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trektraveler · 2 years ago

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My Hero

Summary: Doctor Sam WInchester had fallen hard for the woman living just down the hall. She was easily the most adorable and the most accident-prone creature he had ever met! Yet for all the times he came to her rescue, he was too shy to make a move. Maybe he could work up his courage, if he got just one more chance...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff

One Shot

Word Count: 3700

Author’s Notes: I swear, every time I get sick all I want is a Winchester to come and take care of me. Is that really so much to ask?? I think not! This is my very first Sam x Reader fic! I have a few more ideas rattling around for the youngest Winchester brother, but this is decent practice. For now. Enjoy!

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Coming, coming!” Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door. He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.

The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform. Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them.

“Hey, its Garth, right?”

“Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

Sam’s instantly shifted into his professional mode. He was currently an attending at Lawrence General Hospital, having just moved back a year ago from L.A. It had been an adjustment, but a welcome one. Big city life didn’t suit Sam at all.

“I am. What’s going on?’

“I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer. I think something’s wrong.”

Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”

302. He knew the woman who lived there. More or less. They kept running into each other. He first discovered her fighting with the soap dispenser in the laundry room. Then again when she locked herself out of the building during a thunderstorm. And then last week when the elevator got stuck between floors. He always seemed to be wandering by when she needed a rescue. She was funny, smart, accident prone, and completely adorable.

Sam had been working up the courage to ask her out, but something always seemed to crop up. An extra shift at the hospital or a birthday party for a colleague. He knew it was an excuse. For all of his professional success, Sam was, and always had been, extremely shy.

“Y/N?” He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked.

“Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth. In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb.

“Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”

You were laying in the foyer. Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo. A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers.

Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”

Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up. Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”

His worry only grew when he carried you to the couch and you still didn’t come to. He held your limp body up with one hand while he worked your hoodie off with the other, leaving you in a tank top and yoga pants. He’d strip that off you too, if he had to. Every inch of bare skin he touched felt like it was on fire!

“Why isn’t she waking up?” Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.

“Dehydration. With a fever this high, it can happen quick.” Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck. Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.

You groaned, even that soft sound reverberated through your pounding head. Everything hurt and all you wanted was to slip back into the blankness of sleep. But it was so noisy! Someone kept talking, like the parents in a Snoopy cartoon. Unintelligible, insistent, and so annoying!

Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N. Come on, darlin. Open your eyes for me.”

With a bit of coaxing, you did as he asked. Everything around you swirled and slowly came into focus. Your head felt heavy and fell to the side, Sam was there and smiled down at you. As a reflex, you smiled back before your fevered brain could catch up and tell you who you were looking at.

“Hey… it’s my hero.”

Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

“You’re here. That’s so nice… why are you here?”

“You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow. “Do you remember what happened?”

You tried to search your memory, but everything was so fuzzy! “Um, I came home from work… I was sick. Felt really bad. Everything hurt. Achy and cold. Headache. Then I ordered soup from the place down on Main Street. I dunno…I feel a little out of it.”

There was a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your bicep that was inflating. Where did that come from? Sam was doing that doctor thing where they listen to you talk while taking vitals at the same time.

How did doctors do that? Did they teach that in med school? It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.

Cool fingers felt under your jaw, pressing against swollen lymph nodes. He always had such a gentleness about him. Such grace. Surprising for a man of his size, but he seemed to take such care with you. Like you were the most rare, delicate creature in the world.

Last week when you found yourself stuck in the elevator, it was Sam who answered your call. He muscled open the doors single handed and lifted you up though the opening without breaking a sweat. You were more than a little awe struck by his display of strength and chivalry. If you’d had half a brain, you’d have invited him for coffee as a thank you. As it was, you were preoccupied with being late to work. A sadly missed opportunity with your handsome neighbor.

“You came home from work, was that last night?”

“Um, yeah. Yes. As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”

“What?”

“Today’s Wednesday.”

That information had you on the move. You sat straight up and instantly went white. The room titled and if it weren’t for Sam’s hands steadying your shoulders, you probably would have slid right off the couch.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.

“I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”

“The only place you are going is to the E.R.”

“No, I can’t go to the hospital.”

“Y/N, listen to me. You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted. Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.”

Sam tried to be stern, but he just didn’t have it in him. You looked so pitiful with your hair sticking to the sweat slick skin and the dark smudges under your eyes. You were desperately sick and he wasn’t going to simply leave you without treatment.

“I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”

You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat. “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured. My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”

Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”

“It’s not that simple. She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system. And bring that fever under control.”

He felt your head loll against him. He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again.

“Y/N? Wake up, Y/N!”

This time no amount of effort would bring you around.

“Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet. He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down. “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”

Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”

“Great. My brother is on call there tonight, go in and ask for Dean. Tell him it’s for me, he’ll help you.” Sam tore off the list and thrust it into Garth’s hand, “Get everything and hurry!”

Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me? That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”

“Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie. It’s our go word, means drop everything.”

“A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.

You woke feeling warm. Bundled up in something soft and secure. Your eyes stayed closed as you enjoyed the luxurious feeling. Most mornings you woke up stiff with your muscles complaining about the ancient futon you had yet to replace. It was left over from college and the wood slats dug into your hips, but moving to a new town was expensive! Anything like a proper mattress would have to wait until you had a few more paychecks under your belt.

