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[winchesterprincessbride]

Political Animals-Part 7

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

“Hi Cas.  It’s me.” 

“Y/N?  Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick!  I was going to come over but Meg told me the last thing you needed during your heat was me in your face.” Cas said as soon as he heard my voice.  “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Sam?”

“It all happened so suddenly, Cas.  So how did Mom find out?  Do I even want to ask how she took the news?” I asked tentatively.

“Mad doesn’t begin to cover it.  You need to go see her, Y/N.” Cas said urgently.

I sighed, the burden of everything suddenly weighing me down.  “Tell Mom I will be over in a bit.”

“I love you no matter what happens, you know that, right?” Cas whispered.

“I never doubted it for a second.  Love you too, Bro.  I’ll see you soon.” I said as I ended the call.

Sam wiped my tears away gently with the pad of his thumb.  “I’m glad they know, Y/N.  I don’t want to sneak around anymore.  I want people to know your mine.”

“I love you, Sam.”  I said as I pressed a kiss on his hand.  “I think it’s high time my mother and I had a chat, don’t you?”

My heart was pounding as I stood at the door of my mother’s townhouse.  Sam stood behind me, his arm around my waist protectively.  I had thought I would be visiting my mother alone, but Sam told me in no uncertain terms either he went, or I didn’t.

“I mean it, Omega.  We go together or not at all.” He’d told me firmly, the Alpha in him roaring to the surface.

The door opened, and Cas stood there.  For a minute the two Alphas eyed each other, sizing each other up.  Then Cas made the first move.  He held out his hand for Sam to shake.  As they shook hands, Cas eyed the claim mark on my neck.  “You hurt her, Winchester, and I will kill you.” He growled.

“I love her, Dr. Novak.  I will protect her with my life.” Sam said sincerely.  Cas seemed satisfied with this.  He nodded and moved away from the door to let us enter.

My mother was in her study, flanked by her ever-present campaign manager and the younger guy from her PR team

“Mother, this is Sam Winchester….my….my Alpha.” I told her, head held high.

She rose from her chair, lips pursed, eyeing the mark on my neck. “So he’s claimed you, I see.” She finally commented.

“Yes.” I said simply.

“You stupid, stupid girl! You’ve ruined everything!” She snapped, her hand whipping out and slapping me hard across the face.

Sam yanked me back towards him angrily as Cas grabbed her arm. “If you touch her again this will be the last time you will ever see her.” Sam said furiously.

“Or me.” Cas said angrily.  “I am done. I can’t stand by and watch you treat my sister this way any more.”  This earned him a dirty look from my mother.

Gary her campaign manager thrust a large manilla envelope into my hand. “We received this two days ago along with a demand for $100,000. If we don’t pay, they will be released to the press, and our campaign is dead in the water.”

I opened the envelope, and in it were dozens of pictures of Sam and me together. Someone had clearly been watching me for weeks. I gave a humorless laugh. “So this is about blackmail?  You can’t pay the money.  If Sam and I go public with our relationship, then these photos are worthless.  Have a press conference…..Do whatever.  I am done hiding.” I said to her.  

“And say what?” My mother said bitterly.  “That my “Beta” daughter is really an Omega, and she is having an affair with my opponent’s son? My credibility will be ruined.”

I looked at her in disbelief.  “Why is everything always about you?  Do you care even a little bit about my happiness?”

“We’ve done nothing wrong. She’s mine, I’ve claimed her as my mate. This isn’t just “an affair”,  I am in love with your daughter.  She could be carrying my pup as we speak. This has nothing to do with you or my father.” Sam said stiffly.

Can I speak to my mother alone?” I asked suddenly. Cas and Sam both looked at my warily.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Sam asked.

“I’ll be fine, Sam. I just need a minute.  Can you all please give us the room?”

I could tell by Sam and Cas’ tense posture that neither of them liked this idea. “I will be right outside the door, Y/N.  Call if you need me.” Sam told me as he left the room reluctantly, Cas trailing in his wake.

“Go.” My mother said curtly to Gary and the PR guy, whose name I STILL didn’t know.  They walked out stiffly, neither looking pleased. 

I stared at my mom a minute before speaking.  “What would you have me do here, Mom?  Give up the man I love so you can win a stupid election? I’ve spent my whole life trying to be the person you wanted me to be, and it’s never good enough…….I’m never good enough.  Well I’m done.”

“If you do this, I no longer have a daughter.  I am cutting you off.”  My mother said harshly.

“Why do you hate me so much?” I whispered.  “Why am I never enough?”

“You are just like him.  So stubborn, so determined to get your way.  Every time I look at you I see him.” 

I sighed in annoyance.  “I can’t help that I take after Dad.”

She snorted in derision.  “I don’t mean Charles.  I mean your REAL father, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about?” My face was a mask of shock.

“It’s time you knew the truth.  When Cas was four, I accepted a position as an adjunct professor at NYU.   That’s where I met your father.  He was one of my med students.  We fell in love.  He wanted me to leave Charles and marry him.”  I could see the pain in my mother’s eyes.

“So why didn’t you?” I asked.

“When I got pregnant, Charles knew it wasn’t his.  Our marriage was already strained.  He told me I could leave, but I would never see my son again.  He had his parent’s money…..I could have lost my medical license.  So I broke things off, and Charles raised you as his own.”  She said matter-of-factly.

“Why are you telling me this now?” I asked.

“You think I hate you, but the truth is every time I look at you I am reminded of what I gave up, and my heart breaks all over again.” Her face was a mask of stone.

“So Dad’s been gone for years.  Why didn’t you track him down?” I had to know.

“He was killed in a car crash the next year.  He never even knew about you.  But I learned a hard lesson.  Love makes you weak.  And I will never be weak again.”

My mother stood up.   “ I am washing my hands of you once and for all.  Don’t come crying to me a few years from now when you realize you made a mistake.” She finished speaking, her mouth set in a grim line.

I finally saw my mother for what she was…..A cold, hard woman who let the memory of her lost love eat away at her until she was nothing but an empty shell.  “You are on your own if you do this, Y/N.”

She didn’t know it, but she had just given me a precious gift…. My freedom. 

 “I’ve been on my own my entire life, Mom.” I told her sadly.  “I just didn’t see it until now.”

I turned away from her, and headed for the door.  She had no power over me anymore.  “Goodbye, Mother.” I whispered.  I walked out without a backward glance.

Sam and Cas were talking in low voices when I came out of the room.  “Are you okay, SIs?  You were in there a long time.  I thought I was going to have to physically restrain Sam.  He was ready to break the door down.”  Cas smiled.

“I am good, Cas.  Better than I have been in a long time.”  I turned to Sam.  “We are done here.”

I heard the sound of breaking glass as my mother threw something at the door in a fit of rage.  Cas’ head whipped around, and he grimaced.  “Sounds like your talk went well.”

“You should go deal with her.  I’ll call you later, okay?” I told my brother. Cas nodded silently and headed toward the study.  

Sam smiled at me and held out his hand.  “How do you feel about meeting my father and Dean?” He asked me.

Part 8

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[percywinchester27]

I am already in the forever thing you have going on:) so do i have to ask to be in the forever tag list yous aud you'll do in the last chapter of tic tac toe? I want in:)

If you’re already on the Forevers thing, you’ll be tagged in everything :) And by last chapter do you mean the Epilogue? It’ll take a while, but you’ll be added :)

Tic Tac Toe

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Can i be tagged in your work please?

Oh my gosh! Yes of course!! Thank you so much!!

[your-modern-shakespeare]

Maid in Manhattan (Prologue)

Summary: You are a maid at a hotel. He is an Assemblyman staying at the hotel. Call it fate or maybe just chance, but who knew that a white lie and a Dolce suit could cause so much trouble and simultaneously give an adventure of a lifetime. (Based on the movie Maid in Manhattan) 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Eventual)

Word Count: 869 words

A/N: Hey guys! I received this request from an anon and was so thrilled to write it. I had wanted to get this out sooner but decided to not get ahead of myself like I usually do and get some writing done in advance. This is just a short little intro, explaining the characters a little more than the movie does. Hope you all enjoy and look for Part 1 soon!

Warnings: I don’t think there are any? (Let me know)

Tags: @fangirl1802​, @iamwarrenspeace​, @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi​, @ssweet-empowerment​ (Let me know if you want to be tagged)

Y/N’S POV

I wasn’t one of those people who ever expected to get more than I had. I grew up knowing that life was never going to give me anything that I didn’t work for. That’s just how it was.

But growing up like that never kept me from having a good life. I was a good kid, who did good in school and got my first job as soon as I was able.

I wanted to do things the way my parents did. So just like them I got married young, to a man that I thought was the love of my life. And I guess he was for a bit. God knows I ignored every red flag because I thought he was.

He traveled a lot for work, so we didn’t see him much but I thought that the fact that he always came home to us was enough to make up for all the missed birthdays and Christmases and whatever else he cancelled on. Not to mention, when he was home he never wanted to spend any time with us, always saying he needed to see his family while he was in town, like we weren’t his.

When the visits stopped and the calls went to voicemail was when I decided that it was time to end things with him. He wasn’t ready to commit no matter what the marriage certificate said, so I was ready to commit to a life without him.

At the very least he gave me my son Ty, the actual love of my life. I was a single mom before he left us and now it was just more of a permanent thing.

So we got divorced after ten years together, eight married, I left my terrible job, and I moved to a better apartment. It was the hardest time of my life. No matter how strong I tried to be, I was still upset about how things had turned out.

But I pushed through that, because I had to, for Ty. So I found a new job at the Beresford Hotel as a maid and the move led to Ty switching to a better school system, one that could actually keep up with him. My friends at work helped me raise him to be the wonderful boy that he is and for the first time in over a decade I was in a good spot in my life.

So I guess in the end I couldn’t really complain about anything. We were lucky and happy, and that’s all that mattered.

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BUCKY’S POV

I grew up knowing exactly how my life was going to go; my father had made sure to that.

My family was born and raised in Brooklyn and for as long as I could remember our life was politics. My father was the perfect politician, my mother was the perfect wife, and my sister, Rebecca, and I were the perfect children. To everyone else we were perfect.

To us though, my mom hated that my dad worked all the time, my sister hated the “plan” my parents laid out for her, and I hated that I just gave in to them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the life that I had, I just wish that I had gone about things differently.

See, I followed my plan. I went to school, made the perfect grades, went to a top Ivy league school, Harvard, got my Bachelors degree in Political Science and my Masters in Public Administration, interned with my dad before becoming an Assemblyman, and have been, as humbly as possible, serving the people of New York as so for the last five years.

