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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Better Man .

~~~~~~~~~~I wish I could forget, when it was magic~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung x Oc

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

How do you know you’re ready for kids?

Is it after you’re financially stable enough? After you’ve partied enough? Got all the wildness inside you tamed? After you’ve grown sick of the freedom that comes with youth and what it implies ? after you’ve grown tired of empty conversations that lead nowhere? sharing ubers with people you barely like because you’re too drunk to drive? When you just crave the comfort of people you truly love instead of strangers who grind up on you ? Or perhaps when you start preferring silence in the evenings to the thrumming bass in some dingy nightclub?

None of these really.

The truth is you’re never ready.

Hoshi had been planned. Taehyung and I had done our homework, studied everything from my ovulation cycle to the entire catalogue of some expensive breast pump , new in the market . Everything had been researched and planned and perfected : the wood the crib would be made of, the color he wallpaper in the nursery would be and the kind of diapers and wipes we would use.

But it still threw us for a loop....how unpredictable he was.

How unpredictable the pregnancy was.

What I wanted : Home birth. Mid wife . Taehyung by my side holding my hand.

What i got : Preeclampsia, a baby born six weeks early, Taehyung frantic on the phone in the middle of the night as he took his private jet from Japan where he was shooting a commercial. The pain of being induced into a labor that lasted for 16 hours only for my body to give up half way through.

A c section that left a scar and numbness that hadn’t faded even now , after four whole years. three weeks in the NICU....tears and terror after learning that the baby in the incubator right next to Hoshi’s didn’t make it. Aching to hold my son but being forced to stare at him through the glass, wires and tubes wrapped around his tiny torso.

And through it all, Taehyung.

Stronger than I had ever seen him. Calm and collected as he watched me pump milk for our baby, barely managing a few measly drops of it after thirty minutes of trying . His arms around me, holding me up as I tried to fight the sheer agony that came from my stitches, tried to stay conscious for the baby. Watching him carefully pour the milk into a sterile bottle to take down to the NICU .

Falling in love with him, over and over and over again throughout the day as he did everything for me.

Hoshi was loved and cherished , not just because he was an expression of our love for each other.

But a reminder of Taehyung’s love for me.

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“ He’s growing out of all his clothes. I’m going to take him shopping tomorrow.” Taehyung commented, watching Hoshi get on his tippy toes to point out the pastry he wanted from the display case, while a star struck cashier stared at Taehyung .

Taehyung’s body guards were right near the table and while a crowd of people stood outside, none of them came too close. I was used to the attention that came with Taehyung and his celebrity status.

“That’s a good idea. I have a couple of meetings tomorrow regarding the Christmas campaign and I may not be able to make it on the weekedn either. Is it okay if I pick him on monday evening?” I asked, cutting into the blueberry scon on my plate.

“How about I drop him off at your office. Save you the trip.”

I hesitated, before nodding.

“I spoke to the lawyer....she told me the papers should be processed by the end of next month. My company will make a formal announcement from both of us and we’ll say we don’t intend to answer any other media questions.”

I stared at him, watching his face carefully for something different. A sign that would explain what had changed between us because something had. I was sure of it.

“ Why now, Taehyung?” I asked softly.

He held my gaze for a second, eyes warm and honest. Taehyung could hide his emotions well, but his eyes always told the truth.

“Because I’ve strung you along long enough. You deserve to be free.” He said finally.

I swallowed, looking down.

“I ....you didn’t string me along.” I shook my head.

“I think you deserve to be loved right, without the shadow of my failures hanging over you. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life in a limbo because of one wrong choice.”

Wrong choice.

Whose ?

His? When he chose to drink That night?

Or mine? When I chose to walk out?

Or the both of us? For handling the fallout so badly?

I had so many questions but I didn’t say anything.

They were question that had no answers.

“So we move on.” I stared at him intently.

“I will always love you. I will always be there for you.” He smiled, eyes glinting a little.

i watched him, the familiar body. He had been my first. My best. Taehyung’s body was as familiar to me as my own and I wanted to hug him, hold him close and press kisses to his lips again. It wasn’t emotional or even sexual it was just...this urge to let him know that he was loved too. that he was adored. That he would always be loved.

“But, “ he went on, “ yes. Its been two years.... so.... we should move on. Meet other people. ”

“Fall in love again ?” I didn’t mean to sound bitter but my tone certainly was. He gave me a very tired smile and I felt guilt bubble up inside me.

“I’m not going to be that greedy, Mia. I will settle for just feeling a little less alone.” He looked away and my throat closed up.

He stood up, moving to the counter to pay for the treats that Hoshi had chosen.

And that was it.

I watched the small tendrils of warmth, rising up from my coffee, gossamer strips of smoke mingling in the cold air and melting into nothingness.

Here one second gone the next.

Just like my marriage.

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It was a little past seven when I reached my apartment, my phone ringing just as I dropped my coat and unwrapped the scarf from around my neck. I moved quickly to the bedroom, pulling my phone out of my handbag.

I picked the call, switching it to speaker before tossing my phone on the bed.

“Hello?”

“Jang Mi...its Jungkook. You ready?”

I swore, stripping out of my clothes quickly, fumbling with my bra and yanking my panties down.

“I’m just about to shower. Five me ten minutes!”

He didn’t reply and I frowned.

“Jungkook??” i called opening the closet to grab a hairband and shower cap.

“When you say you’re just about to shower...are you actually in the shower?” His voice sounded a little deeper than usual. Weird.

“What?” I was completely confused.

“Like are you naked in-”

Oh Christ.

I rolled my eyes, hanging up quickly. Sleeping with Jungkook, while extremely pleasurable had definitely been a little too much too soon. It made him take too many liberties, ones I wasn’t particularly comfortable giving him yet.

But I liked him.

He was, at the end of the day a nice guy.

A nice guy who had an actual interest in me. Those were rare to come by.

It was another fifteen minutes before I was ready, choosing a plain black jumpsuit in a flowy georgette material. It had nice flowy sleeves and i added gold jewelry at my wrists and earrings, just for a little bling. I stared at the dress at all angles. It definitely hugged my curves right but was also impossibly hard to take off.

So even if I got swayed by his good looks and made bad choices , by the time Jungkook undressed me , i would be able to come to my senses and stop myself from having sex with him again.

Groaning at myself, I grabbed the small black jeweled clutch from inside my dresser, slipping my phone in.

I steered clear of make up, choosing just a deep red lipstick.

The knock on the door came just as i finished slipping into black pumps .

I opened the door , only to have a dozen red roses thrust into my hands.

“Wow.” I whispered, glancing at him. He looked extra handsome, a blood red shirt clinging to his torso, a think black tie knotted at his neck. He gave me a devilish wink, eyes flitting all over me , licking his lips.

i tamped down the urge to back away, reminding myself that I was supposed to be moving on. Even if it wasn’t with Jungkook, he had asked me out on a date and I had agreed. I would enjoy myself tonight.

“Gorgeous. Ready?”

“Let me just put these in water...” I smiled at him, placing the stems into the cut glass decanter on the nearest table. I emptied the small bottle of water nearby into it , bending over to fix the petals when I felt him press right up against me.

Startling, i nearly spilled the water all over the floor, breath catching when his chest met my back . I felt myself trembling a bit because of how warm he felt, even with the inches between us and I could smell him, the subtle cologne that handsome men wear , just to drive women crazy.

The urge to lean into his body was so strong I had to clench my fists. Apparently, my body was very much on board with moving on even if my heart wasn’t. Jungkook made things worse by moaning into my ear, chin resting on my shoulder as he lightly gripped my waist, before reaching over with other hand, plucking one scarlet bloom from the bunch

I swallowed as he wrapped both arms around me in a backhug , holding the bloom up in front of my face.

“Do you like the scent of it?” His lips brushed my ear and I grinned. I hadn’t been flirted with , like this in years. I bent my head to lightly breath in the air near the bloom, enjoying the subtle scent. “It’s lovely.” I said honestly.

He casually broke the stem off, a couple of inches from the where the petals began.

“Turn around for me “ Jungkook whispered in my ear again. I turned around quickly, my lips inches from his, refusing to back away, staring right at him. He smirked, bringing the flower up to the small upknot on the side of my head.

I stayed still as he carefully pulled a single bobby pin out, sticking the stem into my hair before casually using his teeth to pry open the pin again and slotting it into my hair, pinning the flower in place.

Apparently, watching Jungkook pin a rose into my hair was winning brownie points for him in my brain, because my entire body went warm , my heart beating faster.

“I’m scared to ask why you’re so good at this...” I smiled and he raised an eyebrow.

“I have a daughter remember? Its a lot of ribbons and bows and pins.” He grinned.

The idea that Jungkook did his daughter’s hair for her, with ribbons and flowers was so ridiculously endearing I wanted to coo.

“There. Now we match.... A little.” he smiled.

I stared at him, the black tie on his red shirt and the red rose against my black dress.

“Smart. “ I nodded.

“Shall we leave?”

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“I had fun tonight.” Jungkook hesitated .

The night had been so much more fun than I’d anticipated. Jungkook somehow convincing me to party crash someone’s engagement party near the pool with an open bar and ridiculous ninety’s party music. But I’d danced to my heart’s content, my hair coming undone half way through and I was only a little upset that I’d lost the red rose in the middle of people.

“I had a lot of fun too Jungkook’ah..” I smiled, honest .

“We should do this again. Since we never got to actually talk. It was just you getting progressively drunk and dancing like you wanted to pee.” He teased and I pouted.

I reached out and pressed a palm to his face...his skin smooth under my skin and I felt myself swaying just a little, lethargic and a little aroused from the scent of him.

“Wanna get another drink?” And then because I was completely gone and had no filter, “ If you come inside....maybe I’ll let you cum inside. if you know what I mean.....” I drawled, waggling my eyebrows.

Jungkook’s face morphed into one of absolute shock, lips parted and then he laughed so hard he choked, coughing.

“Wow. You are drunk.” He shook his head, looking amused. “ How about this.... I’ll come in and tuck you into bed and if you drink a couple of glasses of water for me, I will not tease you about this tomorrow.” He offered.

I pouted.

“You don’t wanna come inside...?”

“Oh baby , you have no idea how bad I wanna come inside.....but not like this” He brushed the hair off my brow, kissing my forehead...” Ask me again when you’re sober and we’ll work something out. Now let’s get you into bed.”

I groaned as he dragged me into the bedroom.

The moment my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.

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Author’s note : Not me falling in love with the second lead in my own story ugh. He’s gonna get a separate story. I’m gonna write a whole entire fic for CFO! Jungkook , adorable single dad of cute little girl.

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on-maars · 3 years ago

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Wonder

Just a soft lil thing I wrote in one sitting, hope you’ll like it.

Read it on AO3.

The Grant-Nash household is loud. Louder than usual, that is. Conversations flow smoothly, moving from one topic to the next rapidly. That makes Eddie smile. The last few months were quite the challenge, in every way, for everyone.

Whether it be Athena and Bobby’s marriage hanging on by a thread, Maddie suffering from postpartum depression, Karen and Hen getting used to Nia’s absence, it was enough for everyone to feel a bit under pressure, feel overwhelmed, afflicted, weighed down.

And there was also that day. That particular day. Still on Eddie’s mind, all the time. No matter how hard the people surrounding him try to forget about the whole thing.

There seems to be a common agreement between all his colleagues, all his friends. A silent promise everyone made to each other. A pact. That day’s here and it happened but god forbid we dare to acknowledge it.

And Eddie gets it. That day was a living hell. It was traumatic. For him, for Buck, and for Christopher. And don’t get him wrong he doesn’t particularly like to be reminded of that day either, doesn’t particularly like to mention it, let alone talk about it. But sometimes he wishes he could. Sometimes he wishes he had that possibility.

But he doesn’t. He knows he doesn’t.

He tried.

He tried bringing up the topic in the conversations. He tried making a few innuendos here and there, hoping Buck would catch up. He tried being patient, let his friend heal first. In vain. And Eddie knows Buck and him are not really the type to sit down and talk about their feelings, hell good communications skills don’t exactly run in his family either but he knows how to make an effort every now and then. He learned it the hard way. Raising a kid on your own doesn’t exactly give you a choice in the matter.

And yet, Eddie still smiles. Because they’re here now. They’re alive. Celebrating.

Bobby’s here, talking with Michael with hushed voices, David standing a few feet away with Albert, keeping a close watch on the barbecue while glancing at the two of them with what Eddie can only guess is an exasperated expression painted all over his face.

Hen, Karen and Athena are both seated at the table, seemingly engaged in a very lively conversation. Chimney is resting on a nearby chair, a very fast asleep Jee-Yun in his arms, both of them being subject to a series of pictures taken by May.

