Boys,” Y/N and Mary said with a sigh in unison, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The women rolled their eyes and turned to walk into the kitchen, the boys right on their heels. None of the Winchester men would turn down food and wanted to be one of the first to get a plate, claiming the others would eat it all if they didn’t. They all sat down and had a lovely family lunch. The conversation flowed, and the scene on the porch was long forgotten, or they acted like it was.

“Good morning, beautiful,”

Dean’s voice and the smell of coffee had Y/N stirring awake. She opened one eye to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling, a cup of coffee in his hand. She groaned and closed her eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but she knew she had to get up. Christmas Eve was a big day in the Winchester house.

“That cup better be mine,” she whined as she sat up in bed.

“It is. Do you think I would come up here to wake you up without a peace offering?” he chuckled.

“Smart man,” she grumbled, taking the cup from him and taking a sip of the hot liquid.

Dean sat in silence as he watched her drink her coffee. Even with raging bedhead, and the grumpiness of being woken up, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He hoped that he would be waking up to her face for a long time, not knowing what he would do without her in his life.

“Why are you staring? Do I have dried drool on my face or something?” she asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

“I was just admiring your beauty,”

“Whatever,” she huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t do that, please,”

“Do what?” she asked.

“Roll your eyes and blow off what I said. Y/N, I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. I really do. You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” he sighed, reaching up to touch her cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better,” she smiled, placing her hand on his.

“I love you, baby. Please know that I mean it when I say you’re beautiful. There’s no other woman I’ve ever wanted more than you,”

“I know you mean it. I love you too,”

He leaned in to kiss her sweetly, wanting to show her with his actions just how much she meant to him. The kiss began to get heated when she entwined her fingers in his hair, pulling him down on top of her. He moaned when she spread her legs, slotting himself between them, grinding his growing length against her. He ran his hand under her t-shirt, reaching up to cup her breasts when someone started knocking on the door loudly.

“Breakfast is ready. Mom’s waiting for you two,” Sam shouted through the door.

“Coming!” Dean yelled back, rolling over with a groan.

“Well, that sucks,” she laughed.

“You’re telling me! How am I supposed to hide this?!” he exclaimed, gesturing down to the tent in his boxers.

“I have an idea,” she smirked.

In one quick movement, she was between his legs and had his boxers pulled down below his ass, freeing his hard cock from its confines. She smiled up at him as she started to stroke him softly, making him whimper before she took him into her mouth, running her tongue around the sensitive head. After a few seconds of teasing, she took all of him, swallowing when her nose reached his skin. Hearing him gasp spurred her on, so she started to bob up and down, hollowing her cheeks.

“I’m going to c-come. You’ve gotta stop,” he panted, his hands wrapped in her hair.

“Then come,” she said, taking him back into her mouth, moving faster.

She knew he was close, his cock throbbing in her mouth, and the change in his moans let her know. Taking him in all the way to the base of his cock, she sucked again, and he was coming hard. She swallowed everything he gave her and licked him clean, pulling his boxers back up with a smile on her face. She loved to please him, and by the look on his face, she had done just that.

“Damn, sweetheart. I think you killed me,” he laughed as he was trying to catch his breath, “What about you, though?”

“I’ll take a raincheck,” she winked, “Now, get some pants on before your mom comes up here to get us,”

She laughed as he groaned, standing to grab his sweatpants to wear to breakfast. His face was still red and glistening with sweat. Everyone would know what they were up to if he went downstairs looking like that.

“Go wash your face too. You’re covered in sweat,” she giggled.

“Well, who’s fault is that?” he asked, pulling her to his chest and kissing her hard.

“Dean! Stop! We have to go downstairs now. You can make it up to me later,”

“You bet your sweet ass I will!” he said, slapping her on the ass as he walked by, heading for the bathroom.

The rest of the day had gone by as usual. Mary always cooked a big dinner on Christmas Eve, opening all the gifts, but one, always saving the “big” gift for Christmas morning, taking the rest of the day to relax and spend time with family.

They finished dinner and made their way to the living room, John and Mary separating and handing out gifts. Bobby, Ellen, and Jo were also there, joining in on the festivities every year. Once the presents were in front of the person they belonged to, it was hard to keep the boys contained. Mary made everyone open them one at a time so she could get pictures and keep the chaos controlled.

“Okay, guys, you know how it goes. One at a time,” Mary said, laughing at her sons, almost vibrating with excitement to tear into their gifts.

“We know,” the brothers groaned in unison.

“For that, Y/N, you can go first,” she laughed, the boys pouted like children.

They went around the room in a circle to open presents. Everyone was excited and happy with the gifts they received. Dean was smiling from ear to ear, glad that he could afford to buy his family nice things this year.

“Dean! A trip to the Bahamas? This is too much, son,” Mary said, her voice shaky with emotion.

“Actually, it’s not. That’s from all of us,” he gestured to Y/N, Sam, and Jess.

“You and Dad deserve a nice but belated honeymoon,” Sam smiled.

“Boys,” she sniffled, wrapping her arms around her sons.

“Thank you. I don’t have words,” John said, hugging his boys when Mary moved over to Y/N and Jess, wrapping her arms around them.

“Okay, let’s keep going,” Sam laughed, winking at his brother.

“There’s nothing left to open apart from what has to wait until the morning,” Y/N said, a confused look on her face.

“Head up to my room, and wait for me,” Dean smiled, kissing her.

“Okay?”

“Trust me,” he winked at her.

She didn’t say anything else, walking up the stairs to Dean’s room and sitting on the bed. She wasn’t sure what he was up to, but she was excited and nervous. She thought about what he could have bought her that called for her to hide up in his room. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door started to open, shocked when it was Sam and not his brother.

“Sam?”

“This is for you,” he smiled, handing her a folded piece of paper, turning and walking back out the door.

She opened it to see Dean’s handwriting, instructing for her to go downstairs. She was puzzled, but walked down to see what he was doing. But Jess was at the bottom of the stairs, another note in her hand. She smiled as Y/N took it, this one saying to put on her boots and coat.

“What’s he up to?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Follow the notes and see,” Jess chuckled.

“Fine,” she huffed, nervous about what would be at the end of this little treasure hunt.

Pulling on her coat, she bent over to see a note sticking out of one of her boots. She smiled, opening it to read what she was supposed to do next.

Freddie,

You’re almost done. Meet me where we had our first kiss, and be sure to bundle up. It’s cold out here. I love you.

Dean

She couldn’t stop the giggle as she remembered where they had their first kiss. They had been in a small clearing in the woods at the end of the street, both of them so nervous. The memory had her moving faster to get her boots on and out the door, excited to see what was waiting for her in the clearing. She was out the door and running to the end of the street, which luckily wasn’t far.

She stopped when she got to the tree line, seeing an odd glow coming from where the clearing should be. She made her way through the trees, looking at her surroundings, hoping to find a clue of what was happening. When she stepped through and into the clearing, her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. The trees were wrapped in Christmas lights, and music was playing softly from a Bluetooth speaker.

Once she could pull her eyes away from the lights, she saw another note sitting on the tree stump in the middle of the small clearing. Smiling with glee, she walked over and picked it up, opening it to see only two words, written in big letters.

TURN AROUND

She gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. The shock froze her in her spot. Dean was now in front of her, down on one knee.

“Y/N, I love you. I’ve loved you since we were fourteen years old. Even back then, I knew you were going to have a special place in my life. I loved you the whole time we were just friends after high school. Freddie, I’ve always loved you, and I can’t see my life without you in it. I don’t want a life unless you’re there by my side. So, will you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?”

She couldn’t speak. She would have never dreamed that this was what was waiting on her. Tears were falling on her cheeks as she stared at the man she loved, down on his knee, wanting to spend his life with her. Still not able to find her voice, she nodded furiously, watching as his face lit up.

“Yeah?” he asked, tears starting to form in his eyes now.

“Yes,” she whispered, not sure of her voice, “Yes, Dean. I’ll marry you,”

He was off his knee and was kissing her in a matter of seconds. Their tears of happiness soaking each other’s cheeks. He finally pulled back, picking up her left hand and sliding the ring on her finger. It was beautiful, not small but not outlandish, exactly what she wanted.

“We have to get back and tell everyone!” she shouted with excitement.

“Let’s give them a few minutes before we head back,” he laughed, “Sam is actually proposing to Jess tonight too,”

“What?! Really?!”

“Yeah, I found out yesterday when he asked what I got you for Christmas. He had planned on proposing tonight, so we came up with our plan,”

“Plan?” she asked, wondering if this grand gesture was only because Sam was going to ask Jess to marry him too.

“Yeah, none of this,” he waved his hand around, gesturing to the lights, “changed from what I had planned. The only difference was I would have had the family here, but we decided to make our proposals private so as to not take away from the other. He was going to ask her in front of everyone after we opened gifts,”

“What is he going to do now?”

“He’s proposing in the treehouse where he asked her to be his girlfriend,” he chuckled.

“Aww! That’s sweet,” she squealed, “but nowhere near as sweet as this,”

“I’m glad you’re happy with it. I’ve been planning this for weeks,” he said, blushing a little.

“It was better than I could have ever imagined,” she grinned, placing a kiss on his lips.

“I’m glad, sweetheart. Now, how about we head back. It’s a little cold out here,”

When they walked through the front door, everyone was all smiles, letting them know that the family had been told about Sam and Jess’s engagement. Y/N and Dean looked at each other, happy to see his brother and her friend so happy. Jess turned and noticed them and ran straight for Y/N.

“He asked me to marry him!” she squealed, pulling Y/N into a hug.

“Well, what did you say?” Dean asked, laughing when Jess slapped his arm.

“What do you think?” she said with a playful glare.

“Congratulations, man,” Dean smiled, pulling his brother in for a hug.

“You too, bro,” Sam laughed.

“What? Why are you congratulating Dean?” Mary asked, noticeably confused.

Dean looked down at Y/N, nodding his head towards his mom to signal her to let them know. Y/N looked back at the family, everyone staring with confused expressions, except for Sam, of course. She didn’t say a word, holding up her left hand for everyone to see, and that’s when the screams filled the room. Everyone rushed them with hugs and congratulations.

“My girl’s getting married, huh?” Bobby asked, the emotion clear on his face.

“I’m getting married,” she laughed, giving him a hug.