You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched. You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net.

“What the hell…?” You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness. You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.

Your eyes popped open. An I.V.?

You weren’t in your bed. You weren’t in your room! Where the hell were you?

The dimensions matched your bedroom, but it wasn’t bare bones like yours. This one was painted a lovely smoke grey. Bookshelves lined one wall and a mahogany dresser matched it on the other. The bed was the biggest you’d ever seen. The headboard was massive and intricately carved. The mattress was firm but yielding.

The bedside table housed bottles of medication, a stethoscope, a digital thermometer, and a glass of water. You remembered being sick. Sicker than you’d ever felt. You remembered your boss sending you home then… nothing. Just a blur.

You sat up slowly. When the room didn’t spin, you decided to press your luck. You pulled back the covers enough to dangle your feet over the edge. Your toes found plush carpet. You felt weak, but not dizzy. And you were cold without the blankets. Looking down you found bare legs. You were wearing only your tank top and Wonder Woman underwear.

Fuck. Where the hell are my clothes?!

With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door.

“Yeah, Dean I know. If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”

“No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”

“Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone.

“It’s wax on, wax off. Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”

“Sam?”

Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him. You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance. You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.

“I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call. “Y/N, hey. How you feeling?”

“Confused. How did I get here and where are my clothes?”

“Oh!” Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair. He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.

“Sorry about that, your fever was sky high. Needed to bring it down in a hurry. Here, sit.”

You sank down onto a couch that was just as comfortable as the bed you’d woken up in. Sam disappeared into the kitchen then returned with a glass of ginger ale and some crackers. He was rattling off something about Chinese takeout and your pants being in the laundry. All the while he was fussing over you. His long fingers found the pulse point on your wrist, and he produced a pen light from somewhere to check your pupils.

After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”

“Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.”

“Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”

Now you were really confused, “Construction?”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah. I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”

“What?!”

“You weren’t answering! I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes. “I was worried about you.”

You looked at him, really looked. He was beautiful, as he always was, but there was an edge of exhaustion to his features. His five o’clock shadow was darker than you’d ever seen it. The fine lines around his eyes and lips were etched deeper and his hazel eyes were slightly red. Even his enviable hair was disheveled.

“So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”

“I did.” He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”

A small smile played around your lips, “Nah. I might need your services again. I have a habit of getting into trouble. Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”

“You call, I’ll come running.”

Two Years Later:

“That was not our first date!”

“We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”

“I was unconscious!”

“Not the whole time,” Sam countered, threading his fingers through yours, “Sometimes you’d wake up. Of course, you were delirious. You did have some of the most creative fever dreams… what was that one about the Catholic church hiding the existence of extra-terrestrials by dressing them up like the clergy?”

“They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens. Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes. And still, not a date. I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”

“Dating experts?”

“Your brother.”

Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”

“I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”

“First dates. Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”

“Oh yeah? Got him beat, do you?”

“Hands down.”

Sam curled a finger under your chin and brought his lips down to meet yours. You hummed happily as an electric spark zinged all the way down to your toes. It was crazy that even after two years he still managed to excite you with just a touch, or a look. You never had to doubt his feelings for you, he wore them openly and proudly. He never missed the opportunity to hold your hand in the grocery store or to wrap his arm around your shoulders at the movies. A kiss to the temple, a hand at the small of your back. Every touch was filled with the warmth of the sun on a summer’s day. Every night was filled with the heat and passion of desire that could never be sated.

You leaned into Sam’s side as he guided the two of you down the winding path that cut through the willows. “So, tell me Doctor Winchester, why haven’t I been to your family’s estate before?”

“I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”

“I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses! Horses, Sam! I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”

“We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”

“Really?!”

“I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.

“Sam!” You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”

“Best birthday ever. And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”

The path curved and opened up to a decent sized pond. A dock jutted out onto the clear, still waters and ended in an elaborate gazebo. Painted a picturesque white and topped with a copper finial, hundreds of tiny fairy lights hung from the rafters glittering with magic and romance.

“Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks. “This is like something out of a book. God, it’s beautiful!”

“My parents built this place from the ground up. Mom had this vision in her head about a pond where she could come and watch ducks. Teach her kids to swim and fish. So, one summer, Dad started digging. I don’t think he even had a plan, all the neighbors thought he was crazy! But he was stubborn and determined. And he loved my mom more than anything.”

You walked out to the end of the platform and leaned out on the railing. Dragonflies danced along the surface of the water as the sun began to set and the crickets started to sing. “He did a great job. Did he build the gazebo too?”

“Anniversary present,” he confirmed, joining you by the railing. “This was my favorite spot when I was a kid. Dean loved the garage, hanging with Dad and tearing apart trucks with the radio blasting. I couldn’t stand the noise, so I’d come out here. Even in the winter.”

Suddenly, a swan flew down and landed in the middle of the water. Graceful and noble, it glided across the water sending the slightest of ripples out in its wake. As it turned, you could see a single black feather against the white of its tail.

“Oh! I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”

“He’s always had it, never could figure out why. He showed up when I was ten and just never left. I call him Solomon.”

“Is it just him? I thought swans always paired up?”

