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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years ago

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Badass || Bill Denbrough x Reader

Day 2 of Fictober

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x [gn] Reader

Requested: how about you do a bill x reader where the reader is a badass but still in the losers club???? just came up with it!!! btw love ya work and love ya!!!!

A//n: Aw thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you. Love you too darling, hope you like it 💛💛💛 and thanks for being so patient like the rest y'all 😘 [also i am in no way a badass so I’m sorry, I tried lol] edit: OKAY IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF THIS, HOLY CRAP?? And again, i finished and pressed saved draft 30 SECONDS before midnight, so fight me this counts lol i just had to set up the title and tags and stuff on my computer before posting. anyways, thanks for waiting for this request, i hope you enjoy this, like i said, im actually surprised at how proud of this one i am!

Fictober Prompt: “that’s the easy part”

Warnings: Blood

“ROCK WAR~!”

The next thing you knew, rocks were soaring across the stream straight for your head. Luckily for your skull, your reflexes were faster than you remembered and you managed to duck before a giant stone could knock you out.

And yet you still heard a thump?

You peek out from behind your arms, looking behind you to see Richie laying flat on his ass, his glasses askew. You winced before you caught sight of a giant rock near his foot and quickly made a grab for it.

Your glare stretches across the stream, settling on the leader of the bigoted pack. You kissed the rock as you met his eye, a devilish smirk stretching across your face as you wound up. Bowers was scrambling for ammo but you had already released. The rock found its target with a satisfying ‘thunk’ leaving Bowers on his ass clutching his bleeding nose. He pulls his hand away, gaping at the overwhelming amount of blood that had already painted his hand before locking eyes with you.

“KISS MY ASS, HENRY!” You hollered with a triumphant smile. “YOU TWISTED FUCK!”

“What the fuck?” Belch and Victor began scrambling back, looking around desperately for rocks of their own.

The Losers spared wide eyed glances your direction as they unleashed a storm of rocks on the now deeply unsettled Bowers gang. Bill was the only one who hesitated, his wide blue eyes frozen on you when you turned to give him a smirk. You had been looking for ammo and it seemed he had the perfect one. You cocked a brow, your devilish smirk still dominating your face as you gestured to the stone in his hand.

“You gonna use that, Billy Boy?”

You threw a few quick glances across the barrens making sure your weren’t gonna get hit. Luckily morale seemed to be growing scarce over there.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t completely gone.

“Ow,” Bill hissed, right hand clutching his left shoulder. “F-f-uck.”

Your head whipped around on your shoulders again to see Victor Criss’s upper lip twitching into a satisfied smile as he looked at Bill. You returned your attention to your boyfriend and the rock he held out for you.

“Let me,” you seethed.

You snatched the rock up, stomping forward with a wild glare in your eyes that was enough to intimidate the bleach blonde. Victor was already on his heels and running, but you weren’t letting him get away that easy. You threw with all your might and watched with pride as it soared through the air and hit him directly on the spine that was poking through his back. He cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, his chin meeting the very rock bed that fueled the fight.

“EAT SHIT,” You spit. “YOU LACKEY ASS FUCK!”

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“Turn it off!” Beverly cried. “TURN IT OFF!”

The projector in Bill’s garage had quickly turned into It’s stage as It put on a horrific display for you and the rest of your friends. What was just once pictures of Derry, suddenly turned into pictures of Bill’s family - you missed Georgie terribly, having grown so close with him the year before he died when you and Bill first got together. And now you were all staring death in the eyes as It manipulated the very air in the room around you. Every click of the projector put you on edge, the stroking effect and of course the child eating clown tormenting you all.

It was hard to process your own thoughts as they were quickly drowning in everyone’s screams and your own fears. You clutched Bill tightly to your side, your arms linked and your fingers stitched together. Everything was moving so incredibly fast it was near impossible to process until you realized you weren’t holding Bill’s hand anymore.

“Y-Y/n!” He cried, tugging at the back of your shirt before it slips from his grip. “Y/N!”

Mike had already unplugged the projector, that much you knew. But you were fucking desperate. You lunged for the projector, gripping it tightly as you held it high above your head. With a guttural scream, you threw it as hard as you possibly could into the cement floor. It broke instantly into several unidentifiable pieces, the room now completely dark and eerily silent.

Heaving, you finally look up to meet your friends faces. Each of them were gaping at you, an expression they seemed to always be wearing around you.

“Well,” you say finally. “I think it’s safe to say we found It.”

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“How hard is it,” you seethed, your voice growing in volume. “to NOT wander off? In a FUCKING HAUNTED HOUSE?!”

You took all your anger and fear out on the door Richie was being held in. Your elbows were practically glued to the surface while your fists and forearms repeatedly pounded on the door. First Eddie, now Richie. You swear, these idiots had to me smarter than this.

“Richie!” Bill joined your side, pounding on the door that had closed all on its own.

“RICHARD!” You pounded on the door again, your anger turning to pure fear that was now stinging your throat and eyes as tears began to well. “This is not fucking funny, open the goddamn door asshole!”

Your hand wraps around the doorknob again, and you shake the handle, jostling it around in hopes something will cave. When the door flew open, you didn’t know whether to chalk it up to luck, skill, or it was all still part of It’s torment but you didn’t care. Richie was alive, and tumbled into your and Bill’s grip.

“Richie!” You hugged the boy tightly, then pulled away with your signature glare. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?”

“N-n-no t-time,” Bill says, looking between you and Richie with determination in his eyes. “L-let’s get outta here.”

A muted thump answered before you could. You, Richie and Bill all looked to the source of the noise to see the moth-eaten mattress from earlier was now shifting by itself. It looked as if it was filled with jumping beans. A melon sized lump grew in the center before the fabric split to reveal the disheveled and muddied up head of your friend.

He smiles at your twisted expressions. “Wanna play loogie?”

Your reflexes are faster than your thought process and you run forward. Just as a strange black goo starts to spill from fake Eddie’s mouth, your leg was swinging through the air. Your left foot connected with the left side of his jaw, narrowly missing the sizzling black ink and Eddie’s head popped off his body as you put it across the room.

It sails through the air, his greasy hair catching several cobwebs as it spins. Specks of the goo go flying landing on the walls and ceiling before the small head collides with a disturbing ‘thunk’.

“What the fuck?!”

“Holy shit,”

Eddie’s head lands in the far corner of the room where it rolls back and forth on his right ear before settling. He was groaning as if all the spinning had made him dizzy. The ooze of black goo came out even faster as if he were ralphing, and it was now pooling across the floor and inching towards their feed.

“Oh, that’s fucking GROSS!” Richie looks quickly to you. “And now you made him angry!”

“At least I did something!”

“Guys,” Bill pleads. “C-come on,”

The pool of black tar is spreading fast and you and Richie don’t have to think twice to listen to Bill. You all turn on your heel, only to find three doors instead of one.

Very Scary, Scary, and Not Scary At All.

Not Scary At All was the winner, Bill and Richie quickly decide. And despite your protest that it was all clearly a trick and the doors were misnomers, they opened the Not Scary At All.

“Where’s My Shoe?”

The light was turned on to reveal the severed body of Betty Ripsom and you had promptly decided you had had more than enough.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE HER LEGS?!” Richie cried.

“I’ve got a guess but I’m not sticking around to find out.” You growled.

You cast a glance behind you to see the tar had eaten up most of the floor, giving you little room to do what you wanted. Luckily, you didn’t need much. You took a few steps back and looked at the door in the center, your eyes settling deep into the crimson letters spelling “scary.” You were certainly glad you realized when you did that unlike the door that held Richie hostage, this one could easily be broken down from where you stood.