And then there’s Buck, sprawled on the grass, Christopher, Harry and Denny by his side, all laughing to tears. This brings a smile to Eddie’s lips.

“So I heard my brother wasn’t exactly planning on leaving you guys anytime soon?” Maddie asks next to him. “From what Albert told Chim, he’s got the loft all by himself for at least two months.”

Eddie chuckles and looks down at his hands, his cheeks turning red. There’s an implicit question behind Maddie’s words, an implicit question waiting to be answered. It’s not the first time Eddie has to face these hidden allusions from Maddie and as his eyes are being drawn to Buck once again, he realizes he doesn’t really mind.

“Yeah, he- he’s staying put.” Eddie admits. “After… After everything that happened, I think we all needed to-” He starts, but marks a pause. “Christopher needed him there.”

“Christopher’s the only one who needed him there?” Maddie asks and Eddie’s breath catches in his throat.

He shouldn’t be surprised, though. After all, Eddie hid his true feelings behind his son countless times in the past but it’s the first time he’s actually being confronted about it. It’s easy, hiding himself behind Christopher. It’s comfortable. And it makes him look like a great dad while really his son is just a thousand times braver than he ever will be. That’s not a secret to anyone.

Still, he finds himself saying:

“No.” Maddie looks up at him, smiling softly. “No, I needed him there as well.” Eddie finally admits. “I needed him to stay.” He adds. “I’ll always need him to stay.” He says more specifically, averting his eyes.

“Does he know?” She asks.

“That I want him to stay?” Eddie darts his eyes towards her but only for a second. He looks away just as fast. “Yeah. Yeah I think I made that pretty clear.” He chuckles, thinking back of all the times he had to physically drag Buck away from the front door, making it clear that he’s not “overstaying his welcome” or whatever Buck’s got stuck in his mind.

“No, I mean-” Maddie’s eyes shuttle back and forth on Eddie’s face, as if battling whether to be upfront or leave the conversation hanging. Eventually, she sighs, takes a deep breath and adds, without batting an eye: “Does he know you’re in love with him?”

Eddie blinks a few times, opening his mouth to say something but closing it the next second. There’s no need to deny it – he thinks. Not after this past few months, not after what happened. Not after that day. There’s no need to deny it because his love for Buck, once so quiet, so cautious, so calm, is now so big, so vibrant, Eddie might as well take his heart and put it on a plate for everyone to see.

“I- I’m not sure.” He says and his eyes are drawn to Buck once again. His best-friend is still seated on the grass but this time he's holding his niece in his arms, Christopher is touching her hands very carefully, like he’s afraid she might break. Buck looks up at Eddie and for a few seconds, their eyes meet. Buck has that soft expression on his face, that soft expression only reserved to the two most important people in his life. And Eddie smiles, because how can he not?

“He must know.” He convinces himself out loud. “There’s no way he doesn’t kn-”

“Did you tell him?” Maddie insists. “Did you tell him these exact same words?” She asks. “Did you tell him to his face?”

“No.” Eddie admits.

“Then he doesn’t know.” She says. “Eddie, it doesn’t matter how many signs you throw at him. It doesn’t matter if you think there’s no need to say anything because he’s got to be blind not to see it. It doesn’t matter because at the end of the day it’s Buck we’re talking about, it’s my baby brother and you and I both know he’s not going to let himself believe it until there’s not a single doubt in his mind that this is what’s happening, that you’re in it just as much as he is.”

“I-” Eddie starts but looks down, biting his lower lip. “I know.”

“And unless you tell him to his face that you’re in love with him then-”

“Then, the doubts won’t stop.” Eddie finishes for her, his eyes still fixated on Buck as a small sigh escapes his lips.

“The doubts won’t stop.” Maddie agrees.

“It’s just-” Eddie’s hand fidgets with his keys in his jean’s pocket, nervously. “The way he loves. It’s always so…”

“Loud?” Maddie offers and Eddie huffs out a laugh.

He nods. “Yeah. Loud. And- and carefree. And you know, I- it's a good thing. I mean I’ve always-” He starts, and sighs, closing his eyes fiercely. “It’s a good thing.” He repeats. “But you’d think he has it all figured out.” He says, his eyes catching Buck’s gaze once again. He seems tired. Eddie can see it by the way his lips stretch up at the edges in an effort to smile but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But it’s mostly the dark rings under his eyes that leads Eddie in the right direction. Buck thinks the others can’t see them, he thinks he can conceal them by acting overly excited, overly cheerful, and maybe it goes unnoticed by the others but not to Eddie. Never to Eddie.

“He has a big heart.” Maddie eventually says, following Eddie’s gaze until her own eyes are fixed on her little brother. “People often mistake it for over-confidence.” She adds. “But the truth is that he’s as terrified as you are. Maybe more.” She marks a pause. “Probably more.”

Eddie nods to himself, his smile getting bigger when he sees Buck standing up straight, crossing the few meters separating him from Eddie and Maddie. He lets himself fall on the chair with a heavy thud, raising his eyes towards Eddie, his smile always so soft, always so gentle. Eddie wants to embrace him and kiss him senseless.

“Hey.” Buck’s voice is hesitant. “Huh Chris asked me if he could stay the night here with Harry and Denny. I said yes. I thought- although I guess I- I guess I should maybe have checked with you first, I’m sor-”

“It’s fine.” Eddie smiles.

“You sure? Because I can-”

“Evan.” Eddie cuts in, and the effect is immediate. Like it always is when he uses Buck’s real name. He whirls his head around and looks at him with a mixture of disbelief and confusion in his eyes. Eddie thinks he can see some traces of hope in there, too.

“Didn’t know you had the Evan privileges.” Maddie teases and Buck looks down at his hands with a sheepish smile, blinking a few times like he can’t quite believe it himself.

“Wanna go back home?” Eddie asks. “I’m beat.” He says. It’s a lie. He’s feeling great, and he could probably stay there for a few more hours if he wanted, but that’s not Buck’s case. That’s not Buck’s case and his best-friend is just too damn selfless to say it and would probably be ready to fall asleep on that chair if it meant Eddie was having a good time.

“Oh yeah we can… We can go home.”

They say goodbye to everyone and head out, not before Eddie makes Christopher promise to behave and not give Athena and Bobby too much trouble. He holds him against him for a while, kissing his head and his heart flutters when he sees Buck hugs him just as tight the next second.

When they get to the car, Buck is nervous, his head is resting on the window and his eyes are glancing to Eddie from time to time, his eyebrows squint in concentration, just like when he’s searching the answer to one of Christopher’s math exercise. It’s never a good sign. Eddie knows him well enough to understand that Buck is on the verge of falling into one of these overthinking traps that always seem to be on the lookout for the next opportunity to invade his best-friend’s mind.

The car drive is silent, the atmosphere filled with a sense of irresolution no one dares to question. And Eddie knows all too well that now is probably not the best time to have that conversation, not while driving, not while Buck is in that state. But Maddie’s words are stuck in his head since they left that house and if he doesn’t acknowledge the elephant in the room now, he’s afraid it might take him another two months to have the guts to say it.

“You do know I’m in love with you, right?” He blurts out and Buck whirls his head around so fast Eddie’s afraid he might break his neck. He seems surprised. His eyes are wide open and his mouth is agape, his eyebrows furrowed, his brain probably working too fast for his head to catch up.

“I-” He starts but his voice dies in his throat. “I didn’t- I mean I wasn’t- I wasn’t sure.” Buck stutters, blinking a few times.

“Well, I am.” Eddie says, pretending to be calm about it all while really, his hands hold the wheel so tight his knuckles go white.

“I just-” Buck says, and stays silent for a few seconds to gather his thoughts. “Ever since that day, there were- there were times when I thought that maybe you- But I couldn’t be sure. And you never- you never spoke of it and I-”

“I never spoke of it because you never let me, Buck.” Eddie marks a pause, but speaks again just as fast when he sees the flash of guilt crossing his friend’s eyes. “I don’t blame you.” He reassures him. “I’ve been in your position countless times in the past to know that that day must have been as traumatic for you as it was for me. Maybe even more, I mean I- I was asleep the whole time, after all. You were the one who had to-” Eddie pauses when he sees Buck’s face suddenly contorted with excruciating pain – agony, even – but he pushes through it all the same. “You were the one who had to deal with everything.”

“Eddie, I-”

Eddie bites his lower lip when he sees his best-friend’s eyes already filled with tears.

“Buck, you saved me.” Eddie says, his voice determined.

“No I-” Buck shakes his head. “I let you down.”

“You saved me.” Eddie repeats, with even more vigor. “Evan.” He says. “Look at me.” He adds, glancing at Buck, knowing he now has his full attention. The blue eyes staring back at him are filled with pain, agony, and Eddie knows his friend is back there again, in the streets, watching him bleed to death in front of him.

“I didn’t-” Buck starts and suddenly tears are rolling down his cheeks and his lips are shaking and his shoulders slump alarmingly as ugly sobs start racking his body. He presses his hand through his eyes, as if to hide himself from his best-friend but the noise coming from his mouth is desperate and angry and broken and Eddie doesn’t waste anytime to park his car on the roadside. “You were dead, Eds.”

“Buck.” Eddie breathes. “I wasn’t- you saved me alright?”

“No Eds, you don’t understand, alright? You were dead. You died . In that ambulance. I- I was telling you to hold on but you- you died. For a few seconds Eddie, you- you were dead. You were gone. I thought I had lost you and I couldn’t- I couldn’t-” Another sob racks his body and Eddie wraps his arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer. Buck hides his face on his chest and Eddie holds him close as he cries, his entire body shaking from exhaustion, from all the pressure he contained during this past few months.

“You never told me that.” He eventually says, his own voice shaking.

“Didn’t want to go back there.” Buck answers and his voice is so small Eddie just holds him a little closer, a little tighter, his right hand running through his blonde locks. He presses a small kiss to his head and closes his eyes, letting his forehead rest against his hair. "You were fine and I wanted - I needed - to focus on that."

“I love you.” Eddie tells him. “Buck, how can you think you let me down while you’re literally the only reason I’m sitting in this car next to you? You saved me. You took care of my son. You took care of me . Even when I was being a whiny little shit.” Eddie smiles when a small laugh escapes Buck’s lips. “You did so good. You always do.”

“Wasn’t easy.” Buck teases him but his voice still betrays his true feelings.

“And yet, you stayed.” Eddie reminds him.

“Yeah well…” Buck answers like it’s not a big deal. “Where- where else would I go?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh and presses his lips on Buck’s shoulder when this one buries his face in the crook of his neck, still trying to catch his breath.

“Move in with us.” Eddie finds himself blurting out, causing Buck to sit straight once again, watching him with a bewildered expression on his face. “I mean it.”

“I- what- what about Chris?” Buck asks because of course that’s the first thought that crosses his mind. His son’s well-being.

“What about him?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows raised.

“I don’t- maybe he doesn’t want me there all the time.” Buck starts and frowns when Eddie huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, right.” Eddie answers, unimpressed. “That kid would probably kill me if I ever let you go back to your loft and you know it.” He adds. “He adores you, Buck.”

Buck’s eyes dart towards him, his shy and sheepish smile stretching up his lips.

“What about you? Do you want me there?” Buck asks, hesitant.

“Buck I’m the one who asked.” Eddie says. “You’re practically already living with us anyway. Wouldn’t change a single thing. Except that you- well you definitely wouldn’t sleep in the spare room anymore.”

“But I wouldn’t-”

“Buck, can you please stop finding excuses and say yes already?” Eddie asks, exasperated. He still places his right hand behind his neck though, and looks at him dead in the eye when he says these next few words. “I want you there with us. All the time. Every day.”

“Alright.” Buck eventually says. “I- I’ll stay.” He adds.

“Good.” Eddie smiles, and when Buck’s eyes dart towards his lips for just a second, he doesn’t waste any time and crash their lips together in a gentle, soft kiss, tasting Buck’s tears.

“I- I love you too.” Buck says after a few minutes. “I just- just realized I still haven’t said it back.”

“You didn’t have to.” Eddie answers. “I already knew.”

Buck smiles a bit more, but another serious look crosses his face as he bites his lower lip.

“Thank you.” And Eddie heard these words a thousand times before from Buck’s mouth but in that particular moment, they seem to hold more meaning that he can possibly imagine. “For saying it first.”

Eddie intertwines their fingers together and presses a small kiss on Buck’s knuckles, starting the car.

“Anything for you, Evan.” Eddie says and huffs out a small laugh when he hears Buck’s groan resonating in the car. He puts his indicator on and turns his wheel to follow the road back home, his hand still holding Buck’s fingers.