“Well, that’s the thing, they do have mates for life, but he showed up alone. And I know it sounds silly, but he was mopey. He didn’t take a lot of interest in anything; he didn’t interact with the ducks or even pay any attention to me when I tried to feed him. He was sad. Some animals grieve and I think he was grieving for his lost mate.”

“Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water.

“When I left for college, Solomon migrated and didn’t come back in the spring. I thought I’d seen the last of him, but then I got a call from Mom this past summer. He was back and he brought someone with him.”

As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon. Pure white and just as lovely. They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.

“You’re kidding! He found another mate? I didn’t know swans would do that!”

“Some do, special cases. And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”

“That’s amazing!” You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you. He was kneeling.

“Sam.”

He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time. I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted it to look, but the words never came. Everything I wrote seemed inadequate. Even the word love falls short. It’s not enough, it’s not big enough. Being with you is a revelation, Y/N. You call me your hero, but baby… it’s the other way around. You rescued me.”

Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box. A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you. To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission. To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”

You dropped down to your knees and tackled him. Your arms flung around his neck, nearly knocking him over in your enthusiasm. He caught you with a laugh and kept the two of you from tumbling off into the water. You kissed every square inch of the face you’d loved since he first rescued you. And you laughed. Joy bubbled up from your heart like effervescent Champagne.

“You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.

“Y/N… baby…”

“Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

His hands wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back slightly so he could look into your eyes. He traced the curve of your face, fondly tucking your hair behind your ear. You were always moving, always racing towards everything in life. It was something he loved about you, your exuberance. Your passion! You burned so bright, his light even on the darkest days.

“Will you marry me?”

Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago. You been so excited that he never got the chance.

“Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that? Perfect fit.”

“Guess that means you’re stuck with me now.” You shifted so that you were sitting in his lap, your hand cupped his jaw, “I should tell you up front that I tend to get into trouble, there’s a good chance that you’ll be required to rescue me from time to time.”

“Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”

“Second favorite?”

“Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”

Before long, Sam had swept you away in a haze with his deft fingers and clever tongue. The title of Hero that you bestowed on him became a running joke through the years and then a loving nickname. But that didn’t make it any less true. He’d always been a hero, and now he was yours. TAGLIST @deans-baby-momma @muchamusedaboutnothing @peterpangirl21 @ficbreaks @teresa-67 @sacriceria @verytoadpapersoul @heartbreak-of-a-marauder @savspersonalproperty @deanwanddamons @jenwinchester40 @perpetualabsurdity @starryeyeseunbyul @sexyvixen7 @katsbratsupernaturalwhore @agirlwithdemonblood @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @imthedoctorlove @roonyxx @smellingofpoetryy @deanwinchesterswitch @thinkinghardhardlythinking @pink-sparkly-witchly-witch @barewithme02 @deadlynightshadeindustries @jc-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @kinderousmaster @lyarr24 @aphorism-001 @onlinecemetery @allonsy-yesiwill @myeagletoadmaker @panicking-outside-the-disco @haylie-spnfam4evr @lauraashley93 @foxyjwls007 @bluedragonflylady @foxyjwls007

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aloneatpeace · 10 months ago

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In Another Universe

Chapter 24

The end of scarlet witch

When America closes the portal you shed a few tears, lifting yourself of the ground to the table you kneel on it. the building starts shake “what now” she asks as they stand Infront of you.

“I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold Again” you said

Sam node at you “well then you close it then we all leave”

“Sam” cas call him.

Sam shakes his head looking at you “that’s suicidal, she can’t scarify herself”.

You glance at America and node at her as she opens the portal, klaus and dean drag Sam to through the portal, before the portal can close, they see you breakdown the pillars that hold the temple up and huge rubbles starts to fall down.

Sam thrash around in klaus and deans hold he goes rigid as the large stone fall up on you. The whole temple collapses.

A red glow cover the whole place and Wong walk out the place to see everything in place as if the battle happened. Suddenly cas appears with bonnie along with them they gasp at them, seeing them klaus speed to the front to see all his family as well the mystic falls gang alive looking around puzzled, his knees buckle as red mist cover him as well feeling his vampiric part of him coming back.

“Were we dead?” Kol asks his brother

Klaus look up to them “oh brother you have no idea” he rushes to them, the mikaelsons brother embrace bonnie rush out the as well running to her friends embracing her friends.

Inside cas and earth 838 cas look at each other with a tilted head “your me from another universe and your human as well”

“Yes correct” other cas node before turning to America “could you sent me back my home?”

America nodes and open a portal other cas walk inside turning back to them “it was good to see you again. Sam and dean.” He nodes at them

Dean look at Sam who was blue, he slowly walks outside to the front of the temple he sighs in relief when he sees the others alive.

Sam, dean and cas watch them as they talk among them. Dean glance at Sam “it was her decision sam, you can’t beat yourself up for that”

Cas sigh at that “I’ll take it that she sacrificed herself”

“You were right, she was just like us” dean adds ‘don’t worry sam it’s going to okey”

“I’m fine. It’s just sad that even in the end she only had herself to comfort her” sam state. “But she made everything right at the end”

“Guys what happened to y/n” bonnie ask them

Sam shook his head “No”.

Bonnie inside hurt a little at that she heard klaus saying you died she just sam or dean to say, and now hearing from sam lips part of her sad yet there was little peace knowing that you died. After thanking everyone America had gone back to her universe. Finally, everything seems to be going back to normal as it can be, after all lots of warriors were died during the battle hopefully earth 838 also able to overcome the loss of their superheroes.