“Dean, you know I think of you like you’re my boy, but if you hurt her…”

“I promise, Bobby, she’ll never want for anything, and I’ll never hurt her,” Dean assured him.

“Okay, I know we’re supposed to wait until tomorrow, but I have to give Dean his gift after this,” Y/N said, walking to the tree and picking up a small box.

“What is it?” Dean asked when she handed it to him.

“Open it and see,” she laughed, rolling her eyes at him.

He tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, looking in it with confusion. He looked up at her and then back into the box, finally pulling out a key.

“A key? A key to what?”

“Remember when we were driving around Laurel Canyon, and you saw that house on the mountain you loved so much?” she asked with a small smirk.

“Yeah…” he whispered, his eyes going wide as he caught on.

“Well, it was up for sale, and now we own it,”

“Are you serious?! You bought me a house for Christmas?!”

“Technically, I bought us a house,” she laughed.

He had her wrapped in his arms and whispering how much he loved her and didn’t deserve her. She held him tight around his waist with her head lying on his chest, the two of them lost in each other and everything that had happened that night. They had become engaged and homeowners all in a span of an hour, and they couldn’t be happier. This had been the best Christmas either of them had ever had, and they couldn’t wait to start the next chapter of their lives together in the New Year.

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Behind the Screen - (Timestamp 3)

Author’s Note: Three more chapters left, OH MY GOODNESS! I can’t believe how far i have gone with this series, like wow and to think i wasn’t going to upload this at all. I hope you’ll enjoy this timestamp! Thank you all for reading!

Warnings: wedding floof, smut 18+

Timestamp 2 / SERIES MASTERLIST

“How are you feeling, you still with me?” Natasha questioned giving your exposed shoulder a squeeze as she appeared behind you in the mirror you were currently sat at.

“like I'm about to throw up and cry all at the same time,” you replied through a teary smile.

Natasha laughed, her arms wrapping around you from behind, careful not to jostle your pinned hair, “you’re already crying you sap, as for the throwing up please save it for after the vows.”

“Natasha!” you laughed patting under your eyes, your hands squeezing her arms where she held you.

She pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “it’s okay to be nervous,” she murmured fingers rubbing at your exposed skin, “but just think about it, you’re marrying the man you love in just a few minutes.”

A shaky breath was leaving your lips at her words, your eyes watering once more, “oh y/n, babe,” Natasha pleaded, “please don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry too!” she grunted her arms falling away from you as she fanned at her eyes.

“Natasha Romanoff if you cry, you’ll only make me cry harder!”

A choked laugh falls from her lip as she tugs at your hand pulling you up, her arms encircling your body as she pulls you in so close, “I’m over the moon for you and Bucky, there’s no one as deserving of this as the two of you.” at her words you squeeze her a little tighter.

“thank you for being by my side for this moment, it means so much to me that you’re going to be right up there with me,”

She pulls away from you slightly to get a look at you, “there is nowhere else I'd rather be.” she smiles hands leaving you to wipe under her eyes. “look at what you’ve done,” she laughs through a few tears, “you’ve made me soft.”

Your pulling her in for a tighter hug, the two of you swaying slightly, “look at us a couple of saps,” you giggled.

“If someone were to look at us now they would never think we’re trained assassins,” she teased.

Before you could reply to her teasing comment a knock sounded just outside the grand French doors. Natasha and you shared a look before she was pulling herself away from you to make her way over to the door. You watched off to the side as she opened the door the slightest, single crack to peek out.

“oh no,” you heard her say, and you raised a brow at her tone, “no Barnes, you go back to your room, I am not letting you see her, you’ll see her when she walks down the aisle,” you heart skipped a beat in your chest at the sound of his name.

You heard Bucky groan, Natasha laughing lightly from where she stood guard at the door, “just want to talk to her, I won’t even look, She can stand behind the door with it slightly cracked, please.” Your breath caught in your throat at his plea and you swore your eyes began to water once more.

Natasha looked over to you brow raised in question, and you found yourself nodding your head, feet leading you to the door. Pressing yourself against the wood Natasha spoke up, “5 minutes tops and then you need to go Barnes,” she warned pointing a finger through the door.

“That’s fine.”

Natasha was moving out of the way then, “five minutes you two, and no more, you’re due down the aisle soon,” she calls out over her shoulder. Your pressed up against the door manicured fingers laying flat against the wood. You felt the door push against your fingers as Bucky’s hand appeared through the crack. A warm smile tugged at your lips as you brought a hand up to intertwine with his through the door.

“don’t tell me you’re here because you got cold feet Barnes because I'm sorry to say but you’re a little too late for cold feet.” you teased a smile pulling at your painted lips.

A low chuckle sounds on the other side of the door one that has you shivering in anticipation to finally see him waiting for you down the aisle, “s’nothing like that doll, I promise by the end of the day you’ll have my last name, just really needed to let you know I love you.” he murmured.

“and that couldn’t wait for when she met you at the alter?” Natasha called out a grin parting her lips when you turned to scold her. Natasha raised her hands before turning back to the mirror where she had been adjusting her makeup.

“I love you too James,” you replied giving his hand a squeeze.

“Can’t wait to see you sweetheart, I-”

“It’s only been a day Barnes!” Nat cut him off.

“Natasha!” you scolded.

Laughter filled the area both inside and outside the door, “anyway darlin, just wanted to tell you I love you, I have no cold feet, and I can’t wait to say I do to you, and the rest of our life together.”

Your eyes flooded with tears, your heart constricting in your chest, “I love you too Buck, here’s to the rest of forever in just a bit.” you murmured giving his hand another squeeze. How badly you wanted to just rip the door open and fall into the arms of your lover.

“god sweetheart, you have no idea how much I just want to push open this door and pull you into my arms,” how badly you wanted the same thing. You could feel yourself squeeze his hand a little tighter, almost as if warning him. “sorry doll, just miss you so damn much,” you missed him too.

Natasha appeared at your side, her hand falling to your shoulder, “it’s time,” she mouthed, you nodded.

She peeked her head through the crack widening it more, “Sorry Barnes but your time is up, you’re needed at the alter lover boy, we’ll be seeing you very soon."

Bucky gave your hand one more squeeze, a last “i love you,” before he was removing himself from you, his feet taking him down to the reception area.

Closing the door fully Natasha turned to you, “oh y/n you big sap,” she chuckled, looking at the several tears rolling down your cheeks, “you’re making me regret letting him talk to you,” she warned running a tissue under your eyes.

“m’sorry,” Nat you chuckled tearily, “just didn’t think I would ever be here, especially with Bucky, it all seems surreal how this all began.” And it really was surreal when you thought about it, when you thought what the two of you had gone through to get here, to really think about everything that started all this, what would have happened if he hadn’t found your laptop, hadn’t found out what you do, what you still do as a pastime.

“Honestly y/n, the only two who didn’t see this coming was probably you and Barnes, all of us could see how taken the two of you were from the very beginning so seeing this day happen it doesn’t surprise any of us.”

You went to respond to her, but another knock was sounding at the door, holding a finger up to you, she opened the door a crack, “Everything's ready, whenever the two of you are ready to come out we’ll be waiting,” you heard Sam’s voice call through the door.

You didn’t hear Nat’s reply as she shut the door again, hands still on the wood, her eyes on you, “It’s time, you ready?” she questioned with a warm smile. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, the butterflies erupting in your stomach threatening to make their escape. It was time, you were finally going to marry Bucky, the year you had given yourself had finally ticked all the way down. The days, hours, minutes, seconds had finally passed you. It was time.

The next minute that passed you was almost a blur, Natasha’s hands laced in yours as she led you down the porcelain hallway, the wooden doors at the end of the room drawing closer and closer. You heart was beating in your ears by the time you reached them, Natasha appeared in front of you, “deep breaths y/n, this is it, are you ready to become Mrs. Barnes?” she questioned softly. You nodded your head numbly, as her delicate fingers traced over your face.

“I’m going to be right behind you, then right by your side if you need me the rest of the time, I'm going to push open these doors now once you hear the music play start walking, try not to faint on me, not sure I could catch you and this dress in these heels” she teased.

You held your breath as you watched her push open the door, her hands giving yours one last squeeze as she moved behind you. The music seeped through the room, your feet moving on their own, as you moved forward. All eyes were on you, as you walked down the petaled aisle, Natasha behind you, hands on your train. Your eyes sought him out the closer you got, your knees nearly buckling when they finally fell on him.

He was wearing all black, his long locks slicked back into a low bun, fingers clasped in the front of him, a wide smile on his face despite the tears threatening to spill over. You watched as he leaned back a little the farther you got, Steve patting him on the shoulder as the first tear fell from his eyes, his hands coming to his mouth as you closed the distance between you. His hands were immediately reaching for yours as he pulled you in the rest of the way.

“you are a dream sweetheart look at you,” he murmured, voice cracking from his tears, “you think we could just skip to the I do’s I would really like to kiss you right now.”

You chuckled pulling your hands from his as you fanned at your eyes, you would not cry, “as much as I'd like to kiss you, I really want to take your last name first,” you grinned.

More tears pulled at his eyes, “I really am the luckiest man alive,” another chuckle fell from your lips as you wiped under his eyes.

“Are we ready to begin the ceremony?” the officiant questioned, you and Bucky nodded eyes locked on each other.

“right,” he hummed as he cleared his throat, “We are gathered here today to celebrate one of life’s greatest moments, and to cherish the words which shall unite James Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N in marriage. The officiants words were drowned out as your eyes looked over Bucky’s features, nothing else mattered than this moment except you and him. You watched his lips move softly the words ‘I love you’ falling from his lips, your hands squeezing his. Bucky was squeezing your hands back in turn when the officiants words rang louder, “The bride and groom have a few words to share.”

The officiant was turning to Bucky, “would you like to share your words first?”

Bucky gave a wordless nod, before he was turning back to you, his hands held yours tighter as he moved in closer, he took in a breath composing himself. “Y/n I tell you this every day, but what better day to repeat it then today. You are the love of my life, my best friend, my lover, my inspiration. You make the bad days better and you make me better. I promise to love you unconditionally through thick and thin and sickness and health. I promise to tell you I love you every single day for the rest of our lives. I promise that as we adventure through the rest of our lives together, I'll always be by your side celebrating with you. I will always put you first and give you my absolute best for the rest of my days.” Steve then moves up from behind Steve passing him your ring which Bucky gives a cracked ‘thanks pal’ as he turns back to you ring at the ready as he reaches for your hand, “y/n, please wear this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love for you, a love that transcends all our yesterdays, all our todays, and all our tomorrows.” you wiped under your eyes as he slid the ring onto your finger, a perfect snug fit.