“I-” Buck starts but seems to hesitate. His gaze is stuck on the road, like he’s afraid to meet Eddie’s eyes when he’s going to say these next few words.

“You what?” Eddie encourages him.

“I like it.” Buck says, keeping his voice low. “When you- when you call me Evan.”

“Oh I know.” Eddie teases him.

“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” He asks him, smiling.

“One hundred percent.” Eddie confirms. “Only way to be sure I’ve got your undivided attention.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Buck exclaims, rolling his eyes at him.

“Maybe later.” Eddie raises his eyebrows in a suggested manner and Buck only scoffs, but Eddie can already see his cheeks turning red.

“Alright alright, eyes on the road, Edmundo .” Buck says playfully and Eddie lets out a laugh. “I love you.” These words seem to slip past Buck’s lips of their own accord.

“Love you more.” Eddie instantly retorts.

“Well I loved you first.” Buck answers.

“Bold assumption you make here, Buckley.”

“Let’s hash that out at home.” Buck tells him, resting his head on the window, his voice tired and his eyes closed.

“Alright.” Eddie answers. “But you and I both know I’m gonna win this round.”

Buck huffs out a laugh and catches Eddie’s hand on the gearshift to intertwine their fingers together, the smile not leaving his face.

“Shut up and drive us home, Diaz.”

“Alright.” Eddie answers, pressing another kiss to Buck’s knuckles. “Let's get you home, Evan.”

#9-1-1 #911 #buddie fic #buddie #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley

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athenagrantnash · 3 years ago

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However respectfully I have to disagree with you. My addition wasn’t purely about making it all about Buck. It was about highlighting the relationship between Bobby and Buck (which IMO further up lifts Bobby). You may see my addition as being all about Buck and I respect that that is your opinion and that you are entitled to it.

But to me the relationship between Bobby and Buck is one of, if not the most important relationship on the whole show. The show as a whole is one of the best examples of found family and no other characters or relationship on the show quite demonstrates nearly as well as the relationship between Bobby and Buck.

Bobby and Buck may not be related through blood or legally through marriage or adoption but they still have a profound and strong father son relationship. Bobby and Buck were both left adrift. For Bobby it was after his children died and for Buck it was because he felt unloved and had never had a steady paternal figure.

(you could also argue he hasn’t had a steady maternal figure because although Maddie filled that role in his child she still left him. I know it wasn’t her fault but nevertheless that still left Buck feeling abandoned. I know this tangent is Buck centric which is probably pissing you off but it think it’s important to note as it speaks to Bucks frame of mind during season 1)

However as we saw from the very first episode Bobby filled in that role. They both helped each other heal. Buck helped Bobby heal by showing him that he can still be a parent and to a certain extent renewed his sense of purpose after the death of his children.

Bobby helped Buck heal by showing him that he cared about Buck outside of him being reckless, he was the first person to give Buck boundaries, he was there to help and support Buck when he fucked up and more importantly called Buck out on his behaviour. You know like a parent does to their child(ren).

Maybe I’m biased because I can relate to the relationship between Bobby and Buck more than any other relationship. My biological father walked out on my mum when he found out she was pregnant and my step dad made it clear to me growing up that most I would ever be is an after thought and that he values his biological children more that he values me.

But I have a wonderful colleague who in the year that we’ve known each other has been more of a dad to me than either of the men in my life who can biologically or legally lay claim to that title. Do you know where I am every Sunday we’re not working? At his house for Sunday dinner. Who did I call at 1 in the morning to pick me up when a date was making me uncomfortable? You guessed it, him. Who did I get a Father’s Day card and present for? Ding ding ding it was him.

So yes, I think the relationship between Bobby and Buck deserves to be honoured as part of part of Father’s Day.

@chestnut-devil I’m responding to your replies to this post this way mostly because I don’t want this conversation to continue on a post that is SUPPOSED to be about Bobby.

And I do appreciate how kind you were in your response, so I shall try to respond in kind... but I also tend to be very snarky/rude (especially when annoyed) so bear with me.

First of all. You said your intention wasn’t to make it about Buck, but to further uplift Bobby by bringing up his relationship with Buck.

But the damn post was ALREADY about Bobby. By bringing in Buck you were shifting the focus from being about Bobby to being about Bobby and Buck! Which means you felt the need to push Bobby from being front and center and share the spotlight!

Also I love how you’re self aware enough that your explanation was almost completely Buck-centric but don’t understand why that annoys those of us who are trying to highlight the importance of Bobby! As his own person! Not in relation to Buck!

I also like how, as much as you say the Bobby and Buck relationship is so important, it’s apparently all about what Bobby can do for Buck. One sentence about “Buck helped Bobby heal” and two paragraphs about digging into Buck’s mental state and how much Bobby helped Buck.

And I’m sorry, but it’s not Buck who helped Bobby heal. It was the entire fire fam, and most importantly it was Athena and May and Harry. And frankly, it was May and Harry who showed Bobby “that he can still be a parent”, NOT Buck! Because Buck is not Bobby’s kid! He’s Bobby’s mentee! It’s an incredibly important distinction that people do not seem to understand!

So you are overplaying Buck’s role in Bobby’s story just so you can make an argument that it’s as much about what Buck can do for Bobby as it is vise versa. And I know that is not how you really truly meant it, but as an argument for why you should be able to make my post about Bobby into a post about Bobby and Buck... it’s rather weak.

Second, as to this part: “you could also argue he hasn’t had a steady maternal figure because although Maddie filled that role in his child she still left him. I know it wasn’t her fault but nevertheless that still left Buck feeling abandoned.”

Can you please stop with the argument that “Maddie left him”??? It’s becoming increasingly uncomfortable that Maddie’s years of abuse is being made all about Buck! (just like it’s increasingly obnoxious that any post about Bobby has to be made all about Buck). @maddieandchimney explains it much better than I can here, but a few bullet points:

1) Maddie is his sister, not his mom. She had every right to leave the house and go off on her own. The fact that Buck has issues with that specifically shows that he has the emotional maturity of a child! And the fact that so much of the fandom thinks Maddie didn’t have the right to leave makes it even more ridiculous

2) If you know it’s not her fault, why do you (and Buck stans in general) keep bringing it up? Especially since Buck took her truck and her money and left her the second he could. When Maddie left Buck, he just didn’t have someone paying attention to him. When Buck left Maddie, she almost got beaten to death!

Third, as to your personal story I am genuinely glad that you have a father-figure after your dad and step-dad were so awful to you. But how about you don’t project that onto Buck and Bobby, and detract away from Bobby so that you can make it about both of them.

I have a personal story too, but while any parallels I might draw between the relationship between Bobby and Buck and the relationship between me and my own mentor/guide/father figure/teacher/however you want to describe it, I’m not going to use it as proof of a fanon concept or to disprove a fanon concept. Because my father figure is not Bobby. I am not Buck. The two relationships are different.

And again, I have no problem if you make a post about Bobby being a father to Buck. I might even reblog it, because I enjoy the fanon as much as anybody (for the most part). And on any other occasion, I might not have minded the addition to my post.

But because of the context (which I do not blame you for not being aware of) it very much rubbed me the wrong way to take a post that was supposed to be putting Bobby in the spotlight and use it to force him to share the spotlight with Buck.

That happens way too often in this fandom, as exemplified by the context behind my original post, and for once! Just once!!! I wanted a post about Bobby to stay about Bobby!

#t'nara rants #911 #911 fox #911 on fox

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tarlosbuddie · 4 years ago

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Summary: Buck and Eddie are hosting the 126 monthly dinner at their house. The whole team and their kids are here.

Or the one where Buddie and Tarlos are friends and have lots of kids.

This is also part of my collaboration with the amazing @harvestleaves

Word Count: 2477

Chapter : 2/2 (part one)

Tags: Established relationship, Kid fic, domestic fluff, crossover, future fic

Relationship: Buddie and Tarlos

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From his spot in the kitchen, Buck can already hear the voices of the first five guests, the Strand-Reyes. Bella runs to say hi to both men, and Matias is sitting on the couch next to Andrea before his dads can even take their coats off. Baby Luis is asleep in Carlos’ arms.

“He’s growing so fast”, Eddie says while opening his arms to take the one-year-old so TK and Carlos can finally make themselves comfortable. “Be careful, he’s going to be a teenager before either one of you can blink an eye,” he adds and tilts his head towards his oldest.

“I can’t believe we are the first ones to arrive,” TK says and takes a look at the living room. Half of the guests have yet to arrive and the room is already full of the best kind of noises; their kids laughter. “Do you want me to take him back?” he asked Eddie but it looks like uncle Eddie has no desire of giving him his son back.

“No, I got him” he replies and sniffs the top of the kid’s head, full of black and curly hair.

“What are you cooking us, Buck?” the youngest firefighter asks, the head already bending toward the pot.”

“Something great” Buck’s husband answers for him, and the three other men smile at Eddie.

“Eddie has secretly decided to turn tonight’s dinner into a cooking competition between our husbands, TK”. Buck explains and all smiles grew wider.

“I never said it was a secret”, Eddie jokes.

“Well, if someone wants me to compete I should probably get my hands in that kitchen, then?” Carlos adds. He kisses the top of his baby’s head, who is still sleeping soundly in Eddie’s arms, and moves next to Buck. “What can I do, Bucky?” he asks while winking at Christopher, the only person Buck allows to call him with that nickname.

“The main course is almost done, I also tried to make pão de queijo with the recipe you gave me, but it doesn’t smell as good as yours” Buck confesses.

“It smells great, man” the younger man reassures him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “What if I work on making the bottles?” Carlos offers. “You feed us and the small ones, I feed the smallest ones.”

“Deal” Buck accepts.

“Isn’t it cheating?” TK jokes. He’s enjoying the scene though, Carlos is rolling his sleeves, and opening his bag and the kitchen cupboard to get what he needs. The two of them spend so much time at the Diaz’s that none of them have to ask where things are. Even before they had kids, they all enjoyed spending time together.

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Buck still had four hours left in his shift when Eddie heard the pounding on the door. Even if Buck had forgotten his keys, he wouldn’t be back so soon. Not without calling him to warn him first. Eddie brushed his bed hair back and out of his face and walked to the door. He was expecting a delivery guy - since his fiance was ordering new furniture for the baby’s future room every time he read an article saying that kids might need this kind of thing. What the firefighter was not expecting was to open his door to find TK, soaking wet, shaking. Before asking why he was there, the older man took him by the arm to bring him inside and rushed to the bathroom to get him a towel. His dark hair was half-covered by his hoodie, but TK was still pretty wet.

“You wanna tell me what you’re doing in my living room, looking like a wet golden retriever?” he asked kindly.

“When did you know?” TK asked. His voice was shaking and he was out of breath. Eddie waited for the rest of the question in order to respond. “When did you realize Buck was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?”

“Not soon enough” Eddie half-joked. “But if you ran under the pouring rain to ask me that - it’s because you already know Carlos is the one for you” he continued, knowing that that’s where the conversation was going. “You want to propose to that boy, right?”

“I’m madly in love him, Eddie” TK replied. “I love him so so much.”

“So why are you in my place and not at yours with your gorgeous boyfriend?”

“I’m scared” TK admitted, drying his face with the towel and using this as an excuse not to look at his friend.

“You’re afraid he will say no?” the older man assumed “Carlos loves you, I have no doubt about it.”

“I’m afraid he will say yes” TK replied and his voice started cracking.

“I don’t get it” Eddie said while turning his back on him a few seconds to set the coffee pot.

“What if I’m not enough? Carlos deserves so much better.” TK’s words almost broke Eddie’s heart. One of the many things TK and Buck have in common is that they both are hard on themselves. Eddie always considered himself lucky to have a friend like TK, who’s kind, strong and will stop at nothing to help the people who need him. Carlos and him are a perfect match, everyone who spends more than five minutes with them can notice that. “My dad loved my mom, and they still got a divorce” the youngest added.

“You’re not your dad TK. You are an amazing man. You have so much to offer, and if you don’t already know it, Carlos sure does” pressing a warm cup of coffee in his friend’s hand. Eddie told him about something he knew for a while “The first time we had dinner together, at the Ryder’s, Grace asked Buck and I if we planned on getting married.”

“I remember that” TK spoke but his voice was still unsure.

“What you don’t know is that I knew by then I was gonna marry Buck someday. And you know what I already knew too?” He didn’t wait for TK’s response since the young man seemed confused. “I knew you two were going to be together forever too. I could see it in the way you two looked at each other.”

“You seem so sure” the Strand boy said, a little less shaking thanks to the hot cup in his hands.

“I’m marrying Buck in three weeks, this is how I’m sure about all of it. And I’m also sure that you didn’t need me to tell you this to know you belong with Carlos” he took his own cup and pointed his other hand to the couch to invite TK to sit with him.

