#everyone go read about sam patch
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
take my heart and start a fire
»» ââââââàźàč አàčàź ââââââ ««
pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader
word count || 4566
summary || sam and nat play cupid
warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, degradation, teasing, dry-humping, daddy kink, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, begging, asphyxiation, unprotected sex, aftercare
author's note || 18+ ONLY. hello, one-bed trope with bucky lives in my mind rent free and i decided to do something about it. enjoy! not proof-read yet. feel free to comment, reblog, and send me requests!
»» ââââââàźàč አàčàź ââââââ ««
âAlright, we got two rooms, one with just one bed and one with two beds. Should be enough to cover us tonight.â Sam claps his hands together as Bucky slowly walks up to the group.Â
This was supposed to be a quick in-and-out mission. It was not easy by any means, but it was nothing the group hadnât done before. You werenât even supposed to be here. Usually, you did most of SHIELDâs groundwork, directing and organizing missions alongside Maria. However, due to issues with communication with one particular agent in the previous mission, Fury had instructed you to be on-site to ensure there would be no gaps in the instructions Maria and Steve were relaying.Â
Except there was a gap. There was a gigantic gap in communication when you instructed Bucky to cover the cargo trailers in the westbound direction. Still, he decided you were wasting his time, so he left the trailers unattended, where the enemy was then able to take advantage of his isolation and overpower him. Had Natasha not interfered when she did, you did not even want to think about what could have happened. So you let him know just how pissed off you were the whole ride to the nearest motel since the world decided to unleash torrential rain at this very moment which made it impossible for you guys to navigate the jet out of whatever fucking city you were in.Â
Bucky didnât say a single word. Not when you were yelling at him while patching him up. Not when you wouldn't shut the fuck up because he never fucking listened. Not when you were running into the beat-down motel with its flickering sign on its last life while still screaming at him.Â
He just stared at you. And he occasionally clenched his jaw.Â
This wasnât the first time Bucky disobeyed your direct order and it wasnât the first time he got hurt because of that. You understood him, tried to initiate kindness, and extended a friendly hand toward him. But all he ever did was stare at you. He never spoke to you more than he absolutely needed to. He never paid any attention to you when you would hang out with Steve, Sam, or even Nat and Wanda. And it did sting you just a bit. A pang in your heart every time he walked past you like you didnât exist because you had developed a crush on him since the first time you saw him a few months ago. When you would put a little extra effort into your appearance every morning because he made you feel little butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach every time you would even cross paths.Â
When you did catch him staring at you, the weight of his eyes unmistakable, your heart rate would increase to match the flutters in your stomach, your cheeks heating under his gaze. He would look away immediately as if thrown out of his trance and catapulted into what he truly felt for you.
Disdain. Disgust. Maybe a little lust.Â
God, you hated Bucky Barnes. You hated how you didnât hate him, not even when he dismissed you somehow even more than he ignored everyone else.Â
You were going to share a bed with Nat. Bucky and Sam could get the room with two beds because, of course, that was a reasonable conclusion.Â
Apparently fucking not.
âI am not sharing a bed with him!â you screeched at Sam and Nat indignantly while the smug pair stood with faux innocent expressions. They needed you and Bucky to sort out whatever tension was between them by any means necessary.
They stayed silent, and you, ever the chatterbox today, decided to refuse. ïżœïżœïżœNat, I canât sleep in the same room as him. He hates me! I canât sleep when Iâm stressed!â You whined, pleading with your best friend to take some pity on you. She knew better than anyone what you felt for Bucky, and she also knew love better than anyone when she saw it.Â
Sam and Bucky walked a few steps ahead as you approached your door.Â
âSweetie, you and me are the only ones keeping up comms with Steve and Maria. It makes sense for us to be split up tonight so we can at least direct these morons at the same time and handle any issues faster than weâd be able to if we shared a room and they were in the other one.â Natasha knew she was right, and Sam fought back a smirk as their plan was falling into fruition, given the look on your face.
Bucky remained quiet as if he could not possibly care less if you slept on top of him in bed or a ditch.
You were this close to wishing the latter was your inevitable fate.Â
âI hate it when youâre right.â As you approach the doors, you mutter and watch Sam take out the room keys.
Sam offers a small smile as Bucky walks in before you, patting you on the head and giving you a forehead kiss, âsweet dreams, pumpkin,â before shutting the door behind you as you roll your eyes.
âIâm not sleeping on the floor.â Buckyâs voice cut through the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after the lock clicked. His voice was raspy because he hadnât used it in a while, and you barely held back the shiver that ran down your spine at his tone.Â
You take one look at the fraying carpet and decide that it has been years since this floor had some TLC. You look up at him to find his heavy-set eyes already on you, âIâm not sleeping on the floor either.âÂ
His jaw clenches, and another unreadable emotion swirls in his eyes as he replies, âGuess that settles it, then.âÂ
You roll your eyes and huff out that youâre jumping in the shower, not waiting for his reply- not that there was one. The water takes a while to warm up, and in the meantime, you peel your clothes off of yourself, dirtied by rainwater and the dirt, debris, and sweat that had accumulated earlier. You step into the shower and try to enjoy the feel of warm water cascading over your sore body.Â
You rarely made it onto the field as you genuinely preferred doing the background work, planning missions, writing up plans and procedures, assigning responsibilities to each Avenger and guiding them through the field while you stayed at the headquarters. Your muscles were undoubtedly aware of that fact, as you had to do a lot more hand-to-hand combat due to Buckyâs stupid mistake.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander towards him, knowing you were completely bare just 10 feet away from him, how he would grunt in exertion and deliver calculated blows to his opponent. He was precisely your type: tall, brooding, broad shoulders, thick thighs. He didnât speak that much, but his words were carefully weighed every time he did. He was so grumpy all the time, such a masculine man. You just loved it.Â
You tried not to think about how he didnât feel the same. And also about the fact that you would be sharing a bed with him.Â
The water grew cold, and you realized you had been in the shower for upwards of twenty minutes. You shut off the water and wrap yourself in one of the towels provided by the hotel. You pulled out your pyjama set since there was a possibility that you would have to stay somewhere tonight due to the heavy rain. You didnât think you were sleeping with Bucky, or you would have grabbed something a bit more conservative. You slip into the white tank top and shorts with a dainty floral design. You mentally prepared yourself to make a bee-line for the bed so you wouldnât have to face Bucky while wearing next to nothing.Â
A few feet away, Bucky was scrolling through the shitty channels playing on the shitty TV, ignoring the way his heart raced when the bathroom door unlocked and you emerged from the small room. He tried so hard not to stare at your outfit, unable to ignore the way all the blood in his body rushed to his dick when your tiny shorts rolled up even higher as you innocently bent over to check over your work laptop for any updates.Â
âYou really gonna wear that?â He scoffs and immediately realizes it didnât exactly come out as playful as he would have liked. He winces at himself as you put the laptop back into its case and turn around to face him, and he can't stop himself from quickly glancing over your body.Â
Crossing your arms under your chest, unintentionally drawing his attention to your tits, you scoff at him. âIf I knew I was gonna be stuck in this shithole with you, then I would have made sure to wear a fucking hazmat suit.âÂ
âRelax, sweetheart, Iâm not gonna bite.â He smirked, finally deciding on a channel he liked and turning his attention to it as you stood and stared at him, mouth open because out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them, especially not with the flirtatious lilt to his voice.Â
âDo not- do not tell me to relax! And donât call me that! And- and ugh!â You retort weakly, strutting the few steps it took to get to the other side of the bed,Â
Bucky licks his lips as you lay down next to him with your back towards him. Still huffing and puffing like the brat you were.Â
He snorts at you, glancing at his watch and turning the TV off.Â
âDo not snort at me, James.â Your voice comes out sharp, and he snorts again.Â
âTell me again what I canât do, sweetheart? " he asks in a mockingly sweet voice. It makes you sick to your stomach.
 With desire.
You ignore him and tug the small comforter towards you, the bed suddenly feeling really small, with Buckyâs large frame taking up more than half of it.Â
âQuit stealing the covers.â He grunts out, tugging them back towards him and leaving you bare and exposed to the cool air of the room. You gasp and sit up., using all your force to pull the covers back towards you, and even though you both know he let go, you still stick your tongue out at him.Â
He grumbles something under his breath, and you smile victoriously. Youâll let the covers go eventually; you need to bask in your victory for a few minutes. Your mind begins to relax as you snuggle into the bed before you hear a sharp exhale, and somehow, you go from facing the dim wall to being pinned under Bucky. His frame entirely dwarfs yours, and the only light filtering in the room was the street lights and moon, the thin curtains doing nothing to block the shine. You shriek as youâre manhandled so quickly and forced to look into Buckyâs now dark blue eyes.
âEnough. Iâve had enough.â He growls, his hand pinning both your wrists down, and you have to fight yourself to keep in all tells of how aroused you are by the situation.Â
âYouâre such a fucking brat,â he continues. âDidnât shut up for two hours straight. Always think youâre right. Always act like youâre smarter than everyone. Always fucking teasing me with your slutty fucking outfits.â He looks down at your tank top, almost angry when he sees your nipples poking through the thin material, but he doesnât give you a chance to say anything.
Because now, Buckyâs talking. And heâs going to make sure you hear each and every word.Â
âYou think I donât see the way you look at me?âÂ
A squeak escapes your lips as he presses his body down on yours.
âYou think I canât hear the way your heart rate picks up when Iâm around?â His head drops lower, and his voice drops even lower, pulling a whimper from your parted lips. Your mind is spinning as you realize you may not have been as discreet as you thought you were. You entirely forgot to consider the fact that Bucky is a supersoldier, with enhanced hearing.
His rumbling voice cuts through your flurry of thoughts, âYou think I canât fucking smell you?â He practically sneers at you, and you must be a sick, sick person with the way youâre sure youâve never been more wet in your life. âYou think I canât smell the way you drip from this little pussy every time I walk in the room? Every time someone mentions my goddamn name? I can smell her right now sweetheart. You like me forcing you down donât you?â His breath fans over your face as youâre forced to focus on him, his body and his scent and his voice overwhelming you. Your body shudders when he gently rocks his crotch against yours, your eyes rolling back into your head.Â
âWhat baby? Cat got your tongue now? You were being such a brat to me earlier.â He grunts, squeezing your cheeks and jaw in his free hand as you subconsciously buck your hips against his.Â
âBucky pleaseâŠâ You whine, squirming against his impenetrable hold.Â
He smirks, âwhatâs wrong honey? You havenât been this quiet or polite all day.â
âYou- youâre being such a meanie! You knew the whole time and just never did anything about it!â You whine, your voice catching in your throat with each languid rock of his crotch angled perfectly against your clit.Â
He laughs in your face and takes in the sight before him, your head thrown to the side as your chest heaves, your hips moving in tandem with his, your pouted lips swollen from being bitten so often. You were even more gorgeous like this and Bucky didnât know that was possible.
âI wanted to see if youâd break first. But then, you just had to walk in here wearing this pathetic excuse of a pyjama set. And I just had to have you honey baby.â
You look back at him, a fiery expression in your eyes, âI donât think thatâs the real reason. I think you just wouldnât be able to handle me. I think you canât fuck me the way I need to be.â You spit back, not wanting to submit without a fight despite knowing that was exactly the direction this was going.Â
In an instant Buckyâs metal hand was on your throat, squeezing enough to make your eyes blur for a second as you let out a whimper. âIs that right honey? You think Iâve never dealt with a rotten brat like you before? I know you pretend to put up a fight, I know youâre two strokes away from cumming all over yourself just from a little dry-humping. I know brats like you crave attention, but baby when you finally get it you better not run away? You got that?â He asks earnestly, his eyes locking on yours.Â
âDo your worst James.âÂ
The second the words leave your mouth, his lips are on yours. The kiss is unlike any youâve had before, itâs immediately messy and passionate, his tongue sliding in yours as he takes the lead, swallowing all your mewls and whimpers, finally letting go of your wrists and your fingers immediately go to his cropped hair, tugging on the short strands as he dominates you. You scramble to pull your shorts down but his hands flick your wrists away, giving you a glare.
âDid I say you could take these off, huh slut?âÂ
You whimper and shake your head no, finding yourself wanting to submit to him all too quickly.
He slides his briefs down to reveal his cock. You actually drooled a little at the sight of his length and girth, with beads of pre-cum glistening in the dim light of the room. You canât control yourself as your hands go to wrap around his length, barely able to hold him in your hands as he hisses, bucking his hips into your hands before swatting them away once again.
âYou donât get to touch honey baby. Not yet at least. You yelled at me for hours today, it really hurt my feelings you know.â He muses, beginning to rub his length against your white shorts that are completely drenched through, your pussy sensitive and responsive. âI donât think you deserve to be fucked sweetheart. You deserve to have this cunt rubbed on and came on. Just used like a cum rag.â He goes a little further, reading your reaction and when your back arches as much as his beefy body allowed you to, he knows you liked it.Â
âPlease James please Iâm sorry, Iâll be good I swear!â You whine, your voice rising in pitch as his bare cock slides up and down the length of your pussy, and even through the layer seperating you, it was euphoric.
âI dunno honey, might have to beg and cry a little more and Iâll see how nice Iâm feelinâ tonight.â He smiles cockily, knowing heâs got you exactly where he wants you. Almost instantly your eyes are watering as you clutch his biceps, morphing your features into big doe eyes and pouted lips, jutting your chest out in an attempt to persuade him further. âIâm sorry for beinâ a brat and yelling at you. Iâm sorry for talking back and- and I need you James. Need you to fuck me please I wanted it for so long!â You drag your sentence and bite your lip, tears spiling onto your cheeks.Â
He inhales sharply at the sound of your begging, stilling his hips for a moment as he restrains himself from cumming before heâs even seen your bare pussy. And in the next second he ripping your shorts to shreds, making you shriek and you canât even get a reaction out before he spits onto your already soaked cunt, watching his spit mingle with your own arousal. You moan at the feeling, your hold twitching and practically begging to be filled.Â
Bucky breathes in your scent since it envelopes his nostrils without any restrictions for the first time. When he opens his eyes again and sees your hazy expression he decides he canât wait. Heâs not gonna take it slow because he needs to feel you clench around him right now. His flesh index finger teases your pulsing hole, shoving the tip of his finger inside you as you whine, legs spreading for him on instinct. âFuck sheâs just begging to be stuffed isnât she? Just aching to have my cock stretch her open.â He groans, dropping his forehead to yours as you chant breathy yesâs, mouth falling open and tears continuing down your face as he finally spreads you open on his cock.Â
You have never felt so full in your life. Bucky was absolutely larger than average, in all ways. And it was exactly what you had been craving. He moans as you clench around him, your hole trying to push him out but pull him in at the same time. Before you know it heâs balls deep inside of you, your cream coating the hairs at the base of his length as you moan loudly, uncaring of the fact that Sam and Natasha were just a paper-thin wall away.
Your nails dug crescents into Buckys bulging biceps as he allowed you both a few moments to adjust to each other. âOh my god Bucky youâre so- Iâm so full.â Your words are breathy and slurred, and Bucky presses a kiss to each of your cheeks as he slowly grinds his hips into yours, not fully thrusting yet.Â
âYou know I want this to be more than just a quick fuck. When we get back I wanna take you out, wine and dine you properly.â He whispers against your lips, his hands and voice gentle compared to his earlier disposition.Â
You nod your head in agreement, âI want that too Bucky, but I need you to fuck me right now.âÂ
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling almost entirely out of you, allowing your hole to stretch around his tip before he slams into you, making your back arch and all the breath from your lungs dissipates. You squeal his name as he begins fucking into you with little care to be gentle. Your hands scramble to hold on as the headboard slams into the wall with every push and pull of his hips.
âI thought you said I couldnât handle you honey baby. But look at you now, so stupid on my dick and just taking what I give you.â He mocks you, his metal hand finding its way to your throat once again and squeezing, relishing in the way you cunt clenches against him when he does. You cry out louder than before and he hisses, slapping his palm over your mouth. He grunts through clenched teeth, âshut the fuck up. You want Sam and Nat to hear you crying for my dick huh? What would they say if they saw strong and independent you, stretched open and cock-drunk, pinned under me and crying for me?â
Your eyes clench shut as your words are unintelligible and muffled by his palm. He coos at you and clicks his tongue, making you shiver. âDonât think too much honey baby, just take it. This is what youâre meant to do, not be a brat. Just take my cock.â He groans, speeding up his thrusts as the sound of skin slapping skin and your wetness squelching fill the room.Â
Your chest begins heaving as the oxygen to your brain takes more effort to get there. You were being propelled to your orgasm as you begin chanting the fact, your voice so pornographic and unlike your own but you canât even find it in yourself to be shocked.
ââM gonna cum, m gonna cum! Youâre gonna make me cum please Daddy please!â The words leave your lips faster than you can process, and what was about to erupt into the most powerful orgasm you have ever had, was left denied and unsatisfied and you cried out, beginning your protests when Bucky flipped you around, your back to his chest as he shoved himself back inside of you. He pulled you up by your hair and brought his lips to your ears, his cock hitting an even deeper angle as you struggled to keep up.
âWhat did you call me?â He growls, not letting up his thrusts but expecting you to answer.
Your brain struggles to process his words, but once you do youâre quick to realize you let the word you often used in your fantasies about Bucky slip. You immediately apologize, thinking he must be off-put by your lewdness.Â
He cuts your scrambled apologies off with his heavy voice, âsay it again. Thatâs what youâve been really dying to call me isnât it. Just needed Daddy to take what he needed from you didnât you?â
âOh fuck.â Your head falls against his chest as he wraps his bicep around your throat, forcing you upright, âyes Daddy, needed my Daddy to take care of me.â You slur out, Your hands clutching his bicep as his metal fingers begin playing expertly with your throbbing clit.Â
âThatâs right slut, Iâm your Daddy. Iâm your fucking Daddy.â He impales you on his dick, his cock reaching all the rights spots as your brain truly begins to leave you, all you can do is succumb to the pleasure Bucky is inflicting on you. Your pussy clenches harder than it has before as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, you try to run from it but Buckyâs strong hold doesnât allow you to move even a slither away.Â
âOh what does this little pussy clenching mean huh? Tell Daddy baby, tell Daddy what it means when I feel you clench around my cock huh? You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over yourself like the stupid little toy you are?â His voice is breathless in your ear as he nears his own high, your body shaking as your high begins building to impossible heights.Â
You slur out something that resembles his title and an exclamation that youâre gonna cum, and his metal hand slaps your clit once, and then twice, his gravelly voice in your ear degrading you, and your high explodes from your body. You feel it everywhere as you donât register anything except for pleasure. Pleasure like youâve never felt before. Bucky drops his forehead to your shoulder, muttering your name through clenched teeth as he calls you a good girl, before stuffing you full of his cum. Thick white ropes paint your swollen walls and it only amplifies your high as you struggle to breathe, your mind and body overwhelmed and overstimulated as Bucky pumps you full of his cum.Â
He gently lets you down and your limp body manages to cling onto him, needing to feel him close to you as you reel from your explosive orgasm. He shushes you, kissing your forehead, cooing at you, praising you. Everything you need to avoid experiencing a negative subdrop since he did just put you into such a submissive mindset.Â
It takes a couple minutes of his tender words and touches for you to come back to yourself, and when you do he smiles sweetly at you. Pulling out of you and shushing your whines, as he reaches over to his nightstand where there were a few clean hand towels, and he cleans you up, mindful of your sensitivity and he places a kiss right above your clit, his beard scratching the sensitive button making you shudder and mewl.Â
He wraps you up in his arms and pulling you closer, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as you blink at him.Â
âI was being serious you know, I donât want this to be a one and done thing. I wanna be yours, if youâll have me.â He adds, his voice trailing off and you put your hand on his stubbled cheek before pressing your lips to his.Â
âThatâs all Iâve wanted since I first saw you.â You say softly, basking in being so close to him and having all his attention on you.Â
He smiles brightly, pressing his lips to yours with more fervour and flutters in his heart. âYouâre mine now sweetie, stuck with me forever. No return policy.â He teases.Â
âI think youâre the one whoâs stuck with me after you just dicked me down like that. No way am I getting rid of you.â You mumble sleepily, clinging to him as he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and watching you slip into a dreamland state.
For the first time in years, Bucky sleeps a full eight hours. And he wakes up with you by his side.
---------
The next morning, when itâs 9 AM, and you waddle onto the jet, Bucky tailing close behind you, a hand on your back to support your weight, Natasha and Sam share knowing looks, and Sam quickly texts Steve and Tony. He let them know they were on their way, and they owed him and Nat 100 bucks because their plan worked.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes x yn#bucky barnes fanfiction
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
A Real Family
Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous (x2)
Synopsis: Sam and Dean find out they have a little sister and they come to meet you, but things donât go so well
Warnings: abuse, death
The woman staring at the Winchesters was scowling. âI told you not to come.â
âI know.â Sam looked apologetic, but Dean was all business.
âWe have some things we need to discuss with youâŠand with Y/N.â
âWith me?â The woman pursed her lips. âFine. Come in.â She led the boys through the house to the living room. They both opted to stand, wary of the patched couch in the middle of the room that gave off a strange stench. âIâll go get Y/N,â the woman huffed, turning on her heel and going up the staircase at the far side of the room.
Sam and Dean glanced at each otherâthey could hear your mother starting to yell at you from all the way up the stairs.
âCharming,â Sam huffed.
âMaybe she was different fifteen years ago.â Dean shrugged.
âSee what you did? Now those men are in here! Go, go fix your mess.â
Sam and Dean glanced at the staircase long enough to see your mother all but pushing you down the stairs, her hand coming up and slapping the back of your head.
âHey there,â Sam greeted once youâd reached them, and you glanced at him shyly.
âDid I not teach you manners?â Your mother demanded, smacking your arm. âDonât be disrespectful.â
âIâm sorry.â Your voice squeaked. You turned your attention on Sam and Dean. âHi. Who are you?â
âThese men are your brothers,â your mother snapped. âObviously they got Johnâs good genes,â she muttered under her breath, but everyone heard.
Your confusion remained. âUmâI donât understand. Whereâs John?â
Your motherâs hand twitched as if itching to strike you, and both you and Sam flinched.
âHey,â Sam interjected, taking a step closer to your mother. âI was actually hoping to ask you some questions, so if you could justâŠâ
Your mother relented, leading Sam into the kitchen to talk.
âDef Leppard,â Dean said to break the odd silence, nodding at your shirt. âNice.â
âTheyâre my favorite. Dad got me this shirt.â You glanced around Dean as if John would be hiding behind him, hope lighting up your eyes. âIs-is he here?â
âHeâŠno.â Dean sighed. âThatâs why weâre here. I know itâs been a couple of years since John visitedâŠkid, heâs dead.â
The light drained from your eyes as your mouth opened, then closed, while you searched for something to say.
