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mickeyhenrysgf · 4 years ago

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PlayTime

Summary: You want attention from your boyfriend while he’s working.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: heavy use of daddy kink, brat!reader, dom/sub dynamics, degrading language, spankings

Bucky Barnes was a busy man. If he wasn’t on a mission for a week or two, then he was at a briefing. If he wasn’t at a briefing, he was busy watching surveillance footage or scrubbing through case files.

You missed your boyfriend.

He tried his best to take care of you. Show his love to you and you were thankful for that. Whenever he had free time, he would be on you in seconds. However, at times he couldn’t give you that special undivided attention like right now. It bothered you especially since your time of the month was coming soon. You were extra horny.

Everything Bucky did throughout the week turned you on. The way he would unbutton his shirt to the way his arms bulged had you in a whimpering mess. Your thighs occasionally clenching to get some friction whenever he wasn’t looking.

Honestly, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I miss you” you drawled out the last words as you followed Bucky around your shared apartment. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you buried your head into his chest.

“S‘ miss you more sweetheart, but I have to take an important call—“ he informed, kissing the top of your head.

He strides over to his work area, taking a seat on the chair. You pouted heavily, but Bucky didn’t want any of that. He gave you one look where you knew better to just stop.

His face expressed exactly what he was thinking.

Don’t act like a brat.

“But— you were at the headquarters all day. What else do you guys need to discuss?” you huffed heavily, wanting to roll your eyes but you quickly chose not to.

Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, his eyes trailing up and down your body, as you walked over to him.

His lap looked extremely comfortable.

Especially when he would spread his legs. It’s like he was teasing you.

You tried to place your hands on his chest but he caught your wrist.

“Daddy—“ Bucky chuckled softly at your whines, your bedroom name for him trying to awaken something. But, he stayed calm for now...

Before Bucky could respond, his phone started to ring which signaled his anticipated phone call meeting.

“Princess, just give me a few minutes alright?”

Bucky kissed your wrists and then let them go as he picked up the phone. You groaned lightly, watching as your boyfriend laid back in his chair and took the call. It definitely would be more than a few minutes. You shamefully walked away swaying your hips, hoping Bucky would notice.

Oh, and he did.

There were only two options left. Wait for Bucky to finish his stupid meeting on the phone or tease him through it. Obviously, the latter sounded more fun but it would definitely come with consequences.

You giggled heavily as you ran into the bedroom, quickly getting to work. You rummaged through your belongings until you found exactly what you were looking for.

It was the lingerie set Bucky had brought for your birthday. You remembered the countless orgasms you received on your birthday, already making you shiver. Hopefully, Bucky would be reminded and take you right in his office.

You looked into the mirror and fixed your hair. Your fingertips ran against your figure as you quickly posed in front of the mirror.

Good luck.

Bucky was concentrated in his work space. His voice was low as he talked on the phone. You couldn’t make out all the words but the premise of call was about a new accord. Some of the avengers were in and some were out.

Boring. Something Bucky could definitely miss.

However, one thing you always failed to consider was the fact that your boyfriend had super hearing. This meant he could hear you whenever you tried to keep quiet.

He heard you giggling, the way you ran into the room, and the fact that you were hiding behind the corner. Bucky knew something was up. He tried to concentrate on the call but he couldn’t help but to think what his girl was up to.

As you rounded the corner to his office, Bucky’s eyes were already met with yours. His pupils blown into something much deeper as he saw the lingerie you decided to change into.

You walked closer to him with a smirk as Bucky had to quickly fix himself in his pants. A quiet groan escaping his lips.

“What was that?” Sam asked into the phone, a curious tone present.

“Nothing—“ Bucky cleared his throat, as he watched you round his desk. He took the phone away from his ear for a moment before raising a finger to his lips.

You pretended to zip you mouth as you plopped down on his lap. Your legs falling onto either side of his thigh. The friction and thickness of him already had you in putty. His hands still straying away from you. He wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“What are you doing?” He mouthed curiously, looking at you. “Playtime—“ you started to dangerously grind against his thigh.

Bucky was not happy. You could tell by the way his eyes pierced on you as his jaw twitched.

The voices from his phone call started to drown out. The only thing on his mind was putting you over his knee. You were acting like a brat.

Instead, His lips found their way to your earlobe. He tugged it lightly, ready to speak but was interrupted.

“Mr. Barnes? I said, What do you think?” A voice came through the phone. A sudden rush of guilt flushed your cheeks. You were interrupting Bucky and his work. And he doesn’t take his work lightly... god what were you thinking?

“Sorry, I think I lost connection—“ Bucky lied as he clenched his jaw towards you. The look he gave you was deadly. Goosebumps arising against your skin.

His metal hand found its way to your ass and gripped it heavily. The pain making you want to scream but in a good way. Before a yelp could make its way to the person on the other line, Bucky’s hand flew to your mouth.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare—“ he mouthed again as you desperately tried to stay silent as his hand pinned against your mouth. A pool of wetness embarrassingly forming in your underwear.

You loved when Bucky showed his dominance.

“He said that we are going to need you to come in on Saturday and sign the settlement. I’ll be there and so we will Sam” Steve restated on the line, as your mouth was still pressed against Bucky’s hand.

“Sounds good.” Bucky replied, his eyes still on you. His hand left your mouth to wrap around your throat.

Another way to show his dominance.

You slowly started to grind against his thigh again but he then squeezed your throat. It was too good to be true. You tested his patience.

“You’re in for it, baby” You whimpered lightly at his mumbled words, your eyes falling down to his lap, his bulge evident.

There was only one way to get him on his good side.

Your hand fell onto his bulge as you looked up to see him glaring at you. Maybe, this was a bad idea...

But Bucky still wasn’t making any indication of for you to stop. You decided to continue with your plan. Your fingertips ran against his length, his cock twitching lightly and then you stopped. You looked up at him again.

He nodded lightly and you grinned. You quickly found yourself palming him through his sweats. His cock getting harder and twitching underneath the fabric.

“Daddy...” you mumbled lowly, your other hand going underneath his shirt to trace his chiseled abs. You even began to press soft kisses on the special spot of his neck that he loved so much.

“Hmmm?” Bucky was slowly falling into a sudden daze from your touches. You loved how easily he could crumble within seconds. It gave you an overwhelming amount of confidence and power. You relished it in because it wasn’t going to last long. Bucky always took back his dominance.

You leaned in and whispered as best as you could in his ear. “Daddy... want your cock in my pussy... play time — please” you asked sweetly again, your arousal leaving a stain on his thigh.

You spat onto your hand before you dug under his sweats. Your slicked hands stroking him fast and edging him to finally get what you wanted.

Bucky’s hips awkwardly bucked into your hand from an angle, a light moan escaping his lips which he clearly covered up by dropping some pens on the ground. He quickly went to pull your hands off.

He was still on a conference call after all.

Bucky tapped your ass, motioning you to take off your lingerie piece. You instantly got to work, scrambling to stand in front of him naked. Your pieces of clothing flown across his home office.

Bucky finally spoke up. “Hey — you said Saturday right? Well, I’ll see you guys then. I’m in the middle of something...” he announced, as he motioned you to do a twirl.

God, He loved that piece on you. But now he wanted it off. His lips aching to leave marks on every inch of your skin.

You gladly gave him a view as you twirled and showed off your bare ass. He slapped your ass as he watched the skin ripple. This time the sound of the slap and your yell reached the phone.

“Excuse me, Buck... We’re not done—” Steve chided. Steve was anything but gulliable. He knew his best friend couldn’t control himself.

Not with you.

“Shit, did I hear a smack?” Sam smirked, exposing the two of you. He was eager to hear more. A sudden burn fell onto your cheeks.

Everyone knew.

“Just update me, I gotta go—“ Bucky instructed, his voice huskier as he hung up and threw the phone on his desk.

It was one of the most unprofessional things he had ever done so far. He allowed everyone to piece together what had been going on behind the phone.

Once the phone was discarded, you slowly positioned yourself on his desk. Your hands on the desk and ass faced upwards towards him. Your punishment was coming. Bucky smirked at how prepared you were.

He pulled your hair back as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

Bucky Barnes was going to ruin you and you deserved it.

“You think my job is a fucking joke?” His bare hand smacked your ass, your chest falling onto the desk. “Hmmm—! Answer me—!” Another smack sounded the room, making your body jump.

“No—! Daddy, I’m sorry...” suddenly you felt ashamed from the way you acted. It was fun in the beginning but tears started to run down your cheeks from the sudden pain & pleasure. He wasn’t holding back.

“I tell you to give me a few minutes, and you can’t even do that. Gotta act like a fuckin needy slut!” He spat, his metal hand taking over and giving the next round of smacks.

“You just wanted everyone to know how much of a slut you are!” his fingers slid to your folds, your sleek covering them instantly.

He laughed at how wet and pathetic you were for him. Bucky pushed your fingers into your mouth, your tongue lapping around them. The taste of your arousal infiltrating your buds.

“I bet you wanted them to hear me fuck this tight pussy on the phone, isn’t that so?” He questioned, gripping your hair harder and pulling you back.

He grabbed your body harshly as he maneuvered you to his desk chair. Bucky took a seat and put you over his knee.

“You wanted Sam and Stevie to get all horny for you because you’re a fuckin’ slut who can’t appreciate her own daddy—!”

His words hit you one after the other. At this point, you were sobbing for a bunch of reasons. Your face was a mess and ass ruined, but Bucky loved every second.

“No.... I only love you daddy... only want you.” You mumbled meekly, afraid if you were even allowed to speak.

“Oh, don’t be shy now, little girl. You were begging to play with daddy’s cock. Of course, you wanted them to hear—“ his thumb swiped over your tears as he kissed your ass cheek. The mark of his hand proudly displayed on it.

However, his innocent act only lasted up to 20 seconds before his hand was back to smacking your ass. You lost count of how many slaps you were given.

By the time it was over, your thighs were dripping with arousal, ass red and bruised, and begging for it to be over.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“It’s supposed to—“ he groaned finally letting go. In the back of his head, he didn't want to go this far with you, but you left him with no choice.

Embarrassing him in front of his friends and authorities.

Bucky sighed heavily looking over at your now exhausted body leaning over his knee. He pulled you up and pushed wet strands soaked from your tears away from your face.

“Come on, I’m not done with you... but I’ll go easy... daddy didn’t mean to push that far” He kissed your lips softly as you tried to him kiss back. Your limbs exhausted and legs shaking. Bucky noticed. He wasn’t a monster. He did take pity on you.

“You want daddy to carry you? Is that what my baby wants?” He cooed, tracing your lips with his thumb. You whimpered at his words, only being able to nod in agreement.

He picked you up swiftly taking the both of you upstairs to finish what you started.

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starbuckie · 4 years ago

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𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐰

challenge: 200 followers challenge by @angrybirdcr

prompt: “there may have been a slight misunderstanding, but nothing we can’t fix.” and locked in the trunk of a car

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 5,504 words

warnings: post-endgame, bucky’s kinda a dick, enemies to friends(?), swearing, angst, mentions of violence, talk about sexual assault, guns, bickering, jealousy

summary: bucky had been adjusting to the new familiarity of having a stable routine, right until she walked in.

a/n: I DON’T NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO MARVEL. okay, great, done that, but congratulations on 200 followers!! i had so much fun taking part in your writing challenge, so thank you so much. imma be honest, there’s not a lot of romance in this, it’s some enemies to friends type of shit and i genuinely did not think this fic would get so angsty and dark and actually long, but i had an idea and ran with it mid way through the old fic with this prompt. also i had an idea for an epilogue to this, so tell me if you want that part 2 because i am on the verge of writing it. this is not proofread by a beta, but i edited it myself and hope it is okay. anyways, now that we’re done with that, please enjoy this rollercoaster of a fanfic i’ve written.

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Life in the twenty-first century was strange, Bucky concluded. Though he’d been free of HYDRA for around nine years technically, being a fugitive and in another realm didn’t give him much time to learn about the modern world. As soon as he came back, Steve had left him and he had to move on without his childhood best friend. It was hard for him to adjust to this century, with the new rules and the whole scene in general, but he seemed to make it through just fine. He’d come to peace with the fact that there was no escaping the fighting at all, falling into a steady routine that became his holy grail.

In the new Avengers compound in Upstate New York he felt content and more sure of himself than he’d felt in a very long time. Everyone in the tower was quiet and kept to themselves mostly, still dealing with the aftermath of losing so much in so little time. But in that silence Bucky felt like a free man, able to walk around without fear of being hunted down every second and time to really look about this new world.

There were still times when he woke up in a sweaty panic, disoriented and terrified until he realized he was in the safety of his room in the compound. He’d flinch at loud noises in the quiet and his heart would stop, something that went by unnoticed by everyone else, though he didn’t blame them for it. Bucky felt extreme guilt for the horrible things he had done as the Winter Soldier, memories of bloodied and dead bodies, bodies he had made fall to the ground motionless. It wasn’t him, he knew, but his hand still had pulled the trigger. When he found something new a smile would split across his face, ready to tell Steve what he had discovered, until he remembered that the rambunctious blond boy was gone, a wrinkled grey man with a new family in his place. It still hurt him to think that he had left him so easily, with barely a goodbye. Bucky still had days where he felt so incredibly tired, left still on his bed as horrible thoughts ran through his mind, anxious about the future.

But then he found new things everyday, things that seemed to outweigh the bad by a whole lot. He’d found cool ranch Doritos were the best chips and that he really liked the season of fall with the leaves falling around him as he took a serene walk. He found that he really loved Frozen, the songs and Sven the reindeer making him crack a smile every time he watched it. He found that he could sleep in on his days without missions and Wanda liked her pancakes with an unhealthy amount of syrup on the side to dunk them in. He found that Sam was actually really funny, always making the worst puns or the dirtiest jokes at the most inappropriate of times. He found a new sense of respect and warmth in the family they’d built together, learning how to go on without those that they loved. He found that he was really enjoying his new routine and his new sense of peace with himself.

All until she walked in.

Bucky could still remember the exact moment she flipped their world upside down. Sharon had fawned over her, talking about one of her old SHIELD buddies who was finally coming back to the states. After the organization fell in 2014, Y/N L/N fled to Hawaii, running away to the one place she knew no one would find her. She was done fighting, or that’s what she believed until Thanos showed up.

It was shameful, really, that Y/N was aware of all the problems that went on, yet did nothing to help. They needed her help, she knew they did, but she couldn’t bring yourself to go help her friends. Originally she was trying for a settled down life, planning to retire from the constant fighting, but after a few failed relationships Y/N realized that she wasn't cut out for that white picket fence life. Those had just been the dreams of a fourteen year old Y/N L/N, left empty and hollow by the horrors she had seen during her time at SHIELD. There was nothing left waiting for her, no family, no friends, but she was too stubborn to get back into the fight, so she stayed in her humid Oahu apartment and waited for something interesting to happen.

Well, maybe Y/N shouldn’t have wished so hard, that “interesting thing” showing up in the form of being snapped out of existence by a large, purple grape.

When she came back she felt nearly indifferent, knowing that five years had passed by her, and though Y/N felt nothing but emptiness she knew that it was time to go back. It was her duty when she had joined SHIELD to always be there and protect, and she had failed that job. But Y/N was more than ready to make up for it. Nothing like Thanos could ever happen again, so she called Sharon, one of her closest friends and previous commanding supervisor at the organization. She was ecstatic to have Y/N back, probably a bit too much, and before she could have second thoughts the girl was on a plane overlooking JFK, ready to land in New York.

So when Y/N walked in, with a tight-lipped smile and butterflies anxiously fluttering in her stomach, Bucky couldn’t help but despise her. Maybe he had formed his opinion off of Sharon’s explanation of her past, but Y/N got the life of settling down that he didn’t and he was infuriatingly jealous.

“Hey, Bucky, Sam, come meet Y/N!” Sharon said excitedly. Her hair was put back in a headband neatly, two suitcases in hand as she looked at the two tall, muscular men. Of course Y/N recognized both of them, she hadn’t been living under a rock. Keeping up with the news of the Avengers and remaining SHIELD officers had been one of the only things keeping her from coming back, hearing of the terrible fights and destruction done to whole cities. She recognized Sam Wilson, the infamous Falcon being marked down as a “war criminal” in 2016. She never believed that crap, if he and half of the other Avengers were locked up there had to be a good reason behind it.

Then, there was James Buchanan Barnes. Now, she knew him from her eighth grade American history books, reading about the brave Howling Commando who had given up his life for saving the country, but Y/N knew him better as the Winter Soldier from her time at SHIELD. The fight in 2014 had been brutal, hectic in all forms, but she’d caught a few glances at the metal-armed man. He hadn't been in his normal state, with being controlled and tortured by HYDRA at the time, but the kid inside of her freaked out, remembering memories of gossiping with her friends about how hot he was in the textbooks and how much of a hero he was. That man was still in there somewhere, hidden by decades of reprogramming and mind-wiping, and Y/N was finally seeing him in the flesh. She would be working with him daily, living in the same space as him. The thought made her giddy like a middle schooler with her first crush,though his presence was intimidating as well.

“Hi there, I’m Y/N L/N, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.” Sticking out her hand, she gave a bright smile, already growing out of her nervous state.

Sam quickly shook Y/N’s hand, giving a warm greeting in response to her introduction. Then she turned to Bucky. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.”

His cold, dead glare locked onto Y/N, staring straight through her soul. It felt like he could see every insecurity and guilty action she had, and she didn’t like it one bit. “That’s Sergeant Barnes to you.” Without another word, he walked out of the room like a petulant child, leaving Sharon, Sam, and Y/N flabbergasted.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, he’s usually more friendly than that, I’ll go check in on him,” Sharon furiously said with a painfully fake smile. Sam grabbed the new girl by the arm, linking it with his own and led her in another direction as he explained the usual training routine and schedule for the week.

And while she was completely enraptured by Sam’s comforting words and the exciting compound, her heart still felt heavy from Sergeant Barnes’ cold greeting.

She had tried to be nice. She really had. But after two months it was pretty clear Sergeant Barnes wasn’t getting any better, and Y/N was beyond pissed off. Childish, is what he was being, fucking childish.

It started off with leaving every room she came into, blatantly ignoring her presence. When she would say hello every morning he’d grunt or even worse, he wouldn’t answer her at all. Y/N had begged Sharon if she knew why the sergeant was acting up, but she didn’t know either and just asked her to ignore him and his “crappy, old-man behaviour”. Sam wasn’t very helpful to Y/N’s cause either, but he was a great mentor and an even better teacher.

Sharon was really the only person Y/N had in her phone, her parents dead and no boyfriend accounted for. The rest of her family had wanted nothing to do with her when she joined SHIELD, but that was okay with her. She knew what she had gotten herself into, and it was an extreme risk to even be acquaintances with her. But now, living with several others in a compound that seemed so large after the great loss, Y/N became part of their family as well.

It was nice to have friends again, as years of solitude on an island where she knew nobody had made her nearly desperate for more human interaction than with the teenagers who worked the cash registers at the grocery store. Y/N became an integral part of the Avengers (she could actually say that aloud now), going on missions and kicking ass just like she used to. Of course, Sergeant Barnes’ behaviour in and out of missions stayed the same, but she usually tried her best to not take it to heart and move on. After all, she couldn’t have everyone like her.

But one day they both snapped.

Y/N was sitting with Sharon and Wanda, eating lunch and talking over their most recent mission with them and Barnes in Cairo. It hadn’t been a necessarily bad mission, per se, but she had run back into the building to get Wanda out from under a fallen pillar, which apparently was “severely dangerous”. Looking back, she could see how it was, putting her entire team’s secrecy and mission in volatile danger, but Wanda was like her sister and in Y/N’s heart she knew that she had to. Bucky had had to grab them both, nearly dragging her back to the jet before the building had collapsed. He’d been beyond angry with Y/N for the stupid decision, but when they landed he just huffed and stomped away. The redhead was grateful for her and so was Sharon, but lunch was just for a simple stern talking about mission protocols.

“Y/N, I know that you’re a fantastic agent and even better friend, but when we’re on missions we need that agent. You can’t let your feelings and outside life get in the way of our objective.” Sharon said in a firm voice. Y/N dropped her head in her hands and rubbed her face tiredly.

“I know, Sharon, I’m sorry, Wanda could’ve probably gotten herself out but I just let my instincts act too fast and ran back in without another thought.” She groaned. “Plus, I just caused more damage than anything else. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Wanda and Sharon nodded in understanding just as the Asshole Supreme walked into the kitchen.

“You talking ‘bout how Y/N fucked up the mission yesterday?” Sergeant Barnes grunted. While Sharon and Wanda gasped in shock, Y/N’s eyes were trained at the plate on the table in front of her, not daring to make a sound. She muttered out a sorry and got up to put her dish in the sink. As long as he was here, he was going to make her life a living hell, and as much as she wanted to lash out, it would be cause for her dismissal from the team. While her old, solitary life was what she had once dreamed of, Y/N now saw her future among these people, this family, somewhere she finally felt a part of despite Barnes’ horrid behaviour. “Sorry?” He scoffed, “Sorry doesn’t make up for the fact that I had to run back in for you. Sorry doesn’t make up for the extreme risks we all pull to save your ass out in the field.”

“Bucky, stop.” Sharon yelled.

But he ignored her words and sauntered over to Y/N with a knowing smirk, leaning down to meet her level. His warm breath hit her face and she could stare into his deep eyes, swirling like a raging storm of blues and greys. “You shouldn’t even be out there, L/N. I mean, you haven’t had training in years, it’s not like you were anything special either. Just another agent, hoping to get to work in the big leagues.”

“Shut up.” Y/N whispered meekly. Tears were just barely being held in, her chest feeling empty and hollow with anger and guilt. Is this what it felt like to want to kill someone with so much vengeance?

“Where were you when Thanos came? Where were you, L/N? We needed all the help we could get, but there you are, in fucking Hawaii, with you little fucking margaritas on the fucking beach-”

“Shut the fuck up!” She screamed. The room went dead silent with her voice. None of the team had seen Y/N look so angry, so sad, so vulnerable, at one time. It was easy for her to hide her emotions and Wanda refrained from trying to toy with her mind, but shame was overwhelming the girl by the second and Sergeant Barnes was right, as much as she didn’t want to say it. She was a coward, thinking she could run away from the “hero life” so easily. They’d caught her, and Barnes was making her face that truth right now. “Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I know, that I was absolutely scared shitless of returning here, facing all of you after what you endured for so long?”

Y/N took a deep breath, laughing mirthlessly as tears ran hot down her cheeks. “I’m sorry that I came back, I really am, but I’m trying my damn best to make up for what I did. Being scared is no excuse for why I ran away, I was fucking terrified of having one more thing to lose. My family is dead, SHIELD fell, and I had no one to lean on so I ran as far as I fucking could. But I’m back now, I’m ready to serve up to what I left behind, and you better fucking deal with it because this,” she jabbed a finger into his broad chest, “is not fucking it. I’m not going to live with your shitty behaviour anymore, Barnes.”

He, Wanda, and Sharon all watched as she slammed the plate into the sink, storming out of the room. They could hear her door slam shut, and the two women glared at Bucky.