Thanking him for his help, the young man left his untouched coffee on the table and run back to his car. The rain had stopped and the sky was clearer, just like TK’s mind. He knew what he wanted, but he knew it long before he knocked on the Diaz’s door. He just needed a push.

And if one year later Eddie didn’t mention it in his toast at their wedding, it was because he was not the reason behind the proposal. TK and Carlos did this on their own, they built their relationship step by step and learned to trust each, to rely on each other. Relationships take work, effort, especially after Alex broke TK so much he almost did not make it. Carlos was his light in the dark. His conversation only helped him see something he already knew deep in his bone.

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Eddie and TK are sitting on this same couch, admiring both their husbands in the kitchen. As much as Eddie was proud that TK trusted him enough to knock on his door years ago, he takes no credit for them getting engaged, and then married, he knows that they didn’t need him. The kind of love Carlos and TK have for each other is too strong for them to ignore it.

When he left the 118 to go to Austin, Eddie was afraid he would never feel a bond as strong ever again, but the Strands have a special power, they make everyone feel at home. They are still in contact with Bobby, Hen, and Chim, especially since the latest married Maddie a few years ago. When Eddie met Chim, he liked the guy immediately, but he never imagined he would be the uncle of his and Maddie’s daughters.

Owen knocks at the door so loudly his son knows it’s him before anyone had the chance to open. He smiles at the house owners and they both gesture the door so he can welcome his dad himself. Not wanting Eddie to move with the sleeping Luis in his arms, TK happily opens the door and neither Owen nor Zoey are surprised to see him instead of the Diaz. TK hugged both his dad and his step-mom before letting them in.

“Is Grace breastfeeding Mary or should I get a bottle of formula ready for her?” Carlos asks Buck before seeing the new guest in the kitchen with them.

“I think she’s still breastfeeding” Buck tries to remember the last dinner but it was a month ago and he knows how fast things go with babies.

“So, three bottles it is.”

“I brought my own bottle, thanks” Owen jokes and put the wine bottle on the counter before hugging his son in law. Owen is on his third marriage, but he knows Carlos is the one and only for TK. His son loves his husband so much that Owen doesn’t even want to imagine the possibility that he could one day lose him. They deserve to grow old together and to have everything Owen didn’t find with his two previous marriages, unconditional love, and understanding. He’s glad Zoey fits well in their little family. She gets along with TK, Carlos, and the kids.

As if he senses his grandfather’s presence, the youngest Strand-Reyes is awake and screaming, soon comforted by Papa Strand.

The Ryders arrive a few minutes later, followed by Michelle, Mateo, Marjan, Paul, and his girlfriend. It’s the second time he brought Irene to a dinner with the rest of the crew and everyone knows it means things are getting serious for him to introduce her to his fire family. Now that everyone is here, they all can move from the couch to the tables. Of course, as they suspected, Bella keeps moving around and decides to finally stop running when her grandpa offers to let her sit on his lap if she stays still for the rest of the dinner.

TK tries his best not to tease Buck about his pão de queijo because he will never love it as much as he loves Carlos’ but it may have something to do with the fact that he has the memory of his husband showing their oldest son how to cook it.

Marjan and Mateo excuse themselves early. They love their family, but they are the only singles of the crew and they are planning on going out after dinner to grab a few drinks and blow off some steam by dancing at the bar. Paul and Irene left soon after them because she has an early shift in the morning but she will make up for it by helping Paul host the next dinner at his house.

When it’s time for the dessert to be served, Andrea takes her hostess role very seriously and helps Eddie serve the carrot cake she made with Buck. They bake the same cake every time they are in charge of the monthly dinner, but kids really love it and they always eat the leftovers for breakfast the next morning. After all this time, Buck still doesn’t know how much food to make for a group of people of this size, so he always cooks too much food. He usually gives away the leftovers but keeps the cake to feed his own army.

TK is trying to eat while rocking Luis back to sleep. Carlos offers to help by doing something he loves to do even though there’s a decent chance people might laugh at them. He places a gentle arm around his husband to bring him closer to him and feeds him cake like he’s feeding a small child. They did it at the wedding reception, feeding each other a part of the huge wedding cake and Carlos still enjoys doing it. He loves that it makes TK smiles while chomping on a piece of dessert. This guy has a sweet tooth and they’re both glad their kids haven’t inherited this trait or they would have trouble putting them to bed from the sugar rush. When he’s done eating, TK is as sleepy as his son is, and he lets his heavy head fall on Carlos’ shoulder.

Grace is feeding her seven-month-old daughter. And Owen has flashbacks of when TK was that small. Sometimes, it still feels like it was yesterday. Mary Ryder is not even the youngest member of the extended 126 family. The newest additions to the family are in their dads’ protective arms. Roberto is the sweetest kid, he barely cries, but his sister Annabeth cries enough for the two, especially when she’s not next to her twin brother. Getting these two to sleep on different cribs is impossible. Eddie is holding her in one arm, while Buck has both arms wrapped around his boy like he’s trying to shield him from any kind of danger that might come his way. They are 4 asleep babies at the table, but when a loud snore comes out, all heads turn towards TK. Carlos is blushing because he knows for sure everyone’s assumption is right.

Judd is one of the only people with both free hands, so he jumps off his chair and starts collecting plates to bring them to the kitchen sink. Christopher follows him and gets ready to do the dishes.

“I’d like to help, but” Eddie starts and points to his baby girl.

“Let me” Owen says and Eddie already knows the captain is not offering to clean, so he surrenders and gives him the baby. She slightly starts to move but Owen rocks her slowly and she’s fully back to sleep. Papa Strand magic works on every single baby.

With that, Eddie moves to his kitchen, to help Judd and Christopher. Judd might not be as familiar as the Strand-Reyes in this house, but just like at the firehouse, they all take turns doing the dishes after a family dinner. They never questioned it, not even the first time Carlos and Eddie hopped in the kitchen with Grace to clean everything and to exchange secrets while the others were playing poker. Poker turned into board games, but the feelings are the same. They’re family.

#tarlos #Buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #tk strand #carlos reyes #owen strand #judd ryder #grace ryder #this is stupid #but I wanted to write it #so here it is #EmilieLoves911 #my stuff

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signsofsam · 4 years ago

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9-1-1 Week, Day Five: Your Light, It Follows Me in Darkness

“Daddy says sometimes crying is the only thing that helps,” Chris says, patting Buck’s arm. “I can give you a hug, if you want? Daddy also says I give special, cry-helping hugs.”

And oh god, something twists in Eddie’s heart as Buck nods, sniffling as Chris’ arms squeeze around the man’s broad shoulders, his small hand rubbing Buck’s back, just like his dad does when he isn’t feeling well. Chris figures it always makes him feel better, and he wants Buck to feel better, too, so he also whispers his dad’s magic words: “You’re gonna be okay, kid. Just cry it out; I’ll be here when you need me.”

Prompt: “It’s okay, you can cry” + comfort

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Continuation of Day 3′s story

Title is from Like a River Runs by Bleachers, though I have the Sia version of the song in my head.

Translations according to Google Translate (if it’s wrong, let me know and I’ll fix!)

Deja de ser un cobarde-Stop being a coward

Consíguelo-Get it together.

Eddie hangs out in the hallway outside Buck’s hospital room for longer than he should, pacing back and forth, just trying to figure out what exactly he’s supposed to say to his highschool boyfriend that isn’t blabbing out “I still love you.” They’ve both grown up, changed, and Eddie has some major baggage in the form of a son and a dead ex-wife and Buck...well, Buck’s been gone for seven years.

So yeah, they’ve both changed, and maybe they’ve grown apart? They’ve probably grown apart, because they're different people than they were in high school, right?

But all Eddie can think about is how his heart started hammering in his chest when he saw Buck’s Jeep in the ditch, memories creeping into his head, of spending the summers after his sophomore and junior year in that Jeep, cruising around town and finding new spots to make out, heady nights where he and Buck used the back to figure out where the limits between making out and going all the way blurred. Memories of Buck driving him to school, kissing sweetly in the parking lot, of Buck handing him his baseball stuff in the spring, and of one epic fight the night after graduation, when Buck told him he was leaving.

And then Eddie left, too, signed up for the Army to do something with his life.

Then came Shannon, and then Chris, and both of them trying to make their hasty marriage and small family work until it didn’t and Eddie ran away, back to Afghanistan.

And then came the incident in the desert that earned him his Silver Star, a medical discharge, a few scars, a roaring case of PTSD, and his wife abandoning him and their disabled child.

But, for all her faults, Shannon leaving (and her death a few months later) was the kick in the butt he needed to piece his life back together. He got himself into therapy, took Abuela’s offer for a place to stay and help with Chris, and found his way back to Bobby.He’d become a firefighter, and he was pretty damn good at his job. He made a life he was mostly proud of back in LA.

But still no Buck, until last night, that fateful night.

Maybe it’s a sign?

If only he would walk into the hospital room and see.

“Deja de ser un cobarde,” he mutters, hands sliding through his hair, tightening in it in frustration. “Consíguelo, Edmundo.”

Finally, after another deep breath in and out to calm his nerves before they get the better of him yet again, he steps into the room. Buck’s asleep, and all the build-up Eddie’s gone through to get to this point now feels a little ridiculous, but Bobby smiles at him, stuffing a bookmark in the book he was reading. “He’s still sleeping off all the drugs from surgery and his concussion, so he’s been in and out all day.”

“How is he?”

“It’s gonna be a long road, but the doc’s pretty hopeful he’ll make a full recovery. You want to sit with him?” When Eddie blinks, frowning, Bobby stands. “I need to take a walk and get some coffee and call Athena anyway; you’d really be doing me a favor.”

“Only if I’m not disturbing you.” He sinks into the chair, and Bobby smiles at him again, glancing back at Buck. “Do I-if he wakes?”

“He can have the ice chips. It’s taking him a few minutes to really figure out where he is, so just give him a little time.” Bobby pats Buck’s shoulder, keeping away from the cast, and then squeezes Eddie’s shoulder as he turns to leave. “I’m really glad you’re here, Eddie. He’s going to be really glad you’re here.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

And then Bobby leaves, and it’s just Eddie and Buck, and Eddie...he can’t sit here and wait.

The silence is overwhelming.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing here, Buck. We-we’ve been apart a long time, and there were so many days that I just wanted to call, to talk to you. I wanted to call you when Shannon told me she was pregnant, and when Chris...he has cerebral palsy, but Buck? He’s this amazing little human that came from some part of me that is just good and wholesome and he thinks the entire world is his sandbox and I love him for it. He’s a godsend, he really is.”

And from there, it gets easier. Eddie talks about his parents, about the struggle to keep Chris, to make them see that he could be a good parent, about how Abuela was a saint and how he’d finally found something he loved nearly as much as he loved being a soldier. He gets so lost in the mindless babble that he jumps when Buck whispers, “you’re here.”

He’s blinking owlishly at Eddie, and Eddie smiles at him, gently carding his fingers through Buck’s hair. “Hey, you.”

“I...I left you. I….I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to think about that right now, Buck. You’re hurt; you just need to think about getting better.”

“But you...you aren’t going? You’ll...you’ll be here.”

“Yeah, Buck, I’ll be here.”

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“So...so you knew Buck in high school?”

“You know how daddy likes boys and girls?” Chris nods, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at his dad. They’re making their slow way down the hallway of the hospital. “Well, in high school I really liked Buck, but he was also my best friend.”

“But I’ve never met him?”

“We haven’t spoken in awhile. He had things he had to do, on his own. But that doesn’t mean that he’s not an important person to me. And I want you to meet him because he’s pretty amazing.”

“Did you love him before you loved Mommy?”

“I was a teenager, so I don’t know if it was exactly love, but...yes, he was the person I cared about most before I met your mom, before you came along to take that crown.” Chris grins up at him, before focusing on his walking; the best thing about LA is the amount of highly qualified therapists that he’s found for Chris, ensuring his son has the best advantages for learning to cope with his disability. Walking with the help of his crutches was one of the many things they’d been working on, and though sometimes he wobbled just a bit, his son was an absolute champ who insisted that he could do it by himself, he could walk on his own, he didn’t need anyone’s help up Abuela’s not-so-steep front porch step. I got it, Dad seems to be his favorite words at the moment.

God, Eddie loves his kid more than words could express.

They get to Buck’s room and the door is open, and Eddie can hear Bobby and Buck talking inside, though it may be edging closer to an argument. He knocks on the door, and both of them jump; they’re both clearly irritated, and Buck’s eyes seem to be brimming in tears. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, but-”

“I need to take a walk anyway,” Bobby cuts in, pushing himself out of his seat. After a moment, he reaches out to squeeze Buck’s forearm. “Just think about it, okay? That’s all I ask.” He smiles wearily at Eddie as he takes off.