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v-o-i-d-e-d · 1 year ago

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Request rules and Character list

Hi! Welcome to my blog!

~here are a few rules~

I don't write:

non-con

anything to do with piss

large age gaps/ageplay

smut for characters under 18

crossover au

Fanfiction of real people

mlm relationships (it's not my place to write what I haven't experienced)

Incest (this includes anything to do with stepsiblings and stepparents)

Please don't:

harass me about my writing/schedule

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Characters/fandoms I write for:

Titanic (1997)~

Jack Dawson

Rose DeWitt Bukater

OUAT~

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Peter Pan

Henry Mills

Supernatural~

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Marvel~

Loki

Thor

Doctor Strange

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Peter Parker (All three of them)

Wade Wilson

Wolverine

Peter Maximoff (Pietro only by request if I feel like it. I don't like him that much)

Star Wars~

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Rey Skywalker (Argue with the wall)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Poe Dameron

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ashoka Tano

Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Star Trek (The JJ Abrams version)~

James Kirk

Spock

Pavel Chekov

Dr. Leonard McCoy

Khan

House M.D.~

Gregory House

Allison Cameron

Robert Chase

Doctor Who~

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

River Song

The Hunger Games~

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Haymitch Abernathy

Young Coriolanus Snow (don't start with me)

Johanna Mason

Harry Potter~

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin (Mauraders and Golden Era)

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

My Babysitter's a Vampire~

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Rory Keaner

Erica Jones

Sarah Fox

Top Gun/Maverick~

Pete Mitchell

Bradley Bradshaw

Jake Seresin

Gilmore Girls~

Lorelai Gilmore

Rory Gilmore

Jess Mariano

Miscellaneous~

Indiana Jones

Yancy

Wilford Warfstache

Darkiplier

Marty McFly

Ferris Bueller

Cameron Frye

Malcolm Bright/Whitly

Connor rk800

Bale!Bruce Wayne

Bale!Jack Kelly (there isn't enough of him)

~this is just a preliminary line up and more characters will be added~

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fandom-is-my-game · 4 months ago

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Just Imagine...

Creaking slam of the iron door. Alarms wailing while power surges rhythmically. Beating as though the bunker is itself alive.

"This must be him," Loki calls down from over the railing. "Is there a location?"

"His presence is not exactly ethereal," you retort, "or subtle. I do not believe this is wired to register a time split," though you continue to scour the map. Loki is now across the table, hands braced on the edge, brow furrowed in concentration.

"What is that?" Sam shouts, wincing against the noise as he enters from the hallway.

"Sorry," you say absentmindedly as you wave your hand to turn off the alarm, though power continues to surge.

"Darling, we may need to--" Loki starts, unsure, but at your confidence, falters.

"I found him." You close your eyes, tensing. Your mind reaching for the small tether of such a large existence.

Sam stares, not knowing what is occurring. Loki now stands under the iron stairs, arms crossed bracing for anything.

Papers swirl. Electronics scream and brighten. Suddenly all is still and relatively normal except for the man standing to Sam's left. Sam starts, in a defensive stance as Dean also joins from the hallway holding a shotgun.

"No, he's alright. It's the Doctor," you say quickly.

"Hm, must be, wearing that outfit," Dean says ironically, while lowering his weapon. "Looks like he rolled off the set of Dead Poets Social."

"Society," Sam adds briefly.

"He's a what now?" Dean says thickly.

"Dead Poets Society," Sam clarifies to Dean's bewildered face. "Nevermind."

You shake your head with a smile, now turning to address the newcomer. Loki is already approaching, gripping the Doctor's shoulder warmly.

"Why did you lie?" you ask shortly. "I was going to find you."

"I cannot recall. It has been many centuries for me--" But your annoyed handwave makes him stop. This face, this new incarnation wants to hide. Young and seemingly jovial.

(…so this is your new ruse…)

After a sigh, "I was dying…or so I thought," the Doctor explains. "I could not put you through the loss I always endure. I know the hole it leaves."

"No," you reply simply, "you know you cannot die. You are doing this for you. Leaving everything you still have behind. You cannot restart every time!"

All the loss he just endured, and his aim was to shut out all the others that understand what he goes through. Yourself, Loki, Cas, Kisuke; the Doctor never wants to burden any of them, instead packaging a new internal resilience each time. Until we all bump into him some day in the future.

"Avoidance does not need to be part of your grieving," you say patiently. "We all have endured loss. Sometimes the same people numerous times. Still hurts just the same."

"I know," he says, hanging his head, relieved yet ashamed, "I know." He strides towards you for an embrace. A new chapter has started, but the same story still spins.

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muchamusedaboutnothing · 2 years ago

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Timezone reblog

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 19

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning?

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @hallowedbecastiel , @heytheredean , @jensen-jay

Wordcount: 2236

See Author's note at the bottom please.

Chapter 19

"You guys ready to go?" you called out when you heard Sam and Dean coming down the hall.

"I think so," Sam answered, stepping into the mess hall first. "Do I look okay?" He was so adorably unsure as he gazed down at the his white and blue plaid button-up and his new jeans.