“What the hell is your problem, Barnes” Wanda hissed in a scarily low voice. Fuck. He knew he’d messed up then, gone farther than he ever dared to with insulting Y/N, and both of the women were severely overprotective of the new Avenger.

Sharon walked up to Bucky with large strides, delivering a slap to the side of his head. Yeah, he definitely deserved that. It was dead silent in the kitchen, the tension still high strung from the fight seconds before. “You better go apologize, Barnes, I swear to God this has gotten far too out of hand. You two have a mission tomorrow, estimated a month, and wheels are up at 2300 hours. I need you two to go get the intel quietly and undetected and we can’t have both of you arguing the whole damn time, so you better fix things by then.”

The blonde agent walked away, Wanda trailing behind her, but not without the middle finger from both of them. A mission? Tomorrow? With Y/N? This was going to be horrible. Bucky ran a hand over his face and trudged off to his room.

It was going to be a long month.

Y/N stared out of the window as they flew over the clouds above the Mediteranean Sea. Eleven in the morning in Italy gave a clear view of the skies, light blue as far as she could see. They were ready to start their descent into Azzano and the woman glanced to the man beside her, his stormy blue eyes glaring in any direction but hers. The sergeant had avoided her all he could up until they boarded the jet, and even then he only spoke to her when necessary. “Hey, Barnes, we’re starting to descend, go get ready.”

The brunette looked over to Y/N and grunted in response. Oh well, it was better than him yelling at her. His little outburst in the kitchen had her pissed at him more than ever, but the words thrown around still rung true in her head. But now wasn’t the time to think about that.

She paid careful attention to where she was supposed to land, a shaded facility almost five miles south of where they had to get the intel from an old, but rebuilt HYDRA base. The same base where James Buchanan Barnes was once held captive, experimented on and tortured until Steve Rogers came to save him. Y/N didn’t care much for Barnes usually, but she also didn’t know how he’d react to being in a location with such horrible memories attached to it. They had both been at the mission briefing the day before of course, he knew what it entailed and he seemed unfazed, and he was always good at hiding his emotions. As the jet touched down finally, the agent thought back. Well, sometimes he was good at hiding his emotions.

Making sure her comm fit snugly in her ear, Y/N unbuckled herself from the seat, heading back towards the wall of weaponry they kept in the back of the jet. Barnes was already there dressed in hs black kevlar tactical suit, hugging his body nicely and vibranium arm on display. When he was around her he tried to hide it, and she saw him joking around and being comfortable in other’s presence with it out, wondering what made her so different. She personally found it fascinating, the beauty of the gold and black metal with the incredible Wakandan technology, but she respected his privacy and tried to not think too much about it.

Y/N threw a vest on over her own navy blue tac suit, tightening her combat boots before she fully zipped up. Were they finally ready?

Three guns perched in holsters by her waist.

Two taps to her earpiece and Barnes’ breathing in her ear.

One mutual nod with the sergeant himself, and they were off, slowly making their way to grab the intel, not a trace to be left behind.

Getting stuck in the trunk of a car was not in the plan. It definitely wasn’t. Bucky remembered every single inch and cranny of that meticulously planned out schedule, every move, every kill they had to make, but not once was it mentioned that Y/N was to get stuck in Baron Zemo’s car without any weapons on her.

“L/N, what the hell do you mean you’re in the back of Zemo’s car.” He seethed, already searching frantically around the large remains of the building for her. It had gone smoothly, she was just supposed to quickly check inside his car as he searched the base. It’ll be so much quicker if I do it, L/N, is what he had said, but now he regretted it. Like the incompetent fool she was, she was spotted and ended up shooting out half of Zemo’s goonies before dropping all her weapons to the ground and running when she ran out of ammunition.

“There may have been a slight misunderstanding,” Y/N whispered into her comm, “but nothing we can’t fix! Just come find me, Barnes, and all will be well.”

She could hear his angry curses and jostling, which she assumed he was running to come find her. It wasn’t entirely Y/N’s fault she had run out of ammo. Some of it must have fallen from her pockets during the shootout and when she saw the car she thought it’d be the perfect place to hide. Until she realized that no one else was at the partially burned down HYDRA base besides Baron Zemo, the person who Sharon had told her to avoid at all costs, and she was in his damn car. Practically her death note.

“If you had just listened to me you wouldn’t have been caught!” Bucky furiously whispered through the comms.

Y/N rolled her eyes, though he couldn’t even see her, and groaned. “I did listen to you, Barnes, I checked the damn car, but we weren’t expecting his guards to find me so I killed them and hid. Is that actually so bad?”

“Yes it is!’ He explained. “Give me your coordinates.” She checked the small watch on her wrist, pushing a button on the side that gave a small holographic image of the time and her coordinates on a world wide map. Reciting them for him, Bucky followed, continuing to berate her as he did so. “And you’re right, L/N, I asked you to check the car, not fucking jump inside it!”

This time Bucky could envision her rolling her eyes as she groaned even louder in very Y/N L/N fashion. “Would you rather I be dead?” She asked. It had been a few seconds, but she still received no response. “Barnes?” Crackling. “Sergeant?” Absolute nothingness. “Sarge?”

The trunk of the car opened as the woman let out a squeak, the broad frame of James Barnes hovering above her, some dirt smudged around the annoyed expression on his face. “Don’t call me that.” He grumbled.

He reached his hand towards her, grasping her own tightly before pulling her to a sitting position. “Why, you had all the ladies calling you that back in the day?” She mimicked a much higher tone, nearly resembling Snow White if the princess were high on drugs and had a Brooklyn accent. “Hey, Sarge, we goin’ dancing? Sarge, you goin’ to give me some sweet lovin’ tonight? Oh, how I’d just love for you to shove your fat, ugly head up your a-”

A loud beeping from his wristwatch cut her off. With a glare, the man let go of Y/N’s hand, checking to see what the problem was. A small red tracker on the map moved, and both of them knew they were in deep shit. “Crap, Zemo’s coming this way. That’s one of the trackers I set up on the ground and we gotta go quick.”

Faint whistling from Baron Zemo made both of them panic as Bucky tackled her back down and quickly shut the door behind him. Footsteps were approaching, the whistling getting louder and a door opening let the two Avengers know that they couldn’t get out anytime soon. Y/N could feel Bucky’s racing heart against her chest, hers beating just as fast. He turned to face her, a lot closer than both of them expected, lips dangerously close and noses nudging against each other. Ther breaths mixed together, the hot air of the car doing nothing to help her current close quarters with the man.

“Can you bust us out of here?” She whispered hurriedly, rather uncomfortable with the present situation.

“We’ll die if we leave now. He’s much more prepared than we thought and with half his men down he knows something is up. Zemo wasn’t even supposed to know we were here so we’re far too unprepared and you lost your damn weapons. There’s no way we can go out so we’re going to stick in here until he gets out.”

Truth be told, Bucky was terrified and had no clue what to do next. Being stuck in a small confined space with Y/N had to be his worst nightmare, especially after he didn’t apologize for his shitty behavior last night. And the night before.

And the several months before that.

From his view Y/N seemed to be uncomfortable and as the car started moving, she wiggled around, struggling to get as far away from Bucky as she could. He too was extremely uncomfortable, but as her wriggling continued, his already tight fitting pants seemed to get even impossible tighter as she practically grinded on him.

“Would you stop squirming around?” Y/N shot him what would’ve been a questioning glance if not for the pitch blackness of the trunk, and heard his loud sigh, warm breath fanning across her face. “I’m sorry, I’m having a situation, uh, down there and your wiggling isn’t helping it too much.”

Her face heated up, not knowing what to feel after he said that. Was he… flustered? Y/N had never seen Bucky Barnes anything less than grumpy or professional before.

When she said nothing, he assumed the worst and thought she saw him as a disgusting and creepy person. Before that moment he’d never had any particular care about how Y/N felt, but he knew that there were still a lot of perverts, if not more perverts than back in his day. With his four little sisters always getting catcalled and the crude men who thought women were their property, Bucky knew it was definitely terrifying to be assaulted or any situation such as this.

There wasn’t much he could do, but he shifted so they weren’t lying down hip bone to hip bone. “Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert or anything, it’s just been a while since I, well, y’know…”

“I understand, Barnes, but thank you for apologizing.” Y/N said carefully. It was weird to hear the now shy and surprisingly considerate sergeant apologize to her, but she had to admit that her respect for him had gone up.

He cleared his throat in return, trying to turn in any other direction besides hers as they listened to the tires of the car bumping along the road, heart wildly thumping.

It was quiet. Far more quiet than it had ever been when either of them were in the same room. As Y/N stared down at Bucky’s head, almost resting on her stomach, she saw the man she’d read about in middle school. For a moment she was able to look past the last few months of fighting and hatred, and see the noble sergeant she’d admired for so long.

“You can rest your head if you want to, I knew keeping it up like that must be hurting your neck. I promise I’m okay with it.” She reassured him. With a small hesitation, Barnes submitted to his screaming neck muscles and laid his head on her stomach, the vest providing cushion. A few more seconds of silence and gathering courage, and she finally asked him the question she had been wondering since her first day at the compound. “Why do you hate me?”

I’m jealous, he wanted to say, but he wasn’t brave enough to say it. With a small sigh, he managed to get out, “I don’t.”

“Then why are you so cold to me all the time?” Emotions that were borrowed so deep inside Y/N’s chest seemed to come barreling out, seeping into every question that she asked. “Am I really that horrible an agent? Do you not think I’m trying my best? I know I made a mistake, I wasn’t there when you all needed me, but I’m trying so, so damn hard to make up for it. I swear on my life, and every one that comes after it, that I’m-”

“It’s not you, it’s me, God damn it!” Bucky exclaimed angrily. Both of their blood ran cold in fear that Zemo might have heard them, but the radio continued to drone on in the background, nothing seeming to have changed. He took a deep sigh and tried how to best explain it to her. Even though he’d probably never have Y/N’s forgiveness for insulting her so plainly and hurting her so much, he felt as though she deserved as much as his reasoning as to why he “disliked” her so much. It was difficult for him to say, having to also put his pride away for once to just admit it. “I’m jealous of you, Y/N. You got the sweet life for a while, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted. When you look at us who remain, not a single one of us was planning to be an Avenger. You were getting the dream home, the kids, the family that I’ve wanted since I was a boy back in Brooklyn, and all you had to do to get it was run away. It was so simple.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, not at all expecting that. “It wasn’t all too much ‘sweet life’, you know? It was my dream when I was younger, I thought being an agent was temporary and then I’d move into a big, old house with a loving spouse and have millions of little carbon copies of myself to occupy my days. But the truth about what we do is that we can only stay away from it for so long, Barnes. With people like us,” she squeezed her eyes shut, letting the final tears roll down her cheeks, “there’s no running away from the hero's life. It's just who we are. We’ve already done too much to change that part of our lives.”

Y/N felt him nod through the fabric on her skin, sniffles letting her know that he was crying too. They were connected. All the shouting, all the yelling, the pain, the battles, the fore, the blood, the years of torture, all led to this moment. This historic moment in Y/N and Bucky’s relationship where they both waved white flags, wet faces and hearts filled with sorrow for the life they never had.

“I’m so sorry for the way I dealt with my anger and jealousy, Y/N.” Bucky croaked.

“I used to idolize you when I was a kid.” Y/N recalled with a faint smile on her face. “In the eighth grade I wrote a history paper on you, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, American hero and inspiration to all. And you know, I always kinda had a crush on you. Wondered what it would be like if you were still alive, if you would’ve gone home after the war, if you would’ve had a family. No matter what wild thoughts ran through my head, though, you were always my hero.” Bucky took her confession in shock, pure amazement and surprise coursing through his body. Maybe a little bit of sadness, longing for that old life, maybe a bit of bashfulness of her having a crush on his as a schoolgirl. “And then I met you and you were this grumpy, irritable old man who seemed to despise me as soon as I walked in the door. Definitely not what I had expected.” He opened his mouth, ready to apologize again, when her next words cut him off. “I want to start over, don’t you?”

How was she so calming? Her words were exactly what he needed to hear and didn’t need to at the same time. Her voice brought back all the old memories of running around New York with Steve as a kid, reminding him of his wise ma in a way. “There’s nothing I’d like more than that, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled to herself, looking towards the top of the car. “Perfect.”

And with the twinkle in her eye and his head resting on her stomach with a small grin, it really was.

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captainamericasbeard · 4 years ago

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Empathy Ch. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Empath!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: nightmares, a little blood.

Summary: Y/N is an empath tasked with helping the Avengers but healing only comes if you want it.

A/N: Why yes I’m posting chapter 2 just 2 days after chapter 1. I have no self control. Tags definitely aren’t working so reblogs would be deeply appreciated. If you’d like to be tagged just send an ask and I’d be happy to knock up a list.

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The door shut behind you and you heard Steves soft steps retreat. You looked around your new room and were grateful to see little homey touches. The bed was made with a clean, fluffy, white duvet. A few books had been placed on the bookshelf and there was a couch and tv. A sweet bouquet of flowers sat on the nightstand. Signs of welcome that did not extend to the team’s attitude. You sighed with a shrug of your shoulders. That was a problem for tomorrow.

You quickly emptied your overnight bag into the chest of drawers and your toiletries in the bathroom. You tossed your book onto the nightstand and flopped down in front of the tv. It had been an exhausting day and you were ready to switch your brain off for a little while. You flipped through channels pausing here and there but you found yourself unable to settle on anything. Instead your mind kept wandering back over the conversation after dinner. You had expected resistance, you were just a little sad about how much resistance you encountered. And while Bucky’s attitude was not unexpected it was disheartening. He was clearly in a lot of pain and wanted nothing to do with you. Your stomach did a little flutter when you thought of his blue eyes on yours and you rolled your eyes at yourself. It was just like you to crush on a man who actively hated the sight of you.

You gave up the tv and your pointless stream of thought and got up to change into your pjs and cozy up under the blankets with your book. You were soon lost in its pages, the thrilling tale pulling you in and washing away the day. Hours passed and eventually you realized the words were blurring together and you were having to reread sentences to make sense of them. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand and were shocked to find it read 2:30. You marked your place and put the book down. You turned the light off and rolled over and you were asleep in seconds.

What felt like moments later you were ripped from your sleep by an excruciating pain cutting its way through your stomach. Your eyes flew open and landed on the clock which only read 3:30. You barely registered the time before another wave of pain took over you and you squeezed your eyes shut to block it out. Your head was full of voices screaming and that’s when you realized this was no ordinary stomach ache.

“No stop! Please,” one voice begged.

“Please, please don’t kill me!” another voice begged.

You were inside Bucky’s nightmare and it was the last place you should be if you were ever going to earn this man’s trust. You rushed to block out the voices with your mind, closing them behind a door you knew you should never open. The voices stopped but your pain redoubled and you retched. You tried to get out of bed but you got tangled in your sheets and fell to the floor with a sob. As you lay there clutching your stomach and sobbing you heard doors fly open down the hallway. Your door was wrenched open flooding your room with light and blinding you. You felt someone kneel next to you.

“Don’t touch me!” you cried out in warning and there was a shuffle of feet as someone backed away from you.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” came Steve’s Captain voice. You opened your eyes and there was Steve standing in the doorway feet apart and fists clenched ready to leap into action. Bucky knelt close to you. His hair was matted with sweat and he was still breathing heavily. You met his gaze and he understood.

“I was having a nightmare,” he murmured. You nodded as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

“I caused this?” Bucky asked. His features were lined with guilt.

“Bucky this is your own pain your looking at.” You wiped the tears from your face and sat up. The pain was subsiding now that Bucky was awake.

“Have you experienced something like this before, Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Not to this extent. When I’m reaching out to someone who’s in pain I can have physical symptoms. But I’ve never experienced it like this before,” you answered. You desperately wanted to beg Bucky to let you help him but you were afraid you’d scare him off. You were surprised he was even sitting here talking with you and making eye contact. The three of you sat in silence for a few moments before Bucky spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured reaching out to place a hand on his but he flinched and pulled back standing up quickly. “I’m sorry Bucky, I wasn’t going to do anything.”

“I don’t want you touching me,” he said, reverting to his gruff manners. With that he stalked out of the room. Steve moved aside to give him space and you both flinched when the door slammed.

“I wasn’t going to do anything I swear. I would never do anything to any of you without your permission,” you pleaded with Steve.

“I believe you,” Steve said, “but Bucky’s not the trusting type.”

“I understand. He’s been through a lot. More than most,” you said.

“More than you know,” Steve said. “Can I help you up?” he offered.

“Yes, you can touch me now. I’m calm.” You extended your hand to Steve and he pulled you to your feet. Your head swam and the room tilted so you quickly reached out to grab Steve’s shoulders. He held your arms and waited for you to steady.

“Sorry. I’m just a little rocky,” you explained.

"That’s alright. Let’s get you to bed,” he said. He wrapped an arm around your waist and moved you to the bed, throwing the covers back for you. You climbed in feeling achey all over and curled up in a ball letting Steve pull the covers back over you.

“Try to get some rest,” he said and you nodded feebly, your eyes already pulling closed of their own accord. Steve chuckled. “Goodnight Y/N,” he said, walking to the door and pulling it closed behind him.

…

It was late morning when you opened your eyes again and you still felt exhausted and tender all over. The night’s events had taken its toll on you. You dressed slowly in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt from your alma mater. You grabbed your book and padded down the hallway towards the kitchen. It was Saturday so at least you didn’t have work to worry about. You planned on spending a thoroughly relaxing day on the couch with your book.

The kitchen was abandoned when you arrived though the evidence of a hurried breakfast remained. You fixed yourself a fresh cup of coffee in the french press and found some cereal in the cabinets. You ate standing against the counter waiting for your coffee to brew. You finished your cereal, placing the bowl in the sink for later and doctoring your coffee with cream and sugar.

As you snuggled into the couch with the coziest blanket you could find and took a sip of your coffee you realized just how quiet it was.

“Where is everybody?” you wondered out loud.

“The team was called away on mission early this morning,” came a calm, ambient voice. It was a testament to your agility that you didn’t spill coffee all over yourself in surprise.

“Who was that!?” you asked in shock, sitting upright.

“I am JARVIS. I run the house and can answer any questions you may have,” the voice said.

“Oh, ok.” You’d heard of JARVIS but had completely forgotten about him until this moment. “Um, when will the team be back,” you asked hesitantly. You weren’t sure what information might be off limits.

“That I can’t say with certainty, though it was not expected to be a long mission.” JARVIS answered.

“Ok, well, keep me posted if you can,” you replied.

“Of course, Y/L/N.”

You took a steadying sip of your coffee and tucked into your book. In the back of your mind you were nervous to see Bucky again after last night but you pushed those thoughts away. You read for a couple of hours until your neck started to ache. Getting up and stretching you decided to clean up the kitchen and take a shower. As you were stepping out of the bathroom, wrapping your hair in a towel, JARVIS’ voice came to life again. You were more prepared for it this time so it only mildly startled you.

“The team is 5 minutes out from the compound. You are requested in the medical bay,” he said.

“Is everything alright,” you asked, panic rising in your belly.

“Captain Rogers received some injuries that will be attended to but there were civilian casualties. Your services may be required.” Your heart sank into your stomach. You could only imagine how this would affect the team but you were about to find out first hand. You dressed in a rush and threw your hair up and out of the way before you set out for the medical wing.

You arrived just as the team was being helped through the doors. Everyone had a sullen expression on their faces. Sam was limping and Natasha looked pretty beat up but Steve was clearly worse off. He had an arm slung over Bucky’s shoulder and was bleeding freely from the side. Bucky got him over to a table where Steve sat down with a groan. Bucky caught your eyes.

“What are you doing here,” he asked. You felt like you were intruding on something private.

“My presence was requested,” you said defensively.

“By who, Fury?” Natasha asked.

“JARVIS, actually,” you said. Steve chuckled.

“Damn meddling A.I.” Steve said.

A technician rushed into the room ignoring the rest of the team and focusing on Steve. They reached for a pair of scissors but Steve quickly held out his hand

“Can we not with the cutting? This is my favorite suit.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“He’ll be fine,” he said to the rest of the team and they moved through the room to the other beds to get checked over. Apparently this was a post mission routine. A technician came up to Bucky who tried to blow them off but they were insistent, attaching a blood pressure cuff to his arm and sticking a thermometer in his mouth before he could object. You took his distraction as an opportunity to get closer to Steve.

“You gonna be ok,” you asked worriedly

“I’ve been worse. Don’t worry, Y/N.” The technician had pulled his suit off to reveal a bullet wound. You looked away from the wound and back at Steve’s face to find him watching you intently.

“Why are you here, Y/N,” he asked quietly.

“I keep telling you, I’m here to help. JARVIS said… well he said things didn’t go well.” Steve’s face turned to stone and he looked away from you. “I can already feel your pain Steve, there’s no point trying to hide it from me.” He looked back up at you and the breath went out of your lungs. There was so much hurt in his eyes.

“I tried,” he whispered.

“I know you did. Everyone knows you did.” You realized the attention of the team was on you once again so you chose your next words carefully. “Can I offer you some peace?” Steve held your gaze for a few moments before nodding. You reached down and locked your fingers with his calloused ones and closed your eyes. Slowly you reached out, letting him feel your presence in his mind. The pain of the day was fresh and right on top so you scooped it up and took it away. Your grip on his hand tightened briefly and a tear rolled down your cheek. You opened your eyes to find Steve watching you intently with a blissful look on his face.

“Sorry,” you said wiping the stray tear away with the palm of your hand, “emotional transference happens sometimes.”

“What do you mean,” Steve asked.

“I mean, it hurts a little,” you answered with a shrug.

“It hurts when you help us,” Bucky asked, his usual steely expression softened for just a moment.

“It always hurts,” you reply simply.

“Then why do you do it?”

“Because you’re in pain and I can take it away. Better?” you ask turning your attention back to Steve.

“Much. Thank you. I think I might actually sleep tonight,” he said with a small smile.

“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Rest up.,” you say patting him on the shoulder. The technician is finishing their last stitches as you turn to leave. You catch Bucky looking at you and his expression is unreadable. You smile at him softly and leave the team to the hands of the med bay techs.

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foreverwcnter · 4 years ago

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cardigan / p.p

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

summary: “you thought i was dead?” after you go missing with no leads to what happened, you are presumed dead and peter writes letters addressed to you, to help with his grief

word count: 3k

requested: no

warnings: semi character death, heartbreaking angst :( , fluff

a/n: this is for @ariistotles lovely writing challenge! i am using prompt 9 for my fic and i hope you guys enjoy!

two days. forty-eight hours. two thousand eighty minutes. one hundred seventy-two thousand, eight hundred seconds. that’s how long you had been missing. the team of avengers, including desperate peter parker sat around a table, staring at the very little evidence they had of your disappearance. it was only two nights ago when you and peter had been cuddled in bed and you had left to go home.

evidently, you never returned home.

peter ran his hands through his hair with frustration, eyes bloodshot red from crying. he was terrified and guilty, knowing if he had just walked you home, he wouldn’t be staring at the picture of you on the screen in front of him.