There wasn’t too much to me...other than that, sadly. I worked way too much, had way too many failed relationships thrown all over the tabloids, and constantly had my best friend breathing down my neck.

My best friend and campaign manager, Steve, has been with me from the very beginning. We grew up on the same street and we went to the same schools until he decided to go to Washington DC to specialize in campaign management. Of course when I heard that, I had to wait for him to get back, he’s the only person I would have ever trusted to be my manager. He sure does get a kick out of it though, he says he’s less of a manager of my campaign and more of a manager of me. Funny seeing how he’s younger but he’s done a great job so far and he has my best interests at heart. I’ll give him credit where credit is due, no matter how annoying he can be.

But I guess having him around was better than being alone. He was there for everything, every girl, every scandal, he was there when my dad died… I want to do him proud, I want to do both of them proud.

I have a big legacy to live up to, one that I hope to do some good with. I don’t know what life will throw my way, but I sure know that being so close to home again can’t bring anything but trouble. 

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PART ONE (Coming Soon)

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[notnaturalanahi]

Like electricity

Pairing: Dean x Virgin!Female!Reader

WC: 824

Warnings: Smut, safe sex (this is not a warning, but a reminder), fingering and fluff.

A/N: A to Z 2.0 - Cherry (virginity) with Dean, A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile... Now you’re gonna go listen to the song lol, @emoryhemsworth requested this drabble from my A to Z 2.0 list and everytime I tried to sit down and write it, it turned out into a feminist statement about how virginity is nothing but a social construct (because it is!) and I ended up deleting the whole thing because it was suppose to be a sexy drabble and trust me, it never got to the sexy part. Also, I’m not into the whole virgin!reader, so yeah, the reader’s a virgin, it’s not said but implied (SORRY!) 

Anyway, today after about 2, 3 months of radio silence I decided to give it another try (and start writing again)... This is the result. 

Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, obviously. I hope you like it and that’d lead me to write more and as often as I used to.  Fingers crossed!

His teeth clashed against yours and your chuckle was cut off by the gasp that followed when his hand slipped past the elastic band of your underwear, fingers brushing over the hair until they reached warmer, damper terrain. Your whole body doubled over and your fingers gripped instantly at the soft fabric of his flannel, it felt as if he just pressed a magic button that controlled your entire body movements.

Dean smirked into the kiss and your mouth fell open when his fingertips started drawing circles and applying the perfect pressure.

Slick drenched down your underwear and jeans as Dean’s hand kept on working, his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, kissing and lapping at your sensitive skin, like no one had ever done before.

Feeling the familiar burn between your thighs your cried out, one of your hands instinctivly went to stop Dean’s but he never relented. His other hand cupped the back of your neck and he kissed your lips again before demanding you to open your eyes.

“Cum for me,” he ordered.

Your body knew exactly what to do and in the backseat of his gorgeous black car you let go and came with a wail, for the first time under the touch of somebody else that wasn’t yourself; and not just under anybody else’s touch, but Dean Winchester’s, the man you’d been pining over for the past years, your whole body shaking with pleasure. It felt like the first time ever, like electricity. As if a lightning struck you and the blazing spread through your torso and limbs to every corner of your body.

Dean helped you lay back on the seat, your head clouded and your body seething and begging for more. His hands pulled the clothes off your lower body, making an extra effort with your shoes.

When his warmth disappeared suddenly your eyes fluttered open, he was tearing the layers off his back, tossing them over the front seat and the he stood, hunching down under the low roof, toeing his boots and kicking his pants and underwear off.

Watching him crawl back into the leather seat between your legs gave you an unexpected wave of energy, sitting up you pulled your shirt over your head, unhooking your bra and shrugging the straps down your arms until you could get rid of it completely.

His hard cock poked your thigh and slithered between your legs as he kissed you again. This time it was with a serenity that could have driven you mad, but the passion in it, his luscious tongue and his moans, together with the movements of his hips as he glided his hot member through your folds, helped feed the hunger that had been awakened in your core.

“Dean,” you whimpered his name, your voice filled with want.

He chuckled, kissing your lips one last time before he moved to take a condom from a pocket of his jeans.

You observed carefully the way each muscle of his body twitched and turned as he took the package to his mouth and ripped it open with his white teeth, spitting the small pice of plastic that stuck to his tongue. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, waiting to close your legs to feel some pressure at the sight of his hand rolling the rubber down his throbbing cock, but couldn’t since he was kneeling in between them, and you mewled feeling the slick of your previous release dribbling down to your ass.

Dean smirked at you, as he tore his eyes from himself to notice the reason of your sobs. And then he was hovering over you, covering your body with his.

With a hand between your bodies he lined up and you trembled when the tip dipped in your entrance. And in an instant you brain flooded with images of him with other women, the ones that came before you, better looking, more experienced...

Your fingers dug on his biceps on both side of your head and your tensed up. “Dean I… I neve- I-”

One hand cupped your cheek and he leaned down to kiss you. “I know,” he whispered. “We can stop.” He kissed you again and you shook your head, no, frantically.

“No. Don’t stop. I just- I’m not like-”

“I want you,” he interrupted again, “I love you and I want you.” His lust blown green eyes bore into yours.

“I love you and I want you!” you responded and craning your neck you kissed him.

Dean smile turned into a snarl when your hand wrapped around his cock and your guided him further into you.

You gasped, almost choking.

“Fff-huck!” he grunted, when his pubic bone met yours.

Rolling your hips helped soothe the slight sting and discomfort and soon enough everything was slippery wet and squelching with every thrust of Dean’s hips against yours that made the impala springs sing like they never did before.

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[thethingwewrite]

Choose Your Side

Part 1:  Witch?

Summary: (Y/N) didn't know what she was getting into when she found the book in her locker. Would using it be just all the fun she thought she could have or something darker than she except?

Pairing: Dean x Reader (in the future)

Word Counts:  2817

Warning: Bullying, little angst

A/N: Hey guys, here is the new fic and series, I was working on. As you know its a charmed crossover but they aren't in the first part but in the next one, the same is for Dean. There is only Bobby in this part so bar with me, I like her to discover the whole new world first then bring anyone yet. Like I said it was supposed to be a co-writer fic with @secretlyfurrydragon . She inspired me a lot and I really believed she is a great writer. Thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis for betaing this as always she is just doing a great job with me :). I hope you will enjoy this and let me know what you think about it.

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March 1998

It was a dark, raining night filled with thunder every now and again. From the window of your room, you observed the scenery and wondered if you had been the reason the rain started in the first place. You bit your lips and glanced at the night table you converted into a ritual table surrounded by candles. You did not know whether you could be happy about it or worried, so you slowly decided to walk to it and read the page you used to cast a spell. You took a deep breath as you reread it for the third time.

You had been practicing witchcraft for a whole week now. So far it's only been fun. Any little trick here and there, but you never dared to try the bigger one until now. Being 14 year old, (y/h/c) and plus-size was never easy. So when you found the book in your locker a week ago, you thought someone was pranking you, especially with the weird note, you discovered with it

“(Y/N). You had been chosen to use and protect this book. Make sure it never falls into the wrong hand. Also, This book is a gift and can also be a curse too. If you have good intentions, you will only face minor consequence in your life, if not, get ready for a lifetime of nightmare and losing your loved one.”

That note worried you, mainly because no one knew your locker code but you. You made sure of it. So you quickly put the heavy book in your backpack and went to the library. Stupidly thinking the book belonged there and the look the librarian gave you, it was something you never want to do again. So you left quickly without the book and did everything to avoid the odd look you received on the way to your class.

The whole day, you had received comments from your classmate calling you a witch or fat witch, particularly because the book pop up at any particular moment, even though some of your teachers confiscate it from you and you also throw it in the trash bin on the way home but found it on your bed. You had stopped freaking out after the third time and after receiving from one of your teacher a note to be in detention. You were just bothered and annoyed by everything, so you just gave in and opened the book.

A rumble of thunder startled you and brought you back into the problem. You slightly smiled as you noticed that this spell would only last 12 hours.

“Good,” you said to yourself then closed the book.

You smiled and promised yourself that you wouldn’t use the book anymore, while cleaned and put everything that was on the night table in your closet before going to sleep.

The next day like you predicted, the storm stopped around 9 am and you were pleased to know that the weather came back as it's expected to be. After that, nothing major happened other than two of the four kids that bothered you didn't come into class that day, you did not mind. You figured that they were sick or something, but while you had your lunch break, the two left came to your table.

“Where are they, fat ass!?” Joyce queried

You raised an eyebrow “Who are they? ” You asked back

Joyce grabbed your arms and put pressure on it, you wanted to react, but her boyfriend pressed a knife against your side under the table “Don’t even try anything. Or Jamie will deflate you before you even have the chance to say a word” She threatened you, “Again. Where are they?”

Your heart thundered in her chest while you grimaced slightly in pain while the blade of the knife pressing against your side. “I...I swear I don't know who you are talking about Joyce” You implored her.

“Babe, is she that dumb?” Jamie grumbled “Jack and Jerry.”

“What about them?” you quavered

Joyce didn't have the time to say anything that the janitor came in the way. “Is everything ok kiddo?” He questioned

Jamie narrowed his eyes “She is fine! Now move grandpa” he spat

The harsh look the janitor gave Jamie made the three of you widen your eyes. Joyce let go of your arms and Jamie slide away from you. Both of them left the table without looking back at you.

The janitor’s face smoothed slightly and changed into a concerned look. “You ok kiddo?” he asked one more time

You nodded “Yes, thank you Mr…" you trailed off

“Singer. Bobby Singer,” he introduced himself “Don’t let those idjits…” He started, but he was interrupted by a black male came into the conversation

“Bobby. We need to go” He said not even paying attention to you

Bobby nodded before turning back to you, but once again he didn’t have a chance to speak anything that the man grabbed his shoulder and took him away from you. You observed them leave, linking Bobby already even with the little talk you had. He had saved you today.

Two days later

After the incident and Bobby’s help, nothing significant happened, aside from breaking your promise not to use magic again, but this was an emergency some of your classmates had been slowly disappearing. That’s when you understood what Joyce accused you of being behind those events. She was wrong, at least you hoped even indirectly related to the disappearance you didn’t want to be the one to blame for it. Now here you were with your book open on a tracking spell. All of the incantations were in Latin, and you weren't sure that you pronounced them correctly. Because let's be honest here Latin was the only class you had been failing this year and the fact that those spells even if they were fun to try were in Latin, didn't help you at all. Not to mention you barely understand any of it, you only hope it wasn't something wicked.