“I don’t have to stay if-”

“No, please, I don’t want to be alone right now. I just...it’s been a long time, and I’ve changed, and everyone else has changed, and I don’t know if Bobby and I can find our way back after everything.”

“Well, I have someone for you to meet, if you’re feeling up to it?” Buck tilts his head, eyebrow arching, curiosity outweighing the sadness for the moment. Eddie smiles as he helps Chris shuffle into the room; Buck’s watching his son with wonder, like he hadn’t quite believed when Eddie told him. “So, Buck, meet Chris. Chris, meet my good friend, Buck.”

“You said he was your best friend, Dad,” Chris corrects him, as he motions for his dad to pick him up. Eddie waits for Buck’s nod before he hauls his son onto the bed, taking Chris’ crutches and setting them at the side. “And if you’re Dad’s best friend, then we have to be friends too, Bucky.” He offers his hand out to Buck, and Eddie can see Buck’s lip wobble as he takes Chris’ small hand as gently as he can, shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you, Buck.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, too, Christopher. Your dad’s told me a lot about you these past few days.”

And dang, seeing his son with...whatever Buck is, his friend? his former lover? his first love? (friend. Eddie is sure that Buck is still his friend.) brings Eddie such joy, his past and his present colliding and maybe (hopefully) molding his future with both of them, together. Chris is talking softly, taking Buck’s whole attention, so Eddie steps out to quickly grab Chris a juice and track down a red jello for Buck. It’s maybe five or six minutes, but when he steps back through the doorway, Buck’s got tears streaming down his face, shaky breaths coming out, and his son, his beautiful, amazing, wonderful son, is talking.

“It’s okay, you can cry. Daddy says sometimes crying is the only thing that helps,” Chris says, patting Buck’s arm. “I can give you a hug, if you want? Daddy also says I give special, cry-helping hugs.”

He steps back out of the doorway, giving them a few moments in this moment for them together, until he hears Chris say something, too soft for Eddie to understand, but it makes Buck laugh.

That’s perfect timing.

Buck smiles brightly at him, still a bit red-eyed. “Thank you for coming. And thank you for bringing him, Eddie. I...I really appreciate it.” He turns his smile to Chris. “I appreciate you. I was feeling a little down in the dumps, and you made it all better. You really do give special, cry-helping hugs. You’re like a real-life Superman.”

It takes time; their problems don’t just get solved in a day, a week, even a month, despite Chris’ cry-helping hugs that he gives out frequently. There’s a rough night about two months after the hospital when Buck shows up, saying he needs his Superman, and Eddie lets him in with no comment, and let’s Buck help with Chris’ nighttime routine, and watches as Chris squeezes Buck tight just before he goes to bed. They themselves has an argument three months in, about high school, and why Buck left, and why didn’t you fucking come back? Eddie shouts as Buck leaves, following it up with a snappy that’s right; run away from all the people who care about you once again! They fight, and make up, and Buck builds his life in LA once again. He’s looking into college classes, or maybe even the fire academy (“Bobby told me he’s proud of me no matter what; I haven’t had anyone tell me they were proud of my life decisions since I was eighteen,” Buck tells Eddie one late night, well after Chris has gone to bed and they’re both nursing a single beer).

It’s six months later, when they’re out at the park and Buck and Eddie are still dancing around each other in the flirty will they, won’t they dance they’ve been doing for months, Chris will roll his eyes and mutter, “why don’t you just kiss already?”

They’ll both blush, but Buck’s eyes will be glittering with amusement as he answers, “well, not only do you have the best cry-helping hugs, but you also have all the bright ideas, Superman,” and pulls Eddie into a second first kiss.

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thewondersofsmut · 5 years ago

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Friendly Rivalry

Request/s: Dean x reader. For a hunt they have to go undercover as a couple, they accidentally get married. – @writingkeepsmewhole AND Hey ! Can you a dean one where y/n and dean are rivals and that one hunt brings them closer and making them think that the other is not bad as they thought and them becoming friends and then lovers. i love your works. Waiting for it... – Anon

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, talk of past pain

Word Count: 3890

Author’s Note: Hope this hits the spots in the requests! Feedback is always appreciated. Requests are open, mostly Dean and Damon, I’ma try to do some Sam (maybe).

Gif Credits

“D’ya hear about the Winchesters taking out two vampire nests in a week?” “Yeah, but (y/l/n) took out five wendigos—five! They don’t even come out like that!” You smirked as you heard the stories of the Dean-(y/n) Rivalry floating about, these hunters didn’t even know you were there. “Seem to be a fan favorite.” Jo smirked as she passed you a glass of bourbon. “I think—“

Before you can reply, the bell by the door rang and, “Speak of the devil.” You mumbled to yourself as the Winchesters entered coming straight to the bar. “Hey Jo.” The shorter one mused and then turning to your direction. You smiled straightly, tilting your head to the side. “Oh! Who do we have here...” He started, his green eyes seemingly sparkling.

“Nice to see you again, Dean.” You said, voice challenging and then you looked up to the taller, much nicer Winchester. “Always glad to see you, Sam.” You sweetly said, smiling up to him before your gaze went back to the elder Winchester. “How ‘bout we leave these two love birds to figure out their differences?” Jo asked Sam, throwing a wink at you, the younger brother chuckled and nodded, following Jo.

“What brought you to these parts?” You asked, swirling your glass. Dean looked you up and down. It all started when he saw you at Bobby Singer’s garage, changing the oil under your car. You slid out and he smirked at you. That was the start of yours and his friendly rivalry—the so called who’s the better hunter. “Great job on the nests.” You mumbled when he didn’t answer you.

“And you with the wendigos, you gotta tell me what’s up with that hunt, I’m sure it wasn’t a coincidence.” He said. You shook your head with a wince. He looked at you, concerned. “You okay there, kid?” He asked and you grinned. “Better than ever.” You answered. “To answer you, we’re here to ask for help.” He said. You knitted your eyebrows.

“The Winchesters,” You snickered. “Need help?” You leaned back to your seat, his leathery gun powder scent evading your thoughts. “This isn’t the best look for our rivalry, now is it, Dean.” You joked. “Plus, you haven’t exactly worked with me, how do you know I’m not a nut job?” You added. “I trust the stories.” He said, raising an eyebrow at you. “Trust is a strong word—“ “So is the tension between you two.” Ellen said, rather loudly to cut you both off, the sound of beer bottles hitting the wood.

“Who would we rather ask for help in this full bar of hunters? The great (y/n) (y/l/n) or Bob, Henry, and Jack over in the corner there.” He snickered. You rolled your eyes. “Well let me know what we’re dealing with, gotta grab something from my car.” You declared and hopped off your seat.

You went to your car and re-patch yourself up, the cut feeling worse than yesterday. “That doesn’t look good.” You heard and jumped, hitting your head on the trunk making you groan, reaching to rub your head. Almost falling back, Dean was quick on his feet and reached out his arms, catching your back and carrying you on his arms.

He laid you on top of the hood and peeled off your bandage. “(Y/n), this is a nasty cut.” Dean scrunched his face. “Sweetheart, how are you even walking around?” He stammered. “It’s nothing, Dean, had it worse.” You maintained composure, lifting up your shirt to reveal your cut that stretched from one end of the stomach to the other. You smiled, pursing your lips, he bit his lip and you seemed to stare at those plush pink lips. “I’m fine, give me a day or two, patch it up real good and I’ll help you kick some ass.” You winked and he knitted his eyebrows.

Dean brought you to the room Ellen let you sleep in and Sam immediately tended to your wounds. “How did you do it, (y/n)?” Sam asked, looking down your leg. “I have this—weapon, I’ve had it since I was a child.” You said. You said, pulling the said weapon from your waistband. “Don’t ever let it out of my sight.” You whispered as you saw the glimmer in the knife.

“My parents made it, forged it, carved symbols on it, and when those pesky demons came to my home when I was 5, it worked, it killed ‘em,” You said, twirling it around. “I figured, if this thing can kill demons, it should be able to kill anything.” You said. You groaned as the alcohol hit your skin, the cool and stinging feeling left you wishing you asked for help to deal with those wendigos. “Why on earth would you go alone, (y/n).” Sam said, scrunching his face.

“I didn’t.” You said, sighing, looking down at your hands. Dean breathed, his face hit with realization. “I knew what I was up against but it wasn’t enough.” You said, feeling tears prick the sides of your eyes. “Hey sweetheart,” Dean placed a finger below your chin and lifted, allowing you to look into his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.” He said. You sadly smiled.

“So tell me what you need help with?” You winced when you moved up the bed.

“You look lovely, (y/n).” Sam said, offering a small smile. “Thank you.” You said. “Ready, sweetheart—“ Dean’s breath was cut short when he saw your form, black long dress, he could only go so far as imagining. “I got us invitations so we’ll be able to get in.” Sam cleared his throat, raising said envelopes.

You three entered without a hitch. “And how do we know which one’s the witch?” Dean asked. You looked up, a girl, the prettiest curls you’ve ever seen. You watched your own lips part before she walked away. “I think I know.” You gushed, your voice breathy.

“There are too many people here, Sam.” You said and he nodded. “We have to get her alone.” Dean agreed. “I don’t think thats too hard.” You whispered, following her. “Are you okay, (y/n)?” Dean asked, looking at you. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be.” You said knitting your eyebrows, turning to him.

You three followed her into the upstairs. “You know we’re going to have to escape without being noticed.” Sam huffed. The two huge doors closed and you gasped, looking forwards to see the witch smirking as she tilted her head to the side.

All hell broke loose.

“It’s a witch bitch, alright.” You spat, sighing as wiped the blood from your mouth. Dean swung at the witch, her strength no match for the three of you. “Dean!” You screamed as you threw the gun at him. You punched her and she fell back. “(Y/n)!” Sam yelled and you threw one of the hex bags at him for him to burn.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you were thrown across the room, the witch lifting the brothers up in the air. “Son of a bitch!” Dean screamed, coming at her and the witch threw him right beside you, flat on the wall. “Fiat tibi duo non tenetur ex caritate in finem matrimonii atque, si tu non solum mortem non dimittet vos pars!” You felt your left hand burn, your fingers tingling. You couldn’t look down with the force that the witch had on you.

“Get the fuck away from my brother and (y/n)!” Sam screamed and shot the witch with special bullets. She fell to the ground with a sinister laugh as the life faded from her eyes. You and Dean dropped from the wall, landing on the floor with a thud. Your breathing was staggered and Dean grunted, kneeling up.

You three made it back to the motel with no deaths, apart from the witch, and hell lot of cuts and wounds. You sighed and splashed your face with water. You looked in the mirror as you rubbed your eyes, a shining glimmer caught your eye through the mirror. You knitted your eyebrows and tried to remove the ring. It wouldn’t budge, even when you forced it too.

“Uh, Sam, Dean?” You started and bumped into Dean, groaning, rubbing your cheek that hit his cheek.

“I have never had a ring.” You said, putting up your hand that revealed a wedding band. “Uh, I think the witch cursed you two.” Sam said, realization hitting his face. Your eyes quickly travelled to Dean’s left hand where a wedding band was situated in his ring finger. You raised your eyebrows and your mouth hung. “The spell—“ You started.

“Since you two are technically under a spell, it’s safe to say I should be the one to grab the grimoire.” Sam insisted, standing up. “Sam, you’re hurt.” Dean scolded and you worriedly looked at him, nodding. “No, you two may or may not be in serious trouble but you guys are married now.” Sam said, his eyes scanning your fingers, a small smile lingering on his lips. “Bite me.” He said through gritted teeth. Sam smirked, raising an eyebrow. “She will…” He said and you blushed.

You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling Dean’s eyes on you. “I can feel you stare at me, Dean.” You mumbled, your eyes closing. “You were pretty great out there.” He said. You turned to him. “You weren’t too bad yourself.” You replied, feeling heat rise up your cheeks. “Never thought I’d be married before I fall in love.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself. “You’ve had a boyfriend before.” He stated. You smirked. “Keyword, had. This line of work doesn’t really allow for more than that.” You said.

“You never know.”

“Okay, so the whole spell is let you two be bound by marriage and if you don’t end up in love, only death will let you part.” Sam read. “And is there a way we can break it?” You asked. Dean raised an eyebrow. “Are you that repulsed by me?” Dean asked. “No—Dean, we aren’t exactly in love, we can die…” You said. “And I’m pretty sure we have a time limit, Sam?” You turned to the younger Winchester.

Sam let out a breath. “7 days.” You closed your eyes and Dean pursed his lips, nodding along. “So either we have 7 days to fall in love or 7 days to die.” Dean emphasized. “Or we can totally look for another spell to destroy it.” You countered. “Does it say there, Sam?” You asked. “Maybe Bobby will help us understand.” He said. “Let’s get going then!” You commanded and everyone got their stuff and loaded on Baby.