“we have no leads,” sam wilson stated,” the only evidence is this cardigan.”

peter knew you were wearing it when you left. he recognized the cute patches of stars scattered on the knitted sleeves and the oversized buttons along the ends. it was always so big on you, he didn’t think you would have bought it from that thrift store, but the moment you laid eyes on it, you fell in love with it. you had fixed up the holes and messed up seams, it looked like something someone would shove under a bed. but you took it into your care.

“she was wearing that after she left my apartment,” peter explained, voice cracking. the entire time he had been silent as they investigated your disappearance. “she almost forgot it but i reminded her.”

peter took a glance at the cardigan, instantly taking notice of the blood-stained sleeves.

“we have to find her,” he finally added, one tear slipping down his cheek. tony hadn’t spoken at all, and peter knew why. peter understood what it felt like to lose someone. there was a chance you’d be found again, but it was slim. you were just gone.

the next few days were hell for peter. they hadn’t found anything and all he wanted to believe was that you were at least alive. everyone around him seemed to be giving up already. peter had even overheard tony talking with the other avengers, thinking that you weren’t alive and he’d have to plan a funeral. peter refused to give up, he couldn’t believe the idea that you were dead. there was only a glimmer of hope left in some of the avengers. every day that passed, the more likely it was that you were dead. it wasn’t until two months of searching, they finally gave in.

tony kept the funeral private. it took everything in peter to just crawl out of bed that early morning and may had to help him tie the tie for his suit. his hands trembled too much to get it straight. he didn’t want to believe you were gone, but by this point, he was giving up himself. everything at the funeral was dark, the opposite of what you were like. you always had the brightest of smiles, your hair would always smell like fresh daisies from a meadow. everyone who gathered around was silent, staring at an empty casket, watching it get lowered into the ground.

peter found himself alone after the casket was six feet under and collapsed to his knees in front of the gravestone. tears openly fell down his face, as he stared at the name written on the stone. y/n stark. he wanted to stop making events like this so familiar. first his parents, then uncle ben. now you. the love of his life, the person he dreamed of marrying. some people see this as an unattainable fantasy because when you are young, they assume you know nothing. but peter was sure. you were supposed to be the one. his endgame. but you were gone.

a hand tapped his shoulder revealing the familiar face of tony stark. seeing him made peter fall apart as tony pulled him into a tight embrace. peter finally let it all out. with his shoulders shaking with sobs and soft cries leaving his breathless lips, peter parker was finally showing his grief.

grief was a fickle thing. it constantly changed. peter had been in such disbelief for the past months you were gone, but now he was trying to bargain with what happened. he gave his suit back to tony, he moved on from being spider-man, and tried living normally. he was trying to change himself for you. but it was hard. it took every amount of effort to bring himself out of his bedroom. the only thing that kept him going was the desire to do things you would want him to do. it didn’t take long for aunt may to take peter to a therapist. they could help him sort out the pain he was holding onto.

“tell me about her.”

“y/n was the perfect example of joy,” peter admitted with a desolate tone. “she was always looking to help anyone before herself. something she got from her dad. her hair always smelled amazing, like a garden almost. she liked to braid it, and stick flowers in it. y/n got the idea from tangled…” he paused, staring at the ground. he had planned a date before you went missing. he was going to take you to a lantern festival. where you could recreate the scene from tangled. peter knew how happy it would have made you. but you were gone. you’d never see the lanterns, you’d never live that dream.

“she had a cardigan… something she found at a thrift store, on the ground without a price tag. it had holes in the sleeves and she chose to patch them up with little stars. it was always too big on her, y/n always wore it with everything. i never saw her without it. she once forgot it when we left for a road trip, made me turn around to go get it for her but i was happy to,” a rare smile came onto peter’s face as he thought about the dimples on your cheek when he had put the cardigan around you. the smile faded,” it was the only thing they found when she went missing. it had blood on it and i know something bad happened.”

“i couldn’t stop it. i couldn’t save her.”

the woman in the chair across from him said nothing, just stared at peter as he avoided her gaze. after a couple moments, she began speaking,” you need to figure out a way to say goodbye to y/n. i understand how hard that may seem, but there are ways. i want you to write letters addressed to her. just start with something normal, you don’t have to address her death in the letter, just make it between you and her. the more you write these. the easier it’ll get to let go. “

peter stared at a blank piece of paper for hours that night. he didn’t know how to start. every time he picked up the pen his hand started shaking and he was too scared to write your name. with a frustrated groan, he jumped onto his bed, face buried in his hands. normally, peter would go to you to talk out his stress, to feel your arms around him but he couldn’t have that now.

that’s when he took notice of your cardigan hung on the corner of his bed frame. he took it into his hands, letting out a sigh. it was the only thing he had left out you. the only part of you that was left behind. so peter put it around himself, pulling his arms into the sleeves. it felt like you had your arms around him again and gave him the boost he had been looking for.

so he wrote:

my love y/n,

i don’t want to talk about you being gone yet, just let me have this moment to tell you the things i didn’t say. you were perfect. you are still perfect. i know that sees unbelievable to you, but every moment i shared with you, i cherished like a child would cherish a new toy.

except i never grew tired of you. you always came with new surprises. whether it was the time i thought you had never watched star wars and you admitted to being one of the biggest star wars nerds there is or the time i caught you crying to rom coms when we were friends, wishing you had that kind of romance. you were a hopeless romantic. mj said you were always looking for a disney prince of your own. i hope i was good enough to earn that title. i hope i gave you your dream love story. because every moment i spent with you was something exhilarating and i ever wanted to pass it up.

i just hope i was enough for you.

peter knew the letter was short, but he couldn’t bear to finish. tears marked the page with scratched out words and messy handwriting. he was supposed to write a letter every day. every day until he was able to say one word. goodbye.

slowly he started getting there. very slowly.

every day he wrote a new letter. they consistently got longer, but there were days it got short. he tried his best to avoid talking about you being gone. sometimes the letters were simple, saying i went to the grocery store for the first time in awhile. i saw your favorite snack and ended up buying it. i never liked it until now. i guess you influenced me so much.

there were harder days though. these days the paper would be stained with tears and may would come into his room and would find him crying. those letters always had the words “i miss you” and questioned why you had to go so soon.

there was only one thing he always did when he was writing these letters. he was always wearing your cardigan. he even began wearing it just around the house or to school. may never failed to notice and would wash it for him to wear the next day when peter forgot. having the cardigan around him made him feel comfortable and safe. almost like you were right with him. he even wore it to his second visit with the therapist, four months after your disappearance

“it’s getting easier to write the letters,” the brunette boy admitted, fiddling with the ends of the sleeves. “i’ve wrote so many already. it’s almost like i can still talk to her, even when she’s gone.”

the woman smiled. “that’s good peter.”

“but remember, the goal isn’t to hold on, you have to let go. you have to say goodbye.”

peter hated the sound of it. he couldn’t imagine a life without you in it, he couldn’t imagine moving on from you because every day he still missed you more than anything.

it took another six months for him to finally write a final letter. ten months after you had disappeared.

my love, y/n,

this isn’t an easy one to write. these past few months have been hell but i’ve rolled with the punches. i just left flowers at your gravestone. chrysanthemums, your favorites. it’s always been hard seeing your name on that stone and not seeing you next to me.

i miss every inch of you, y/n. i miss the feeling of your lips on mine and the tender kisses you’d press on my neck. i miss watching you fall asleep, i miss running my hand over your back while you snored. i miss seeing your beautiful face, the one that never failed to make me smile. every time i see a star wars movie come on, i’m reminded of your constant rants about padmé and anakin’s romance and how badass all the women of star wars are. i even still think about the day i met you. we were just kids, and you pushed over some other little kids for me. i think that was the day i knew you were important. it only just now dawned on me.

and the best part about you was when i felt like an old cardigan, under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite. just like the one you used to always wear.

but i think the one thing i miss the most is just your voice. you always talked me to sleep on rough nights. it’s the same voice that got me through the trials of being a hero, the one that comforted me after hard patrols and nightmares. it was the one that sang ‘i can see the light’ from the lantern scene from tangled everytime we watched it. it’s the one i miss the most and i’d do anything to hear it again, y/n.

but for now, it’s your turn to listen to me. and listen closely. i love you. you were my soulmate and i still think you are. i loved you then. i love you now. and i’ll love you forever. we’ll see each other again, because you always come back to me. you’re my angel. my love. my dream. my soulmate. my darling. the love of my life. we’re meant to be together. i know one day we’ll find each other. and when we do… i’ll never let go of you again.

y/n stark, just do me a favor. keep on being you. wherever you are. i’ll keep on being me. i’ll carry on for you.

so now i just have to say one more word. one more word that isn’t forever because i know i’ll be with you. you’ll come back to me. i’ll come back to you. because loving you is like being drunk under a streetlight. it’s the thrill of living life and some kind of light near you. even without the light being right beside you. being in love with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

so here it is, y/n. here it is.

goodb-

peter was interrupted as he wrote, a hard knock from the door of the apartment. for a second, he waited, but it came again. it sounded urgent by how heavy it was and how frantically the person was knocking. he stumbled out of the chair, leaving the open letter on his desk as he fumbled with the lock. once it opened, peter had begun thinking he was dreaming.

because the person standing in front of the door, was you.

with his jaw slacking, peter rubbed his eyes trying to process what was in front of him. and to think he was about to write the word goodbye, and here you were, back from the dead. his eyes watered slightly as he opened his mouth to speak but no words came. he couldn’t comprehend the fact you were alive. “ y/n… no… how? how are you here? you were dead… this can’t be real.” everything hit him like an oncoming train, he was convinced he was dreaming or hallucinating. was this a test? was this testing him to see if he was actually prepared to say goodbye?

“you thought i was dead?”

this was what brought peter back to reality. he fell to his knees so fast in front of you, the tears falling down without a doubt as sobs left his thin lips, the ones you used to kiss. everything from the past few months came pouring out. “you were dead. everyone gave up and i didn’t want to but i did. i gave up, i failed you. i did the one thing you told me not to do because i was weak. and i couldn’t hold myself together at your funeral…” you knelt down as he sobbed and choked out every word, pulling him to your chest. “i wanted you to be the one to help me, but you weren’t there. you weren’t here to hug me before and i tried holding on for you. i tried and i thought i was never going to get over it and move on and i never did. i never did, y/n ,because i love you and you are the only person who will be constant in my life even if you were to fall out of love.”

“and i wrote you letters. i wrote you so many letters. i was writing one… just before you came… it was the last one, y/n, the one where i was going to say goodbye and now here you are,” peter’s arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.

“you don’t have to say goodbye anymore, pete,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of his head before he finally got a clear look at you. you looked no different than before. you had a a few bruises here and there, but you were alive. peter couldn’t believe just how much time passed and you were still the embodiment of beauty in his eyes.

a smile formed on his face, a dimple showing on his cheek,”i knew you’d come back to me.”

with that, he pressed his lips against yours, a hand moving up to cup your cheek as yours moved to his hair, running your hands through the messy brown curls. your lips were soft, just like they used to be and they tasted just like your favorite cherry chapstick that you used to always use. peter relished in the tender moment, butterflies coming alive in his stomach as he pressed his other hand on the small of your back. you both pulled away gently, eyes still closed with foreheads resting against each other.

“i love you,” you said gently, pressing a kiss to the tip of peter’s nose.

he returned it with his own, murmuring,” i love you more.”

his heart fluttered in the comfortable silence and the air still held the same amount of love and adoration for each other as it did before. peter never wanted to give it up and he never wanted to let it go. with the cardigan still wrapped around his shoulders and your arms around him, for the first time in months, peter finally remembered how it feels to be secure and safe.

you both finally stood up, fingers interlocked and right before you both headed inside, you glanced at peter and asked with a laugh:

“is that my cardigan?”

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch60: Proof Tony Stark Has A Heart.

Intro: Katie bids an emotional farewell to her brother, as the rest of the world pays their respects.

Warnings: “Language!” Major angst- get the tissues ready.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So we’re almost there! One chapter after this plus the epilogue. I can’t thank @angrybirdcr enough for her edits!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 59

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“Hey.” A deep voice roused Katie from her thoughts and she looked up to see Bucky walk into the kitchen wearing a pair of black sweats and a red Henley. “I would ask if you were okay but it’s a stupid question.” “I appreciate the sentiment.” She smiled at him. “Coffee is fresh, just don’t tell Steve I’ve been drinking it. He’ll only bitch and moan about caffeine being bad for the baby.” Bucky smiled. “My lips are sealed.” He moved further into the room, helping himself to a mug from the cupboard before he made himself a drink. He sat down opposite his best friend’s wife and just took her in for a moment. Her long hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and she looked pale and tired. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her and just how much she was going through. Finding out you’re pregnant again, with a baby you lost whilst having to come to terms with the death of your brother, the brother you had long since thought of as a father, couldn’t be easy for anyone.

He took a sip of his drink and leaned forward slightly. “So how are you really feeling?”

She looked at him for a moment before she took a deep breath. “If I’m honest, lost.” She sniffed slightly as her eyes filled with tears. “All my life Tony has been there and the thought now that he’s not, and never will be again.” She wiped at her face, “You know Buck, for the last week I’ve felt like I’ve been in a bad dream but yesterday, getting that message and today, it just makes it so real, so final you know?” Bucky smiled softly and reached over the table to squeeze her hand. “You’ll get through this. I know all things considered we haven’t really known each other that long but I do know you’re made of strong stuff.” “I don’t feel like it at the moment.” “You have to be to put up with Stevie.” He joked, making her give a watery chuckle. “Just remember you’re not on your own.” "I know,” Katie smiled, her eyes brimming with tears, “and Steve’s been amazing, he really has. You all have.” “Yeah, he ain’t bad for a punk.” Bucky smiled making her chuckle slightly as he let go of her hand. “Talking about me again?” Steve’s warm voice hit their ears and Katie glanced up, smiling at him as he leaned on the door frame, arms crossed, the fact he was dressed almost identically to his friend only with a blue Henley made her smile. “Yes.” Bucky nodded. Steve rolled his eyes and pushed off the frame. He crossed the room and dropped a kiss to Katie’s head before his hand gently brushed her face. “It’s early, Doll.” He gently tipped her face to look up at him. “You were so tired last night.” “Yeah I woke about an hour ago and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Steve looked at her for a second, he’d much rather she’d have lay in for an extra hour or so, all things considered but he knew she would be stressing about today so there wasn’t any point in dwelling on it.

“You want any breakfast?” He asked her, dropping his hand back to his hip. “Not really but yes, before you say it I know I have to eat.” “French toast?” He asked and she pondered for a moment. He knew that was her favourite breakfast. And she knew that he knew. “We got any strawberries?” She asked eventually, with a faint smile.

He nodded. ”What’s French toast without the fruit?” “Wait,” Bucky pointed at Steve, “you’re cooking?”

“And?” Steve looked at him.

“The last time I remember you trying to do that you nearly burnt your apartment down and my mom banned you from ever trying again.” He snorted as he looked at Katie. “She insisted on making him food parcels!"

"He’s actually pretty good.” Katie shrugged and Steve preened a little at her praise, flipping Bucky off with a smug grin. “He makes a wicked carbonara but breakfasts are his speciality. Jamie loves his pancakes, says they’re better than mine”

“I had a good teacher.” Steve gave her a wink before he crossed to the cupboard and pulled out the brioche.

“Think I’ll go grab a shower before the kids wake up.” Katie pushed back from the table, her hand falling to her stomach. ”And before this little peanut realises I’m awake and makes me puke my guts up again.”

Steve watched her go before he sighed and moved to the fridge to grab the eggs.

“She’ll be okay, pal.” Bucky assured him “Today’s gonna be hard but she’s got everyone around her.”

“She should be taking it easy.” Steve shook his head. “She had a rough time with sickness and tiredness when she was pregnant with Jamie up until the six month mark and this stress can’t be good for either of them.”

He trailed off as Emmy walked into the kitchen, yawning, pulling her long brown hair into a braid. “Morning, Sweetie, you want some French toast?” Steve asked as she moved to give her dad a hug, still half asleep. She nodded and made an appreciative noise before she turned to grab the orange juice from behind him in the fridge. Pouring a glass she sat at the table and said good morning to Bucky before she picked up the remote.

The three of them instantly looked at the screen when a familiar voice hit their ears. “Tony Stark was a good man.” Secretary Ross was speaking to the journalist “I had the privilege to know him well. He had th-” At that Emmy turned the channel over. “Dick.” She mumbled under her breath. Bucky caught Steve’s eye, the pair of them sharing a grin, Steve choosing not to chastise her for her language.

“Good morning to you too!” Sam grinned as he walked into the kitchen. Emmy looked at him before she chuckled.

“Not you, Ross.” “Ah. Well, no arguments from me there” Sam shrugged, heading to the coffee pot.

“Katie punched him you know.” Steve decided to interject a little bit of light heartedness into the morning. All three of them turned to face him as Sam let out a snort.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Steve raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smile.

“Well, come on Pops, tell us!” Emmy urged.

“It was just after the snap. Katie went with Rhodey to give President Ellis a briefing. She had a disagreement with Ross, and then as she was leaving he made some snarky comment so she gave him a right hook, a pretty good one too according to Rhodey.” Sam and Bucky both exchanged a look, Sam nodding in approval, a grin split across his face. “Nice.”

“You know,” Bucky looked at him, “the more I hear and see of your Missus, the more I think I’m in love with her myself.”

Steve rolled his eyes and started to whisk the obscene number of eggs he had placed in the bowl. By the time he had finished making everyone breakfast, Katie was back at the table in a towel robe, hair damp, having brought Jamie down. No sooner had Steve placed her plate of food in front of her, she was up again, running to the downstairs bathroom to throw up.

“Is Momma sick?” Jamie asked, looking at Steve who smiled at him.

“She’s fine pal, the new baby is just making her feel a little funny, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

Jamie looked back at the door his mom had disappeared through before he picked up his fork and began to dig into the chopped up French toast and fruit that was on his plate.

Katie wandered back in a few minutes later and sat back at the table, pinching the bridge of her nose. Steve watched as she pushed her food around her plate for a bit, before she took a few bites. Satisfied that she was eating something he tucked into his own.

Once breakfast was done the house was a flurry of activity as people got ready. Katie, having already showered, simply had to fix her hair and make-up. She set Jamie’s outfit out for him and Emmy offered to help him dress to give her chance to get herself sorted, which she was grateful for. “Stevie?” Katie asked him as he stood in front of the mirror, doing his tie and he caught her eye in the reflection. “Can you zip me up please?”

She turned round and Steve moved, his fingers softly pulling up the zipper of her black dress before he dropped a kiss to her neck as his arms wrapped around her waist, hands flattening on her stomach.

“No bump yet.” He muttered softly and she smiled.

“I’ll be fat again soon enough.” Her hands fell over his, her fingers lightly tracing over the cool metal of his wedding band.

“I can’t wait.” He grinned as she snorted.

“I swear you have some kind of breeding kink.” “Not as such, I just love you and love the fact my baby is in there.” He pulled her back so she was pressed into him slightly. “I loved the changes I saw last time.” “You’re only hoping my boobs get bigger again.” She teased and he smiled, arching an eyebrow.

“Can you blame me?”

“Captain Bad Ass is a pervert, who knew?” She chuckled before she turned in his arms and straightened the knot on his tie slightly, smoothing her hands down his chest. She took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I’m scared, Steve.”

Instantly understanding he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her back “Don’t be. I’ll be right there okay? It’ll be over soon enough.”

“The funeral might be.” Katie sighed. “But I’m not sure losing him will ever be over.” “You’re right it won’t” Steve agreed, and she looked at him “It’s almost ninety years since my ma died. Okay, granted most of them I was on ice for but she died when I was eighteen. There’s still not a day goes past where I don’t think about her or miss her.”

He brushed a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her bun out of her face and smiled softly. “But it does get easier. I promise you will one day be able to look back on your memories of Tony and be happy that he was your brother and such a big part of your life.”

He placed a gentle kiss onto her lips before a loud shout from the hallway told them the car had arrived. They made their way downstairs and Katie smiled at Jamie who was dressed in a black suit almost identical to Steve’s.

“Look at my handsome, little man.” Katie beamed at him, dropping a kiss to his head.

“Here.” Steve tossed the keys to his Audi to Bucky, who caught them effortlessly in his right hand.

“See you there.” Bucky nodded to Steve who smiled at his friends as they left.

*****

It was busy outside the Cathedral. The surrounding street and road had been shut off and the sidewalks around the temporary barriers were packed with members of the public and press as they all clamoured round. Katie found the whole thing hideous, and her hand tightened on Steve’s as the car pulled to a stop just outside the building.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” She whispered and Steve turned to look at her. She was chewing her lip and shaking slightly. He glanced back at Emmy who was on the row behind.

“Em, take Jamie in okay. We’ll be there in a second.” She nodded. “Come on short stuff.” She smiled at her brother as someone opened the door for them. Jamie looked at his dad for a moment but Steve nodded and he followed Emmy, slipping his hand into hers as they headed into the building, Bucky and Sam both meeting them by the door.

“Give us a second.” Steve spoke to the man who had opened their door and he nodded, gently closing it.

“Look at me.” Steve turned to his wife and she glanced up at him, her eyes wide and frightened. “I know this is daunting, but you just gotta get through this bit. As soon as this is over, then it’s back to the lake house and there’ll be none of this or them around.” He waved his hand gesturing outside.

“I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” His voice was soft, but stern, he knew he had to be to keep her calm. “Baby, you’re the strongest person I know. And you’re not on your own, I got you. If it starts getting too much in there you just let me know and I’ll get you out, I promise, okay?”

Katie took a deep breath and looked at her husband as he gently cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. She had to do this, she had to. And she knew Steve would look after her. With a deep breath she nodded and he dropped a soft kiss to her lips before he turned and opened the door.

The minute she was out of the cars the cameras started flashing and she gripped Steve’s hand even tighter. He moved so his arm was around her, pulling her close, almost shielding her from the attention as he walked purposefully into the Cathedral Grounds, his eyes not once looking round. In a few seconds they were through the gates and mostly out of the way of the public and he felt Katie relax a little as she let out the breath she had been holding when Jamie ran to her, wrapping his arms round her legs.

“Momma, I just met the Priest. He says his name is James too!” “Wow!” Katie smiled down at her son. “Only the best people are called James.” “So that’s me, Uncle Bucky and the Priest!” Jamie ticked them off on his small fingers, beaming at her. She gave a soft chuckle as he slipped his little hand into hers. It wasn’t long before the funeral party arrived, Pepper and Morgan climbing out of the first car with Happy, the Hearst behind carried her Brother’s coffin. Katie smiled as she saw it was adorned with a wreath of greenery and country wild flowers which, in the centre, boasted the first Arc Reactor he had developed, which Pepper had framed for him all those years ago. ‘Proof Tony Stark has a heart’ was engraved on the metal halo surrounding it. It had been Pepper’s idea of a joke at the time, but Tony had insisted on keeping it by his desk ever since she gave it to him.

As Steve, Rhodey, Clint and Happy all stepped forward to take a corner of the coffin each, Bruce moved behind them, one large hand resting on the back. Katie took hold of Emmy’s hand in her spare one, and the three of them followed on behind Pepper and Morgan, heading into the Cathedral as the familiar sounds of ‘Drops of Jupiter’ by Train hit their ears.