You took a deep breath before, chanted the last word of the spell as you dropped the powder inside the cauldron. A small explosion could be heard, and some smoke moved up, you waved off, then grabbed the white stone inside the container before putting it on the map. The second the rock touched the map. It melted like it was burning from the inside and turned into a silver liquid which moved around the map to form a circle around a group of houses. You frowned, it wasn’t specific, but at least you knew where those houses were.

You arrived at the house's neighborhood a few 25 minutes later. Your bike stopped near one of the houses, this area was new construction, and nobody would come here for any reason because some of them still needed to be built. You glanced at them one by one not sure which one you should check first; luckily you took the map with you, you pulled out of your backpack and opened it. You noticed the big circle slowly started to get smaller, as you walked and pushed your bike.

Night had come quickly, by the time you arrived in front of the right house. A big old house, you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side ‘What the hell?’ You thought, wondering why this house was still there in the middle of all those new houses. You stared at it for a few minutes as you walked toward the manor, nervously because it was giving you the creep and you couldn’t shake a strange feeling. You walked into the house after a few moments of wrestling with the door.

Now that you were inside the house, the creepy feeling you had earlier was getting stronger. The door slamming shut itself, startling you. You placed your hand on your chest and tried to calm yourself. Your eyes traveled around the dim hallway, too dark for you to be able to see anything or your eyes to adjust to it. You took your backpack and searched for a lamp, but you didn’t seem to have anything else but the book when you realized the book was there one more time.

You sighed and shook your head ‘Shity book’ you thought.

Even though it was starting to get on your never, you pulled the book when you noticed the book was shining a little. Maybe you could use to walk around or just to find a spell to use, so you have lights in there? You ran the thought in your mind for a few seconds before kneeling down on the floor and putting the book down then flipped the pages until you found the right one.

You smiled “ ego indigeō lucis” (I need light) you repeated three times

You looked around for several minutes as nothing happened, you frowned and closed the book thinking you would just have to carry it around. You closed the book, but it wasn’t shining anymore. Magic was so complicated that you weren’t sure if you still like it. You put the book back in your backpack.

“How Am I going to see anything?” You wondered out loud.

Like someone turned the light on, your hands started to shine the same the book had a few moments ago, you widened your eyes and looked at your hands impress with everything. A smirk appeared on your face; you grabbed your backpack before starting to walk with a hand extended in front of you. As you walked into the vast and dark hallway with the only company the light shining from you had, you got startled by some rats running past you. You watched them go like there was something off about that. Well, rats running away has usually been a sign of danger.

“Hey You!?” someone called out

You turned to face a man, you weren't sure where you saw him before, but you didn't care because the look on his face when he saw your hand shining wasn't good at all, especially because he pulled his gun out “No don't! I am not here to hurt you" you quickly said, holding your hand up, but it wasn't a good idea because your hands started to shine more and slightly blind him making him groan

“Like hell you are!” He barked

Call it intuition or weird feeling, but you didn't feel like staying there and feel the consequences of this, so you turned around and ran away from him, and you were right. You heard the sound of the wind when a bullet came near you. You knew you made the right decision; you ran as fast as you could, not caring where you are going before falling your face first as someone jumped on you to pin you down on the floor.

“Please don't “ You begged as the person gripped at your shoulder to hold you on the floor

“Well, I’ll be damned”  The voice you recognized cursed

“Bobby?” You asked, surprise

“Watch her hand!" Another voice

“Get up" Bobby ignored the man and stood up. You obeyed putting your hand down not wanting to show them, but Bobby grabbed them, and the shining light was on again, “How can you do that?” He asked as the other male came next to you.

You barely had the time to say anything that the other man beat you “She is a witch! Bobby! I told you a witch was behind this” He grumbled showing Bobby the book he found in your back

You shook your head“No! I am not behind this! I am here to help them,” You protested

“Right! We are dumb and Dumber” the other man sneered

“Andrew. Let her answer” Bobby said then turned to face you “Listen (Y/N), we are not going to hurt you…” He began before being interrupted by Andrew  again

“Like hell we aren’t!” He hissed

You shrank back; Bobby let you have a small space between the two of you. However, he was still holding your hand “We are not going to kill you…Yet” Bobby corrected

You palled and tears formed in your eyes. You weren't sure if you were supposed to be happy or not with the fact that the place was dark “What!?” You fretted

“Just tell us where the other kids are and we might consider if you live or not” Andrew  maintained

Your breath quickened, and you pulled one of your hands away from Bobby’s grip “I.. I swear I didn't do anything to them. I… I just want to save them…. I used magic so that I could see in this hallway. Please don't kill me” You begged while your tears fell down your face

Bobby took the book from Andrew  “You know those books are dangerous. There is always a prize behind every spell this book does” He tried to calmly explain it to you.

“That’s not what the note says. I am not allowed to use this for personal gain otherwise I would lose people I care” You confess

“(Y/N) How can you not think about this being weird when you receive that kind of message” He scowled

Before you even had the chance to open your mouth, an invisible force thrown the 3 of you apart from each other. You gasped, and your heartbeat quickened, with a long bang your head hit furniture. All dizzy and barely able to stand with your arms falling along your side, a loud high sound in your ears as you tried to focus on your surroundings, yet failed as you passed out. Occasionally coming in and out, every time you did, you had to concentrate which take her almost all her strength each time. Only some images remained in your mind, with Bobby and Andrew fighting the best they could something, you weren't sure what exactly before you fainted for good not able to hold the pain in your head anymore.

You woke up after a few hours with the sound of the two voices bickering over something you barely or didn't care due to a huge headache you had. You tried to listen. However, your head didn't allow you to sneak on them. It needed too much concentration, and you didn't have the strength to do that. You just gave up and sat up in what looked like a bed “Could you keep down so my brain could rest a little” You said not caring whoever it was

“See Bobby Cinderella is awake now,” Andrew  said sarcastically

You massage your temples, trying to make the pain more bearable, of course, it failed as you watched Bobby come to you and sat next to you. “You look like I did something bad,” You told him

“More like several bad things. Princess” Andrew  said

“What my partners mean is, even though you saved our lives. You did put everyone's life in danger” Bobby said

You widened your eyes and shook your head “No. No, I didn’t hurt anyone. I promise” You blurted as tears came down your cheek.

“The spell you use of that book where market each time you used them. Do you even understand what they mean?” He asked

“Some I did,” You said as more tears fell down

“Oh please,” Andrew grumbled, “Listen, those were dangerous. You were sending each of your friends to a demon!” He fumed

“I...I am sorry” You sobbed “I...I didn’t know. I won’t do it again.”

Bobby nodded “Alright, as long as you stop that I am ok with that” He sent a glare to Andrew

Andrew shrugged “Yeah, don’t, or else we will have to kill you.”

You gasped “I promise I won’t,” You said

Andrew grabbed the book “We are taking this with us as insurance” He said putting the book in his bag before walking out of the room

You nodded, barely able to say anything as you only sob. Bobby shook his head at him, then helped you up. They brought you back to your house, luckily your parents weren't home, nobody to ask you any question. When you got to your room, the book was there again.

[eridanusco]

Sometimes

Pairing: Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sometimes love just isn't enough.

Word Count: 196

Warnings: Angst, man.

(A/N): This is a repost of something that tumblr ate about a year ago. I’m tagging who I originally tagged in it.

Sometimes, no matter how much you loved someone, it just wasn't enough. After too many sleepless nights to count, backs turned towards each other, you realize that love alone doesn't stop that sinking feeling you get when you hear him come home.

Love alone doesn't make it any easier to reach out to him, to forgive him for the snappy comments and hurtful tone that you know he didn't mean.

Too much has happened between you. Too many tears have been shed, too many cuts have been made to your heart for an easy repair to be made.

Ego gets in the way, and distrust. You begin to question if the love is still there at all, until it happens. When you tell him you're leaving, and you see the pain in his eyes, you know the love is still there. You know because looking at his hurt, your chest is aching and someone is twisting your insides. You can't breathe.

And when he looks down, and says,

“Go if you want,”

You leave, because even knowing your heart was with him, you had never felt more alone than when you laid in bed beside him.

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[samslittlespoon]

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You and Sam are driving back from a salt and burn with a male ghost when his already deceased wife tries to exact her revenge for sending her husband to the other side and Sam dedicates himself to keeping you safe.

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: Slight violence, but nothing more than what we’re used to on the show.

A/N: Submitted by a kind anon! Thank you!

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“Hey,” Sam panted into his burner phone. “...Yeah, we got him, it was a ghost like we thought. Get this, his wife buried his teeth in the front yard. In her flower garden...Yeah, disgusting, I know. They were in a box with a necklace that we snagged. We thought some next of kin may want it, or if not, might be worth something.” You heard Dean’s gruff voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Sam glanced over at you and winked. “Yeah, y/n’s with me, she did great,” he told his brother. ”She-” You didn’t even have to eaves drop to know what Dean was about to say next. “I know, man, not a scratch on her, don’t worry.” 

A smirk spread across your face as you fiddled with the necklace you had found, now proudly dangling from your neck. You knew he meant the car. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about you, of course he did, but Sam had always been the one to keep a close eye on your safety. As a result, through the years, your relationship had grown from a partnership to one with some chemistry.

“We’ll be back in 30. Yup, we’ll drive safe. Bye.” Sam hung up the phone and gave you a sly smile as he pressed the gas. He was careful about so many things, but when it came to his brother’s car, he loved to push the boundaries when he could.

“Sam...” you said, your tone a low warning.

“Fine,” he smiled, and eased off the gas. “By the way, I hope you know I really appreciate your help out there. You had my back the whole time, I really would have been in some hot water without you.”

You gave a small nod. “That’s what hunters do. What good is a partner if we don’t cover each other’s ass?” You gave him a slight jab with your elbow before adding “and a it’s pretty damn fine ass at that.”

Sam let out a short laugh, and you knew you had helped diffused some of the stress. One of your gifts had always been bringing Sam back to himself after a fight. Dean often got caught up in his own head after a hunt, leaving Sam to spiral, but you wanted to ground him.

“When we get back to the bunker,” Sam teased, “this fine ass has some plans for yo--SHIT!” 

You both looked up just in time to see a frightened middle-aged woman in a floor length nightgown staring at you, terrified, standing right in the middle of the road.