You sighed. “I have to do everything.”

~~~~

“WELCOME TO THE LOSERS CLUB, ASSHOLE!”

Richie’s bat swung through the air and knocked the clown back. Pennywise quickly recovered and lunged for the nearest target with a disgusting growl. You quickly scrambled for a weapon as Mike stepped up to bat. He threw the fence iron rod at the monster but it was stopped midair when It’s jaw unhinged and out came several charred arms holding it in place. More and more reached out from inside It’s throat and made a grab at Mike who was fighting back the force of all the arms.

You never happier to have been too slow to save your friend when you saw Stanley pick up one of several spare iron rods off the ground. With a brave determination, he launched forward with a fierce battle cry as his torch came down on the branch of arms that now recoiled, saving Mike. It stumbled back, the charred arms slinking back into its mouth and disappearing and Pennywise stumbles again when Richie kicks It forward and away from him. Unfortunately that brought It right to Stanley.

“Stan, watch out!” Bill cries from your side.

But it’s too late, It’s head had already changed to the same horribly contorted lady that had you had already found attacking your friend. Only this time it was still wearing It’s clown suit, and it was racing straight for Stan.

“Stan!” You cried, already running forward after him only to stop second later.

Yet again Stanley roared, striking the clown across the face with the most furious look you had ever seen on him. Despite the horrifying circumstances, you were quite proud. You quickly fell back into line, ready to fight with the others and you smiled yet again when Mike followed up Stan’s strike with a devastating blow of his own.

The small moment of victory was soon cut short - a pattern you were currently getting used to - when a pair of red tentacles-turned-crab-claws pulled Mike to the ground.

“Mike!” Eddie shrieked.

Mike was able to barrel roll to safety as as It advanced on him. The end of each gigantic claw striking the earth and narrowly missing him and you and your friends quickly followed not knowing what to do. You couldn’t watch it anymore, and you hated yourself for what you were about to do but you knew you would simply never forgive yourself if you lost Mike, or any of your friends.

For what Bill wished was the first time of the summer, he felt you leave his side as you charged headlong into danger. Another guttural scream left you as you hurled yourself onto It’s back, your iron spike in front of It’s neck, both hands on either side of the rod and you pulled as hard as you could.

Pennywise’s disturbing, maniacal laughter grew even scarier, something you didn’t think was possible as he began to suffocate. You let yourself drop back down to the ground, your grip still tight on your weapon as you used your position to pull It down to the ground. It was still laughing through chocked breathes but it had done what you hoped, and stopped, Mike had gotten to safety with the Losers.

And for one glorious moment you felt indestructible. Until you saw it shift before you’re very eyes and your eyes widened, as did the eyes of your friends and Bill. It’s complete figure changed, starting with It’s head. You and the Losers no longer saw a painted lady, a mummy, a horrible memory, an abusive father, or even a late little brother. But they saw you, their friend Y/n, cowering and crying under the iron rod that pinned you to the ground by the neck.

“Please,” It whimpered, bottom lip quivering horribly. “Please don’t. I don’t wanna die.”

The real you was staring at the sight of yourself, the real fake you that you always tried so hard to push down. You knew it was Pennywise, but it was enough to make you choke completely. You were always so confident, and you were good at sticking up for yourself and the rest of the Losers. At least that’s all they ever saw, that’s all you ever let them see. Deep down you were terrified, and much more than that you were terrified that your own fear would get in the way of protecting your loved ones.

Like now.

“Y/n?” Bill’s soft voice called out to you, breaking you from your spell.

You look down at your blubbering face, tears streaking down your cheeks as you begged yourself for mercy. Several pleas leaving your lips when finally you pulled the rod back. Your eyelids flicker open, gazing back up at you and watch your every move cowering.

“Y/n?” Ben asks.

You don’t answer, you just straighten, your demon double cowering beneath you and it only angers you more to know none of this is It’s own fear. It was yours. It was mocking you.

Which was pretty stupid, considering you still had the spike.

You bare your teeth as you summon your strength, throwing the end of the spike into the ground, going right through your throat.

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You watched with head on Bill’s shoulder as another drop of blood from your palm fell onto the grass. You were trying to think about anything but the pain, and with everything you had faced this summer, you certainly had the pick of the litter.

“It feels different now,” you say, voice quiet. “And not just cause It’s gone, ya know?”

You even hate to let yourself believe that, but for the sake of your sanity and the chance of every getting another night’s sleep you’d have to believe it. And knowing Bill as long as you did, you know he felt it too.

You pick your head up off his shoulder and look to his gaze break away from the hills in the distance to meet your eyes. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, and you know for sure he’s thinking it too. Beverly was leaving for Portland, Stan said he heard whispers from his parents that they might be moving and that was all on top of the heavy weight of your guys’ trauma that had already begun to drain everyone.

“A-a-at least we-we’ve got each o-other,”

You smiled, nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Big sap,” you chuckled.

He smiled a little, enjoying the small moment between the two of you. But it disappears when his mind returns to image that had been replaying in his mind nonstop since Neibolt. The image of your cowering form that bothered you so much. He had never seen you - the real you, that was being confronted, that is - so distraught. He gulps, gathering his strength.

“W-what made you s-see that?” He asks.

You don’t answer for a long moment, and Bill fears he’s upset you. Or confused you, but he doubts that is the case. Finally, you look up at him, and lick your lips nervously.

“I’m scared Bill,” you croaked, heart pounding wildly at the admission. “I’m always worrying about you, I’m always worrying about Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stanley, Bev, and Ben. I’m always worried something is going to happen. I’m always scared something’s gonna happen to the ones I love, and I get scared that I’m not gonna be enough to protect them.”

You take a deep breath, swallowing all the air you lost in your unintentional rant. Somewhere during your confession, your gaze broke away from Bill’s gaze and now here you were afraid to even look him in the eye.

There’s another silence that Bill finally ends after a small thoughtful moment.

“It’s okay to be scared, Y/n,” he says, pulling your eyes to him. “I-I-It’s part of being h-human.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your best to banish the image of your cowardly form from your mind. Suddenly the sting of your cut didn’t hurt so bad.

You looked back into Bill’s soft eyes, and shrugged.

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel too great either.”

He nudged you again with a charming smile.

“Well, y-you’re still a badass. Y-You’re always s-standing up for us,”

You chuckled weakly, sending him a smirk.

“That’s the easy part,” you say. “It’s looking out for myself that’s harder.”

“T-t-tell ya what?” You raise a brow at his sudden demeanor. “I’ll be t-the b-b-badass lookin out for you,”

You laughed, leaning in and giving him a lingering kiss that turned his cheeks absolutely scarlet.

You smiled when you saw this. “Thanks Billy Boy. Appreciate it. But I’d still like to work on myself a bit, ya know?”

He smiles again, this time triumphantly. “Deal.”

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Doll Me Up (P.9)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Nine) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2,991 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior, drug use

Author’s Note: I apologize if the tags haven’t been working. I was using the new beta editor but I’ve switched back to traditional! BTW, I think I am coming up to the close on the fic soon! Just a head’s up.

Part Eight || Part Ten || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

~A month ago…

You heard someone walk into the living room and you peeked out from your cocoon of blankets you had set up for yourself, curled up on the couch, watching tv. Happy cocked an eyebrow seeing you, his eyes running over the seltzer water and all the blankets.

“Are you okay?” he questioned.

“I don’t feel great,” you said, taking another sip of your water. You wished Tony was home, but he had gone on a business trip. Happy had stayed behind to keep an eye on you. Tony trusted him more than any of his other men to make sure you were kept safe in his absence.

“Do you need to go to the doctor?” Happy asked concerned.

You shrugged, “I’m just nauseous. I don’t think it’s anything serious. I might have eaten something bad.”

Happy did not look convinced. “Tell me if it gets worse. And I’ll get you an appointment.”

Nodding, you picked your water back up and took another drink, hoping the carbonation would help settle your stomach. You did not even bother to tell Tony later around dinner time when he called to check in, brushing it off.

It subsided later in the day and you thought you were in the clear until the next morning – very early, 4:00am – it hit again. Groaning, you could not ignore the swirling and you got out of bed, rubbing at your eyes.

FRIDAY set on the baseboard lights as you walked downstairs to guide your way.

You opened the bag of bread and took a slice out, stuffing it into your mouth as you closed the bag back up. Taking a large bite, you chewed slowly. Maybe you were having acid reflux and the bread would help soak it up.

You meandered, swallowing the first bite, as you approached the door to the patio. You laid your hand on it and it unlocked for you. Stepping outside, you inhaled the fresh air deeply. That made you feel slightly better.

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In Berlin, Tony’s watch beeped. He looked away from the table where he was having a late lunch with a fellow boss and their crew that was helping him secure capital in the city. FRIDAY was alerting him that Y/N had activated the system to go outside. His face screwed up in confusion, calculating quickly what time it was back home in Malibu. It would be a little after 4:25am.

“Excuse me, would you?” Tony asked and the other boss nodded, taking a drink of their beer. Tony slipped his tablet out of his bag as he left the table.

Walking away from the table, he moved towards the balcony overlooking the city. Holding the tablet up, he accessed the cameras at home, pulling up the outside cameras since she had left to the patio. He was on edge, wondering what the hell she was doing outside so early.

She was just sitting in one of the chairs, eating a piece of bread, which only served to confuse him more. But at least she was there; she had not run off.

He watched her for a few moments before movement by the door caught his eye and he saw Happy step outside.

“Good man,” Tony said under his breath, knowing FRIDAY would have alerted Happy too in the guest room he was in per Tony’s programming. He would have been severely disappointed if Happy had not come outside to check on her.

The two of them were speaking and Tony did not miss the concerned look on Happy’s face.

Suddenly, Y/N jerked forward, vomiting all over the cement, barely missing Happy’s slippers much to Tony’s shock. Was she hung over? That would explain the bread.

Happy came closer and his hand came to her back, steadying her as she leaned over the side of the chair. He was speaking quickly to her and she shook her head, and he shook his right back at her. Tony watched Happy settle her back and hold up a hand to her, before he went back towards the door, leaving her out there.

When he came back out, he had some napkins and some water. She shook her head at the water and he forced it towards her.

“Looks like someone had a little too much fun last night,” Tony said to himself before closing the camera. He had no further reason to be concerned about it; it looked like Happy had it perfectly under control.

Which is why when he had just got sat back down at the table, his cell phone started to ring. The other boss laughed at his expense, making a comment about him being a busy man. Tony apologized and checked his watch, seeing it was Happy. He excused himself again quickly and got up.

“What?” Tony asked. “I just got sat down at the table.”

“I’m gonna make an appointment for Y/N. Where do you want her to go?” Happy cut in immediately.

“What? What for?”

“She doesn’t feel good.”

“Yeah, I saw. Got a good view of that vomit. How much did she have to drink last night?”

“Nothing. She didn’t drink anything,” Happy told him, surprising Tony. “She didn’t feel well yesterday either and I told her to tell me if it got worse. Did she tell you when she spoke to you on the phone last night?”

“No. What do you mean she’s not feeling well?”

“Nausea she said. Maybe she has a stomach bug, I don’t know. But food poisoning doesn’t generally last two days.”

Tony rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Um, just take her to my guy. She’s on my insurance plan. She’s been to him before.”

“Not the ER?”

“You think it’s an ER type of situation?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, throwing up usually isn’t an ER thing but I don’t know.”

“Did she throw up yesterday?”

“No, not that I know of.”

“No other symptoms?”

“No.”

“Hmm,” Tony said to himself more than anything. He pondered on it and tapped the railing as he weighed the options. Something came to him then and he straightened up. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought more about it.

“Boss?”

Shaking his head, Tony cleared his throat, “You know, no. On second thought, no. No doctor or ER.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m heading back tonight. You know, if she starts showing other symptoms, take her to the doctor. My guy. But I think she’ll be fine.”

Happy said slowly, “Um, alright…”

“Morning sickness, Hap. Not to get too excited about it yet but… fits the bill.”

“Oh,” Happy said and Tony could hear the realization peaking in his voice. “Right.”

“So, just keep an eye on her. I’ll be on the plane soon and then I’ll just stop on the way home at the pharmacy. Get a test,” Tony said, feeling lighter about the situation. “Order her some 7-Up or something, soups. Just keep her comfortable for me, yeah?”

“You got it,” Happy confirmed.

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“We have lunch plans, but Tony is taking forever,” you told Steve as the two of you boarded the elevator to go down further into the building.

Anticipation was nipping at your heels; you had not explored this part of the building yet. Steve had come to speak to Tony but when he was told by Angelica that Tony was busy, he was quick to brush off needing to see him. He just needed to go downstairs to pick something up. You had practically thrown down the magazine you were pretending to read, asking if you could come with. He had been polite and courteous, telling you he would love the company. Angelica looked like she wanted to say something, but you purposely ignored her, walking by and following Steve.

“Oh? Where are you going for lunch?” Steve asked interested.

“This place Pepper suggested. Mario’s. Up in the Bronx.”

“Never been.”

“I trust her opinion. She seems to know what she’s talking about.”

“That she does,” Steve smiled back.

“What are you doing here though?” you inquired, switching gears.

“I need another set of batteries for one of my weapons.”

“You couldn’t go to the store?” you asked confused.

Steve chuckled, throwing you an amused look. “No, they’re special batteries.”

“Oh…”

Steve immediately noticed your embarrassment and he quickly said, “Not like you would know that. That’s something I would think too. But the batteries are special. What you said was logical.”

Logical. Not an adjective you heard attributed to you often. Maybe never.

The elevator door opened, and you hesitated seeing the men standing guard outside it but Steve strode out, unperturbed by them. You followed him, catching up to his long strides.

“Why did you want to come down here though besides Tony taking too long?” Steve asked, eyeing you curiously as the pair of you walked.

“One, I was bored as you can imagine, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing. And two, Tony didn’t let me see anything except his office or the boardroom since I’ve been here. Said it wasn’t important for me to see it. But I want to.”

“Hmm,” Steve said shooting you a look. “You think you should be down here then?”

“I don’t see why not. I can keep secrets well enough if that’s what everyone is worried about.”

Steve’s lips curled into a soft smile at that, his eyes running over you.

You were taking in all the people working, the technology they were using. It was like the garage back home where Tony worked but far, far more busy. It was a little overwhelming.

Steve was nodding at random people who greeted him in awe. He came to a stop in front of someone though standing behind a desk.

She looked up and smiled, recognizing him on sight. “That was quick, Cap.” He eyes turned to you and she faltered, “And…”

“Y/N. Tony’s wife,” Steve introduced you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you,” she apologized immediately. You took note that her bade said her name was Eva.

“How could you have? I’ve never been down here before,” you said, giving her a small reassuring smile.

She relaxed at your calm demeanor and turned to grab something off the desk behind her. Handing it to Steve, she told him, “So, there’s backups in there too so you don’t need to make another trip so soon.”

“Nice, that’s thoughtful. Thank you,” Steve commented.

“You’re going to want to update your system though. I’ll send you a link to do so on the secure network,” Eva went on explaining.

“Alright, I’ll figure it out.” Steve looked at you and said sheepishly, “Tech isn’t my strong point. I have gotten better though, so there’s hope.”

“I can’t keep up with Tony sometimes and I’ve been around technology my whole life. I mean, my whole house is a giant computer essentially,” you responded. “Could not even begin to explain to you how it works.”

“It’s complicated but it’s helpful right?” Eva asked lightheartedly. You nodded and she said, “I’ll be the first to admit I wouldn’t be able to keep up with how Mr. Stark talks about tech either. Could not even begin to fathom how his brain works. I swear he’s not speaking English sometimes when he’s giving presentations.”

You snorted, as did Steve. “I can attest to that,” Steve agreed. “I just let him lead when it comes to this type of stuff.”

You could relate to that. You let Tony lead in pretty much every facet.

“Same. It’s just easier to stand behind him,” you said. Steve’s brow creased at your comment and you suddenly felt uncomfortable. Trying to draw attention away from it, you gestured at the box. “May I?”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve said, handing it over to you.

You opened the box and touched the odd shaped metal. “Definitely doesn’t look like normal batteries.”

“Nope,” Eva agreed.

Steve was looking at you with purpose when you handed the box back to him. His gaze slid to Eva and he asked, “Do you have some time?”

“For what, Mr. Rogers?”

“A small tour. Mrs. Stark hasn’t been able to see around the building because Tony has been busy, and a little explanation of some things down here might scratch her itch?” Steve looked at you for approval. “I mean, if you want that, of course.”

Excitement flared up and you nodded, “Yeah. I probably have time. Especially if there’s things to look at that won’t put me in a ‘we can show you but then we will have to kill you’ type of spot.”

Eva laughed at that. “There’s some of that available, yes.” She gestured past the desk behind her. “Shall we?”

Steve held out his arm to you and you took it appreciatively.

Eva started at a microchip, explaining it had the startings of being able to upload a personality to a robot to mimic a sentient being.

“So, like Vision?” you asked.

“Yes. Like Vision. But definitely nowhere near as advanced or powerful as he is. This is… it would be like a bodyguard for example?”

“A nanny for the baby when you need a break?” Steve joked quietly into your ear. You looked at him perplexed at the admission he knew and his smile fell. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—Tony told the team. I’m sorry if it was still supposed to be a secret?”

You waved it off quickly. “It’s fine. It’s you guys he told. You’re not nobodies.”

Though you did dislike that Tony was being so free with the information. You were only about two months along. He was getting too excited about it too soon whereas you were worried, your pessimism getting the better of you.

“And I’m sure I’ll need a break,” you joked back to Steve and he relaxed as the two of you followed Eva, her pointing things out that she could share.

You were so engrossed in what she was saying you only saw Tony’s reflection in the glass wall behind her at the last second.

You turned your head quickly and said innocently, “You’re done upstairs, then?”

“Rogers,” Tony said tightly, his eyes shooting to your arms intertwined before snapping back to Steve’s face. He looked very suspicious; you knew that look. Jealousy.

“Tony,” Steve returned, and he gracefully let your arm fall. He held up the box, “Thanks for the battery replacement. And the reminder to come grab it. I definitely would have forgotten without it.”

Tony by stepped his last comments. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”

“Sure,” Steve said, tossing Eva a look. He held up the box to her now and said, “Thanks for being so prompt with this. It was helpful. And thanks for the walk.”

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When they were out of earshot, Tony told him firmly in hushed tones, “I’m not sure why you thought it was appropriate but don’t bring Y/N down here in the future.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know she wasn’t allowed until we were already down here,” Steve said and he saw Tony frown deeply. “She did say you didn’t wanna show her around the building after we came down here and I did ask if she thought she should be down here at all. Figured to just keep her close until we went back upstairs.”

“No, she shouldn’t be down here. I don’t want her knowing anything. Puts her at risk, knowledge. Kidnappings and whatnot.”

“I think being married to you, Tony, is what puts her at risk for that.”

Tony’s closed lipped smile did not reach his eyes; he was not amused with Steve’s quip.

“Regardless, for the future, don’t let the curiosity kill the cat. She’s better off naïve about it. Even if she’s learning on the arm of America’s golden boy.”

Silence ate away at the two of them for a few moments before Steve shrugged, relenting. He said stoically, “Understood.”

“Good,” Tony clipped. “Now if you’ll excuse me, my wife and I have lunch plans and I fear I’ve kept her waiting for far too long.”

Steve shook his head as soon as Tony brushed past him, leaving him by the elevator.

<><><>

You had thanked Eva before telling her she should probably go back to work now that the boss was in the room. She picked up on your joke but did it all the same. You paced slowly, watching carefully as Tony spoke with Steve. They were both tense and you sighed, knowing he was likely cursing Steve for assisting you down here. He really did not want you to know anything about most of his work whether it be here or out on the streets or in the political arena.

He came back to you and you gave him a smile, that he did not return.

“What were you doing down here?” he asked tightly, his hand coming to the small of your back and directing you back towards the elevator where he had left Steve who had already gone back up.

“Looking around,” you told him. “I was bored.”

“Do you not remember me telling you to not go poking around?”

“Yes, but I was curious.”

“It would make me happy if you would listen to me,” Tony said, nodding at one of his workers as he passed. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, kitten?”

“85 percent of the time,” you quipped, trying to get him to smile. But he still did not and your own slowly melted away as he responded.

“I think that sounds about right.”

There was something off about him, but you could not figure out what. You elected to stay quiet the rest of the stride to the elevator. He pressed the button to the elevator to come back down, his fingers on his other hand drawing lazy circles on the small of your back. Every so often though, his fingers dug in slightly and you did your best to not flinch away.