Steve’s eyes were already misting over by the time he was halfway down the aisle. Saying goodbye to people you loved never got any easier. And he had loved Tony, as a friend and a brother. He hadn’t been perfect, none of them were, and at times he had really tested Steve’s patience. But he had been a good man. Always doing right by the people he cared about. As they placed the coffin down, he heard Rhodey give a little chuckle and he glanced over at him, puzzled. Rhodey gestured to the picture of Tony that was on the table and as Steve looked at it he couldn’t help but laugh. It was a picture of Tony, giving the thumbs up to someone in what looked like a court room, Rhodey in the back ground, looking utterly exasperated.

“It was a senate hearing.” Rhodey whispered. “He had just goaded Stern into telling him to go eff himself.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Steve smiled, as he moved to stand in the space next to Katie, who had Jamie settled on her hip, Emmy at her other side. He gave her a gentle squeeze around the shoulder and then they were told to sit down.

Katie couldn’t tell you what hymns were sung, despite the fact she had a hand in picking them, or what readings Rhodey and Banner read out. She was in a daze, until the time came (far too soon for her liking) for her to give the Eulogy.

Steve took Jamie off her knee and leaned over “You got this.” He whispered gently, kissing her cheek as she stood up and made her way, chin raised with as much dignity as she could manage, up the four steps to the pulpit.

“You know,” she coughed and cleared her throat, “I agonised for days over what to say here, stood in front of you all, and not to mention the many, many people watching outside. I trashed about fifty different sheets of paper because not one speech I wrote could ever do Tony justice. So, in the end I decided to go with the Stark favoured tradition, the one he started, and wing it.” She took a deep breath as few chuckles rose from the large atrium, and looked out at the heaving Cathedral before she turned her attention to the front three rows which contained the people she loved and knew.

“From the day our Parents died, Tony took on the role of being my brother, my father and my mother, which for a twenty-one year old party animal is no mean feat. Not to mention the fact he had to get to grips with running a company as well. But he did it. And he did it well, I think. I mean I turned out okay, although my kids and husband might have something to say about that.” More chuckles rang out over the congregation and she paused, waiting for them to die down.

“I never wanted for anything as a child. I was incredibly lucky, I had so many opportunities others could only dream of. But if there was one thing Tony taught me, it was that I had to earn it. Ironic, yes given that we had more money than even he knew what to do with, but he made me understand that hard work pays off. And that’s something that has stuck with me always. Everything is earned, bar love. My brother loved me unconditionally, and I him. Even though he was a pain in the proverbial to live with at times.”

Pepper smiled at this and looked down at her hand which was wrapped around Morgan’s. To her right sat Happy who was also smiling. On the row behind them Steve sat with Jamie on his knee and Emmy to his right. He smiled up at his wife encouragingly, his chest bursting with pride at how well she was conducting herself.

“There was no Boarding School for me. After spending most of his Childhood in one, Tony vowed never to do the same to me or any of his kids, and for that I’ll be eternally grateful.” Katie said sincerely, and she was. “I grew up in an unconventional, yet oh so loving environment. Yes, Tony was a party animal, I mean I lost track of the amount of times Pepper had to ‘take out the trash’…”

At that Pepper, Rhodey and Happy all laughed out loud at the little inside joke.

“But he was on the most discreet, until I got a little older that is and it became a running joke between us all. I can’t actually remember him ever introducing me to a serious girlfriend bar Pepper so congratulations Pep, you truly did tame Tony Stark.”

Katie bit her lip slightly as she felt herself wobble at the next set of words that formed in her mind.

“When I was a Kid, to me Tony was fun. He used to wrestle monsters under my bed with the Monster Killing machine, aka the Vacuum. He used to build ridiculous forts in the living room that would remain there for days during school holidays where we would hide out, eat pizza, junk and play games. He took me to Disney Land, to the Beach, to Aquariums, on holidays that were ridiculously elaborate. I was an extremely lucky little girl. But then, when I got older, he stopped simply being my fun bigger brother and became my friend as well. When I passed my driving test we would regularly just go for drives to a Starbucks that was like ten miles away, just so we could spend time on the open road and sing like idiots as loud as we could. He held my hair back whilst I puked up after my first Keg Party aged seventeen. At twenty-one he took me to Vegas for the first time when I had graduated,” another pause and a deep breath, “but then I got older still, and he morphed from being this friend and big brother person into a true father figure and I knew one day he would make a spectacular dad. Something which was proven more recently when he welcomed his own daughter, Morgan into the world”

Steve watched as Katie rubbed her temple with her right hand, her left shifting down to her stomach, and she gave a sharp intake of breath before she looked at him and gave him a soft smile. Jamie waved at her and she wiggled her fingers back before she looked back up and over at the congregation.

“It breaks my heart when I think that he will never see Morgan start school or graduate from college. He’ll never have the chance to embarrass her awfully in-front of her friends in the many, many ways he could. He’ll never be sat, waiting with an Iron Man suit when the first boyfriend makes an appearance. He’ll never walk her down the aisle. All the things he did for me in his role as my father and I feel so guilty to have experienced those moments with him, whilst Morgan will never get the chance. We’ll all do our best to keep his memories alive but, as I know from experience, there’s only so much memories can do.”

And now she was beginning to break, and Steve could see the tears shining in her eyes, even before the first one fell. Her voice was thick when she spoke again.

“What has happened over the past five years in particular just serves as a reminder to us all that life is fragile. The time we have on this Earth is already short and we can’t lose sight of what matters the most. Friends, family, those who know us inside out and still love us all the same.” She paused, swallowing a little as she sniffed. “You know, Steve said something to me before that really struck a chord. Everyone says that time is a great healer, but it isn’t. You just learn to live with the new normal. It doesn’t stop you hurting, doesn’t stop you yearning for the ones you miss, the ones you love. And as long as you still love them, you’ll always grieve for them.”

She wiped at her face with both hands and took a shaky breath, and Steve willed her with everything he had to keep it together, just for the last few words she had to say.

“And we lost two people in our bid to bring everyone back. My brother and Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow. One of the bravest, most loyal, kind and beautiful people, inside and out that I had the honour of knowing. And now I urge you all do something with your second chances so that their decision to give their lives so you could have yours wasn’t in vain. Make the most of the time you have been given, the people that have been returned to you. Grab the opportunities you can, with the people you love. Go on those trips, have that wine, eat that cheeseburger.”

She was now crying freely as she stole herself for her last line, looking at Steve who was handing Jamie over to Emmy and rising to his feet, ready to help her down as he knew she’d be shaky. “Iron Man wasn’t a hero.” Katie shook her head as she looked out over the large Cathedral, her vision blurred from her tears. “It was the man behind the mask. My brother. Anthony Edward Stark- Billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist. Husband, Father, Brother, Friend.”

She stepped back from the podium, taking Steve’s hand shakily as he offered it to her, helping her down the steps.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered softly in her ear, his own voice cracking with emotion as he kissed her temple, steering her back towards their seats. Jamie crawled onto her lap and kissed her cheek and she held her son tight, pressing her face into his soft, blonde hair as she desperately tried to quell the damn of sobs inside her that was threatening to burst out of her chest.

She made it through the rest of the ceremony, her hand tightly gripped round Steve’s but was beyond pleased when it was over. As the sounds of AC/DC ‘Back in Black’ rang around the Cathedral, those who knew Tony exchanged a grin, Jamie even doing a little jig in his dad’s arms as they headed outside.

“That was a beautiful speech.” Pepper smiled to Katie as they reached the courtyard, Steve taking Jamie over to speak to the priest as they boy was insisting. “He’d be so proud, you know that?”

“Thanks.” Katie nodded as she glanced at Morgan who was clinging to her mother’s leg. She had a sudden flashback to how she had done the same to Tony, hung on to him for dear life at their Parents’ funeral. Katie crouched down in front of her niece.

“Hey Moo, how are you feeling?”

“I miss Dad.” She whispered, her eyes watering up.

Katie tried desperately to keep her face from screwing up into a sob. “I miss him too, sweetie, I miss him a lot but you know something?” Morgan shook her head. “He’ll always be with you, with me, in here.” She tapped the spot over Morgan’s heart. “And we’ll have our special memories of how brave he was, how funny he was, how silly he was and how much he loved us all, okay?”

Morgan nodded softly before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her Auntie’s neck.

"But he’s not here.” Morgan whispered and at that Katie did start to cry again as she held Morgan close, looking up and making eye contact with Pepper who was watching the two with a look of pure sadness on her face, her own tears coursing down her cheeks.

No,” Katie took a shaky breath, “he isn’t, and that, well, it just sucks. No one can replace your dad but your mom is here, so am I, Uncle Spangles, Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy. So many people are gonna look after you and love you and keep you safe, I promise you that from the bottom of my heart.”

******

They left the Cathedral and the Media Circus behind, heading upstate to Tony’s lake house home arriving little under an hour or so later. Now, the remaining Avengers plus Rhodey, Happy, Pepper and Morgan were sat in Tony’s living room, as instructed, whilst everyone waited outside for the final part of the day’s ceremony whereby Pepper was going to release the wreath containing the arc reactor onto the lake, only this one would be attended by friends, family and those who had worked with Tony only. No public, no press.

A few people in the room knew what was coming when the helmet’s eye slits glowed with a bright white light, some didn’t. But no one jumped, they were that used to Tony’s theatrics that it didn’t come as a surprise.

A holographic Tony was pictured, sitting the wrong way around on a chair, elbows resting over the back of it and Katie realised he was wearing the same suit he had been wearing in the message he had left for her and Steve.

“So, err, hey!” Tony spoke, a smile flashing on his face. “I’m gonna keep this short, as we all know I don’t really like attention.” At that quiet laughter rang round the room and Steve dropped a hand onto Katie’s shoulder where she was sat on the couch, Jamie sat next to her, his hand wrapped around Morgan’ s.

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time. I’m hoping if you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored.”

Katie reached up and took hold of Steve’s hand where it rest on her shoulder and he gave her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“If there ever was such a thing.” Tony continued, scratching his chin. “God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone, you know, to this extent,” he shook his head, “I mean, I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play.”

Even in the hologram Steve could see the glint in Tony’s eyes, almost portraying the innocent wonder of a child that had discovered something exciting for the first time. “And, for better or worse, that’s the reality Morgan and her cousins are gonna have to find a way to grow up in.”

Tony stilled slightly and his hand wiped over his mouth as he took a deep breath.

“So I thought I’d probably better record a little greeting… In the case of an untimely death,” Tony gestured outwardly with his hand, “ on my part. I mean, not that, death at any time isn’t untimely. This time travel thing that we’re gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's– it’s got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That’s the thing.” Tony’s hand rest against his mouth for a moment, the way it always had when he had been contemplating something before he shrugged and continued. “Then again, that’s the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.”

At that Katie took a shuddering breath and her fingers tightened around Steve’s as Tony got up off his chair and walked towards the camera.

“What am I even trippin’ for? Everything’s gonna work out exactly the way it’s supposed to.” He leaned forward, hands on his knees and smiled, and then somehow his hologram looked directly at her. “To the stars and back.” Before it turned and looked straight at Morgan. “I love you three-thousand.”

The hologram faded, the eye sockets of the helmet died down, and for a horrible moment Katie was reminded of seeing the light of the Arc Reactor going out in Tony’s chest on the battle field, when she had seen the life drain from his eyes. She took a shaky breath and Steve dropped a kiss to the crown of her head.

“He always said he’d be the VIP at his own funeral.” Katie broke the silence as she wiped her tears, laughter breaking through the sniffing as the people in the room wiped their eyes.

“I err,” Pepper cleared her throat, “let’s set the wreath on the lake. Then we can all have a few drinks and make Tony the centre of attention at a party, just how he liked it.”

They made their way outside, Pepper, carrying the wreath in one hand, heading up the line with Morgan followed by Rhodey and Happy, then Katie, Steve and their kids.

They reached the end of the jetty, and Pepper crouched besides Morgan and then she turned to look at Katie. Katie nodded to her, her eyes misting over, before she watched her sister-in-law and niece drop the wreath onto the lake. It landed with a soft splash and began to gently drift away in the wind. Steve stood with his arm round Katie, Jamie balancing on his other hip as he watched the wreath float across the water. Katie lay her head against Steve’s shoulders, allowing her silent tears to fall.

After a moment or two she raised her head slightly to glance at the people stood around, all saying their final good byes. Peter Parker, May Parker, Thor, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Wong, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Janet Van Dyne, Hank Pym, Peter Quill, Nebula, Rocket, Groot, Drax, Mantis, T'Challa, Okoye, Shuri, Clint Barton & his family, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, and Harley Keener who Katie had met in Tennessee. Her eyes narrowed a little as she saw Secretary Ross next but then she instantly felt herself smiling again as she saw Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, and finally Nick Fury.

All people who had in some way or other loved, lived, laughed or fought alongside her brother, and seeing them today made her feel warm, just like she had at Natasha’s service.

Katie smiled as she realised they were the real proof that Tony Stark had a heart. Them, and billions of other people who had been brought back to life thanks to his bravery.

Eventually, in their own time, everyone drifted from the jetty but the Rogers-Stark family remained put a little longer, until the wreath had practically hit the middle of the lake when Jamie announced he was hungry. With a chuckle they all turned back towards the house and where the food was laid out, people already tucking in.

Katie couldn’t tell you how long passed. But she found herself alone, simply watching Morgan and Jamie as they sat with Happy on the porch. She caught the words cheeseburgers and smiled to herself before a deep voice drew her attention.

“Little Stark.” Katie turned and Thor pulled her forward into a strong yet gentle hug “I am so very sorry I couldn’t…” “Stop.” Katie shook her head “There’s nothing to be sorry for. This was his choice.”

“I just wish I could have stopped him that day in Wakanda. Then we wouldn’t-” “Don’t torture yourself Thor.” Katie shook her head, “We’ve all done enough of that for the past five years.”

He sniffed and nodded, before looking out over the lake “I’m going travelling again.” He informed her “Back to space.” “Yeah?” She smiled.

He nodded, “with the Guardians. We can be the-” he paused before he laughed “-the Asgardians of the Galaxy. Yes, I think I will suggest that to them.”

“I’m sure they’ll love it!” Katie grinned.

“I’m going to leave Valkyrie in charge of New Asgard. She doesn’t know it yet but she’s the natural one for the job” He concluded, nodding.

“I’m all for women in positions of power.” Katie smiled. “I’m sure she’ll be great.” “You’ll have to keep in touch with her, take the Captain and the Little Rogers, including the one you have on the way.” Thor looked at her, knowingly.

“How did you-” she began but he cut her off with a chuckle.

“I’m the god of Thunder.” He shrugged simply “Some things are beyond your Earthly senses, but not mine.”

Katie smiled, her eyes flicking down to her stomach. “Bruce brought it back. But we just didn’t think it was right telling everyone, not until the funerals were out of the way.”

Thor nodded. “I understand. Your secret is safe with me.” He gave her another hug before she pulled back, tears in her eyes knowing this was a goodbye.

“You will stay in touch this time, right?” “Of course.” Thor smiled, gently touching the side of her neck in a sign of affection. “Always, Little Stark.”

And with that he turned and headed over the grass to the group of Guardians. Katie turned back to find her kids, but suddenly a wave of nausea overtook her and she sprinted back into the house and into the bathroom.

Meanwhile Steve was stood with Bruce. Neither of them had meant to get into the discussion they were having at the moment but, well, it was inevitable really.

“We have to take them back.” Bruce sighed. “It’s been weighing on my mind for a while now…” “I know.” Steve said, his eyes straying to where Emmy was stood talking to Peter Parker. He turned back to the man and looked up at him. “How long do you think it will be before you can get it running?” “Well, now Hank Pym is back, Scott doesn’t think it will be a problem. A week or so, maybe. They have a Quantum Tunnel we can extrapolate and plenty of particles so, we can even do it in a few different trips if needs be.”

Steve nodded. “Well do what you need to do, once it’s up and running we’ll formulate a proper plan.” Bruce nodded, and was about to speak again until a loud yell caught Steve’s attention.

“Daddy!” Jamie stood up, pointing to the house. “The baby made momma sick again.”

There was a pause as pretty much everyone on the lawn turned to look at Steve who hung his head giving a groan that their three year old had effectively outed them to the entire funeral party.

“Baby?” Bruce’s eyes widened. “You mean, the snap? It…” Steve nodded. “We didn’t want anyone to know, not yet, the funerals.” He sighed “Guess that ship just sailed.” Bruce’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m glad…I concentrated so hard on everything…” “I know.” Steve layed his hand on his arm. “And thank you…but I gotta…” he jerked his thumb towards the house and strode across the lawn, ignoring the questioning looks he was getting. As he did so his son’s face changed from one full of concern to worry.

“Daddy are you mad? Did I do something wrong?”

Steve cursed himself at being so easy to read. “No, buddy, you didn’t.” He crouched down.

“Momma’s sick.” Jamie urged him.

“I know, I’m gonna go find her and make sure she’s okay.” Steve assured him. “You stay here with Happy.”

He headed into the house and up to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door.

“Sweetheart?”

She opened the door and he looked at her, her face was streaked with tears and he sighed. “C’mere.” He opened his arms and she fell into them, his large hands rubbing at her back.

“I wanna go home.” She sniffled. “I’ve had enough, I’m so tired.” “Then we’ll go.” Steve nodded, pulling away slightly to look at her. “And you can sleep as long as you want.”

She sniffed. “Best say goodbye to everyone.” “Oh erm, yeah, you should know, erm, Jamie just told everyone about the baby. He didn’t mean it, but…” Katie let out a soft groan that almost turned into a chuckle as she pressed her forehead against Steve’s collar bone. “To be honest I’m surprised he kept it quiet for so long.” She mumbled and Steve chuckled. “It’s probably my fault” Steve said as she wrapped her arms round his waist. “I told him this morning when you were being sick that it was just the baby doing it so when he saw you run off before he just shouted to me that the baby had made you sick again.” “Well he’s not wrong.” She mumbled, pulling back. She looked up at her husband who smiled at her, his blue eyes soft. “Take me home, Soldier.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He smiled back, dropping a kiss to her forehead.

***** Later that night, the house was quiet. Bucky and Sam had headed off to some bar with Happy and Rhodey. Steve had turned the invite down, he wanted to be at home with his family. They lay in bed, Katie’s head resting on his chest, his hand gently carding through her hair.

“I’ve decided something.” Steve said, kissing Katie’s head.

“What?” She asked with a yawn.

“After the battle, I spoke to Fury. Told him I was quitting, that I didn’t want to be Captain America anymore, and he said that the world still needs Cap and I guess he’s right, it’s an important symbol to America and the world.” “So, you are gonna carry on?” Katie asked, moving so she could look up at him.

“No.” Steve shook his head firmly “I’m done. I’m gonna pass the shield down.”

“Not Bucky” Katie stated instantly and Steve frowned.

“Why do you say that?”

“He’s been fighting for so long.” Katie shrugged. “And you know he’d do anything for you. He’d take that shield if you asked, but that doesn’t mean that he wants it. I just, I dunno, I think he needs to find his own way for a while.” Steve contemplated what she was saying, she was right, of course. She always was. And, if he was honest, he’d gone through the same thought process himself. Other than Sam, Bucky didn’t really know the other Avengers (or what’s left of them) so how could he truly lead them? As Steve knew only too well, trust has to be earned, plus they all knew about his past, as did the public. Even if they were all willing to overlook and forgive it, he wasn’t sure Bucky himself was.

And, to be honest, Steve wasn’t sure his best friend ever would.

“Well that leaves one obvious candidate.” He stated, looking down at Katie. “Sam.”

Katie smiled “Sammy deserves it. He had non self-serving reason to let us in that time we showed up in DC, although he probably had a few second thoughts when a metal arm ripped through his car roof and tore out the steering wheel.” Steve gave a snort as she took a deep breath. “But he never left us. Even after Leipzig. He’s loyal to a fault, a good man and…” “He’s human. Not enhanced.” Steve finished, following her train of thought.

“Exactly. After everything that’s happened I think the American public could use a little ‘normality’, well as far as they can. People will relate to Sam. He’s a natural born leader.”

“And proof that anyone can be a hero.” Steve mused.

“So are you.” Katie looked up at him. “Remember, you’re just a kid from Brooklyn.” Steve smiled at her, and dropped a kiss to her lips before she settled down again. “There is one tiny problem…”

“What?” “Your shield bit the dust, big time.”

“Yeah.” Steve agreed, although he already had a perfectly good plan forming in his mind about where he could get another.

“Mind you, sure T'Challa will be happy to provide enough Vibranium to make him a new one” Katie gave another yawn. “Bruce can sort it in the lab.”

“Yeah.” Steve’s hand began once more running through her hair. He hated lying to her, but he had absolutely no intention of correcting her, or telling her what he was actually planning to do.

He couldn’t, it would kill her.

Steve lay there in his own thoughts, long after Katie had fallen into an exhausted sleep, her body warm against his. He had watched her today. So brave, so strong. She was stronger than he could ever be and it scared Steve just how lost he would be without her, which, as he realised at the Cathedral before, was a reality he was going to have to face at some point.

Seeing Pepper say her goodbyes to Tony had made him suddenly think about what Katie had been saying regarding him not growing old as fast as she did. And there, sat on that wooden bench besides her, surrounded by other mourners, he had realised in a fit of horror that one way or another that he would be in Pepper’s position someday. He would outlast Katie, the serum would see to that. The sudden understanding had hit him like a tonne of bricks, almost making him sick.

And now, after speaking to Bruce before about the next step, his mind was finally made up. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t lose her like that.

What he was going to do instead would kill him, but it was a small price to pay to stave off the heartache he would feel later in life. Captain America was going to take that final mission, to put the stones back where they came from.

And he wouldn’t be returning, for a very long time.

**** Chapter 61

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Man of the House | two

Sam Wilson/fem!Reader, future dark!Bucky Barnes/fem!Reader | 18+

You take the cat in, or did it take you in? And what is that god-awful screech?

► warnings(!): slow burn. eventual dubcon/noncon, eventual choking in future chapters. this is a dark fic.

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a/n: more slowburn. I swear it picks up by next chapter! Sorry for the late update, work has been kicking me. taglists still open.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

Tap. Tap. Tap. The click of kitten heels resounded as you walked, coffee cup in hand, its heat warming your cold fingers. The temperature was getting chillier as the days passed on. The once lush green foliage now no more, their hues of orange turning darker with time. The drab sky and the autumn wind didn’t make it easier, chilling you as they hung above and passed by.

Approaching the porch, you saw the white feline lounging on the steps. Its tail gave the occasional flicker, eyes imploring, as if it has been awaiting for your arrival.

“Mmreow.”

“Why, hello there!” you cooed, bending at the waist as you looked at the cat. “Have you been waiting for me?”

It gave a low murmur in return, rubbing and butting its head between your legs as a reply, leaving fine hairs on your slacks. Looks like you’ve made a new friend in the neighbourhood. A fur-riend, if you will.