The breaks squealed, and you felt your body jolt to the right, then to the left then the rest of your memory is completely blank. The last thing you recall is the sound of metal twisting around a solid object.

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Sam squeezed his eyes shut and felt warm liquid trickle down the left side of his face. He took a deep breath and felt his surroundings. He was right-side-up, so that was good. Seatbelt was still on, though the left side of his chest stung as he tried to breath. Toes and fingers could all move. 

He was alive and that was enough.

Sam opened his eyes, and his heart seized as he turned to look at you. Your head hung limp to your chest, your forehead flecked with tiny cuts from the shattered windows. The purple crystal necklace you had found with the teeth lay on your check, glistening in the moonlight. 

The Impala had veered off the road and had been careening towards a tree when Sam yanked the steering wheel to the right, slamming into the giant Oak with its left side in an attempt to protect you from the impact. The back left door had been completely crumpled.

“Y/n,” he called. “Y/n, can you hear me?” Reaching over, he cupped your face in his large hands. Your skin was still warm, and your pulse was strong. “C’mon, y/n, open your eyes, look at me.”

You stirred softly before letting out a rattling cough. Sam let out the deep breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“It’s okay, we’re going to be okay. Just hold on, alright?” He had already unbuckled and started hoisting himself slowly, painfully, through the now empty window frame. “Hold on!” 

Upon inspection, the passenger side didn’t look too bad, despite the broken glass. Your door opened easily, which was a relief for Sam. Leaning in, he ran his hands over your body, ensuring you were in one piece. 

“Looks like you’ve got some cuts and a nasty concussion, but you’re going to be okay.” Your eyes were rolling in your head but you nodded in understanding. Sam ran a protective hand over your hair. “Listen to me, I’m going to unbuckle you and see if--”

Sam froze as he watched his breath turn to a thick fog in front of him. In nearly 70 degree weather, there was only one reason this could be happening.

“I thought we got rid of you,” he growled into the darkness.

“It wasn’t me you were after,” came a female voice that sent chills down Sam’s spine. Slowly, he creeped towards the trunk of the car to gather his salt gun. The spirit slinked out from behind the trees, and Sam recognized her as the woman from the road. 

“You!” Sam was furious. “You did this to us! You did this to her,” he pointed in your direction. Hurrying he pulled a gun out of the trunk and slammed it shut, ready to protect you both.

The ghost was passive, nonchalant. With upturned hands, she glided forward. “And you sent my husband away without consulting me first. That was very rude.” 

“Tough,” Sam spat, aiming his gun in her direction.

"How would you like if I did that to her?” The spirit asked.

“I would never allow that,” Sam tensed, standing between you and the ghost. “Your husband was already dead. He needed to move on. Y/n’s still alive.”

The transparent woman let out a laugh that echoed through the trees, and seemingly surrounded the car before her eyes turned red and she screamed, “NOT FOR LONG!”

She shot forward, slamming into Sam before he was able to get a shot off. Sam collapsed next to the car.

“Y/N!” he called as he began to stand up, “The necklace!”

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Your head was ringing. Sam’s voice began to cut through the noise as you opened your eyes. The world was a blur but you were vaguely aware of the fight around you. 

The tall Winchester slowly got back to his feet as your vision came back into focus. His breath was heaving, and one of his legs was unable to bear weight, but that didn’t stop him from standing in the doorway of the car to guard you.

The ghost had vanished, but you both knew it was only a matter of minutes until she returned.

“Burn the necklace, y/n, that must be her connection to this world.”

You didn’t hesitate to rip the crystal from your neck and fish around your bag for a lighter and some salt. “Get away from the door, I have to burn this thing somewhere!”

You watched him hesitate to leave your side, but realizing time was of the essence, he took a tentative step away from the car. “Keep it close, I need to keep you safe.”

As the necklace hit the ground, the older woman reappeared in the headlights of the car. 

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” She shrieked, her voice shrill and frightened. “THAT’S MINE!” 

A shot fired from Sam’s gun, and she vanished in a cloud of gray smoke. “Y/N! The lighter!” 

You dumped salt onto the crystal and lit your Zippo. 

Time seemed to freeze as you watched the lighter connect with the jewelry and go up in a ball of flame.

The angry spirit appeared one final time, this time at the rear of the car, screaming as the fire continued lapping at her, sending her to the next world with her husband.

After a few painful moments, the woods were silent again, the only sound was the two of you catching your breath. A few seconds of quiet passed before Sam scooped you into his arms, wincing at the pain that inflicted on him. 

“Thank God you’re okay,” he said, burying his face into your neck. You embraced him with the same fervor, relieved the two of you survived two ghost attacks and a bad car accident in the same night.

“I know,” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “We need a ride home, we ned to give Dean a call.”

Sam pulled away and groaned, remembering what had happened to Baby. “He’s going to be so pissed about this. I’d rather fight another ghost!”

You chuckled, sliding back into the passenger’s seat and scolded, “You shut your mouth, Sam Winchester!”

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[faith-in-dean]

Becoming Human... Almost

Summary: After finding Jack, Sam and Dean bring him to the bunker for you to watch him while they are taking care of business.

Words: 1468

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Warnings: None, really. Spoilers for Season 13 at most.

As soon as the Bunker door opened, you looked up. Cleaning and repairing the Bunker while Sam, Dean, and Mary were out to find Castiel and Kelly before Lucifer did. You were sure that “somebody needs to take care of this mess” wasn’t the only reason they wouldn’t let you come along with them.

Dean was the first one to come into view. He looked exhausted, sad. The next person was someone you didn’t know and after him followed Sam. No Mary or Cas.

“Who’s that?” you asked, making all three men look at you, the stranger furrowed his brows.

“Y/N… oh, uh… this is… this is Jack. Lucifer’s son,” Sam explained, trying a smile but you only quirked a brow.

“Lucifer is not my father,” Jack had said, earning a sigh from Dean.

“You’re trying to tell me this grown ass man is Lucifer’s child? Shouldn’t he be a baby?” you only quirked your brow even more.

“He should. We have no idea either but you need to watch him. Dean and I still have a few things to take care of but he’s safest here with you,” Sam said, making you scoff.

“You know how Lucifer is and yet you want to leave his offspring with me?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“Jack isn’t like Lucifer. I promise. Just… just take care of him for now, will you?” Sam pleaded and you finally gave in with a sigh.

It hadn’t been long until Sam and Dean left again and you were all alone with Jack.

Neither one of you had said anything. You figured he didn’t know much to say but then what should you tell him?

You didn’t know much about Nephilims. You didn’t know what they needed to survive. Well, might as well find out.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” you asked and pointed to the kitchen.

“What is that?” Jack asked, turning his head as Castiel always would when he didn’t understand something.

“Do you need to eat or drink something? Does your mouth feel dry or your stomach grumble?” you asked him.

“I ate nougat. But my mouth feels dry,” Jack said, having a dorky smile on his face as he mentioned nougat. You weren’t even going to question it.

“Well, let me get you something to drink then. What do you want? Water, juice, soda? I probably shouldn’t offer you a beer,” you said and headed into the kitchen, hearing him follow you.

“I don’t know what that is,” Jack said a bit unsure as he stood beside you.

With a sigh, you grabbed a few bottles.

“This is water. It doesn’t taste like much but does the thing. Juice is made out of fruits. Oranges for example. I prefer that to be honest. And soda… well, soda is soda. I can’t really describe it,” you said with a shrug.

“I would like the juice,” Jack decided with a nod. In return, you put away the bottles you didn’t need and grabbed a glass for Jack, pouring in some juice as he watched intently.

“Here you go,” you handed the glass of juice to him, watching as he drank carefully. He emptied the whole glass, smiling brightly afterward.

“I like this!” Jack said with excitement.

“That’s good. It’s my favorite,” you smiled and nodded, noticing the blood on his shirt, “are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so,” Jack shook his head, touching the spot. You nodded a little and put away the bottle of juice.

“Let’s get you a different shirt and since I believe you’re staying here for a while, let’s pick a room for you, I assume you’ll need to sleep, too,” you said and lead the way to the room where you kept clothes that nobody really needed anymore.

“Look through them, see if you find something you like,” you opened a box and left him to look through the clothes. He had finally picked a striped sweater.

“I like this!” he said and held it out to you.

“That used to be Castiel’s when he was human,” you smiled a little, “well, he doesn’t need it, so you can have it.”

“You know my father?” Jack asked, causing confusion upon you.

“Uh? Castiel is your father?” you quirked a brow.

“My mother said to trust him. He is my father,” Jack nodded but you decided not to think of that too much as of now.

“I do know him. He’s our friend. Come on, let me show you to the bathroom so you can change,” you quickly changed the topic and brought him to the bathroom.

“Here you can go to the toilet, wash your hands, brush your teeth, shower and all that,” you told him as you lead him into the bathroom.

“Why would I use the toilet?” Jack asked, making you sigh once again.

“You pee or poop. Depending on what you have to do. Ask Sam or Dean about that, I will not explain that any further,” you shook your head.

“And shower?” he then asked.

“You take off all your clothes and clean yourself with water and shower gel. Makes you smell nice,” grabbing one of the shower gels, you showed him.

“Can you show me how?” Jack then asked, making you blush.

“No, I can not do that,” shaking your head, you left the bathroom, “change into that sweater, I’ll be waiting.”

You closed the door behind yourself and rubbed a hand over your face. Just what were Sam and Dean thinking, leaving Jack with you. Why were you the one that had to teach him everything? And if Castiel was his father, why wasn’t he with him? So many questions you didn’t have answers for. But your thinking was soon interrupted when you heard Jack scream out.

Immediately you stormed into the bathroom, finding him kneeling on the ground, holding his ears tight.

“Jack?! Jack, what’s wrong?!” you asked, kneeling next to him but Jack didn’t say or do anything. It seemed like he was in pain and you couldn’t do anything. After a good minute, he finally relaxed and turned to look at you.

“What happened, Jack?” you questioned as you looked at him with soft eyes.

“The scary voices… they were back… I was scared,” he explained and you could only imagine that it was the angel radio going crazy on him.

“I'm… I’m sorry. But I’ll keep you safe, that’s a promise. You don’t need to worry,” you promised with a soft smile and finally helped him up.

“Let me show you to your room,” you said and kept his hand in yours as you lead the way, partly to give him comfort.

“Is this my room?” Jack asked once you lead him into one of the small bedrooms.

“Yes, this is also directly next to mine, just in case you need anything. That’s your bed, you sleep in that,” you said softly and pointed towards the bed.