You gave him the once over and smiled up at him. "You look great, Brawny." He smiled and bent to kiss your cheek. "Want to grab the cooler?" you asked, gesturing toward it as Sam nodded and went to retrieve it.

Dean stepped up next and you looked him over, too. He had on a plaid button-up he'd left open with a simple black tee underneath. He was also wearing a new pair of jeans that were oil, grease, and bloodstain-free.

"You look handsome, too," you told him.

"Might as well disappear standing next to you, sweetheart," Dean said with a smile.

You grinned and Dean took your hand, turning you in a slow circle so he could admire the way your leggings hugged the curve of your ass, and the way the thigh-high boots made your legs go on forever. When you were facing him again, he lifted your chin with a finger, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Save it for the camera," Sam said as he brushed past you to head for the garage.

"You do know you're on the other side of the camera, right?" Dean called after him.

Dean picked up Jonah where he sat in his car seat a few feet away, and you glanced around to make sure you had everything before you followed after Sam.

You opted to sit in the backseat with your son and let Sam ride shotgun when you all piled in the car. Dean turned on some soft music and Jonah promptly fell asleep ten minutes into the drive, just as you'd hoped he would.

"He's out," Dean observed after glancing in the rearview mirror.

"I'm telling you, a nice warm bottle before a car ride," you said. "It's the magic combination."

Just shy of an hour later you'd reached your destination, or at least, as far as you could go before setting off on foot. Dean parked the car and cut the engine, and you got out and stretched as Sam grabbed the cooler again.

Sam had a baggie ready to go and caught the balled-up dirty diaper when Dean tossed it to him over the car. Sam tied it off in the bag and set it next to the front tire to wait until you returned.

You grabbed the backpack with the water bladder in it and double-checked the baby’s sunscreen, pacifier, bottle, and diaper changing stuff was all inside before you rolled up the thin blanket you're brought along and slung it on your back. Just then Jonah woke up and started to fuss in his car seat.

Sam had a baggie ready to go and caught the balled-up dirty diaper when Dean tossed it to him over the car. Sam tied it off in the bag and set it next to the front tire to wait until you returned.

Dean unbuckled him and pulled him out of it, speaking to him as he did. "We’re here, buckaroo. Come on, let's get you settled." He laid Jonah down in the backseat of the car and changed his diaper for a fresh one, snapping his onesie back up and pulling the tiny little jeans back around Jonah’s waist and straightening his little button up plaid shirt that was fitting of the smallest Winchester.

Sam had a baggie ready to go and caught the balled-up dirty diaper when Dean tossed it to him over the car. Sam tied it off in the bag and set it next to the front tire to wait until you returned.

Dean tucked the baby up against him snuggly as you fit the baby wrap up and over Dean's neck and shoulder. The two of you had done this enough times that you had it down to an art, and a moment later Jonah was safely swaddled against Dean's middle.

"Alrighty," Dean said. "And we're off."

There was a little game trail alongside the river, and Sam led the way with you and Dean falling in step behind him.

The river water was fresh and clean, and you couldn’t help but notice all the Rainbow Trout that were visible swimming just beneath the surface. A slight breeze caressed your skin, and the sunshine kissed your face in between the shade from the tree limbs.

"I needed this," you admitted as you walked.

"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed.

Dean nodded for you to go first when a large rock temporarily narrowed the trail. "I need to bring my pole sometime. From the look of things, the fishing oughta be great here."

“You should,” you agreed. “You don’t get to do enough fishing.”

Jonah was perfectly content to be swaddled against his father as the three of you walked along the riverbank. You found a pretty little spot where the water slowed just before a small tributary led into it. There were several large rocks near the water’s edge, big enough to comfortably sit down on, and some trees provided light shade just yards away.

“I think this is it,” you said as you all stood and gazed at the scenery.

“Yeah?” Dean asked.

You nodded. “It’s perfect.”

You set your backpack down against a rock and pulled Jonah out of the baby wrap Dean wore so Dean could remove that, as well. Sam walked around the area, judging the shadows created by his tall form, and gauging the angle of the sun in relation to the light along the riverbank.

“What do you think, Brawny? Do you agree?”

“Of course,” Sam said. “The light is perfect right now.”

And that’s how your little Winchester family photoshoot began. Using Sam’s phone, he took a bunch of different pictures of you and Dean with Jonah, you and Dean alone together - although you wondered how those would turn out as Sam wore Jonah in the baby wrap at the same time as he snapped photos - and then pictures of you holding Jonah by yourself, and Dean doing the same.

When Sam was satisfied he’d gotten shots you would love, you took the phone from him and took pictures of all three of the guys together, as well as shots of Dean and Sam together, and Sam holding Jonah by himself.

With a little finagling and a lot of laughing, you managed to prop the phone up at the spot where a little branch jutted out from a tree trunk. Using the phone’s timer, you also took several family shots of all of you together with the river babbling in the background.

By the time you’d taken your fill of pictures, you’d all worked up an appetite. You spread out the blanket on the ground, pulled a bottle out for Jonah, and sat, shielding him from the sun with the baby wrap while he drank in your arms.

Dean crouched down nearby, gazing into the water with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Penny for your thoughts,” you offered.