“Lucky for you, I’ve brought some stuff,” you shook the bag of cat food in your other hand, smirking as you tempted the feline.

Sniffing the bag, the cat immediately became hyper, running towards the door with its tail swishing in excitement. Frustrated at your lack of movement, it mewled uncontrollably, yelling at you. Snickering, you stepped foot on the porch and set down the bag, fishing for the keys in your pocket. “Okay okay, you’re so demanding. Calm down.”

It zoomed in as soon as you unlocked the door. The fluffball looked like it knew its way around as it never once hesitated, long tail swishing as it went. It might’ve had history with previous tenants if it has been here long enough, including Mr Rogers.

Sensing your lack of presence, it stopped at the end of the hall, looked back and meowed, telling you to hurry up.

“Okay okay, sheesh, I’m coming!”

Entering the kitchen, you prepared the cat food in a bowl. The feline was almost ravenous, clawing at your slacks like it hasn’t eaten for days. That could be the case for strays, you mulled as you set down the bowl.

The house fell silent once more. Only the munching and grunting emanating from the small body the occasional interruption. You relaxed, back facing the countertop behind. Grabbing the nearest fruit bowl, you picked a peach, washed, and munched.

Slumping, you stared ahead, the antique mirror on the opposite wall occupied your vision. It was one of many, inhabiting your house in its intricate frame.

From your position, you could see the window of the back door reflected in the mirror, showcasing a small area of the yard. You felt yourself relax as you observed the fluttering of grass, dancing as they’re caressed by the autumn wind.

Sam had left in the morning, his work and apartment calling him, before you could be reunited at the end of the week. You missed him, but you enjoyed your solitude when it came, which wasn’t often. For now, it seemed you had a new companion to keep you company.

Munching on a peach, you divert your attention to the cat, watching as it ate eagerly. Humming, you had an idea.

“How about we call you Peaches?” you threw it out loud, “What do you think?”

The cat continued munching, not a care in the world. Well, you weren’t expecting much reply from a cat anyway.

“Peaches, it is then,” you hummed. Reaching down, you scratched it by the scruff. It had an immaculate coat for a stray, especially for a white cat. You found it surprising. “Let’s get you microchipped and vaccinated tomorrow, hmm?”

Leaving the feline to its own devices, you headed upstairs, dying for a post-work shower.

The blue bathroom tiles greeted your feet with their coolness. Natural light basked in through the lone window, bouncing on the walls as they illuminated the space. The clawfoot bathtub caught your eyes, its sight calling towards your fatigue body, demanding you take a dip.

Towel in hand, you stepped further into the bathroom and shut the door, shedding your clothes as you went. As you were busy pulling at your socks, something caught your attention.

The toilet seat was left up. This irritated you, terribly. You’ve always reminded Sam to put it down after he was done, and he was getting the hang of it too. Seemed like he needed another reminder.

You huffed as you shut the lid, unaware of the passing shadow beneath the door.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

“Mrreow mrreow.”

“Yes yes, we’ll get back soon,” you replied, eyes on the road. “I need to get a few stuff for dinner.”

Peaches had been whining throughout the entire car ride back and forth. In the morning, she seemed hyper yet nervous being in a moving vehicle for the first time. She wouldn’t stop chittering at everything she saw, pawing at the windows as the scenery flew by. The ride back was far more peaceful as she was confined in a cat carrier bought at the clinic. That didn’t stop her chittering though, Peaches was a talkative cat.

A day at the clinic proved fruitful as you administered Peaches her first vaccine. She whined, but didn’t retaliate, taking it like a champ. A general checkup showed she was fit as a fiddle. Further checking revealed she wasn’t microchipped, proving her a stray of the area. You were more than happy to call her yours.

Putting the gear into park, you exited the car, leaving a smidge of space on the passenger window for Peaches.

“I won’t be long,” you reassured her, tapping the window.

The mini market was located among the row of shops in the quaint town, a five minutes drive from the house. It was a cozy family establishment nestled in the corner next to a hardware store, small but sufficient for the tiny population.

The shift in temperature was apparent when you stepped inside. An elder woman greeted you from behind the counter, her smile warm, clashing with the cold fall weather. Beside her, a teenager sat at the cash register, absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine. You returned the greeting with a smile and took a basket. This would mark your first appearance after the move into the neighbourhood.

Inside, the aisles were stocked but they were devoid of customers other than yourself. It seemed like a slow day.

Taking your time in the produce aisle, you took what you needed for tonight’s dinner, thinking of a few easy stir-fry recipes at the top of your head. You passed by the pet food area, taking a few snacks for Peaches. She deserved a treat after an exhausting day.

Bringing your basket to the counter, the teen started ringing up your items, face impassive, bored with the mundane task.

“Would you like some plastic bags?” the cashier asked, her voice drawls.

“Yes, please.”

Eyes downcast, you swayed on the heel of your boot as you waited for your groceries. The rhythmic tapping calmed you. Tap . Tap . Tap .

“Are you new here, dear?” a soft voice chimed.

Looking up, you saw the older lady had approached the front, facing you. She was a short woman, grey hair fixed neatly in a bun, with oval glasses perched on her nose. Her smile never wavered, motherly in a sense.

“Yes, I just moved here a few days ago,” you answered, straightened. “I live on Gardenia Street, in the old white house further down.”

Your answer shocked the cashier, halting her movement, unbeknownst to the two of you. She immediately composed herself and resumed before anyone could take notice.

“Oh, old Steve Rogers’ place? That’s a lovely house,” the elder beamed, a faraway look on her face. “I remember when he and his wife used to host dinner parties back in the day. Peggy was always a magnificent host, and Steve was equally charming in a silent way. They never had children, those two. It was always just them.”

“When Peggy passed, it hit him hard,” she continued, her eyes turned somber. “Living in a large house by himself, it was probably difficult. I hope he found peace by moving away.”

You didn’t know how to answer, her latter statement left a heavy atmosphere hanging. It was sad to know Mr Rogers’ reason for not living in the house, at the same time it felt you were intruding into your landlord’s personal matters.

Trying to escape the unease, you tried steering the conversation away, awkwardly, “He’s a very attentive landlord, I’m glad to have gotten him as one, honestly. He’s really nice.”

That seemed to do it, for a small smile returned to her face.

“I’m glad to hear it, dearie,” she said, handing your groceries from the cashier. “Stay safe, and if you hear any rumours, just know that the youngsters here like to pull pranks all the time,” she laughed.

Curious, but not wanting to press, you took your bags and paid. You bid the old lady a farewell and rushed to your car, remembering Peaches was still inside.

“Mrrreow.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m here,” you greeted, turning the ignition. “Sorry it took awhile, bought you some treats to make up for it.”

Before you could reverse out of the parking lot, a series of knocks came on your window. Looking to your left, you saw it was the teen cashier. She gestured for you to roll down your window, her hands frantic.

“Did I leave something behind?” you asked, rolling down the window a bit.

“No, nothing, it’s all fine. I’m just here to warn you,” she said, peering through the small gap you rolled down, eyes frenzied. “You should get out of that house while you still can.”

Ah, this must be what the elder woman meant. Another one of those spooky stories.

“My grandma thinks it’s all crap, but trust me, that house ain’t what you think it is,” she finished, her eyes turning into slits.

“No, thank you. I like that house, thank you very much.”

Brows furrowed, she scoffed, “Last Halloween, me and a couple of friends went there as a dare. I swear to God, we saw a man walking through the house in the dark. I’m not making this shit up!”

“I’m sure you did,” you replied tersely. “Now, is that all? I have somewhere to be.”

Moving away from your vehicle, the teen glared at you, eyes hard. You reversed out of the parking space, watching the girl in the rearview mirror get smaller and smaller as you drove away. She never ceased her gaze, staring until your car disappeared.

Watching you drive away, she whispered beneath her breath, voice carrying into the wind.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

—

This afternoon’s interaction left you weirded out. You heeded the older woman’s advice, shutting down any outrageous stories concerning your new home. Especially from kids who trespass other people’s property in the name of dares.

Downing the last bit of tea —courtesy of your landlord— you headed upstairs, getting ready for bed.

Turning in, you shut the bedside lamp off, plunging the room in semi-darkness; the moonlight from the balcony was the only source of luminance.

Forgetting about the day’s events, you closed your eyes, falling into a dreamless slumber.

...

Screeeech!

A sudden noise awoke you. Loud and clear, like nails on a chalkboard. Like a high-pitched shriek, before fading away into nothing.

With bleary eyes, you snatched your phone from the bedside table. It read 3:25AM. Too early.

Too exhausted to comprehend, you fell asleep once more, deafened to the outside world.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖

The blaring of the phone’s alarm woke you up, its buzzing reverberating. Groggy, you sat up, feeling sated yet still sleepy. Either yesterday’s events were really draining, or the tea really did its trick.

Eyes still heavy, something caught your senses. You sniffed a few times, detecting a scent. Woody, sooty. The scent of a burnt wick perhaps, except it clouded every part of the room. It was familiar.

Taking in the room, nothing seemed amiss. Nothing seemed burnt, nor faulty. No chewed up wires. No spilled perfumes. Yours sat neatly on the vanity, not a single drop vanished.

The closet was the same, nothing seemed burnt as you checked. The bedside lamps and sockets were working well, no burnt fuses. You were beginning to think something might’ve happened when you awoke last night. You were starting to get paranoid.

Opening the bedroom door, nothing seemed different in the hall. Only, the scent stopped there, confined to only the bedroom. Going back in, you threw the balcony door open, hoping to air out the scent. Pleased, you left to get ready.

As soon as you left the bathroom, Peaches was in the bedroom, sat by the foot of the bed. Blue eyes clear and imploring, watching as you dressed. You wondered what goes on in her head at times.

“Come on, let’s eat,” you called, closing the balcony doors before leaving the room. Peaches trotted behind, not before giving one last glance towards the bed, or rather, what was beneath it.

—

A surprise came for you after work in the form of Sam Wilson. A bouquet of white roses and baby breaths in hand, he whooshed into the clinic dramatically with his signature toothy smile. Acting as if he was the hero of a rom-com, confessing to the heroine in front of an audience to demonstrate his undying love. To prove your point, you swore you heard the receptionist sigh.

“Dr Hottie, I presume?”

Amused, you decided to play along. “O Samuel, wherefore art thou Samuel?”

“A surprise for milady,” he proclaimed. “As payment, I require one kiss from thee.” Receiving the bouquet, you sealed the deal with a peck.

Embarrassed by the numerous pair of eyes, you took Sam’s elbow and steered him towards the entrance. This wasn’t his first surprise visit here, but you preferred the affection without the attention.

“Samuel, where is thy chariot?”

“Tony drove me here, I took the bus to work today,” he explained. “He asked if you wanted to back out of the bet, said he’ll understand.”

You grinned, tossing Sam your keys. “Tell him I’m not about being a sore loser.”

You both drove off, with Norah Jones soft falsetto accompanying in the background. The passing scenery lulling you both, soaking in each other’s presence.

As minutes passed, you began to think about yesterday’s events and what they entail. The older woman and her teenage grandchild. The teen whose stare pierced, never wavering. Her tale, which when you think about it, could’ve held some truth. The supernatural seemed like a far reach, but it didn’t mean there weren’t other possible explanations for the truth.

The more you dwelled on it, the more it didn’t make sense. Until you thought about what awoke you last night. It sounded like a high-pitched scream but at the same time it wasn’t.

Glancing towards Sam, you thought about how to bring it up to him. It could be nothing, and you hoped it was nothing.

“Hey baby,” you started. “Can I ask your opinion on something?”

“What is it?” he hummed, giving you a glimpse.

“Last night I heard something like a high-pitched shriek? It was like ‘eeeeh!’, like a firework before it goes off,” you described, gesturing. “It woke me up, but I don’t think it happened inside, it sounded distant. Do you have any ideas what it might be?”

Giving a low hum, he started tapping the wheel, thinking. “Your house has a speed bump in front, right?”

“Huh-uh,” you confirmed, confused.

“Some old cars when they hit the brakes, they produce this loud screeching sound,” he explained. “Here, let me demonstrate.”

Approaching a speed bump on the road, Sam slowed down and pressed the brakes. A loud squeal was emitted, short yet piercing. It went by fast as it came.

“Like that, except it could be louder for cars without maintenance.”

You nodded. In your heart you knew it wasn’t the same, but you let it go.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩

“Baby!” Sam hollered from across the hall. “Have you seen my razor?”

Pausing your mascara, you called out, “No, I haven’t! Did you check the cabinets?”

Sam had stayed the night, accompanying you. He held you through the night, limbs tangled in the sheets. He could never keep away for long. Always coming back.

“I did, I swore I left it on the sink last time,” he said, standing by the door with his arms crossed, a towel the only garment protecting his dignity. “Maybe, just maybe… It’s the ghosts! Wooo,” he booed, lips exaggerated in an ‘o’, fingers wiggling in the air. You rolled your eyes at his antics.

“Hurry up, I have to drop you off at the bus stop or you’ll be late,” you grumbled, returning to the task at hand. Sam cackled.

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Friday nights were always movie nights at your abode. It was a sacred tradition between you both, unless prior engagements were made.

Sam would come over with take-out and drinks while you prepared the popcorn and blankets. Tonight, you both decided to take it up a notch; a blanket fort in the parlour with rose petals scattered, courtesy of Sam.

Your boyfriend had brought his speakers, setting them up beside the coffee table the laptop was perched. Both the chesterfield sofas were brought closer, acting as the foundation for your canopy. It was quite the set-up.

“Caramel or salted?” you got up, moving towards the entryway of the dining room.

“Caramel baby,” he replied, making a face. “Who eats salted? Those are nasty.”

Too used to his antics, you moved to the kitchen to heat up the kernels. While waiting, you began hearing faint scratching. You turned to check. It became distinct when you entered the hallway, slowly creeping, ultimately leading you to the basement.

Feeling a sense of familiarity, you pushed the black door. What greeted you was Peaches in the inky darkness.

“How did you end up in here again?” you grumbled, exasperated. This was becoming a recurring occurrence. “What do you have in your mouth?”

Trotting up the steps, exiting the basement, Peaches dropped an item by your feet before scurrying away. You heard a hiss, followed by Sam’s screech. Peaches must’ve found him.

You leaned down to check what she brought up. It was Sam’s razor.

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That night, as you lay next to Sam under the canopy of the fort, a distant rumbling stirred you. Followed by a loud screech. It lasted for a second, but it was enough to arouse you.

“Sam, did you hear that?” you whispered, shaking your partner.

“What what?” he mumbled, still sleep laden.

“The screeching sound.”

Sam never opened his eyes, he only snuggled closer. “T’was probably cars. Go to sleep,” he mumbled, dozing off once more.

You didn’t have the energy to wake him again, knowing it was futile. Silencing all your doubts, you closed your eyes and let sleep take you. With the lingering thoughts of how the noise sounded nearer, pushed to the back of your consciousness.

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apocalypseornaw · 4 years ago

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Ending/Beginning

For the enemies to lovers square on @girl-next-door-writes make me feel bingo

Inspired by the show revolution (sort of) y'all I'm nervous AF to post this cause it's reader x OC but i hope y'all like it

Word count: 10,247 it long

Warnings: Cursing, violence

The apocalypse, the end of the world. Everything as it was known coming to an end. No matter how you wanted to describe it that time was now. You never would’ve dreamed that the end of the world wouldn’t have been fire or ice. No the world ended a lot quieter than that. No dead rose, no monsters crawled out of hell. Electricity simply went away, all the power sources that ran everything went off grid. You watched as the world slowly plummeted into turmoil. You had your group, all of you would fight to the death for each other, you believed that somehow humanity could survive the problem was not every group believed as yours did.Good and evil, things that at one time had clearly been black and white were now washed in shades of grey.

You were on guard duty, walking the length of the walls that surrounded the compound you called home. A team had left a few days before and had yet to return. You were getting more anxious as the days drug on. You finally spotted movement towards the east and ran quietly along the wall so as to not bring any alert to anyone walking below. When you spotted the group missing some of its main members breach the treeline you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach double in size. “OPEN THE GATES” you screamed quickly climbing down the ladder running the moment your boots hit the dirt to meet the horses as they came inside. “Where are they?” you asked Sam before he ever got the chance to dismount. Your eyes flicked across the group that were with him clocking the injuries on each person, Sam included. You’d grown up with the Winchesters brothers, all three of you practically being raised by Bobby They were the closest thing to family you had and Dean’s absence along with Charlie’s and Garth’s was glaringly obvious to anyone.

“We were ambushed. They took them and left a message for Bobby” he explained coming to stand next to you before handing his horse off to someone else so they could see to it that the animals all of you had come to rely on was taken care of. “Which is?” you pushed but he glanced around at the growing crowd “Not here, come with me” you followed him through the compound not falling behind despite his height advantage on you. You had a feeling what fate had befallen your friends and the rage gnawing at you was growing larger every second that passed.

When Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you into Bobby’s quarters he glanced up from cleaning a gun and smiled when he saw the two of you but his face quickly fell when he realized Dean was not in tow and that Sam had visible injuries. “What happened?” he asked and you cut your eyes at Sam silently echoing the same question. “Kaper’s men. They found out about the power core” “SON OF A BITCH” you growled kicking a chair across the floor.

Josiah Kaper was about the furthest you could get from Bobby as a leader went. Where Bobby was trying to push for a way for humanity to somehow dig itself out from under the shit show that had developed in the world Josiah wanted nothing more than to find a way to benefit from it.

He had three sons David the oldest who from your run-ins with him honestly didn’t want to be associated with his father’s name he’d even helped you out of a tight spot years back when everything started falling apart in the world. Then was the middle son Jonah who was ruthless and heartless. You had a scar running the length of your left arm from the only run-in you’d ever had with him. Had Dean not been so quick on the trigger you wouldn’t have walked away, a few members of your group hadn’t. Dante the youngest son who was closest to your age you’d never had any run-ins with but this attack was personal. Bobby wanted the power core to develop a better hospital system. You’d lost a few people simply for the fact that without any power source the doctors you had didn’t have the equipment they needed to perform some surgeries. Not to mention having to stay off the radar of the militia, didn’t want any of them getting it in their heads that your group had anything they may want.

Dean had figured out a few alternatives but even the best mind couldn’t solve everything on it’s own. Josiah on the other hand, you could only imagine what he wanted with the core.

“Give me a team, we’ll get them back without having to deal with Josiah” You spoke without a second thought. Either of the three they’d taken would come for you so you owed it to them. “What’s your plan?” Bobby asked so you shrugged “They know I’m one of yours, same as Sam and Dean. Makes a bullseye on me so I play decoy while my team locates and releases Dean, Charlie and Garth” “And if they manage to get their hands on you too?” Sam questioned so you shot him a wink “Oh ye of little faith. Don’t worry Sammy they’ll never get close enough to lay a finger on me” Bobby stared you down for what felt like an eternity before nodding “Ok but sweetheart do me a favor?” “Yes sir?” you asked so he half smiled “Make it back in one piece”

"I'm coming with you" Sam spoke and you shook your head motioning to the visible marks on him "No you're gonna go to medical and get checked over. I'm going to go poke around and see if the ones I have in mind for this are up to it, I have no doubt they will be but I still give them the courtesy of asking"

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You knew Alicia and Max would be at the front of the line to volunteer to go as soon as word spread. They had long since been your best friends and considering Charlie was Alicia’s girlfriend there would have been no leaving the twins behind even if they hadn’t been on your top pick to go.

Kevin and Claire were easy picks as well. Kevin, that damn kid you swore could blow up a mountain with some baking soda and vinegar. As fair as for Claire there hadn’t been a lock you met she couldn’t get through fast and easy. Rounding out your band of misfits as Bobby so lovingly called you all was Benny. He was a big dude, a damn good fighter and not scared of a lot.

“So what’s the plan?” Sam asked looking at the map you’d spread out across the table in his and Eileen’s quarters. “I know Kaper and I know Dean. If they’re managing to actually hold him, Garth and Charlie, it's gotta be here” you pointed to a building near the northern wall of Josiah’s compound. “The problem is where as we as a group try to steer clear of the militia, he supplies them with pretty much anything they want to look the other way on him pilfering anything he can from the old power sources that’s been uncovered where the rest of us are barely scraping” “So you’re looking at the possibility of heavy firepower” Eileen guessed and you nodded glancing up to make sure you were facing her as you spoke “That’s where I come in. I draw their fire so to speak here” you pointed to the end of the compound furthest from the building you suspected your people were being held in. “By yourself?” she questioned and you knew she didn’t like your plan anymore than Sam or Bobby had. “I’ll be fine Eileen. I promise. By the time they realize I’m there everyone else will be in position. Once they have our people I’ll draw them out further and chunk a few of Kevin’s presents out amongst their ranks just to stir some fun up”

“And if something happens to block your path back around to meet up with everyone else?” Sam asked so you shrugged nonchalantly “Well I can honestly say I will make em earn it and I fully expect the lot of you to give em hell in return” “You’re insane” Eileen reasoned and you smiled at her “That, my dear is part of my charm!”

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Kaper’s compound wasn’t set up much differently than the one all of you lived in, the only difference being where when your compound was first established you went for the comfort of the many while it was clear Josiah went for the comfort of himself. His people had well enough living quarters but the building in the center was twice as plush as everyone else’s and while there were guards on their walls the same as yours he also had guards in front of his quarters.

The cement building against the northern corner of the wall was where they kept prisoners. There had been more than one scouting mission around Kaper’s compound to have a basic understanding of what was where. Luckily for your group there was a series of caves not far from the compound that could offer you shelter off the main road while you strategized one final time before actually putting your plan into action.

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You tied your horse Helios at the head of the cave then walked deeper in where Benny had built a low fire. He was crouched down looking at the map you’d gotten Alex to sketch out. “Tell me this plan one more time” You could feel the twins and Claire watching you when Benny spoke. Kevin was doing some final touches to his part of the plan so he was preoccupied. You squatted next to Benny and pointed towards the prisoner quarters.

“That’s where they’ll have Dean, Charlie and Garth” he nodded so you then pointed towards the eastern gate that was closest to Josiah’s quarters “I’m going to get their attention here, draw the main guards out. I’ll use a few of Kev’s low grade toys so as to cause more chaos than actual loss of life, just enough to make everyone look at me. In the meantime all of you will head in over here” you pointed towards where the western and northern wall met “There’s a weak spot unless they’ve fixed it in the last month which I seriously doubt. Even if they did, Kev has a corrosive to make a hole big enough for all of you to slip in, find our people and get the hell out” “Promise me one thing though darling?” he asked so you tilted your head to look at him “Name it Lafitte”

“If something goes south where you’re concerned wait for me at the gate because the moment Dean finds out I agreed to let you do this I won’t be far behind” You offered him a small smile “Oh come on now he won’t kill ya” he raised an eyebrow that was clearly a nonverbal way of disagreeing but Kevin walked over about that time and handed you a canvas bag “The pipe bombs won’t cause a lot of damage but if you get in a tight spot grab a few of the round ones and chunk em. They’ll take out anything within a ten foot blast zone” You thanked him then stood up and glanced around. Claire held your gaze for a moment while both twins gave you a sharp nod “I’m not one for rousing speeches so I’ll just say wish me luck and remember if all else fails give em hell and make em earn it”

Claire rolled her eyes “Christ Y/N, Dean gives better pre-fight speeches than that!” you shrugged “And that is why I’m going to get him back”

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You stopped at the perimeter of the treeline that was your last bit of cover before the guards would spot you. You and Benny had agreed on a five minute mark to make sure they were in place. You pulled the old wind up pocket watch out of your jeans and glanced to see it had been exactly five minutes. Well now or never.