“Y/n would you please recite your vows,” Natasha stepped up next to you ring at the ready as you plucked it from her fingers.

You were turning back to Bucky as you held his hands in yours, a teary smile pulling at your lips, his expression a mirror of your own.

“James the love you’ve shown me is beyond anything my childhood self could dream up. It’s heartwarming, genuine and fierce sometimes all at once. But at the same time your love has taught me to find what I spent so long searching for within myself. You are my bestfriend and the love of my life. I vow to listen, learn, laugh and cry with you. I vow to value our differences, to put all my effort into this marriage, and to give you the best version of me. James Buchanan Barnes, on good days, bad days, rain or shine I’ll love you forever. You bring his hand closer his finger meeting the ring as you recite the same words, “please wear this ring, as a symbol of my eternal love for you, a love that transcends all our yesterdays, all our todays, and all our tomorrows.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the man announces from your side, “you may kiss your bride.”

“Finally,” Bucky mutters as he pulls you close lips crashing into yours, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight Mrs. Barnes, I almost don’t want to undress you sweetheart, but god do I really want to see what’s waiting for me under all of this,” he murmurs, fingers running over your wedding dress.

You and Bucky had opted to do your wedding night a little differently, you had had an early ceremony so the two of you could escape to your honeymoon destination that same day. Bucky had surprised you with your honeymoon destination bringing you on a five-day getaway to Turks & Caicos.

A grin pulled at your lips, fingers running over his unbuttoned tux, “already planning on undressing me,” you questioned, “not even going to show me around our lavish hotel?”

His fingers grip the sides of your dress, inching it up the smooth expanse of your legs, “would you really like me to show you around because I think the first place I'd like you to see is the bed,” he murmurs pressing his lips to the underside of your chin, “James,” you drawl you head tilting to the side as he explores over the expanse of your neck. “Don’t deny me sweetheart,” he murmurs feet leading you through the lavish room, “I haven't had my hands on you in hours,” A breathy chuckle falls from your lips as he backs you up into the bed, “it's been a day baby.”

“a day too long,” he growls as he pushes you further, your back hitting the cooled sheets, “been needing to have you wrapped around me, a writhing moaning mess under me, for hours now,” he murmured dropping to his knees as he hiked up your dress, your response flew out the window his lips trailing up your legs, beard rubbing against your inner thighs. He continues to bunch your dress up around you his teeth nipping at your inner thigh making you jolt up the bed.

“Fuck Bucky please,” you murmur body quivering as his fingers leave your dress dipping between your exposed thighs. “What do you want baby,” he whispers index finger trailing over the crotch of your lace panties, he looks up at you then, “you want my fingers baby?”

You’re nodding your head though he can’t see you from where he’s perched between your legs,“ yes please, I need them, I need your fingers baby,” you purr, though it quickly dissipates into a low moan as his lips press themselves against your lace covered pussy, “F-fuck yes,” you moan.

“You want me to keep going baby, or would you like a tour of the room,” he questions, fingers hooking into the side of your panties exposing you to the cool air of the room, “because if you want me to stop,” he murmurs tongue peeking out to run over the slick of you folds.

“s-shit,” you hiss head falling back to the bed, “or would you like me to keep going” his tongue pushed passed your folds circling your clit. Your hands press down your dress finding their way to the back of his head, your own thrown back in pleasure, “please, please don’t” you breathed a whimper escaping past your lips.

“that’s my girl, my beautiful girl” he murmurs into slick heat of your fold’s lips, a moan tears from your lips as his mouth flattens against your heat, lips sucking at your clit. Your head thumps against the bed once more, toes curling in your heels, “holy f-fuck just like that,” you moan hips rolling against his hands. He continues to bring you pleasure as he works his mouth over you, tongue dipping into your heat. Fingers tangle through the loose locks of his bun as you push into his mouth body falling over the edge. A loud moan tears from your lips, as your orgasm rocks through you, “oh g-god Buck yes,” you moan sucking in a breath, walls fluttering as he continues to work you through it, your body thrumming with pleasure.

Your body goes lax against the bed breath coming out in warm puffs, your dress fallen around your upper half. Bucky kisses his way up your semi dressed body, lips finding yours, his tongue gliding with yours letting you taste yourself on his tongue, a low groan falls from your lips, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. Bucky swallows the moan that falls from your lips tongues dancing slowly with one another, hands roaming down the curve of your body, fingers pressing into your waist as he pulls his lips away from yours, a gasp falling from his lips as he pulls air back into his lungs. Your hips are rocking against his needing to feel the weight of his cock against your aching core, a shiver rolls through him at the low moan falling from your lips, his dick twitching with want. His head presses to yours eyes connecting, a warm smile pulls at your lips, fingers sliding across his face, finding their way into his hair as you pull him down. “I need you Buck, I need you to fuck me,” you whisper lips brushing against his. He wastes no time as he works a hand between your bodies, fingers working off his pants, pulling his cock from the confines of his slacks.

His hand hooks around your thigh bringing it up to rest around his hips. A moan is falling from both your lips as the new position allows for the head of his cock to press into your folds, his hips roll forward the tip brushing against your aching clit.

Hand leaving your thigh it snakes its way between your bodies to grab a hold of his cock. Dragging it through your slick folds he presses into your warm heat, a moan is falling from your lips as he bottoms out, your lips connecting with his.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he moans against your lips, “always feel so good around me, never going to go a day without you.”

He doesn’t move at first enjoying the feeling of you fluttering and clenching around him. He’s lost on you and how you feel around him, everything about you is so damn beautiful. His wife. His hands come up to cup your cheek, thumb running over the swell of your lower lip, “so fucking beautiful, y/n I love you so much baby, so fucking much” he murmurs.

Your breath hitches in your throat, heart swelling in your chest, “please move, I need you to move, baby,” you reply your own hands running over stubble of his beard.

His hips retreat from yours, cock sliding out from within you till only the tip is left. His lips are pressing to yours, hips surging forward as he builds up a slow rhythm. Your hands leave his face to wrap around his back, fingers digging into the warm skin there pulling him impossibly closer to you. Low grunts are falling from his lips as he fucks up into you, your other leg hooking around his waist to get him deeper.

His head finds its way to your neck lips searching out that hidden sweet spot that will have you coming undone in his arms, his thrusts have picked up speed, a steady speed which draws the sweetest groans of pleasure falling from your lips. He could listen to those sounds falling from your sinful lips for the rest of his life if you would let him.

His lips draw away from your neck needing to see you fall apart from him as he continues to bring you closer to that sweet release. Your lips are parted open, eyes covered over in lust, but there’s something more there, something that has his heart stalling in his chest, because he swears, you’re looking at him like he just hung the stars for you.

“gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous,” he whispers to himself, “look at you sweetheart,” he grunts hips picking up speed, “you’re an absolute angel,”

A moan is catching in your throat, “I love you Bucky, so much,” you murmur voice wavering with his thrusts. His hand searches for yours on the bed grasping it in his as he pushes you deeper into the bed, his whole body consuming you.

He’s thrusting hard, deep, burying himself in you, your walls fluttering around him as your orgasm approaches. Your head pushes forward, lips finding his shoulder as you kiss the scarred skin there, an intimate motion that has Bucky’s head reeling.

“Bucky please,” you whine low in your throat, pressing warm wet kisses into his skin. He picks up speed needing to bring you to that release, a particularly deep thrust has you falling apart around him, your body falling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you. Long low moans are falling from your parted lips, fingers clawing at Bucky’s back as he fucks you through the pleasure. His name falls from your lips in a silent prayer, you’re pleading, you need to feel him, you need him to cum for you.

Bucky pushes your further into the mattress, his jaw clenching as his orgasm washes over him, his stomach muscles tense, as he spills into you, warm spurts filling your core, he never wants this feeling to end, and it never will he thinks.

Your arms are pulling him down, his head falling to your sweat slicked chest, your heart beating away wildly beneath his head. Your fingers run through his chocolate locks, lips pressing into his hair, “you going to show me around the room now?” you question in your post orgasmic state.

He chuckles breathlessly, lips pressing to your chest, “how about we get you out of this gorgeous dress and I'll show you the shower?”

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the-goddamn-queen · 5 years ago

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Camping, but make it sexy.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, semi-public, just really the filthiest thing I’ve ever written

Word Count: 1721

A/N: For @sherrybaby14‘s Fall Into You Challenge! My prompt was camping trip.

It was mostly your fault, honestly. The minute you’d made sure everyone was situated after the final battle, you’d practically dragged Bucky into your bedroom with no intention of letting him go until you were well and truly done with him.

You spent five years without him, what were you supposed to do?

The tables had turned rather quickly on you, though, and five days later you found yourself still naked and in bed having only managed to slip out for a couple baths that Bucky insisted on taking with you.

Turns out he missed you too.

Your relief finally comes in the form of F.R.I.D.A.Y. announcing that “Mr. Stark has organized a camping trip that is required for all Avengers personnel.”

Bucky groans into your hair and wraps his arms around you tighter. “Fuck that.” His metal hand starts gliding down your stomach. “We’re not going anywhere.” He finally reaches his destination and you gasp, grasping futilely at his wrist.

“Buck, please, I don’t want to get in trouble.”

He yanks his hand away and flips you, so you’re pinned underneath him by your wrists and hips. “The only trouble you’ll get into is if you try and leave this bed,” he groans into your ear. You whine and buck instinctively. Sure, you were tired, but fuck if that man didn’t do things to you.

You practically throw yourself out of the van the moment Steve shifts into park. Closing your eyes, you reach your hands out to touch every bit of air you can. Fresh air. Finally.

Bucky seems to take your outstretched arms as an invitation and wraps his own around your middle, hauling you into the air and making you squeal.

“Bucky!” you gasp as he sets you to your feet again. “Get off of me and help me pitch our tent.”

“But, baby, I already pitched a tent.” Your eyes widen a bit at what he’s insinuating, and you smack his arm, wincing when you realize it’s the metal one.

“Watch your mouth. There are children here.”

He smirks and twists an arm around your waist again. “I can think of way better things to do with my mouth.”