He cocked his head to look at you. “Just happy to be alive, sweetheart. Happy to be here with you and Joey and Sammy. Thanks for planning all of this today.”

You smiled. “Thanks for being on board.” He chuckled softly. “What?” you asked.

“It’s just that I haven’t had my picture taken that many times since our wedding day.”

“I’m fully aware,” you said with a smirk. "We were long overdo."

“I don’t think I’d get your hopes up yet as far as photo quality,” Sam said with a laugh as he opened up the cooler to start pulling lunch out. “You haven’t seen ‘em yet.”

“I have faith in you, Brawny," you told him.

Sam chuckled again. “Save your faith for my vampire-beheading skills, or my research skills. Hell, shooting almost anything else, but shooting pictures is not my forte.”

“I think what she’s saying is beggars can’t be choosers, Sammy,” Dean added with a smirk.

“If I get my way, you’ll be getting plenty of practice from here on out,” you told Sam. “We need to do this more often.”

Sam nodded, smiling as he handed Dean a sandwich.

Dean held the sandwich out toward you. “You sure you don’t want me to take him so you can eat first?”

“You go ahead. I’ll finish giving him lunch first.”

Dean got to his feet and opened up the sandwich. He’d made several of them for your picnic lunch before leaving the bunker that morning. There were also individual snack-sized potato chip bags and bags of mini-carrots as an alternative. You couldn’t help but notice he even ate a bag of carrots himself, even though he chose to finish off a little bag of chips afterward. It was still progress, and it made you smile.

When Jonah finished his bottle, Dean took him from you and moved to the edge of the water. Sitting down on the ground and holding Jonah in his lap, he pointed out the trout that swam lazily in the water, telling Jonah what type of lure he’d try when he came back to the spot.

That night, back at the bunker, you'd pulled up the photos from the day on your laptop. Despite Sam's doubt in his photography skills, the problem didn't lie in trying to find good shots you wanted to enlarge and display on the walls, but rather in narrowing it down your selection as there were so many to choose from.

Three weeks later the pictures you'd ordered as metal prints arrived in the mail. You and Dean took Jonah for a ride into town and picked them up at the post office before driving back to the bunker.

Dean offered to feed Jonah and put him down for his nap so you could go through the metal prints and start hanging them up.

For the bunker's library, you chose to hang two shots of all four of you that you'd captured using the timer on Sam's phone. In one image you were all smiling, poised, and perfectly happy. In the other, Dean held Jonah while you'd hoped on Sam's back spider monkey-style and you'd all chosen to stick out your tongues and screw up your faces while Dean flipped the bird at the camera. Staring at the last one made you smile so wide your face hurt.

The pictures perfectly represented the line the Winchester family walked between domestic bliss and crazy-ass chaos. You wouldn't have changed a thing.

You also hung another photo in the library, this one of Sam and Dean standing together and overlooking the stream with Dean's hand resting on Sam's shoulder. They looked like they'd come straight out of a clothing ad in a Cabelas magazine. You loved it.

You took a few metal prints to Sam's room that you'd had made just for him. One was a copy of the crazy shot where you all looked like you'd lost your damn minds, and the other was a picture of Sam leaning back against a tree trunk and holding Jonah in his arms. It was peaceful, serene, and Sam's face was so full of love as he gazed at his nephew. You knew if you stared at it too long you'd be wiping back tears.

You hoped Sam would like them. He was down in the bunker's shooting range when you left the prints on his bed for him and carried the rest to the room you and Dean shared.

You hung several metal prints on the walls in your bedroom. One large print was of you and Dean up close with Jonah sandwiched between you, each kissing one of his chubby little cheeks.

You had two smaller metal prints made, one with Dean sitting next to the river on a rock with Jonah lounging in his arms, and one of you holding Jonah up towards the sky and smiling up at him.

You hung another shot Sam had somehow managed to snap when Dean dipped you back for a kiss, surprising the hell out of you.

You'd chosen a large print for a moment when Dean had pulled you close, trapping your hand over his heart with his own and giving you that sexy smirk that always makes you smile like a schoolgirl with a crush.

You were still surprised at just how perfectly the photo captured the intimate gesture you and Dean had shared over the years.

"Did he go down okay?" You asked as Dean walked into your room just then.

"He was fighting it a bit." He sat the baby monitor down on the desk. He's good now, though. Out like a light." Dean put his hands around your waist from behind, gazing at the prints that were now hung on the walls. "Wow. These turned out great."

You nodded. "They really did." You turned in his arms, gazing up at him, and he leaned down enough to kiss you.

"I don't know how you do it, sweetheart," he said. "You somehow manage to keep finding ways to make this place feel more safe and cozy than it already is."

"Family does that," you told him. "That's why Baby will always be home, too."

Dean smiled, eyes locked on the picture of him dipping you back to kiss you. The next thing you knew, one of his hands wrapped around the small of your back, the other going to the back of your head as he dipped you again, making you squeal in surprise. He cut you off with a kiss that was soft and slow and made the blood rush to your head a little more than gravity already had.

This is the end of Act VII.

Author's Note: The Heart of a Hunter series has been a labor of love. These characters have occupied my heart for years now, and I have enjoyed every second of it. This saga has also been the catalyst that brought me friendships with so many of you. I can never tell you all enough just how much I have appreciated your support for this story and my writing.