âIâm sorry,â you said suddenly, and your unexpectedly piercing gaze threw Dean.
âWhat?â
âI-I barely even knew him, but he told me all about you guys. You mustâve been closeâIâm sorry.â
âDadâŠtold you about us?â Dean was confused. Adam hadnât known anything about themâwhy had dad told you?
âHe always sounded so proud of you guys.â You werenât looking at Dean anymore, and the way you struggled to get the words out spoke for itself. âHe-he said you guys were in the same line of work, that you guys were taking up the family business.â Your fingers started to fidget. âHe couldnât tell me everythingâsaid it was kind of a secretâbut I know it was dangerous.â Your eyes suddenly snapped up to meet Deanâs. âIs that how he died?â Your voice cracked, your eyes red-rimmed.
âYeah.â Dean swallowed, trying to take in everything youâd said. âYeah, thatâs how he died.â
âŠ
âWhy did you need to talk to me?â Your mother crossed her arms over her chest, all but glaring at Sam.
âIâmâŠsorry to tell you this, but JohnâŠhe passed away.â
Your motherâs eyes widened. âAre we in the will?â She asked, and Sam felt his stomach twist.
âIâumââ
âNo,â your mother scoffed, reading Samâs expression. âOf course not. Of course John wouldnât leave anything to care for his mistake.â
âHisââ Sam swallowed hard, trying to tamp down his anger. âYeah, it seemed like you donât particularly like Y/N.â
Your motherâs eyes narrowed, then rolled.
âWhat, because I hit her? Itâs the only way to get anything through that thick skull of hers.â
âOk, umâŠâ Sam took a deep breath, forcing his fists to clench and unclench. âLook, the reason weâre here is thatâŠwhen John first came around, it was to investigate some deaths in the area, right?â
âRightâŠâ your mother confirmed. âSerial killer or something. Why?â
âThere have been another string of deaths. We think it might be connected, weâre just trying to make sure everyone is safe. I was wondering if you could tell me how you got involved the first time, and if anything seems like itâs similar this time.â
âŠ
âI thought I told you to stay in your room.â A deep growl of a voice startled you, and Deanâs eyes narrowed when he saw how hard you flinched when a man stepped into the living room.
âUncle Zack, Iâm, umââ
âWhoâs this?â He demanded, looking at Dean.
âDean Winchester,â Dean introduced.
âRelated to John?â Zackâs eyes narrowed.
âHe was my dad.â
âWas?â Zackâs lips twitched. âSo the deadbeat finally choked, huh?â
âHey!â Both men in the room stared in surprise when your voice suddenly rang out, your stance straighter. âMy dad wasnât a deadbeat, he saved lives, and heââ
Your speech was cut short when Zack reached out and backhanded you across the face. You staggered, almost losing your balance before Dean steadied you.
âHey!â Dean stepped out in front of you, blocking Zack from getting any closer. âThatâs enough!â
Zack didnât even look at Dean.
âI told you to never disrespect me, you little brat!â Zack roared at you. Dean watched as you shrunk back in fear, your whole frame trembling. âDonât you ever raise your voice like that again, or Iâllââ
âI said thatâs enough!â Dean shoved Zack back, dodging a blow that the man aimed at Deanâs head. Deanâs arm struck out, landing a punch to the side of Zackâs head, and Zack crumpled to the floor. âSam!â Dean called towards the kitchen before turning to you. âHey, are you ok?â
You nodded timidly.
âHe does it all the time,â you mumbled. Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
âWhatâs going on?â Sam asked, followed closely by your mother.
âZack!â She cried out. âWhat is going on in here?!â Dean ignored her.
âKid, what else does Uncle Zack do?â Dean demanded, watching carefully as tears tracked down your rapidly bruising face. Your eyes wandered to your mother. âHey.â Your attention snapped back to Dean. âDonât look at her, she wonât hurt you. Tell me the truth.â
âTheyâumâthey hit me a lot,â you mumbled, your eyes trained on your feet. âAnd when Iâm grounded I donât get to eat. DadâDad didnât know.â
âI only give the little brat what she deserves,â your mother snapped. âItâs the only way she learns anything. Itâs my job to teach herââ
âItâs your job to protect her!â Dean thundered as he stood up and stepped towards your mom. When Sam saw you flinch, he put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring smile.
âYou canât tell me what my job is, youâre not her parents!â Your mother shot back.
âWell sheââ Dean froze when Zack sat bolt upright on the floor.
âDean!â Sam called out, moving in front of youâbut not before you could see Zackâs coal-black eyes.
âI heard the Winchesterâs were in town,â the demon said.
âZack?â Your mother questioned, stepping closer to him. Zackâs gaze snapped to her, and when she saw the black pits that used to be her brotherâs eyes, she shrieked and bolted for the door.
Zack didnât even try to follow her.
âCharming mother.â Zack chuckled, his eyes landing on you.
âWhat are you?â You whimpered.
âIâm the last face youâre ever going to see.â The demon chuckled. âYour daddy dearest caused a lot of trouble for me a few years back. He sent me to hellâbut now Iâm out.â
âYouâre not gonna touch her,â Dean growled.
Barely had the words left him before he was thrown across the room along with Sam. Sam landed on a small end table, the wood cracking under his weight. Dean hit the wall with a sickening crunch.
âWait your turn, boys,â the demon said. âIâll get to you eventually. But firstâŠâ the demon was stalking towards you now, with a knife gripped his his handâyou didnât know where it had come from.
You fell back, nearly tripping over the carpet in your haste to back away from the demon. Your hand landed on the dresser, and you groped around for something to fight the demon off with. Your fist closed around a lamp, and you yanked it from its cord and swung it at the demon. Caught off guard, the demon got hit on the side of the head and went down hard. One hand went up to the cut on his forehead, the other clenching into a fist.
âYou littleââ he didnât get to finish his insult.
Sam had pulled himself from the wreckage of the end table and came up right behind the demon. When the demon lunged for you, Sam lunged at the same time. There was a flash of light as Sam forced the knife into Zackâs back, before the demon fell to the ground.
âAre you ok?â Sam lifted his hands to your shaking shoulders.
âIsâis it dead?â You breathed, never taking your eyes off of Zackâs still form.
âYeah.â Sam nodded. âItâs dead, youâre safe.â
âKidâŠâ Dean grunted as he lifted himself off the ground. âThatâŠthat was a demon. To kill it, SamâŠhe had to kill your Uncle Zack.â
âOh.â You finally tore your eyes away from the body to look at Dean. âAre youâŠgonna go away now?â Sam noticed the way that your breathing sped up.
âHoneyâŠâ Sam swallowed. Somehow, he knew what you were thinking. âOur lives areâare really dangerousââ
âI donât care,â you jumped in. âI thoughtâŠâ you swallowed, and your eyes wandered once again to your uncle. âI always thought that he was gonna kill me one day.â You shook your head. âThat thing you just killedâheâs not the only one, is he?â
âNo,â Dean sighed. âNot by a long shot.â
âAnd my dad?â You asked. âHe fought them too?â
âHe did.â Sam nodded. âAnd he was one of the best fighters out there.â
âOk.â You nodded, and the brothers watched as a steel resolve settled over your features. âThen I wanna fight them too.â
âKid.â Deanâs eyes were pleading. âOur lifeâŠitâs not a long one.â
âHey.â Your lips quirked into an almost-smile. âIâve already outlived him.â You gestured to the dead man on the floor. âThatâs already more time than I ever thought Iâd get.â The smile suddenly dropped. âI canâtâŠI donât want to be here anymore.â You looked from Dean to Sam, and Samâs heart ached at the tears pooling in your eyes. âI know Iâm not completely your sister, butâŠbut youâre the closest thing to family Iâve got. Please donât leave me here.â
Sam and Dean met each otherâs eyes. Dean was the first to move, stepping around Zackâs body before reaching down and yanking the demon knife from his back. He held it out to you, a smirk flitting across his face when you took it without hesitation.
âWelcome to the family business, kid.â
Taglist:
@nyotamalfoy @mrvlxgrl @chocorade @aestheticdaisies @inlovewhithafairytale @that-wannabe-vangoghgurl @casmustdiee @987coley @deadlymistletoe @wayward-impala83 @whump-loverz @johannelis2302nely @studiogrimm810
#the winchesters#dean and sam#dean winchester#supernatural dean#sam winchester#winchesters x sister#dean winchester x reader#winchesters x reader#dean winchester x you#sam winchester x reader#dean winchester spn#dean winchester x little sister#dean winchester x sister!reader#dean winchester x sister#sam winchester x sister!reader#sam winchester x y/n#sam winchester x you#spn sam winchester
250 notes
·
View notes
Text
Drunk Confession
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Trope: Friends to Lovers
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
Summary: Bucky gets drunk and confesses to you
Authorâs Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. English is not my first language, so please understand grammar or spelling mistakes. This fic was inspired by the song, Drunk Text by Henry Moodie. I appreciate every feedback! Thank you for reading!
Since Bucky joined the Avengers, you and Bucky have been friends for eternity. The two of you hit it off when you met, and considering Bucky a quiet person, as soon as the two of you you started opening up, Steve couldnât be more surprised. You two would flirt whenever you had a chance, but both of you were scared to admit the feelings that were so obvious to the other team members. You and Bucky would be on missions together, fighting for each otherâs lives, caring about each otherâs safety more than anything. After successful missions, Tony would have a party, inviting nearly half the population of New York. As everyone leaves, and the team is the only member left, they would have small games like Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and so much more, leaving Tony to wonder if heâs dealing with a bunch of seventeen-year-olds.
This mission was one of the last missions the team had to deal with at the Main base of Hydra located in Russia. The mission was over quicker than Tonyâs plan, leaving everyone more time to relax.
When everyone returned to the compound, Tony decided to have a party just for the Avengers. He informed the members to wear something casual. Some left for their rooms, and some went to the medic to get superficial wounds patched up.
âLetâs get drunk!!!!!!!!!!ââš Peter shouted since it was his first party where he could legally be drinking. Tony looked deadly into Peterâs eyes, warning him to act like an adult, leaving Natasha to smirk. You werenât feeling good and remembered that Bucky usually did not enjoy staying out at parties, where he is forced to socialize; you thought the two of you would be having a movie night in your room, but you were wrong. Bucky wanted to stay and drink, so you decided to go back to your room and sleep early, but as soon as you were about to leave, Bucky grabbed your wrist.
âStay.. Pleaseâ
He told you with his puppy eyes looking at you, and you couldnât say no. So you silently sat down next to him, where he held your hand and absent-mindedly drew circles on the back of your hand.
âJust get a room, the two of you! We have a teenager in this room.â
Teased Sam, earning a dramatic eye roll from Bucky and Peter.
âIâm not a teenager, look! I drink! Iâm an adult now.ââš Peter told Sam, showing him the bottle he had in his hands.
âSays who doesnât even have facial hair.â
Muttered Tony. Steve and Sam were cracking up, and Peter was left annoyed.
Bucky never enjoyed drinking. Well, one, he couldnât get drunk from his serum, and two, even if he did get drunk in some way, the hangover he had the next day and the blimming headache would remind him of the bloody chair. But for some reason, Bucky was drinking the Asgardian beer Thor brought as a present. You were worried for his sake by tomorrow, so you constantly whispered to him to stop drinking, but he wouldnât listen.
âI just have a lot in my mind, Y/N⊠So just let me drink. I know the consequences â
Bucky told you to calm you down as you were worrying too much.
âYou can tell me whatâs in your mind; donât bottle them up just with alcohol.â
Bucky shook his head and drank up bottles of beer and strong whiskey. Realizing you had no power to stop him from drinking, you decided to let him be and have his way of controlling his stress.
You talked with Nat as Wanda and Vision left to go to bed. You then realize that it is already two oâclock in the morning. No one seemed to be leaving soon, so you just continued the chat with Natasha and Clint, hearing about Clintâs family and Natashaâs sister. As the conversation continued, your eyes started to feel so heavy that you decided to head back to the room. As you were trying to leave, Sam called you out.
âY/N, cyborg is too drunk to return to his room alone. Steveâs too drunk, and obviously, Iâm too terrified if I âinvade his privacy.ââ
Sam mentioned sarcastically, and you nodded. You remembered Bucky hated people entering his room, even when it was just for help, and you were the only exception in the team.
You excused the both of you, nearly carrying Bucky back to his room.
âBucky, youâre too drunk!!! I told you to stop drinking.â
You scolded Bucky, but he just widely smiled at you.
âWhat are you smiling at, mister?â
âYou.â
He replied so simply yet in a flirty way that made you blush.
While he was rambling stupid stuff, you had already carried him to his room and tucked him into bed. He grabbed your wrist when you were about to get him a glass of water to wake him up.
âY/N? Did I ever tell you Iâm in love with you?â
Your eyes widened. You developed a crush on Bucky for about five months now, but you were too terrified to tell him your feelings and get rejected to lose a best friend, so you had to hide your feelings deep down. But Bucky confessing his feelings to you while heâs half asleep? Your head was running miles an hour, but Buckyâs voice stopped you from overthinking.
âIâm madly in love with you, Y/N. Maybe I fell for you the moment I shook your hands, or⊠when you came into my room with cookies at 4 am when I woke up from a terrible nightmare, or even when you threw yourself in front of me to protect me from a gunshot, only to get yourself hurt. I think about you all the time; I think about you while eating lunch, I think about you before I go to sleep, and I think about you as soon as I wake up; you might think this is creepy, but I want to be with you, and Iâm too scared if youâd find me too broken, that youâd find a reason to leave. I wanna have you so badâŠâ
You held his hands and kissed his forehead. You kept telling yourself;
âHeâs drunk, heâs drunk, heâs drunkâ
âBuckaroo, youâre too drunk. Letâs get you to bed and talk about this in the morning, Okay?â
Bucky nodded and let go of your hand.
âNow let me go get you a glass of water. It will make you feel better a bit.â
You went to the kitchen, made a glass of water, and returned to his bed, but you couldnât find him anywhere.
âBuck? Bucky, where are you?â
You turned on the lights and saw Bucky sitting on the couch, playing random chords on his guitar. As Bucky had therapy sessions, he was recommended to learn an instrument or make a hobby unrelated to fighting, and he decided to learn the guitar. Having YouTube, he could learn guitar in his room without anyone knowing. But sometimes he would play some chords and sing you some songs.
âY/N, come here. Iâm not drunk.â
Buckyâs voice sounded calm, which made you wonder if he wasnât drunk. He wasnât slurring anymore, and his eyes seemed more alert than a while ago. You followed his instructions and sat down beside him, and he started singing a song.
I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight
Wish I was the reason you stay up âtil 3
And you canât fall asleep
Waiting for me to reply
I wish I was more than just someone you walk by
Wish I wasnât scared to be honest and open
Instead of just hoping
Youâd feel what Iâm feeling inside
Oh, and here we go again
Destroy myself to keep a friend
Hiding away, âcause I was afraid youâd say no
I wonder if I cross your mind
Half as much as you do mine
If I tell you the truth
What will I lose I donât know
I wish Iâd sent you that drunk text at midnight
I was just sacred it would ruin our friedship
But I really meant it
I wonder how you would reply
Bucky finished singing. He sang the last verse, nearly asleep, and as soon as the song finished, he fell asleep on the couch. You were left flabbergasted, feeling an undescribable feeling in your stomach. But you noticed if Bucky spent the night like this, heâd probably be in misery in the morning, so you decided to take the guitar away and at least make him comfy on the couch, with cushions and blankets. As you lifted his head to put the blanket below him, he brought you down and nuzzled into your neck. You were surprised and tried to get out of his grip, but he pulled you closer as you tried to escape, sending shivers down your spine. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was cozier than you thought.
You woke up earlier than Bucky and decided to make him breakfast because you knew heâd have a massive hangover when he woke up, so you prepared to create him a bowl of oatmeal with sliced banana and chicken noodle soup just in case.
Soon, you heard Bucky tossing and turning around the couch, and soon, you saw him wake up. He looked exhausted, with his hair all over the place. He frowned as he looked around his room, but as his eyes landed on you, his frown turned into a colossal smile.
âSee? He doesnât remember a thing; he was just drunk. Letâs get over it.â
You thought to yourself.
âGood morning, Bucky; you were so drunk yesterday, like really drunk. I was scared youâd blow up.â
âGood thing I didnât.â
âI warned you not to drink that much! You hate drinking, Buck!â
You warned him, and he nodded. You offered him a glass of water to save him from his misery. You were about to return to the kitchen to finish the food, but Bucky pinned you.
âYou said weâd discuss it today.â
You tried to put on a normal face, acting as if you didnât remember anything from yesterday.
"What?"
You questioned innocently as Bucky was about to pour his heart into you.
"I'm in love with you. Can you be my girlfriend? I was in love with you forever. And I was scared I'd lose you. I... I love you so much."
You were utterly dumbfounded. Words left your mouth. You thought it was the alcohol speaking, not himself, but as you see him all sober up, you realize it was him all along. As he confessed his feelings to you, the space between you was filled with silence, and the few seconds felt like a million years of them.
You were in shock and internally screaming from joy, and Bucky was so nervous not hearing a word from your mouth. He started overthinking, worrying if he had just lost his best friend, just from his stupid emotions that he couldnât help but keep to himself.
"I- If you don't wanna be with me, it's totally fine. I respect your decision. And- and if you want me out of your life, I will walk out of it. And if you, if you hate me, you can, and- and... I'm sorry for ruining everything like this. I shouldn't have said that. I'm so sorry. You can leave if you like, I won't bother you with my stupid jokes, I won't sing you weird songs, I wonât keep you awake at night from nightmares, and- andâ
He was rambling, and you stopped him with a deep kiss. As your lips crashed with his, his eyes widened and pushed you away in shock.
"What was that? Why did you kiss me? Just to rub it in that I'd never have you?"
You loved seeing him so nervous in front of you. The Bucky that everyone in the compound knew was a man with no emotions who was always stiff and private, but seeing him in this state made you smile. He looked so adorable. He was so adorable that it made you question how he could be a deadly assassin.
"To show you I love you too idiot."
You replied, hoping it would stop him from wandering in his thoughts that were running miles an hour. Bucky was momentarily speechless and pulled you in for another deep kiss.
âDoes this mean youâre mine?â
Bucky asked while he pulled you in closer and nuzzled into your neck.
âYes, idiot Iâm yours. Iâve always been yours.â
You told him in between kisses. His tongue entered your mouth, and your tongues moved in sync.
âGod, this is the best day of my life. Iâll never let you go Y/Nâ
He whispered.
Bucky was on top of you, and he started to kiss your neck, leaving a trail down to your clavicle. You whimpered and loved every single second of it.
âDonât you smell something burning, doll?â
Bucky asked, and you realized the chicken noodle soup you left on the fire.
âOh shit.â
You ran back to the kitchen, and Bucky followed you and hugged you from behind, snuggling into your neck as he absorbed your scent.
âYou made something for me, sweetheart?ââš âI did, âcause I know how much you hate headaches, and I wanted to soothe it for a bit. I wanted to make you feel better.â
âYou want me to make me feel better? But you already are, baby.â
Bucky told you with a cheeky grin and offered to get food in the common-kitchen. You went downstairs together, having hands in hands, interlocking your fingers. Buckyâs face looked better than ever, and Tony gave you death glares as he silently asked you what happened overnight. You just smiled at him.
âSince when did cyborg wake up with a grin after a heavy drinking session?ââš Sam asked, but Steve poked him when he caught on to what was happening. Steve gave Bucky a knowing glare.
âMaybe I like alcohol,ââš Bucky whispered as you were having breakfast. Your spine shivered again, and you had butterflies in your stomach again. You realized that you werenât just in love with him, you were in fact, madly, in love with him.
Thank you for reading!!
#bucky#bucky angst#bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky fic#bucky fluff#bucky imagine#bucky x female reader#bucky x reader#bucky x y/n#mcu fanfiction#mcu#marvel mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#mcu x reader#mcu rp#marvel#the avengers#avengers x reader#avengers x y/n#avengers x platonic reader#sam wilson#steve rogers#natasha romanoff#clint barton#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#bucky x you
340 notes
·
View notes
Text
War Child
Part one
Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader
Avengers x (Fem) Reader
Warnings: Blood, mention of deaths, other creepy hydra shit, bad language words (lol) and a lot more other warnings, so be prepared.
Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton (Sometimes) Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner (Sometimes) Thor Odison, Loki Laufeyson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Arnim Zola,
Description: You're a hydra experiment or had been one since you were young, For years you lived within the cold walls of Siberia and when you finally get free, faces from the past and demons come out to haunt you Reader is an enchanted superhuman, she has the super soldier serum giving her, super speed, super strength, a healing factor, fast metabolism, endurance, strong lung capacity & etc, she also has both fire and ice magic. The time line in this will review the past and present. Reader can look anyway you want. Her soon love interest will be Bucky. Authors Note: Please know that none of these characters belong to me, they belong to marvel, Y/N is your character of choice. also your thoughts will be orange, Bucky's thoughts will be blue and the others will be purple
Avengers tower present 9:34 am Avengers pov
Gathered around table enjoying breakfast and conversation sits the avengers, everyone seems happy, Bucky and Loki bantering with one another about who can do bad better, Steve acting like a mom and Tony being the overgrown brat, Wanda, Natasha and Yelena talking quietly amongst each other in sokovian, then there's Peter, Pietro, Sam and Thor arguing about how many bad guys they can beat in a fight, like family they're fun and chaotic. Everything seemed to go quiet when the leather jacket wearing, eye patched man walks in with a file and flash drive, the atmosphere once relaxed and playful now tense and serious, as all eyes land on the director Nick Fury. "Hope i'm not souring the mood." he says his tone, dripping with his usual uncaring sarcasm. "Anyways." he continues, "We have a problem, a big one, a loose cannon hydra related one." He sets down the file on the middle of the table and Bucky is the first to grab it, the minute he opens it, the color from his face drains, there it was a whole section dedicated to you, a ghost is what you are, one he was made to train when he was The winter soldier, a deadly weapon is what you became, just like him, but unlike him, he was captured, but you, you were born and raised into a hell, and turned into something so deadly.
Steve looks at Bucky and raises a brow in concern and curiosity, Steve pauses debating whether he should say anything but he decides to anyway, "Hey Buck, you alright, you look a little pale." Bucky snaps out of his current thoughts and glances at Steve and the rest of the team and he swallows, a shaky sigh leaving his lips and he says "I know her, i knew her." Every member of the team gives each other looks before nodding and taking turns to look at the entire file and Sam speaks "So where do we start?"