~~~

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Fic tags: @kvzctam @farihafangirls, @teenageregression @mrsnegan25 @lilacs-lavender @agustdowney @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @emmariexx

#tony stark x reader #dark!tony stark #dark tony stark #mob tony stark #darl marvel fic #dark marvel #my shit

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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years ago

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You Don’t Want My Love - Chapter 8

Pairing: Duff McKagan x reader

Words: 3,969k

Summary: Guns n Roses hires a new tour assistant, but nobody thought that Duff would fall for her.

In this chapter: Is Paris really the city of love? Y/N and Duff are about to find out.

A/N: This chapter is pure fluff! There is a line in French, but the translation is below in italics. The high school story is true btw, I was the one who stayed sleeping lol

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A week passed after that morning, nothing very exciting happened in Y/N's life. Guns n Roses did two successful shows in Scotland and soon after they got on the bus towards France.

They got there very early in the morning, after a long rainy night. Drops still dripped from the leaves of the trees and the asphalt had taken on a darker shade of gray, while the sun fought for space between the clouds that covered the sky.

Open-mouthed, Y/N admired the city through the bus window, her dream had always been to meet Paris, unaware of Duff's gaze fixed on her expressions, making a smile appear on the blonde's lips.

"I can't believe we're in Paris!" She exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy.

"Me neither," Slash said smiling, the realization that his band was touring Europe was still going on, and he couldn't be more proud.

"I always dreamed of coming here, but I never thought it would come true." She smiled, turning to the boys, her back facing the window.

“Well, we have the day off. You can enjoy doing what you've always wanted to do here! ” Izzy said, he was sitting next to her.

“I'm going shopping! Then I want to have coffee in one of those bistros that we see in the movies.”

"It looks like you already have a plan then." Izzy smiled slightly at her.

"Is there room for one more in this plan?" Duff asked. He was sitting across from her, smoking a cigarette.

"Sure! We can go out right after breakfast if you agree. ”

"It's fine with me!"

---

After a tasty breakfast, the two of them met in the hotel lobby. Duff in a leather jacket and black jeans while she wore a red sweater with jeans and black high boots.

Walking side by side, they followed the receptionist's recommendations, walking just a few streets before reaching downtown.

Entering a busier street, several people came and went along the sidewalk, making it difficult for them to move.

In a quick, almost unconscious movement, Duff took her hand, guiding the way through people until they reached a quieter street.

As soon as his skin touched hers, she lost herself, her legs still moved in rhythm with his, but her mind moved as fast as a hummingbird's wings.

His fingertips were dry and callused against the thin, smooth skin of her hand. Her fingers were so small compared to his that they almost disappeared during the gesture.

However, Duff didn't realize what he had done until they arrived at a peaceful avenue full of shops. He felt her hand tightly holding his and a small smile appeared on his lips. For a few seconds, he feared she would let go of his hand, after all his help was no longer needed, but she didn't.

In fact, she only let go of his hand when they entered the first store, needing both hands to feel the fabric of a sweater and go through the hangers.

They visited many stores and although Duff thought he would be bored to go shopping, he ended up having fun. Not because he liked to stand beside her while she went from hanger to hanger, or because he liked to carry the bags for her, but because he was with her.

Every time she left the dressing room asking for his opinion, he couldn't contain the small smile that formed on his lips.

Leaving what appeared to be the thousandth store, she suddenly stopped in front of a window. Its glasses had frosted glass details and clothes in shades of black and brown were exposed.

"What's it?" He asked worriedly.

"It's Chanel." She said with a sigh.

She looked at him and saw his brows furrowed. "It's my favorite griff."

"Let's go in then!" He said, pulling her hand into the store.

The floor was light marble and the walls were white, there were adorned pilasters in the corners and the ceiling was very high, decorated with a large crystal chandelier.

Passing slowly on the hangers, Y/N touched each fabric subtly, feeling the material against her skin and smiling without believing that she was in Paris, personally looking at the fine clothes that inspired her so much to study fashion.

"Bonjour je peux vous aider?" A middle-aged saleswoman wearing a bun approached with a friendly smile.

"Good morning, can I help you?"

"What?" Duff asked.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were tourists." She smiled gently. "Do you need any help?"

"I'm just looking around, I studied fashion in college, I always wanted to see your store in person." Y/N smiled.

“You have a degree in fashion! That's great!" The saleswoman raised her eyebrows in admiration.

"Yes. Chanel has always been my favorite griff, it influenced me a lot to choose the fashion college. ”

“In this case, come with me to the second floor. We have beautiful dresses from the latest collection there, you will love them.”

The saleswoman guided them up an arched staircase with marble steps and black handrails to the second floor where the dressing rooms were and a session full of dresses and party clothes.

“This one is one of Karl's favorites, do you notice the ruby details on the collar? They're from Australia.”

"It's beautiful!" Y/N responded, lightly touching the white dress that the saleswoman was showing her.

Passing the countless hangers, Y/N lifted her hand to her mouth when she saw a red dress, full of small sparkling stones. The dress was the most beautiful she had ever seen.

“Ah, this is Louise. It is inspired by Italy. ” The saleswoman approached explaining. "These little stones are quartz, they fit a lot, don't they?"

“Yes, they really do. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen in my life.”

"Try it," Duff said, drawing the attention of the two women.

“Yes, you should try it, dear! I'll see if we have one in your size, I'll be back in an instant. ” She smiled leaving the two of them in the room.

Putting the hanger back in place, Y/N turned to Duff. He smiled in her direction and she almost forgot what she was going to say.

"Duff, you know I can't afford a dress like that."

Before he could answer the saleswoman returned.

"I think this one will look perfect on you." She went into one of the changing rooms, hanging up her dress and turning on the lights for her.

Reluctantly, Y/N entered the dressing room, changing her clothes for the dress. The saleswoman offered to help her with the zipper, entering the dressing room and closing it quickly.

"Wow, it looks beautiful on you, dear!" She exclaimed.

She wasn't lying, the dress was really beautiful on her, fitting so perfectly that someone could think it was made especially for her.

"You need to show it to your boyfriend!"

"Oh no, he isn't-" Before she could finish the woman opened the door, stepping out of the way so Duff could see her.

"Wow." He sighed. "You look beautiful!"

She felt her cheeks flush as she murmured a "thank you".

“You should take it, dear! It looks great on you. ”

"Oh no, I can’t affo-"

"Here." Duff took the wallet out of his jacket pocket, offering the saleswoman a card. "Use this card please."

Smiling, she took the card and went down the stairs.

"Duff, you don't have to pay for the dress for me!" She crossed her arms, she didn't like to depend on others.

"I don't need to, but I want to."

"But Duff."

"Y/N, the dress looks beautiful on you, it would be a mistake not to take it."

She stopped for a moment looking him in the eye. "Fine." She said subtly before entering the fitting room to remove the piece with the help of the saleswoman who had already returned.

---

"What do you want to do now?" Duff asked when they left the store.

“How about we go get something to eat? I'm starving."

"Finally you talked about food, I was almost eating one of my fingers," Duff said laughing, looking at his fingers with a weird expression.

Arriving at a bistro, they chose a table on the sidewalk of the establishment, so that they could admire a little more of the city while eating.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" Y/N said when she finished eating.

"Yes, very beautiful," Duff said, filling his mouth with what was left of his croissant, making her laugh slightly.

"What do you want to do afterward?" She asked.

"I don't know, we could go to that park." Duff pointed to a park directly in front of the bistro.

"Good idea!" She smiled

"I'm going to pay, then we go, okay?"

“No, no, no! I’m paying." She stated, looking for her wallet in the bag.

"Why do I get the impression that you are going to buy me coffees until you match the value of the dress?"

"Because that’s exactly what I am going to do." Getting up, she walked quickly into the bistro.

---

The park was extensive, its trails were made with small white cemented stones and the trees around it seemed to be very old, although they had lost all their leaves during the winter.

They walked for almost an hour, admiring small art exhibitions and talking about long stories from the past.

The temperature started to drop and the sun started to set over the horizon, bringing a purple-gray color to the city.

Y/N had her arms crossed in front of her, trying to keep her warm, while Duff rubbed one hand against the other in hopes of warming his cold fingers.

“My class was super excited, their dream was to go to that exhibition, while my best friend and I were just going to miss two days of school” She was telling him the story about her trip in her senior year of high school.

"We spent the whole morning in a park and while everyone went to take pictures, she and I stole two scooters for hire and we kept walking around the same block of the park all morning."

"What? You stole a scooter!? ” Duff said laughing. "I never thought you were like this, Y/N!"

"What could I do? We were bored! .... And in the afternoon it got even worse! We spent an hour and a half visiting the exhibition, after that we got tired and realized that we had 5 more hours free, but nothing was interesting to do. We sat in a less busy area and I read while she slept.” She laughed at the memory.

"So you didn't enjoy the trip at all?" He asked laughing.

"Nope."

"My God." He laughed. "And where is this friend of yours?"

“She lives in Norway now. We speak in letters every month, but we haven't seen each other in years. ”

"It’s a shame." He stopped in front of a fountain. "Maybe it’d be possible to visit her after the tour."

"Maybe." She smiled slightly.

"Three days is not enough time here, there is so much I wanted to see." She sighed.

He didn't answer, and she turned to face him, he was looking at her, his eyes full of a glow that she had seen before, but she couldn't identify.

"What's it?" She said softly, putting a lock behind her ear.

He took a step closer to her, their bodies mere inches apart.

"I want to kiss you..." He said in a low tone, licking his lips, as he leaned slightly towards her.

"But I'm only going to do it if you want to." His hand touched her face, his cold fingers making a shiver grow on Y/N.

His lips were so close to hers, she could feel his hot breath against her skin.

She froze, her heart raced and she couldn't formulate words so she just nodded slowly.

Closing the distance between them, Duff pressed his lips gently against hers, moving away after a few seconds.

She opened her eyes and saw his gaze fixed on hers. He still kept his hand on her face, waiting for some kind of reaction.

Gathering all the courage she had, she stood on her tiptoes and pulled him closer by his jacket, smashing her lips against his and enveloping him in a hot, passionate kiss.

One of Duff's hands found her waist, bringing her even closer.

His tongue asked for permission to invade her mouth and after getting it, their tongues danced in synchronized ballet, as if they had already rehearsed hundreds of times.

"You don't know how long I waited to do this." He whispered when they pulled apart.

---

The way back to the hotel was quieter, the night had reached the city and the cold wind was blowing against them through the streets of Paris.

Duff had his arm around her shoulders the entire way, while she hugged his waist.

Arriving at the hotel, they walked slowly through the corridors, so slowly that Y/N could have counted all the chandeliers on the walls.

They had all the time in the world and weren't ready to say goodbye yet, but the number 25 appeared, it was her room.

"We’re here." She said calmly, looking into the blonde's eyes as she came out of his embrace.