“Well, let me get this straight then,” Bobby started. “You,” He pointed at you. “And this idjit,” He pointed at Dean. “Are married because of a spell.” He finished. “It was an accident.” You muttered. “Well, as far as I’ve read this grimoire this is a soul connection and if I’m being honest, unless we find the oldest witch we can, we can’t break the spell.” Bobby apologised, looking at you then Dean. “We gotta go for the lesser evil, I guess.” You sighed to yourself. “You really sure there’s no way to find out?” Dean asked. “Well, let me look it up in my witch spell encyclopedia,” Bobby sarcastically looked at Dean. “Oh, wait, there’s none.” He rolled his eyes at the elder Winchester.

You stood up and sipped beer, walking outside and looking at the junkyard. Dean walked to you, leaning against the doorframe. “You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you nodded your head. You found yourself fiddling with your ring, your thumb running over the band. The hairs on the back of your neck stood as you felt his arms wrapped around you, leaving you with goosebumps on your arms.

“You know we can’t pretend to be in love.” You stated. “Who said anything about pretending.” He cautioned. You chuckled, making Dean smile. He sighed and let go of you. You whined at the loss of heat. “When Bobby introduced this amazing hunter he’s helping, he pointed me towards a ’69 Camaro,” He smirked, reminiscing that day. “Oh yeah?” You asked, looking up at him. “Hmm, I was like well this dude’s got a nice ride and you must’ve heard me cuz you slid out from change the oil and I stopped, dead in my tracks, when I saw you.” He recalled.

“You asked me who I was and I just stared at you and you laughed,” He chuckled. “Is this your way to ease into the ‘How To Make A Girl Fall In Love in 7 Days’.” You joked. His smile got smaller. “In my end, I started to fall when you wiped that oil on your cheek and reached your hand out. If you looked at me, really well, you would’ve seen it.” He said, turning and heading back inside. You closed your eyes and sighed. “Well, there goes one day.”

You walked back inside the house and grabbed another beer. “Any luck?” You asked, looking at Bobby. “I’m sorry, kid, there’s nothing I have that can help you.” The poor man sighed and slumped on his seat. “Bobby, I’m scared.” You whispered, looking up at him, the boys were probably upstairs. “I know, kiddo, Trevor was supposed to be your way out.” He replied. You closed your eyes, feeling pang in your heart. “Maybe I was never meant to leave the life, up until I die.” You said and stood up. “I’m gunna take a drive.” You said.

“I’ll come with.” You heard and looked towards the stairs, your husband looking at you with hopeful eyes. You gave him a nod and walked out.

Dean hopped unto the passenger side and you watched how fluidly his body moved. “I can feel you stare.” He teased. You felt your cheeks heat up. “Sorry.” You started driving, feeling the air flow through your hair. “What do you think of me, sweetheart?” He asked. You looked at him from the edge of your eyes, you breathed. “An amazing hunter, perfect, boyish, god—I can go on.” You gushed. “Pull over.” He demanded. You looked at him and knitted your eyebrows. “What,” “Please, (y/n), just pull over.”

You parked the car onto the side of the road with a hilt. “Dean, what’s wrong?” You asked. The minutes felt like seconds and his hand was on the back of your neck, the other cupping your cheek, and his lips against yours. After the initial shock, glad that he didn’t stop, you kissed him back, dormant feelings getting ignited. You moved from your seat and straddled him, your arms moving behind him as you two kissed.

“Sweetheart,” Dean panted when you pulled away. “You’re the one who’s perfect, you’re amazing.” He whispered, pecking your lips.

“Hey sweetheart, want to head out to the bar?” Dean asked, sitting from the bed. “Uh, I’d love to but we’ve got tons of research to do—“ “Go, (y/n), I’ll handle this, I’ll call Bobby when I need to.” Sam reassured, throwing a smirk towards his brother. “You sure, Sam—“ “Yes, (y/n), just go.” Sam cut you off again. You scratched the top of your head and went to the bathroom to change and clean up.

Dean leaned against baby. “You miss yours?” Dean asked when you eyed his car. “Hell yeah, but she’s in better hands at Bobby’s.” You mumbled. Dean opened the door for you, not missing the chance to check you out. A mile out from the motel, you looked out into the open, fiddling with your hands. “Is—is this a date?” You asked. You saw him smirk. “If you want it to be?” He asked back, giving you a boyish grin.

He parked at the bar and you entered, it was the same as any bar you’ve been too, yet, this one felt new and entirely different, in a good way. You two sat down, ordered some snacks and went straight to the hard liquor. “Well, unofficially Mrs. Winchester, how are you really feeling?” He asked, leaning forwards. “Aside from utter fear, I think I’m falling.” You said, truthfully, feeling the sting of whiskey coming down your throat. He chuckled.

“We got 3 days left.” He recounted. “Man, dying from a witch’s spell wasn’t the way to go.” He said. “Damn right.” You agreed, munching on some fries. “Sweetheart, I think ending up with you, would be the best thing that can happen to me right now.” He said, grabbing your hands and caressing the tops. “This life, Dean, we can’t cheat it, once we’ve fallen for each other, there’s really no turning back, that kind of pain is hard to forget.” You mumbled.

“That day at Bobby’s, god, was I a fool for letting you slip out of my hold, but I didn’t want you to think that all I was looking for was a hookup on call.” You confessed. His eyes slightly widened and he laughed. “I’d never think of you that way. If it makes ya feel better, I was on the same boat on you on that one, sweetheart.”

“D’you wanna head out?” You asked, eyes tinkling. “Read my mind.” He smirked, standing up.

He lightly pushed you against the Impala, the cold metal giving you goosebumps, your hands were tangled amongst his short dirty blonde hair, your tongues mingling, the taste of whisky hitting you differently. You moaned against his mouth as he battled for dominance, he nibbled on your lower lip and gave a tug. He wrapped his arms around your back, one hand lowering towards your ass, cupping and squeezing.

You moved your hand in between your bodies and felt the bulge that was growing underneath his pants. He groaned, lowering his head, his teeth grazed you shoulders, moving up to your neck, sucking a mark that soon turned purple. “Fuck, (y/n), can’t get enough of you sweetheart.” He muttered, moving up to kiss you. You hummed your approval, unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulled your body from the car and opened the door, pushing you in and ntil your back was pressed against the leather, fog grew quickly. Dean tugged on your shirt and you lifted your back, allowing him to pull your shirt above your head. You continued to unbuttoned his plaid and pushed them off his shoulders and lifted his shirt, feeling his toned muscles.

He then started on your jeans, pulling them off your legs and you fiddled with his jeans. “Dean, need you now, need you fast.” You were beyond aroused and needed the friction which he gladly gave, his hard and throbbing member rubbing against your core. You two were stripped down until your skins rubbing against each other. He moved his hand down your body, feeling your soft skin under his calloused fingers until he reached his destination.

His fingers slid through your folds, feeling your slickness. You closed your eyes, moaning, breathing a ‘yes’ followed with profanities just as a finger entered you. Slowly coming in and out you, pulling moans you didn’t think you could make. “Fuck, Dean, I need more than that.” You said through gritted teeth. “I know, babygirl, I just can’t help myself.” He replied. “You’re so fucking tight, perfect pussy all for me.” He muttered, kissing your collar.

He grasped his cock, pumping it, moving it along your pussy. “Dean, plea—“ You gasped as he entered you in one swift movement. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Cat got your tongue, babygirl?” You bit your lower lip, keeping in your laughter. Before you can reply, he lifted his hips, slamming into you once again. “Oh you feel so fucking good.” He groaned.

His hips thrusted in and out of you, your skins slapping against each other. “Fuck, (y/n).” He cursed. The air felt thick, it certainly smelled like sex as he fucked you hard and fast. “Yes, Dean, fuck—“ You gasped, feeling yourself uncoil. “Gunna come,” Your eyes were closed, your voice strained as your abdomen tightened. “I know, sweetheart, I’m close too.” He grunted. He fucked you steadily until his hips faltered, the car shaking with his movements.

“Fuck, (y/n),” He moaned, your pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. “God, I love you.” He whispered. Your body tensed and he opened his eyes, looking directly into yours. His eyes full of sincerity and love. Your breathing staggered and you closed your eyes, coming hard around him. “Dean!” You gasped, your body shaking. “I love you too.” You breathed, your heart pounding against your chest as it tightened, tears threatening to spill.

“I love you too.” You whispered, smiling wide. He continued to fuck you and soon after, his cock twitch, coming inside of you.

He pulled you against his chest, slick skins, slight sheen of sweat glistening with the streetlight. He ran his hand through your locks, your back shivering, still coming down from your high. “Fuck, I wished I made a move sooner than later.” He whispered. “Dean,” “It wasn’t hard to fall for you. Every time I hear the stories about this hunt or that hunt that (y/n) (y/l/n) did, how she did this or that. I always smirk to myself saying that, I either grow some balls and ask her to a hunt, even once but,” “But now we’re together and married nonetheless.” You said, smiling, leaning up to kiss him.

“When Jo found out we knew each other, God did she sell you to me.” You chuckled, making him chuckle as well. “I’ve known you, word travels and a lot are about the Winchester brothers how people think you, Sam, and I would make the best band of hunters.” You said. “And every time I’d catch you, I wish sometimes I reeled you in. Quite a fish you are.” You said, drawing circles on his arm. “Don’t they say, there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yes, but I wanted you to be my fish.” You said, almost possessively.

“Well, I’m your fish alright and you’re my fish.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “I do, I really do love you.” He whispered and lifted your head towards him with his finger. You melted into the kiss, getting drowned in him once again.

“Well, you two idjits aren’t dead.” Bobby commented on the 7th day of the spell as he leaned against his desk. You raised your eyebrows at the older man, shrugging with pursed lips. You heard him sigh. “You can’t cheat a spell so it means you two are—“ “In love.” Dean finished, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You two know damn well everyone’s gunna be up your asses, (y/l/n) and Winchesters.” Bobby said. “Bobby, either they run away from fear or want our heads on the end of the stick.” Sam snickered.

“You, boy,” Bobby continued, looking at Dean. “You take care of (y/n).” He said. “Bobby, you aren’t dying yet.” You quipped. “And I’m the closest thing you have to a father.” He lightly snapped. “Touché.” You “You boys are family to me, but (y/n), I took care of her before she can hold a gun.” He said, glancing at you. “All I’m saying is, don’t give the old man a hard time.” He said. Dean smirked. “I promise, Bobby.” Dean said, looking at you with a smile you knew that mean happiness.

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spn-ficfanatic · 6 years ago

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F*ck Cancer- Ch 5: The Point Of It All

SERIES MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE - CHAPTER FOUR - CHAPTER SIX

Summary: It’s the big day, and with Sam keen to follow tradition and keep you out of his sight Dean and Bobby are left to help you get ready.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader*, Bobby x Platonic!Reader *For the Dean ladies/lads: it may not be romantic between him and the reader, but it’s a very close brotherly/sisterly relationship and I still think y’all will really enjoy it :)

Words: 2422

Warnings: None for this chapter!

A/N: Sorry for the delay guys, life got in the way!

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��Hi Bobby, How’s things?” “Well well well, if it isn’t the little idgit! Long time no hear! Nice to learn you’re still kickin’.” “Yer, well, about that…” “Everything ok pumpkin?” “No not- *deep breath* not really Uncle Bobby. A lot’s happened. There’s some good news and some bad news and I’m not really sure which to tell you first.” “Good news first.” “Well, I’m gonna need you to get your fed suit out and give it a good shake. You’ll be needing it next week when you walk me down the aisle.” “YOU WHAT NOW?!”

You woke up remembering it was your wedding day, so things were already starting off on a good note. You opened your eyes groggily and looked outside, seeing the branches in the nearby tree swaying in the light breeze. You smiled, excited for what the day would bring. Bobby had arrived the night before, and Dean had made most of the arrangements for you strangely. You never picked him for the wedding-planning-type but he seemed to have a plan and was excited about it, so you didn’t want to harsh his buzz. You promised him you would steer clear of the backyard until it was time to walk down the aisle, and he’d even gone to the trouble of blocking out the windows with aluminium foil.

Sitting up you stretched your arms and yawned widely. You’d slept soundly, despite the fact Sam had not joined you. He was a traditionalist it would seem, and opted to spend the night at a motel down the street to avoid seeing you before the wedding. You gave a small chuckle at the idea, which felt moot given you’d been up speaking with him until midnight, and you could see he’d already texted you this morning. You reached over and lifted your phone to your eyes to read it.

“Can’t wait to see you walking toward me,” you mumbled aloud as you read, unable to help but grin like a school-girl with a crush. This was certainly more than that though, and while this whole thing had started off under unusual circumstances you had never been happier.