Italy present
Your Pov I arrive back into my rented apartment, after getting some needed food and water, i knew my time here in Italy was running thin but there was something about this place i liked, i couldn't get comfortable though, it was only a matter of time before the devil came knocking. After heating up a simple tv dinner, i sit on the small couch in my living room watching the old school box television, it's on the news channel, the headlines read "Avengers strike once again saving over a hundred innocent civilians from a hostage situation with the terrorist group known as HYDRA." A sigh leaves me and i start eating as i change the channel to a cartoon, it wasn't one i've seen before, it was a blonde with really long hair and a pretty purple dress, now interested i continue to watch the movie and finish my dinner, soon i set my plate aside and just watch tv, i was enjoying the movie more than i'd like to admit. Berlin 1953 (Past & your nightmare) "Papa, i don't understand what you want me to do, you little voice trembles as you look up at the man in front of you, he stare you down and pats you head, his German accent thick as he speaks, "In time, you will learn to master the gift i have given you my child." a grin spreads on Zola's lips, to you it seemed innocent but only if you knew it was anything but innocent.
Your Pov (Present) I jolted awake in a slight sweat, my eyes dart around the room, weariness and confusion etched on my features, i thought i was back hom-there, but i'm in my living room, i'm in Italy, i swallow and wipe my forehead with the sleeve of my sweater and i stand up, my steps are silent on the wood floors as i walk into the kitchen, i fill me a glass of water and gulp it down as if i was a man stuck in the desert. my hands are shaky as i set the glass down and stare at the dark curtained covered windows. "He's gone, no longer here." i tell myself and i make my way to my bathroom, a shower was much needed to calm myself.
Berlin 1954 (Past & Bucky's nightmare) "Soldat! you're back with the stuff." Zola hums in approval and takes the metal case from the winter soldier, he snaps his fingers for the soldier to follow him and the soldier complies without question. Zola leads the soldier into the lab, for a moment the soldier tenses, he didn't think he had another procedure today but then his eyes falls onto you, a girl strapped down onto a table asleep, he blinks, he couldn't tell if it was worry, or surprise but he manages to school it like he was taught, the soldiers eyes follow Zola as he pulls out the bag of super serum, it was a cheap one, not to affective but it'll still work, just not like his, the soldier watches as Zola sticks it into an IV like bag and he watches as Zola stick the IV into you and slowly the serum makes it way to your skin and finally it slips into your blood stream making you jolt in pain and cry out.
Avengers tower (Present) Bucky's room Bucky's Pov His eyes snap open quickly and they dart around, checking for any signs of danger or anyone one at all, nothing it's all silent except for his racing heart and his own breathing, his brows are furrowed as he recalls the nightmare, that day, the day when Karpor made him bring that serum to Zola, that day where your life would change for ever and not for the good, a wave of guilt floods through Bucky as he thinks about that day, how he just watched, and stood there as that evil son of a bitch gave you that serum with no remorse as he hurt and changed you drastically. Bucky knew he had to find you, hell he knew you were lost and confused like he was and like he had steve, you'll have him.
Let me know what you think, i will definitely be making different parts to this story, i'm pausing my other story to work on this one since i had this longer and like this better. Part two is being worked on so stay tuned.
Tag list: @sapphirebarnes i know you wanted to be tagged in my other post but i'm keeping that on hold right now, so i hope you like this one just as much.
#marvel#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes x female reader#winter soldier#winter soldier x reader#the avengers#hydra marvel#captain america#tony stark#natasha romanoff#natasha x reader
63 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello :) im new on your page so im not extremely familiar with what you're going through but I'd still like to wish you a smooth recovery before saying anything else.
considering your condition you can absolutely take as long as you need on this request or just not do it at all but i just NEEDED to get this idea off my chest
so last night i read your LOTR characters and how many children they would have hcs and now i absolutely cannot get the idea of frodo with a little girl out of my head :(
just imagine a hobbit toddler with frodos curls like running around and being silly âčïžâčïžâčïž
anyways if you could elaborate on that or just some hcs of frodo as a dad in general would be so greatly appreciated :)
i wish you a smooth recovery and i hooe that you're alright
Thank you so much! I'm sorry this is an OLLLLLDDDD request and I can't remember when this was originally put in but it would be so funny if it was pre-emergency room trip đ but no matter what all healthy here finally đ„° I hope it's ok that I decided to expand on this a little for everyone!
The Hobbits as Dads (Wife!Reader)
Frodo
⧠As I've mentioned, Frodo wants a smaller family, so you end up with two children, a daughter first, then a son. Both of whom just love their sweet father to pieces!
⧠Frodo and your daughter especially are just joined at the hip. Sheâll sit on his desk swinging her legs while he writes or illustrates, asking him what heâs doing until heâs basically reading to her and working all at once!
⧠She chases him around the meadows, giggling as he lets himself almost be caught only to turn around and swoop her up into the air with a wide smile of his own!
⧠Frodo gets so soft whenever he holds your son, who looks just like you! Your daughter has his eyes, but your son is the spitting image of you and he just loves it. He could watch you just sitting there with your little boy in his arms watching forever, but in the end his feet carry him right to your sofa to snuggle in, your little girl on his heels!
⧠Dances with your daughter at every party, even when she is little and has to stand atop his feet as they twirl.
⧠Every morning Frodo wakes your children up with a kiss to the forehead and it almost brings tears to his eyes sometimes at the way your little boy absolutely leaps into his arms to be carried out to breakfast, the biggest smile on his little face, so reminiscent of his beloved wife's.
Sam
⧠The absolute king of making all his children feel heard despite having so many! He's invested in so many hobbies, but the children make him the dearest things, so it's ever so worth it.
⧠For example, Elanor pens the most amazing tales and Sam is always talking about her way with words. Saying how she certainly didn't get it from him! It must be from her brilliant mother. Having heard stories of Gandalf's fireworks, Hamfast works tirelessly to unlock their secret, creating his first little sparklers just in time for his father's birthday party! Sam tears up a little at this.
⧠The father who carries as many kids at a time as he physically can. One hanging around his neck, one on his back, and he strains to lift the ones dangling from his arms, too.
⧠So sweet whenever his children cry that they go to him just as often as you! Takes them in his arms and always has the kindest, most uplifting words ready.
⧠Has a tree, bush, or patch of flowers named for and aided in tending by each child as they chose their favorite.
⧠All the ladies of the Shire giggle at the sight of Sam wrangling three little ones at the market, trying so hard to keep his words gentle as he's holding another of their siblings and they want to put their hands on everything. "But that's simply not polite, now is it?"
Merry
⧠Heâs always wanted at least one son and one daughter, and let me tell you: his daughter will have him wrapped around her finger.
⧠Even if she looks just like you, your daughter has Merryâs smile and as a baby, she mirrors his expressions exactly. You catch him playing peekaboo with her all the time and making faces just to see them spreading across her soft cheeks.
⧠Making toys for his kids becomes a passion of Merryâs. He spends hours carving a little wooden sword for your son that looks as close to the one gifted to him from his fellow soldiers of Rohan.
⧠The dad who takes his kids on outings so mama can have a break! After making you breakfast, Merry runs off with the little ones to go beery picking and brings them back a complete mess of dirt and juice splatters, but also grinning excitedly and holding up brimming baskets of their harvest.
⧠Congratulates your daughter the first time an angry mother complains to him about her slapping her son, who had pushed her down. âThatâs right. Donât let anyone treat you like that.â Turning to you, Merry grins, eyes all aglow with admiration. âHear that? Sheâs a fighter!â
⧠Bedtime is a whole production. Bath time, a story, time laying with each child to talk about anything they want, tucking them inâŠand you can pry it all from Merryâs cold dead hands.
Pippin
⧠The dad who thinks all of his children are so neat, no ifs, ands, or buts, and is best friends with them all. Also the proudest father who cannot stop talking about them all into any remotely available set of ears.
⧠Your firstborn son is Pippinâs best friend, running as soon as he can walk and toddling after his father anywhere he can go, and Pippin always welcomes his company!
⧠Lifts his young ones up onto the Green Dragon tables too and lets them show off their moves or simply holds them while he jumps a little more gently! Your older son is jigging at his side, your second son leaping, and your little girl is on his hip all while Merry and his son dance next door and you watch with the baby in your arms!
⧠Encourages his childrenâs off-the-wall imaginations with all sorts of questions about their little worlds and creatures and of course taking on some of their roles when they need him for a game.
⧠Chaotic apple picking trips with the whole family, which comes to total you, Pippin, and all six of the kids running around like beheaded chickens between the trees and trying to show you the best apple! The oldest boys start tossing them back and forth like a ball, but they also help you bake pies by corralling the little ones and making the process fun for them. Pippin brings the baby in and holds him, teasingly pretending like heâs going to let his little hands steal your apple pieces.
⧠The father who learns every goofy magic trick to make the kids laugh. Always pulling something from behind their ears.
Bilbo
⧠Had you asked him only a handful of years prior, he would have said no children in the house, thank you, but here he is now having tea parties and making boats to float in the stream with your daughter.
⧠The most devoted dad, if a little overprotective. Always hovering behind her, hands raising over her curly little head the moment any possible danger could strike.
⧠Teaches his daughter all the proper tea etiquette after he buys her the perfect little set, fretting a bit when she spills but grinning so proudly as she pours him his little cuppa! They have tea parties all the time and Bilbo addresses all her dolls by name. She insists, after all.
⧠He also takes her on a lot of âadventuresâ that mostly consist of walking through the woods on the edges of the Shire and picnicking on bread and cold meat and cheese from your larder alongside the fruits they pick.
⧠Is very disconcerted when your daughter insists that not only is she going to visit the Lonely Mountain with her papa someday, she is also going to marry a dwarf. Guess she really enjoyed his stories!
⧠Your daughter knows how to do everything. Mend handkerchiefs? Definitely. Finally take that crack at the plumbing? She's right there with her father. Botany? But of course, for how else will they know what all the books they read are describing! Fighting? You both are teaching her that. Your daughter will never be afraid to take on anything with you two for her parents!
Taglist: @lokilover476 @fuckyoumakeart @kilibaggins @filiswingman @ibabblealot @stormchaser819 @pirate-lord-of-narnia @datglutengoblin @letmelickyoureyeballs @mossyskinn @wordbunch @tiny-and-witchy @th3-st4r-gur1 @fleurdemiel-145 @mistresskayla-blog1 @misabelle717 @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @evattude | Reply/Message/Ask to join đ€
#lord of the rings#the hobbit#lotr imagines#the hobbit imagines#lotr x reader#the hobbit x reader#frodo#sam#merry#pippin#bilbo#parent au#ask#anon#requested
87 notes
·
View notes
Text
Choosing The Road - GVF x Reader
Words:1.8k+
Summary: Reader goes on a roadtrip with her lifelong best friends, and they are all after her heart.
CW: MDNI, 18+, fluff, drinking, cursing, can be viewed as both platonic &/or romantic, flirting i guess?, traveling idrk! Love triangle but all 4 of the boys are after reader (love pentagon?) not proofread
This is a bit of a short one I wasnât actually going to post but here we are! I wrote this one on the way to my Starcatcher show :)
I may do a part 2 to this where reader ends up with one of them so lmk if youâd like to see that and who sheâd end up with!
âââââââââââââââââââââ
It was your second day on the road, and it was anything but boring, especially being with the guys. They had been your best friends for years now and a roadtrip with them was something you had always wanted to do, and now was the chance.
Everyone had pitched in a little bit to cover the cost of a rental RV, and everyone took turns driving, except you. You were more than happy to, however the boys wanted you to sit back and enjoy the ride. Sam even decided to bring Rosie with him, which led to even more fun.
Even though you had just gotten on the road yesterday, there were already countless trips to truck stops that had been made. It was always the same routine, too. Sam would get out to stretch his legs, play with Rosie, and photograph the surrounding area. Josh would hop out, take a short walk in the surrounding patches of grass and pick up any flowers, rocks, or sticks he had found nearby. He was really good at journaling and the pieces of nature he had found made for excellent journaling supplies. Danny always made a trip to the bathroom and made sure everyone had their snacks and enough water to last them to the next truck stop. Jake had recently taken up the hobby of writing poetry, so he would sit outside and take in as much scenery as possible to later write about. And for you, well you would join each of them in their respective activities depending on your mood.
âLet the good times roll!â Sam announced, putting the camper in reverse. He had just taken over for Jake as driver.
âWho wants to listen to some blues?â Jake asked, taking out his phone.
âYou. Only you do, Jake.â Josh spat.
Jake plopped himself down in between you and Danny. Without a word, Danny handed him a water bottle and a small bag of crackers.
âThanks bud.â Jake said, opening the bag.
Danny was definitely the mom friend, which made you laugh. The Kiszka boys always had a somewhat childish side. Although they were some of the most responsible and respectful men you knew, they always brought out your inner child, which was one of the reasons you were such great friends with them.
âThis road trip is so fun. I canât wait to make some more lifelong memories with my lifelong friends.â Danny smiled, picking his head up from the book he had been reading.
âI canât wait to see where the road will take us. Bajabule!â Josh cheered, taking a beer can out of the mini fridge in the corner. âSo many good vibes around us.â
This trip was so spontaneous, you didnât even have a planned destination. You guys just wanted to drive around the country until you felt like going back to Nashville.
âJake, could you hand me my water, please?â You ask sweetly.
âOf course, love.â He smiles before turning around to get your pink metal water bottle. Before he could grab it, Danny scoops it up and delivers it to you.
âHere you are, m'lady.â Danny says as you graciously accept the water.
âI was going to get it for her-â Jake begins.
âYou snooze, you lose, buddy.â Danny lovingly pats him on the shoulder.
The various sights you had seen eventually turned into mountain tops that looked identical to one another.
After a few hours of driving straight, Sam finally pulled into a parking lot. You lifted your head out of a book you were reading to take in the new location.
âA truck stop? Another one?â Josh stands up with his hands on his hips.
âI have to pee!â Sam argued. âPlus, I donât want Rosie pooping on the floor, or we might have to pay extra for that.â
âGood call.â Jake nodded, standing up.
âI need to stretch my legs anyways.â Danny added, walking towards the door.
Sam got Rosie on her leash and then made his way out of the RV, and everyone followed after him.
âYou want any snacks?â Josh leaned in, asking you.
âMe? Uh, maybe a coffee would do me some good.â You smile.
âYou got it.â He reciprocated the warm smile and went inside to get snacks.
You followed him at a distance, going to quickly use the restroom.
After you used the restroom, you wandered around the truckstop for a bit. You walked over to a huge map on the wall, examining it carefully.
You quickly grabbed a pamphlet that read âArkansasâ across the top in big blue lettering. You were planning on making a scrapbook of the road trip and figured you would be collecting any sorts of materials for it.
Even though you had been on the road for the past day, and you had no idea where you were, it was good to find out that you had at least made it out of Tennessee.
âArkansas? Huh.â Danny came up behind you and rested a firm hand on your shoulder.
You jump back, startled. You let out a small chuckle. âYeah, I was worried weâd still be in Tennessee.â
âDonât worry about that, Y/N.â Danny laughed. âI think weâre coming pretty close to Oklahoma by now. Maybe if Josh could drive better, weâd be there by now.â
You nodded with a giggle.
âWell, Iâm gonna go get a quick snack. You want anything?â
âNo thanks, Josh is already getting me something.â You smiled. âIâm gonna get some fresh air for a bit.â
You left the truck stop, heading over to the RV. Sam was now outside with Rose. You headed over to them, bending down and greeting Rose with a few pets.
âShe loves you.â Sam smiled as he watched you play with his beloved pet. âBut who doesnât? You're easy to love.â
âI could say the same for you, Sam.â You look up at him and go to stand.
âYeah, right.â He chuckles, giving Rose a treat.
âYou are.â
âReally?â He asks, his eyes going wide.
âDuh. Youâre my best friend. Everybody loves you.â
âAwh.â He sighs and smiles to himself. You even catch a glimpse of him blushing, but he turns away before you can point it out.
You turn around, making your way back to the camper and notice Jake stepping inside.
When you get inside, you notice Jake sitting down on one side of the couch. He pats the spot next to him, signaling for you to join him on the couch.
âHey.â He smiles.
âHey.â You reply, sitting down.
He has his leather bound journal placed open in his lap. You take notice of the many words accompanying the pages.
He notices you looking at the pages as he looks down. âI've been busy.â
âLooks like it.â You nod. âWhat are you writing?â
âIâve been working on some stuff. Some concepts for a new album. Some poetry. Yâknow.â He admits.
âI see youâve gotten a lot done?â
He laughs and glances down at the journal once more. âYou can say that.â
You lean in a bit closer, getting more interested in hearing his ideas. âDoes sight seeing give you inspiration? Is that why youâre always writing stuff down?â
âWell, I actually get a lot of my inspiration from you. Believe it or not.â He gives you a sweet smile.
âJake,â you grin. âThatâs so nice. Can I-â
âI donât want you to see it yet. Only when itâs perfect.â He softly closes his journal and moves it to the side. âI only want you to see my top notch work.â
âJake, I think all your work is top notch.â
âThank you, Darl-â
As he finishes his sentence, Josh comes sauntering back into the vehicle.
âYour coffee, madam.â He dramatically puts his hand out, you take the coffee from him. âAnd I also threw in a bag of chips for you.â
âThank you, Joshy.â You accept the snacks with a cheeky smile.
âNo need to thank me,â He sits himself down on the couch across from you and Jake. âEspecially over a small bag of chips and a coffee. Iâd do anything for you.â
You giggle before Danny and Sam come piling back onto the RV, with Rose following closely behind on her leash.
âAlright, so whoâs driving now?â Sam claps his hands together.
âIâll drive.â Danny stands up. âHavenât driven for a bit now.â
âI know there's a rest stop in aboutâŠ50 miles.â Jake told him.
âMaybe we stop there for the night? Get some rest?â You inquired.
âYes maâam.â Danny nodded, sitting down behind the wheel.
âGetting rest at the rest stop!â Josh chimed in.
âŠ
That night, the RV was parked at a rest stop next to a huge pond. It was off the highway and very peaceful. The RV bunks were anything but comfortable. You had been tossing and turning, not able to get any sleep. You thought for a minute before deciding on reading your book. That always helped you fall asleep easier. As you walk into the sitting area to retrieve your book, you see Joshâs silhouette on one of the couches.
âJosh?â You ask in a whisper, blinking back your lack of sleep.
âOh!â he jumped back, startled. âWhatâre you doing up?â
âCanât sleep. How âbout you?â
âThat makes two of us.â
âHave you seen my book?â You ask, squinting in the darkness trying to find it.
He shakes his head. âCanât say I have.â
âDammit.â You sigh under your breath.
âWhy so sad? Come join me outside.â
âFor what?â
âI donât know.â He shrugs. âJust feel like it. A night underneath the starsâŠ?â He says unsurely.
You oblige and follow him outside.
He finds a nearby picnic table and lays down on top of it, looking up at the night sky.
âLay with me.â
âLay with you?â
âYeah, câmon.â He pats the spot next to you.
You lay next to him and stare at the sky as well. Itâs silent for a few moments, as both of you are just admiring the sky and wondering what to talk about.
âSo many stars out tonight. Theyâre all so bright too.â
âYouâre the brightest star, though.â
âSays you.â You chuckle, your cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. âYouâre literally the brightest star out there.â
âSo Iâm the sun?â He asks.
âThe sun is still a star.â You nod matter of factly.
âYou know what? if you asked me to, I would go up there, and catch all the starsâŠIâd bring them back down for you.â He admits, laying his hands against his chest.
âThatâd be one big feat.â
He chuckles. âFor you, itâd be nothing.â
âThanks JoshâŠâ
âYou know, Iâd do anything for you. Iâm sure all of us would. We love you so much.â He sits there for a minute before sitting up with wide eyes. âOh my god. Thatâd make for a good album name.â He smiles to himself before looking over at you, whoâs long asleep by now.
#danny gvf#danny wagner#greta van fic#greta van fleet#greta van fleet fanfic#gvf fanfiction#gvf fluff#gvf imagine#gvf x reader#jake gvf#josh kiskza fanfic#josh gvf#josh kiszka#sam kiszka gvf#sammy kiszka#sam gvf#sam kiszka#jake kiska fic#jake kiskza x reader#josh kiszka x reader#danny wagner gvf#danny wagner fanfiction#danny wagner fluff#danny wagner fic#greta van fluff#sammy gvf#gvf#gvf fic
75 notes
·
View notes
Note
đ Happy Birthday Month 500 Follower Celebration! đ»
For The Carrying On SeriesâŠ
ârecording and fondly laughing at the other as they trigger all the Halloween displays in the storesâ
(I imagine the video being for reader & Sam đ)
Thank you so much my darling friend! Thank you for all of your asks, thank you for your friendship and kind words. It all means so much to me â„ïž
I loved this ask and I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it! đ
That Was Scary!
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F! Reader, supporting character Sam Winchester
Warnings: couple of swear words, PG-13 smexy time, smooches, alludes to sex, fluff and fun
Word Count: 2.1K-ish (I really am trying to keep these shorter but I canât)
Summary: Part of the Carrying On Series. Iâll leave it linked HERE. Itâs that spooky time of year again and Charlie is excited to go look for his costume and check out everything at the Halloween store. Uncle Sam is in town again and youâre devising a plan to try and scare Dean.
As always, thank you for reading! Â I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Donât be shy to tell me your favorite part. đđ đ
The vibrant reds and yellows of the fall foliage contrast against the deep green pine forests and the snow capped mountain landscapes.
The autumn scenery around your new Colorado home was a beautiful sight to behold. The early evening sunsets painted the entire sky with shades of purple, pink, and orange. They were absolutely breathtaking.
Dean and Charlie were used to it. It was all Charlie had ever known and Dean had lived there for a long time now but you werenât sure you would ever get used to this view. Being able to walk out onto your back deck, look straight out and see the tops of the Rocky Mountains covered in snow, the sun warming the sky, and the fluffy clouds above them was a luxury you never wanted to take for granted. Not everyone had the privilege of seeing something like this.
You could feel him sneaking up behind you. His eyes raked over you as you observed the clouds move over the mountains and he gazed at you fondly as you let the last bit of sun warm your face before it disappeared behind the mountains until tomorrow.
Your lips curled into a wide smile as you stated, âItâs beautiful isnât it, Dean.â
âYes it is, sweetheart.â He replied.
You looked over your shoulder at him and biting down on your lower lip, you shyly said, âBaby, youâre not even looking at the view.â
âOh my view is very beautiful.â Said Dean.
Keeping his eyes locked on you, he slowly climbed the deck stairs, walked over to you and pulled you in close by the waist so your back was flush with his chest. As you closed your eyes, you felt his full lips kiss your temple and his strong arms squeeze your body like he never wanted to let you go.
The crisp mountain air cooled your cheeks as the two of you enjoyed the silence and his body heat kept you from getting too cold.
âI hate to ruin such a perfect moment, buuuuutâŠâ Dean started to say.