“How do I sleep?” Jack asked and walked over, feeling the bed a bit.

“You lay down and close your eyes, eventually falling asleep at some point,” you shrugged a bit, looking around.

“We should decorate the room. Make it look a bit more like home,” you said, looking around to find a few things you could put up.

A good hour later, Jack’s room was well decorated, looking comfortable and like a nice place to stay at. You even filled his dresser with a few old shirts from Dean and a couple of other clothes.

After making and having dinner, Jack and you had settled down to watch some Netflix. He seemed to enjoy the show you were watching, a smile was on his face the whole time. Everything was peaceful until he screamed again, holding his ears.

You didn’t know what to do. You were certain that there wasn’t much to do. So you did what you could do best. Comfort.

With tenderness, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. His head was against your chest, your chin resting on top of his head while you gently rubbed his back. There was no sign that it actually worked, but if you could feel at least the slightest bit useful, you would do it.

You could feel Jack slowly relax in your arms and he slowly rose his head to look at you.

“What is this?” he asked, a bit unsure.

“Comfort. You are scared and I don’t know what else to do, so I’m comforting you,” you said softly. Jack nodded a bit, finally smiling a bit.

“I like comfort,” he said and settled back in, returning to watch the show.

Maybe you could get used to taking care of him. You knew he was already growing close to you. Whether that was a good thing or not.

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[darkmystress00]

Crayons and Kindergarten

Prompt: parents meeting when they take their kids to class au

Words: 1377

Pairing: Bethyl

Beth smoothed out the front of her blouse nervously. It was Sammy’s first day of kindergarten and to say Beth wasn’t a wash of crazy emotions would be the worst sort of lie. She was fit to be tied for a good number of reasons, none of them logical. With a quiet huff she got out of the car and moved to the back, unbuckling her daughter and lifting her from her car seat.

“Sammy, put on your backpack while Mama ties your shoes.” She mumbled as she knelt down to double knot both little sneakers.

“Yes, Mama.” Sammy chirped as she pulled the little jean backpack trimmed in white lacy from the spot next to her seat. Sammy wrinkled her nose at the frilly bag, but knew better than to argue with her mama, especially when it was obvious her mama was feeling a certain sort of way. Sammy had no idea why her mama seemed so nervous, it wasn’t like she was the one who had a new teacher and needed to learn all her ABCs.

Beth straightened and smiled down at Sammy before taking her hand and walking her across the little school parking lot. She tilted her head up, chin out in determination. She could just about feel everyone’s eyes on her, but she chose to ignore them. When she’d come home from college she’d been the talk of the town: freshly twenty-two, unmarried, and pregnant. She’d had a steady college boyfriend (not that anyone who gossiped knew that) and they’d even talked about coming back and getting hitched. When Beth had wound up pregnant all those dreams had come crashing down on her. The boy had said he just simply wasn’t ready to be a daddy and had up and disappeared on her. She’d hidden away at her parent’s farm trying desperately not to hear the not so whispered rumors that started in the church yard and followed her around town. After Sammy had been born the gossip mill had moved along from the unwed farmer’s daughter to something else, but Beth hadn’t been listening. She just focused on raising her beautiful sweet baby girl as best she could.

Now it was the first day of school, and she could feel that rumor mill getting ready to start up all over again. Beth was dreading it, but knew she’d bare it and come out stronger because of it. The part that burned her up the most was hearing all the sympathetic mumbles of ‘Poor child, no daddy at home. Such a shame.’ It positively made Beth bristle when she’d catch the tail end of that statement. She was doing just fine by her baby girl without a man in her life to complicate things. Besides, Sammy did have her grandpa.

Hershel had taken some knocks in his life: son and wife passing too early, farming accident that injured his leg and caused him to have to hire outside help, permanent limp, and a stressful harvest season that he had to sit on the sidelines for. Yes, Hershel had had his fair share of hard knocks, but when Beth had arrived back at the farmhouse with the declaration of him becoming a grandfather, now that just simply wasn’t one of them.

Beth entered that kindergarten classroom and ignored how the conversation seemed to stopped when she entered. She followed Sammy to her little chair, with her name on the tag, and the little pencil box that had crayons and a pencil inside. Beth crouched down, helping Sammy take her little backpack off before hanging it on the back of her chair. Sammy looked at the little boy sitting next to her and wrinkled her nose. “Mama, Ms. West put me next to a boy. I don’t wanna sit next to a boy. They’re gross.” She whined.

“Samantha Abigail Greene you mind your manners and be nice.” Beth huffed, putting her hands on her slim hips. “For all you know he don’t wanna sit next to you none either. Now apologize.” Sammy pouted. “Go on now.”

“I’m sorry.” Sammy grumbled looking back to the boy. He gave her a shrug.

“S’okay.” He grinned at her. “I had Ms. West for preschool last year. Ms. West calls me her special helper. She told me she knows I can sit next to anyone and be their friend, even the naughty ones in class.” Beth stifled a snicker as Sammy gave a horrified gasp.

“I am not naughty!” She whined. “Mama, tell him I’m not naughty!” Beth just looked at her daughter for a moment before she opened her mouth to reply. She was stopped short when a man walked up beside her and spoke first.

“Dev, you knock that off right now, y’hear?” Daryl grumbled. “Ain’t no way to make friends in class, ‘specially not on the first day.” Beth jerked around to look at the rough and tumble man now standing beside her.

“Aw, I was just bein’ honest. You always say if a man ain’t honest, he ain’t nothin’ at all.” Daryl felt his ears start to burn red. His eyes flitted from his nephew to the blond standing beside him.

When Merle had showed up, panicked on his doorstep five years ago, Daryl had no idea what he was in for. Merle had blabbered on about how Cheryl (who the hell was Cheryl?) had gotten knocked up and had dumped the baby on him, but he had no idea what he was doing, and he knew he was gonna fuck up this kid, and he knew he couldn’t do anything right, and would Daryl please just watch the kid for a little while until he could get his shit together?

The kid was screaming and carrying on and Daryl did the only thing he could think of: he’d picked the kid up and started bouncing him until he was quiet. Merle took that as an agreement and shouted out his thanks as he all but sprinted down the hallway. Daryl was left alone with his nephew in the dark faster than you could count to three, and it had been the two of them ever since. He’d been trying his best to raise the kid right, but he had a streak in him that belonged solely to his daddy, and there was no taming that mouth no matter what Daryl tried.

That was how he found himself wishing the floor would swallow him whole in the middle of Devon’s kindergarten class while a pretty blond eyed him curiously. “I also say if you ain’t got nothin’ nice to say, you keep that mouth closed.” He grumbled as he watched Devon frown.

“But she started it!” He whined. Daryl was fixing to remind him it was disrespectful to argue back but was stopped by the pretty blond.

“He’s right.” She said, a small smile on her lips. “Sammy can be a handful and isn’t always careful with her words. He was just standin’ up for himself.”

“Mama!” Sammy shrieked from her seat. Beth smiled down at her daughter before ruffling her hair.

“Maybe you’ll think twice about what you say to others huh?” Sammy pouted before turning to the boy next to her.

“I’m Sammy.” She said grudgingly. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Devon,” He paused and looked at her, “do you like frogs?” Sammy’s eyes lit up and she smiled before nodding her head vigorously. Beth shook her head. From enemies to friends just that fast. She turned and looked at the man standing next to her.

“I’m Beth. Beth Greene.” She smiled at him, tucking some hair behind her ear.

“Daryl. Daryl Dixon.” He stuck his hand out to shake hers.

“I have a feeling, Mr. Dixon-“

“Just Daryl.” He cut her off. “Mr. Dixon was my dad.”

“Well, Daryl, I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” She motioned to the two kids talking a mile a minute at their table. He felt his heart thump a bit faster in his chest.

“Think so?”

“Oh I know so.” He nodded as he looked at her.

“Well, in that case, wanna get a cup of a coffee?” Beth grinned that hundred-Watt grin.

“I think I’d like that very much…”

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Political Animals-Part 6

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Text messages are highlighted in BOLD

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

The minute Sam and I touched, it was though a switch flipped inside me. Everything around me seemed to fade away slightly in comparison to him.  His hands gripped my arms as he backed me against my closed door.

All I could think about was my need for him.  Our lips met in a clash of tongues and mouths as he kissed me until I had to pull away so I could breathe.  “Need you Alpha.” I whispered.

Sam’s eyes darkened as his hands tangled in my hair.  I leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.  His scent was making my head spin.  We were so wrapped up in each other that neither of us seemed concerned with the fact we were practically have sex in the hallway where anyone could see.

“Unlock the door, Y/N.”  Sam demanded.

My hands were shaking as I tried to fit the key into the lock.  As soon as I had the door open, I tugged his hand and we spilled into my apartment. 

“Help me out of this damn dress!” I begged. I felt like if I didn’t get him inside me in the next 2 minutes I was going to jump out of my skin. He stood behind me, yanking the zipper down as my dress pooled in a puddle at my feet.  I turned and kicked the offending garment away.

Sam’s large hands cupped my ass as he ground his pants covered erection into me.  Free of the confining dress, clad in only my panties and bra, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.  My pussy began to throb with the need to be filled, and slick poured out of me. I bit back a moan. 

Sam reached out a long arm and cleared the top of the table off with one swipe of his hand.  Papers, brushes and other art supplies tumbled to the floor, and I heard the sound of glass breaking.  Even that didn’t pierce the haze of desire that was consuming me.  We weren’t even going to make it to the bedroom.

I’d had sex before when I was in heat, but this was completely different.  I felt like the rational Y/N was being swept away and all that remained was the Omega.   The need to mate that was programmed in my DNA was taking over, screaming to be satisfied.

He picked me up as though I weighed nothing and laid me down on the table on my back.  He didn’t bother removing my bra and panties, he just ripped them off and flung the shredded material to the floor.

Sam positioned my legs over his shoulders as he he kissed up my inner thighs, his mouth lapping up my juices.  As his tongue swirled around my clit and sucked on the raw bundle of nerves my legs began to tremble.  

An orgasm so powerful I saw stars rocketed through me.  “Saaaaammmm!” I shrieked as I came.  He held my legs in his powerful grip while I writhed and moaned, not ceasing until I was a panting mess.  He pulled me to the end of the table and flipped me over effortlessly, bending me over it.  His clothes joined mine on the floor.

Nudging my legs apart, he slid inside me in one smooth motion.  His mouth was pressed against my ear as he hissed, “I can smell him on you, Omega.  Your mine.  No one touches you but me.”