A small knock at your bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts, and you checked your top to make sure you were decent.

“Uh, yer, come in,” you called out, pushing your hair behind your ears. Bobby walked in with a cup of coffee and you smiled broadly.

“Aww Bobby, you brought me sustenance,” you beamed, taking the cup greedily before taking a big sip.

“Well, figured you could probably use it. Considering you were up so late,” he grumbled, taking a sip of his own drink.

“You… you heard me?” you asked him with wide eyes.

“You wouldn’t stop giggling,” he told you flatly, and your face flushed red with embarrassment. He chuckled and sat down on the bed by your feet, patting your knee affectionately. “I’m just kidding. I mean, you were. But it’s sweet, you two remind me so much of Karen and myself in the beginning.”

You smiled and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “From what I hear, if we’re even half as happy as you two were I’ll still be the happiest I’ve been in my entire life.”

He smiled back, and patted your knee again before standing up.

“OK, so Dean tells me that you need to get into the shower and get dressed. The marriage guy-”

“Celebrant.”

“Yer whatever. He’ll be here at around 10 and then we’ll be walking you down to Sam about 15 minutes later.”

“Alrighty then, guess I better have a shower and get ready,” you sighed, pulling back the sheets and making a move to stand. Putting a leg on the ground you frowned when it felt a little shaky, but keen to get moving you simply brushed it off as nerves.

Bobby was already halfway out your door when he heard a thump behind him, and he was alarmed to turn around and find you on the ground.

“Jesus girl, are you ok?” he cried, rushing over and kneeling down to face you. You looked at him shocked, your eyes filling with tears that quickly spilled over your lashes. “What? What is it?” he asked.

“I- I can’t- m-my legs…” you sputtered, and Bobby’s eyes went wide.

“Dean!” he called out, putting his arms under your shoulders to lift you back onto the bed. Heavy footsteps were racing down the hall and he appeared at your door, and you knew the look on his face the second you saw it.

He came into that room thinking you were dead.

“Christ old man, what the hell?!” he shouted back, not bothering to hide the fear in his voice.

“She tried to get out of bed and she fell to the floor,” he told him, and Dean’s eyes widened further. You had told him and Sam what the doctor had told you about your condition, and how it would worsen over the final weeks of your life. Specifically the part about how you would lose the ability to walk.

“Tell me you tripped,” he begging you, and when you shook your head with a sob he ran his hand through his hair. Licking his lips he came toward you with wild determination in his eyes.

“No no no, you’ll be ok. You just woke up, they’re probably just sleepin’ right?”

You shrugged. “I can feel them ok, they’re shakey though. I’m not sure I can put weight on them.”

He leaned in closer to you, patting his shoulder. “Wrap your arm around me. We’ll try and walk it off ok? I’ll help, I promise I won’t let you go.”

You nodded tentatively, and did as he asked. Lifting you up he had to bend slightly so that your feet still touched the ground. You took a deep breath, and as Dean put his first foot forward you did the same. You felt the strength underneath you fail, and Dean took your weight as your legs collapsed under you. You cried out in frustration.

“It’s ok kiddo,” Bobby told you from the sidelines. “Just give it some time.”

With Dean’s help you walked to the bathroom, practically dragged at first but thankfully shuffling yourself by the time you got there. You look at the shower, then averted your gaze to the bath in resignation.

“Dean, I think we need to call Sam,” you told him sadly.

“Nuh uh,” he replied, shaking his head. “He wants to do the stupid ‘no seeing the bride before the wedding’ thing and I’m not taking that away from him.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yer ok, I don’t want to either. But how will I…”

“God gave me eyelids for a reason kid,” Dean told you, sitting you down on the nearby seat before turning the taps to fill the bath. “We’ll put some bubbles in there, give you a towel; I won’t see a thing.”

“You’re- you’re going to help me?” you asked him incredulously.

“Well, I could ask Mr Grumpy Pants if you’d prefe-”

“NO!” you replied, simultaneously with Bobby himself.

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The bath wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as you expected. You had washed your hair the night before so all he needed to do was make sure you didn’t slip down and drown yourself, thankfully not an issue as it turned out. Conversation was light despite the events of the previous hour, and when Bobby called out to say some men had arrived you figured that was your cue to finish.

“Who’s he talking about?” you asked Dean as he helped you out of the water.

Dean shrugged. “Some of the guys from work are giving me a hand setting up, it’s no biggie. Now, how’s the legs?”

You gave them a small shake, and were grateful to find they were much better than before.

“Still wobbly, I can walk but I’m still not sure I can carry the weight myself,” you admitted, and he nodded with a frown.

“OK, let’s get you to your room. I’ll lay your stuff out and you just take it one step at a time ok? Get yourself in a bra and underwear at least and I’m sure Bobby can help from there.”

“Do you think he’d prefer a red lacey number?” you asked with a wink, and laughed at his reaction.

“God I hope you’re talking about Sammy. Then again, I still don’t want to hear it,” he scolded at your terrible joke, and soon enough you were alone in your room left to your own devices. You put on your underwear first before your phone started buzzing, and you gulped when you noticed Sam was ringing. For the 6th time that morning.

Shit.

“Hey hun,” you greeted him cheerily, only to pull the phone away from your ear as he let loose. “OK, calm down, everything’s fine.”

“Why the hell isn’t anyone answering their phones?” he demanded. “I’m sitting in the car about to head your way, I thought-”

He didn’t finish the sentence when his voice broke, and you were instantly reminded of Dean’s face when he stormed into your room earlier that morning. You felt a lump form in your throat.

“I’m sorry Sam, I really am. I was in the shower, Bobby was sticking nearby in case I needed anything. And Dean is busy outside... I’m not really sure what he’s doing.”

He sighed in relief, and you could practically hear him run his hand through his hair. “You’re ok then?”

You pulled the phone way for a moment, closing your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down enough to be believable.

“Everything’s fine, I swear,” you told him, with the happiest voice you could muster.

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The rest of the morning went by in a blur. You could hear men’s voices out in the yard and the curiosity was killing you quicker than the cancer, but you didn’t want to upset Dean any more than you had by spoiling it. Thankfully your ability to walk was returning slowly. You were able to shuffle about by holding onto things as you went, otherwise Bobby would jump in to offer you his hand.

“Guess we’ll be shopping for a walking frame when all this is over,” you tried to joke, sitting on the couch opposite Bobby with a cup of tea. He failed to see the funny side though and just looked at you with a frown.

“I don’t want to kill the mood or anything,” he started, “but Dean looked pretty determined to prove this wasn’t happening. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

You sighed, and started playing with a loose thread on a nearby blanket.

“This is kind of signaling the end,’ you told him, and he looked to the ground with a small nod. “My doctor told me when my legs started to go, things would happen pretty quickly from there. I thought it would be weeks before this happened though, it's taken us a little by surprise.”

You fell silent then, giving Bobby however much time he needed. He was a gruff old man, not one for showing his emotions, so he surprised you when he came over and sat down next to you. Taking your hand, he looked into your eyes and you saw the pain he was feeling.

“Pumpkin, I just wanna say… well, thank you. For letting me do this for you and Sam today.”

“Is it kinda weird for you?” you tried to joke. “I mean, he’s like your son and I’m like your daughter…”

“No ‘like’ about it darlin, you ARE my kid. Botha ya,” he corrected you firmly, and your vision blurred a little with unshed tears. “But you were never brother and sister. I could see it from a mile away, I’m surprised it took you this long actually.”

“Yer well, nothing like a bout of cancer to remind you what’s important in life,” you replied dryly, grateful when he chuckled quietly. He rested his hand on your knee and you rested yours on top, looking into his eyes and returning the grin he gave you.

“I know it won’t be long. But I hope you two have the happiest goddamn marriage that ever was,” he told you, and you quickly pulled him in for a hug so he wouldn’t see your tears fall.

“Thank you for everything Uncle Bobby.”

You sat with him like that for at least 5 minutes, and only parted when you heard the small sound of Dean clearing his throat. You pulled away to see him standing in the hallway, looking at you with concern.

“Everything good here?” he asked.

“All good things,” you smiled in response as you wiped your cheeks, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, Sammy’s here and so’s the marriage guy-”

“Celebrant,” you correct him with an eye roll.

“Whatever.”

You looked at Bobby who let out a laugh as he stood, offering you his elbow. “You ready darlin’?”

“Sure am,” you grinned, standing with his help and holding on tightly. Dean started walking back when you whistled at him. He turned back and as you held out your hand he looked at you confused.

“I have two arms dummy,” you told him, wiggling your fingers. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

He looked between you and Bobby, who was just smirking at him. You had already told Bobby about your plan and he was greatly enjoying the confusion on Dean’s face.

“What are you…?”

“What? You think Bobby’s the only one who has been my family throughout my life? Times like her wedding, a girl needs her big brother by her side.”

Dean just stared at you, his eyes misting over. He tried to talk but his voice caught, and he cleared his throat. “What, what abou-”

“I spoke to Sam earlier, he wants this too,” you assured him, wiggling your fingers again. “Only if you want to of course.”

He scoffed, and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. He came toward you slowly, finding his place beside you before looping your hand into the crook of this elbow. He leaned down and placed his mouth by your ear.

“Love you kiddo,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your temple before standing up straight.

“I know,” you replied with a wry grin, and as he shook his head with a chuckle the two men half carried you to the back door, and to the man you were going to marry.

CONT.

SERIES MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE - CHAPTER FOUR - CHAPTER SIX

MY MASTERLIST

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zelalecki · 6 years ago

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Always: The Pilot

A/N: Hello everyone! It has been a long time. But you know, life happens and what not. I didn’t think I would ever finish this series. But I was looking through my old google docs and found the last part of this series. And then I re-read the other parts of Always, and fell in love with the story all over again and decided to post what I have with what was supposed to be the last installment. It’s a little rough and kind of not finished but I liked how it ended. Anyway, I know it’s been a long time. But I hope you guys enjoy anyway. I’ll most likely reblog the other parts just so it’s updated.

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Original Female Character

Summary: Bobby finds a little girl during a hunt and didn’t have the heart to let her go, so he decides to raise her as his own. Sam is instantly enchanted by little Eva, and vice versa. The series follows the two as they grow up together in the hunting world.

Warnings: John might be a little OOC and some details of the show may have been altered to fit the story.

"Dean? You scared the crap out of me!"

Dean let's out a laugh. "That's 'cause you're out of practice."

Sam grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Dean's back and flips, making Sam on top of Dean.

"Or not." Dean groans.

Sam taps his brother twice where he's holding him.

"Get off of me."

Sam rolls to his feet and pulls Dean up.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer." The older brother joked.

Dean puts his hands on Sam's shoulders, shakes once, and let's go.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asks again.

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"

A blonde woman enters the room and flips the light on. "Sam?"

Sam and Dean turn their heads in unison.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Dean looks at her appreciatively.

Jess looks at Sam with a surprised look, "Wait, your brother Dean?"

Jess smiles as Sam nods. Dean grins at her and moves closer.

"Oh, I love the Smurfs." He starts as he takes in her clothing. Or Lack there of. "You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

"Just let me put something on." She says shyly.

Jess turns to go. Deans' voice stops her. "No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously".

Dean goes back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Jess. Sam watches him, his expression stony.

"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No." Sam goes over to Jess and puts an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay." Dean turns to look at them both straight on. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean ducks his head and looks back up. And clears his throat. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Suddenly, a body steps out from the shadows of the dark apartment. Being distracted by Dean, Sam failed to notice that there was another person in the room.

Sam's breath is caught in his throat as he realizes who it is.

"Evie?!" He gasps.

Eva smiles and shyly puts a stray hair behind her ear. "Hiya, Mammy. It's been a while."

Sam swallows. Dean coming to him for help was a surprise, but more importantly, he knew that Eva wouldn't have come if it wasn't an emergency.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." Sam says, never taking his eyes off of Eva.

Eva, knowing that the brothers needed a moment to talk, tore her eyes off of Sam and to the blonde woman next to him. "Uhm, can you show me where the kitchen is? I'd like a glass of water."

Jess first looked at Sam, but his eyes were still fixed on Eva.

"Sure. Yeah. Follow me." She said with a smile.

Eva chewed at her lip as she studied the blonde who was currently fixing her a glass of water. Eva couldn't help but think that this woman, the woman that Sam has been with for the past 2 years, was the complete opposite of her. Jess was tall and slender, whereas, constant diner food and her genetics, left Eva on the curvier side and barely reached 5'4. Jess had cute hair that had a perfect natural curl, most likely from the extra time she had for it. Eva, not only did she not have enough time to even shampoo her hair, couldn't even afford extra hair products, which left her with a frizzy mess of waves. The blood and guts of the supernatural probably didn't help either.