As you turned around to face him, you snaked your arms around his neck so you were looking up into his green eyes that matched the patches of grass that were still clinging to life.
âCharlie wants to go now, doesnât he.â You said.
Dean closed the gap between your bodies and right before he kissed you, he replied, âWell, he can wait one more minute because I havenât kissed you properly yet today. Heâs been bugginâ me about goinâ all day.â
âSpooky season,â as Charlie called it, had arrived and he had been bothering Dean for the past week about going to check out everything at the Halloween store and picking out his costume.
âI feel like I havenât seen you in weeks, sweetheart.â Said Dean with a slight growl in his voice.
Between work, Sam visiting, and Charlie back in school, getting alone time with each other has been tough the past few weeks. By the time you both were finished with work, dinner, and helping Charlie with his homework, most nights you were too tired to do anything. You would end up falling asleep watching a movie or falling asleep in bed before Dean could come over.
âWhat are you talkinâ about, baby? I see you every day. Stop exaggerating.â You said, gently brushing his beard with your thumb.
âYou know what I mean, y/n.â He said in a frustrated tone.
You did know what he meant but you were just trying to make him feel better. It wasnât anyoneâs fault, life had become just a little bit busier, and both of you were trying to adjust to your new schedules.
âI know, handsome. I know what you meant, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little. Weâre still trying to get used to everything, thatâs all. Weâll figure it out, ok? Ok?â You said.
His eyes were focused on the ground and he was pouting slightly. He looked so adorable doing it though, nodding his head.
Dean cupped your cheeks as his lips collided with yours. Caging you in against the deck railing, he firmly pressed his body against yours, parted your lips with his tongue and wanted desperately for it to twist and knot with yours.
A smirk played across his lips as a strangled moan escaped your mouth, his hardening length pressed against your core, and he was leaving little love bites down the side of your neck.
Just as he reached for the top button of your jeans, you heard Charlie call out to him from his front yard.
âDAD!!! Can we go now?!!!â Shouted Charlie.
Dean grumbled under his breath, âSon of a bitchâŠâ Then yelled back, âIN A MINUTE, CHARLIE!!â
And then you heard Samâs voice.
âYEAH! COME ON DAD! LETâS GO!â Sam shouted, sarcastically.
You bit down on your thumb to try and keep from laughing but it was hard not to. Pulling him by the shirt, you said with a chuckle, âCome on, Dad. The kids wanna go play.â
âIâll kill them both, I swear.â Growled Dean.
You kissed him on the cheek and said with a sly smile, âMaybe we can play with each other later, stud. Letâs go!â
**********
Charlie practically jumped out of the Impala while it was still moving so he could go inside and look around before anyone else could. When Dean and Sam were young, they never really experienced any holidays and when Dean became a father, he wanted to give Charlie as normal a childhood as he possibly could so he and his wife started doing all of itâŠHalloween, Thanksgiving, ChristmasâŠit gave him a reason to do all of the things he missed out on when he was a child.
âLook at this one, Dad!!!â Exclaimed Charlie.
He pointed to a trio of skeletons playing instruments. The description said that you could set up music through Bluetooth and it will look like the skeletons are singing and playing along to the music playing.
âThatâs a lot of money, Charlie but it is pretty awesome.â Said Dean.
Dean didnât know but you and Sam had a text conversation on the way, discussing how the two of you were going to try and scare Dean with some of the motion sensor Halloween displays.
You had a feeling Sam and Dean had plans of their own to try and scare you and Charlie too. Basically, there were a lot of clandestine plans being made around you and it kept you on guard while walking around the store.
Row after row of scary masks were mounted on the walls and they had what looked like every costume you could possibly want. Accessories like fake swords and guns were in baskets at the end of the aisles while makeup, fake teeth and wigs were in another aisle.
You never really experienced many holidays as a kid either being on the road with your father so you were really enjoying looking at everything in the Halloween shop.
The animatronics section was pretty incredible and Dean knew exactly which ones to turn on to try and scare youâŠthe spiders. The first one was black with black and red striped legs and glowing red eyes. You nearly climbed up the wall when it jumped out in front of you and as you lurched forward, it tripped the motion sensor for the large fuzzy gray spider next to it.
While trying to control his laughter, Dean said, âYou should have seen your face! Actually, you can see your face, I got it all on video!â
âVery funny, baby.â You replied with narrowed eyes, pressing your lips into a straight line, and folding your arms protectively across your chest.
âOh it was very funny.â Said Dean.
You hadnât decided how but you were going to get him back.
Charlie managed to find probably the scariest clown mask on earth to scare Sam. He patiently waited behind one of the other clown animatronics and just as Sam was about to walk past him, he jumped out and gave his uncle a good jump scare. All of the color drained out of Samâs face leaving him white as a ghost.
âI got you good Uncle Sam!â Charlie said with a wide smile across his face.
Stuttering slightly over his words, Sam replied, âY-yes y-you did, buddy. Why donât we go put that mask away ok? Far, far away. Ya know what, letâs just buy it so I can burn itâŠthat thing isâŠterrifying.â
Of course Dean recorded that one too. It was tough to scare him because he wasnât scared of much but you had an idea that you texted to Sam and you needed a distraction so you could buy what you needed without Dean noticing.
You told Dean you would buy Charlieâs costume for him which was a perfect cover for what you needed to buy to get Dean back for scaring you with those spiders.
âAlrightâŠwe ready to go?â Dean asked.
The three of you nodded and then headed for home.
**********
âWe tried to scare you, Dad! Nothing worked.â Said Charlie during dinner.
Dean replied, âItâs ok, buddy. Iâm just not easily scared. You three on the other handâŠI think Sammy is gonna have nightmares about that clown mask. And donât worry sweetheart, Iâll check under the bed for giant spiders.â
Deanâs lips curled up into a devilish smile.
While Charlie was getting ready for bed, you gave Sam a quick nod, silently communicating to him that it was time to get Dean back for scaring you. Charlie was in his bedroom getting ready to do his part to try and scare his father.
With a confused look on his face, Dean looked over at you and Sam and asked, âDid Charlie go to bed?â
You glanced down the hallway toward Charlieâs room and the door was closed.
âHe must have; the door is closed.â You replied with raised eyebrows.
Dean walked down the hallway and opened the door to Charlieâs room. It was completely dark inside and when he flicked on the light he saw a figure sitting on Charlieâs bed in a doll mask; Dean yelled âAHHHH!â and stumbled backwards into you and Sam also wearing creepy doll masks, making him jump even higher off of the ground.
You recorded his reaction to Charlie on your phone while Charlie recorded Deanâs reaction to you and Sam on Samâs phone. The perfect revenge.
You managed to pull it off when he least expected it and as you tried to control your laughter, Dean stormed out of the room with a sour look on his face.
âOk, ok ya got me!â Scoffed Dean, throwing his hands in the air.
After hi-fives all around, you chased after him.
âWhere ya goinâ, baby?â You asked with a wide smile.
âYou got me with the one thing that freaks me outâŠI hate dolls.â He said, pacing back and forth with his hands on his hips. âIs that why you offered to buy Charlieâs costume?â
âWell I needed a way to be able to buy those doll masks without you noticing.â You said. âBut I also really want to buy Charlieâs costume for him. I never got to participate in Halloween when I was young so it was nice to see the excitement in his face. Tonight was really fun for me, Dean.â
He pulled you in close, your chest flush with his, and he kissed you on the forehead as you melted into his embrace.
âEven though I scared you with spiders?â Asked Dean.
A wide smile stretched across your lips as you hummed into his chest, âHmmmm, even though you scared me with spiders.â
âI love you.â He said softly. âCharlie loves his costume. You heard him earlier. He wonât stop talking about it.â
As you snaked your arms around his neck, you pulled his face toward yours until his lips met yours. Dean growled against your mouth as he parted your lips with his tongue and held you in a firm embrace.
Your fingers were spread wide as to let his soft brown hair glide in between them while his large hands roamed all over your body before resting them firmly on your hips.
Whispering against his mouth, you replied, âIâm so happy he does and I love you too, Dean.â You paused briefly, enjoying the feeling of his hands dancing up and down your back before saying, âYa knowâŠI got something else from the Halloween store that I thought youâd might like.â
A sly smile stretched across your lips as Dean walked over to the table where the bag was. He looked inside and saw the sexy nurse costume, then yelled out to Sam, âSammy! Will you watch Charlie for a little while, I gotta goâŠtake care of somethinâ.â
Sam stuck his head out of Charlieâs room, âDean, I have some research to do for a case. I need some time toââ
But Dean interrupted him, âOk thanks, dude. Iâll be back later. Byeeeeee!â Said Dean, quickly ushering you out of the front door. âGo, go, go sweetheart.â
Sam shouted down the hallway as the front door slammed shut.
âDEAN!!!â
Too late, the two of you were already halfway across the yard, headed toward your house and tonight he was going to show you what an adult Halloween was all about.
Tag List: @munsonownsmyass @gijos @vaguekayla @stoneyggirl2
Others that might enjoy: @k-marzolf @jvanilly @fluffyprettykitty @deans-spinster-witch @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend
#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x female!reader#dean winchester imagine#dean winchester fanfiction#supernatural#ericca answers#ericcaâs 500 follower celebration
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
OCTOBER PROMPTS đ â 13. Tara Carpenter
A/N: The way yâall voted on that poll was a true landslide lol I guess I didnât realize how huge the tara stans are. So here goes something for my final fall prompt, hope this doesnât flop like scream 7 will đ€đ€«đ« but this is a short and simple ending so I do hope you enjoy this.
PROMPTS are from HERE & HERE + Iâm using: going to a pumpkin patch + âyou look cold, do you want a hug?â + âyou think someone died here?â
WARNINGS: slight language I think? Dark humor. Age-difference: with Tara being twenty-one and oc/reader being twenty-five/six + Chad and Tara never became a thing in this timeline!
<- read my previous october anthology prompt here.
âșËâïœĄÂ°â©ââ§Ë°. ⌠âșËâïœĄÂ°â©ââ§Ë°. ⌠âșËâïœĄÂ°â©ââ§Ë°. ⌠âșËâïœĄÂ°â© âșË
Being at a pumpkin patch in mid-November when the skies were painted like pale ice in a frozen lake and the trees lost their copper leaves for good was questionable for Tara. The air no longer had its crispness to it but it started to feel more along the lines of a wild animal taking bites out of your face here in New York. However Tara couldnât find herself complainingâwell despite the fact that Sam turned this into a group outingâTara couldnât wait to see Johnnie.
Johnnie was Samâs age, older than Tara, and easily became likable in Taraâs eyes although Sam often gave Johnnie a hard time even in the beginning. Of course they still had to be cautious but Tara always stood on the fact that she just wanted to live life after itâs been at risk of being taken away for good. She wouldnât be as naive as last year but something about Johnnie had Taraâs insides turning into mushâin a good way thoughânot in a decaying guts kind of way.
The train ride was recommended by Johnnie to her familyâs farm from the city and that became a whole debacle between the friends, until Tara waved her phone in the air saying that she already purchased a ticket while the rest could spend forever trying to figure out what they wanted to do. Mindy found this humorous how whenever Johnnie was mentioned, Tara made it her mission to be tuned into the conversation if she checked out.
Mindy was the first to pick up on the signs before Tara did and took great pride in Tara coming to her first out of the core four. Chad would argue against that saying he was actually the first since Tara did start to vent when they pulled a all nighter together. However he actually had no clue who Tara could be talking about and ended up eavesdropping when she chatted to Mindy one afternoon when he was supposed to be studyingâŠbasically pick a twin to believe at this point.
Tara couldnât wipe the smile off her face on the train ride, fingers rapidly flying over her screen to the dimpled grin on her face when she spotted Johnnie helping out at the entrance of her familyâs pumpkin patch.
âTheyâre with me, cousin.â Johnnie informs the family member with hair as white as snow, before grabbing up the walkie to contact someone else to head to the front and help out, now being off the clock with her friends here.
âCan we get more free perks for Christmas?â Chad asks as they briefly embrace and Johnnie rolls her eyes.
Johnnie folded her arms, âWhy? So you can continue bringing your flings around and eat their tongues instead of enjoying the scenery?â
Chad frowned, âwho are these flings that you speak of? Iâm here enjoying the pumpkins with my favorite sister.â
As he goes to toss an arm over the curly haired girlâs shoulder, she shoves him away, âsave it for the jury, Chad. I saw you eyeing that pretty girl with the shell earrings and racer jacket not too long ago.â
âI meanâŠshe could be the one.â Chad couldnât even bother to deny his wandering eyes.
Sam, Mindy, and Tara all share a groan while Danny snickers at Chadâs usual antics before being elbowed by Sam.
âHey Tara,â Johnnie says, falling into step with the smaller girl; after informing everyone of the many activities the farm included.
Tara smiles up at her, âHey JohnnieâŠremind me why weâre going pumpkin hunting so late into the season?â
âWellâŠIâm having a Friendsgiving next weekend at my spot andâŠthat maybe partly true but I also wanted to hang out with you again before that.â Johnnie was honest with this, which made Tara slowly nod her head in appreciation.
Johnnie used to attend the same university as the three, received her degrees, started her business of creating designs on amputeeâs prosthetics and moved to New Jersey two months ago to purchase her own home. So her having her shit together was definitely inspiring (and not to mention attractive) in Taraâs eyes and although she didnât have everything figured out herself, one thing she was sure of: spending time with Johnnie felt right, scary yet comfortable and safe.
âOhhh thatâs right, I almost forgot about that.â Tara widens her eyes in realization, cursing to herself that she actually did forget about this but knew she could blame it on being swamped in school work, while Johnnie stumbles.
With a hand on her chest, she sighs playfully, âyou wound me carpenter.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â Tara replies with a longing stare as they approach the line in front of a few booths.
Johnnie leans towards Tara who doesnât realize sheâs holding her breath, âwhatâre you in the mood for?â
ââŠhmm?â Tara asks, quickly pulling her eyes back to the line when Johnnie tries to catch her eye.
Johnnie laughs, âthe menu. Anything catch your interest?â
âWell,â Tara starts as the autumn chill washes over the attendees on the farm, making her hunch her mesh covered shoulders a bit and clasp her hands together, âwhat would you recommend?â
âEverything.â
Tara scoffs as Johnnie winks at her.
âCan you even see the menu up ahead?â
âIâm not blind.â
âNah, just short.â Johnnie teases while Tara quickly tosses a middle finger at the older girl.
Johnnie laughs to herself, picking up on taraâs attire which failed to keep her warm on this breezy farm. So Johnnie takes the opportunity to stand behind Tara instead, who is now bouncing on her tippy toes to what may seem like she was attempting to see the menu but it was probably to keep her blood flowing better.
Taraâs almost ready to swing until her belly realizes the familiar rasp by her ear, âyou look cold, do you want a hug?â
Before her mouth can fumble out an answer, tatted hands come into Taraâs view as Johnnie locks her arms across Taraâs shoulders. She doesnât find herself going stiff but easily welcomes Johnnieâs touch. A small smile graces Taraâs lips as her eyes fall in love with the dainty details of ink that decorate Johnnieâs skin. The artwork tells a story of Johnnieâs big heart which some may view as a contrast to her androgynous exterior much like the striking scar through Taraâs palm. That same scar Johnnie lightly draws a fingertip over from time to time and does so right now as Tara buries her nose against the side of Johnnieâs tatted other thumb.
Tara can even smell the balance of scents on Johnnieâs warm skin, a light creamy but earthy scent that makes Tara envision curling underneath blankets and staring out at Misty mountains instead of crowded streets full of loud voices, and suspicious faces. A sense of serenity that Tara wasnât sure sheâd ever find until she met Johnnie.
âWhat ya smiling at?â
Tara pries her eyes open, knowing she had been caught but keeps her eyes on the line that she didnât realize moved forward some. âNothing. You just think youâre so smooth when you could have been said you wanted to hold my hand earlier.â
Johnnie quickly places a peck to Taraâs temple so fast that she thinks she imagines it, âI want to do more than just hold your hand,â Johnnie ends up whispering before unraveling herself from Tara, who has to fight to hold herself up right.
âSâorry.â She mutters to those behind her as Johnnie takes the lead, heading right up to the stand, falling into small chatter with the worker before introducing an awkward Tara.
Tara is wide eyed as Johnnie banters back and forth for a little before they both set eyes on Tara.
âWhat?â Tara raises a brow, finding that sheâs zoned out again just gazing at Johnnie socialize.
âYou strike me as a apple nachoâs kinda girl.â The male worker says while Johnnie pretends to think about it.
âIâd say a apple cider donut but youâre of course welcome to try whichever or anything else on the board.â Johnnie responds, âon me.â
Tara tilts her head to the side, âwhatâre you getting?â
âThe apple nachos,â Johnnie states.
Tara nods, âthen Iâll get the donutâŠas long as you share.â
âSure, sure. Anything you want,â Johnnie beams before turning back to the man, âyou heard the lady!â
âYeah, yeah.â He fans Johnnie with a knowing look before shouting out to the cooks off to the side.
With a carton tray full of crisp apple pastriesânachos, a side of caramel, two forks, and a yellow bag full of mini apple cider donuts, the two continued traveling through the large field together.
âWhere have these been my entire life?â Tara groans after savoring the dessert.
Johnnie laughs, âright up here on this farm, I take it youâre enjoying those nachos?â
âEnjoying? More like Iâd love to marry them! Canât you tell by the way Iâm murdering these bitches?! Perfect crunch on the outside and crisp from the apple on the inside, all with a side of caramel sauce?! Itâs so delicious to the point i canât even apologize for the noises youâre hearing because itâs your fault and I hope we finish them before the rest try to get any.â Tara admits through her rant while Johnnie abruptly stops.
Tara lifts her head, ready to question what was going on but Johnnie steered them in a different direction, âthen we better head the other way since theyâre all up by the goats and llamas.â
âGood call,â Tara says peeking over her shoulder to see Sam all cuddled up with Danny.
Disgustingly so.
Johnnieâs family farm was nice to be at although the temperature was constantly dropping but there werenât many people out this evening, which was fine by Tara. The further they circled around the farm the closer they got to one of the rides here. It was the Ali babaâthe large swing on the boot of a bulldozer? The pair stood beside each other outside the gate, watching as a few faces disappeared higher into the now gravel colored sky from side to side.
âyou think someone died here?â Tara asks around the donut she previously stuffed her freckled face with.
Johnnie glances at tara and rotates to her better ear, âhuh?â
The air from the ride and the earth along with the carnival music made it a bit difficult but after tara finishes the donut she speaks a bit louder, repeating the question, âyou think someone died here?â
A couple shoot Tara a nasty look as they exit from behind the fence and Johnnie smirks at them with a mocking wave, leaning against the metal gate. Tara letâs out a snort as she leans towards Johnnie.
âWhereâs that coming from?â Johnnie sweeps Taraâs bangs to the side.
Tara shrugs, âapparently horror films are not just a one month thing with Mindy. Weâre now on your favorite series: final destination.â
Johnnie dips her head in understanding, âAh,â and almost feels flattered that Tara remembered, âwell this farms been open for about fifteen years and that rideâs only been around for the past five maybe? As far I knowâŠno deaths. Why? You wanna get on?â
âHell yeah I do,â Tara nods with a grin, âand I donât care that I may puke everything up. As long as you promise to hold my hand.â
Johnnie taps her chin before matching Taraâs smile after lightly pressing their foreheads together, âI think I can do that, babe.â
âBabe?!â Tara thinks to herself as Johnnie takes their trash to the nearest barrel before meeting Tara half way with her hand held out.
And Tara doesnât hesitate as she slips her smaller hand into Johnnieâs tatted one. She gives Taraâs hand a squeeze, fingers interlocked which Tara gazes down at while Johnnie watches Tara. When tara flicks her brown doe eyes back to meet Johnnieâs, they smile sweetly once more, feeling like this could be the start ofânope not something new! but a romance worth taking a stab-wait thatâs not right either! chance on.
âșËâïœĄÂ°â©ââ§Ë°. ⌠âșËâïœĄÂ°â©ââ§Ë°. ⌠âșËâïœĄÂ°â©ââ§Ë°. ⌠âșËâïœĄÂ°â© âșË
#Spotify#queued#scream#scream 2023#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x female reader#Tara carpenter x reader#jenna ortega#sam carpenter#scream 7#fall prompts#mindy meeks martin#chad meeks martin
92 notes
·
View notes
Text
dancing with our hands tied (part ii)
jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // enemies to lovers // fwb
masterlist // read on ao3
summary: the aftermath where some more impulse decisions are made
word count: 3.9k
once again shout out to bestie @whimsical-roasting for Understanding Jamie Tartt on a visceral level. i owe you everything !!! my muse fr and fav writing partner <333
àŒ»â§â§â§àŒș
You barely paid attention to what happened during the match, but Laney squealed and gushed about some of the great plays, so you at least knew she had a good time.Â
The entire match you found yourself staring off into space, your mind replaying the events of the last hour. His mouth hot along your neck. His hands holding you tight against him as he pounded into you. You would come back to yourself only to realize you were staring down at Jamie. He played really well; you could tell by his cocky attitude and high spirits whenever he cheered with his fellow teammates.Â
You refused to unpack why you were thinking about him so much, or why he was playing particularly well today. It took every ounce of self restraint not to think about the moments preceding the match, but it was hard when you still felt the phantom grip of his fingers on your hips. The ache between your legs had yet to subside.
You walked back into the training facility with Laney, headed for the locker rooms since you promised your friend that sheâd be able to meet everyone after the match.
You were not looking forward to inevitably running into Jamie.
Before the events of this afternoon, you had a dread when it came to interacting with him, knowing you had to be on the top of your comeback game. After the events of this afternoon, you wondered if you would ever be able to verbally spar with him again. Not after knowing how he feels. How he sounds when heâs coming undone.
You were irreversibly fucked.
Despite wanting to run in the opposite direction of the locker room, you walked in with your head held as high as you could muster. You saw Jamie right away, your eyes scanning quickly over his sweaty, fatigued form. Despite the muddy patches on his kit, he was glowing. A little part of you relished in the fact that he played so well after your impulsive hatesex.Â
Getting the attention of the team, you introduced Laney to the boys.Â
âSheâs a big Richmond fan, so I wanted to give her a chance to say hello to you all,â you explained, nudging her to talk.Â
She stumbled through a greeting with an air of partial shyness, but the boys were happy from their win, which broke the ice easily as she went around to chat with some of the players. You followed her around, taking a backseat to the conversation so she could enjoy her moment with the guys. Every bone in your body was telling you to look at Jamie.
But you refused to glance over in the direction of Jamieâs locker, even though you could feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of your head.Â
When you finally chanced a look in his direction, he was staring directly at you, just as you suspected. You ended up tripping on air as you hastily looked away, clearly an aftershock from the events preceding the game. You hoped no one noticed your shaky legs causing you problems, but Sam spoke up jovially.