You snake away from his arm and snatch up the bag for your tent. “I’m gonna find us a spot,” you say sticking your tongue out, “join me when you’re less of a perv.”

“C’mon, doll!” he calls after you, “don’t tease me with that tongue!”

It’s dark by the time everyone gets their tents settled. The Starks holed themselves up pretty quickly for the sake of Morgan’s bedtime (despite her very weak protest that she was not, in fact, tired). Everyone else dragged up whatever they could find to sit around the fire; logs, blankets, bucket chairs. Bucky had claimed the bench of a picnic table for the two of you. He’d seemingly calmed down from when you’d first arrived.

You’re snuggled up into his side with his arm wrapped securely around your waist listening to him and Sam bicker over who pulled the cooler rescue op while Nat and Wanda giggle over a shared thermos of something you know Natasha made too strong. You barely notice Bucky’s hand move until its almost enveloped your breast. You try to play it off, laughing at Sam’s jab and slowly reaching to remove Bucky’s hand. Just before you reach it, he swipes his thumb down the center, and you have to bite back a gasp when he grazes your nipple. You hope it’s dark enough that no one can see.

Bucky smirks down at you as pull at his wrist to no avail. He just holds you a little tighter and starts making tight circles with his thumb. You bite your lip to hold back the whine that’s bubbling up in your throat. You’re grateful that the conversation’s drifted, and no one seems to be paying attention to you anymore.

Without letting go of you, Bucky reaches behind him to grab a blanket off the table and drape it around your shoulders. You notice it just barely covers where he’s holding you, just like the one on your legs barely covers your lap…

Oh, shit.

He’s faster than you, locking your thigh to his before you can move them from where they’re folded underneath you. You turn your face to bury it in his shoulder, knowing damn well you won’t be able to hold much back if he decides to touch you there. You feel him smirk against the side of your head. He won, and you both know it.

“Sleepyhead over here and I are gonna call it a night,” Bucky announces to the rest of group. You breathe a sigh of relief that he’s accepted your surrender and manage your own quick goodnight as he drags you away from the fire.

When you return to your tent, you half expect Bucky to throw you down on the air mattress. Instead, he calmly ducks in after you and settles himself among the blankets, leaving you to crouch awkwardly with your hands on the hem of your shirt.

“You comin’ to bed, sweetheart?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say still thumbing the fabric, “we’re not gonna…”

Bucky smirks. The asshole is toying with you. “Not gonna what, sweetheart?” The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. Getting you all hot and bothered as revenge for dragging him away from your bedroom.

You shake your head. “Never mind,” you manage with a small smile. You can at least pretend he didn’t win your frustration.

You crawl into the makeshift bed and curl into him, his warm, strong body a balm against the slight October chill. A sigh escapes you as one of his hands finds its way under the edge of your shirt to pull you closer. You revel in the skin to skin contact and let it start to lull you under.

Sleep starts to take you, so you barely register Bucky’s fingers skimming the edge of your pants. You’re drifting off as he just begins to slide his hand into the waistband. You think you’re dreaming when he cups the space between your thighs.

You’re eyes snap open and you gasp as he runs his middle finger along your center and presses it firmly against your clit.

“Bucky,” you breathe into his ear.

“Shhh,” he begins rubbing tight circles, “quiet, sweetheart. There’s children here, remember?”

You groan and bury your face in his shoulder, trying to drown out the noises you can’t stop. “Bucky, please, I’m so close. Make me cum.”

He chuckles lowly and slows his fingers. You whine and buck towards his hand. “Now, why should I do that, darlin’?” He moves his finger down, barely pressing it inside you. “Teasing me all day, pushing me away.” He sinks in another centimeter, toying with you. “I think you should convince me.”

You’re desperate now, trying to push yourself down on his finger, but he won’t let you. “Anything, Bucky, please, I’m sorry, I need you, I need–” You’re babbling now. Breathless whispers in his ear. God, if he would just go a little deeper–

He pulls his finger away from you suddenly and shoves it into your mouth. You whimper but close your lips around it, anyway, sucking it down gratefully. “Too much noise, baby,” he muses, “I think there’s better things to do with that mouth of yours.”

You hum in agreement, moving less than gracefully on the unstable air mattress to straddle him, pulling desperately at his pants to pull his cock out. Rock hard and leaking. You hadn’t touched him all day, and it shows.

Bucky lounges back with his arms behind his head, taking in the glazed look in your eyes. You glance up thinking he looks a little too please with the state he’s put you in. You decide not to waste any time.

You sink your head down as far as you can, pressing your tongue up against him and sucking. Hard.

His hands fly immediately to your hair gripping hard as he grounds out a ‘fuck, baby.’ You smile inwardly. Two can play at this game.

You set a fast pace, setting your hands on his thighs for leverage. Truly and completely sucking his soul out through his dick.

He loses himself for a moment letting his hips thrust up into your mouth once, twice, before yanking you off of him and hauling you up to suck the taste of himself off your tongue. “Good girl, baby, good girl,” he mumbles into your mouth as he rolls you over. “Let me give you what you want, sweetheart, remind me.”

He narrowly avoids shredding your pants as he yanks them off you. You do the same for your shirt before tugging at his wanting to feel his skin against yours. “I want you, Bucky, I need you,” you’re babbling again, “I need your cock. I need to come all over you.”

He presses up against, his lips finding yours again, and grasps your thighs to wrap around his hips. “What else, darlin’, one more thing, I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Bucky.”

It’s finally enough. He plunges into you, clasping his hand over your mouth to muffle your scream. You claw at his back looking for leverage to thrust back, but all you can do is lay back and take it.

He fucking surrounds you. His whole hulking frame absolutely drowning you as he pounds his hips against yours. It’s so much. It’s almost too much, and you find yourself screaming against his hand again as your pussy clamps down around him over and over again.

“That’s it, honey, that’s what you need, huh?” You nod as best you can, but he doesn’t let up. “Do it again, baby, I need to feel you do it again.” He moves his hand from your mouth, and you moan. “God, I wish I could listen to you but you gotta stay quiet. Bite me,” he orders. And you do. He moves that hand down to where you’re joined and rubs hard, unforgiving circles on your nub.

You squeal into his shoulder and hold him tighter.

“Cum.”

You do. Hard and shaking against him until he stills, filling you gently compared to how he fucked you.

“I love you too.”

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frenchfrysplash · 4 years ago

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fic: between heaven, the sky, the earth

The Haunting of Bly Manor

Dani/Jamie

Chapter 5/10

Read on AO3 Here! Or you can continue into the Read More.

Summary: Jamie goes between one moment, and the next. Falling around her like rain, like snow.

She’s here for a reason. Here to help.

She just needs to remember.

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Somewhere deep in the dark

A howling beast hears us talk

- Of Monsters and Men, Yellow Light

July 1991

A small girl was staring Jamie down.

"Hmmm." Jamie's gaze flickered between her opponent and her cards. "Got any eights?"

"Go Fish," said the small girl.

"No eights at all?" Jamie asked, incredulous. "None?"

"Nope."

"You didn't have any aces either."

"Mm-mm."

"Or any kings. Or queens. Or jacks."

A shake of the head.

"Are you holding fake cards or something? Am I being tricked?"

The little girl giggled. "Go fish!"

"I think I'm being cheated," Jamie grumbled, as she picked up a card to add to her impossibly large hand. "Poppins, do you think she's cheating?"

"Sam would never cheat," Dani said automatically from the kitchen.

"Right," Jamie narrowed her eyes. "Well, go on then. Ask me."

"Got any twos?" Sam, who was most certainly cheating, asked.

Jamie handed them over.

"I can't believe I'm getting my arse handed to me by a five-year-old," she muttered.

"Please don't swear in front of the children," Dani called.

Jamie's head whipped towards her, eyes round. "How did she even hear that?" She stage-whispered to Sam.

"She has super hearing," Sam whispered back. "That's what Liz says."

"She might be on to something." Jamie looked at the other small girl in her charge, who was leaning against Jamie's arm with a book that looked far too old for her. "What d'you think, Lizzie?"

"Dani's a superhero," Liz said, not looking up from her book.

"Oh?" Jamie raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you say that?"

"She has different coloured eyes."

"That's called het-hetro-hetrachr-hetercho-" Sam's little face scrunched up as she attempted the word.

"Heterochromia," Dani supplied, appearing at the door to the kitchen, smiling softly.

"Yeah!" Sam waved at her. "That!"

"Dani," Jamie said solemnly. "If that's really how you feel, I understand, but we have an apartment together-"

She was cut off by a dish towel hitting her in the face, causing the two little girls to dissolve into giggles.

"Ok, troublemakers," Dani said, ignoring her girlfriend's indignant spluttering. "Dinner's ready. Go wash your hands please."

The two little girls leapt up, and raced for the bathroom. Jamie put her ridiculous hand of cards down and pushed herself up off the ground, groaning.

"I'm getting old," she said, stretching. "Shouldn't be sitting on floors so much anymore."

"You can crouch in front of a rose bush for hours," Dani said, coming over to her. "But you can't sit on a floor for a game of cards?"

"I am filled with complexities, me," Jamie said, grinning.

Dani hummed, and began straightening Jamie's clothes, where they had gotten rumpled from sitting on the floor. She adjusted the collar sticking out over her sweater, and pressed a soft kiss to Jamie's lips.

"Gross!"

The two women broke apart, still smiling, and turned to face the children, now hovering in the doorway, hands out to cover each other's eyes. Dani laughed, and made her way over to them, hands on her hips.

"Alright, alright," she said. "Let's see those hands."

Sam and Liz held out their hands, and Dani inspected them closely, turning each one over, before nodding decisively.

"Perfectly clean," she said. "Let's eat."

She led the little girls into the kitchen, where dinner was set on the table; home-made pizza, with toppings added by Sam and Liz and Jamie, crust made by Dani. Excited, the little girls clambered into their seats, waiting impatiently for Dani and Jamie to sit at their own.

Babysitting the Larson twins was always an experience, one Jamie treasured. Dani hadn't had many chances to interact with kids since Bly, and while Jamie knew she was happy in their life together - with the shop, the apartment, the one-day-at-a-time-but-not-really of it all - she recognized that working with children was something Dani missed. So watching her talk to the two girls about why pineapple was objectively the best pizza topping made Jamie's heart ache in the best way.

"I dunno, Poppins," Jamie said, making a face. "I believe fruit of all kinds should be kept away from pizza."