You clicked your tongue and Helios trotted forward. The guards spotted you the moment you left the cover of the trees and hollered “STOP THERE. WHAT’S YOUR BUSINESS?” you stopped but slid your hand into the canvas bag “I CAME TO DELIVER A MESSAGE” you lit the first pipe bomb and chunked it over the wall. It landed at the first guard’s feet causing him to topple backwards down to the dirt.

The guards and inhabitants of the compound went into a flurry of motion so you rode down the wall throwing just enough pipe bombs over to ensure every guard was paying attention to the “threat” at the eastern wall and not the rescue party at the northwestern wall.

Once the gates opened and guards started pouring out, some on foot but most on horseback you lit one more pipe bomb and threw it in their general direction before hollering “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN ASSHOLES” then clicked your tongue again gently kicking Helios' sides as she took off at a gallop for the trees hearing the shouts of the guards following you. ‘Good keep all your eyes on me’ you thought to yourself as you leaned down closer to Helios to avoid limbs that were threatening to whip across your face as you rode deeper into the woods.

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Benny and Claire had told you they didn’t need longer than eight minutes to get in, find your people and get out. Of course playing a game of solo mouse versus about twenty guards who were the cats was easier said than done.

Helios went around a tree and muscle memory alone was the only thing keeping you on her back. You fumbled for the watch again and saw six minutes had passed. Christ you still had two more minutes to keep them close enough that they would stay in pursuit but far enough that they couldn’t catch you.

You were getting close to the lake that was nearby so you headed in that direction. You had two pipe bombs left in the bag and two of those round ones for a tight spot as Kevin had put it. When you got close to the water’s edge you slowed her enough to let the guards catch up slightly and muttered a prayer under your breath before throwing one of the round ones into the water’s edge then kicked her sides again. She tore out in a gallop and you could feel the water from the blast hit your back followed by a lot of cursing. From the sounds of it you hadn’t killed anyone but you’d discouraged their chase and hopefully disoriented them enough that by the time they got back to the compound the smoke would have cleared.

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Dark was falling and they’d never attempt to go after all of you once it fell completely. You had the advantage, your people were more used to the dark than Kaper’s because you only used the power sources you had sparingly. Your plan was to double back around to the caves where everyone was waiting for you. Benny was under strict orders that if you weren’t there within ten minutes of them arriving to knock Dean out if need be to make him leave you behind.

You didn’t expect to see a lone rider waiting not far from the lake. You thought your eyes were playing tricks on you when the large black horse first moved, thinking it was a trick of the light and a shadow. A horse that size shouldn’t move that quietly.

You clicked your tongue and tugged the reins in the opposite direction but when Helios pitched the other way the black horse simply gave chase. Shit who the hell was that? You could hear your heart beating in your ears. You had no choice but to lead whoever it was away from your people. There was no telling the shape everyone was in considering if they managed to keep those three contained they may have even gone to the extent of drugging them.

You had to slow when you got into the thicket of the woods because in the lowering light you could barely see where you were going. You felt something hit your left shoulder hard a half second before you were falling from Helios trying to brace yourself against the shock of the fall. You grunted when you hit the dirt then rolled to be in more of a defensive posture. You could hear the other horse slow before the sound of boots hitting the dirt hard met your ears.

You clicked your tongue trying to get Helios to circle around but before you could get back onto her you heard someone say “I’ll be damned, a woman did all that?” you spun to face the voice and cursed when you saw the gun pointed loosely in your direction. He was a couple inches taller than you, nice athletic built and clearly a fighter. There was still enough light you could make out the bit of stubble gracing his jaw line and the way his eyes held you made you fight the urge to look away. There was something vaguely familiar about him.Hell had he not been pointing a gun at you and from Kaper’s group you would’ve called him attractive but at the moment he simply had a target on him for you to figure out how to get out of this spot with both of you still breathing.

“And to think we’re called the weaker sex?” you replied with a defiant tilt of your head despite the fact that his gun was out and pointed and yours was still resting at your lower back. He chuckled slightly “You’re one of Singer’s. Y/N isn't it?” you smiled and held your arms out “How can you say that for certain that I'm not just simply a thief that happened along at an opportune time?” “Because I know for a fact that Dean Winchester along with two more of Singer’s group was in our grasp”

It suddenly hit you why the man across from you looked vaguely familiar “You’re Kaper's other son” he nodded slowly “Dante Kaper at your service sweetheart” You narrowed your eyes at him “Stow the sweetheart bullshit. I’ve got a scar from your brother and I was one of the lucky ones that day. I know the type of man you are” He nodded then motioned to his horse with the gun in his hand “Well in that case why don’t you hop on up there?”

“Kill me first, that’s the only way” He reached out to grab your arm and you let him because you knew getting close enough was your only chance of getting free. He pulled you back against his chest “I don’t want to hurt you but the same way that your people hate mine, you just blew up half our wall and knocked most of my guards on their ass” “Oh well” you muttered before throwing your elbow back as hard as you could at his midsection and was rewarded with the sound of his gun being dropped to the dirt as a grunt left him “Should’ve known it’d be a hand to hand thing”

You spun around to face him and narrowly avoided his return blow. You swung on him but he caught your arm then swept your legs out from under you when you went down you managed to kick your leg out as soon as your back hit the dirt and it connected with his leg. “Son of a bitch” you groaned, pushing yourself to your feet. You started to make a run for it but Dante recovered faster than you would’ve hoped. He was on his feet and grabbing you before you could make it two steps.

The moment he spun you around to face him you swung and connected a solid punch to his jaw. He staggered just a moment then kicked out and managed to connect with your stomach. You went with the blow letting your own momentum take you down. You were counting on his arrogance being his downfall and that proved to ring true when he came to stand over you “Guess you can’t hang with the men huh sweetheart?” “Don’t you wish” you replied, kicking out hard to catch him dead center in the crotch. The moment he went down to his knees you took off running and whistled for Helios. She came running up so you hoisted yourself onto her back “Let’s go” she galloped away and you could barely hear the hollered curses from Dante as he faded from your sight.

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When you got closer to the caves you checked the time that had passed and cursed under your breath. God if they had to knock Dean out to get him to leave you behind it was going to get really messy when he came to.

You slowed Helios down to a trot and whistled the tune you and Benny always used when you were on the same team. After a few seconds you heard the whistle repeated so you urged her forward.

You hopped down at the head of the cave and saw the other horses tied up. You tied her next to Claire’s horse then walked into the cave entrance. The moment you came into view you were snatched into a hug from Charlie. “Y/N!” you couldn’t help but smile at seeing her mostly unscathed. There were clear signs of the fight when they’d been taken but beyond that it appeared as though Kaper hadn’t attempted to torture them. You’d gotten there before that point.

Once she released you Garth was there slapping your hand in a high five “Now that’s what I call a rescue mission ma’am!” you winked at him but your smile quickly fell when Dean stepped away from the corner where he’d been talking with Benny. Your eyes skimmed across him clocking the cut over his eye, the bruising on the side of his face and just how bloodied his knuckles were “I call that insanity. What the hell were you thinking?” you grimaced slightly at his tone bracing yourself before saying “I call that pulling your ass out the fire, same as you’ve done for pretty much all of us”

He studied you for a second before a grin split his face and he pulled you into a hug “Kid you are completely insane but damn I would’ve loved to see Kaper’s face when those pipe bombs started going off” you touched your stomach where you caught a boot from Dante and Dean tracked your movements with his eyes “What happened?” Benny who had been silent stepped up behind you and when he touched your left shoulder it was only then that you realized the branch that had knocked you off Helios had torn through your jacket and shirt. “I officially met Dante Kaper”

“Did you kick his ass?” Max asked and you shrugged “I’d have to say that meeting was fifty, fifty. I got away from him because he underestimated me and got kicked in the family jewels as a reward for it” Alicia covered her mouth as she laughed “In that case I’d say you won it” You glanced around eyeing the lot of them. Out the rescue team from the looks of it none of them had even been in a fight. Benny’s knuckles weren’t even bloodied. Kevin was a little windblown but that was because he’d been at the forefront of any explosions they’d set off. “All of us are in one piece and can make it home. I call that a win”

Ninety percent of the time you tried your best to abide by what few rules were in place. You as one of Bobby’s surrogate kids had to be on your best behaviour to show everyone else in your compound that all was treated equal but when a meeting was being held to arrange an escort to Denver for a supply run to the encampment there and you weren’t invited it more than pissed you off.

You stood in front of the meeting room door for several minutes trying to talk yourself out of what you were about to do. It didn’t work of course. You started to walk away then said screw it and shoved the door open. Bobby,Sam, Dean,Benny and Jody were sitting around a table marking the route off. “Took her longer than I thought it would” Benny admitted with a nod to Dean.

Jody raised an eyebrow at you “Y/N? Bobby said you weren’t feeling too well” you cut your eyes at Bobby who shook his head “Don’t even start kid. You know you can’t go on this run” “Why not? When have I suddenly become persona non grata?” “When you went a few rounds with a Kaper” Dean answered for Bobby.

You barked out a harsh laugh then drew the chair from next to Sam and sat down “Then I guess you nor Charlie nor Garth is going on this run either then? Because while they didn’t see the crew that busted you out they know you got out”

Sam sighed and turned slightly in his chair to face you “Still turns back around to you Y/N. Since they in fact didn’t see the crew they probably assumed you set some sort of timer to bust the whole in the back wall before getting their attention on the front. Them taking the three of them goes against the agreement set forth by the militia so they can’t exactly report it but they more than likely have a grudge against the person who blew half their wall up and knocked most of their guards and one of Kaper’s sons flat on his ass” You leaned forward on your elbows and glanced around the table.

Dean and Benny immediately shared a look from the expression on your face and Bobby closed his eyes with an exasperated sigh before you ever spoke “So you’re telling me that lil ol me gets the credit for pulling off a rescue mission, destroying their over the top wall that wasn’t even very functional to begin with and kicking Dante’s ass all on my own. Hmm sounds to me like I need to go along Kaper’s men may think twice about messing with the crew if they spot me with them”

“If we don’t let her go we all know either she’ll saddle Helios and follow us anyways or get into something worse” Dean finally said and Jody winked at you “Well you boys may need some backup” “Don’t encourage her!” Bobby groaned then waved a hand at you “Go grab your gear. Dean will round up everyone else” you stood up and winked at Jody before walking out.

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You were riding behind Benny towards the back of the wagon. It would be left with the encampment so the trip back would be cut by a day. Everyone was talking to whoever was closest to them or just keeping an eye on the surrounding area. Once the supplies were handed off and inside walls the militia weren’t as prone to mess with them but out here in the open it was a more free game.

There was a reason why you, Alicia and Max had spent weeks mapping out the natural caves along any routes all of you took. If you couldn’t find an old building with a garage area for the cart you would park it inside of the cave then make camp outside of it where anyone looking to steal would have to go past whoever was on guard at the moment and everyone sleeping.

“Benny you got this for a minute?” you asked and he cut his eyes at you and nodded “Yeah I got this darling. Guess you’re gonna poke at Dean a lil bit?” you grinned and clicked your tongue so Helios headed in the direction you pointed her which was the head of your group where Dean was looking as stoic as ever while keeping an eye on his surroundings.

He barely acknowledged your presence but you knew that he knew you were there. “Are you really mad at me for getting you out?” you asked and he shook his head.

You knew he wasn’t but you were going to make him say the words out loud. “I’m pissed off at you for putting yourself at risk like that. What if those guards would’ve caught up with you? Or what if Dante would’ve actually won that fight?”

“Then you would’ve come and got me. It would’ve gone a lot bloodier than my method but I have faith that worse case scenario you would’ve made Kaper regret the day he was born” Dean was quiet for a moment before finally looking at you “Y/N..dammit you’re in the same category as Sam. I can survive losing a lot. I don’t know if I can survive losing either of you. Before you say it I know you’re plenty capable. I’d rather have you at my back then most men I know but that doesn’t change the fact that if you would’ve gotten killed saving my ass..I would’ve slaughtered every man in that place” “What about the women on his guard?” you asked and he narrowed his eyes “Don’t be a smartass just say you see my point”

“I see your point but that’s the same reason why I couldn’t leave you there. Dean you almost killed Jonah. If I hadn’t been bleeding that bad you would’ve. You’re a high value target for Josiah so I’m not gonna attempt to lie to you I’d do it all over again but I do honestly see why you got pissed at me so can we call truce now?” he nodded and held a hand out so you shook it with a laugh “Glad we got that settled now let me get back to my post before Benny starts talking to his horse again”

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Your group was about two days away from the Denver encampment. You’d stopped to make camp for the night. There was an old housing development that got abandoned when the end happened so it was a bunch of half built houses that had been mainly reclaimed by nature. There was one at the end that only had a few finishing touches to the place so that was where you picked for the night. The cart was parked in the garage so everyone made beds around it. All of you had slept in worse places.

“Y/N you and Sam take first shift then wake me and Benny up for second shift” Dean announced so you nodded in agreement as you pulled your jacket onto your shoulders “Aye aye Cap” then nodded at Sam “C’mon Samuel” he shook his head with a laugh but followed you out the side door of the garage that led back outside.

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The full moon was nearly bright enough you could read by it. You were on your third trip around the house keeping an eye on the perimeter. Every time you’d pass Sam one of you would tell the other some stupid joke or random fact to pass the time. There was only another hour left of your guard shift then you could take over Dean’s bed to catch a little sleep before finishing the last leg of this trip.

Once the cart was dropped off your group didn’t have to take the main road home and weren’t as high value of a target for the militia or the road bandits. Even in this day and age you had people that would rather steal then even attempt to provide for themselves in a halfway honest way.

It was a bit disappointing that the one thing you could still count on was that mankind could still be major douches regardless of the time. You were thinking of another weird fact to tell Sam considering your fact of what raccoons could fit inside of made him swear to sleep on his back from here on out every time he slept outside would make you laugh for a week.

A movement towards the woods a few houses down caught your eye. You weren’t quite sure what it was but actually hoped for bandits versus Militia or any of Kaper’s men. You knew Sam would be coming around the corner of the house in a minute and if you mentioned it to him he’d want to check it out with you but you couldn’t leave the house completely unguarded.

You whistled one sharp note and Sam whistled back before coming around the corner quickly “What’s wrong Y/N?” you nodded towards the treeline “I think I saw something. I’m gonna go check it out. Don’t leave guard post unless you hear me scream then feel free to tell on me to Dean and bring everyone running deal?” He followed your line of sight then looked back at you “You’ve got exactly two minutes” you grinned at him “I only need one Samuel” then headed towards the treeline being careful to make your footsteps as quiet as possible.

You reached for the knife at your side. You had your gun tucked at your lower back but if it turned more into a close quarters deal the knife would be a better option. The moment you stepped into the shadows of the trees you felt a hand grab you and you were slammed backwards into a tree. Before you even focus to try to see the assailant you had your knife at their throat.

You realized you were looking up into none other than Dante Kaper’s dark brown eyes “You know you’re something else Y/N” he grunted flinching slightly from the pressure you had on the blade. “Been called worse by better Dante” you replied putting as much venom as you could in your voice and he smiled despite the fact that you were nearly drawing blood “You need to move your people. The militia is headed this way. They’ll be through before daylight”

“How do I know this isn’t a trap to make us move so your people can attack us down the road?” you asked and his grip on your arms tightened slightly “If I wanted your people dead I could’ve shot you and Dean's brother then burned the garage to the ground besides I kind of like having someone around to give me a run for my money. Makes life a lot more interesting”

“And why do I tell Dean we need to move? Can’t exactly say a Kaper said so” you replied easing the pressure slightly on his throat. He glanced down at the blade then slowly released your arms “You’re a resourceful woman. I’m sure you’ll think of something” you stared at him for a few breaths before putting your knife back at your side “If this is a trap you better hope they kill me fast because I’ll make sure you regret it” he had the audacity to wink at you before saying “See? Now comments like that make me want to keep you alive just because that much fire deserves to be fed”

He disappeared into the woods and a few seconds later you heard his horse moving away and cursed yourself for not clocking that big of a beast. “You bastard” you whispered to the night then realized the two minutes had more than likely passed so you quickly breached the tree line again to be back in Sam’s line of sight before he could wake Dean up.

He ran to meet you halfway “What was it?” you shook your head “I don’t know but we need to move. We’re close to a few caverns we can make it to one and still rest a bit before hitting the road again” he stepped in front of you before you got your hand on the door leading into the garage “Woah Y/N if it was nothing why are you hell bent on moving?” you met his eyes and took a deep breath “You trust me right?” “Of course” he answered a quick reply built on years of both of you trusting the other’s instinct. You hated lying to him but something told you Dante was being honest and you didn’t want to chance the supplies that were desperately needed in the Denver encampment being confiscated.

“Let’s get them up then” you finally added so he stepped to the side and simply followed you into the garage.

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Surprisingly enough when you woke Dean to say you felt like your team needed to move he didn’t even attempt to question you. He simply gave out orders and the lot of you moved silently through the woods to the caverns you’d pointed out on the map.

Once everyone was settled back down at the cavern though you noticed that Dean and Benny both had pulled Sam to the side of the group and the three of them kept throwing glances in your direction. What were you supposed to tell them if they questioned you further? That you were taking an enemy at his word because why exactly? You weren’t even sure yourself why you’d believed Dante besides the fact that he was indeed telling the truth that had he wanted any of you dead it would’ve been simple enough to do.

You pushed the thought out of your head and curled up next to Helios for the night. By the time the sun was peeking out onto the ground your team was already on the road once again.

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“So successful drop off done now for the trip home” you said riding between Sam and Dean. Dean glanced over your head at Sam and nodded once. You watched as Sam fell off and matched his pace with Benny instead no doubt giving you and Dean room to talk or rather Dean room to question you.

You remained silent for a few moments before saying “Well get on with it” he cut his eyes at you then looked back ahead of him “Get on with what exactly Y/N?” you sighed running your fingers through Helios’ mane “Asking me why I moved us in the middle of the night” “And why exactly was that?” he questioned and you felt a knot in your stomach start to form. On one hand you didn’t want to lie to Dean about anything but on the other hand you’d done the one thing all of you had sworn to never do..you trusted a Kaper. Even as far as David Dean simply avoided.

You shrugged “I just had a bad feeling. Best case scenario we ride back through and nothing is touched meaning I overreacted to a bad feeling” “But if we ride back through and proof that the militia has been through is there I’ve got to explain why you’ve either suddenly grown psychic powers or why the little birdies flying around have decided to start conversing with you”

You were stunned into silence simply because you’d never actually had Dean accuse you of anything. It was a strange feeling but you also became acutely defensive “What exactly are you accusing me of?” you asked and he turned fully to look at you trusting his horse to remain on the path he’d been pointed “Someone was in those woods last night when you went to check it out. You can lie to Sammy but you can’t lie to me. Who was it?” At your silence he cleared his throat then looked back at Sam who came up to join the two of you yet again “Sam you and Benny take lead. Me and Y/N are gonna fall to watch the rear and have a little chat since she’s apparently now being shy of groups”

You cut your eyes at Benny when he came up to take your spot at the head of the group “You good darling?” you nodded once then clicked your tongue to get Helios to follow Dean.

Once the two of you were at the rear of your group with no possibility of anyone over hearing a conversation Dean got his horse close enough to Helios that had the two not been around each other for so many years they never would’ve willingly rode that close “Now talk to me.You know I’ve always backed you up but I need to know who told you we should move?” you sighed and refused to meet his eyes but answered “Dante” you barely looked in his direction but saw his jaw clenching and unclenching “Please don’t be mad at me Dean. I had my knife to his throat but he had a point. He could’ve fucking sniped me and Sam then barbequed the rest of you if he had wanted to!”

“So? What are you trusting him now?” Dean’s voice was sharper than you’d ever heard it pointed at you. He reached across the space between the two of you and snatched your jacket off your left arm to show the thick jagged scar that started at your wrist and disappeared underneath the short sleeve of your shirt “His brother did this! I found you nearly dead. Sam held you in his arms the entire ride back to our doctors and you know what? I heard him pray Y/N! Who the hell he was praying to in all of this I don’t know but we thought we would lose you. We lost Jo, Ash and Rufus that day! A Kaper did that! Out of every possible enemy in this world the god damn Kapers have been a thorn in our side for longer than anything! You really think you can trust him? Even David is only passable because he got away from Josiah and we haven’t heard anything from him since. Dante went back to his daddy’s compound and probably reported that Bobby’s girl was stupid enough to trust him!”

You felt hot tears spring to your eyes at his words. You turned your head stubbornly so he wouldn’t see them and took a few deep breaths before replying “I don’t trust him Dean but I had to weigh the options and protecting all of you was the most important thing” your voice broke slightly as you shrugged your jacket back up on your arm. Dean reached as if to touch your shoulder but you flinched away from him “Not right now Dean. I know you just want to protect me but I just can’t right now”

“Chief, are we checking it out?” Benny called from the front nodding towards the path that would take you back out to where the housing complex was. Dean looked at you then announced “Everyone wait here for a few. C’mon Benny” you watched them ride off then locked eyes with Sam. The look on his face alone was enough to ask if you were ok. You gave a sharp nod.

Within a few moments Dean and Benny were rejoining your group. You didn’t look in Dean’s direction when he came back to ride at your side but he still offered “For what it counts the militia destroyed it and left their mark” “Why did he warn me?” you asked honestly shocked that Dante’s warning had rang true. “That’s the question isn’t it?”

The moment Bobby heard that Dante had reached out to you and in fact actually told the truth about the militia coming through you knew that would be the end of you being allowed out on any day to day tasks. You had no idea why he’d even been in that area that night or how he’d located your group let alone why he’d want to actually protect your group. Hell you’d fought him the first time you met him then that knife had drawn a line of blood from his throat while he gave his warning. It was a predicament to say the least and and left you feeling like a fucking leper considering only Sam, Dean and Bobby knew so to everyone else they simply say you sticking close to the compound with no good reason as to why.

You were helping Donna and Jody in the armory trying to simply keep your head down until Bobby and the boys forgot about it and let you out again. “What exactly did you do?” Jody asked sliding more shells across to you since the three of you were currently making more bullets. You shrugged knowing that you very well couldn’t tell another soul that a Kaper had saved your necks. You absentmindedly scratched at the scar on your arm and Donna covered your hand with her own “You know that’s a bad nervous habit sweetie” you shot her a small smile “I think I’m just going a little stir crazy. Even just to take Helios out to stretch her legs I’ve got to take Benny or Max and Alicia with me” “Whatever happened those three will get over it soon enough kid. Just keep pushing they love ya” Jody added with a wink.