âWoah, jelly legs today, y/n?â he joked as he passed by.Â
Your eyes involuntarily looked over at Jamie again, only to catch him smirking at the interaction. You clenched your teeth together, but told Sam that you were doing all right, just feeling clumsy.
After a couple more minutes, Laney bounded over to tell you she made plans to get drinks with some of the guys, and asked if you wanted to come along. While it all sounded fun and you always enjoyed going out for drinks with the players, you just wanted to head home and unpack everything that had happened today. When you told her you might just go home, she seemed sad but also not too sad to be going out with a bunch of fit footballers on her own.Â
You headed back to the physio office to grab your stuff and finally took off the doomed Tartt jersey. As you packed your bag to go home, Zach, the new team nutritionist, walked in.Â
You greeted him as you finished up, and he smiled over at you.Â
âHey, I saw you trip earlier, you okay?â he asked as he also collected his items to go home. âYou headed out? Me too, let me walk you to your car.â
âOkay,â you smiled brightly at him.
Zach had only been working at the dog track since the beginning of the season, but he was friendly, fit, and it was always nice when there was a cute new guy to have a work crush on. You shared an office with a few of the other med staffers, so you often got lunch together and chatted with him frequently. Sometimes he flirted with you, and you were left wondering if he would ever ask you out.
You grabbed your bag and headed out of the office, with Zach closing the door behind you. You quietly chatted with him about the game as you walked through the facility.
As you turned the corner toward the exit, you almost ran right into Jamie, which had you once again tripping on air. Both Zach and Jamie reached out to catch you, but you righted yourself on your own. You couldnât help your eyes going wide as you looked between the two of them, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.
Once you were standing tall again, your eyes met Jamieâs and it felt like he was trying to tell you a million things with his eyes. You couldnât read any of it, but maybe you just didnât want to. The intensity of his stare had you looking away to avoid dissecting your emotions in the middle of the Richmond FC hallways.
âSo gravityâs not your friend today, huh?â Zach tried to lighten the mood.
You let out a flustered giggle as you shook your head, feeling shy about acting flirtatiously with Zach in front of a man you fucked not even a few hours ago.Â
Jamie had a hardened gaze when you looked back at him. He rubbed at his chin, still standing in front of you and Zach. The awkwardness in the air was stifling.Â
Suddenly, Jamie pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and held it out to you. You hesitated before accepting it with a questioning look, and opened it to see an address scrawled across in scratchy uppercase letters. You crumpled the piece of paper into your fist and glared at him.
He looked at you innocently, so you smiled sweetly at Zach before yanking Jamie aside.
âWhat the fuck is this?â you whispered.
âThought you might want it,â he said with a cheeky grin. Like he knew everything in the world.Â
You glared at him. âNothingâs happening again, I already told you that.â
âSure, okay. When you come to your senses,â he took the piece of paper out of your hands and flattened it back out before placing it in your hand again. âYou know where to find me.âÂ
Before you could say anything else, he left without so much as goodbye. You let out a humorless laugh at his behavior.
Zach walked over to you, suddenly reminding you that you werenât alone.Â
âWhat was that about?â he asked you.
âDonât worry about it,â you replied. âJust Jamie being Jamie.âÂ
It was vague because you didnât really know what to say, but Zach nodded like he understood. It was a bit quieter as you finished the walk to the car park, but it was early enough in the night that you sorta hoped Zach might ask you out for a bite to eat.Â
Ask me out! you want to yell at him. Ask me out so I donât go home and freak out about the fact that I had sex with the price prick of all pricks.
You felt guilty for even thinking of using him as a distraction, but sex with Jamie was also just a distraction from the truth. School and then work had taken up so much of your time; you hadnât been in an actual relationship in years, just bouncing from one hook-up to the next. You were tired of it. You wanted to find your person. To have someone be there. To finally stop going on stupid dating apps and getting set up on blind dates. Zach was nice. Why couldnât he just ask you out?
He didnât. Clearly the interaction with Jamie ruined whatever vibe you had going on earlier, and Zach bid you goodbye, telling you heâd see you at work tomorrow.Â
You got into your car feeling a bit bummed out. While you hadnât been getting major signals from Zach, you still flirted a decent amount with each other and were hoping that maybe heâd finally ask you out. Were you not putting off the right vibes?Â
You were halfway home, flipping through radio stations when you caught a glance at the piece of paper Jamie had given you. You pursed your lips, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel while you contemplated.
Inside, you fought a war with yourself. On one hand, it had been a while since youâd had sex, and now a fit footballer was offering himself up on a silver platter. On the other hand, Jamie would be so fucking smug if you showed up, and he was a fit footballer whose actions were unpredictable. Could your pride, and your emotions, take the hit?
You found your answer as you plugged the address into your navigation app and headed over to his place. You refused to think about the consequences, refused to have any thoughts in your head.Â
The nerves didnât hit you until you were standing on Jamieâs front steps, ringing the doorbell. Were you insane? The door opened not even a minute later.
âLook who decided to show up.âÂ
Despite his cocky words, his face told you he was in fact surprised that you decided to come over. His eyes are shiny in the night time light as they peered into your own.
You took a step through his doorway, ignoring your shaky hands.Â
âI donât wanna hear it,â you said, grabbing his face with both hands and bringing his lips to yours.Â
He let out a near whimper when your lips touched. You hated how he made you feel like everything was falling into place. You heard the door shut behind you as he grabbed onto your waist, drawing you closer to him.Â
It only took a few seconds before you both were panting and breathless against each other. You gripped his shirt, trying to bring him impossibly closer, while his hands roamed your torso, sliding beneath your shirt.Â
You were the first to slide your tongue into the otherâs mouth, earning a surprised little âmhmp!â from Jamie. But he was quick to recover, sucking on yours as his fingers rubbed circles against your sides where your shirt had ridden up.Â
Itâs like your hands had a mind of their own, traveling up over his shirt to his sculpted shoulders and down his arms to squeeze his bicep. You reveled in the way he flexed under you, so reactive to your touch. Further pressing yourself against him, you brought your arms to settle around his neck, nails lightly scratching his nape.
Jamie groaned as you slid your hands through his hair, tugging at the strands. He slowly started moving backward toward the staircase, but you hardly noticed while his lips traced a hot path down your jawline and neck. Your skin was alight with the fire everywhere he touched.Â
Once you got to the stairs, in the hastiness of each other, you almost tripped again. You were starting to get tired of this sudden clumsiness, even more so when you heard him chuckle. He didnât even try to hide how amused he was. God, the asshole sounded so smug but you didnât miss the hoarseness in his voice. You werenât the only one so affected.Â
He spun you around and sat you on the stairs, unzipping your jeans with one hand while supporting himself with the other.Â
You werenât sure what he was doing, but once he had better access to your underwear, you wondered if he was going to just fuck you on his stairs. You found the urgency of his actions turned you on immensely.Â
He met your lips with his own as his fingers pressed against your clit over the fabric. He swallowed up the moan you let out at the contact. The feeling of his two fingers rubbing circles over the evergrowing wet patch on your underwear felt sensational. You felt even more aroused as you thought of the mental image of yourself, helpless under him as he rubbed and kissed you. Your obvious growing arousal gave away how eager you were for his touch, and you realized didnât mind if he knew it.Â
But the hard stairs beneath you were digging into your back, stealing your focus from him all over you.
You broke the kiss for a moment, opening your eyes to see Jamie gazing intently at you. Your breaths came out in heavy pants as you stared back. You pressed a hand to his cheek, endearingly.
âI love the enthusiasm,â you said, gesturing to his hand in your pants, âBut this is kinda uncomfy. Happen to have a bed somewhere?â
Jamie blinked at you for a moment before seeming to shake himself out of his reverie and withdrawing his hand. He nodded, standing up and pulling you up with him.Â
Suddenly you were swooped into his arms, as he climbed the stairs. You couldnât help the laugh you let out at the romantic gesture.Â
You let out another laugh upon entering his room. You hadnât really noticed much of the decor downstairs, instead being solely focused on kissing the daylights out of Jamie Tartt. But now that you glanced around his bedroom, you noticed little pieces of him.Â
A big full length mirror next to the closet. Some trophies on his dresser. A large painting that looked abstract but you knew if you asked him about it, he would wax poetic about the artistry.Â
His bed was covered in slate gray sheets, a dozen plush pillows and a dark duvet. And the thing that stood out most? The leopard print headboard.Â
Jamie noticed you observing his room, bringing your eyes back to him.Â
âGoodân proper, innit?â he asked, looking proud of his interior design.
You let out an incredulous giggle, before he pulled you over to the bed, and pressed you into the sheets.Â
Your clothes were off in record time and Jamie Tartt was suddenly between your legs. He peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, taking his time to savor every inch of skin.Â
Finally his tongue met your folds, and you nearly melted into a puddle on the mattress. You tugged at his hair as he lapped at your clit. He kept a slow pace and you ran your hands gingerly through his hair.
Slowly, he inserted a finger, then two, making you moan at the sensation. His mouth never let up, and he draped one arm over your torso to keep you from rising off the mattress. His breath was hot against you as he sucked and licked at your core. You were so wet.Â
âAre you trying to ruin all other men for me?â you muttered between breaths.Â
His chuckle sent vibrations through you, and you whined in response. He knew exactly what he was doing and it showed.Â
He hooked his fingers inside you to find just the right spot and it wasnât even a few more moments before you came with a loud whine.Â
You just laid there for a moment, catching your breath and learning to function again without his mouth all over you. You looked over to see him slowly taking off his jeans and shirt, his eyes never leaving yours.
You couldnât help but stare back, watching his movements meticulously. He chuckled at you in that cocky way of his and you realized how heavily you were thirsting over him. You were shamelessly eye-fucking him.Â
You went to look away before he took his dick out, turning over onto your stomach as a distraction. You werenât sure youâd ever recover from this if you saw Jamie in all his naked glory.
You felt the bed shift as he joined you, his weight settling over top of your body. He brushed your hair across your shoulder before peppering kisses across your neck. His hair tickled your face.
His hands roamed all over, tracing a trail of heat from your shoulders, down your spine, to your ass which he squeezed tenderly before smacking it.
You didnât even try to muffle the moan that left your mouth.Â
Jamie chuckled. âDonât reckon Iâll get tired of that anytime soon.â
âJust fuck me, please,â you whined in response, pushing your ass up against him.Â
That was all it took for him to finally slide inside you, causing you both to groan simultaneously. He kept himself propped up above you as he thrusted into you. You clenched your hands into the sheets.
Everything was overwhelming. How was it possible that sex with Jamie felt even better the second time?
Was it the fact that you both had more privacy? The freedom to make as much noise without the fear of someone walking in? Or was it the fact that his body felt hot and perfect against you? Like youâd been walking around searching for a missing puzzle piece, and he fit impeccably.Â
You were surrounded by Jamie. You could hear his staggered breaths against your ear as you clenched around him. His arms propped around your head so that when your breathy moans left your lips, they flowed across his wrists before disappearing into the air around you.
âJamie,â you panted, âI need more.â
He paused for a moment, midthrust, and you wondered if youâd said the wrong thing. Suddenly, he pulled out completely and flipped you over, so you were looking directly into his eyes. It took everything in you not to let your eyes drift down to the rest of his body. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see he was just as sculpted as you expected. Hard muscles mized with soft skin. You wondered once again how the hell you wound up fucking him not once, but twice.
His eyes were unreadable, and the only sound was your breaths mixing in the space between you. Slowly, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, your earlobe. The warm softness of his lips made you squirm underneath him. He took his time, which was oddly affectionate. The words that came out of his mouth next were decidedly less so.
âYeah?â he whispered into your ear. âNeed me to fuck you harder?â
White heat ran through your veins. You nodded frantically, biting your lip to hold back a moan.Â
He slid his dick back into you, holding eye contact as he did so.Â
âI want you to see whoâs fucking you good.â
He picked back up in speed, and you were close, so close. Your whines filled the room with desperation. Thatâs what it was. Desperation. You were desperate. Desperate to stay like this, to feel him deep and to have him so fixated on you. But you were also desperate to find a release. The pit building in your stomach was making your mind hazy. The sounds coming from your mouth were more broken as you fought to keep your eyes from rolling back. But the way Jamie groaned, cooing dirty little phrases at you, you knew this was a losing battle.
 âThatâs it, take it all- fuck,â he groaned not slowing down in the slightest.Â
You closed your eyes as you got close to your climax. Your hands held onto his hips as he pushed your knees up closer to your chest to get that much deeper.Â
âOpen your eyes, love,â he said.
You did as he said, not realizing the intensity of the request until you were coming undone while staring into his blue eyes. Your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, a silent moan caught in your throat as he took you in. You were speechless as you both came down from your high and he finally slid out and your legs relaxed. He ended up laying half on top of you, but you were too spent to say anything.
The weight of him was heavy but comforting. Once the high of your orgasm subsided, you once again started overthinking everything. You couldnât stop your head from spinning with too many thoughts.
Iâm in such deep shit, you thought.Â
Jamie rolled off of you and rummaged around in the bedside table. He rolled back over to you with some tissues, wiping off your legs with a careful touch.Â
The action was incredibly intimate and you hadnât expected him to help you clean up. The next words out of his mouth were even more unexpected.Â
âDo you want to stay?âÂ
You caught a glance at the clock on his dresser, telling you it wasnât even midnight.Â
You didnât want to unpack why his offer touches you so deeply. But as much as you want to stay, you know you really shouldnât. Youâve read too much into things in the past and you didnât want to repeat the same mistakes. Especially with someone you saw at work on a near daily basis. It was time to get back to reality.Â
So you said, âNo, thatâs okay, Iâm gonna head home,â even though it made your heart ache in a weird way.Â
He didnât say anything for a moment. Then he nodded, and sent a crooked smile your way.Â
âYou sure you can even walk?â he asked.Â
Your legs did feel like jelly but you refused to show weakness. You got up and shimmied into your jeans, pulling your top on after.Â
You looked back at him, to see he was lounged across his bed butt-naked. You finally let your eyes linger on him the way you wanted, and he definitely noticed. You looked away.Â
âIâm just fine, thanks.â You replied stiffly.Â
He rolled his eyes, telling you heâd at least walk you down. You expected him to get dressed but he just put on his shirt and followed you back downstairs.Â
âWell if you ever get lonely, my door is always open,â he said.Â
Despite having fucked him twice in less than 12 hours, you let your cold exterior slide back into place, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
âIn your dreams, Tartt.â
You exited through the door and walked down his front path, refusing to turn around as he sang out a good night. But you couldnât stop the ghost of a smile from gracing your face.
Leaving was harder than it should be.
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt x ofc#jamie tartt smut#ted lasso fic#my works#dwoht fic
335 notes
·
View notes
Text
ever since I read Matt's wiki page I am all for the idea of him being the group's "mom". aka stuff like,
Matt reminding Josh to take his meds (if they're in a space together and it's obvious he hasn't OR he's just woken up)
Matt being the main peacekeeper in arguments (though he kinda sucks at that...)
Matt helping Jess and/or Emily with fashion advice (aka: they force him to watch them model clothes and he gives them Gordon Ramsey type advice and they nod like they're thinking deeply about his words before trying on a new outfit)
Matt being a wingman for Chris (aka: since he and Ash are kinda close and I hc them as study-buddies, have Chris randomly show up then Matt is like "baww shit, gotta brb to the bathroom, don't have too much fun without me!!!" and now Ash and Chris are forced to interact, which they're both fine with they're just rlly awkward)
Matt helping Mike practice his speeches when he goes to college and/or when he was still in HS preparing for his class president shit (Mike is like "ok how about this: I think that this school should have an annual bikini day--" and Matt is like "Mike, what the fuck, no???")
Matt patching up Sam if she trips while she's hiking (even if it's a small scrape, Matt has a spidey-sense for this kinda shit, and he goes hiking with Sam occasionally because I HATE that they didn't interact in game and I said so)
Matt helping Hannah study for tests (spoiler alert: they're both fucking stupid so Ash ends up coming over too)
Matt being the "supervisor" for girl's nights because he's typically invited for some odd reason (Jess loves him, Emily likes watching him freak out over girly stuff, Beth doesn't go because she doesn't want to, Ash and Sam are having a good time and honestly everyone knows that Matt is a safe guy. also Hannah likes painting his nails, but Josh usually crashes it anyways because he wants his nails painted so get the fuck out of his way)
and finally, Beth being the "dad" of the group and both her and Matt ranting to each other about how weird their friends are
#until dawn#matt taylor#josh washington#emily davis#jessica riley#sam giddings#mike munroe#ashley brown#chris hartley#hannah washington#beth washington#i literally just pulled these out of my ass#but i like Matt too much to not share them w the world#wasted potential smh#he's a girl's boy he is literally one of the girls i hope u know that
64 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tmag 6 thoughts
Note: Im a backer so this was done on Tuesday the 13th and set to post on Thursday the 15
Credits
omg thats the sweetest thing im gonna cry
Pre "statemen
[insert caffine patch gag from meet the robbinsons]
as some one who worked overnights YES SAM GET THE BLACK OUT CURTAINS
"the sun is the enemy" Alice dark avatar confirmed? /hj
new guy??
turn over rate is also high in general for overnight jobs because its hell
also i know this is overnight in the script because spooky and also jonny and alex worked a job like this and thats hoe they met but WHY IN GODS NAME WOULD A JOB LIKE THIS BE OVERNIGHT?(fear and paranoia obviously)
WHY WAS ALEX AND JONNY'S REAL LIFE JOB OVERNIGHT?
can someone get Sam some vitamin D as well hes got melanin hes gonna absorb it slower
sleepy man
"Statement"
MICHAEL CODED
VERY MICHAEL CODED
NEW SPIRAL AVATAR?
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
(fun fact that's Giaus Octavius from Cry Havic!)
also looked at the cast (dont do it till you finish and HOLY FUCKING SHIT)
his name iss needles guys
Freaking out
porcupine man
pinhead
post statement
lol he was enjoying it
headcanon sam loves r/nosleep
also we've been called out
THIS IS WHY I WAS FREAKING OUT AT THE CAST LIST
HI CELIA
HI LOWRI
HERE SHE IS EVERYONE MY BIGGEST FUCKING QUESTION
also her last name is after Alex and Hannahs Dog which i love
"JUST ENSURE YOU EAT THEM ONSITE" LOL
CELIA WHAT A MOOD
LOWRI MY BELOVED
super weird interview
"and im both, the system work!"
love celia cant trust her but love her
"four weirdos in a basement reading scary stories" AFHGHLGSDALGELKRG
"AND I THOUGHT I HID IT BEHIND THE BUBBLY DEMEANOR" OMFG
HI IF YOU DONT REMBER CELIA FROM TMA GO BACK AND LISTEN TO MAG100 AND THEN MAG190 AND MAG194
freaking out
freaking the fuck out
GWEN REALLY JUST SAID DONT GET ATTACHED
shes already been to the break room?
hes got a crush on her
ALICE WHAT
âWould you like tea Celia? Coffee perchance? My heart carved from my chest and arranged on a little doily? Please, Celia, cut out my tongue so I can always be there to lick your stamps for you!â
"IF YOU KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT STAMPS" SAM YOU ABSOLUTE DWEEB.
the date on the statement is 3 days before the date it was accessed by Sam
CAT1RB4824-09022024-12022024
omfg
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Chapter one: Cygnus
A/n: I hope you enjoy this, and please let me know how you felt about this chapter.
(Small update this was slightly revised without a writing aid.)
Chapter warning: self-deprecation, talks of virginity, some angst. Mentions of divorce, marriage, and military
Series masterlist // Main masterlist
Â
I just couldn't believe it... My best friend just got married, and here I was sitting in this fold-out chair around the fire pit at a get-together, holding a glass of Moscato d'Asti. I should be happy for Samantha and Eli. I'd known them my whole life, and of course, I loved the updates that she sent her dad and others. But here I am, just a post-grad living with my parents while Samantha and Eli are in Italy on their honeymoon.
I watch the flames flicker and crackle. Chuck, the German shepherd, knudges my foot. That is all it takes to get me out of my thoughts. Chuck holds a ball in his mouth, his tail wagging slightly as he tilts his head. Chuck's eyes are the epitome of expressiveness, as if he holds all his feelings in the hues of his puppy dog's eyes, just like his owner's eyes.
I look up and around to see what the others are doing.
Sam, Bucky, and my father Steve are talking. My mother and Sam's wife share a conversation separately.
Â
I decided to place my wine down and sneak off out of the fenced yard, with Chuck the shepherd following me up into a large field up behind the limewashed house. The hills roll for miles, some tree lines scattered across the valley, patches off it darkened by the banks of creeks, but it wasn't the view that took my breath away as I threw the ball for Chuck.
It was the stars; they were beautiful. The only light that wasn't from the moon came from the house at the bottom of the hill. Eventually, I sat down in the grass, and Chuck lay beside me.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind me, and only out of my peripheral view did I see him sit down beside me, but I still didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on the stars.
"That star right there is Vega." He starts his voice, gruff but not harsh; he sounds calm. "Below it is Deneb, it uh makes. " There's a slight pauseâno more than a nanosecondâbut I picked it up. "Cygn-the Swan," he cuts off the original name he was going to say. I move my head in his direction, but my eyes linger on Cygnus for a moment before my eyes meet his.
As I look at him, all I can think about is how beautiful he is. I shouldn't be thinking of him this way. He's my dad's best friend. I've known him for the better part of my life.
But how does the moonlight refract off his blue orbs so beautifully? The way it highlights the pale skin while keeping his faint freckles that faintly dust the bridge of his nose, fading into the apple of his cheeks, is so prominent, unlike how the sun fades out the star-like marks. But soon, my thoughts yet again fade into how I'm falling behind all of my friends. Everyone I've ever known is falling in love, and I'm falling behindâbehind on a relationship, behind on my life, behind on losing my virginity. God, I would have been behind on my first kiss if it wasn't for that game of spin the bottle in my senior year of high school.
The bad part is that he can read me like a book, whether I like it or not. "What's on your mind, kiddo?"
God, why does his voice have to be that caring and his eyes that gentle? "You've been quiet all night. That's not like you, sneaking off, especially before finding a way to tell Sam and I your newest joke." Again, in a way, I find myself asking why Bucky Barnes has to be so perceptive.
"It's nothing, Buck," I say, but I just could tell that my tone wasn't cutting it.
"No, it's not." He doesn't sugarcoat his words. "Somethings bothering you, Dol-Kiddo; you can talk to me. You can always talk to me." He cuts himself off again. I knew what he was going to call me, and I couldn't help but wish he'd call me Doll and not just Kiddo.
We sit in static silence for a while before I say anything.