"I like it," Liz declared. "Can we put pineapple on pizza next time?"

"For sure!" Dani said warmly.

"Absolutely not," Jamie said at the same time.

They pretended to glare at each other from across the table, though Jamie could see that Dani was fighting back laughter.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Dani said to Liz. "We won't let mean ol' Jamie get in the way of our delicious pizza."

"We won't!" Liz said gleefully, shaking her head to add emphasis.

A tug on Jamie's sleeve caused her to look at the other twin, who was leaning over the table towards her with an earnest expression.

"I don't want pineapple either," Sam whispered.

"We'll stage a rebellion, don't you worry," Jamie whispered back.

"What's a rebellion?"

"It's when you stop Poppins here from ruining pizza."

Sam's eyes lit up. "We're gonna have a rebellion!" She exclaimed.

"Can I help?" asked Liz.

"No! You're on Dani's side!"

"I wanna be in the rebellion!"

"Now look what you've done," Dani said, voice long-suffering.

"I feel a little rebellion is good for 'em," Jamie said, leaning back in her chair and resting her arms behind her head. "Builds character."

Dani sighed and shook her head, but she was smiling. Jamie grinned back, warmth swelling in her chest like a balloon.

After dinner they put on The Little Mermaid, which Dani had rented and which the twins watched with wide eyes. This, unfortunately, had the side effect of a sing-along beginning just as Dani and Jamie tried to put the girls to bed. A long, adorable battle ensued, until the kids were fast asleep, and Dani and Jamie were cuddled together on the couch, sipping wine and relaxing.

"God, kids are tiring," Jamie sighed, snuggling further Dani's neck. "You're warm."

"I absolutely blame you for that last burst of energy at the end there," Dani said, fingers trailing through Jamie's hair.

Jamie craned her neck to look up at her. "Oi, what'd I do?"

"'Little bit of rebellion's good for 'em,'" Dani mocked her, accent as terrible as it had been that morning in the greenhouse. "'Builds character.' God you're so full of it sometimes."

"I stand by it," Jamie said, settling back down and nuzzling at Dani's collarbone. She placed a small kiss there and smiled, humming contentedly.

They lay in silence for a moment, Jamie dozing in the comfort of Dani's embrace, Dani gazing at the Star Trek episode playing on TV.

"Have you thought about having kids?"

Jamie jolted into awareness, pushing herself up so she was level with Dani's face, which was still turned towards the television.

"Run that by me again?" Jamie asked, breathless.

Dani turned to look at her, the crease between her blue eyes signalling her seriousness.

"Kids," she repeated. "Have you thought about it?"

"Well, I mean, I, uh." Jamie stopped, breathed in, and started again. "Honestly, Poppins, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't."

Dani nodded, looking away, corners of her mouth curling downwards. "Right."

"With you, Dani," Jamie said, adjusting herself so she could use her other hand to push Dani's chin up, to face her. "You - you get that, yeah? I've thought about having kids with you, specifically."

A humourless smile flashed across Dani's face. "Well, I'm not sure that's physically possible, but I can do my best."

Jamie allowed herself a small chuckle. "We'll come back to that when we're back in our apartment," she said. "But seriously, Dani, have you thought about kids? With, uh." She cleared her throat. "With me?"

Dani didn't answer right away, eyes unfocusing as she seemed to consider this.

"Of course I have," she said finally. Her voice was rough, and Jamie was dismayed to see unshed tears in her eyes. "Jamie, of course I've thought about having kids with you." The tears spilled over, and Jamie felt that familiar panic at the thought of Dani crying rising in her chest.

"Oh, darlin'." Jamie leaned up, kissing her on her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, and the corner of her mouth. "I swear I wouldn't be that terrible of a mum. No need to cry at the thought."

Dani laughed, wiping at her eyes. "No, you idiot," she said affectionately. "I think you'd be a great mom. That's the problem."

At Jamie's confused expression, she sighed.

"She could still take me," she said softly. "You know that."

Jamie nodded. "I do," she said, matching Dani's quiet tone.

"So no matter how much I want it," Dani took in a shuddering breath. "It just can't happen. Because then I might leave you, alone, with a child, and I can't-"

Fresh tears came then, and Dani buried her face in Jamie's neck, entire body shaking. Jamie cradled the back of Dani's head, pressing her lips to her hair and murmuring soothingly. After a few minutes, Dani stilled, and pulled back.

"Oh." She tutted. "Your shirt." She wiped ineffectively at the damp spot on Jamie's shirt.

"Don't worry about it, it'll dry." Jamie ducked her head to catch Dani's gaze, rubbing soothing circles on her shoulder. "Hey, look at me for a second."

Dani forced herself to look into Jamie's eyes, lip still trembling.

"Listen," Jamie said. "I never thought I would even consider having a family before." She paused, lifting her shoulder in a half shrug. "My, ah, history with families isn't exactly great, as you know. And growing up, the way I did, and then realizing I was more interested in the fairer sex, well," she shot Dani a small grin. "I never thought kids were in the cards for me. Thought, even if they were, I would probably fuck 'em up somehow. But you," she laughed lightly, and ran her knuckles gently down Dani's cheek. "God, Dani, with you, anything seems possible, y'know?"

Dani's lips quirked up in a small smile. "You're so good with Sam and Liz, and with Miles and Flora." She shifted, pulling herself further up on the couch. "Give yourself more credit."

"Bit different being a babysitter or an aunt than it is being a mum," Jamie pointed out.

"That's what I mean," Dani said. "You deserve the chance to find that out for yourself."

"Dani," Jamie said warningly. "Don't. Don't go down that road."

It wasn't a new conversation; that Jamie deserved more, deserved better, deserved someone she knew would stick around, wouldn't leave her one night as a ghost took Dani away.

"Jamie," Dani started. "It's not fair-"

"No, it's not," Jamie agreed, pushing up to lean her forehead against Dani's. "It's not fair, because you'd be an amazing mum, and with you, I think I would have a good chance at not making any messes. It's not fair that we won't get that chance."

Dani's breath hitched, more tears leaking out. She opened her mouth, no doubt to keep arguing that Jamie shouldn't have to stay tied to a dead woman walking, but footsteps from the hallway interrupted her.

"Is that one of the kids?" Dani asked, twisting awkwardly to look.

"No," Jamie breathed, staring at the doorway to the hall. "It's not."

Viola smiled back at her sadly, looking more human than Jamie had ever seen her. Still not quite there - like a wax figure at Madame Tussaud's, Jamie thought, but her eyes were no longer cloudy, and she seemed to be almost completely dry. Slowly, Jamie pushed herself up from where she lay tangled in Dani, so she was sitting up straight on her knees.

"It's not fair," Viola said, moving into the room, words dropping like stones into the room. "And I suppose it's my fault, isn't it?"

"Oh," Jamie's mouth twisted, anger welling up in her chest. "D'you think?"

"Yes." Viola stopped at the couch, and sat down next to Jamie, who realized with a start that Dani had disappeared. "None of us really had a chance to be mothers, did we?" She looked at Jamie. "You, me, or Dani."

"You took her away before we could even try," Jamie bit out, fists clenching on her thighs.

"You're angry," Viola observed. "I understand."

"Do you really?" Jamie asked, voice shaking. "You took Dani's life from her. Stole it, before her time. We could have had so many more years together. We could have had a family. There are so many things we are never going to get to do, because you-"

She stopped, closing her eyes and breathing through her nose, nostrils flaring. Slowly, she sank back onto her heels, counting backwards from twenty.

This was not productive, she reminded herself. Her anger would do nothing to help Dani.

"I-" Viola's voice made Jamie open her eyes again. "I understand. How you feel."

Jamie said nothing, fighting to keep her temper under control.

"Well, perhaps not exactly," Viola reasoned, watching Jamie out of the corner of her eye. "I was a mother, but not in a way that mattered. By the time she was old enough to remember me, I was an ill, bitter woman. A ghost, really."

"Ironic," Jamie said stiffly.

Viola chuckled. "Yes." She agreed. She looked at Jamie, eyes dark and sad. "I think I've been looking for her, all these years. I want her to be with me."

Jamie frowned. "You wanted to bring your daughter to be with you," she said slowly. "At the bottom of a lake?"

Viola's mouth hardened. "She's my daughter. Shouldn't she be with me?"

"At the cost of her life?"

Jamie barely flinched at Dani's voice. Somehow, she had felt her before she spoke, standing behind the couch, arm resting next to Jamie's head. She was staring at Viola, eyes hard, brow furrowed, fist clenched.

"I am her mother," Viola said, rising from the couch and turning to face Dani, voice growing louder. "She should have been with me the whole time. My time with her was taken from me. All I wanted was to get back what was rightfully mine."

"Your daughter was a person," Dani said. "She wasn't anyone's."

Viola scoffed. "Of course you would say that."

"Of course she would-" Jamie looked between the two women, eyes wide. "What does that mean?"

Dani and Viola continued to glare at each other, as darkness closed in on all sides around them. Jamie grabbed for Dani's hand desperately, only to watch her fingers slip through it as though there was nothing there.

"Dani-!" But Dani was gone. Viola was gone. All at once, Jamie's vision was filled with a blinding light, and her hearing deafened by a great clap of thunder, and then there was nothing.

Nothing, except-

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June 1987

The thunder rumbled twice more before fading away, the blessed silence letting Jamie relax back into the couch cushions, unknotting the tension in her shoulders slowly. She eyed Miles and Flora, fast asleep on the floor in front of the fireplace; but neither of them had woken up, evidently exhausted from all the excitement of the night.

It was always strange, being at the manor after dark. Jamie was usually gone by supper, or just after when she was coaxed to stay by Flora or Owen. The great house became unfamiliar to her at night, painted with shadows and strange noises, the life that filled it during the day falling into an uneasy sleep.

But it wasn't so bad now. The sitting room was warm, and Jamie was comfortably ensconced on the couch next to Dani, content that even if Peter Quint had been spotted on the grounds, everyone she loved was in one room, and her shotgun was within reach. The spiked hot chocolate had even loosened her enough to let herself watch Dani out of the corner of her eye, as Dani studied the polaroid of Peter and Rebecca.

"Oh," Hannah's voice, quiet, from across the room, where she had fallen asleep against Owen's shoulder. "God, I'm so sorry, I-truth be told, I haven't slept well for days."