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It went on for a while until you were on guard duty one day walking the length of the wall when Xavier, a rider for a nearby compound which happened to be where your hospital set up was, came riding up to the gate. “LET HIM IN!” you hollered climbing down the ladder to meet him.

When he saw you his eyes flicked around nervously “Y/N.. Dean or Sam around?” you shook your head “No but what’s going on Xavier?” he swallowed hard “They’re on the way to do a walk through of our compound. We don’t have the power core completely buried yet” “Shit.Dean,Benny and Sam aren’t due back till dark” his eyes looked like they very well may pop out of his head “We have an hour tops” you knew that if you came out on the other side you’d never hear the end of it and that was the best case scenario.

You nodded to his horse “How fast can it move with two riders?” “Fast enough” he replied. As you were swinging your leg up behind him you heard Max holler your name. Xavier glanced back at you but you simply shook your head “Ignore him. Let’s go” you rode out of the gate motioning for it to be closed behind you already planning in your head a dangerous route but if it came down to it you would do what was necessary to save the most amount of people.

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Dean was seething with anger and underneath that was the fear. The fear of being too late this time. The fear he’d find you dead. Dammit why did you have to be so fucking selfless? When him and Sam had met up with Max on the trail back he knew something was wrong then when Max told him the last he’d seen of you was you riding off on the back of Xavier’s horse he knew the worst was yet to come.

He rode up to the gate of the compound that housed the hospital set up “OPEN THE FUCKING GATE!” He didn't slow down and rode directly up to the door before climbing off his horse and nearly took the door off the hinges as he stormed inside with Sam and Benny close behind.

He spotted Micheal the doctor that was over the place “Where is she? What the fuck happened here?” The place was a mess but most of the equipment appeared to be whole. There was evidence a fight had happened and your presence or the lack thereof was a sore thumb along with the puddle of blood in the center of the room. “Dean you got to know I tried to stop her! I told her to stand down but she refused. She was determined to draw their attention from the power core” the shorter man was clearly scared and for good reason. Benny knowing Dean how he did managed to catch him before he broke the good doctor’s nose “Dean brother we need to hear what happened before we kill him”

Micheal looked at Sam who shrugged “They’re not gonna kill you” When Micheal almost looked relieved Sam quickly added “But we may make you wish you were dead cause you’re probably gonna have to put yourself back together if we find out you hid while they took Y/N”

Benny let go of Dean and had a hand around Micheal’s throat in the blink of an eye “Now doc me and you ain’t never had an issue but that girl is like a sister to all three of you. What the hell happened here?” “Jonah was with them” Micheal breathed out and Dean felt his blood run cold.

They never planned this to be an inspection. Josiah and Jonah both knew the one way to get at Bobby, Dean and Sam was to go after Y/N. “Son of a bitch. They were probably watching when we left. He planned the walk through to draw her out knowing she’d never stand by”

Benny dropped Micheal unceremoniously to the floor. “Go over what happened and don’t leave a word out”

Everything hurt.You knew the moment you’d spotted that chestnut horse amongst the inspection crew that it had all been a lie. You’d been lured out and played directly into their hands. “I’LL KILL YOU” you growled diving at Xavier. You’d trusted him and he’d betrayed all of you. “Sorry Y/N they gave me a better offer than being an errand boy”

You had your hands around his throat when the door was kicked in and you heard a gun cock “Y/N let him go or I’ll kill them” you looked up to see a gun pointed towards Micheal the top doctor and Erika the top field medic. You slowly stood off of Xavier eyes never leaving Jonah’s masked face. “Good girl” he cooed then the moment Xavier was on his feet he put a bullet between his eyes. At your look he shrugged “He’s a rat. Don’t need any rats now do we?”

“Gonna take that mask off and let me see Dean’s handy work?” you taunted eyes flicking towards Micheal and Erika. “Are you going to be nice and come quietly or do my men need to beat you in compliance?” he replied so you squared your shoulders and planted your feet “If you plan on taking me you might as well throw your hat into the ring too darling cause this is gonna be one hell of a fight”

You ended up coming back to consciousness in the newly reinforced cells of Kaper’s compound. You were certain you had a few broken ribs and the entire side of your face was slick with your own blood. You’d held true to your word. You’d given as much damage as you’d gotten and that was at an extreme disadvantage. The last thing you remembered was Jonah’s boot connecting with the side of your head hard. If you survived this you would make sure you were the last thing he ever saw and you had the comfort of knowing if you didn’t survive that Dean would be the last thing Jonah ever saw.

You had managed to push yourself into a seated position with your back against the wall when you heard boots coming in your direction. You were in pain and it would likely be a task to stand on your own but regardless you braced yourself for what would more than likely be another fight.

When the footsteps stopped you looked up to see Jonah was standing at the door leading into the cell. He had his mask in his hand and the light from the torch on the wall flickered across the burns the corrosive had left behind on his face. “Damn you’re even uglier than you were before. At least the exterior completely matches the interior now” you grunted holding an arm around your hurting ribs as you forced yourself to stand up despite the pain radiating through you that moving caused. “Keep talking you little bitch. Even now our group is already at your compound. Singer will be given seventy two hours to either deliver the power core or be delivered your corpse” “Bobby knows you’ll never keep your word. You’ll take the power core and kill me all for daddy dearest to make a play to be over the shambles that’s left of this country”

“But the thing about Bobby and the Winchester boys they don’t think with their heads a lot. They let their hearts do the thinking and you’re family. That whole group is insane enough to risk it all by coming after you. How many more will die this time for you to walk away?” “That wasn’t my fault. It was yours” you threw back and he smiled “And yet here you still stand having survived what? Seven years after them?” “You’re gonna kill me why not just finish me off now?” you asked and his smile turned sinister “Oh but why kill you quickly when I can make you beg for death?”

He pulled a key out of his pocket and slid it into the door when he stepped into the cell you took a deep breath before falling into a defensive posture. Whatever he had planned it wouldn’t go over easy on him.

“There’s not even an option. We hand over the fucking power core” Dean spoke from where he stood at the edge of the room. “How do we know they won’t kill her anyway?” Benny asked and a silence fell over the room because everyone was thinking what Benny had just given voice to “Well what the hell do you suggest Benny? Let them kill her with no qualms?” Max’s voice was laced with anger. Anger at himself for not being able to stop you from leaving and anger at the situation in general.

“We’re already at the eighteen hour mark since they took her. We need to do something and do it now!” Alicia cut in but before another word could be spoken Claire came running into the room “DEAN, SAM” both brothers turned to look at the blonde who was out of breath “The front gate! We need you!”

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Most of the residents of the compound had been temporarily relocated rather to other areas or the caverns to get the non combatants out of harm’s reach which made it easier for moving around. Erika had bought her supplies and came back to help as well.

When Dean and Sam made it to the front gate they saw that Erika, Alex and Eileen were all three crouched around but couldn’t make out what until they got close enough to see you cradled in Dante Kaper’s arms while the three women worked to triage your wounds.

“What the hell?” Dean demanded and at his voice you opened your eyes weakly “Don’t hurt him Dean” then your head rolled over to the side. “She’s ok. She just passed out. Dante get her up and let’s get her inside”

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Erika had kicked everyone out of the room besides Eileen and Alex to work so that left Dean and Sam alone with Dante in the hall outside the room you were in. “Is that her blood?” Dean asked, pointing to Dante’s shirt. The other man glanced down almost robotically “Not all. Some of it is Jonah’s”

“Excuse me?” Sam asked to ensure he’d heard right. Dante raised his eyes and Dean saw a fire there that almost made him want to like him “I killed him to save her life. I wasn’t there when they took her but the moment I got back to the compound my father called me into his quarters to brag. I found Jonah in her cell he planned to do worse than torture her…” his eyes had found their way back to the door that held you on the other side “I killed him without a second thought. I took her out the back and bought her here where I know she’s safe then I’m gonna go back and kill my father and everyone loyal to him”

“Is she worth that to you?” Dean asked, needing the answer before he allowed himself to give a Kaper even a sliver of trust “Why wouldn’t she be?” Dante replied and Dean gave him a sharp nod “Ok then. Want some help?”

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You came to again when Eileen was washing the blood off of your face. “Eileen?” you whispered but she saw your lips move and looked up to your eyes and smiled “Thank god. What do you remember?” “Jonah..a blade slicing through him...a horse ride..Dante’s coat being around me and telling Dean not to hurt him”

She nodded “Good no concussion then” you looked around slowly “Where is everyone” you signed a bit sloppy but she got the point. “Waiting for you to wake up” “How long have I been out?” you asked and she grimaced which told you it’d been a while “A week”

Before you could have a complete freakout the door cracked open and Alicia poked her head in “You’re awake!” “It appears” you groaned trying to sit up before her and Eileen moved to help you. They shared a look then Eileen signed “I’m gonna go find the boys”

Once she walked out you looked over at Alicia who’d sat next to you “What happened while I was napping?” she laughed “Oh a revolution?” “Huh?” you questioned and she shrugged “Bobby can explain it better but just know our lives are going to be a lot more peaceful” “Where’s Dante?” you asked worry for him suddenly hitting you like a blow to the gut. “He’s fine honey. That’s one of the boys Eileen went to find”

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You were sitting up with your feet curled under you nursing the glass of water Alicia had gotten you when the door opened again and Eileen walked in, trailed by Dean,Bobby,Sam,Benny and an unsure looking Dante.

Your crew all hugged you then you locked eyes with Dante and shared a small smile “You killed your brother for me” “He was an asshole anyways” he replied which caused a light laugh to spread across the room. “What happened while I was out?” you asked looking at Bobby who smiled “Long story short? Josiah is dead. David is back and over the civilians proven to not be under Josiah’s rule. The militia is being cleared out of dirty members as we speak and we have doubled the side of our hospital set up in the last three days”

You cut your eyes at Dante “What are you gonna do now?” Dean slung an arm around his shoulder and winked at you “Well Y/N not to put words in his mouth but I believe he was hoping to stick around and get to know you a bit better now that you’re not sworn enemies anymore” “If that’s good with you. If not I can always head home now that David is over it?” he offered and you smiled “I think I’d like you sticking around a bit” His smile told you that was the answer he’d been hoping for.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is | Tom Holland Chapter 3

“Sam is coming. To help protect you. I want to make sure you’re untouchable to any thugs who might wish you harm.” Tom was explaining his plan to keep you safe despite the threats against you. “I can put him up in a hotel, if you like. I know you never invited my brother to stay with us,” he continued. It had been one day since the attack and Tom had passed the time thinking of ways to keep you safer, then arranging them.

“No, it’s alright. Sam can stay here. I’ll feel safer with an extra man in the house.”

Tom picked you up by the waist and you squealed. “Plus, we won’t have to worry about complicated dinner recipes,” he said.

So, Sam arrived, another long-term house guest. You weren’t sure how long he would stay, but you knew it had to be until the danger was passed. He took up residence in the guest room (Tom offered the bed up since he spends his nights in yours anyway).

Sam’s first request was to use the kitchen and “make a proper meal.” You easily agreed. “Is there anything Tom and I can do to help?” “You can let me work in peace.” Sam winked.

Tom walked in an joined you leaning against the counter. “How are things at home? Are mum and dad okay with you leaving?”

Sam laughed. “I’d say mum and dad are more than okay with me leaving. They’re down to two boys in the house from four. But things are good otherwise. Mum decided to take on the project of cleaning all the windows -- from the outside. She’s got ladders and everything. Dad isn’t a fan, but she won’t let him help because of his back.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Oh, Paddy is convinced Harry is seeing someone again, but Harry won’t let on about it if he is.”

“We’ll have to interrogate him later,” you said.

“What’s Paddy’s proof?” Tom asked.

“He claims Harry says this girl’s name in his sleep. I say dreaming about someone doesn’t mean they’re together.”

Sam ducked down to pull a pan out of the cabinet. The thunder of pots clattered as he jockeyed them around, searching for what he wanted. If Sam was still speaking, you couldn’t hear him over the noise. He stood and looked at you as if waiting for you to say something.

“If you asked me a question, I couldn’t hear you over the din you were making,” you said.

“Right. I asked what you thought of Paddy’s theory, Y/N.”

You drummed your fingers on the counter. “I think we should invite Harry for dinner and press him for information.”

“Excellent idea,” Tom said.

“I’ll give him a call,” you said. You went to your bedroom to grab your phone. As you listened to the phone ring, you sat on the edge of the bed and picked at your blue jeans.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up? I hear my twin is staying with you now.”

“He is,” you confirmed. “Until Tom thinks I’m safe again.”

“What exactly happened?” Harry questioned.

You got a lump in your throat unexpectedly. You shook off the dark thoughts. “Come over for dinner and I’ll tell you about it.”

“Sweet, a free meal. Wait. Who’s cookin?”

You laughed. “Sam, of course.”

“Phew, now I know it’ll be good. No offense, Y/N, but I like Sam’s cooking better and right now I’m as hungry as a lion.”

You giggled again. “See you soon, Harry.” You hung up.

You went back downstairs and found Tom lounging in the living room adjoining the kitchen. You snuggled up on the couch with him. Tom shifted his position so he could give you kisses. You heard Sam groan. “Oi! Love birds, set the table! There’ll be plenty of time for that,” he gestured to your compromising position on the couch, “later.” You and Tom grabbed cups and silverware while Sam started to plate the food.

The doorbell rang and Tom ran to answer it. His curly-hair brother was standing on the other side. You sat down with Tom and his brothers to eat and the meal began, as well as the relationship interrogation.

“Are you seeing anyone, Harry?” you asked, unusually candid.

Harry nearly spit out his drink.

“Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just a question.”

Sam set down his fork. “Stop avoiding it. It’s a yes or no answer.”

“I--” Harry’s ears grew pink. “I may have someone I’m interested in, but we aren’t seeing each other.”

“Who is she?” you pressed.

Tom leaned forward, eager to hear the answer. You were reminded of a dog waiting for a treat in it’s owner’s hand. Golden retriever indeed.

“If it works out, I’ll tell you,” Harry answered. He shoveled another bite of food into his mouth and that was that.

The four of you sat around the table, sated by the delicious food Sam had made.

“So this creep actually pulled a gun on you?” Harry reiterated.

“Yeah. Fuckin prick forced her to her knees,” Tom sneered.

You stood up from the table. “Um, I’m going to clean up,” you said. You cleared the plates, eager to get away from the conversation. The boys continued to discuss the attack in hushed tones. They might as well have been shouting from the way their whispers carried. It was sweet that they didn’t want to upset you, having picked up on the reason you left the table, but it wasn’t working.

Tom got up to carry the rest of the glasses and cutlery to the sink. “Can we watch a movie tonight?” Sam requested. “Sure. Harry, will you be staying the night?” you asked. “If that’s alright with you, yeah. I’ve got a sleeping bag in the car. I’ll go get it.”

“What do you want to watch?” you asked.

“How about The Golden Compass?” Sam suggested.

“I’ll put it on,” Tom said.

Soon, the four of you were huddled under your respective blankets enjoying the film under the dim lights. Except you and Tom who were of course sharing a blanket on your own island of cuddles. Eyes fixed on the screen, you laid your head against Tom. As the credits rolled, sleep overtook you like a riptide, unexpected and strong.

You were vaguely aware of Tom carrying you to bed. Waves of unconsciousness washed over you and you were out cold.

Tom smiled to himself as you muttered in your sleep. “Please don’t go...”

“Never, darling. I promise.” He was content watching you doze in his arms until he reached sleep himself.

“Morning, lover,” you said through a yawn. In the new day’s first light Tom looked like a golden god. “Is there any better way to wake up? I can’t imagine one,” Tom said. “How are you so quick with a flirt this early in the morning?” you asked. “Someone as beautiful as you, practically made of stardust makes it easy to flirt.” Tom kissed you. “To praise you.” Another kiss. “Pay homage to your beauty.” Tom moved to position himself overtop of you, flinging the blankets away. “Feel like making love to you,” he whispered. “Then do it,” you said.

Tom littered your body with kisses, leaving no marks, lest he mare the skin of such a perfect creature. No matter how many times you made love, he couldn’t believe he was seeing you naked, exposed like this. You were willing, too. Willing for him to use you. No, not use. Using something meant disposing of it when you were through. He would cherish these moments, not dispose of them. You were his angel open for him to worship.

His lips dusted your thighs with kisses on his way to your center. His hands traveled over the mountains of your chest. You fell apart easily under Tom’s touch.

“Hey, Tom, we’re --”

You screamed at the intrusion. Tom snatched the blanket off the floor and covered you with it, leaving himself bare, but at least they wouldn’t see his angel’s perfect body. You were only for his eyes and he wanted to prevent your shame.

Sam and Harry were in the doorway and you realized it must have not been locked.

“What the fuck? Get out!” Tom yelled.

The twins blushed. “Sorry, sorry,” Harry said, backing out. “Can’t control yourselves for one day,” Sam snickered, leaving too.

“It’s our room!” Tom called after them, peeved. He settled back on top of you, attacking with fresh kisses. You giggled, but pushed him off. “We should get ready for the day.”

Tom groaned. “Why are you always right?”

Harry departed for a photoshoot and you decided you didn’t want to be cooped up in the house, hiding like a scared groundhog. “Let’s walk in to town for the day,” you suggested to the boys.

“Into the wild, I like it,” Sam said.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s just the town, Sam. Nothing dangerous.”

“Could be dangerous. It was a few ni--” Tom cut Sam off. “It’s the middle of the day. No harm will come to Y/N in broad daylight. Especially not with us accompanying her.”

“I dunno...” Tom was still hesitant.

“We can’t stay in the house forever,” you tried to reason.

“Tom, I personally guarantee her safety,” Sam said.

And so the three of you made the trip into town, in a car this time. You whiled away the morning meandering through bookshops and boutiques. Tom even helped out pick out some items to try on.

Your trio was just trying to decide on what to have for lunch when you saw him. Sam and Tom had their back to him, poring over a menu outside a bistro. The man who had attacked you the other night. The man you’d been tryin to forget ever since he threatened to find you again.

He approached you at full speed, arms outstretched. “I’ve got you this time, Giselle!” he roared. “You can’t run away from me!”

Tom and Sam turned around at his shouts and horror overtook both their faces as the man lunged at you. As he pounced, you screamed and threw up your arms. The boys sprang into action. Tom jumped in front of you as a shield and Sam ran at your assailant from the side, tackling him to the ground. The man was still screeching. “Where you go, I’ll follow! You can’t run from me, Giselle. I will finish the job I was sent to do!” Tom was holding you with his hand reached behind him, still shielding you while Sam wrestled with the man on the ground.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” you screamed.

“And who sent you?” Tom yelled.

The man threw a punch at Sam’s throat. The attack was enough to cause Sam to cry out in pain and loosen his grip. The man got to his feet and started to run. Tom ran after him while you went to Sam’s side. Sam was on the ground, coughing and sporting a bruised cheek. He tried to control his breathing and you helped him to sit up.

“Sorry he got away from me, Y/N.”

“Hey, tackling that man was no small thing,” you reassured. “You did your best. And look, I’m fine.”

Your mind still wondered why he had called you that name. Giselle. Maybe this whole thing was a case of mistaken identity. That still didn’t make it better. This man was intent on hurting someone. The question was, why did he want to hurt this Giselle girl?

Tom came back, huffing and puffing. It was clear his attempt to chase down the culprit had but in vain. “That man is bad news,” Tom said. He gulped in air between words. “He got into a car that was waiting for him with some dangerous looking men. They drove off.”

“Let’s get you home,” Sam said. “We can worry about who that man is later.”

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#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine

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sassy-pelican · 5 years ago

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

All warnings from my main masterlist apply.

You must be 18 or older to interact with my nsfw or smut writings. Additionally your media consumption is your own responsibility.

If any of the links are not working at any point, please let me know so that I can try to fix them.

Not all stories will have a description apart from the title.

Smut and nsfw content is marked with an asterisk (*)

Drabbles & One-Shots

Why do you hate me?

Make me forget*

A mission goes bad and you ask Bucky to help you forget

I did love you, once

Quite Comfortable

“This is quite comfortable.”

Soulmate AU (untitled)

Everyone is born with the soundwaves of the first words their soulmate says on the inside of their dominant hands’ wrist. When those words are said, the birthmark/tattoo turns scar-like. Yours just so happens to turn into a scar when you run into – literally – the former Winter Soldier.

Touch Starved*

As an old friend of Sam Wilson you knew you could count on him when you needed. When you lose your apartment due to a nasty breakup, he offers you a place the Avengers* Compound, for a small price; you have to cook at least once a week. As you get to know the individuals better, you learn that Bucky Barnes has a super-soldier appetite for more than just food.

Open Back*

“Does this open back mean no bra?”

Lay Here

“Please, just, lay here with me.”

Perfect

“Why are you so damn perfect?”

Stay

A harder part in Bucky and Y/N’s relationship

Tantalizing

alpha!Bucky Barnes x beta!Reader

Bucky has always run from the tantalizing scent every time he smells it. Unfortunately for him, his mate can smell him as well, and now, she’s pissed.

Want a turn?

Tooth-rotting fluff with Bucky and a dog

Flower Tattoo*

Flowers show up on your body every time your soulmate is injured. Unfortunately for Y/N and Bucky, neither of them is very good at staying uninjured.

Covered in what?

“Why are you on the floor, covered in … is that, what is that?”

Curse Words

You and Bucky meet under very sarcastic circumstances.

Still

Bucky appreciates his life with you

Done

“I’m done.”

Frosting

Baking and Bucky do not mix. “That frosting really brings out your eyes.”

Monsters*

Bucky and reader discover that all of them loves all of the other.

Multi-Part & Series

To Infinity*

You didn’t know that saving Steve would lead you to Bucky. You didn’t know then that you would fall for the blue-eyed man. You did anyway. You fell for him hard. You made a family with the misfits of the Howling Commandos, found your place in the world with them Peggy, Steve, and Bucky. Then it ended. […] You want a life with your soldier this time around, and no one is standing your way.

Bucky and Alpine

A compliation of drabbles and headcanons and other one-shots of Bucky and his cat, featuring other Avengers.

Stucky x Reader

Snowed In

Steve, Bucky, and Reader get snowed in due to a big snowstorm

Other

Untitled Endgame AU

Dawn didn’t realize she was in the blast radius when Thanos destroyed the Infinity Stones. When she gets hit with small shards from each, she develops a multitude of unknown powers. Just before the Avengers can go on their Time Heist, the power she had suppressed and built up for five years, explodes.

#bucky barnes masterlist #stucky masterlist #other masterlist

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inawickedlittletown · 4 years ago

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Is It Too Much To Ask For Something Good (2/4)

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Maybe the problem was knowing that if he talked about it and that if he said it outloud with words that could be heard, it wasn’t only his anymore. Or that they had saved the world but nothing was alright. Not anymore. Not ever.

In the aftermath of defeating Chuck and bringing everyone back, there was still one thing that wasn’t set to rights. Castiel was still in The Empty. And Dean would never leave him there, even if it meant allowing Jack to change him.

Author’s Note: I’m sure there are a few hundred fix-it fics out there after a finale like that. And I never intended to write another fic…much less in a fandom I’ve never written for. But this idea would not stop nagging. The feels I have for these characters would not stop nagging me. So here we are. Enjoy.