"I just feel as if I'm falling behind." I'm messing with my fingers as I speak.
"You're taking it all in," he pauses. "I wish I had taken it all in.".
I take in his words before responding, "You do?" I know about his marriage to Dotty, the military, and then some of the divorce. "Yeah, looking back, I wish I would've," he replied to my question before I could even take in what I asked. "I think if I took my time with all the big things, I would've been way happier than I was. That's in the past. I rushed and regretted it, but there's nothing that I can do about it now."
When I glance over to him, he is looking up at the stars and resting back on his elbows. He starts to speak again as I face him. "I don't know what's on your mind, and I sure as hell can't tell you that I do, but whatever it is, take your time."
"If I take my time, I'm sure I'll die a virgin."
I wish I could've stopped the stupid words that spilled out of my mouth, but it happened so quickly that I didn't even register what I had said until I saw the expression on his face.
"I'm so sorry." Oh, um," "I didn't mean it." "No, it's ok." We went back and forth for a few brief moments.
Â
"We should probably head back before they notice we're gone." I start to say, It's almost like I didn't hear what I'd said, but as I start to stand,
"I could fix that." That stopped me dead in my tracks. "Y/n.. shit," he breathes in. "I didn't mean to say that," he says, starting to ramble as he stands. "God, Y/N, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to."
"You really mean that." I didn't even hear him start to ramble. All I could hear was I could fix that, repeating in my headâmy thoughts.
"Yes, Y/N, yes, I really apologize for saying that." He touched my arm briefly, and that snapped me out of my thoughts.
I look up at him, confused as to why he is apologizing. I arch an eyebrow. "So you're saying you'd take my virginity? I'd let you." I crane my neck back but then briefly look at the group's near the firepit, making sure nobody has glanced over.
It seems Bucky has the same idea, but he looks back at me, his eyes blown wide and his eyebrows raised. "What?" He sounds skeptical, but also like he's playing off the fact that he didn't hear what I said.
I match his tone and parrot his "What?" We stared at each other for a few moments.
"Y/n, if you're just pulling my leg, tell me, but don't joke about that shit," Bucky breathes out.
"I'm not joking." My tone is much quieter. "Before you say anything," I pointedly say, "I'm not a kid anymore. Buck, I can't stand being treated like one" or called one, but I'd never say that to his face, "especially because I'm not experienced." I use the palm of my hand to rub my eye.
"Believe me, sweetheart, I know, I know," he says, his tone gentle as his eyes try to catch mine as he speaks. "We can talk about this later. It's getting late, and I'm sure your folks want to go home."
"You promise we'll talk?" My tone clearly holding disbelief.
"I promise."Â
#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#james bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#marvel#mcu x reader#husband!bucky#dbf!bucky
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just Breathe- Series
Good evening everyone! here is the second chapter in the Just Breathe Series. This series was inspired/prompted by the ask that was submitted by @deans-spinster-witch to read the first chapter click here for the original post. @deans-spinster-witch was gracious enough to lend her skills in ruffing out a few of the mishaps in chapter one, and I will post that updated version at some point and link it, and did the same for this second chapter.Â
Here is the original ask for a refresher.
Ask from @deans-spinster-witch:
Tell me about Dean falling in love with a girl who has long covid - maybe they met when he saved her from a monster and they became friends, she occasionally helps him with research or patches him up if he gets hurt. He doesnât hear from her for a while, and when he goes to check on her, he finds out sheâs in the hospital with Covid - a monster he canât save her from. He realizes he loves her, but may lose her. After she gets out he keeps coming to check on her because he knows she tires easily/has trouble breathing at times.
This second chapter is going to start with a bit of time jump, but donât worry we got flashback a plenty to fill in the gaps. Multi POV between the main character, Y/N, and Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam Winchester. This is angst, sweet/fluffy, swearing, implied sexy times. Oh and word count is at 7,250-ish, sorry but not sorry.Â
Sadly the Winchesters are not mine, but the story is so please donât steal and post as your own. But likes, reblog, and comments are always welcome. As always any mistakes like grammar, spelling, function is also all mine, so be kind when pointing it out, I do my best.Â
I would like to know if you like this chapter would you want to see a third chapter? or maybe a prequel to answer any questions you might have regarding Y/N and Dean? Let me know.Â
Thank you again for reading, and you would like to send me a prompted or story idea, send it my way.Â
Happy Reading
Time Jump to 4 months ahead.Â
Y/N POV
Shit, Shit, Shit! Where the hell are my keys! You yell out in frustration as you move frantically around your house, looking for the one thing that you need to get to your appointment on time. Tossing the pillows from the couch, goddamn it! You were never like this, ever since COVID, your short term memory has been foggy to put it nicely. Resorting to keeping both a paper list and digital one on your phone, is your new normal. Walking into a room to do something, and instantly forgetting what you came for. Case in point, not remembering where you put your goddamn keys!Â
You hate running late, you pride yourself on always being early to things, and this appointment was an important one. Walking into the kitchen, you start to look in the not so obvious places. Opening up the fridge, nope not in there. Pull open the freezer next, yep there they are, right next to the pint of mint chip ice cream that you just had to have yesterday at like 11 pm. Only to then be disappointed that you now canât stand the taste of your once favorite ice cream, fuck you COVID!Â
Ugh, seriously, you are going to be the death of me, you think. Grabbing your keys, you push the freezer door closed, and head off to the hospital for your fourth month CT scan. Locking the door behind you, the crisp air of fall hits you. God how you donât want winter to come any sooner then it has too. Winters in Michigan can be brutal, especially on the coast line. Pulling your light jacket close to you, you quicken your pace and get into your jeep to start up the car quickly, and pull out of the driveway. Not noticing the very familiar black impala parked about three houses down.Â
****
You make it with time to spare, as you wait in the waiting room after checking in, you try your best to calm yourself. Fiddling with your phone, you find that scrolling through Instagram is getting you nowhere and your emails have been radio silent for months now. Exhausted, you put your phone away, you look around the room. For mid morning it's not too busy, the daytime talkshow mixes in with the white noise of the hospital. It's so beige, beige carpet, walls, even the uncomfortable furniture is beige. It makes sense, given it's a hospital; money should be spent on actual patient care, not on the latest interior furnishings., But still, at least get some interesting artwork. Looking to the piece across from you: an abstract painting of paint strokes in grays, blues, and you guessed it, beige.
âMs. Moore?â The nurse's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you look up to see her standing at the entryway in blue scrubs, dark brown hair pulled back, with a kind smile.Â
âYepâ you reply to her, but you're sure she would have guessed that was you, as your head snapped at attention when your name was called. âHiâ, giving her a smile as you walk towards her.
âHi,â she replies, âcan you tell me your last name and date of birth?â She starts walking down the hallway, looking at your chart, the path was second nature for her. You rattle off your last name and birthday for her, then she stops just off from an open doorway, âright in here.â Letting you walk in first.
She takes a seat at a desk, swiping her badge to start keying in some information. âSo, here for your four month CT scan.â she states, but it also feels like a question.
âUmm, yeah, it's my second one.â You reply, still getting used to coming to the doctor more than twice a year. You only ever went if you were feeling really sick.Â
âLooks like the first one was clean, but we like to do a few in close succession when someone has had a severe case of covid.â she explains, her eyes are kind, and reassuring, âI am sure this one will be just as good, and then hopefully the doctor will schedule them farther apart.â
She must see the worry on your face. Not sure how to respond, you just nod your head. She takes your vitals, asks if anything else has changed since your last visit, and if there were any other concerns you wanted to discuss today. âNo, I donât think so.âÂ
Typing a few more things in the computer, and then swapping her badge again to lock the computer. âI am surprised your brother is not here with you today.âÂ
âWhat?â You're taken aback by this, brother, does she mean Dean? How would she know about him? Was it in your chart? You donât remember adding him as your emergency contact.
She can tell you are put off by this. âSorry, I should have re-introduced myself. I was your nurse when you were in here with covid.â
âOh, yeah, sorry, I should haveâŠâ
âNo, it's fine. Honestly, I wouldnât expect you to remember me.â
Thinking back to that time, she does seem familiar now, âwell it's nice to see you againâŠâ struggling to remember her name quickly, but not inconspicuously looking at her badge, âBridget.â This gets a laugh out of her, and you do the same. âI was happy to see your name on the schedule today, and I thought you were the one with the very cute, and very attentive brother. That's why I am surprised he is not here.â
Ah yes, Dean, not being here. That is a long, long story that you're sure she does not want, nor has the time to hear right now. You give her a forceful smile, âYeah, Dean, he has something today, so just me.â
Her smart watch goes off, and she looks at the time, âwell we should get you down to CT. After your scan, we will come back here and the doctor will be with you to go over the results.â She gets up, and you follow.Â
****
The wait feels like forever, and in the small exam room with nothing to look at but an exam table -and beige walls - you were lost in your head. Worrying about what if they found something, what if you developed lesions, or anything that could compromise your health. God, how you wish Dean was here, or even Sam. Someone to hold your hand and distract you from the impending doom and dark thoughts that were creeping in. Dean would distract you with lame jokes, or stories about how Sammy was terrified of doctors. He would get you to smile anyway he could, probably go so far and raid the supplies of tongue depressors and cotton balls, saying something like âthey donât need all of them, do they?â
âMs. Moore, how are we today?â The doctor's voice breaks up your fleeting thoughts of Dean, as if he was right there, but as soon as the man in the white coat opens the door and steps through, Dean disappears.Â
âUmm, good, at least I hope so.â You reply, wanting to keep the pleasantries short, let get to the point so you can get out of here.Â
He takes a look over the file, and then pulls up the scans on the computer. He seems to be taking forever, did he not look at them beforehand! Come on man just tell me already! âEverything looks good, I am not seeing any growth of lesions or scar tissue from the tube.â
Relife floods your body, letting out a sight, âoh that great news, so I am done with coming in?â you hope so, wanting to never see this place again, at least for a while.Â
He turns to face you, his dark brown eyes are kind, but you can tell right away he is not going to give you the answer you want. âNot yet, but we can push them to every six months.â
Okay, twice a year, I guess that is a compromise you can take, âokay, so I will see you in the spring.â Starting to get up to leave, but he stops you.
âIn two months, we can start doing six month visits. I want to see you again one more time in two months. If that scan is clean then we push them to six month visits.â He explains.Â
You sit back down in defeat, you're going to be back here in two months, really! You know you canât take your frustration out on him, he is just looking out for your health and doesnât want to miss anything. âOkay.â Slightly defeated, wanting nothing more than to curl up on the couch, and sleep for the next two months away.Â
Giving your hands a reassuring pat, âtwo months will fly by I promise. Is there anything else you want to discuss today? Still having some memory issues?â
You know that you should be honest with him, that you think you have gotten worse since Dean left, but honestly are you sure? He did so much for you in that short time, maybe, you were like this before, and he just didnât point it out. Plus you just wanted to go home, what really could he do anyways? âNothing new on that. I think I just need to get back to my normal routine and I will be fine.âÂ
Getting up from his chair, âSounds good. I will send Bridget back in, she will get you set up for your next appointment. We will see you in two months. Have a good day.â shutting the door behind him. You're back alone in that quiet room.
Alone, you're alone, once again. You can feel the panic start to creep in. Alone, and even though the scan was good, he still wants you to come back. Alone, no one to hold your hand, no one to make stupid jokes. You did this to yourself, you know that, he would have stayed, you pushed himâŠ
âAlright, Doctor says two months humm.â Bridget's voice breaks through. It's light and airy. Trying to make the situation as pleasant as possible. As soon as she sits down, she can tell you're not alright, âHey, what's wrong?â She asks, setting down the chart, and focusing on you.
Feeling a tear run down your cheek, fuck why are you crying.  âUmmâŠit's nothingâŠ.yeah two monthsâŠâ You take a ragged breath, pushing all your emotions down, down, down, to the deepest part of your soul where they should always live. You can cry when you get home. Suck it up for two more minutes!
âHey, talk to me, whatâs going on.â She is not letting you wash this away, she grabs the tissue box, and holds it out for you to pull a couple out of the box. âYour scan was clean, the doctor is just being cautious that's all.âÂ
âI know it's justâŠI really wish he was hereâŠ.â
âDean,â she replies, filling in the blanks. You nod at this, and wipe your eyes and face. âI am sure if you talk to him, he will come to the next appointment.â
Oh if she only knew, but you couldnât lay this all out on a complete stranger. Again she just wants to do her job, and move on to the next patient, you're taking up too much of her time. âI am sure you're right.â Taking a few ragged breaths.Â
She gives you a reassuring smile, and turns to the computer to book your appointment, reminding you that you can always change it to accommodate if Dean canât make it this time. âI could tell he really cares for you. Even in the short time I saw him, he wouldnât leave your side for anything. Practically had to kick him out every night when visiting hours were over.â Trying to make the situation light, and hopefully get a smile back on your face.Â
Giving her a short laugh, âyeah that sounds like Dean.â You can see it, him waiting until the last possible second. A security guard to escort him out.
Both of you get up, and she walks you to the door, and down the hall towards the exit. Seeing you coming back around, she decides to let you in on a little secret. Stopping you before opening up the door to the waiting room she leans in slightly. âJust between you and me, I knew he wasnât your brother.â
âWhatâŠ.I meanâŠno he isâŠ.â You stammer out, hoping that she wasnât going to bust you forâŠsomething, you're not sure? But still not wanting to get into trouble.
âDonât worry dear, it's fine.â She quickly replies, trying to calm your fears.Â
You let out a sigh of relief, âHow did you know?â
âTwo things. One he just pulled on my heartstrings so much that I figured what would be the harm in him sticking around, even if he wasnât related. Plus, if I was ever lucky enough to have a guy look at me the way he did to you, I would want him to be by my side every second.â
Her smile is contagious, and although you're still doubting that what you feel for Dean would ever be reciprocated, now is not the time to hash it out with her. âWhat was the second?â
âI may have heard him one night on the phone with someone, saying he couldnât lose you, that he needed to tell you that he was in love with you.'' She says matter of factly, pushing the door open and waiting for you to walk through.Â
*******
Dean POV
He watches as she pulls into the driveway and shuts off the car. He had followed her from a safe distance from the hospital to the store, and then back to her house. She didnât notice once, even though he had taught her in the past how to spot a tail. Did she get bad news? Maybe it's the COVID that is affecting her hunter instincts? Fuck, if thats the case, what else could she be missing? Is it stupid and desperate of him to be following her, and watching from a distance? Maybe, but also not, if she is not noticing simple things like him following her. What if Lucifer, or one of his henchmen, came after her? Anxiety just thinking of irrational attacks on you causes his chest to tighten as he pulls back into the parking spot a few houses down.
He should be a man and go up to you, talk to you, and see you face to face. He missed you, your smile, your laugh - fuck, everything about you. He knows he screwed up. As soon as he did what he did, he wished he could have taken it back, but the damage was done. He kept saying it was for the best, that you would forgive him, and move on. But you canât forgive him unless he stops being a little stalker and owns up to what he did.
Flashback to the night of the big blowup. Dean POV
Standing there, staring down the closed door, you wish right now you had superpowers to see through the door and see if sheâs alright. Hell, you donât need to be a superhero to know sheâs not. You're just wondering what brought this on. âY/N, come on, talk to meâ you plead, softly knocking on the door. âI am sorryâŠI donât mean toâŠâ your rambling stops when you hear soft sobs from the otherside of the door.Â
âJust go away Dean!â She yells between sobs. âI canât breathe with you here⊠I canâtâŠâ
You grab the door knob, fear and pressure weighing down on you to get to her, to hold her. Most importantly, to make her understand that your overbearing protectiveness is coming from a place of needing to be in control, that you care for her, and need to protect her âY/N, please just open the door, let's talk? I promise I will ease up, I can do better.â
You can hear her give a small laugh at that, you're about to question her on this when your phone goes off. Screw it, let it go to voicemail, she is more important than anything else. âI am not giving up on you, on us. You have to come out eventually.âÂ
Your phone stops ringing for a second and then starts back up again. What the Hell? âYou should answer that, Dean.â She states without hesitation, but with an undertone of sadness.Â
Letting out a sigh, you turn around. âFine if you want to talk via phone, fine.â Walking away from her door into the living room, you pick up your phone from the coffee table. To your surprise it's not her name across the screen, but Samâs. âWhat?â you bark out in frustration, not really wanting to talk with him right now.Â
âDean, back off.â Sam says matter of factly. No pleasantries, just straight to the point.Â
âShe called you? Why?â Confused as to why she is including Sam on this.
âShe just needs some space, Dean, I think it's time you come back. Jody called andâŠâ Sam calmly says, trying his best to diffuse the situation from the other side of the country.Â
âNo, Sam, I am not leaving her! I canât lose her again, I wonât⊠I love her, manâŠâ
Your back is to the hallway, so you donât notice Y/N standing there, listening, hearing what you should be confessing to her and not your brother. You donât see her wondering why canât you just say what you feel? Why canât you just let down your guard with her and tell her?
*****
The slamming of a trunk pulls Dean back to the present, and he looks up to see you carrying an arm load of groceries. Of course you would do it in one trip. He shakes his head, remembering that you never like to take more than one trip from the car to the house. Your logic always being, as you told him, I am a single girl, I can do it in one go. He watched as you held the screen door open with your butt, as you switched all the bags to one arm so you could open the door with the other. Looking away once you're inside, Dean notices itâs about 20 minutes since you pulled in the driveway. Had you been sitting there this whole time? You have only gone to the hospital and store, but still your energy must not be back to what it used to be.Â
Maybe he should check, make sure you're doing okay. Look in the window really quick. Getting out of the car and walking the short distance, he looks over to your car to see that you still had some toilet paper and paper towels in the back seat. Knowing that you would be back, he decides to help you out. Opening up the door as quietly as possible he grabs the items, and takes them up to the door. Putting them in between the screen door and main door, he turns around to leave.
His eyes look in the kitchen window, to see you putting away your items. Your back is to him, so you donât notice. You seem lost in your own world, on auto pilot putting things away. Dean takes a moment to appreciate that he can see you up close. His eyes scan the room, noticing the post-it notes all over. He never remembers you having so many of them before. He canât read what they say, but they are everywhere; on the cabinets, counter tops, table, Was your memory getting worse?Â
Panic, and anger - at himself more than anything -Â sets in.
*******
Y/N POV
âI love her Sam, I am in love with herâŠI canâtâŠno I wonât lose her, I need to tell her how I feelâŠâ
âYou donât love me, Winchesterâ your voice stops Dean from rambling on the lies that you know, in the end, he doesnât mean.
Dean turns to see you standing there, your eyes red from crying. But you're not crying now; no, now you look pissed, like you want to kick some ass - and Deanâs is the closest one. âGot to go Sam.â Dean quickly says, ending the call. âWhat do you mean I donât love you. Of course I do, IâŠ.â
You hold up a hand, and stop Dean from saying anything more. âNo, you donât. People like me, we donât have sexy knights to save us. To fall in love with us, to whisk us away, and want to play house with.â Determine to get this all out, to get your point across and make him accept reality.Â
âWe are your best friend, the girl you call on Friday nights when your date falls through, or you strike out with the bartender. We are your âwing womanâ, we pick you up, dust you off, and send you back out into the world. We build your confidence up, while we sit on the sidelines alone.â
âY/N that's not trueâŠâ Dean starts to protest.
âLet me finish, I have to get this out.â taking a breath, you can see heâs hurt, that he wants to argue, to explain his side. âYes, you care for me, but you donât love me, and you're not In love with me. You're in love with this idea of a life outside of hunting, you love the idea of playing house.â Closing the gap between you, even though you know better than to get this close to him. You're playing with fire, but you're desperate to feel him.Â
âYou're right, I am in love with the idea of an apple pie life. But I want that life with you, no one else.â Dean interjects before you can shut him down, shut down what is going on between you two before it can even start.Â
Taking a chance, he grabs your hand and brings it up to his chest and places it over his heart. âCanât you feel my heart? Itâs racing for you. It always has, it always will.â
 Feeling the softness of the white t-shirt between your fingers, you take a breath and inhale the smell of him. âSooner or later we both know this wonât be enough, that I wonât be enough.â You talk to his chest, not wanting or able to look him in the eye, your voice low and shaky. âYou're going to leave me, sideline me, and only blow through town when you need something.â
âThat's not true! You have always wanted your own life. I always wanted to protect you as much as I could. The things that Sam and I deal with, the people and monsters we hunt, if anything ever happensâŠyou are a vulnerability that they will exploit. I know it.âÂ
âMaybe. Even more reason why you have to goâŠand never come backâŠâ Glancing up to see the gut punch you just delivered written on his face. You try to take a step back.
Dean wonât let you go, bringing a hand around your waist, holding you. âWhat?! No! I wonât cut you out of my life. I now know I was stupid for ever doing that. For letting you live alone, or at the very least, not in the same state as the bunker.â He practically commands, with no hesitation. How could you think he would ever agree to this?  Â
âY/N, I need you in my life. You canât deny that there is something between us.â His words are sweet, his voice is low as he leans into you. His breath fans over your face, as his hands caress your cheek. âPlease, I need you.âÂ
His lips are so close to yours, that if you lean ever so slightly, you would finally know how soft his lips are. Would they fulfill your fantasies? God, maybe you should live in this fantasy for as long as you can, screw being logical. Let it be a future Y/N problem, present Y/N wants to know what it's like to be wanted by Dean Winchester. âIâŠDeanâŠâ
*******
 Y/N and Dean POVÂ
âDean, what are you doing here?â Your voice pulls him from the memory of that night, and he looks to see you standing at the door, one hand holding open the screen door.Â
Oh fuck, well, this wasnât the plan at all. Giving her a smile, âHey Y/N, I was in the neighborhoodâŠthought I wouldâŠâ
âSo you're stalking me now?â
âHehe, no, I said I was in the neighborhood, wanted to see how you areâŠyou look good.â He says, letting his eyes look at you. You did look good, but tired, your eyes didnât shine like they normally did before; the spark, the hint of twinkle is gone.
âLiar, I look like shit, but thanks.â You quip, knowing that you donât look good at all. Wearing a ratty hoodie and jeans, you opted for comfort over trying to impress anyone. âWell, thanks for stopping by.â You say, giving him a fake smile and turning to walk back in the house.Â
âUmmâŠY/N, I could, I mean Sam could use your help with something, he knew I was going to be passing through and wanted me to stop by and ask for some help.â Quickly thinking on his feet, he creates an excuse. He didnât want to leave yet, this is the most he has talked to you since that night. He would be damned if he was going to let you leave so soon.Â
You turn back to look at Dean, trying to gauge if he was telling the truth or not. Sam had your number, and you were still speaking to the younger Winchester - he didnât break your heart and live up to everything you knew would happen. âWhy didnât he call me?â You question, wanting to make Dean work for it. He wasnât getting in that easy!