"See you tomorrow?" He took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"You know you will, Duff." She leaned against the door, lifting her chin to keep her gaze fixed on his.

A light laugh left his lips as he remembered that fateful night in Scotland.

"What?"

"I had a dèjá vu" He smiled, putting a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"What do you mean?

"That night in Scotland."

She frowned.

"Don't you remember?"

She shook her head slowly. "No."

He laughed again. "You were standing just like this." He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Asking me to kiss you." A smug smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh my god!" She closed her eyes, wishing it had just been his imagination.

"It would have been an interesting proposition if you weren't so drunk."

"I'm not drunk today, am I?" She bit her lower lip, smiling.

A smirk appeared on Duff's lips as he leaned down to kiss her again.

"Good night, Y/N," Duff said as he backed away.

"Good night, Duff."

He leaned down kissing her forehead for a few seconds before slowly letting go of her fingers and heading towards his room.

---

The next morning Y/N woke up with the biggest smile, she still didn't know what was going on between Duff and her, but she was happy.

Entering the hotel's restaurant, fear took a hold of her heart. She didn't know if Duff had told the rest about them, and the last thing she wanted was for them to be making jokes, like that night when they slept together.

The first thing she saw was Duff, he looked up from his plate, looking her straight in the eyes, almost as if he had felt her presence before he even saw her.

He gave her a small smile as he followed her every move.

Taking a cup of coffee and a slice of pie, she sat between Steven and Slash at the table.

"Woke up late today, Y/N," Axl said. "Did you come back too late yesterday?"

"Not really, I arrived around seven."

"We passed at your room around six, we were going to a restaurant, but you weren't there," Steven said.

"Ah, it’s okay, I ordered room service." She smiled slightly.

"What made you wake up so late then? You are usually the first to arrive." Axl insisted on the topic.

"It took me a while to get to sleep last night."

"Insomnia?"

She looked at Duff, seeing him smile slightly. "Something like that."

---

The afternoon soon arrived and Y/N left her room to go to the soundcheck with the boys.

Looking across the hall she saw Duff, propped up against his door.

"You’re beautiful today." He whispered as he approached her, leaning over to steal a small kiss.

"Thanks." The compliment had made butterflies rise in her stomach.

A door opening made Duff take two steps back.

"Were you waiting for me?" Steven asked, smiling as everyone walked towards the elevator.

"Uh-huh." She said quickly.

Arriving at the lobby, Y/N was stopped by Izzy.

"Y/N, I need you to do something for me."

"Sure, what’s it?"

"Erin will be arriving at the airport in about an hour, I need you to pick her up and go with her somewhere."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't take her to the soundcheck."

"Why?" She frowned.

"Axl does not concentrate when she is there, we have to do everything twice ... Go with her to a beauty salon or whatever."

"Fine..." She answered slowly.

"Here, take the band’s card." He handed over the card before heading towards the bus.

"Ah!" He turned around. "Here... for the taxi!" He handed her 50 euros, finally leaving the hotel.

In the distance, she could see Duff looking at her without understanding what had happened.

She shrugged, offering a small wave before Izzy pushed him into the bus and closed the door.

---

The day was starting to get boring. Erin's flight was delayed by almost an hour and all she could think was that instead of being with Duff, she would have to spend the rest of the afternoon with her.

Not that she could complain much, Erin was a nice girl, kind of an airhead, but a great company to have fun with.

But she would rather be watching Duff playing his bass while wearing his Cowboy hat.

Her flight finally arrived, and Y/N moved to the line of people waiting for passengers, holding a papal with Erin written with pink lipstick.

A thin scream filled the airport when Erin identified Y/N, making people around look at them.

She took a few leaps until she reached Y/N, wrapping her in a hug.

"Hi, Erin!" She said hugging her back.

"I missed you!" She smiled.

"I missed you, too, Erin!"

"I was upset that you never called me when you were on vacation." She pouted, making Y/N give a nasal laugh.

"Sorry, I was very busy."

"I forgive you, but only if you promise to call me next time!"

"I promise, Erin."

"Let’s go then? I'm missing my little redhead." She started walking.

Y/N took a deep breath not to laugh at the nickname. "The plans have changed, we only go to the arena when the gig’s about to start."

"What do you mean?" She stopped, turning to the other woman.

"Izzy told us to have a girls' day. I thought we could use a massage."

"Izzy said that?" She frowned.

Y/N nodded in agreement.

"That's weird."

"Weird or not, I have the band's card." She held up the card, showing it to the girl.

"In that case, let's go! A full massage can take more than an hour!" She started walking quickly, making Y/N quicken her pace.

---

After nearly an hour and a half at a massage parlor, Y/N and Erin went to a coffee shop, ordering cake and hot chocolate.

The place was small and cozy, the walls were painted in shades of cream and the chairs had flowery green cushions.

Taking a table by the window, they started talking.

"Has Axl given you a lot of trouble?" Erin asked.

"No, he's been calmer these days. The biggest problems are Izzy and Steven."

Erin looked her in the eye, encouraging her to continue.

"Izzy is a pain in the ass when he's high, and Steven doesn't even know where he is when he uses it, I have to act like his mother."

"That sucks! Good thing Ax doesn't have any problems like that. But I think it's just because they're on tour, as soon as it's over they'll get better."

"I hope so," Y/N said smiling. "And how are things between you and Axl?"

Erin stopped with the cup halfway, not knowing whether to speak or not.

"Things with him are ... complicated…. He can be romantic and kind when he wants to, but most days he ends up taking his anger out on me."

"What do you mean?"

"We fight a lot, but I love him, and I know he loves me, so eventually we will get better." She gave a small smile before bringing a piece of the cake to her mouth.

Y/N nodded as she sipped her hot chocolate, deciding not to dwell on it.

"And how’s Duff going?" Erin smirked.

Y/N's eyes widened. "What about Duff?"

"The last time I was here he was hopelessly in love with you. Axl said he spent all day talking about how beautiful you are."

A smile appeared on Y/N's lips.

"Don't tell me he hasn't made a move yet?"

"He actually did." Her smile got bigger.

Erin propped both elbows on the table, looking intently at the girl in front of her, curious to know more.

"He kissed me yesterday."

Erin shrieked, smiling at the news.

"The boys must have gone crazy!"

"They don't know yet."

"Why not?"

"Because even I don't know what we are yet. Besides, I work for them, I don't want to say anything before I'm sure it's serious"

"Yeah, it makes sense. Do you want me to be quiet about it then?"

"Please."

"Relax, my lips are glued together!" She said laughing.

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Arriving at the arena, Y/N walked calmly through the countless corridors next to Erin, while listening to her chatter about the Christmas party at her father's house.

She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw red hair entering a room.

"Axl!" She screamed, running towards the door when he stuck his head out.

She threw herself into his arms as he hugged her tightly, mumbling how much he missed her.

Y/N smiled at the scene when she was pulled by the arm into a room.

The light was off and the only illumination present was the reflection of one of the stage spotlights that reflected through the window.

Adjusting her eyes to the brightness, she could see the figure of Duff in front of her, covering her with his height.

"I missed you." He said before pressing his lips against hers.

His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as her hands went up to his hair, tangled in its strands.

Their tongues danced together as he guided them until she leaned against cold material.

Using one hand to feel the surface, she realized it was a table. They should be in a dressing room.

Y/N sat on the table, increasing her height in a few inches, making Duff's job easier.

She tangled her legs around his waist, bringing him closer, while he lowered his hands to her ass, squeezing her flesh tightly, making a small moan leave her lips.

Starting to apply kisses to her neck, Duff was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"Duff!" It was Slash.

"What!?" He pulled away from her neck, shouting towards the door.

"We have to go on stage, we’re already late!"

"Shit," Duff murmured. "I'm on my way!" He shouted for the door.

"I think I'm going to have to leave you alone now." He smiled, stealing another kiss from her. "Come and see the gig."

"I'll be there in a minute, I promise." She smiled at him, kissing his lips one last time before he walked out the door.

Alone in the dark, Y/N sighed, her fingers went to her lips and a smile appeared on them.

"Well, I think I can get used to it." She murmured.

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badboy-mysweetboy · 5 years ago

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One Dangerous Stiff

Eric Coulter× fem reader

Ok..... Hear me out. Thus dude is just mighty fine and he could shove me off a cliff and id smile🙃 enjoy btw this don't follow the plot bro.

Warning: Sad, swearing, cute ending, badass reader

Random tags: @missmarrinette @pindragon @ericcoulterdauntlessdivergent @ericcoultergirl9499

"So who's it gonna be?" Eric, one of the leaders asked eyeing the new recruits. "Me," I spoke up walking from the back of the group, his cold blue eyes bore into the side of my head as I presented in front of the group. "Is there water? Or a net?" A boy behind me asks, approaching the ledge and turning to the group with a smirk.

Eric's eyebrow raises at the movement. "Boy, I sure hope not." Rasing my fingers in a gun motion to under my chin, pulling the trigger. Lifting my weight from me, the wind throwing my h/c flowing above me as the ledge above me got smaller and smaller. The darkness around it grew to tuck my arms under my head and crossing my legs as if I was on a couch, watching the game. Then my weight was caught in a net.

Landing, my weight shifted as I looked over at a familiar face. "Y/n?" His eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Oh look my least favorite number, how long has it been 7 years? I can't remember." Getting off the net walking away as Four sent up a whistle and another came down. Beatrice, from my old, shitty faction. Abnegation.

As he pulled the net down, their eyes met and never let go. Making gagging noises they caught on before another was sent down. Four kept a gaze on me before Eric leaped down. He walked in front of the group once again as more teens walked in but in all black. Standing in the back I made mental note of the people that stood in front of me, finally meeting with a blue pair already looking at me. Eric's smirk grew into a... Smile. Bouncing my eyebrows, erupting a chuckle. Continuing his speech, my mind wandered to younger days.

"You can't catch me!" A laugh left his lips as my smaller frame tried to keep up. "Slow down!" My younger squeaky voice called out to him, running in between houses and crowds trying so desperately to just graze his skin. Before abruptly stopping being met with a chest, looking up I was met with a scary, familiar face. "Daddy? What's wro-" His hands.

Dug into my arms as he pulled me back to the box-like house, a pair of familiar eyes followed what happened. Screaming and kicking, my cheek stung as my head whipped to the side meeting his eyes once more. "Help me! Big brother, please! Don't let him hurt me!"

Instead of a hero, I was met with a coward, him shaking his head.

But that wasn't new.

But was new was he never came back.

Never.

My body painted in splotches of dark shades, my memories even darker. Daddy.

He blamed me for mom, now brother. Brother never got hit, even though he made me so mad, I'm happy I can protect him from daddy.

I don't know where he went, he was only 9 and I was 7 but I hoped he was safe till 16.

"Follow me." Shaking my head I follow as he mapped out the place to me, "Badass" noticing the grunge military aesthetic. "You're a stiff?" A gruff voice from behind me, turning to see ice blue once again. "What? Happy to see me?"

"Ha ha very funny, but no I meant-" he started, smiling I winked. "I know what ya meant, just giving ya trouble." Chuckling he continued next to me as we were showed the bunking area, " change into new clothes, we burn your old ones in 5."

"Fucking finally" walking into the room while everyone else looked around. Stripping and diving into my new black ones, turning I caught the sight of a neck tattoo before it disappeared behind the wall.

Picking up my old gray clothes and gliding towards the bonfire already made. The heat made me smile. As Four went on and on about new beginnings I tossed my clothes in like it was trash while others held it dearly to their hearts.

"Get over it. It's not like you wanted to stay, throw it in the damn fire so we can move on." I grumbled before shadowing behind the crying group. Passing it. Training. Finally.

Fighting was the only thing I knew after that day with my brother. Relentlessly for 7 years. I built up my strength and got away from the man who hurt me day after day. "What do you got stiff?" A dude was mocking Tris, who was having trouble with throwing a punch. Approaching them and grabbing her hand and pulling her with me. Standing here in front of the bag next to mine, sighing before putting her in the most impactful stance. "Tension here" pointing to her abdomen, "not here" pointing at her stomach. "Weight here, then shift it as you swing" leading her on her back foot to her front. "Swivel your foot with it. Go, right hook it."

Swallowing, Tris did as told and landed a decent punch. Eyes widening she met my e/c eyes, "It didn't hurt." Going to my bag I responded, " because you're the one supposed to give damage not receive-" throwing a hooked punch, "now keep going it hurts less more ya do it, rookie." As my fists met the leather images from childhood flashed in my mind, faces, voices. Every memory leads to a harder punch.

"Y/n and Al, ring now." Eric's cold voice boomed over the cement room, turning to the ring a boy stepped in. Smirking I went in between the ropes and cracked my knuckles. "I can't hit her, Can I fight a guy?" Al asked looking me up and down, Eric's face went from his normal bitch face to disgust. "Really? Just fight her, she has over double your score. Go!" At his command All slowly approaches, scanning his stance I could tell his core was his main focus of strength. Sighing as his fist flew passed my head, grabbing his arm and launched my foot into his side earning a yell of pain. Before twisting the now dislodged shoulder so his arm was behind his back. Laying on the floor at my will, I sat on his back holding the position as I fake checked my nails. "I'm thinking safe word fellas, how bout pork and beans?"