While I do have Act VIII plotted and outlined, I cannot say for sure when or if I will get to finish and post it. I've been through some big life changes in the last year and may need to focus my time on my career and family in the foreseeable future.

If I do manage to post Act VIII, I will tag those on the Heart of a Hunter tags list. Tags are open again now (details below - feel free to add yourself now or ask me to if you haven't already) so you'll be notified.

You can also find the Heart of a Hunter saga HERE ON AO3 if you'd like to bookmark or subscribe for the future. Any future Acts will be added to AO3 as well.

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elijah-j · 24 days ago

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Request are Open

if you want to request something feel free to do so

Please READ MY RULES BELOW

I can't promise I'll write all requests but i prob will

Some fandoms i would write for:

Doctor Who

Supernatural

Maybe actor x reader for DW and SPN?

Walker (I haven't watched further than season 1 tho)

The Rookie

Lucifer

Good Omens

Marvel

The Untamed

MotgoGP Riders

etc.

If you want a different fandom u can still request I'll look if I know it

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I write for Male, Trans Male and Gender neutral reader x male characters

If you have smth in mind pls also write a bit of a plot it helps me

I'm also okay with doing smut, just nothing extreme and probably also no PWP (Porn without Plot), I do prefer requests without smut tho

Obviously I won't write for minors or anything illegal in that matter, as well as no Rape/Non-Con

If you request something and I'm not comfortable doing that I will tell you

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thelibrarylesstrektraveled · 2 years ago

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My Hero

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader, Doctor!Sam Winchester x You

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Garth, Dean Winchester

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, fluff

One Shot

Word Count: 3700

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Coming, coming!” Sam pulled t-shirt over his head as he trotted to the front door. He’d been getting ready for bed when the insistent knocking started.

The door swung open to a very nervous young man in a Wong’s delivery uniform. Sam recognized him from the few times he ordered from them.

“Hey, its Garth, right?”

“Yeah,” he shifted on his feet, his eyes round with worry, “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

“I am. What’s going on?’

“I was dropping off an order down the hall to the lady in 302 and I heard this thud behind the door and now I can’t get her to answer. I think something’s wrong.”

Sam was already grabbing his medical bag, “Show me.”

“Y/N?” He knocked loudly on the closed door, then tried the handle and found it locked.

“Alright, stand back,” he said to Garth. In one powerful move, Sam kicked the door in, the heel of his foot landing in just the right spot to splinter the doorjamb.

“Damn,” Garth blew out an impressed breath, “You aren’t even wearing shoes.”

You were laying in the foyer. Curled on your side with your hair spread out like a halo. A wallet sat a few inches away from outstretched fingers.

Sam was at your side in an instant, gingerly turning you over and searching for a pulse, “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

Garth hovered nearby, nerves in his voice, “Is she okay?”

Sam ran a hand over your forehead, “She’s burning up. Go see if you can find a washcloth and a glass of water.”

“Why isn’t she waking up?” Garth asked handing Sam a kitchen towel.

“Dehydration. With a fever this high, it can happen quick.” Sam dipped the towel in the water filled coffee mug and bathed your face and neck. Sure enough, his efforts were rewarded.

Sam gently tapped your cheeks, “Y/N. Come on, darlin. Open your eyes for me.”

“Hey… it’s my hero.”

Sam chuckled in relief, “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”

“You’re here. That’s so nice… why are you here?”

“You passed out,” he replied, pressing the cool cloth to your brow. “Do you remember what happened?”

How did doctors do that? Did they teach that in med school? It seemed especially confusing to you as your thoughts kept skipping away and going down rabbit holes.

“You came home from work, was that last night?”

“Um, yeah. Yes. As if Mondays aren’t sucky enough.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose, “That was two days ago.”

“What?”

“Today’s Wednesday.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast,” Sam advised, forcing you to recline.

“I gotta go call work… or… somebody.”

“The only place you are going is to the E.R.”

“No, I can’t go to the hospital.”

“Y/N, listen to me. You’re dehydrated to the point that you fainted. Your fever is 103, that’s dangerous territory.”

“I know a lot of people are scared of the doctor, but I promise I’ll be right there with you.”

You swallowed, wincing at the feeling of knives in your throat. “I’m not scared, I’m uninsured. My job is new, benefits don’t kick in for thirty days.”

Garth piped up, “You’re a doctor, can’t you just prescribe something and treat her here?”

“It’s not that simple. She needs to be admitted so they can get an I.V. going and get some fluids into her system. And bring that fever under control.”

He felt your head loll against him. He looked down in alarm and found you’d lost consciousness again.

“Y/N? Wake up, Y/N!”

This time no amount of effort would bring you around.

“Damn it,” Sam growled as he got to his feet. He grabbed a notepad from your entry table and scribbled a list down. “Do you know that walk-in clinic on 42nd street?”

Garth followed him, “Yeah, I pass it on my way to work.”

Garth shoved the paper in his pocket, “What if they don’t believe me? That clinic isn’t in the best part of town, junkies hassle them all the time.”

“Dean will believe you but in case he doesn’t say Poughkeepsie. It’s our go word, means drop everything.”

“A secret code word, you guys must be brothers,” Garth muttered on his way out the door.