"Oh Mrs. Grose," Owen replied softly. "It is too late now." He gestured to his shoulder. "Go on, tuck in and relax for a bit."

Jamie smiled into her drink as Hannah let her head fall back to Owen's shoulder. Her eyes slid over to Dani, and she felt a familiar hitch in her chest at the sight. This little crush, which she'd been nursing on the au pair ever since Dani had told her she was right to be angry about her roses, was starting to get annoying.

"Rather that was you curled up there?" she murmured, leaning forward and dragging Dani's attention away from the photograph. At Dani's confused expression, she motioned towards Owen and Hannah.

"Every girl in the village is mad for him," she said, rolling her eyes. "And he doesn't even know it, which makes it even worse."

Dani laughed softly, but immediately turned back to the photograph.

"They look like Bonnie and Clyde," she said.

Jamie held back a scoff. "Yeah, if Clyde fucked Bonnie over." She scowled at the photo in Dani's hand. "He got away, she paid the price."

"So, what," Dani turned to her. "He's stalking a dead woman? Risking prison for someone he didn't even bother to bring along? That doesn't make sense."

Jamie sighed, avoiding Dani's eyes and staring at the polaroid. "The wrong kind of love," she said simply. "Can fuck you up. Follow you. Make you do some really stupid shit."

Across the years, she caught a glimpse of brown eyes, a grinning mouth with her name on the lips, and the flashing blue of police lights.

"And those two," she glanced from Dani to the photograph. "Believe me, that was the wrong kind of love."

"We've all been in the wrong kind of love for one reason or another," Dani said.

"Mm, but I saw how he twisted himself into her." Jamie's mouth hardened at the memories, and she missed the way Dani turned slowly towards her, memories of her own flashing briefly across her face. "Burrowed in deep." Dani had turned away by the time Jamie glanced at her, and she averted her own gaze from the au pair's face. "I dunno why so many people mix up love and possession. But guess what that means? He didn't just trap her. He trapped himself." She glared at the Peter Quint in the photo. "And I hope she haunts that fucker forever."

There was a moment of silence, in which Dani gazed at Jamie, and Jamie gazed at the photograph, hating the memory of Peter Quint, mourning the memory of Rebecca Jessel, trying to banish the memory of a body floating in the lake she saw every day.

"People do, don't they?" Dani said softly. "Mix up love and possession?"

Startled, Jamie met her eyes, the air instantly becoming heavier around her. She swallowed, and nodded.

"Yeah, they do," she said.

"I don't think that should be possible." Dani's voice was a whisper, but her words seemed so loud to Jamie, striking her between the ribs and making it hard to breathe. "I mean, they're opposites, really. Love and ownership."

She seemed so earnest, eyes wide and mouth set. For the first time, Jamie let herself look; didn't avert her eyes or turn away, find a reason to look anywhere but directly at Dani Clayton's face. She had feared it might be like looking into the sun too long, and that she would eventually be blinded. But instead-

Instead, she found Dani looking back.

"Yeah," she said, the word so quiet it was only for herself and Dani to hear.

The room narrowed to the couch, to just Dani and Jamie. Dani nodded slightly, something like relief flickering across her face.

"She comes here often, you know."

Jamie's head whipped around, hands gripping her mug hard when she saw Viola standing next to her, pale skin shining a sickly yellow in the light of the table lamp. Viola walked around the back of the couch, her hand trailing over the wooden frame, both Jamie and Dani's eyes following her.

"I'm not sure what it is, about this memory," Viola continued, coming to a stop at the end of the couch, looking down at Dani curiously, who stared back, brow furrowed. "It's not where she fell in love with you. Not even where her affection for you began. She already felt something for you here."

And Jamie knew that. Dani had told her, years from this moment, that her feelings had started earlier than this, when Jamie had consoled her during her panic attack. That she had felt that same familiarity Jamie had when they'd first laid eyes on each other.

But this moment, this conversation on the couch - something had happened here; something they had never spoken about, because they had never needed to. An understanding. More than that, really. Recognition. A deepening of the connection they had both felt in that first moment in the kitchen.

Ah, there you are.

"Viola," Dani started, voice strangely gentle, like she was speaking to a student, but Viola shook her head.

"I have listened to you have this conversation many times now," she said, frustration colouring her voice, as she sat in one of the chairs near Dani. "And I have yet to understand."

Dani and Jamie glanced at each other. Jamie straightened up, placing her mug on the table beside her, and cleared her throat.

"It's about," she paused, looking to Dani for support. "Rebecca and Peter - do you remember Peter?"

Viola shook her head. Jamie frowned.

"You killed him," she said drily.

Viola blinked, and for a moment, she almost looked ashamed. Then it was gone.

"I don't remember," she said quietly. "I don't remember much from this time."

"Right," Jamie said, unconvinced.

Dani reached for Jamie, sliding their fingers together and squeezing.

"It's not about Rebecca and Peter," Dani said softly, eyes on Jamie. "Not really."

"No, I suppose not," Jamie replied, ducking her head and looking at their joined hands.

"My ex - my - Eddie," Dani's breath hitched, and Jamie's thumb started rubbing circles on the back of her hand. "You've seen Eddie. In my memories."

Viola nodded. "You were too good for him," she said primly.

Dani smiled weakly, shaking her head. "No, that's not," she took a breath. "He loved me. But not - he loved the person he thought I was. And more than anything, he wanted me to stay that person." She closed her eyes. "It's like, those cases of butterflies you see in museums. He caught me, and he wanted to keep me, and to never let me change." She opened her eyes again, looking at Viola with a grim expression. "Do you understand that?"

Viola was quiet, brow furrowed. "You didn't love him back," she said finally.

"Not like that, anyway," Dani said, nodding. "Not the way he wanted me to love him."

Viola stared her, unblinking. "But you love her," she said, and her gaze shifted to Jamie. "You love her with everything you are. I felt it. Every day in your mind. I felt your love for her."

Dani smiled, and looked at Jamie. She raised their joined hands to her mouth, and kissed her knuckles.

"Yes," she breathed. "Of course I do. How could I not?"

Jamie smiled at her, though something was niggling at the back of her head.

Blue eyes, she thought distantly.

"I love my husband," Viola said. "And I love my daughter. And I would give anything for them to be with me. Anything. And yet." She stared at Jamie this time. "And yet, you wouldn't take her down, to join you. Even though she asked for it. Begged for it. Even though letting her go meant you would be without her."

"Jamie has a whole life to live still," Dani said evenly, hand squeezing Jamie's almost too hard. "I wouldn't - I couldn't - even if she wanted it -"

"I did," Jamie said quietly, drawing both Dani and Viola's attention to herself. "I would have happily drowned to be with you, you know that."

"I do," Dani said, a little helplessly. "And that's why I couldn't let you."

"I know," Jamie said, one side of her mouth quirking up in a sad half-smile.

"If I had the same chance," Viola said, voice brittle. "I would bring my family to be with me."

"Is that really what you'd want?" Jamie asked, leaning forward. "For your husband? For your daughter? To lay at the bottom of the lake forever? To slowly forget who she is?"

"Daughters should be with their mothers," Viola said firmly.

"Sometimes that's not how it works," Dani said, voice quiet.

"It should be," Viola insisted, eyes flashing dangerously. "It's one thing to let your wife go, but if you had a child you would understand. It's a mother's job to protect her child, to be there for her, to love her, and hold her close, and-"

"Mum?"

Viola fell silent, looking over Dani and Jamie's shoulders with a frown.

"Who-?" She asked, and then her eyes flicked to Jamie.

"Mum?"

The voice was familiar, and Jamie felt herself standing up before she could really think about it, something insistent pulling her towards the sound. Dani's hand slid out of her grasp as she made her way towards the hallway.

"Jamie," Dani said from behind her. "Jamie, what-?"

Jamie kept going, heart thudding in her chest, through the door, down the hall, and finally, stepped somewhere that wasn't Bly Manor, opened her mouth, and said,

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iflostreturntosteverogers · 5 years ago

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The Return

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, this one isn’t too bad, a sweet moment between reader and Sam

A/N: As always thank you to my lovely beta @fictionalabyss, this is the third chapter to A Hard Knock Life commissioned by @awesomesusiebstuff.

Series Masterlist.

Sam POV

“Are you ready?” Cas asks me from the passenger seat. I nod my head and take a deep breath. We exit the car, shutting the doors as quietly as possible, not wanting to tip-off Dean. Cas slips around the back of the motel, looking for a window entry. I sneak around to the trunk, gathering the things I need as quiet as I can, not bothering to shut it.

I stand outside Dean’s room, listening. Screams of pleasure and pain come from the room, at least he’s distracted, though this just got a bit more dangerous. I turn to the bucket behind me, retrieving one of the fragile water balloons. Hopefully, this works. I take a deep breath and count to three before kicking the motel door in. Dean drops the woman he had pinned against the wall, I throw the water balloon at him. It hits him square in the chest and breaks, covering him in holy water. He roars in pain. Cas comes from behind, wrapping his arms around Dean’s chest. Dean’s eye flick black as Cas uses his grace to subdue him.

“Are you okay?” I kneel down in front of the woman. She nods and allows me to help her up as Cas sits an unconscious Dean in a chair.

“Um, I’m just gonna grab my clothes and go,” she picks her dress up off the floor and pulls it over her head, not bothering with a bra or underwear. “I didn’t have any, to begin with,” she says before I can point it out. Doing up the straps on her sandals, she saunters out of the room.

I run my hand through my hair, sitting on the edge of the motel bed. “Cas, what are we doing? Even after all that blood, he said he doesn’t want to be human.” Second thoughts run through my head, but is there really any other choice?

“Only humans can feel true joy but also immense pain. I can see his point.” Cas hands me the last injection. “It might be easier, but this isn’t Dean.” I nod my head, stand, and make my way across the small room to where Dean is tied to a chair.

“This is it,” I say, more to myself than anyone, as I insert the needle into the skin around the Mark and push the plunger down. Watching the blood drain from the vial, I hold my breath and hope. Nothing happens for a few seconds then Dean’s eyes start to open. I remove the injection, tossing it on the bed. Dean shakes his head, looking up at me and Cas. The black clears from his eyes, and he takes a deep breath.

“You look worried, fellas.” I take a flask from my back pocket, unscrewing the lid, and splash some on Dean’s face. Nothing happens, making me smile.