I held my breath as I felt the stretch of my muscles to accept him.  He thrust into me hard and began a punishing rhythm that soon had me spiraling toward another orgasm.  “I’m yours, Sam.  Always.”  I whispered.

He was close, I could tell by the sounds he was making.  Sam’s sweat-slicked chest pressed against my back as he pounded into me.  I could feel his knot starting to swell, making movement more difficult.  When he sunk his teeth into my shoulder, claiming me, marking me as his my eyes widened as we both fell over the edge together.

There was no turning back now, Sam and I were mated forever.  The thought of this should have terrified me, but it didn’t.  It felt right, it felt like I had finally come home.  With Sam by my side I could face the certain wrath of my mother.

For the next two days , Sam and I had sex pretty much everywhere in my apartment.  The floor, the couch, the table again, the shower, and the bed.  We finally fell into the exhausted sleep that signaled the end of my heat and his rut.

I woke in a tangle of arms and legs, Sam’s big body enveloping me as we had slept. I was clear-headed, but he stinging pain in my shoulder a reminder of what we had done in the heat of the moment.  I looked over at Sam and he was watching me closely.

“I’m not sorry I claimed you.”  He said defensively.  I guess he thought I was going to be angry.

“I’m not either.” I whispered.

“Wait......your not?” He said with a tone of surprise.  “This really complicates things, Y/N.”

“I love you, Sam.  I’m done trying to fight it.  I can’t live like this anymore.  No matter what I do, my mother isn’t happy.  There is no pleasing her.  She has never treated me as anything but an inconvenience my entire life.  I am done trying to please her.  It’s time I did what makes ME happy.”

The smile on Sam’s face melted my heart.  He brushed my hair out of my eyes and kissed me, a sweet, gentle kiss full of promise.  “You have NO idea how much I have dreamed about you saying those words..... I love you too, Y/N.”

“Anyway, we have bigger problems than a little bite, Sam.”  I told him.  

He looked worried. “We do?”

“What if I’m pregnant? I’m on suppressants, so technically we should be okay, but we weren’t exactly practicing safe sex, you know.”

In the throes of our hormones, birth control hadn’t exactly crossed our minds. But now that clearer heads prevailed, it was the first thing I thought of.  I had never had sex during my heat with an Alpha in rut.  I didn’t know if that increased the chances of pregnancy, or what effect the suppressants had.

“If you are, we will cross that bridge when we come to it.  I have to admit, the thought of you big with my pup is very appealing.” Sam told me, grinning.  

“You’re such a caveman!” I teased.  “Seriously though, I think we should go see my brother.  Cas is a reasonable man.  He might have an idea about how to break the news to our parents.”

When I fished my phone out of my purse that was still on the floor in the foyer where I had dropped it, I had 27 new voicemails all received in the past three hours.  My ringer had been turned off so I didn’t hear any of them.

“What the hell?” I said, frowning at my phone.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked me.

“I have 27 voicemails.  Some are from Cas and my Mom, but I don’t recognize the other numbers.”

I saw that Cas had just texted me so I opened it up.  

Cas: Y/N, where the HELL are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone? I need to talk to you.  MOM KNOWS ABOUT YOU AND SAM WINCHESTER!

I gasped as all the color drained from my face and my heart plummeted to the floor.  So much for handling this our way.  As usual. my mother was the one in control and I was playing catch-up.

“What’s happened, Y/N?  Your scaring me.” Sam asked urgently.

“My mother knows about us.” I whispered as my eyes filled with tears.

Part 7

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Omega-Mommy

Summary: You and your Alpha have just had pups.

This is for my ABO Bingo Card, the Pups square (@spnabobingo) as requested by bestie @atc74.

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Omega!Reader, Alpha!Rob, BABIES and FLUFF

word count: ~350

“Hey, sweetie,” you heard your husband coo, opening your heavy eyes.  You had to blink a few times before you could focus on anything around you, but the first thing you saw was Rob’s smiling face.

“Morning sunshine,” he said, brushing your hair back away from your face.  You smiled, scooting upward in the bed.  The hospital room was plain, the sheets and blanket covering you slightly scratchy.  All of that was unpleasant, sure, but the moment your eyes left your husband to look across the room you couldn’t care less about anything else.

Two bassinets sat there, one covered with a pale pink blanket and one with a light blue.  “Robby…” you said, the unspoken words beneath his name obvious. 

He immediately went over to the cribs, sweetly picking up your baby girl.  A huge smile hit your face as you saw your strong Alpha so tender with the newborn, something you’d only dreamed of seeing.  You settled enough in your upright position to let Rob hand you your daughter, resting her small head against your gown-covered chest.

He turned back to pick up your son as you got lost in Regan’s beautiful face.  Rob came to perch on the side of your bed, holding Aiden within your view as well.

“They’ve been sleeping for a while, but the doc wanted to make sure that they got cuddling with their mama pretty quickly,” Rob told you softly.  “Need to get your sweet Omega calmness around them as soon as we can.”

You smiled up at him, accepting his kiss.  He carefully settled Aiden in the crook of your free arm, both of your babies now resting against your chest.

An overwhelming scent of protective happiness washed over the room; Rob’s Alpha was really showing, now that he had all three members of his family in his sight together.  “You’re gorgeous, Y/N,” he said, unshed tears shimmering in his eyes.  “My beautiful, perfect, Omega-mommy.”

You thought your heart was going to burst from happiness as you settled in with your pups, your Alpha standing guard.  While you knew that there would be hard times, raising twin pups, you knew it was all worth it to have a family with your Alpha.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Sexting Dean

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: implied smut/kinda smut

A/N: Italicized are Dean texts, bold are readers...

You look beautiful if I haven’t already told you this morning. -D

You have...several times. You’re not too bad yourself. -Y/N

What’s not so bad about me? ;)

Sam is sitting at the other end of the table, bad boy.

Which is why we’re texting. Again, what’s not so bad about me on this lovely day?

Well, your hair game’s on point today for starters. 

Go on...

I especially love how it defies gravity and just sticks up where ever it wants. Wanna run my hands through it and mess it all up.

Permission granted babe.

I’m a sucker for that new flannel you have on too. The brown and blue one. I wasn’t sure at first but when you smile, you make me think all kinds of things.

Dirty things?

How it’d look on me, how it’d look on the floor of our room...

Stop teasing. Let’s go.

But teasing you is so much fun :(

How’s this for teasing?

Stop crawling your foot up my leg.

But teasing you is so much fun ;)

You play dirty. Someone should teach you a lesson for that.

Now who’s playing dirty? Your little foot is tickling the inside of my thigh if I’m not mistaken.

You’ll break first and then you’re mine, all day long.

Aw, that’s so sweet. You think you have a chance ;) 

Baby...you’re giving me a boner you realize.

You’re ruining a perfectly good pair of underwear at the moment. Red lace, so soft. It’s getting all wet because of you.

I’m not getting up first. You can use that foot and palm me to coming right here if you so like. But you’re going to be the one that gives in, you always are.

Stop shifting in your seat, you aren’t getting out of this.

Look under the table hot shot ;)

Fuck, you took off your underwear? Naughty girl ;)

Go to the bedroom first and you can have the matching top.

I’m good right here. If you keep squirming like that, Sam’ll be sure to notice.

Your heel is rubbing...gah, I want your hands on me, not this slow torture.

“Sammy, can you grab some supplies, I think we’re running low,” said Dean, standing up to your surprise. “Y/N’s got some chores she wants to help me with, right?”

You didn’t trust your voice as you quickly nodded and Sam rolled his eyes, getting out of there before he saw anything he didn’t want to.

“Now, where exactly did you want these hands to touch you?” asked Dean, pulling you to your feet. He bent down and picked up your underwear. “I really did a number on these. Soaked little things. Better get you out of those sweatpants before I ruin those too.”

“That can be arranged.”

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Just Like You (24)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23

Summary: You are an experiment, the first of its kind. One day you escape and are living a normal life when you run into a perfect stranger or was he?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 5365

A/N: Well...it’s my birthday today so I decided to post a birthday chapter. I originally wanted to post this on March 10th but realized right as I was about to post, the first half of the chapter had already been posted so...I’m dumb. But it’s up for today even thought being quarantined has sucked the life out of me and will do the same for me today. I hope someone enjoys this but I don’t know. Enjoy. 

Warnings: angst, non-cannon info (?), kissing, some fluff, google translate, flashback, POV switching, a little bit of a cliff hanger

Tags: @thisisthelilith, @thesalsafic, @fangirl1802, @lust-for-pan, @iamwarrenspeace, @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi, @ssweet-empowerment​

BUCKY’S POV

1 Month Later

I walked into the hospital room and sat down on the bed next to her, like I did every day since we got here. She was still asleep, no surprise there.

So I pulled out the next letter, an identical match to the other ones I had written to her every day since we got here, and sat on the bed beside her. I looked over at the ever growing stack of them, sitting beside her bed, all 207 of them, and opened the newest one. I grabbed her hand, moved real close to her, and began the next letter.

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Dear Y/N,

It’s been 6 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days since everything was normal. But it’s also been, officially, 1 year since we left Bucharest. Happy 116th Birthday.

Steve wanted to come in and throw some kind of party for my 100th birthday but it feels wrong to celebrate today without you. I thought we would both make it to this day and even though you’re physically here, it’s not the same. I wanted to take you out to dinner and I wanted to bake you cupcakes and everything else I had planned for us last year. I want to do these things because you’re here and you deserve it, I don’t want to do anything without you.

Bruce and Tony have been working really hard to figure this out and everyone else has been looking for new HYDRA information everytime they go out on a mission. They said that they had an idea, they’ve been working on it for a while though so I don’t know if it’ll work. They came to your room a couple of days ago to explain this idea and I want to say that I understood everything they said but I would be lying…

I wanted to wait until I understood everything to write it down but maybe when you’re reading these it’ll make sense to you. They couldn’t stop talking about trying to control the serum, that they thought that there was a harmless way to move the serum from all over your body to just a part of your body. The serum would be concentrated enough for you to control but they couldn’t tell me what the after effects would be to do something like this. Would you be in pain as the serum moved? Would you feel the serum once it was concentrated? What would move it and what would make it stay once it was moved?

Unfortunately I didn’t get those answers and probably because I am being hard on them. I hate to admit it but the things I’ve learned about what HYDRA did to you, about all the things you’ve endured, it’s made it hard for me to accept these experiments. I don’t want you to go through any more pain, I don’t want you to have to deal with this. God if there was a way I could take away your pain, I would in a heartbeat. But it doesn't work that way.