The boy was groaning in pain when he and Eric in unison, "What?"

"I don't know I saw it in a movie. Now, Al, I want you to repeat after me. Four is the worst number." His eyes met mine, "I can't say that."

Pulling his arm farther and farther as he screamed and the group grew as Four and Eric watched me whisper in his ear. "Say It! Or else..." Pulling his arm he yelped, "Four is the... Worse number. Now please." Sighing thinking about it for a second, "I guess so." Getting up and jump out of the ring. Watching Four as his eyes connected to his shoes, walking to the knifes section. Practice, yes I was like a perfected machine but all I knew was to fight.

That's all I've ever known.

Throwing the heavy but not too heavy weapons, the figure of the tall man came back. Making the knives go further... Faster. Until I reached down and no knives were found. Looking up, Eric was holding the box. "Dinner was called 25 minutes ago. You need to eat."

"Why do you care if I eat? You have 45 new robots to program that is eating. I don't eat dinner. Not when I can be here." Never breaking the gaze as my hand refilled with serrated steel, he grabbed my wrist with the blades. " because I like you. And I don't like people, and you're easily the best fighter here. So shower and I hope I see you in the cafeteria, or I'll come lookin" He smirked at the end, "Is that a threat or a promise Eric?" Smirking stepping forward being so close I could feel the hot breath fan over my skin. Glancing between his icy blue eyes and his pink lips I lean in a bit closer dropping the knives in the box, "I guess we'll see then?" Backing away before swaying my hips all the way to the bunks, finding the showers. Peeling the grimy clothes off my body and stepping into the icy water. The colder the better, cleaning the sweat off my skin. I turned the water off and drying off and putting on my bra and underwear.

Walking passed the mirrors I stop in my tracks. I've never seen my self as a whole, damn I'm ugly. Glancing over the scars and abs carved into my skin. Placing the tank and jeans on over the marks, I swiftly make my way to my bunk. Pulling on my boots I hear boots hit the floor growing nearer, “I thought you may have gotten the hint by now but here you are.” Turning and seeing Four, “How’d you know it was me, Y/n?”

“Because you’re heavy-footed, and you lead with your left foot instead of the average right. Now please excuse me, I’m hungry.” Walking passed him before I felt his hand around my wrist. Stopping in my tracks he let out a heavy breath. “Y/n I’m sorry-”

Yanking my wrist out of his grip with a cold glare, “No you’re not. You left me alone with that monster for 7 years.

Not 7 minutes,

Not 7 hours.

Not 7 days.

7 YEARS! Catch my drift you ugly bastard? Even though you ran away every time he decided to punish someone, you’d come back. But at least you came back-oh wait. You didn’t. And really the name Four? Do you really hate me that much? We both know, that’s the time dad got home every day. Leave me alone, Good-Bye Tobias.”

The cold glare I gave him could kill, another pair of boots could be heard but my eyes never left his. “You were supposed to be my big brother.” In a small whisper left my lips before turning back to the cafeteria. Eric stood at the end of the hallway with a curious look written on his face. “Come on Y/n, I am.” Tobias’s voice echoed, not even turning to meet his gaze. “You lost that title, You haven’t been in a long time. Do what you’re good at. Disappear, Tobias.” Before continuing to Eric as we made our way back.

“Don’t mean to pry but. Tobias? What is he to you?” Eric asked as we sat with our food in front of us. Sitting criss-cross on the bench I look over, “Tobias- I mean Four grew up together. But you would collect that since you heard our argument.” Giving a small smirk at the end taking a swig of water from my cup, he chuckled placing some of the ripped up biscuit into his mouth. “Sorry bout that, but like I said I was gonna come to look for ya. So you’re old friends?”

Finishing the food in my mouth I answered, “Well not exactly a friend. A friend you can rip off like a bandaid, painful but gone. Nope. To- Four was like cancer, you can’t get rid of it. Somehow, he comes back. But I thought he was gone for good. Shows how much I know.” I chuckle coldly eating a bit more, we sat in short silence. I could see the gears turning. Before the girl from before sat down next to me, a- Tris was her name. “Can I help you?” I ask before plopping food into my mouth, she tugged at her long black sleeves. “I wanted to thank you for earlier, he was being a jerk. And teaching me how to...” She mumbled off, “Throwing a hook? No problem Rookie. Now if ya please, go back to your chair before Four thinks he can sit over here.” I grumble the last part, letting out a heavy sigh when Four plops down across from me.

Standing from the table I turn and go up the stairs the second Four sat. Clenching my jaw I quickly make my way up the stairs and to the roof, slamming the door shut and grumbling. “Who the fuck he think he is? Walking in like he fucking did nothing? God, I wish I didn’t love him!” I rant sitting on the ledge letting my feet dangle.

“You love Four?” I heard an angry voice from the doorway, his chest puffed up. Looking over at Eric, “Trust me, not the way you think. Come. Pop a squat.” I pat the cement next to me, he was at my side within seconds. “Then how do you love Tobias?”

I gulped looking longing at the bright lights against the dark sky, “Tobias is- was my big brother. We had a rough childhood. My dad was an ass, and when my mom ran away he lost it. He took out that rage on me because Tobias ran into the shadows. He left me 7 years ago, I was 7 at the time. I never knew where he went, or if he was alive. I fought to get things since dad was broke, hence to now sitting on a roof with a ruggedly handsome man explaining why I want to kill a number.” I chuckled at the end, Eric watched as I spoke about my childhood.

I don’t hide it. Because simply I don’t care about my childhood. I won't start crying because of it, not how I was built.

“Brother? So I have a chance?” He smiled, letting out a laugh I replied. “Yes. Yes, you do Eric.”

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cravingmarvel · 6 years ago

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Sleep

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Death (oops), cheating

“Cause there ain’t no way that I’m sorry for what I did”

A/N: And who thought that my next Bucky one shot wouldn’t be sad? hahaha This is kinda loosely inspired by Sleep by My Chemical Romance. I don’t know why I thought of this song while writing this, but I did. If you can catch the lyrics I’ll love you forever hahahah Also this isn’t my best work but this idea has been in my head for a while

Enjoy! 💕

Also the parts that are written in italic are the reader telling little stories from the past.

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I closed the door to mine and Bucky’s apartment and walked straight to the living room. I put my bag on the couch and looked around, he wasn’t there. I just came back from a trip to Hawaii with my best friend, Julia.

Two years ago Natasha introduced me to Bucky Barnes at her birthday party, saying how alike we are and that we would get along very well. We stood at the bar looking over the crowd that started to get bigger and bigger by the hour. Tony wanted to make sure she had a ‘banging’ birthday party, but the people that were close to her knew that she would’ve been fine with just watching a movie and eating some snacks.

And it was true, we did get along very well. We talked about everything we wanted to share at the time. Bucky was still a little bit careful with his words and whether he wanted to share something or not. He often tiptoed around topics and thought before he spoke. But that wasn’t a problem, I knew who he was and what he had done, to an extent. So we just kept talking about life as it was and what we hoped the future would bring.

I walked into the kitchen hoping to see if he was about to make dinner, but the kitchen was empty as well, also lacking any sign of Bucky. I walked towards the fridge to get myself a bottle of water, that’s when I saw two plates in the sink with remaining pieces of fresh food on them. Why would he get two plates? Was someone else here? He would’ve told me if someone was coming over, right?

He asked me on a date a week after the party and according to Nat he needed some reassuring. She told me that he thought I was ‘too pretty for him and that I was probably just talking to him to be nice’ so she talked some sense into him, and I was glad she did.

He invited me to the tower to make dinner for us and to my surprise, he was exceptionally good at cooking. “Wow, why are you so good at this?” I said as he smiled and looked down.

“I have a lot of time and it calms me down. I get so caught up in cooking that I forget everything else.”

“So what’s this called? I don’t think I’ve ever had this.” I could see the excitement in his face. If he could talk about cooking all day, he would.

“Ratatouille.”

Ever since that night we would eat ratatouille on our monthly anniversaries.

I opened the oven to see what he made and to my surprise he made Ratatouille. It’s not our anniversary so why would he make that? He never makes it for anyone else. He said to me that it reminds him of one of the greatest evenings he ever had and that he never wants to make it for anyone else but me. So why did he make it? He made our special dish for someone else.

We shared our first kiss after being together for two months. All my friends thought it was weird that we haven’t kissed yet, but they don’t know him like I do. He’s cautious, fragile and always looking out for danger or anyone trying to hurt him, physically or emotionally. So it wasn’t a surprise that he only made physical contact when needed. Yeah, we held hands but only after a month of being together, so it was special that he wanted to kiss me.

We sat on the couch whilst watching a movie neither of us really enjoyed. But we appreciated the others company, to have someone by your side knowing they care about you and that’s all we needed. He turned his head to look at me and ever so gently cupped my right cheek, turning my head to look at him.

“Is something wrong?” He smiled at me at took my hand in his.

“Can I kiss you?”

I couldn’t speak knowing how much this meant to him. This was a huge step for us but mainly for him. He slowly moved his head towards mine and stopped right as our lips brushed against each other. He looked me in the eyes one last time searching for any disagreement, realising there wasn’t, he pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around my waist. His lips were soft and I could tell he put Chap Stick on before I came over.

“Bucky?” I yelled out but no one answered. I went down the hallway, smiling at the thought of him being in bed tangled in the sheets cuddling a pillow. He says that he does it when he misses me while I’m gone for a long time.

Right as I reached the bedroom door, I heard laughter. A women’s laugh. I stopped in my tracks and felt my chest tighten. It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat, squeezing. Despite my body feeling like it’s suddenly made out of cement, I opened the door. My brain was on fire trying to comprehend what was in front of me. I breathed slowly but deep. Here he is, in bed tangled in the sheets but he’s not cuddling a pillow, no. He is hugging my best friend, Natasha.

I have seen some awful things in my life, but none of those things have made my knees so weak. None of them made me forget to breathe.

He jumped out of our bed with only his underwear on. His hair is messy, the kind of messy hair you get after you just had sex. And Natasha doesn’t look so innocent herself trying to cover her naked chest.

“Y/n I can explain.”

After a year of being in our relationship, Bucky got the idea that it would be great to move in together. I, on the other hand, was sceptical. I didn’t want him to rush anything, but he told me that he had been thinking about this for a while and so we moved into our two bedroom apartment.

“What can you explain? It’s pretty clear to me what is happening here.” I looked over to Natasha and all I wanted to do is kill her. “How long? How long have you been doing this, huh?” He didn’t even look guilty.

“Two years.”

I put my hands in my hair trying to compose myself but failing. “So, the whole time we’ve been together, you have been sleeping with her—“ I pointed to Nat “my best friend.” I could smell her strawberry perfume in the room and all I wanted to do is throw up.

“I’m sorry I never said anything, but I—“

“Are you? Are you sorry? Because it sure as hell doesn’t look like it to me.”

“I don’t know.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled at Natasha. “She understands me on a level that you don’t” I took a step back to create distance between him and I.

And that’s when I heard the gunshot.

I looked down at the ground only to see blood. Bucky collapsed to his knees and fell over on his back. I heard Natasha scream in the background somewhere but my focus was elsewhere.

I placed the gun down and kneeled next to his head. He spoke incoherently and I didn’t even try to understand him.

“Sleep, just sleep. There ain’t no way that I’m sorry for what I did.”

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spn-imagines-nation · 7 years ago

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Each year, for her

Title: Each year, for her

Author: @spn-imagines-nation ; Eirin

Pairing & characters: JohnxReader, Sam and Dean (mentioned)

Word Count: 4,125

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, metions of war, mention of death, bittersweet end

A/N: It’s my first try with this kind of story, hope you’ll like it, I really wanted to write this. I don’t see many JohnxReader and I wanted to give it a shot like this. This oneshot is inspired by this Imagine → 🖋 ! And it was requested by Anonymous, thanks for that btw ! Can you write a John x reader please ? I want to specify that I’m not an expert with all the Marines stuff, so sorry if it’s not exact ! Also, it was kinda difficult to deal with the dates, so I don’t put any and please don’t pay attention to this while reading !

Summary: We all know that John loved Mary deeply, even after her tragic death. But even when his life was perfect, he went off once a year, he escaped this life to remember her. This woman was his first real love, she was his everything. So each year, he goes to see her. Memories are strong. And they can change anyone.

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤ English isn’t our first language, sorry for that!

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This year was harder than the last. John knew that. Dean is just a 20 years old young man and he is already as good as his father with the hunt, even if John don’t let him hunt by himself yet. But Sam is 16, and the father-son relationship his pretty frail if we add a teenager and a hunting life. John knew that wasn’t the best moment to leave them, but he couldn’t miss his appointment. He took his bag and let a message for Dean. With the Impala, he drove to the town of Appleton, Wisconsin.