“Welcome back, Dean.”

“I’m starving, man,” Dean says as we slide into a booth at the local diner.

“That’s a good thing,” I say, chuckling. “Means your back to normal.” Dean gives me a bitchface but laughs, nodding his head. The waitress makes her way over to us, smiling.

“What can I get you, boys?” She asks, pulling out a notepad.

“Black coffee,” Cas answers without looking at her.

“Black coffee and a double cheeseburger, please,” I say.

“I’ll have a double cheeseburger, fries, a chocolate shake, and a big piece of pie.” She looks over at Dean a little surprised.

“Cherry or blueberry?”

“Cherry, please, darlin’,” He says smiling. She walks away leaving the three of us alone again. We sit in silence for a while, the waitress brings our coffees and Dean’s shake, letting us know our food will be out in a little bit.

“You look terrible.” Cas looks Dean up and down.

“Would it kill you to lie?”

“No,” Cas says seriously. Dean just chuckles and shakes his head.

Our food comes and we eat in silence, Dean savoring each bite of his food. “God, I’ve missed burgers,” he says wiping his mouth and tossing his napkin down. “And pie.”

“Here ya go, sugar,” The waitress sits a box in front of me, and hands us our check. I pull out cash and pay for it all.

“Thanks, you can keep the change,” I tell her, smiling. Dean peaks in the box, his eyes lighting up at the piece of pie he finds. “Hands off. If you eat Y/N’s pie she’ll murder us both.” I laugh as Dean pulls his hand back. “If you thought she was territorial over her food before, she’s even worse now.”

“How is she?” Dean asks quietly, looking down at the table.

“She’s good. Baby girl likes to keep her Mama up at night but they’re both good. She misses you.” He looks surprised.

“She does?”

“Dean, she’s not mad at you. She wants you to come home, to be Uncle Dean. She misses her best friend.”

“I hurt her, Sam.”

I shake my head. “She doesn’t care. She knows that wasn’t really you. She also knew you would be beating yourself up about it.”

“I can’t, Sam. I can’t face her, knowing I hurt her, knowing I put the baby at risk. I just can’t forgive myself.”

Y/N POV

“Y/N, I’m home!” Sam shouts from the entry of the bunker. I start trying to get up out of the chair, but my belly makes it difficult.

“I’m in the library, Sam,” I shout back, giving up on trying to get up on my own. He comes in a smile on his tired face and a box in his hand. “Please, please tell me that’s food.” He nods, squatting in front of me and handing me the box.

“Cherry pie,” he says kissing my forehead. “Want me to grab you a fork so you can eat here?”

“No, I want you to help me up so I can go pee and then eat pie. Have you eaten? I can make you some food.” He stands, helping me to my feet, and shakes his head.

“No, love. I ate at the diner, I would’ve brought you a burger but you’ve not been able to eat much lately.”

“No worries, I made some soup and grilled cheese for dinner. Will you heat that pie up for me and I’ll meet you in the kitchen?” I stretch and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Sure thing, babe,” he says before walking away.

I walk into the kitchen, drying my hands on my shirt. “Hey, Sam. I hate to bother you as soon as you get back but I need help with the laundry.”

“I’ll help you, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice startles me. He’s sitting on the counter, a piece of pie next to him. “This is yours,” He says, picking the plate up and holding it to me.

“Don’t just sit there, come hug me!” I say stomping my foot impatiently. He quickly puts the plate down and hops off the counter, closing the short distance between us and wrapping his arms around me. I start crying, my tears soaking his henley. He squeezes me tight, his hand cradling the back of my head. “I’ve missed you so much, Dean!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m home now.” We stay like that for a bit before he pulls away from me, reaching around behind him to grab a paper towel.

“Blow,” he instructs, holding it up to my nose. I do as he says, reaching up to wipe my eyes and taking deep breaths to calm down. “There we go, that’s better,” he says brushing hair out of my face. “C’mon let’s sit down.” He nods his head toward the table. I sit down in one of the chairs as he grabs the pie and sits across from me, pushing the plate in front of me. “Eat.” I take a bite, groaning at the sweet taste. Dean laughs, “Good, isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” I grin. “I’m glad you came home, D.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Even if I almost didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” I sit the fork down, eyeing him.

“Keep eating and I’ll explain.” He waits until I pick the fork up and take another bite before he starts talking. “I was aware of what was happening, I remember what I did. I didn’t want to come home and face you, to face that I hurt you and that I could’ve hurt my unborn niece. I didn’t make it a mile in the car with Cas before I made him pull over and called Sam. I knew you’d be disappointed and hurt if I didn’t come home, and I couldn’t stand the thought of your big puppy eyes and pouty lip. So I figured you’d either hit me and make me leave, which I could understand, or you’d do as Sam said and be happy to see me. I’m glad you didn’t hit me, you’ve got a hell of a right hook,” He winks at me, laughing.

“Dean, I was never angry. I knew you weren’t you and that you would never intentionally hurt me. I’m so happy to have my best friend back and that you get to be fun Uncle Dean. Honestly, if you hadn’t come home I would’ve used that right hook.” I giggle, reaching out for his hand.

“Alright, no more chick flick moments. Go see your man, he’s waiting for you.” We stand and he hugs me before turning me around and nudging me toward my bedroom. “I’ll clean the kitchen up and start some laundry for you.”

“Thanks, Dean,” I say as I walk out of the room to go find Sam.

Sam undresses me, leaving me in only panties. “I missed you, baby,” he says kissing my forehead, my head cradled between his hands.

“I missed you too,” I whisper. He releases me, stripping his own clothes off. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull my hair up into a bun and reach for the lotion on the nightstand, but Sam stops me.

“Let me,” he says kneeling in front of me. He puts some in his hand and begins massaging the lotion onto my belly.

“Mmm, that feels amazing,” I almost moan. His hands are gentle, despite being rough from years of hunting. When he’s finished he leans forward and plants a kiss on my stomach. He’s rewarded with a kick.

“I felt that one!” He grins from ear to ear, leaning in for another kiss. “I love you, baby girl.” She wiggles and kicks again.

“She’s happy you’re home too,” I tell him, running my fingers through his hair. “I thought of a name finally.”

“Oh? What did you pick?” He asks, standing and walking around to his side of the bed.

“Hadley Marie Winchester,” I say as I turn the lamp off and snuggle into the covers. He pulls me into his arms, holding tight.

“I love it and I love you.”

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my-proof-is-you · 5 years ago

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The Cost of Protection - Ch. 17

Summary: Pain, bruises, and cover-up. You had come to accept that this was now your life. He was cruel, but you had to stay with him. It was the only choice. That is, until you meet the green-eyed stranger that refuses to let it go… You have protected others for a long time. Can you learn to be the one to be protected? Can you trust two strangers that say they won’t let anything bad happen?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con; abuse

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Dean

Dean was surprised at how well he had liked your family. Everyone was so easy to get along with. I may actually have Jeff to thank for that, he thought. Wasn’t too hard to seem like a better person than him.

Dean had enjoyed getting to see this type of family and even be a part of it for a while—talking cars with Jake, telling your dad about hunting, playing with the most adorable girls on the planet…it was nice.

Dean looked over at you in the passenger seat of the Impala. It was dark now, the two of you having stayed at Sarah’s till past the girls’ bedtimes. They were sad when they heard that you were leaving, but you had promised to come visit again soon.

When Dean looked at you, he noticed in the streetlights that you had been staring at him. “What?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you said, smiling. “Just…thank you. Thank you for coming with me today. I really don’t think I could have done it alone. And it was great seeing you get along with my family.”

"It was? Why?" Dean asked.

“It just…was.” Dean could have sworn he saw your cheeks redden in the dim streetlights.

He smiled, and reached his hand across the seat, palm up. You took it, which made his heart beat a little faster. He rubbed small circles on the top of your hand, enjoying the softness there. Soon, he felt your hand go limp and he turned to see you asleep with your head against the window. He smiled to himself.

God, she looks so perfect when she sleeps. I love her.

Dean's eyes widened at the words he said in his head. Love? I love her?

The more he thought about it, the more he knew it was true. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait to make you his.

As long as she needs, he thought to himself, and he knew he would wait forever if you asked him to.

You

You woke when Dean parked the car in the garage. You felt that you were still holding his hand and smiled before opening your eyes. You looked at Dean, who was watching you.

“Well good morning there, sleepyhead,” he said with a wink.

“Ha. Not exactly morning, but I’ll accept it.”

Dean smiled, and you watched him as he turned off the Impala and took the keys from the ignition. He had stubble lining his jaw again—your favorite. He had taken off his flannel shirt at your sister’s house after getting it dirty playing with the girls on the ground, leaving him in just a black v-neck. His muscles rippled out from the sleeves all the way down to his strong, calloused hands. His hair was perfectly tousled—though you knew he never actually did much to make it look like that.

Before you could really think about what you were doing, you climbed in Dean’s lap, straddling him. He looked up at you, surprised for a moment. Then lust filled his beautiful green eyes, turning them dark. You reached your hands up slowly to each side of his face, holding them there for just a moment. Dean hesitantly put his hands on your hips, his grip light.

Then you were kissing. Though, the word kissing doesn’t really do it justice. It was frantic—passionate. You moved your hands from his face, sliding them down his chest. His grip on your hips tightened, his hands squeezing and sliding around.

You slid your tongue around his bottom lip and he opened for you. Your tongues danced together wildly, and soon you were panting. You broke apart to catch your breath. Dean smiled, little lines appearing around his eyes.

“Should we take this inside?” You asked, still out of breath. Dean smiled again before opening the door to the Impala and carrying you inside. You giggled at his eagerness.

As Dean carried you down the hall, you passed the kitchen where you saw a flash of Sam standing there.

“About damn time,” he yelled after the two of you, chuckling.

“Shut up!” Dean yelled back, making you giggle again.

Dean took you to his room and kicked the door shut behind you. He bounced you down on the bed, climbing on it and coming up between your legs. Then his lips were on yours again, the same passion as before.

He moved his lips down your neck, lightly sucking and kissing as he went. He got to the swell of your breasts and you arched your back, wanting more. Dean slid his hand up your shirt and lightly cupped your breast over your bra, rubbing his thumb over your nipple. You reached down and pulled your shirt over your head before pulling his lips back to yours and wrapping your legs around him, enjoying the friction of his jeans against your center.