So instead I’m just waiting for some kind of miracle to happen and maybe next year we’ll get to celebrate our birthdays together.

Love,

Me

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STEVE’S POV

The three of us stood outside of the hospital room, looking in through the glass window, watching as bucky sat there reading another letter to a sleeping Y/N. The last six months have been nothing but a huge search for answers. If we weren’t in Wakanda sleeping or resting from a mission, we were on a mission. It kept us busy but it also didn’t yield many results which was the most frustrating part of it all. That and the fact that we still had you in a coma.

I had wanted so badly to have you awake for Bucky’s birthday...and yours too I guess. Which is why I was hoping to anyone listening that Tony was right in this experiment.

“Tony, how sure are you about this?”

“I’m at like...98%?”

“Well I need you to be at 198%. We didn’t tell Bucky we were doing this so it has to work.”

“Look...I know that everyone wants answers to whatever is happening but I don’t know them, I act like I have them but I don’t. What I do know 100%, is that Y/N will know something that we don’t know. She knows a lot more about everything, HYDRA or otherwise. My goal isn’t to fix her right now, I just need to plug the hole so that I can wake her up. We have to stabilize her and I think that pushing as much of the serum as possible away from her brain and her arm would give her the control that she needs to wake up and give us some of the answers we’re looking for.”

“And what about these robots?”

“Well, when we x-rayed Bucky we noticed a strange reaction happening in the shoulder joint near his arm. Because his arm was amputated and healed before putting the arm on, there’s no real connection between the flesh of his shoulder and the vibranium of the arm, that we can see anyway. And yet the serum is still drawn to the vibranium, it’s why we think the arm was used as an additional way of controlling him. We think that when Bucky is activated the combination of the serum and mind control is what makes him obedient to whoever controls him and the metal would essentially behave in the same manner because not only is it attached to him but it can mimic the same reaction as the serum.” Bruce said.

“Mimic?”

“There’s some kind of connection between the two that we don’t understand. We did tests on the serum and the vibranium and the results were always the exact same. Ther serum was made with basic chemistry, there’s not much in there that we couldn’t find in labs today but vibranium...there’s a reason it’s locked up here in Wakanda. They know how powerful it is, they know the strength behind their technology that uses it. HYDRA found out what it could do and they connected the two together and somehow it works. So we wanted to use the same methods against them, to save her.” Tony said

“The vibranium microbots that we injected into her IV a couple of days ago, will essentially connect with the serum and will slowly push the serum down to her legs. This will give us the time that we need to wake her up and figure out how to fix this for good.” Bruce finished.

“I really hope so.” I said.

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BUCKY’S POV

I was sitting in the chair, feet propped up on the side of her bed, holding her hand and watching some TV show that I couldn't understand. I was going in and out of consciousness pretty frequently, but it wasn’t sticking and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because every time I opened my eyes I was waiting for some kind of birthday miracle. I just wanted to see her eyes again maybe even her smile, but I could settle for one.

I must have finally given up because the next time I woke up the sun was starting to set and Steve was now sitting in the room.

“How’s it going?” He asked.

“The same as it has been for the last 200 days.”

“Well I know that you didn’t want to do anything for your birthday but I thought it would be nice to do a little something to hopefully bring up your spirits.” He pulled out a box and opened the lid, pulling out one of two cupcakes. He reached out to hand me one of them and I couldn’t help but think about the moment that we met two years ago.

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Bucharest, Romania

March 10, 2015

BUCKY’S POV

Keep your eyes on the ground, hat pulled down low, don’t look suspicious. Be aware but don’t look paranoid. Don’t give anyone a reason to believe that you don’t belong there.

I kept these thoughts as a constant reminder, kept them right at the forefront of my mind. I escaped. I escaped and I’m okay.

I just had to keep moving, I had to find somewhere safe to live, somewhere where no one could find me. Was Bucharest far enough away from them? Could they find me here or do I need to keep moving?

I’m so tired of running. I’m tired. And hungry.

Just keep moving.

Just keep moving...right into someone.

I ran right into someone, the only downside to keeping your head down was that sometimes you couldn’t see who was right in front of you, especially if they’re not looking either. She had been holding something in her hands, a cupcake, I think, and it was now smothered between the two of us.

“Imi pare foarte rau.” (I’m really sorry.) She says first.

“Este bine.” (It’s good.) I didn’t want to make too much of a fuss about it but I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel bad about ruining her pastry. I looked up at her to apologize as well, but couldn’t get the words out when I saw her face. She was beautiful, simple as that, easily someone that I would have dated back when I was normal. And yet at the same time she was somehow familiar which was strange and I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I didn’t want to perceive her as a threat but I could have taken her down if needed. I really didn’t want to though...

“Apartamentul meu e chiar acolo, dacă doriți să curețe.” (My apartment is right there if you want to clean up.) The gesture was nice and under different circumstances I wouldn’t hesitate to take her up on her offer, not only because I was covered in frosting, but because I felt like I wanted to spend more time with her.

When I looked at her, I saw flashes of my past. They weren’t of her, obviously given my age and the fact that she couldn’t be over 25, but she reminded me of that time. How easy it was back then to be attracted to someone, to want to pursue a relationship, to be normal...

“Da te rog.” (Yes please) She shyly smiled back at me and let me follow her back to her apartment. I watched her as we walked and the strange thing I noticed was that she walked exactly the same as I did, eyes to the ground, head down low, trying to make herself as small and as unnoticeable as possible.

I followed her into this building that wasn’t the nicest place in the city but was much nicer than anything I had been staying in since I left them. We walked up flight after flight of stairs, still paying close attention to her and finding it strange that she wasn’t winded at all by the distance we had gone up. Maybe she was used to it? Maybe I’m overthinking everything?

I pushed the thought aside and she unlocked her door letting me into the apartment first. The place was much nicer than the building, she didn't have much but what she did have went together. There were no pictures of anything and no real decorations, just a simple layout, like she hadn’t been there long. I’m overthinking again.

“Do you speak English?” She asked amongst my inspection of her apartment. Her english sounded okay, but the Russian accent was heavy and more alarming than I would have liked.

“Yes.” I replied.

“That’s great. The bathroom is just down the hall, on the right.” She pointed to the hallway to the left of the door where I was standing,

“Thank you.” I quickly disappeared into the restroom, removed my backpack and grabbed a clean shirt to put on. I tried my best to rinse out the dirty shirt and dry it before putting it back in my bag, but it was just going to have to be a little wet. I was about to head out when I looked in the mirror one last time. I took in a deep breath and just reminded myself to remain calm. There was no way that she was HYDRA, they didn’t know where I was. There was no way for them to know.

Eventually I calmed down enough to step outside the restroom and right as I opened the door I saw her coming out of her room, in a new shirt and a bottle of water in her hands, but she seemed a little more nervous now...which made me nervous.

“So, I’m really sorry about the cupcake. The baker down the street had given it to me as a birthday gift.” She said, once again apologizing. She also seemed a lot more shy, having not looked me in the eye since we got into her apartment.

“It’s your birthday?” I asked, surprised.

“Yep.”

“Mine too.” When I said that she finally looked up at me.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“So birthday boy, do you have a name?” She smiled at me but immediately tried to hide it. I just looked at her and I hesitated because I was paranoid and because I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to know my name, but then again HYDRA never called me by my name let alone my nickname.

“Bucky.”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” I tried to come off a little less tense but I think she could definitely tell that I was.

“Nice to meet you too. Can I get you anything? Water, food?”

“A water would be nice.” I was starving but I really didn’t want to impose, especially if she was an innocent bystander like I was trying to convince myself she was.

She made her way over to the kitchen and I absentmindedly followed her, just watching her move again. She was so graceful, there was just this sort of ease about the way she moved, almost mesmerizing. She looked back at me briefly to hand me the bottle of water and then grabbed a plum from a bowl on the counter.  

She took a big bite of the fruit, trying her hardest not to look at me as she thought real hard about something, wrinkles forming on her forehead from the effort. I watched her lips move, the act itself being more mesmerizing than her movements; It was such a strange action from me. Keep my eyes on the ground, head down low, easy steps to follow and yet I couldn’t help but look at her.

I had to distract myself so I opened the bottle of water and nearly chugged the whole thing.

“Can I ask you something?” She said, cutting the thick tension in the room as if she had a knife in her hands.

“Sure.”

“Have we met before? I know it’s a weird question and I don’t want to freak you out, but sometimes I have problems with my memory and I just feel like I have seen you before.”

“I don’t think we have but I’m kind of in the same boat as you. My memory is not in the best shape.”

“Then can I ask something else?”

“Okay.” Now she was making me very nervous. She hesitated before asking her next question, obviously just as nervous to ask.

“Do you know what HYDRA is?” I automatically took a few steps back, wanting to get as far away as I could.

“Who are you?” I asked, every single nerve on high alert and telling me to get away as fast as possible.

“So you do?” She seemed...scared. We couldn’t tear our eyes away from each other, watching each other intently.

“Yes.”

“Can I explain myself?”

“If you try anything, you'll be dead before you know it.”

“I’m a soldier, the very first. I was born on March 10, 1901. My father was in charge of the HYDRA Siberian Facility and he willingly gave me over to be experimented on. I don’t remember much after that, the only thing that keeps running through my head, the only thing that I have never forgotten was putting a bullet in his head. It was August 17, 1963.” She looked upset and I couldn’t help but relax a little at her words. She was like me, she was running from them. And for the first time in a long time I began to trust again.

“You’re a soldier?”

“Yes.”

“I am too. James Buchanan Barnes. I was born March 10, 1917. I fought in World War II with my best friend. I fell off a train and lost my arm. HYDRA found me and made me an arm of metal and then they made me their soldier.”

“I guess we really are in the same boat.” She relaxed too. The tension that had spiked as soon as she mentioned them was gone again and the thing that remained was that feeling from before, the attraction.

“It would appear that way.”

“So why are you in Bucharest?”

“About a year ago I had been on a mission. They sent me after the Avengers and I tried to kill my friend. I don’t want to hurt anyone and I don’t want HYDRA to find me. Anywhere I have gone just didn’t feel right and I was too nervous. Romania is what I thought of, something easy, familiar almost. I just got here but I want to start over really.”

“You can stay here if you want. I know it’s not ideal but I have a pull out couch and you wouldn’t have to pay for anything, at least until you get on your feet. And I’m sure we could help each other.”

“You want to be around someone like me?”