He takes a few steps towards you, âwell, like I said, he knew I was in the area.â One step lower from you, his green eyes lock with yours, silently pleading with you to let him in. âHe wanted me to pick up a lore book on Pixies, and said you had a copy that we don't have in the library.â
âFine, come in. I will go grab it.â You reply, turning away from him, letting him catch the door before it slams in his face.Â
Dean shucks off his jacket and boots, and looks around while you go back to find the book. He can now see the post-its in detail, reminding you where your keys, jacket, bag should be put. Making his way to the kitchen, cabinets are labeled with what should be in them: dry food, dishes, silverware. Daily schedule on the fridge. âHaving fun snooping?â Your sarcastic tone has him turning on his heels to see you standing in the doorway with a book in hand.Â
âUmmâŠsorryâŠâ he says sheepishly, hating that he got caught. He can see you're not amused, and he is really going to have to lay on the charm to win you back.Â
âYeah, well at least I am keeping the post-it company in business. Here is the book.â You say handing it to him.
Dean takes it, and looks at it, giving it a nod, âThanks, yep this is it.âÂ
âOkay, well, you better get going, since Sam is in âdesperateâ need of it and all.â Your voice is flat, not in the mood to deal with him. âYou know where the door is.â You add, just turning that knife even deeper.Â
âLook, Y/N can we talk?â Dean can tell you're not your usual self, and he really wants to get you back.
âOh now you want to talk? You sure as hell didnât want to talk for four months. Didnât want to talk when you woke up the next morning regretting that kiss, regretting what we said to each other, the promises you made.â You snap at him, the frustration building in you. Why does it always have to be on his time? God you were just getting over him, right?
âI know. I was a jerk, it was a dick move, and I am sorry.â
âYou're sorry, really?That's all you have to say?â Turning away from him, just looking at him and his sad puppy dog face, you want to smack him. Fuck, you want to hit yourself for being an idiot that night.Â
******
âDeanâŠpleaseâŠIâŠâ You have to keep strong, tell him to go, you know this wonât end well.
âPlease Y/N, You're the only good thing I have in this world, I canât lose you.â Not waiting for a reply, his lips find yours.Â
They're soft, perfect, molded to fit yours, and gentle, Dean doesnât force his way. Pulling away, when your lungs start to burn,you lock eyes with him. Lust blown, his lips slightly pink. No words are exchanged, you silently say everything you need to him at that moment, and he seems to understand. Bringing his hands to cup your face, he goes back in to kiss you more, letting his tongue swipe across your lips. You allow his tongue to dance with yours.Â
Fumbling your way to the couch, Dean falls back first, and you do your best not to land on top of him completely, giggling at the state you're both in. Dean looks up at you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, and looking up at you lovingly, âGod, I love that laugh of yours.â He says, pulling you down on him. Letting you feel what you're doing to him.Â
âDean, I have to be crushing you.â You protest, trying your best but failing at getting out of the vice grip Dean has on your hips.Â
âNope, You're staying right here.â He says, as he starts to pepper kisses down your neck.Â
******
âDean, I begged you to leave! I knew you never wanted me! And yet like an idiot, I fell for your charm and under your spell.â You grit out, turning on your heels and walking away from him. Fuck, you canât keep doing this!Â
âI did ... .I do ...Y/N look at meâ Dean pleads, setting the book down he follows you to the living room, grabbing your hand. âPlease, let me explain.â
Turning around, you pull your hand back. His touch, like fire, like touching a hot pan. âYou know, I thought for a split second you were telling me the truth. That you wanted me like I have always wanted you.â Pain radiates through you, your voice seems to be stuck behind a lump forming in your throat. God, you want to smack him, but at the same time, kiss him.
Deanâs speechless, trying to work out how best to tell you what he was thinking in that split second when he woke up in your arms that day. For one second he felt total bliss, that everything was falling into place; then reality of his life came back into focus.
âI know, it wasnât my finest hour.â
You laugh at this, you think!? âWhat is there to explain? We kissed, had a pretty good makeout, groped each other over and under our clothes, but then we both agreed to take it slow. Right?â You ask for confirmation, even though you remember it all too well.
âYes, but, Y/N, if you just let meâŠâ Dean stumbles to explain.
âBut then, I wake up the next morning alone on the couch with a note that says, âHey, Y/N, Sorry, Sammy needs me, will check in soon.ââ
The space between you two is nonexistent. You're trying to find anything in those green eyes of his that will refute anything you just said. Anything to explain that you're overreacting, but there is nothing. He has no rebuttal, because it's all true. He walked out on you, like his father did to him and Sam all the time. The worst part was, Dean had Sam to lean on; you were left with no one.
âLike I said, not my finest hourâŠâ he mumbles out.
âNot your goddamn finest hour?ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!â you yell, slamming your fists into his chest and pushing him away. It does nothing to move him, and takes all your energy out of you. You stumble a bit, then lean back and sit on the arm of the couch.
âHey, Y/N, please, calm down.'' His voice is heavy with concern, and he tries to help you up so you can sit on the couch.
âDonâtâŠtouchâŠmeâŠâ You cough out. Needing water, you look to find your water bottle is nowhere. âFuckâŠ.IâŠâ You keep coughing, and try to get up.
âWater?â Dean questions. You nod, and try to get back up. âNo, sit, I will go get it.â He tells you and quickly goes to the kitchen, and is back with a glass of water in seconds.
You down about half, the cool water helps calm you and your coughing fits. âThanksâ you mumble, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he âsaved you again.â You donât look at him as you sit down the glass and avoid him at all costs.
Dean takes this as his opportunity to tell you his side. Sitting on the coffee table so he has direct eye contact with you, he reaches for your hand. âPlease, Y/N, I am truly sorry. I know I was a jerk for leaving you like that, and for never calling or coming back.â
You stare him down, not giving him an out on this one. âGo on. You will hear no objection from me on this one.â You reply.
Dean lets out a small sigh that clearly said fuck, alright here we go. âI was fucking scared, okay? I woke up, saw you in my arms, and for a split second I felt like I was home. My first thought was, this is perfection. No monster, no running the roads, crappy dinner food, and sketchy motels.âÂ
He leans towards you, putting a hand on your knee, and lightly runs his hands up and gives you a knowing smile. âThe perfect, sexy, beautiful, girl in my arms, that I canât wait to wake up andâŠâ
You stop his hand from getting too close to what both you and him want to touch. âNot so fast Winchester.â Knowing if he keeps going, you are definitely going to end up in a very compromising position. âNo, I bet your first thought was, oh fuck what the hell did I do, and how the hell do I get out of it.â
âNo, will you let me talk?. God, I see COVID can take your memory, but not your self-hatred or inability to butt in.âÂ
You hold your hands up in a fake defense, âPlease go on.â You quip back, leaning back into the couch.Â
Dean shakes his head, at least youâre sassing back, that is a good sign. âI got up, was going to start coffee for us, and while I was in the kitchen, Sam did callâŠ
*******
âHey Sammy,â
âHowâs everything Dean, you kinda left me hanging? Did you and Y/N talk?â Sam asks, feeling like a schoolgirl catching up on the latest gossip between you too.
Dean takes a quick peek into the living room to make sure you're still asleep. âYeah, everything is good. We talked and I think we are going to take things slow.â Dean explains, as he starts to make the coffee, he recounts most of the conversation between you two. Not all the details though, he wants to keep the really good stuff just for him.Â
Sam lets out a sigh, âThat's good, I am happy for you both. But now I hate to ask.â
âWhat is it?â
âLook, I know you still want to take some time, until Y/N is fully healed, but Jody could really use your help. There is something in South Dakota that is running amuck, and sheâs worried that Claire is going to try and tackle it herself.â
Oh Claire, how she reminds Dean of himself sometimes, headstrong and just ready to fight anything that wasnât human. She is a good hunter, but she is young. âUmmâŠyeahâŠI am sure I can make something workâŠ.â
âThanks Dean, I am sure it will only be a day or two, and then you can get back to Y/N. I will call Jody and tell her to expect you.â Sam says.
Saying their goodbyes, Dean hangs up the phone, and has to hold back from throwing it across the room in anger. Fuck! Not two seconds, and heâs already been pulled back into the madness. How is he going to explain this to her? She wonât believe him, she will be heartbroken again, think it's her fault, and say that she told him.Â
Seeing no other solution - or maybe it was that he didnât want to wake you and see that pain in your eyes - he takes the cowardly way out.Â
*****
âSo you went to help Jody, a friend of mine. And didnât think I would understand?â You question him, after he explains the conversation between him and Sam.Â
âYesâŠI guess I figure you would just see it as an excuse I came up with to leave you. Which it wasnât, by the way.â
âBut you said you would call, check in. But you didnât! You couldnât have been helping Jody this whole time? And even if you were, could you still have called!â
âI wanted to, but as I was driving away, I kept thinking about what you said, that you felt like an afterthought, that I blow through town whenever I need you. Take what I need and leave you with nothing.â
âSo you figure, prove me right by ghosting me? Well, thanks Winchester, real fun.â You spit sarcastically, giving his knee a not-so-playful slap and getting up from the couch. âThe door is still where you left it, you can see yourself out.â Fucking asshole. I need to get those locks changed tomorrow. You think, making your way to the kitchen to get some more water, to do anything but sit there and keep listening to him.
âY/N, please. I am sorry, you're not an afterthought. The more that I kept driving, and the longer I pushed off calling you, it made it harder to call you. Because I knew as soon as I did I would lose you.â
âFunny, because the second you left, you lost me Dean. God, I woke up that morning and was devastated. Do you know how much I hate feeling like that?â Not needing him to answer, you lean up against the counter crossing your arms around yourself. Feeling the tears start to fall, you might as well go all the way.Â
âYou know, I never wanted to be that girl, who cried over a guy, who refused to do anything but sleep on that goddamn couch for two months because it was the last place I felt safe, and whole, and seen. I could still smell you on the pillows and blanket.âÂ
Taking a breath, you run your hands over your face. Taking another ragged breath, you work up the courage to tell him what you know he should know, but that you're scared to say out loud. âBut the thing I hate the most, the one thing that makes me want to screamâŠis that I still love you.â You laugh at this. Its fucking absurd. Trying your best to stifle your laughter, but it keeps bubbling out of you in frustration and disbeliefÂ
Deanâs not sure how to react. On the one hand, you say that you still love him, but on the other hand your laughing like the fucking Joker. âBeing in love with me isâŠfunny?â he tentatively asks. Taking a few steps towards you, but not closing the distance.Â
Wiping the tears from your face, you admit quietly, âyes, because I know, no matter what, I will always let you back in. I guess I am just a masochist that way. I would rather have you in my life, and be heartbroken, than to not have you and still be heartbroken.â
Shaking your head, in disbelief that you actually said those words out loud, and to Dean no less. You look up to see him watching you, waiting. âGod I am patheticâŠyou really should not have saved me that nightâŠâ you mumble the last part to yourself. Pushing yourself off the counter, you turn away from him, to straighten up the non-existent mess on the counter. Shit, should not have said that.Â
âGOD DAMN IT Y/N!â Deanâs yell booms, causing you to turn around to see Dean seething with rage.  Taking the last few steps towards you, he pulls you into a vice grip of a hold. âDonât you ever say that again, do you hear me? Do you?â He commands, shaking with hurt and pain.Â
Heâs not angry at you, he's angry that you donât understand how much you mean to him. That you hold your life as something subpar. Pulling away slightly, he lets go so he can hold your face in his hands. âPlease donât ever think or say that I shouldnât have saved you that night.â His green eyes, glassy with tears about to be shed, bore into yours. âYou are the only good thing in my life, and I know I have a lot of work to do to gain your trust back, and that my life is messy and chaotic, but pleaseâŠpleaseâŠ.donât ever think I would regret saving you that night.â
You nod your head in response. âOkayâ you whisper, âI promise.â You were taken aback by his outburst; Dean has never raised his voice to you, or looked this broken. Then again, youâve never been this broken, or joked about that night before either. It was a topic that neither of you ever really discussed, more of an unspoken bond between you two.
Relief seems to wash over him. His hands fall from your face, his arms wrapping them around your waist, not wanting to leave the closeness of you. âI know I have a lot of work to do, and this may be pushing my luck. But can I kiss you?â Giving you a half smile, hoping that will seal the deal.
âFuck, thereâs that Winchester charm,â you joke, smirking as well. Screw it, it's been four months without those lips. You lean in and kiss him. Letting your lips dance with his for a bit, you pull back, âjust as good and I remember.â you say cheekily.
âSo, should we go make some new memories on that couch of yours?â Dean gives you a wink, walking backwards towards the living room, his arms still around yours.
You have no choice but to follow him, nodding. You know that you have a lot of work to do getting over your own insecurities and self doubt that Dean will get tired of you, or that he will regret being with you. You need to have faith in him, and in yourself, that you are worthy of a happy life with him; whatever that looks like.
#supernatural#fanfic#fanfiction#dean winchester#sam winchester#fandom#supernatural fanfiction#dean x y/n#writing prompt#dean x reader angst#dean#dean fanfiction#dea#dean and sam#sam and dean#dean x#dean x you#dean x reader#dean x plus size reader#dean x reader fluff#dean x cu#dean x curvy!reader#dean w#dean winchester fan fiction#dean win#dean winchester fanfiction#dean wi#dean winchester fanfics#dean swoon#dean winchester swoon
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
J2 Main Panel DC Con 2023
We're gonna jump right into questions:
How long have they been friends?
Jared answers that we all have our beliefs on why we're here, and what here is- this isn't the first lifetime they've been friends. That's so lovely đ„čđ„°
He says technically, objectively this time around it was January-February 2005. Jensen says that's when they first met, and that when they met there was certainly a pretty fast connection between them- Jared interrupts to say he was pretty and Jensen was fast...then Jensen says he's gotten faster with age. I'm not gonna make a comment.
Jensen continues by saying that the day they met was the day they were auditioning for the roles in front of the studio and the network, and usually, there are a few different actors for the same role but when he walked into the building it was just Jared in there, and when they were called in they were called in together so they only read with each other and they were doing the scene where Dean tries to convince Sam to go on the road with him, and Jensen says immediately he was like 'oh this guy knows how to play, I can play ball with this guy' that there was a sensibility Jared had with his delivery and he was reacting to everything he was saying and it felt really natural.
They're asked to walk out and give everyone in the room a few minutes to talk it over, so they waited until they were told to go back in that they were going to be given some notes, when they walked back in the room everyone stood up and clapped and told them congratulations. So they left knowing they were about to work together and exchanged phone numbers. A day or two later Jared was inviting Jensen over to his place to play ping pong, it was then and there their friendship was born.
Jared tells two more stories. He lived in the LA Valley area and there are a lot of adult videos filmed in the area, and he lived next to an ex-porn actor and so Jensen came over, and they're two 20yr old guys, they're both in relationships but during the night they're playing ping pong and they have a keg, and all these actresses are coming in and out and Jensen was like 'where do you live dude?'.
Then, he's never told this story publically and he wonders if Jensen remembers it, but one of his makeup artists on Gilmore Girls had been talking about eye patches because he gets a little squinty if he doesn't sleep or has allergies- his eyes are really reactive. So, when he and Jensen met for the first time during the auditions, he thinks it was after the 1st or 2nd read, he asked him how he got his eyes so big because he thought Jensen knew a trick to make them look bigger. And Jensen was so confused.
Jensen doesn't remember that but he remembers Jared was squinty when he was younger, he was so brooding.
He also says he was worried Jared was going to tell another story involving a Chrissy from Oregon who was a neighbor that came over and was very nice, and they had a very interesting conversation. x
Next, question comes from Philemon Chambers, for those who don't know he played Augustus in Walker Independence, he wants to know who won ping pong?
Jared answers that in ping pong they were pretty split, pretty 50/50. And that he's probably still sore from playing ping pong with Jensen 20yrs ago.
Jensen says it was a bad idea when they took the ping pong table over to set because whenever they had a break, like lighting breaks which a lighting set up can be 20 to 45mins, they'd go next stage to play ping pong but the longer the break the sweatier they'd get so they'd come back to set and it would cause a delay cause the makeup department would have to cool them down. Until one day the ping pong table just dissapeared.
He says that's how the producers and directors would govern them they'd just take shit away for example the Impala had like a police spotlight at one point but got taken away because they'd blind the camera operator, and they also lost a horn during a certain point of the show because every time one of the camera operators leaned across the hood they'd honk it.
Jared says they wouldn't ask them to stop doing something they'd just take it away. Someone mentions the radio, Jensen says that's right the radio used to work it doesn't. x
What advice do they have for someone embarking on their 20s?
Jensen says in your 20's you still have so far to go in the best way so don't get hung up on stuff that will seem trivial 10yrs from now. Don't waste your time, there's a book called Don't Sweat the Small Stuff he recommends find it, read it, use it. But also even if you just take that title of don't sweat the small stuff because we do inevitably as people it's what we do, we focus on things that bring us to places emotionally that have no purpose that kinda stuff is just gonna be gone. He would say 20s is the perfect time to explore, have fun, live your life, dream big, and don't sweat the small stuff.
Jared agrees and adds don't sign long-term contracts, don't operate heavy machinery, don't drive but seriously your 20s are not the latter part of your life they're the beginning of your life. And he will add as well explore your first 20 years, explore how you got to where you are, the earlier you look into what's made you you, and what works and doesn't the better it'll be he started late, he started when he was like 35 and he's been working back trying to figure out what happened when he was 0-20 that formed who he is these days. Be curious, be kind, be compassionate. x
Looking back what's their favorite funny story in the time that they've known each other?
Jared says there are so many but this one popped up in his head, and it's the story of how when the twins were going to be born Jensen left his passport in Austin by mistake. In case anyone doesn't know the story the quick version of it is that D was set to give birth to the twins, and Jensen is usually very responsible but something told Jared to ask him to go touch his passport just to make sure he had it (because they were in Van filming and needed to get back to the States for the birth) and Jensen thought Jared was playing a prank on him but he checked anyways and it was not in his bag. He asks Jared about it he doesn't know where it is he wasn't messing with him, turns out Jensen left it by mistake in a jacket pocket in Austin. They got in contact with a law enforcement friend they have who contacted TSA or something and explained the situation so they were able to fly out of Canada and Jensen was able to be there for the twins' birth.
Jensen says this is an 18yr friendship they've had going, for the majority of it they've spent more time with each other than any other human being on the planet, so there are a lot of stories it's hard to pick one. He'll say what he misses about them working together so often was the times in between set-ups and shots when they would go and just spend time in the trailer. In most shows, they yell cut and actors go to their respective spaces but they didn't do that he would go to Jared's trailer sit on his couch, watch tv, and just hang out, and it was weird that they'd do that cause they never get tired of each other which he thinks speaks volumes when you spend that much time together and he thinks it's why they're still here today. đ
When was a time that they had a hard decision to make? Something they weren't sure about but it ended up paying off.
Jared thinks he and Jensen have a similar story that could be an answer. Probably the most integral and scariest decision he ever made was to quit college and drive out to LA to try and be an actor. To go back to the 20yr question they had been asked earlier, he was 17 at the time when he did this, but the same rule goes and that's try on all the hats that you can, give it a shot, you're still learning who you are. He's 41, a husband, a father, a friend and he's still learning who he is and why he is who he is. In your 20s before you have a spouse, or kids, or a mortgage, or whatever it's a great time to go give it a shot, you rather try and learn that it's not for you than never try.
Jensen asks Jared if he had a backup plan. He did, it was to go back to college. He had some hours logged in already due to AP courses.
Jensen echoes what Jared said, one of the many things they have in common is that their origin story is very similar. He was set to go to college, courses were set, had a dorm room and roommate assigned, and then last minute just a few weeks before he had to report on campus, he said he was going to Hollywood and giving acting a shot. His dad gave him 6 months, they were incredibly supportive but his dad told him to give it a semester, and if he realized it wasn't for him to come back and start school in the second semester. He drove off and never came back, he started working right away and just kept working and kept working and it's like Jared said it's those little decisions that can have a big effect but don't put so much weight on every decision thinking it's gonna have a big effect, he's had a ton of decisions in his life that have had little or no effect at all.
There's another decision, he was on a soap opera for a number of years, he did 3 years and they wanted to extend his contract to do 3 more. As a 20yr old at the time he found it amazing, he did a good enough job they wanted to reward him with a bigger contract and the pay was going to triple- it was a dream come true type of thing and he had a bunch of congrats and people on set telling him it looked like he was gonna be there a couple more years but one amazing actress pulled him aside and told him no, that he wasn't he needed to go. And not in the way of wanting him gone but in the way of there are other things for him out there and he needed to go explore more and so against all odds he did, and that's a decision that has paid off. x
Do they have any shows or movies they re-watch or books they re-read that are really cherished? And why do they mean something to them?
Jared has some feel-good shows, he tries not to re-read books he just feels like there are so many he would love to read but he has re-read Into the Air by Jon Krakauer. And when he finds himself rewatching shows it's from his childhood like he'll put on Garfield or Simpsons. Someone in the crowd yells out Ninja Turtles and he says Ninja Turtles for sure. Jensen asks him which turtle he is and Jared replies he's probably Michelangelo but his favorite is Donatello. He thinks it's because he could always find a stick and hit people with it; his parents wouldn't let him have nunchucks, or the sai, or swords but he could always find a stick and pretend he was Donatello. And he had a purple outfit which was pretty cool; someone in the crowd mentions Leonardo and Jared says he was also pretty cool at which point Jensen says he thought Donatello's color was blue but Jared corrects him and tells him that no Leonardo is blue, Raphael is red, and Michaelangelo is orange. So when he does re-watch things it's from his childhood.
Jensen says this is unintentional, the show is just always on but his 10yr old daughter has found Friends, and he had forgotten how really entertaining that show is he literally doesn't know what station it is on but it's always on so anytime they're in the kitchen, she'll come in, put it on and sit down, and he'll be doing stuff while it's on and he'll just hear "pivot!" and start laughing. That's another thing, he had forgotten how many iconic sayings came from that show. It's a powerhouse of a show, but as far as a genre-type show he's kinda like Jared once he watches it going back and rewatching it he feels like he's missing out on the opportunity of seeing something new. He does have films that he keeps on his ipad whenever he's traveling or something that are downloaded, and there's one particular movie that he doesn't watch from beginning to end he usually just fast-forwards through to watch certain scenes of No Country For Old Men cause he thinks it's a masterclass in film making.
Jared comments he's like that with Inglorious Bastards, and Jensen replies yeah, that anything Tarantino like Hateful Eight he's been watching scenes of it, and it could be a stage play. But he gets the wanting to go back and kind of revisit those things cause it does give you those nostalgic emotions but also you know new experiences like he's sharing this with his daughter so that's kind of a fun new experience.