You stretched a bit, content to roll over and fall back into your dreams, but something tugged on your hand and pinched. You frowned and tried again; it was like you were caught in a fishing net.

“What the hell…?” You grumbled unhappily, determined to keep your eyes closed out of stubbornness. You blindly felt around and found a tube and tape attached to your right hand.

Your eyes popped open. An I.V.?

You weren’t in your bed. You weren’t in your room! Where the hell were you?

Fuck. Where the hell are my clothes?!

With a quick yank, you pulled the I.V. out and headed for the door.

“Yeah, Dean I know. If I promise to wash and wax your car, will you get off my case?”

“No way in hell you are waxing my Baby, do I need to remind you about Liza Raffaella in the eighth grade?”

“Please don’t,” Sam groaned into the phone.

“It’s wax on, wax off. Not wax on, go chat up a nerd girl for three hours while the wax bakes on in the sun!”

“Sam?”

Sam spun at the raspy voice behind him. You were standing in the hall, your hand braced against the wall for balance. You looked a little wobbly, but far better than you had in hours.

“I gotta go,” he told his brother before ending the call. “Y/N, hey. How you feeling?”

“Confused. How did I get here and where are my clothes?”

“Oh!” Sam’s cheeks colored instantly as he grabbed a soft, woven throw from the back of an over-sized chair. He draped it over your shoulders and ushered you to the sofa.

“Sorry about that, your fever was sky high. Needed to bring it down in a hurry. Here, sit.”

After a few minutes, he realized you were staring at him, “Y/N?”

“Sam, grateful that I am for your hospitality and bedside manner… I still don’t understand why I’m here.”

“Well, I figured it would be a better place for you to recover… with all the construction.”

Now you were really confused, “Construction?”

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and embarrassment turned his ears pink, “Yeah. I ah… I kinda broke down your door.”

“What?!”

“You weren’t answering! I just had a really bad feeling, and I would never have forgiven myself if something happened to you.”

His gaze traveled your face then locked on your eyes. “I was worried about you.”

“So, you committed destruction of property to save my life?”

“I did.” He gave a nod, his tone teasing, “You gonna turn me in?”

A small smile played around your lips, “Nah. I might need your services again. I have a habit of getting into trouble. Nice to know I’ve got my own personal hero on call.”

“You call, I’ll come running.”

Two Years Later:

“That was not our first date!”

“We spent the entire weekend curled up in my bed, it counts.”

“I was unconscious!”

“They were hiding dinosaurs, not aliens. Tiny dinosaurs under their creepy old lady robes. And still, not a date. I think you’ll find most dating experts would agree with me on this.”

“Dating experts?”

“Your brother.”

Sam huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be fooled by the rumors, he’s not the Casanova everyone thinks he is.”

“I dunno, guy gets a lot of dates.”

“First dates. Ask him about his batting average for second dates.”

“Oh yeah? Got him beat, do you?”

“Hands down.”

�� “I wouldn’t call it an estate, it’s just a few acres.”

“I don’t care if it’s a patch of dead grass… you have horses! Horses, Sam! I’ve wanted to go horseback riding since I was ten.”

“We might be able to squeeze in a lesson for you before we head home.”

“Really?!”

“I’ll bet you’re a natural, you’re already an expert with a riding crop,” he whispered in your ear.

“Sam!” You admonished him, instantly turning red, “That was a one time!”

“Best birthday ever. And to answer your question; you haven’t been here before because I was waiting.”

“Oh wow,” you breathed, following Sam down the planks. “This is like something out of a book. God, it’s beautiful!”

“Oh! I’ve never seen a swan with one black feather.”

“He’s always had it, never could figure out why. He showed up when I was ten and just never left. I call him Solomon.”

“Is it just him? I thought swans always paired up?”

“Poor guy,” you murmured, watching as Sam took a packet of birdseed from his pocket and tossed a bit out on the water.

As if on cue, a second swan swooped down and landed beside Solomon. Pure white and just as lovely. They looked like a postcard, gliding on the sunlit water.

“You’re kidding! He found another mate? I didn’t know swans would do that!”

“Some do, special cases. And Solomon’s no fool, he might have been content to be alone forever, but when that right one came along, he snapped her up.”

“That’s amazing!” You turned to Sam with a beaming grin, but stopped short when you realized he wasn’t standing there beside you. He was kneeling.

“Sam.”

He took both of your hands in his, tipping his face back to gaze up at you with such tenderness and devotion it made your breath catch.

Tears had already gathered in your eyes when he pulled out a blue velvet box. A diamond solitaire sparkled inside like a star in the sky.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever have the words, but I swear to show you. To treasure you, to make your happiness my mission. To answer your call and to love you for all my days.”

“You astonishing,” Kiss. “Brilliant,” kiss. “Romantic,” kiss, kiss. “Beautiful,” kiss, kiss, kiss.

“Y/N… baby…”

“Yes?” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

“Will you marry me?”

Your brow creased in confusion before you realized, he didn’t actually say the words a moment ago. You been so excited that he never got the chance.

“Yes,” you nodded, your forehead coming to rest against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Sam slipped the ring onto your finger, “Will you look at that? Perfect fit.”

“Good thing rescuing you is my second favorite activity.”

“Second favorite?”

“Yeah,” he murmured against the curve of your neck, “Let me show you the front runner.”

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