“We’re in the same boat remember?” She smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back, relief washing over both of us in waves. We would be okay.

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God...her smile. It had had a way of lighting up a room. 

I just stared at the cupcake...thinking about her smile. 

Steve had left the room to find a lighter for the candle and I just held the pastry in my hand. 

A vanilla cupcake with white frosting and blue sprinkles. 

Her favorite. 

I laughed, how it was her favorite, I didn’t know. It was the only flavor she had ever tried. 

I don’t know what I was expecting the cupcake to do, but I stared and stared at it hoping it would...do nothing I guess. It’s a cupcake. It wasn’t meant to do anything. 

It made her smile though, so that was something. 

But not now. There was no smile now. Just a cupcake. 

I leaned over, elbows propped up on the side of her bed, my left hand holding up my head and the right holding the cupcake. I stared at the little cake decoration, declaring that it was my 100th birthday. Yippee for me. 

“You better not drop that on me.” I heard, whispered to me. It took me a second to realize what just happened. 

Now...some people would call me crazy for assuming first that it was the cupcake that had said that. Then again lets remember that the only other person who had been in the room had just been in a coma for 6 months and would be unstable and possibly kill us all if awoken from said coma. Also I probably could have allowed myself to leave the hospital every now and then so I wouldn’t go insane but that was a whole other issue. 

But no...it was definitely her who had said it. I don’t know how but she was awake. 

I genuinely smiled for the first time since we put her in a coma, placed the cupcake on the table beside the bed and grabbed her hand in mine. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”  

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STEVE’S POV

I was really hoping that Tony’s plan worked. I told Bucky that I was leaving the room to get a lighter but I was kind of hoping that Y/N would be awake by now.

Tony said that these robots were in the right place and from what he could tell, she would be safe enough to wake up. So that’s what we did. 

We waned her off the coma medication and with the serum burning off most medications quickly, we thought she would be awake already. It took a little longer than we thought though. 

That was this morning, while Bucky was sleeping, and I had bought two cupcakes in the hope that she would be awake already but I guess we just had to give her more time. 

To make Bucky less suspicious of me, I walked back into the room within a reasonable amount of time and looked over at him. He was on the bed with Y/N, arms wrapped around her, his head resting on her chest and she was awake. She was so calm, just running her fingers through his hair. 

“Y/N?” I asked. 

“Hey Steve.”

“You’re awake.”

“Yeah. I’m not really sure about what happened, but he’s not really in the mood to tell me anything. He seems kind of angry.” She pointed at Bucky who had his eyes closed and had a scowl on his face. 

“Come on Bucky...you should be happy right now.” He sat up and glared at me. 

“I should be happy? I was happy and then realized that there was no natural way for her to be awake right now. All three of you perfectly explained that in order to wake her up we had to do some robot thing and something about moving the serum around. I know for a fact that I didn’t approve of that so then she should be asleep right? Not unless all of you lied to me and did it anyway. So I should be happy? I’ll be happy when you tell me that you didn’t do anything stupid, like expirementing on the one person I told you not to!”

“Bucky—” 

“No! I had one request in all of this. I said no experiments! No guessing, no trials and errors! Nothing but answers!”

“We didn’t have the answers! It’s been six months and we couldn’t keep doing this. There’s only so much failure we can handle before it’s time to try something else. I let Tony do this because you needed her to be awake and frankly, so did we.”

“Okay...I’m thoroughly confused now.” We both looked at Y/N, who was just taking in everything we said. 

So we stopped the argument for the meantime and took some time to catch her up on the last six months. She read all of his letters and Bucky seemed to calm down some, which was good. And while we explained everything it gave Tony and Bruce enough time to come to the room and explain the more scientific things, everything about the robots and the serum. 

She seemed to be following okay but I could see that she seemed a little overwhelmed by everything. 

“Why don’t we give the two of you a moment?” I said when the room was quiet. I ushered Tony and Bruce out of the room and we waited to see what Y/N wanted to do next. Everything was up to her at this point. 

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BUCKY’S POV

I was now sitting in the chair beside her bed and staring at the wall because I didn’t want Y/N to think I was mad at her. 

“Bucky…”

“Yeah?”

“Look at me.” I took a deep breath and tried to soften my gaze before looking at her. 

Even after being in a coma for six months, she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. Seeing her smile, even though it wasn’t a full one, made me soften up; I felt my shoulders relax and my face unscrunched from its glare. 

“Hi.” She said. 

“Hey doll.” 

“There he is.” 

“I really missed you.” I felt my eyes start to tear up.

“Come here.” I climbed back on the bed, sitting right beside her as close as possible, and she grabbed my hands, holding them in hers. I just sat there, looking at her hands, feeling her touch again, but not really having anything to say and yet having so much I should say. “Why are you so upset?” 

“I just...I didn’t want them to do anything that could hurt you. And they went ahead and just did this experiment anyway, knowing that I had already said no and was not okay with trying this on you without more research to back it up. God knows, you’ve been experimented on enough and they couldn’t tell me if this was going to work or what the side effects were going to be and I didn’t want you to be in any pain.” I was like a fountain, just spewing everything I was feeling. I needed her to know everything. I needed her to know how badly I had messed up. 

“But I’m not in any pain.” 

“But you were...and everything was so bad and I didn’t know how to help you.” 

“Bucky…” 

“I hurt you. I had to hurt you to stop you. I had to break your arm so the whole building wouldn’t collapse on us. And then they had to put you under and you were gone...you were gone for six months!” I was sobbing by this point. I had pushed everything so far down that I didn’t realize just how hard I was beating myself up over everything that had happened. “They kept talking about the serum and how they didn’t know how it worked, they didn’t know anything other than what HYDRA had written down about the formula. And they said that they thought the best thing would be to activate you. To just straight up activate you and hope that the serum would burn away like it did the first time and yet they couldn’t even confirm that that would happen. So what, then you just do a quick little mission and all is fine? No! They don’t understand what we went through, they don’t understand what those words do to us or what we have to go through afterwards. I couldn’t put you through that, not after everything you’ve been through! All I ever wanted was for everything to be okay. I wanted you to be awake and I wanted us to move here so that everything could be like it was in Bucharest. I wanted you to be happy.” She just stared at me, knowing that I wasn’t done lifting the weight from my shoulders. “There was so much I couldn’t do. I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t stop Antonoff, I couldn’t find the answers to wake you up and I obviously couldn’t keep them from injecting some weird robots into you. I couldn’t do anything to help you.” 

“First of all...all of that is untrue.” She reached out and started to wipe my tears away. “You have helped me more than anyone ever could. You helped bring back all of my memories, you protected me when we left Bucharest, you fought for me when I was activated, but most of all you love me like no one ever has before. There are things that are just out of our control. Antonoff was never going to back down and even though we all knew he outnumbered us you still fought him. With the serum...there’s a lot to still understand and there are reasons that HYDRA never shared or even wrote down the things that were most important to them. And the robots, well I’m not exactly sure about those yet but it sounds like Tony, Bruce and Steve had the right idea. They were thinking of you, thinking about how they were going to get me back to you. So yes we’ve been through a lot, probably more than any one person should ever deserve to go through, but I’m not upset with you or with Steve or Bruce or Tony. What matters to me is that I’m here with you and I’m okay. We can still have that life that we always dreamed of and we’ll figure out a way to permanently fix this serum problem of mine. We just need to take each day a step at a time and we’ll get through this just like we always do.”  

“There’s just—”

“Nope.”

“But I—”

“No.”

“Y/N—”

She pulled me to her and kissed me the way I should have kissed her when I saw that she was awake. 

“This is all I want right now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“I just—you were gone for so long. And I didn’t know what would be the best thing or the worst thing to do. I didn't want to hurt you and I didn’t want to make it worse. I just got so...scared.”

“You don’t have to shoulder this alone anymore. And you definitely don’t need to be scared, when are you going to learn that I’m always going to come back to you?”

“Maybe you should remind me.”

“You just want me to kiss you again.”

“Can you blame me?”

This time I kissed her, moving on the bed to lay down beside her so that I could feel as much of her as I could.

I pushed everything out of my head and just allowed myself to feel normal again, to love the woman that I loved more than anything in the world. It had been six months since I had kissed her, since I had held her, since I had done anything with her resembling the life we once had. It was this moment where the haze had cleared and for the first time in half a year that everything was okay.

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Y/N’S POV

We kissed like two people starved. It was a mixture of, for me, not wanting him to feel bad about everything that had happened to me, for him, not having any real connection to me in six months, and genuine need to be close to one another.

We heard the door open and were cut off when Tony, who had his eyes covered, interrupted us.

“Person coming in! I don’t want to see any body parts that are normally hidden!”

“Tony.” Steve said, slapping his arm and making him look at him who wasn’t hiding his eyes.

“We just wanted to make sure everything was okay now.” Bruce said.

“Yeah everything’s good.” Bucky said to me with a smile on his lips.

“Good, we’re very happy that you’re awake Y/N.” Steve said, smiling at me.

“I am too. But I actually would be a lot happier if I could get some coffee.”

“You and your coffee.” Bucky mocked.

“You’re the one who got me hooked on it.”

“I know.”

“Do you mind?”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

He climbed off the bed and put his shoes back on. I grabbed his hand before he was able to get too far and pulled him back to me one more time, giving him a quick kiss.

“Happy Birthday Bucky.”

“Happy Birthday Y/N.”

He gave me one more kiss before leaving me with the other three guys in the room.

“So I just have a couple of questions to ask before Bucky gets back.”

“Yeah?” Tony asked.

“What are the side effects of using these robot things? Or I guess having the serum so concentrated?”

“We actually don’t know, we weren’t able to test this outside of the lab.” Bruce confirmed my worry.

“I was just asking because...I can’t feel my legs.”

They just looked at me with horror in their eyes and fear that maybe they hadn’t been right in doing this experiment so soon.

And yet the most feared question, the one that was most likely in all of our minds: 

What was I going to tell Bucky?

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Let me know what you think here

PART TWENTY-FIVE

[thethingwewrite]

Choose your side (Masterpost)

Summary: After finding a strange book in her locker at school(Y/N)’s life change in a way she never imagined. She enters into a new world of hunting, witch, monster, and demons. Meet two hunters and realize what her family is hiding. 

Part 1: Witch? 

A/N: Hi Everyone this is the new series I will be working on, it was supposed to be co-written with @secretlyfurrydragon but it didn’t and I want to thank her for helping. As you can see it’s a crossover with Charmed the original series. I had this for a long time so hoop you will enjoy this

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