Dean reached behind you and unclasped your bra. He slid it down your arms, and you felt goosebumps raise on your skin from the chill of the air hitting your bare breasts.

“Shirt off,” you said hastily. Dean chucked and reached behind to pull off his shirt. He returned to you, putting his mouth on your nipple and sucking hard. You arched your back again, threading your hands in his hair.

“Dean,” you said, panting.

“I know, darlin’,” he said, running his hands down your abdomen. He dug his fingernails in just slightly, which drove you crazy. He backed himself down the bed until his face was in line with your center.

Dean reached for the button of your jeans, asking permission with his eyes. You nodded, biting your lip. He pulled your pants off in one quick motion.

Dean leaned back, taking your body in with lust in his eyes. “You, sweetheart, are perfection.”

You smiled, reaching up for him. You quickly pulled him down on the bed so you were on top of him.

“My turn,” you said, reaching for the button of his jeans. You pulled them off and saw his large cock straining against his boxers. You pulled his boxers down, taking him in your hand and slowly rubbing up and down.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he said, his eyes closing.

You sat back and pulled off your panties. “You clean?” You asked.

“Last I checked,” he said, watching your every move.

“Good. Cuz I am too, and I’m on the pill,” you said. With that, you quickly sank down on his length, shocking him with the movement.

“Y/N…oh God,” he said. You took a moment to adjust to his size before moving up and down. You placed your hands on his chest for balance, and he grasped your thighs with his large hands.

“Dean,” you panted, already feeling the pressure building. Dean flipped you over and began pounding into you, both of you needing release. He placed two fingers on your clit, rubbing and bringing you even closer to the edge. A string of obscenities fell from your lips and his as you came and your walls tightened around him. He came shortly after, his warmth filling you.

You both laid back on the bed, Dean opening his arm for you to snuggle in. You were both still panting, a sheen of sweat covering your bodies. You closed your eyes and reveled in the afterglow of your orgasm—the best one you’d ever had, you were pretty sure.

“That…was incredible,” Dean said, stroking your hair.

“Mmm,” you hummed, still unable to form words.

“You were something else,” he said, turning his head toward you. “Confident, sexy…and that body…”

You chuckled. “You aren’t so bad yourself, big boy,” you said in your most sultry voice. You both laughed. “Honestly, though, it’s never been like that before. Definitely not with Jeff, and not with anyone before him,” you said, your fingers drawing slow circles on his chest.

“I know what you mean. We better do it again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke,” Dean said, rolling over on top of you again, both of you giggling.

It wasn’t a fluke.

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hannahindie · 6 years ago

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We’re No Heroes : Chapter 5

Characters: Dean, Sam, sister!reader, Tony, Thor, Bucky, Steve, Falcon, Clint, Bruce, I think Nat is just chillin’ somewhere. Surprise characters. Word Count: 1,472 Warnings: Language, brief alcohol use, Tony Stark nicknames, bad news bears, extreme Winchester sass. A/N: Here is the fifth chapter of We’re No Heroes! We’re starting to get into it now! I am absolutely loving where this is going, and I hope you are, too!

Beta’d by the ever lovely @amanda-teaches, thank you darlin’! The beautiful aesthetic is a fantastic gift from @atc74, who is just far too kind to me. Thank you, sweets!

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“You mean to tell me that someone has opened a...a hell hole?” Clint asks, his eyes glued to the map.

“A Devil’s Gate, yea,” Sam answers as he casts a sideways look to Dean.

“What are we talkin’ here? Are we in beautiful Sunnydale, fighting off the ancient evils pouring out of a Hellmouth or what?” Tony spouts off, and Steve leans in towards Y/N.

“What does that...I don't get that reference…”

Y/N turns to him, eyebrow raised, “It's from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Have you never seen it?” Steve shakes his head and Y/N smiles. “It's good. Honestly not too far off from the truth. You should watch it...that is, if this doesn't ruin your taste for stuff like that.” She turns back to her brothers, and Steve shifts back next to Bucky.

“I know for a fact Nat put that on your list, and you've watched every episode. That...well, that was sad. Very sad, Rogers.” Bucky mutters under his breath and though Steve remains quiet, Bucky chuckles at the crimson slowly creeping up his best friend’s neck.

Dean frowns in Bucky’s direction, but continues where Sam left off. “Devil’s Gates are a way for demons to exit Hell and come topside. Sammy used one once to get someone out of Hell, so, if you can get a reaper to break the rules for you, they’ll sneak in mortals, too. Not that that is something you’d ever want to do.”

“Reapers?” Nat pipes up from her seat near Clint.

“I’m sorry, is no one going to call out that he just said his brother went into hell and retrieved someone?” Falcon, who has been silent up until now, looks around, disbelief written on his face.

“Let’s get past this bullshit, then we’ll talk about reapers and hell and everything else in more detail, huh? As long as you’ve got enough alcohol. ‘Cause you’re all gonna need it.” Dean looks back at Sam. “Any idea who opened it?”

Sam shakes his head, “I can guess, but you’re not going to like it.”

“When do I ever like it?”

Sam sits on the edge of Tony’s desk, earning a bitch face that rivals his own. He carefully stands back up, giving Tony a sheepish smile, then looks back to Dean. “Our favorite neighborhood King of Hell.”

“There’s a king of Hell?” Bruce interjects, “Are we being serious right now? Next thing you’ll tell us is that Lucifer is real.”

Sam and Dean exchange a look and Y/N stifles a laugh.

“Listen, Banner, I know this is all new to you guys. I get that demons and kings of Hell, and the Morningstar himself is unknown territory, but it’s our territory. I promise that we’ll explain it to you guys, but, for right now, I need you to be a little more open minded, considering you regularly turn into a giant ass green monster.”

“That’s...that’s fair enough.” Bruce sits back down and Y/N walks over to join her brothers.

“His name is Crowley. He’s constantly looking for more power, more souls. Even he doesn’t have enough power alone to create this massive of a Devil’s Gate.” She turns to look at the map and shakes her head, “Someone else is helping him.”

“What benefit would there be to helping Crowley? Other than having a demon army capable of wiping out the population? It’s not like Crowley gets the souls if the humans are still alive. They’re just trapped.” Dean crosses his arms and also stares at the map. “What could anyone get out of that?”

“Unless whoever is helping him intends to double cross him. Promise him one thing, give him nothing. We know a few people like that.” Bucky’s voice is quiet, but resonates with everyone.

Y/N turns slowly to face him, “Like who, exactly?”

Tony clears his throat, and takes a shaky breath, “I’m afraid Capsicle 2.0 is right. There are several that would do that...but, unfortunately, only one powerful enough to help your royal majesty. He’s a colossal asshole, too, so the whole ‘double cross’ thing wouldn’t be out of the question.” Tony surveys the group, looks at their wide eyes and expectant looks and takes a deep breath. “I’m afraid that after all this time, Loki’s business partner has decided to change tactics now that the Chitauri can’t help him.”

Thor narrows his eyes, “It is impossible.”

“I’m sorry, Fabio, but I don’t think it is.” Tony looks back to Sam, Dean, and Y/N. “Ever heard of Thanos?”

“Thanos? The Titan?” Sam’s eyes are wide as he stares at Tony, “I thought he’d been killed during the Battle of New York?”

“No, he was not there. He sent my brother, Loki, to try to attempt world domination.” Y/N looks at Thor with raised eyebrows and he shrugs, “He is adopted.”

“So this Titan...is just doing this for shits and giggles, is that it?” Dean asks.

Tony shakes his head, “Thanos doesn’t do anything just for shits and giggles. It’s a useful side effect, sure, but he’s calculating, cold. Everything he does is a means to an end. Whatever he’s doing with this Crowley, he won’t keep his promise. He’ll use him, and then destroy him.”

Dean laughs, “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it, Sammy?” He quickly sobers when Sam glares at him. “Anyway, why would Thanos want to team up with Crowley? And how do they even know each other? An alien and a demon?” He hangs his head, “Why is this our life?”

“Crowley will do anything to get what he wants. If Thanos has promised him souls, regardless of how they’ve discovered the other, he’s going to do it. He’s calculating, too, but power distracts him.”

Dean rolls his eyes at Sam, “Shiny things distract him. It’s not that hard. Wave a brand new, designer suit in his direction, and he has to change his underwear. The question is, what are we going to do? Dealing with Crowley is one thing, but Thanos?”

“I say we go find this Crowley and beat the information out of him. That tends to work on my enemies.” Thor stands up straighter, his chest puffed out.

Y/N laughs, “That’s not going to work, Thor. Crowley doesn’t fall for that kind of thing, you’d never be able to get your hands on him. Me, on the other hand, he has a soft spot for. Anything to irritate my brothers. I can get the information from him.”

“Absolutely not!” Dean steps down from the platform and heads over to the small bar that Tony has set up in his workspace. “You are not going to use your...your feminine wiles to get what you want from a demon king. You know what he is! He doesn’t have a soft spot for anyone.”

“Oh, come on, Dean. I can do it. He’s always liked me, even more than he likes you. I can do this! Get in, get out, nothing to it. I just need to cast the spell, see where he is.”

“I said no, Y/N.You aren’t going to talk to him.” Before Tony can stop him, Dean pours a shot glass, tips it back, and pours another one. “As a matter of fact, you aren’t staying here. You’re going to go home until we get this taken care of.”

“Go home?! I am not going to go home! The end of the world is practically nigh, and you just want me to leave?”

“I want you to be safe. I want you to be alive. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this kind of fight, not everyone makes it. I refuse to watch you die because you’re too damn hard headed to go somewhere safe.”

“I am a grown ass woman, Dean. I found you, by myself, and it wasn’t exactly an easy road getting there. I have seen you become a monster to stop evil, I’ve seen Sam practically destroy himself in order to save the world, and you just think you’re going to bench me? It’s bullshit, Dean.”

“Y/N, go back to the bunker. That’s an order.” Sam opens his mouth to speak, but snaps it shut when Y/N glares at him.

She shifts her gaze to Dean and speaks, her voice low, “Okay, John. But I’ll tell you right now, if I leave, I’m not going to the bunker. I’m going to my actual home, not some trash heap you call the bat cave, legacy.” She storms off towards the elevator and the room falls silent as they all stare at her retreating back.

“Dean-” Sam starts, but Dean throws a hand up and holds a whiskey bottle up in the other.

“Who’s ready for a story?”

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