He arrived and waited until dusk falls to sneak between the graves of St Mary cemetery. He knew where she was by heart, even with the lack of light, he could recognize her grave and read her name.

Y/N Y/L/N

He stood for a moment, staring at the grave, before dropping the flowers he had bought earlier at his feet. In front of all that, he let out a huge and trembling sigh. His eyes began to get wet too. Guilt and regret. Each year, those feeling invade him. And each time he comes here, he remember every details about her and their story. This year was no exception to the rule.

John knew that night will be his last night of free time. Tomorrow, he would have to go for three months. Nobody told him that the journey to be a Marine would be easy, and he was aware of it. He said goodbye to his mom and went to the bar to drink one last glass. He was a regular, but this time, his seat was taken by a woman. He giggled, sitting right beside her and gave her a look. She didn’t pay attention at first, or at least she didn’t give him any attention, but with his insistence, she turned her head toward him.

“Before you try, I’m not here for your money, so if you wanna talk, then do it, don’t keep looking at me like this, we could believe you saw a monster.

_ Well, you’re pretty blunt. It’s just that usually I take your place to drink a glass or two. And I’m pretty sure you never came here before. Otherwise I would have noticed you.”

She laughed a little before looking at the barman who nodded. She drank a little and looked at John after putting her glass on the table.

“My name is Y/N. And I’m sorry for your sit mister ? _ John. _ Well, I’ll free your sit John, I have to go but it was kind of nice to meet you.”

She winked before paying her drink and leave. John didn’t stay much time neither, he had quite some kilometers to do to go at the Marine Center.

The next day, he finally reached his destination. Many men and women were here for the final step in their training. After showing his notification to one of the supervisors, he went to meet some guys who were already packed together. He knew some of the people who were here, mostly men. The last ones arrived and some of his new comrades whistled.

“Well, it seems we will have some girls with us. _ The brunette isn’t just a girls, did you really look at her ?”

John laughed with the others before looking at the three women who arrived. And he was pretty surprised to see the one he met the night before hugging a man with an US Army uniform before coming toward them. She was pretty surprised to see him to but smiled while just passing by.

“She was looking at you Winchester. You lucky guy !”

Good time was over. After calling everyone, the training began. The first two weeks were intense for everyone. But all of them knew what they would endure down there. Their only break was the lunch time with all the new recruits. This day, John and two of his friends stopped by the only table able to add three more people.

“Can we join you ladies ? _ Depends if you want to eat and hearing some boring stuff about my dog and his new toy. _ I’m prepared for anything.”

Both John and Y/N laughed before she moved her head as an approval after she looked at her friend. The Winchester and her were in the same training group. he was pretty impressed by her endurance and strong mind. Some of them had already giving up, and many women did. That was hard for everyone, but even more for them generally. They started to know each other well, as they would spend the next eleven weeks together or even more if they were lucky. He, for example, learned that the man she hugged before the beginning of all this was his older brother and that she had another one, also in the US Army. This is the kind of things the recruits shared while they were eating together, because it’s usually what brings them in that kind of crazy journey : their family.

After the lunchtime was over, the training continued. The more weeks passed, the more psychological the training became. More and more people were dropping out and the training groups were becoming battalions. They became families. Trust was their cement and the instructors were there to put all that to the test. This was extremely difficult for Y/N, one of only two women in the group. Prejudices and sometimes sexist remarks from some of her comrades became more and more strong as the program progressed. But she wasn’t that easy to break, although it didn’t leave her of marble once she was back to the women’s barrack. This time, while she was talking with John and some others, a man stood up and looked at her before yelling.

“How can you still be here? You still didn’t understand that this isn’t a place for you ? A woman isn’t meant to be Marines ! _ Maybe. But still you’re at the bottom of the classement and I’m in the top. I succeed the last test, you didn’t. And you’re saying I’m the one who isn’t in her place ? _ So how did you paid the officers ? With your money or just as a little slut ?”

She was silent for a moment. She heard some laughs and some whispers. Suddenly she stood up and punched the man before twisting his arm and putting it behind his back and throwed him on the ground without releasing him. He grunted.

“You bitch ! _ Believe what you want, but when I’ll be higher-ranked than you, it will be because I have been able to listen and take advantage of what I have learned. You, you will remain an fool who knows only how to spit out his venom on others to pretend to be a man. Tell me, is that really being a Marines for you ? ‘Cause if that’s the case, you make me pity.”

A huge silence reigned around them while she let it go and walked away, anger being readable in her eyes. John followed her and took her arm.

“Hey. _ If you don’t want me to break your arm, let me go Winchester. _ Nobody will call you a slut Y/L/N, you’re one of the best. He is a dick, everyone know that. _ You’re too naive. For one who says it, at least ten are thinking the same without saying it. I’m aware. You’re a man, but for a woman ? Being a solider is ten times more complicated. I’m fine. I’m just not in the mood. Now, let me go.”

She looked straight at him while she was talking. She was stronger than he thought, he saw it, he felt it. He admired her for that. He let her go, hoping tomorrow would be better. With the mounths, John and the beautiful warrior she was appeared to know each other better and even surprise each other to enjoy their mutual company.

Ironically, when all this madness was finally over, she had an assignment for her first choice when her attacker couldn’t choose his. And she was pretty happy to go in the same place than John. They had three week free to celebrate and to prepare themselves for what was coming next. Plus, Thanksgiving was near and all of them were happy to finally go home for this.

“John ! _ Y/N. Still there ? I thought you were already gone. _ Well, I was talking with Molly while packing, my brother isn’t here yet. How’s your mom ? _ She can’t be home for Thanksgiving, she was invited by her employee and she already said yes. _ Wait, don’t tell me you planned to be alone for Thanksgiving ? _ With one or two bottles maybe. _ Jesus, you can’t be serious Winchester ! You’re coming with me. _ Sorry ?! _ Not a question, this is an order.”

She laughed before stealing his bag and running as fast as she could with him chasing her. In the end, he accepted, after she put his back in her brother’s truck. That was a long way from their old base to Appleton, Wisconsin. She told him everything he needed to know about her family : two brothers in the US Army, a former Marines officer as a father and a florist as a mother. And of course the family dog, Harley, a Golden Retriever. He saw another aspect of her, her happy side. She seemed so excited to go home, and especially to see her two brothers at the same time. When they finally arrived, the first thing she did was hugging the tall man who was waiting for the car. He looked at John with a very surprised look.

“Who is he ? _ Robb, I present you John Winchester. He was my fellow at the training base and we are assigned to the same base. _ I see. And why did you bring him here ? You never bought any of your friends for Thanksgiving. _ He was alone, I couldn’t let that happened ! And beside, it’s because you’re that protector I never brought anyone.”

She took the bag and went into the house while her brother interrogated John a little, which made him a bit uncomfortable in the first place. But the mother came to rescue him and greeted him with a warm smile. The rest of the evening was dedicated to chill.

When the night came, John was sat on the garden step, looking at the sky. The young girl came with a beer for him.

“Sorry for my brothers, they never stop. _ If I had a sister like you, I would be worred too when she would come home with a guy I never saw. _ Good point. But we both know you’re not a bad guy.”

She smiled softly, staring at him. He drank a little before noticing she hadn’t taken her eyes off of him.

“I’m not here for your money, so if you wanna talk, then do it, don’t keep looking at me like this, we could believe you saw a monster. _ Don’t stole my lines Winchester ! _ Hey, you were the one who was staring at me this time ! _ That’s not a good reason.”

They both laughed and drank. They stayed silent a while before she broke the silence.

“Thank you. For what you did back there. _ What ? _ The guys told me that you were defending me when I wasn’t here to do it myself. They also said that they were puzzled by your conviction when it comes to me. _ I will kill them. _ Why did you hide it ? I don’t bite you know. _ I know you. I mean, we spent three months together and I admired you all that time. I still do. You’re smarter, braver than the most of us, you say what’s needed to be said and, I won’t lie, you’re freaking pretty. So yeah, I don’t want you to be mistaken. _ By what ? By the fact you have a crush on me ?”

He almost spitted the beer he had in his mouth. He looked at her, thinking she may be joking but he saw she seemed pretty serious.

“You really thought I didn’t noticed ? You weren’t that discreet you know. Perhaps I wasn’t neither. _ What ? _ Molly and the boys told me that ‘cause they noticed how I was looking at you too. You really didn’t noticed ? _ I… No. _ Well, you’re really stupid Winchester. _ So do you ! _ Maybe. But, as you said, I’m smarter.”

She put her bottle down and, with one and on his cheek, kissed him softly, closing her eyes. That was brief but everything was said. She looked at him after getting away from him. She was just smiling, and she was beautiful like this. None of them was prepared to this, they were just two 18 years old new Marines, conscient of the war their country was leading. It took two days to John to finally ask her to go on a diner with him, and one more day for them to share the same sheets, thought Y/N’s brothers were here to make him understand he better took care of their little sister now.

The Winchester spend Thanksgiving with her family and some days after, they started to look for their new home in their future new town. After all, they had just one and half week left to move. She let out a huge sign.

“Why everything is that big ? I’m alone and all the houses in the military district could welcome all my family and the neighbours ! _ Many of them have a fiancee, a wife or a husband, maybe some kids too. What did you expect ? _ Something for me John. Do you really think I want to live in a huge house alone ? I don’t want to feel lonely everytime I’m home you know. _ Then maybe you don’t need to be alone.”

She gave him a inquisitive look while she put her papers down. She moved towards the couch to sitting in front of him who was sit at the desk, looking tenderly at her.

“Speak your mind, I don’t get your point. _ I’m just saying that maybe we could find something together. I mean, it will be easier and I’m okay with you around so. _ Are you asking me to live with you ? _ Why not ? We’re not affected at the same unite, and I like you. Let’s have a place where we will just be you and me, not Marines. What do you say ?”

She bit her lower lips before standing up and coming sitting on his laps.

“I say let’s give it a shot.”

Right before she saw his smile, she put her lips on his, her hands behind his neck. They started to search for both of them, anxiety coming to their hearts knowing what their decision implied.

The week after, they were finally installed. They picked a little house in the military district, or, at least, the smallest they could find. They had two bedrooms, an office, two bathrooms with one linked to the master bedroom, a good living room and kitchen. They even had a garden. Neither of them dreamt of this, but they didn’t complain once they unpacked the last box. They sat on their couch with a beer on their hand.

“That was the last. _ Good. I was going to die if we had to unpack another. _ We didn’t bring that much, did we ? _ My parents and your mom sent some stuff. And we both know their interpretation of “some.” ”

John sniggered and took some sips of his beer. In three day, they will be Marines for good. They will have to wait to be send with the others at the front in Vietnam. They trained for that.

“Same place, but different team. At least we won’t get bored of each other. _ It’s our duty. Remember it. We’re not young people anymore, we are soldiers. It’s not fair but we have to do it. _ Don’t be so serious Y/N, they won’t send us now. We just arrived and we don’t know our teammates. _ I know it’s just… _ I know you want to make him proud but if you become obsessed with this war, you will be killed, and your dad wouldn’t be able to tell you how much he’s proud Y/N, nobody would be able to do it. And there’s no way I let you do that, you hear me ?”

She stayed silent, looking only at her burning liquor before drinking it.

They spend almost an entire year together, becoming a real couple when they went home, and excellent soldier and brother and sister in arms for their new family. But, even if they were young, they knew their life could be short. They wanted to be together, to have their life, their family. They tried. Sadly, the Y/E/C-eyed woman lost the only thing she wanted before going to the front : she lost a child. She told John the minute she knew it, and they agreed to call him William Edward, as her father and John’s second name, if it was a boy and Millie Grace if it was a girl. They were prepared for that, hell they wanted this baby in their life. But she lost it. She never let anyone saw this pain that killed her inside. She was ready to kill her enemy with her rifle, but she felt guilty as Hell for this unborn human, for what she did to her beloved’s heart. Even John couldn’t break her proud and strong mask, no matter how many times he tried. She became corporal, like John. They both had their men, their team, their secrets. But their home wasn’t two corporals’, it was John and Y/N’s. They had their fight about their convictions or about their methods, leading one of them to sleep on the couch sometimes. But they also had some happy times together such as taking a bath together and finishing to have to clean the sheets again. They thought about having a dog, they invited their coworkers to barbecues, went to some too. But one day, the news fell : many teams needed to go on the front, including theirs. This time was the first they brought work through the door. And they were fighting hardly.

“You can’t go Y/N ! It’s been what, two months ?! You’re colder and we both know why ! _ Don’t you dare telling me that I can’t do my job John, you hear me ?! My men need me and I won’t let them down because you think I’m weak ! _ You lost a child ! Anyone would be weak after that ! It’s not your duty, it’s suicide ! _ Shut up !”

She threw a glass with anger and tears in her eyes. Her hands came to surround her face while she was sobbing.