"You don't have to worry, ya know." The other woman said, interrupting her thoughts. "Sam's still in love with you." Jess told her as she handed over the glass of water.

Eva's eyes shot to Jess's. "What?" She asked shocked at what she said.

Jess smiled. "It's Evie? Right?"

Eva looked back down at the glass "Eva, actually. Sam's the only one that calls me that."

"Right. Of course, Eva. I'm Jess. It's nice to finally meet you." Jess said as she stuck out her hand.

Eva looked at it confusingly. She figured Sam would have gotten a girlfriend eventually. It's not a thought that she particularly enjoyed thinking about. But Eva knew he wanted the full apple pie life. Wife, kids, and a white picket fence. The whole nine. What she didn't expect was to meet the girl, and she really didn't expect to be shaking hands with her.

Nonetheless, Eva took her hand.

"Finally?" Eva asked.

Jess let out a small giggle. "Sam talks about you all the time! It's nice to put a face to the name."

Jess noticed the peculiar look on Eva's face. "You look confused."

"I just- I didn't think Sam would’ve talked about me." In all honesty, Eva didn't know what to think. Of course, they didn't end in bad terms. It was the complete opposite. Their last night together was a bittersweet moment. It was obviously filled with the heaviness of goodbye, but it was more importantly filled with the love of their first time together and excitement of his new future, despite her not being able to be in it. Being a part of the past he was trying to escape from, she didn't think she would have been mentioned at all.

Jess gave her a pointed look. "You know, Sam and I were friends before we became what we are now. Actually, I was the one who asked him out." She laughed .."and he shot me down."

Jess continued with her story when Eva stayed silent.

"Throughout our friendship, I got to know him more, and of course, that just made me want him more. And I didn't exactly hide it. "

"I promise, there's a point to this." Jess added as she saw the scowl that appeared on Eva's face. Eva just took a deep breath and motioned for her to finish the story.

"One night, we went out drinking with our friends. I was able to get Sam alone, and with a lot of liquid courage running through my veins, I decided I would make a fool of myself one more time.

So I said, 'Look, Sam. I know, you know, I like you. I promise I won't bring this up again if you tell me why you won't go out with me’ .You know what he said to me?"

Eva shook her head.

"He said, it wouldn't be fair. When I asked him what that meant, it took a while for him to respond. I think he was debating about telling me about you or not. But eventually he explained. He said that, if we were to be anything, he wouldn't be able to give everything, and that isn't fair to me. He told me 'I gave my heart to someone long ago, so it isn't mine to give. Jess, you're a wonderful person, and you deserve someone who can give you what I can’t."

Eva let out a small laugh, "That sounds like Sam." Always thinking of the others before himself.

"Right?!" Jess agreed and laughed with her before she continued.

"Any normal girl probably would have taken his word for it, and would have fled for the hills. I mean, who would want to be with a guy who was in love with someone else. But for some reason, what he said made me fall for him more. Trusting me with that small truth about him, made me see how caring and how loyal this guy is. And I thought to myself, a part of Sam is better than no Sam.

So I told him, 'I am a grown woman. I get to decide what I deserve and don't deserve. And I'm okay with what you can give me. I bet, what I get from whatever relationship we have, is more than what some other people have in certain marriages. I understand what you're saying Sam and this my choice'. And so began our weird relationship."

"My point Eva," Jess paused until Eva locked eyes with her, "is that, Sam never looked at me the way he looked at you just now. And that is how I know he still loves you. Because I've waited 2 years to see that look on his face."

Eva took a deep breathe in and let it out slowly as she digested what Jess told her. "I think this would have been easier if you were a bitch."

Jess laughed and Eva laughed along with her.

All in all, she felt more confused because she no longer felt jealous toward Jess. If anything, all she felt was gratitude. Thankful that Sam was able to find someone to love him despite his baggage. So Eva said the only thing she could. "Thank you, Jess."

She smiled, "You're welcome."

Just then, Sam walked in. His eyes shot to Eva first but then to Jess. "Uh, Jess, we need to talk."

Eva looked back at Jess and gave her a hug. “It was nice meeting you, Jess.”

“Yeah. You too.” she replied, returning the hug.

Jess followed Sam into their bedroom. "So, how long will you be gone?" She asked sitting down on the bed as Sam placed one of his overnight bags on it.

Sam started to throw random articles of clothing in it. "I don't know."

"Will you be back for your interview?"

Sam sighed, “I don’t know.”

Jess stayed quiet as Sam finished packing his bag. Once he was done, he sat on the bed with his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was out. He was doing great. He had friends, he was ace-ing his classes. Just when he let himself believe that this could work.

A hand on his shoulder made him jump, interrupting his thoughts. His eyes met Jess’s. What could he say to her? She sacrificed so much choosing to be with him, even when he couldn’t give in return. He opened his mouth to apologize, but she interrupted him with a shake of her head.

“It’s okay, Sam. I’ll be here if you decide to come back.” If, not when, Sam noted.

She grabbed his hand and placed something in it. Sam looked and recognized the small little stuffed dog. Evie had given it to him after their last night together, saying that he’s going to need protection. He smiled at the memory.

He looked at Jess again, and he could see the forgiveness in her eyes. He leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss, “Thank you. For everything.”

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Destiel Trope Collection 2018 Day 11 | Domestic AU

Order of Protection | @pherryt Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 96,231 Main Tags/Warnings: Kid!fic, CPS, Established Destiel, Dean and Cas take in a couple of kids, foster kids, A+ Parenting, angst and fluff, grieving, off screen minor character deaths, funeral, fighting, running away Summary: Dean and Cas wanted children. They’d considered using surrogates, but finally chose to try adoption. In the end, it didn’t matter, though they never expected to get kids the way they did. It’s almost Christmas time when Castiel’s two young nieces fall into their lives, and Dean and Cas are scrambling to make a home for them, and worrying about how much damage the kids have suffered that they’ll need to undo. And are they up to the task?

It’s Two Sugars, Right? | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 851 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent Summary: After Cas pulls Sam out of hell and they settle down, Cas worries about Claire.

Can I Have This Dance | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,815 Main Tags/Warnings: Djinn Verse, Bobby/Jody Wedding Summary: At Bobby and Jody’s wedding, Dean and Cas get a little hot and bothered.

Come here. Let me fix it. | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,075 Main Tags/Warnings: Kid fic Summary: Dean and Cas bring home their new baby.

I Made Your Favorite | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,460 Main Tags/Warnings: Smut Summary: Dean and Cas finally get some time away to recharge thanks to Sam and Claire.

Simple Man | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,256 Main Tags/Warnings: Adoption, Dean’s Birthday Summary: When Dean’s birthday falls on a lazy Sunday, only weeks after adopting Jack, Cas and Claire make him breakfast in bed.

Danny’s Song | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 913 Main Tags/Warnings: Adoption, Parenthood, Kid Fic Summary: Dean and Cas find out they are going to be parents.

Loved You Forever verse | @desiraelovesdestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 86,205 Main Tags/Warnings: Best friends to lovers, Prof!Cas/Mechanic!Dean, Married Destiel, Humor, Fluff, jealousy Summary: A series about the lives of happily married Professor Castiel and Mechanic Dean, who went from childhood best friends, to lovers to husbands. Please read to enjoy unconditional love, crazy Thanksgivings and lots of smut. And Cas’s smart assery, of which there is a lot. This story is on going, and each part can be read on it’s own, though I recommend reading them all.

The Wheel of the Year (A Wiccan Cas verse) | @desiraelovesdestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,913 Main Tags/Warnings: Detective!Dean, Wiccan!Cas, Psychic!Cas, spiritual, fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: Romantic and spiritual moments between newly married Dean & Cas, as told through Wheel of the Year celebrations.

It Only Leads to Trouble | @blueascend Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,825 Main Tags/Warnings: Bets & Wagers Summary: The door slammed, signaling Cas’ arrival. Dean smirked from his place on the living room couch, feeling more than a little pleased with himself. Looked like his plan to rile Cas up had worked perfectly. He jumped as Cas suddenly appeared in front of him. Cas looked pissed, glowering down at Dean, and for one moment Dean was sure that he was about to either punch him or pin him down to the couch and fuck his brains out.

Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ | @andomedatonks Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 3,857 Main Tags/Warnings: friends to lovers, pining!cas, roommates Summary: In which Charlie ships it and Cas reevaluates his and Dean’s relationship.

The Very Core of My Heart | @pomegranatedaffodil Rating: Explicit Word Count: 109,375 Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Marriage of Convenience, Slow Burn, Medical Inaccuracies, Slight Biphobia, Small Towns. Summary: Dean Winchester has lived his whole life in this small Muskoka town, with the same family and friends he’s known since birth. One doctor’s appointment later, everything Dean has ever known is about to change: he’s just been diagnosed with a terminal heart condition, and has less than a year to live. His time may be running out, but he plans to make the most of it. And he wants to spend as much of that time as possible with the mysterious, motorcycle-riding subject of town gossip: Castiel Novak. AU based on The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery.

Brambles | @surlybobbies Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 10,650 Main Tags/Warnings: Neighbors, Writer!Cas, Mechanic!Dean, Gardening, Domestic, Strangers to lovers, Human!AU, Moden!AU Summary: “You like the dirty mechanic look, Cas?” Dean says, winking. Cas steps back to let him in. “Not particularly.” Dean’s grin falls. He swipes an arm over his sweaty forehead. “Well, get used to it, bud, ‘cause I’m your neighborhood dirty mechanic on the days I’m not the neighborhood drunken arsonist.” (Dean accidentally sets Cas’s yard on fire and works out a deal with Cas to make it up to him.)

Errands | @surlybobbies Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 691 Main Tags/Warnings: canonverse, canon-divergent, domestic, friends to lovers Summary: One day, Cas expresses a curiosity to see Walmart. It’s not a bad idea, Dean decides - he needs some clean T-shirts, anyhow. So he and Cas drive for an hour to the nearest location, only to find that the parking lot is crammed to capacity. “Back-to-school season,” Dean mutters darkly.

That Goes Without Saying | @surlybobbies Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,458 Main Tags/Warnings: bunker fic, canonverse, friends to lovers, domestic Summary: Cas’s coat was nowhere to be found, and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing long, tanned forearms that made Dean’s throat go dry like he was a man in the early 1900s who had just caught an illicit glimpse of his lover’s ankle. Cas’s tie was gone, too, probably because of the last time he had attempted to cook near an open flame with a flammable piece of fabric hanging from his neck. A quick glance upward would have confirmed that the scorch marks were still there on the ceiling, but Dean’s eyes were occupied with a slow, indulgent scan of Cas’s profile. His lips were turned downward as he cooked, and not for the first time Dean found himself imagining the way he might touch his fingers to Cas’s lips, watching for the moment the tension left and Dean could press forward and press a kiss to the corner of Cas’s mouth.

The Best Men, a Supernatural/Bridesmaids AU. | @jscribbles-fanfic Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 57,371 Main Tags/Warnings: Alcohol Use, Romantic Comedy, Post-Apocalypse, Food Poisoning, Wedding, bridesmaids crossover Summary: Your new favourite romantic comedy is here. SPN/Bridesmaids AU.S6 AU (And sort of S5 AU after 5.10 - Ellen dies but Jo lives and Brady doesn’t die in 5.20). Set two years after the apocalypse that never happened. When Sam is due to get married and appoints Dean as his best man, chaos ensues. Especially since Sam’s rekindled friendship with Tyson Brady has been getting in between the Winchesters’ brotherly bond. Dean struggles with his life as it doesn’t go according to plan, Bobby is sober and actually happy, Jo has a boyfriend that is much too attractive, and Cas deals with being human a tad poorly. Oh, and why does everyone think Cas and Dean are boyfriends?

Confessions | @super-powerful-queen-slayyna Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,132 Main Tags/Warnings: Love Confessions, Dean is a dork, Supportive!Sam, Profanity Warning, Coming Out, Fluff, First Kiss, Bisexual!Dean, Human!Castiel. Summary: Even with Sam’s suggestions, Dean just can’t seem to be able come out and say it. Maybe that’s just it. Maybe complexity isn’t the solution.

Gravity | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,165 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Domestic Bliss Summary: Claire asks her dads to teach her how to dance before the school’s Valentine’s Day dance.

I’d rather have two | @sternchencas Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 2,741 Main Tags/Warnings: puppies, fluff, established relationship Summary: Cas falls in love when he stumbles upon a box of puppies and Dean might finally cave in and get him one.

#destiel trope collection #destielfanficnet #profoundnet #destiel #supernatural #masterlist #trope list #domestic #domestic!Destiel #2018

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