Jared says he's questioning his earlier statement about wanting to read new things cause if you watch the same show or movie or even the same book at different points in your life what you pick up will be different so maybe he'll start binging SPN. He will say without a word of a lie he could watch 15.20 reaction videos for an hour and cry every time, he thinks he's watched every single one. But he'd be interested to go and revisit the show. x
The next fan asks about a fuck it list. It's like a bucket list except that instead of waiting you're going to say fuck it and do it now, if you can, and their reactions are hilarious seriously y'all have to go watch this moment. But what would their current fuck it list item be?
Jared asks who or what? And then goes "okay, so just here and now" and moves towards Jensen with his tongue out đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
Jensen moves away before Jared can get to him and goes "I told you I'm faster with old age". These men are unhinged. Unhinged I tell you!
Getting back on track, Jared is stumped on an answer, he doesn't know then he asks the fan if they have kids cause he thinks it changes once you have kids and says for him he would love to travel. The fan asks if with his kids and the silence speaks a thousand words, then after he pauses he says that no, they can travel as well somewhere they're welcome to do so but that just in case his wife sees this on youtube he says that he wants to travel with the kids and his wife cause he loves them so very much. Believe it.
Jensen says no, that he doesn't have either a fuck it list or a bucket list he has responsibilities. He can't just go play, he has a house to feed and lights to keep on. He's gonna be honest he has been asked bucket list before he had not been asked fuck it list but he honestly doesn't have either and he means that he's still at the age where he has responsibilities, he has things that he thinks he needs to do, he has things that he needs to get done, and things he wants to get done in order to facilitate certain things in his life. Some of those bring him joy and some of those are just responsibilities that he needs to take care of because he's an adult. x
Final question, any updates on the Impala's?
Both of their respective cars were sent to a body shop just out of Houston, between Houston and Austin, a very reputable place that Clif found for them, and they're getting all the work done that they wanted to get done but Jensen's took longer cause it needed to be used for The Winchester. And so he told them he had to pull Baby out of the shop and it went to NOLA, filmed for a while then finally got back in the shop a few months ago. Jensen thinks it's supposed to be ready this month. He'll go pick her up and then go cruise the back roads of America, and he tells Jared he'll go pick him up and Jared says he'll be there. Jensen says they haven't done it yet but they do joke about just driving around town at some point, they may have to like put some go pros or something on the side.
Jared says his only goal with the Impala is to somehow or another get Mark Sheppard into the trunk. He will say that there's this thing called live water it's supposed to be like ph balanced water. (It's unprocessed water. Or even simpler terms it's water from the river, or a spring, or a lake except river water isn't profitable but if you call it live water it is!) Anyways, he has a subscription for it, cause of course he does, and it's like 5 a month or 5 a week. The point is every third Friday they get a delivery. You leave the empty ones on your driveway and they take them and put the new ones, and the guy who delivered last time was seemingly a fan of SPN, and the garage door was open with the Impala in there and the pic of Sam on a horse from French Mistake is right next to it leaning up against a wall and Jared was walking the dogs, and the guy who delivers looked at Jared kind of confused, looked into the garage saw the Impala and the picture shook his head, said 'dude' and walked away. x
As the panel comes to an end Jensen mentions that he had gotten asked when he and Rob Benedict came up with the last question song, he doesn't know and Rob doesn't either but Richard Speight says that he does know why it started in the first place. It was so he and Rob would stop getting booed when they walked on stage to announce the end of the panel.
Before the boys walk off stage Jared says he feels inspired and motivated to say something: Be kind, be silly, be goofy, be yourself, and share snacks. đ
J2 Main Panel DC Con
#i'm so glad i finally got these done they took forever#but thank y'all for being patient#j2 tinhat#noniwtv#mine
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stuck
Mindy Meeks Martin x Fem! Reader
Taglist | Requests | Wattpad
Main Masterlist | Scream Masterlist
Requested by Anonymous: âMindy and y/n are dating and anika is about to fall of the ladder and y/n grabs anika before she does and pulls anika up, and after they all go to the hospital and get patched up and, Mindy does a stab marathon w y/n bc mindys proud of her :)â
Summary: Ghostface attacks the group, and somehow everyone survives.
Warnings: SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS Angst, Gore, Stabbing, Blood, Signs of PTSD
A/N: I hated writing this on my phone, but I guess that is what I get for being clumsy. đ©
Anyways, this request was fun to write. I did change a few things from the movie, but not too much. Minor details.
Donât read if you donât want Scream 6 spoilers.
And I hope you guys enjoy it. âșïž
Words: 3.4K
Halloween.
A day that emits a constant fear out of me. Thanks to Galeâs books that she continues to write (no matter how many times she gets punched and ridiculed for it), and the Stab movies that follow, Ghostface costume sales have gone through the roof. Everywhere I turn, a Ghostface is lingering nearby, and it doesnât help that the killings were starting up again. It takes a lot out of me not to pull out the small pocket knife that Iâve been carrying since the Legacy killings back in Woodsboro.
After Sam and Tara were attacked at a bodega, Sam insisted on the whole friend group staying over, including our friends who didnât fall victim to the events that happened a year ago. So Chad and Tara were in the process of making dinner for everyone, and Mindy and I decided to help out by preparing the table. Everyone else was off doing their own things, all around the house.
I place the last set of utensils that I had in my hand down on the table and look up at Mindy. Everything about her was mesmerizing to me. From the day I met her, I knew I didnât deserve her, but she chose me, in the end. And the way her mind works, as if everything was a movie, intrigued me. Her thoughts were what made Mindy Mindy, and just the thought made me smile. Nothing had changed about Mindy, besides her hair.
âI love her.â
Those 3 words are all I could think about when I am around Mindy. But I couldnât admit that to Mindy, because the last time I admitted my feelings, I was stabbed right after.
That night at Amberâs house constantly replayed in my head.
âI like you, Mindy,â I said with a blush. I shyly looked over at the girl next to me. A shaky breath left my mouth as my Y/E/C eyes met her beautiful brown eyes. The original Stab movie that we were watching reflected off the iris in her eye.
I watched as Mindyâs blank face slowly shifted into a grin. I could see the gears turning in her head as her soft fingers caressed my cheek. âOh, my naive little Y/N. You are so cute when you act all shy. You know, not all my movie knowledge is in the horror department. I know the basic signs of romance. The tensing of the body whenever I get close. The constant blushing anytime I speak directly to you. The-â
âYou could have just said that you like me back,â I spoke with a sigh as my head shifted away from the girl. I hear a soft chuckle before a pair of soft, plump lips press against my cheek. She slowly pulled away, making my body fill with heat. âI like you too,â She mumbled into my ear.
âI-I have to go to the bathroom. Brb.â I nervously stood from my spot on the couch and walked out of the room. Mindy was left confused as I rushed down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hoping that maybe I could give myself some confidence, but it didnât work. The sound of someone trying to open the door echoed through the bathroom. âSomeoneâs in here,â I called out to whoever was at the door, but then they began to knock. I assumed it was Mindy trying to get me back to the movie. I still wasnât ready to face the girl, so I responded with, âMindy, this isnât funny. I told you I had to go to the restroom. Cool your jets. We can finish the movie in just a sec.â My voice was still a little shaky as I looked at myself in disappointment.
But it didnât stop there. I realized it wasnât Mindy when whoever was at the door began to pound causing me to swiftly turn around and open the door. âHey, I said-â A cloaked hand covered my mouth as I felt a sudden pain in my abdomen. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life. Ghostface stood in front of me with a knife wedged in my stomach. He pulled the metal weapon out of my body and I grabbed my stomach in pain. Blood pooled through my fingers, leaving my hands stained. I felt a scream leave my throat before Ghostface tackled me down to the ground, and everything went dark.
âY/N,â Mindy calls out to me. I was back in Sam and Taraâs apartment, and Mindy was standing across from me. I looked down, inspecting myself for any stab wounds or blood, but nothing appeared to be wrong. âI must have zoned out,â I thought to myself, looking back up at Mindy.
âYou good?â She asks, giving me a concerned look. I nod, trying to ease her worry, but it didnât. âYou zoned out,â She says, grabbing ahold of my face, turning it from side to side to see if anything was wrong.
âIâm fine, Mindy,â I mutter as I push away her hands. I can tell she doesnât believe me, but she ignores it. I donât blame her. I knew that if she did something like that, I would be worried too, but ever since I checked out of the hospital last year, I hated when people asked me if I was okay. I felt as if I was being coddled, and I hated that feeling.
Mindyâs gaze moved from off of me and onto Chad and Tara. I watched as her frown became a smirk. âLook,â she repeats, aggressively slapping my shoulder. I wince in pain as I grab ahold of the shoulder she slapped, and I turn around, facing the direction she was pointing at.
Tara and Chad were talking it up in the kitchen. They werenât physically showing affection for the other, but you could tell by the look in their eyes that they had feelings for each other. It reminded me of how Mindy and I looked at each other before we got together.
âTheyâre so cute together, and they donât even know it,â I said, staring at the two with a loving smile.
Mindy began to cringe at my comment. âItâs not cute, itâs annoying, and disgusting to watch.â She then began making gagging sounds, catching the attention of Chad and Tara. I elbowed Mindy for doing what she did, and shaking my head in disbelief, but she continued to speak. âWill you two just make out already?â She asked.
Chad fires back, âMindy, that is so inappropriate, dude.â Mindy throws her hands up in surrender and I just watch in amusement. âOkay- Whatever. Just hurry it up,â she groaned.
We made our way to the kitchen with Chad and Tara, right Sam walked in with a bottle of wine. Mindy tried telling Sam that we didnât need to be here, but Sam didnât agree. âOh, please,â she scoffed at Mindy. âYou and Y/N just want to be alone together.â Chad and Tara laughed as Mindy and I shrugged and gave each other knowing looks.
The conversation then went on to how we would all be safe as one rather than be in separate locations. Chad looked around the group before saying, âThisâll be so fun. A little sleepover with the Core 5.â Everyone looked at Chad, questioning him about the nickname he just gave the group.
He passed a high five around to everyone, hoping to confirm the nickname, which everyone disagreed with. But when he got to me, I cringed at the nickname, but I felt bad. Being the âpeople pleaserâ that I am, I high five the boy back in pity, but Chad didnât see it that way. âYesss,â he cheered as the 3 other girls began to berate me for agreeing with the boy.
Anika calls us into the living room where the tv screen shows a news report. It spoke about how the policeâs main suspect in the murder against Jason and Greg was Sam. I look over at Sam, giving her a sympathetic look as I begin to notice that her body is tense and she looked as if all the air had been knocked out of her.
I look back at the tv when a video of the frat party came on. Sam quickly moves from behind the couch to turn off the tv, and goes to sit at the dining room table. Taraâs the first one to engage in conversation with the girl before Chad, Mindy, and I join in.
We talk for some time, trying to cheer the girl up. Chad reminds all of us why we all came to New York together, which sparks something we never thought weâd hear. âWe are the Core fucking Five,â Mindy says, prompting Chad to pull Mindy and I into a hug. Mindy and I give each other a look before rolling our eyes with a smile.
âYeah, we are,â he cheers. I shake my head ânoâ at the boy as Tara and Sam watch us, also wearing a smile. We try to get Tara to say it, but sheâs too stubborn.
âIâve been sleeping with cute boy, from across the hall,â Sam says out of the blue. We all give each other a look before cheering.
âI knew it. I knew it. I fucking knew it,â I say over everyone elseâs confirmations. We all stick our hands into the middle of the table, initiating what Chad called a âCore 5â high-five.
It wasnât until Samâs phone went off for all of us to go bizarre. It was Danny, AKA cute boy from across the hall. Tara grabs Samâs phone and acts as if she answered the phone. âSo, uh, what are your intentions?â She asks, earning laughs from all around the table.
Sam tried grabbing her phone from her sister, but Tara was quick to push her hand away. When she gets the phone back she declines Dannyâs call, saying sheâll call him back.
Moans began to sound from Quinnâs room, just as Sam put her phone down, which made for another joke at the table. When banging sounds started, all our phones went off, signaling a group text. We open our phones to a picture of Ghostface strangling Quinn in her room, and suddenly time just stopped.
I sat in my seat, frozen. I continued to stare at the image as everyone stood up. I felt as if I couldnât move. As if I was paralyzed. It wasnât until Ghostface threw Quinnâs dead body out of the room, and revealed himself for me to finally look up.
When my eyes met the dark eyes of the Ghostface mask, I could feel as if whoever was under there was staring me down. I could practically see the smirk on their face. I had a bad feeling about tonight.
Tara and Chad quickly ran out the door as Mindy ran towards the masked killer. Ghostface slacked Mindyâs arm and she fell in pain. I quickly stood from my spot and ran towards Mindy. âMindy!â I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Ghostface was beginning to attack Mindy again, but Anika moved the attention off of her by attacking them. Ghostface began to choke Anika, stabbing her in the stomach. I froze in my spot, next to the table as I began to remember the pain I felt when Richie stabbed me the same way.
âY/N!â I heard Mindy scream. Her screams quickly pulled me out of my trance. I grabbed a dining room chair and made my way over to Ghostface and Anika. The girls screams filled the room as Ghostface dug deeper into Anika which their knife. I lifted the chair over my head and broke it against Ghostfaceâs back, causing the killer to topple over.
I helped Mindy and Anika stand as I passed Anika off to Mindy, and told her to run. Mindy did as I told her before a cloaked hand grabbed my shoulder and slammed me into the wall. Ghostface stood in front of me, staring at me for a second before stabbing me in the stomach. All the pain that I felt last year rushed back to me as I screamed in agony.
Ghostface twisted the knife in my stomach before yanking it out, causing me to scream louder. I held my stomach in pain, as blood poured out of me. Somehow this felt worse than the first time. Ghostface raised the knife, ready to attack when Sam came up behind them and smacked them over the head with a knife block. Ghostface toppled over, causing the knife to drop off of their hand. The knife slashed my shoulder and I cried out in pain.
âShit,â I cried as Sam helped me up. We rushed into Samâs room, where we found Anika and Mindy holding themselves in pain. Sam locked her door before Ghostface could enter. When the banging stopped, Sam remembered the bathroom door was still open, and with Mindy being the closest, she told her to close it.
âAh, fuck, that guyâs dead,â I heard from Mindy. She began to scream, so I moved as fast as I could to help her. She was struggling to close the door as Ghostface attempted to slash her with their knife. I pulled Mindy back into the room, allowing for Sam to close and lock the door before Ghostface could enter.
Sam and Danny made a plan to escape while Ghostface banged against the door. Mindy held the door shut as I pushed the dresser against the door.
Danny passed a ladder over, telling us to climb over. Sam called me over, but Mindy and I were busy trying to keep Ghostface out. We both urged Sam to go first, which she did hesitantly.
When Sam got over, I turned Mindy and looked her in the eye. âI donât want to lose you. I donât know what I would do if you died and I lived. You have to go first, Mindy,â I said through my tears. Mindy shook her head and continued to mumble ânoâ repeatedly as she cried. I wiped her tears with my bloody fingers as I nodded yes. âYou have to go, Mindy. If not for me, then do it for Chad.â
She stared me in the eyes for a total of five seconds before she gave me a soft, yet passionate kiss on the lips. I pulled her closer almost like a goodbye kiss, but she pulled away and said, âIâll see you on the other side.â I saluted her as she exited through the window.
I waited a few seconds before making sure the door was secure. I made my way to Anika. âItâs okay. Weâre gonna get you to a hospital. We just have to get you over to Dannyâs. Come on,â I said, helping Anika walk over to the window with her arm around my shoulders.
She pulled herself away from me, leaning against the wall. âNo, Y/N, you go. Iâll be fine. Go first,â Anika spoke through her pain. I watched as her blood Oozed from her stomach, where she held herself.
I refused to take no for an answer. I grabbed the girl and basically pushed her out the window. She was in the most pain, so she took longer to climb over.
I looked over at the door, seeing Ghostface was almost in. I hurriedly began to climb out the window, even with Anika still climbing over. I rushed to be directly behind Anika as the shouts from Dannyâs got louder. I looked behind me, seeing Ghostface standing at the window. When I looked toward Mindy, the ladder began to rattle. I look back at Ghostface, seeing them shaking the ladder.
âAnika, we have to move quicker,â I spoke, trying to hold my balance. Anika sat frozen on the ladder. âCome on, Anika.â
âI know. Iâm scared,â she cried. I noticed that her grip wasnât holding on as well as mine and that with one more shake sheâd be done for. I looked at where Anika was and where we were from Dannyâs apartment and I took a leap of faith. I gently pushed Anika close enough to grab Samâs hand.
She quickly pulled her in before another shake came to the ladder. I crawled a little more before feeling myself start to slip. âYou got this Y/N,â I heard Mindy call out. But between the constant shaking and the major loss of blood, I didnât feel like I had this.â
I felt my leg fall through the gap in the ladder as another shake came about. I slipped, feeling myself scream and close my eyes, but I didnât feel myself falling. Iâve been on enough drop towers to know that this certainly wasnât it.
I opened my eyes and there I was, holding onto the ladder as if I was on the monkey bars. I laughed at my amazing reflexes, but it didnât last long for another shake. I tried my best to ignore the pain from the stab wounds and I began to climb. I felt like a little kid again. Like I was at the playground. I tried channeling those thoughts before I made it to the last bar.
Danny reached his hands out from between the bars. I accepted his help and shakily grabbed his hand. He attempted to pull me up through the bars, which proved to be more difficult than I thought. As my body slipped through the bars, my stomach slid against them causing me to scream in pain. Danny didnât flinch, only mumbling âsorryâ over and over again, continuing to pull me up. Sam joined in and I eventually made it through, but Iâd lost so much blood that I just passed out.
I woke up in the hospital. Mindy was the only one in the room. She sat next my bed while holding my hand, but her attention wasnât on me. It was on the tv, which was playing the original stab movie.
âYouâre not finishing the movie without me are you?â I questioned with a raspy voice.
Shocked, she looked over at me, pulling me into a hug. I groaned in pain causing her to quickly let go. âSorry, Iâm just happy youâre awake,â she said, looking down at me with a happy smile. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched me. I watched her also, noticing that she only wiped her tears when she sniffled.
âWhere is everyone?â I asked, looking around.
Mindy smiled, âYou missed everything, babe.â I looked at her confused before telling her to continue. âWell, how do I start? Youâve been in a medically induced coma for 3 days. Doctor said Ghostface really messed you up, and that you almost didnât make it. But here you are,â she said, adding flare with her hands.
âSo is it over?â I questioned, eager to hear about everything.
âYes, Ethan, Quinn, and Officer Bailey turned out to be the Ghostfaces taunting us. And-â
âWait⊠Quinn was one of the Ghostface? I thought she was dead.â
âAnd thatâs why you shouldnât trust someone with a cop for a father. They faked her death with Officer Bailey arriving first to switch the bodies,â She explained.
I shook my head in disbelief. I took my unused hand and tried to hide my face in it. Mindy squeezed the hand she was holding before continuing. âYou saved Anika. She probably wouldnât have made it if you didnât push her through. She also stayed in the hospital. In the end, Gale and Kirby almost died, but they survived. I was stabbed on the subway. Chad somehow survived a shit load of jabs at his abdomen, and Sam and Tara ended up getting stitches. So far, everyone is getting discharged tomorrow.â
âThatâs good,â I softly spoke before my face scrunched in confusion. âWait, you were stabbed?â I asked, concerned.
âYes. Keep up, babe,â she said quickly as if she didnât want to talk about it. âWant to have a Stab marathon, like old times?â
I smiled at the girl and rolled my eyes. âSure. But we are talking about this later. Understand?â I scowled at her.
âYes, mom,â she mocked with a salute.
Mindy restarted the first stab movie, sitting back into her chair. As soon as the movie started, I pulled her into the hospital bed with me, and we started our marathon.
A/N: So, I rewatched the movie to write this, and it took me two watches to realize how much these mfs be fucking Ghostface up, and yet the mfs behind the mask donât have no bruises, wounds, or nothing. Iâm sooo confused.đđ€·đœââïž
Taglist:
#fanfic#x reader#fanfiction#masterlist#request#requested#angst#mindy meeks x reader#mindy meeks martin imagine#mindy meeks martin x reader#scream 6#scream#scream movie#scream imagine#scream x reader#mindy meeks imagine#mindy meeks martin#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#chad meeks martin#oneshot#scream oneshot#imagine
105 notes
·
View notes
Text
MASTERLIST PART 2:
FIRST MASTERLIST: 26 Imagines
These are the stories not on that link:
Request: Request: you know the episode 4.19 where Sam and Dean get a call from their supposed half brother and their rightfully suspicious and it ends up being a hunt for them? What about instead of Sam getting tied down and bled itâs their baby sister? Sheâs small and young and definitely shouldnât be losing this much blood, she canât even lift herself up after Sam and Dean manage to free her. Pls and thank you!
Request: If you want can you write one about shapeshifters confusing the sister? She doesn't know who is real and breaks down not knowing who she should trust and who to kill?
Request: John is being an abusive jerk as always, but can you set this in season 1 idk make up your own scenario but I imagine them being season 1.
Imagine: Dean teaches his sister how to drive for the first time
Request: Sam and Deanâs sister has a complete mental breakdown from being depressed that everyone is dead and the anxiety that she is going to lose her brothers as well, but sheâs also afraid that sheâs losing herself because of how bad mentally she is.
request: Sam and Deans sister is really squeamish with her own injuries. I am talking like gagging throwing up so grossed out, thatâs how much it affects her. Her brothers are aware of her huge fear and understand what they have to do when she gets injured. They have been through this many times with her before and are extremely familiar with her panic. Even with all of her injuries, it never gets better for her and she freaks out every single time her brothers have to patch her up.
request: Can you do one that the sister keeps going out without warning them, like in the middle of the night, and they get suspicious of her dating or hunting alone, and they go after her but turns out she is just having some alone time?
I have a request: Can you do a story where the reader, along with Sam and Dean, are captured by demons and sexually assaulted in front of her brothers?
Request: id luv if u could make one of car crash with the Impala and she gets pretty bad if she survives or nah it's up to u thanx
#dean winchester#dean winchester x sister!reader#spn#spn imagine#supernatural#supernatural imagine#dean winchester imagine#dean x reader#sam winchester#sam winchester x sister!reader#sam and dean#dean winchester sisfic#dean winchester x sister reader#dean winchester x sister#dean x sister reader#sam winchester imagine#sam winchester x sister reader#winchester sisfic#winchester sister#sam winchester sisfic#sam winchester x sister#sam x reader#spnfandom#spn fanfic#spn sister imagine#spn sister#the winchester brothers#supernatural sister imagine#supernatural sister#supernatural sisfic
15 notes
·
View notes