“I’m ready to die for my country. Staying here… That will end me John. I need to go, I need to do what I have to do. We need to win this war. Men and women are waiting they half, kids are waiting their parents, and people need to be saved. _ What about me ? I can’t lose you. I don’t want to. I should tell you to retire after what happened. You lost it after your team stopped a terrorist attack on our base. _ You’re right. You should. And I would have say I won’t. I came to fight in this war. I won’t miss it because I’m afraid of living. Living frightens me, not fighting you’re what I believe in. _ Then promise me something.”

He came towards her and took her left hand while his other hand came to her cheek. First, he kissed her long with all the love he got before talking again.

“After that, we will stop. We will live. I will be there. And I will ask you properly. _ Wha-… _ Promise me Y/N. _ … I promise you John. After winning this fucking war, I will.”

The war was merciless. But, after months of Hell down there, the victory was here. And when John put his foot on the tarmac, he couldn’t help but feeling happy for what was to come, despite of numerous friends he lost. But when he saw his beloved’s plane landed in hurry with numerous injured soldiers, his breath stopped. That was worse when he saw her, with bloody flank and closed eyes. She was rushed to the nearest military hospital. He didn’t sleep or eat, he couldn’t go back to their home without her, not after all this. When the nurse finally exited the room they put her, he stood up and looked at her.

“How bad ? _ Apparently she got injured when the last enemies tried to kill the last soldiers on departure. Not enough oxygen or band so she gave hers to one of her men. _ What are you trying to say ? _ I’m sorry mister, but she don’t have much time left now, the external hemorrhage is controlled but the internal damages… _ How long ? _ … _ How long ? _ I hope she will pass the night but…”

He couldn’t let her finish and rushed by her side. She looked terrible : pale as never, tired, injuried, dying. She hardly turned her head towards him, tears showing on her face. She felt that she didn’t have a lot of time left. The Winchester couldn’t contain his tears while he took her hand in his, shaking.

“I’m sorry John… _ Why ? Why did you do that ? Why did you… _ I wanted to be selfish… I planned to… But this man, I know him, I know his wife. He left her pregnant, he had a son or a daughter who would have never know him… I just… I couldn’t John. I had to… _ This is a nightmare, please God… _ God can’t do anything now, except let me die without pain… _ Don’t say that. _ What did you want to ask me ?”

They were crying, knowing their dream will die with her. He lost everything in this war. He hid his face a moment.

“Will you marry me ? _ Yes. If only I could. _ Fuck, why you, why did it have to be you ? _ I don’t know John. But you have to listen.”

She coughed violently, missing a breath. She was suffering as never before and it could be seen on her face.

“You have to keep our promise. You have to live. Be happy, marry, have kids… I don’t want to bury you with me John. _ I can’t Y/N, I… _ You have too, please John, I beg you. Finish what we wanted to start… Please.”

Again, she coughed so hard she thought her lungs were exiting her body. She had a hard time to breath and looked at him, asking for a last kiss which he gave her. He stayed with her, crying softly, seeing her agonizing for hours before she passed away.

He spend months alone with bottles after her funerals. He felt guilty. He couldn’t face her family, even if her mother told him he will always be welcome after all he did for her beloved daughter. It took times, but he finally moved out to another city and tried to live again. He only kept her identification plates as the last thing she carried with her. He let all the pictures to her family, all her stuff. He couldn’t. Seeing all that was too hard, and he wanted to keep his promise, the last he had made to her. He would not forget, but he had to leave all this without looking back, even though it seemed difficult.

Finally, little by little, he found a new peace in his life, a new start, and met a girl named Mary… We all know the rest.

Each year, he remembered her laugh in the house, her lips, her touch. He remembered their fights, their joyful moments too.

“I hope you’re proud Y/N. I miss you, you know ?”

And he came each year, until the end.

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placetobenation · 5 years ago

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What a week!

Of course, you expect a lot of things to change when the Royal Rumble hits and the Road to WrestleMania begins. But what we got this past seven days from the WWE was simply amazing!

A huge crowd, solid storytelling and a surprise return that’s turned the WWE on its edge is where we begin for that fateful night in Houston.

Roman Reigns keeps his strong Royal Rumble performance going by not only defeating King Corbin in the opening match, but Reigns also goes nearly an hour in the Rumble match itself before being the final elimination by winner Drew McIntyre.

Then, in the women’s Rumble match, Bianca Belair makes her mark with a 33:20 stay and eight eliminations before being ousted. Beth Phoenix not only returns, lasting until the final five, but does it with a gutsy performance that saw her blonde locks turn red after being posted in the back of the head by Belair. In the end, it’s a tremendous finish as Charlotte Flair ousts Shayna Baszler, who eliminated eight superstars herself, with a leg scissors and flip over the top rope. Nice to see Molly Holly, Kelly Kelly and of course, Santina Morella too!

The Fiend outlasts Daniel Bryan to keep his Universal Title. You have to wonder if Roman Reigns is up next for Bray Wyatt at WrestleMania.

Not to be outdone, Brock Lesnar eliminates the first 13 men to start the Rumble match! Now that’s Beastly! In a great bit of detail, Lesnar gets eliminated after Riccochet low blows him (payoff for Brock’s RAW ballshot) and McIntyre claymores Lesnar over the top rope. The shock on Lesnar and Paul Heyman’s face is worth the price of admission. Also, I loved Lesnar’s “who’s this MF’er” when Keith Lee came out at #15. It’s that attention to detail that makes the payoff all the more sweet! It’s almost like we got two Rumbles – the Lesnar part and then the McIntyre part. Well done!

And then, there was Edge! After nine years away in retirement due to his neck injury, Edge comes in at #21 and makes a moment with his former Rated RKO superstar Randy Orton. It wasn’t until one night later that we would see the ultimate payoff in that one.

Get yourself a man like @otiswwe!#RoyalRumble #WomensRumble pic.twitter.com/0dFYJu8lOj

— WWE Universe (@WWEUniverse) January 27, 2020

Oh yeah, nice save Otis! I’m sure Mandy Rose enjoyed the ride!

Star of the Week:

Edge and Beth Phoenix – How could we not give it to the new first couple of WWE? Both returned to the WWE ring with complete fanfare for their Rumble matches. Both showed amazingly well even despite Beth’s injury. Then, the explanation by Edge as to how he came back and subsequent dastardly, cowardly acts by Orton on RAW gave us an incredible end to Monday night and the beginning to what should be a twist-and-turning Road to WrestleMania in Tampa in April.

RAW

RESULTS

Drew McIntyre defeated The O.C. (Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows)

Rey Mysterio,Jr. defeated MVP

Aleister Black defeated Kenneth Johnson

Raw Tag Team Title Match: Buddy Murphy & Seth Rollins defeated Kevin Owens & Samoa Joe to retain the titles

US Title Match: Humberto Carrillo defeated Champion Andrade (DQ)

Charlotte defeated Asuka (DQ when Kairi Sane interfered)

24/7 Title Match: Champion Mojo Rawley defeated No Way Jose; R-Truth defeated Mojo Rawley; Mojo Rawley defeated R-Truth

Liv defeated Lana

Erick Rowan defeated Branden Vice

What we loved:

R… K… No! Instead of a #RatedRKO reunion, @RandyOrton delivered an #RKO on his former pal @EdgeRatedR. #RAW pic.twitter.com/SaBtASLiDc

— WWE (@WWE) January 28, 2020

The return story – Edge’s explanation, straight from the heart, as to how, why and the struggle to come back to a WWE ring was perfect. And then, to have Randy Orton come out, reunite, hug and then stab his former friend in the back with an RKO left the live crowd and tv audience speechless. Then, a conchairto to further injure Edge’s neck cemented Orton’s dark place in Heelville, a place that suits Orton best. Can’t wait to see how this unfolds.

And if ya don't know, now ya know.#WrestleMania @BrockLesnar @DMcIntyreWWE pic.twitter.com/SVY6onsV9J

— WWE WrestleMania (@WrestleMania) January 28, 2020

Drew picks Brock – Why drag it out! Drew wants Brock. Brock wants Drew. Let’s get to the physicality between these two heavyweights! The question will be how do the fill the six weeks until Tampa with enough intrigue.

Charlotte picks … no one – I, for one, am glad they are not trying to shove another Charlotte vs. Becky match down our collective throats. Charlotte vs. Bayley would be nice. But, I’d rather see Charlotte vs. either NXT Champion Rhea Ripley or Shayna Baszler. Those two matches have a big-match feel to them if built up properly. And oh yeah, BTW, interesting how no one came to Flair’s rescue when she was getting double-teamed by the Kabuki Warriors. Hmmmmm….

MVP’s last WWE match – Even if it was just for 24 hours, we got MVP back and MVP vs. Rey Mysterio, Jr. one more time.

What we didn’t love:

Bye bye Andrade – With his 30-day suspension at hand, you knew they were going to find a way to write Andrade off tv for a month. Humberto Carillo’s face-plant on the concrete floor does that and makes for title match down the road between these two in Tampa. Making chicken salad out of you know what there folks. Had to be done and a title switch was too soon in this feud.

Erick Rowan – broken record for the past countless number of RAW episodes. Squash match, no reveal of the cage. Blah, blah, blah. It better be something good in there!

Liv vs. Lana – After a white-hot wedding, this one’s fizzled out quicker than a candle in a rainstorm. Two minutes for a match and the boys banned from ringside. No payoff on the Liv angle with no story being told. Such a bad follow-up, but not unexpected.

NXT

Finn Balor defeated Trent Seven

Shotzi Blackheart defeated Deonna Purrazzo

Dominik Dijakovic defeated Damian Priest

Tegan Nox defeated Dakota Kai

Kayden Carter defeated Chelsea Green

Dusty Rhodes Tag Team Classic Finals: The Broserweights (Matt Riddle & Pete Dunne) defeated Grizzled Young Veterans (Zack Gibson & James Drake)

Things that may you go hmmmm…

What has @NXTCiampa done?!?!?! #WWENXT pic.twitter.com/6Ccp0gqMKS

— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) January 30, 2020

Ciampa vs. Cole – Was it me or did Tommaso Ciampa do all the bad stuff yet still got all the cheers? Beating up The Undisputed Era, bullying his way to a title shot and then signing the contract in his own blood. Don’t get me wrong, Cole’s a bad dude too, I just like the tweener role for both guys who are not quite babyfaces and not quite heels. Grey fits them well. Hmmmm……

Balor vs. Seven – Was it me or did Seven look a little too good against Balor? Just sayin. Hmmmm….

NXT Women’s Championship – With no Rhea Ripley or Shayna Baszler, it left me longing for what they will do next. Seemed odd that it wasn’t even addressed, not even a little bit. Hmmmm…..

COOLEST entrance of the decade right here!

Everyone's talking about @Shotziblack on #WWENXT! pic.twitter.com/VApZ7JtRD9

— WWE (@WWE) January 30, 2020

Shotzi’s tank – If you’re a fan of social media (and who’s not), was Blackheart’s ride to the ring in a miniature tank a nod to AEW’s Sammy Guerra’s knock to the old WWF invasion over the weekend in Sammy’s hometown of Houston? Hmmmm…..

SMACKDOWN

RESULTS

Smackdown Tag Team Championship #1 Contender’s Match: The Miz & John Morrison defeated The Revival (Scott Dawson & Dash Wilder), The Lucha House Party (Gran Metalik& Lince Dorado), & Heavy Machinery (Otis & Tucker)

Alexa Bliss & Nikki Cross defeated Fire & Desire (Mandy Rose & Sonya Deville)

Intercontinental Title Match: Braun Strowman defeated Shinsuke Nakamura to win title

Sheamus defeated Chad Gable

Losers Eat Dog Food Match: Reigns & The Usos defeated King Corbin, Dolph Ziggler & Robert Roode

What we loved:

Happy Valentine’s Day Otis – Heavy Machinery may not have won the #1 contender’s match for the tag team titles, but Otis My Man has himself a Valentine’s Day date with Mandy Rose. What could go wrong!

January would end like this.#SmackDown @BaronCorbinWWE pic.twitter.com/5cgTkBPyCy

— WWE Universe (@WWEUniverse) February 1, 2020

The end of Reigns vs. Corbin – Here’s hoping with the dog food payoff by Reigns over Corbin, we get the end to this underwhelming and long feud. Both need to move on.

Champion Braun – Well, it’s been awhile since we’ve seen the exposed turnbuckle backfire but it works to Strowman’s advantage as he wins the I-C Title! Plus, could this be the crack that gets Nakamura vs. Sami Zayn? Shinsuke can’t be happy with Zayn’s mistake that ultimately cost him his championship.

This Week in WWE History – Love looking back especially when we get a Rock vs. Mankind empty arena match from 1999’s Super Bowl to look back at. Halftime Heat was really cool back in the day!

What we didn’t like:

Super Smackdown? – I get that FOX wants to make sure that we know that they have the Super Bowl on FOX Sunday, but there’s was nothing really SUPER about this Smackdown. Good, but not great and no real surprises like we had on RAW earlier in the week. A pair of rematches from past Smackdowns and the Royal Rumble does not make a Friday night SUPER my friends. Next week, we get the return of the Dirt Sheet with Miz & Morrison and Firefly Funhouse.

Parting shots:

I know the Road to WrestleMania is just starting, but I wonder if we’ll get exits including The Undertaker or Ronda Rousey this year. Eventually, I’m sure, we’ll get the very final sighting of the Dead Man, but will it be in Tampa, Saudi Arabia or somewhere else in 2020. As for Rousey, I’d love to see her back, although it seems unlikely according to her social media game.

Welcome to RAW Tom Phillips. It was good to hear him replace Vic Joseph as the voice of Monday Nights. Nothing against Joseph, but Phillips is a bit more energetic for my tastes. Not so sure we needed a return of Byron Sexton though. Phillips and the King would be just fine IMHO.

WrestleMania card (confirmed to date): WWE Championship – Brock Lesnar vs. Drew McIntyre

Thanks for letting us share our thoughts! Shoot me an email at [email protected]. We’d love to hear your comments and suggestions! You can also check out my blog, The Crowe’s Nest as we delve into more pro wrestling, sports entertainment and the World of Sports. My apologies ahead of time – I AM a Patriots and Red Sox fan! If you’re not down with that, I’ve got TWO WORDS for you… NEW ENGLAND!

#IFTTT #Place to Be Nation

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super-not-naturall · 7 years ago

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SPN Fanfic

-Y/N tries not to lose herself in her growing feelings for a certain Winchester-

(Eventual) Sam x Reader

1,529 Words

Warnings: Some (brief) insecurity/self-hate, Sammy feels (because that should def be a warning), sexual tension *over dramatically wiggles eyebrows at you*

A/N: This is part 7 to Poisonous Soul aka pretty much the only thing I’ve been writing lately (sorry for those who aren’t interested in it.) This part is kinda of just a short little thing that is gonna lead up to our next part (which is gonna be longer, sorry not sorry) but I just wanted to say thank you again to everyone for their kind words and reactions to my past fics. I feel like no matter what I say, y’all will never understand just how much you mean to me (it’s a lot btw.) Just know that you guys are my family and I love you so much!! As always, feedback is encouraged and appreciated!

*I do not own any supernatural characters and/or gifs that I may use!

I dream of black eyes and blood soaked cement.

Instead of a stranger, though, the demon has EmmaLee by her hair and is holding a knife to her throat.

“Where are the Winchesters, Y/N?” She asks, pressing the blade into Emmy’s skin, “Better hurry; I’m not very patient.”

I try to scream, but it’s as if there’s something lodged in my throat and I can’t make a sound.

“You sure you don’t want to give me an answer?” Her lips curl into a smile, as she breaks skin; scarlet liquid drips down Emmy’s throat, leading a trail down her neck to her collar bone.

I fight the chains and try to beg the demon to stop; to take me instead, but I’m too weak and still no sound comes out.

The demon shrugs with a smirk, “Okay, have it your way then.”

With a quick flick of her wrist, the blade slices through EmmaLee’s throat. Blood pours from the wound and onto the concrete floor, her blue eyes staring lifelessly back at me.

“NO!”

I jerk awake, sweat dripping down my back and causing my shirt to stick to me like a second skin.

I instinctively look at the clock beside me to see that it’s around 6:00 in the morning; too early to be awake yet too late to fall back asleep.

I glance over at the cot across the room and find Dean’s tall frame sprawled in a position that does not look comfortable in the slightest.

I debate waking him up and telling him he can take my bed, but decide to just let him sleep. After everything I’ve put the guy and his brother through, he deserves some rest.

I write a quick note telling him I’m in the shower and not to worry if I’m gone when he wakes up.

I let my mind wander as the water runs over my skin; the heat making it turn a shade of pink.

I think of Sam, in his flannels that fit him in all the right places and his kind eyes that seem to see into the deepest parts of my soul. I think of the sadness that crossed his features in the diner when talking about his life growing up, and I wonder why he’s here: why he hasn’t left a life filled with monsters?

For a brief moment, I think that maybe that’s how we’re connected: maybe it’s the sadness that we hide underneath the kindness, or maybe we both feel trapped in the life that we live. I dismiss the thought quickly, though; if that were the case, Sam would be connected to the majority of the human population.

The sound of the bathroom door opening, followed by the sound of flip-flops slapping against the tiled floor, pulls me from my thoughts.

I quickly finish my shower and head back to my room to find Dean missing from his make-shift bed.

I pick up the sticky-note I left for Dean to see that he has left a message of his own underneath mine,

Went to get grub, call if you’re in danger. -D

You’d think for someone so hell-bent on making sure I’m safe, he would have at least waited for me to get back before going and getting food.

Rolling my eyes, I crumple up the note and toss it in the trash.

Now that the mystery of the missing Dean has been solved, I decide to take advantage of my rare alone time by actually getting around in my room instead of in the bathroom, where everything seems to be coated with a layer of moisture.

I don’t quite feel like getting out of my fluffy robe yet, so I work on my hair first; quickly blow drying it and then adding a slight curl to my straight locks to make them wave. I then get started on covering up the large bruise on my forehead with some cover-up; I don’t get rid of the color completely, but am able to tone it down quite a bit. The rest of my makeup is easy; just some eyeliner and mascara with a little blush. Not quite satisfied with my face yet, I add some red lipstick to match the dress I’ll be wearing for the day, and hopefully draw some attention away from my forehead.

I pull on my dress, but before I can zip it up, I catch my reflection in my full-length mirror. I take a step closer and tilt my head, trying to figure out why it still doesn’t look right.

I run my hands down the length of the dress and try to convince myself that I look fine, more than fine, maybe even beautiful. But it doesn’t work.

I still look too curvy, and my skin is too pale, and even though I just did my hair, it still lays a little flat.

Frowning, I reach out and touch the glass, wishing, not for the first time, that I could change the person staring back at me.

The door behind me suddenly opens, making me jump.

I turn around to see Sam rush in and quickly close the door, probably trying to avoid being seen by the RA across the hall.

It takes him a moment to notice that I’m standing there, but when he does, his eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly. His gaze falls to my back which is uncovered from my unzipped dress; his cheeks flush and he turns around stammering out an apology.

“Sorry, I, uh, didn’t know you were, um, getting dressed.” His words run together, making me laugh.

“It’s fine, Sam.” I tell him, “In fact, do you want to help me out?”

He turns back around with raised brows, but he’s still not making eyes contact, “Help you out?”

“Zip me up?” I walk closer to him and turn around, giving him access to the zipper.

“Oh, yeah,” His fingers brush against the skin of my neck as he moves my hair out of the way, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

He raises the zipper slowly with one hand while the other rests on my lower back, keeping the fabric in place. The minute he’s finished, the weight of his hand disappears from my back, leaving it feeling abandoned and cold.

I turn around, not realizing just how close he is, and let out a small gasp.

He’s so tall that I have to tilt my head back to look into his eyes, but he’s made it a bit easier by ducking his head down slightly.

“Thanks.” I breathe out.

I try not to focus how he’s close enough that I can feel the warmth from his skin. I also don’t focus on the green in his irises or the gold surrounding his pupils to make it look as if the sun itself is shining in his eyes. And I definitely don’t focus on the way that we’re sharing the same air and how his hand has made its way back to my hip, and his lips are getting closer to mine.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean’s voice causes the both of us to jump apart and turn to the door where he is entering with a fast food bag, “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I-Oh, Sammy, you’re here! I got you one of those egg things you like.”

“An omelet?” Sam asks with a smirk, and just like that the spell is broken.

I walk to my closet and pull out a blazer and heels, trying to distract myself from my feelings for the youngest Winchester.

“Yeah, that thing,” Dean answers with a dismissive wave.

He looks over to where I’m pulling on the heels and lets out a low whistle, “Damn, Y/N, you look like a hot secretary.”

I roll my eyes at him with a small laugh, “Thanks, Dean. Just what every girl wants to hear,” I joke.

“It was a compliment.” He informs me, “Anyway, I got you some hash browns; you can eat them on the way if you promise not to get grease all over baby.”

I stand up and shrug the blazer on, giving Dean an are you serious look, “I’m not a child; I know how to eat without making a mess.”

“Dean’s an adult and he hasn’t learned how to eat without making a mess,” Sam interjects with a teasing grin thrown Dean’s way.

Dean just rolls his eyes and hands Sam the paper bag, “Let’s head out before there’s a lot of foot traffic in the hall.”

“Yes, sir.” I salute him with a smirk.

Dean tries to look annoyed with me, but the corners of his lips lift slightly and betray him.

“Come on, smart ass.” He shakes his head and walks out the door.

I follow him, forcing myself to look down at the phone in my hand and not into the hazel eyes trained on me. If I focus hard enough, I can still feel the weight of Sam’s hand on my waist, and I can almost imagine what could have happened if Dean hadn’t walked in.

-Part 8-

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madecunningly · 7 years ago

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I did an undergraduate econ degree mostly focused on stats and modeling and this is a really basic set of stats with some glaring flaws. (I also did a philosophy minor focusing on philosophy of science!)

bad analysis of your data set (canon gender ratios, uh huh) and poorly chosen descriptive stats (no mention of race, HMM, choosing “gender” as your tag to analyze for trans/nb, etc)

I’m not qualified to really unpack the issues around excluding race/ethnicity/even frigging what language the fic is in from this little presentation, but it’s a massive oversight.

even if you DON’T HAVE THE DATA, it needs mentioning. WHY don't you have that data? was it not included in the original survey? race/ethnicity are one of the foundational demographic measurements because it fucking matters. (also it's racist to pretend we don't see color in fandom, guys.)

(also, btw, when people ask for the original data source that, say, this slide deck relies on so they can do independent analysis and verify, telling them to go ask the slide deck’s author for their analysis is not actually good. the desire to keep private data anon is one thing, but that’s not a good answer to the question.)

as @stopthatimp mentioned, EXTREMELY leading graph layouts. not labeling your axis clearly so the reader can see exactly what you’re measuring is misleading. using extremely small max and min amounts to make a trend seem bigger than it is is EXTREMELY misleading. I highly suggest checking out lying with statistics for further information.

1.2% of fanworks on AO3 overall are tagged Gender Related, or a subtag like Trans Character, Genderqueer, Nonbinary Character, Gender Identity, Genderbending, or Gender Issues.

grouping trans/nb with genderbending? i get the impulse, when talking about representation, my sexy lady naruto dreams are different from an actual trans character. it might not be something you could pull out further from the data set you have, but that doesn’t make it a great foundation to make big claims off of.

the slash problem.

pals. friends. romans. countrymen.

let’s not pretend that coyly suggesting in a margin note that it’s the canon’s lack of women preventing us from writing them WHILE IN THE SAME BREATH (slide 21) pointing out that AO3 has more m/m slash than the canon would predict is not a shitty thing to do.

(that’s also not a great argument but if you’re making both i’m more than a little concerned about your desire to have your cake and eat it too.)

finally, i’d like to talk about the presentation of STATS AS FANDOM TRUTH.

(i’m not even touching the anon’s time spent argument, we are all in fandom spending a fuck ton of our free time on fandom and be real with yourself. a fanwork someone spent a lot of time on does not a good fanwork guarantee. i know you've read those fics too.)

using basic, descriptive stats to support your agenda about fandom and cement it as INCONTROVERTIBLY TRUE, no one can argue with me ever!! is part of a larger societal misunderstanding about science, but specifically statistics.

this is a trend that’s grown and grown and grown, and it’s a shitty way to exploit the the idea that the epistemic authority of science relies primarily on the objectivity of scientific reasoning[1]. phrenology was a very real field of science that is now obsolete. the effectiveness of medicine isn't measured by how much you poop anymore!

also using science as your dick measuring contest gets into some weird places w/r/t fandom being a non-cis-men dominated place and science having gender issues/overtones of its own.

[1] that article is mostly about how you define objectivity, but i wanted to link it to show that, actually, this idea is something philosophy of science spends a lot of time with.

why did you say that those stats by destinationtoast are poorly done on every level? must've taken them weeks of work to provide all those in-depth analyses/stats and i've found a lot of their posts super useful. yes they should work on providing profiles on poc/other minorities for sure but like ... they are doing this all for free ...

A lot of data has been gathered, and yes, it’s been done for free. I’m not denying the amount of time and energy that had to go into it.

But every data analysis carries with it a perspective, and the data is used to support that perspective. In this case, it’s being used to elide the fact that race and gender are handled pretty terribly in fandom, and because numbers are involved and large parts of fandom are not particularly numbers-literate (tbf, I’m one of them, but am lucky enough to follow a lot of smart people who understand these things and explain them), it’s pretty easy to sway opinion to make people think we’re doing better than we are, whether by skimming over how few fanworks deal with trans and nonbinary characters or by ignoring how fanworks deal with characters of color entirely.

The absolute last thing fandom needs right now is to be convinced we’re doing well.

#this is not to bag on the original anon #i'm just super fucking frustrated with fandom sometimes #also non fandom w/r/t stats as TRUTH because that shit is pervasive and awful #racism #statistics #gross olde tymey medicine #why does tumblr do weird shit to my blockquotes!!!!!

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