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Part One

Part Two

Dean said yes.

There could have been no other answer, not when saying yes meant that he could have Cas back and that he could tell him the most important three words that Cas would ever hear. It ate at him, knowing that Dean had been so shocked and struck by Cas’ words that nothing had come out of his mouth to dispel what Cas had clearly believed. Cas had been so sure that Dean would never see him that way, that his feelings were one-sided.

Dean was at fault there too. For one thing, he’d denied it for so long even to himself to the point that Dean hadn’t known — allowed himself to know — until it was too late. And by the time that Dean had realized why it was that Cas affected him so much and why he had nearly drowned himself in anger and alcohol after the night of Jack’s birth. And Cas for all his talk about profound bonds was an angel and as human as he could be at times, Dean had never expected Cas to feel anything for him in that way.

Jack couldn’t stay long, so all of it was immediate.

“This might hurt,” Jack warned him.

Sam would have asked if there would be repercussions of what Jack was about to do. He would have asked about what would happen afterwards. Dean would have shut him up and done it anyway.

“Do it,” Dean said.

It was painful, but it wasn’t the kind of pain that Dean had expected or been prepared for. The pain came from inside like a burning ember that started at the center of his chest and then spread all over. It was his nerves caught aflame and a tingling sensation that climbed to his eyes and that grew tighter and hotter over his shoulder blades.

Bone and sinew ripped and it must have been the worst of it, because he was sure that he blacked out for some of it. When he became aware again, it was on his knees, doubled over on the hardwood floor and feeling like something heavy had settled on his back and wasn’t letting him up.

Slowly, it all began to settle. He didn’t feel like before, but the discomfort eased and there were other things to focus on like how much more he could hear and see and how he could feel wings at his back. There was the thrum of power too, energy that existed within him and that was like nothing Dean had ever felt before.

“It is complete,” Jack said.

His voice was different, it had taken on a strange crispness and with it authority. When Dean looked at him he was still Jack, but he glowed as if a stagelight was pointing at him. It didn’t last long before it disappeared and there was just Jack left.

Dean had known power before. He had had the mark of Cain on him, he had been a demon, and when Michael had used him as a vessel, Dean had been aware enough to know what that power felt like. What Jack had made him, it was different and greater than all of that. But more than that, it came with knowing.

He was aware that he didn’t know all, but the comprehension of himself and everything that he’d ever experienced in his life came with a deep awareness of his failings and his mistakes and how none of that mattered in comparison to knowing that his intentions had always been good and that few things had been under his control. It all settled on him at once. Understanding that Cas had always loved him and that Dean’s very soul had been pulled towards the angel from the first moment he laid eyes on him. There was also a lot more about his parents and Sam and the universe at large.

“You still have a soul,” Jack said. “It is an extension of your grace. My father was right, there is no soul quite like yours. That has made this easier, Dean. And now, I will send you to The Empty.”

Dean didn’t get to ask or say anything before Jack grasped his arm. It felt just like the few times that he’d flown with Cas, disconcerting and like he was being pressed into a tiny space. And then, he was no longer in the bunker. He was nowhere. In a space so blank that there was no question about where it was. The Empty.

“Been in heaven, hell, and purgatory. Makes sense I’d get to come here too,” Dean said more to himself than anything because there really was no one and Jack hadn’t given him any instructions.

Dean walked. The black emptiness went on and on with nothing to distinguish any part of it from another. It did, strangely enough, give him time to take grasp of himself. He felt better than ever. His knees didn’t ache and any tension that he’d carried on his shoulders was gone. And on his back he could feel his wings. They felt natural, and he moved them into his own view without thought, the black feathers weren’t just black but iridescent. In the bleakness of The Empty they almost shone with every hue. They were beautiful.

Dean was suddenly hit with the pang of knowing that he had never been able to see Cas’ wings and that Cas no longer had them.

Thinking about Cas ignited something, a spark that appeared as the singular thing other than Dean in the space. It beckoned and Dean followed.

Time passed strangely, but Dean was aware that it was passing and that he wouldn’t have much time.

The spark stopped, floated and waited until Dean was in front of it and instinct told him to grasp it. It fell into his hand without a fight. It felt pleasantly warm and then Dean knew exactly what he needed to do.

He knelt and then he reached for the nothingness in front of him. His hands disappeared into what felt like a cold slick substance. His arms were more than elbow deep when his fingers brushed against flesh. Dean let his hands take hold of a wrist, and when the pads of his fingers found the pulse point, it was weak, dormant. But, he knew it was Cas.

Dean pulled and in that moment a few things happened. The darkness around him intensified and there was noise, a ringing that meant his time was up.

His hands were still in the substance and it started to move, flicking up and at him from below, above, and all sides. His wings lifted up as protection and none of it touched him even while around him it was becoming more and more volatile and through it all, Dean held onto Cas.

Then, the substance started to form shapes. Humanlike shapes that like soldiers stepped into place around Dean and simultaneously they moved forward and as they moved they became more corporeal.

Dean pulled harder and his elbows were out, covered in black goo but out and Cas was still in his grasp.

“Come on, come on,” Dean muttered.

He wasn’t even straining, but it was slow going to get him out and the soldiers were coming.

Dean’s wings were folded over him, covering him when the soldiers arrived and Dean felt the way that they came at him. His wings fluttered to push them away and yet Dean still felt the sharp something that kept hitting him over and over and then the grasping hands that were trying to pull him away.

Dean continued to shake them off. His focus remained on Cas and holding on when it occurred to him that he already had Cas in his hold.

Dean had never flown before. He knew only that it wasn’t like the flight of a bird or a plane. It was more like creating a fold in the very fabric of reality and bending space and time to fit his means. He gripped Cas tighter and he willed to go wishing that Jack had allowed him to practice it just once, except that he suddenly he just knew what to do and then when it happened it didn’t feel unpleasant.

It was far more like flying than Dean had imagined it would be. His wings were moving and he was moving and it was all happening at a pace that humans would never be able to comprehend, but Dean wasn’t human anymore and he could understand. But The Empty’s soldiers weren’t human either and Dean rising up his single hand still grasping Cas’ wrist didn’t keep them from coming at him and throwing themselves at him and trying to rip Cas away.

Cas was no more than dead weight. His head hung down against his chest and his tan coat was streaked with black sludge. Dean was never going to let him go.

As he and Cas rose and Cas’ was completely out of the substance, Dean felt the weight of the soldiers on his wings and the ringing from before rose in pitch into a painful screech that Dean realized was supposed to wake The Empty itself. And if that happened, Dean knew he and Cas would never make it out.

Something about his will to leave and the way that his wings were being weighed down by the soldiers and realizing that it was really Cas in his hold, it brought his grace forward and in a flash all the soldiers were torn apart, falling in black thick rain drops as Dean finally and properly flew out of The Empty gripping Cas tight.

Words appeared in his head, then. “I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

Laughter poured out of him, the kind that was genuine and that was joyous. He had laughed so little in so long that the sound almost sounded foreign. His eyes found where he held Cas’ wrist and all at once it became real. It was Cas that he was holding. There was nothing quite like the relief and the euphoria that was present in him just at being able to touch his angel and it was only his fear that he might drop him in the middle of flight that kept Dean from pulling him into his arms.

They landed inside the bunker, tumbling directly onto a table in the library and sending all the books, notebooks, and empty beer bottles to the floor. Cas flopped onto his side, head thrown back, eyes closed, but Dean could still feel his pulse and he could hear his breathing. More importantly, Dean could see his grace. It was a dull shine, but it was there.

“Cas,” Dean said, a little more than a whisper. The way that Dean had landed had kept them connected but had banged up his left knee on the table hard, but it was his wings that had done the damage of throwing everything off the table. They had smashed other things too. All of it had made a great deal of noise, so Dean wasn’t surprised when a half-dressed Sam with a gun in hand showed up.

“What is — Dean?”

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean said.

Sam stepped forward, cautiously. “Is that Cas?”

Dean turned his head and his eyes were on Cas again. Dean hadn’t let go of his wrist, he didn’t think he could let go, but he sat up and he pulled Cas into a more comfortable position on the table. He was frowning in his sleep, mouth turned downward. He was beautiful and he was back and Dean felt like he was in a dream. He was lost in looking at Cas and taking him in. His free hand touched Cas’ face and to Dean’s surprise a blue glow appeared there. Faintly he heard Sam make a noise, but that didn’t matter because Cas’ eyes fluttered. He leaned into Dean’s hand like a cat asking to be pet and then at long last his eyes opened and all Dean could see was blue.

“Hello, Dean.”

Part Three

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #supernatural fic #fix it fic #finale fix it fic

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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No Doubts

For the anon who requested this. Steve goes back in time to visit Peggy. You, his girlfriend, have your doubts about whether he’ll come home. All you can do is wait and see if he loves you as much as he says he does.

“No,” you said defiantly. You knew you were making a scene, but at this point you didn’t care. And you saw the pain in Steve’s eyes and you knew what you were doing to him, but you didn’t care.

“I have to,” he tried to say. You knew he was lying. You fucking knew, and you held your arms close to your chest and you didn’t let him touch you. “Baby-”

“Don’t baby me,” you interrupted. He sighed. Bucky grabbed hold of Sam’s arm and started to walk toward Banner, who was ready to send Steve back.

“Let’s give the lovebirds a minute,” Bucky said under his breath as he led his friend away. You glanced over at them before looking back at Steve. Your chest and your stomach were in so much pain you could barely breathe. You felt like your entire world was falling apart. And it was, because Steve was your entire world and he had been since the first time you met him. You had been brought on by Natasha to help with the whole Ultron thing, and since then you and Steve had just… happened. One morning you woke up in his bed after one of Tony’s parties and you just never left. And Steve never asked you to leave. Two years later he gave you a ring, and you wore it unless you were in your suit. Steve Rogers was the absolute love of your life, and you thought you were his. You thought Peggy was just a memory he was trying to hold onto, but now you could see that she was much more than that.

“You’re choosing her over me,” you murmured tearfully. You could barely see the forest ground because of your teary eyes. Steve tried to grab onto your arm and you shook it away. “Don’t.”

“I’m not choosing anything,” Steve responded. “Why can’t you see that? I have to explain things, babe, I need closure.”

“This closure is permanent, Steve. Don’t you understand what you’re doing to me? To everyone? I thought we were in this together. That’s what you said when you gave me this ring. That’s what you said when you tried to sacrifice yourself for me.”

“I know you’re mad.” Steve’s voice was calm.

“I’m not mad!” You yelled this time. You were beginning to lose what little control you had left.

“This is my choice. And I’m making it. And I don’t understand why you don’t see that I’m coming back. I’m coming back whatever way I can. This is something I have to do.”

“What about my choice?” Steve’s America-blue eyes looked down.

“I thought you believed in me. I thought you loved me.”

“I do!” You exclaimed, not even trying to hide your tears anymore. “I love you more than anything, Steve, but I don’t think it’s enough for you anymore and you’re not trying to tell me it is.” Steve sighed.

“It is.” He walked forward and closed the distance between you, knowing you’d lost the ability to fight. He took one of his rough, calloused hands, and lifted your chin with his finger. “You’re always enough for me. But my old life… That got ripped away from me. Everything got ripped away from me. I’m asking you to let me go back and say goodbye. I’m saying goodbye to that world, not you. Never you. And if you don’t believe me then…”

“I want to,” you interrupted again. “Steve, I wanna believe you’ll come back, but…” You looked up finally and saw tears in his own eyes. “I’m scared.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Steve said through his own tears. “If you believe me, go back to the safe house and wait for me. When I get back, we’ll work this out. And I promise you I will never leave you again. I just need to do this. And I understand if you think that’s unforgiveable.” Your stomach flipped over. You wanted to think you were strong enough to end this, to tell him no, you couldn’t wait, but you didn’t have the strength. So you nodded.

“If you don’t come back…”

“I will.” Steve took his hand away from you and reached toward his neck, where he took out the tags he’d kept hanging around his neck ever since he stole them from the Smithsonian. His dog tags. He put them over your head, pulling your hair out from underneath them, and he leaned down and kissed you.

“Why are you giving me these?” You asked, gripping onto the silver so hard that it left his name and social security number imprinted in your palm.

“Because. I want you to hold onto them for me. And when I come back, you can give them back. Okay?” You nodded. Another tear fell onto the ground and it was so big that it made Steve’s heart ache. But he was done serving the world – he needed to serve himself. You knew that, no matter how much you didn’t want to believe it.

“Okay.” He pulled you into his strong, familiar embrace. “I love you, Steve,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you too.” Steve punctuated his words with another kiss, and after smoothing your hair down again, he started to walk back toward the device that would send him away.

“Come on,” Sam, the man you had come to know as possibly your best friend, pulled you away and into his arms so you wouldn’t have to watch.

It felt like forever that Steve was gone. With every single day that passed, you were sure that you were going to lose him. You only became more and more doubtful that he would come home. But you promised, and you wanted to believe in his promise, so you stayed. You stayed at the safe house the two of you had found together. You kept his jacket laying on the back of the chair at his desk. You kept his aftershave and razor on the vanity, waiting for him to come back and finally shave off that beard. You kept his other suit ready to go, right next to yours, in the bottom drawer of your dresser. You kept the quilt he liked at the end of the bed. You always made sure you had the kind of food he liked somewhere in the house, and you only replaced it when it went bad. You were waiting, and even though you were losing faith, everyone else told you not to.

Sam and Bucky would come by every few days to check on you. They would make sure you got out of bed and ate and sometimes they’d even stay in the spare rooms upstairs to make sure you weren’t alone. Most of the time, actually, unless they were on a mission, they lived with you. They tried to keep your spirits up. They even got you a companion, a gigantic retired bomb dog that Sam had met at the VA. But soon enough, they were gone again.

It marked six months since he’d been gone, and your faith was at its end. You truly believed he wasn’t coming back. Still, though, you hadn’t taken the dog tags off your neck and you hadn’t taken off the ring Steve had given you. It was a stormy night because lately they all had been that way. Sam and Bucky were gone somewhere in Europe, they weren’t allowed to tell you where. You were sure they were safe, though, because they called every chance they got. And they weren’t supposed to be back for another few days, so you didn’t expect anybody.

“Hey! Buddy!” You whistled in the darkness, watching the field in front of you for a sign of your dog. He never wandered too far when you let him outside, but he was far enough this time that you couldn’t quite see him. A minute after you called him again, he came bounding up to the front of the house, patiently sitting down at the top of the stairs.

“Good boy,” you said as you took the towel draped over the porch and started to wipe him off. Lightning lit up the field in front of you, revealing nobody for miles and miles. The road was a half a mile away from your line of sight still. You were all alone, except for the dog. Not that you expected anyone. You never did. And if an unwanted visitor showed up, you had nuclear power at your fingertips.

“Go to bed. Go on.” The dog panted as he walked inside in front of you. You made sure to lock the door and set the alarm, and then you started your nightly routine. You walked to every room and locked every window and made sure the alarm mechanism was working, and when you came back down the stairs, you fixed yourself a glass of water. The thunder outside was shaking the house, and internally you told Thor to calm it down or you’d never get to sleep. You walked into your room and took your series of pills, one after the other, until you were done. You opened the covers where Steve used to lay and let the dog crawl in beside you, muttering a quick good night.

“Thanks,” Steve said to the driver he’d hired to take him back to the house. He had no idea where his motorcycle was, or if you’d even kept it.

“You sure you want me to leave you at these gates?” The driver questioned, raising an eyebrow. Lightning lit up the field once again, and the driver relaxed when he saw a house in the distance.

“Here’s fine,” Steve said. He got out of the car and, after thanking the driver, he started the long walk up to the house. The lights were all off, but Sam’s truck and your SUV were parked beside the house. He could feel himself getting soaked by the rain, but he didn’t care. Rain was the least of his worries. Especially as he got closer to the house. He wanted to knock, but it was two in the morning. So he entered the code on the doorknob and walked inside.

You’d kept the house clean. Very clean. What else were you supposed to do all day? He made sure to wipe his feet on the door-mat after he turned the alarm system off. He looked around to see that his things were still where he left them and that alone gave him more hope than he’d had in a long time. But Sam and Bucky had jackets strewn on top of chairs in the dining area, too, and there was a dog bowl by the refrigerator that still had a picture of the two of you on it.

You heard the door open and close and snapped awake, sitting up in the bed immediately. The dog didn’t wake – so much for a guard dog – but you did. That was when your eyes adjusted to the darkness. The door was wide open, and standing in it was the silhouette of a man you never thought you’d see again. Instantly, your eyes filled with tears. You looked like you’d seen a ghost, and for a minute, you thought you did.

“Stevie,” you muttered through the tears that were quickly forming in your eyes. You broke as soon as you said his name out loud. He was real. He was alive. He was Steve, your Steve, and he’d come back like he promised. He’d come home.

He was slow and steady in his movements as you stood up, walking into the room until his feet hit the rug by the bed. He let you make the first move. You just flew right into his arms like a little kid, and he felt a wave of relief go through his body as he finally felt you again. You started crying, unable to control yourself, as you buried your face in his body.

“It’s okay,” he muttered as he choked back his own tears. He kissed the top of your head, the only place he could reach, and squeezed you tightly. Your hair had gotten longer, he noticed as he pulled it to one side of your shoulder. It smelled like lavender, your shampoo, and when it mixed with the smell of the scented candle you’d burned earlier, Steve knew he was home.

“I thought you were gone,” you sobbed. You cried like he was a ghost, like you’d really believed it even though you’d done everything you could not to lose hope in him. Steve had tried not to lose hope, either, and in that moment it was completely restored. He had his girl back, the girl he’d been dreaming about every single day and night and every time he closed his eyes. He’d even told Peggy about you, how much he missed you, and finally she had told him that he needed to go home. He’d never been more grateful in any of his lifetimes.

“I couldn’t leave my favorite girl.” He smiled a little, through his tears, and when you laughed, he swore it was the greatest sound he’d ever heard. You moved your head a little and he used the opportunity to kiss you, hard, until he ran out of breath. You shut your eyes again, trying to take him in. He had his hand moving against your scalp, slowly massaging the back of your head to get you to come back down to Earth.

“I thought…” You sighed and stopped talking. You tugged on his shirt to pull him down to your level, where you kissed him again and again. You tasted like the strawberry lip balm you put on every night before bed. You kissed until you were absolutely breathless again.

“I love you,” he said softly. “More than anything. You’re the only future I want. You’re the only past I want. And you’re the only present I can imagine.” He sniffled when he felt the metal on your neck through the shirt you were wearing, his shirt. He felt absolutely nothing but pride inside of him when he realized you’d kept them on all that time. You believed him.

“I tried not to doubt you, but…”

“I know. But, hey. No doubts now, right?” He gave you a hopeful, tearful smile as he held you.

“No doubts now.”

A/N: I am literally crying right now. Why am I like this? For extra salt in the wound, listen to Gale Song by the Lumineers like I did. I hope you enjoy 💙

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers imagine

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kilyra · 5 years ago

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You Work for Him?

A/N: I’m carrying on with the Eric Northman arc because I love him, and other people are gathering here that love him as well. Yay! So this follows all the other fics. I’m not really doing one long story, but it is all connected one shots I guess?

While you’re unwinding at Merlotte’s Eric shows up to your horror.

Warnings: None. I do have some Swedish between Pam and Eric and I just used Google Translate, so if you know the language and can send me corrections, please do! No spoilers though (I myself am only on S3 or 4, so this is an early Eric style fic…also, please don’t send me any spoilers).

If you want to be on my tag lists, (all or just a character) just let me know! (Credit for this amazing gif goes to @bonniebird. Thank you SO much!)

It was hard not to laugh and spit your drink back into your glass from the look Hoyt shot across the table. “Hey, don't look at me! I don't choose the job sites!”

Glancing between you, a wide, lopsided grin broke across Jason's face before he piled on. “Well, see, you say that, but it's your dispatching what sends us out.”

Chuckling, Hoyt bit half of one of his fries before tossing it back onto his plate and looking up. Truthfully, after such a long, crappy day, you were happy to see them both laughing.

“Well yeah, but I don't control what catastrophes happen that you need to swoop in and fix!”

Grabbing another fry, Hoyt used it to point as he frowned. “An overturned manure truck ain't exactly a catastrophe.”

“Oh come on! It is when it's blocking the heart of downtown.”

“Yeah. All three cars had to go a block over. Almost had to shut down the whole town.” Jason's voice was flat but there was a twinkle in his eye as he kept his laugh in.

“Again...I didn't want to send you guys out to clean up a bunch of cow shit. But it had to be done!” The grin that overtook your lips was so wide your cheeks hurt and you were just a hair away from laughing about it all over again.

And it felt nice.

“You were none too broke up about...” Hoyt jumped in but as you noticed the door to Merlotte's swing open with purpose, his words turned to muffled background noise.

Before you even saw who it was, your heart started beating faster. Although you'd only met her once, you immediately recognized Pam's stiff posture as she stepped in and cast a sightly disgusted glare over the room. Moving to the side and pausing, she made space for the person following. Your blood ran cold as you threw up a prayer that this was a dream. That you had just spontaneously passed out at your table and none of this was real. But the slow hush that crawled over the bar made it all too real.

Eric Northman.

Unlike Pam, he didn't waste time scanning over the room. Turning your direction, his eyes fell directly on you, as though he knew exactly where you'd be sitting. Your heart sank.

Eventually, Hoyt realized you had stopped listening, and both he and Jason turned to follow your stare. His eyebrows furrowed together in a quiet mark of confusion as he peered over the back of the booth, but Jason's forehead smoothed as his face dropped.

Eric stayed zeroed in on you as he and Pam strode toward your table. A feeling of dread grew with every, unhurried step. There wasn't a single soul that you had mentioned any of your Eric-related moments to and sweat started on your palm at the thought of anything happening so publicly.

How could anyone understand? You didn't even understand...

As he arrived, Jason's mouth hung open. “M-Mr. Northman...”

Pausing, Eric seemed to notice Jason for the first time as he eyebrow arched high. You knew Eric was giving him the only chance he'd give for Jason to finish his thought, but your friend fell quiet. Amusement lit Pam's eyes as her gaze darted between Jason and her maker. A small curl tugged at the corner of her mouth, but she stayed quiet.

You couldn't watch the panic grow on Jason's face for long before you stepped in. “Eric? What...are you doing here?”

Jason swallowed as he turned towards you wide-eyed. Hoyt's eyebrows furrowed deeper.

With a long blink, Eric turned his focus back on you before an unnatural smile snaked over his lips. You weren't sure if his attempt to look friendly was sincere, or if he was trying to make you uncomfortable. “I'm here to talk to you, sweetheart.”

Although the entire bar had fallen silent – staff and patrons alike – everything felt loud. It was almost hard to hear Eric over the rushing in your ears and people's stares felt like they were noisy somehow. Even Sam Merlotte stood motionless by the bar, his bar towel hanging from his balled fist.

Your eyes narrowed like that could block everything out and let you think. “W-what?”

“But not here,” he finished simply as his eyes bore into yours. Clearly uninterested in explaining himself, his stare intensified and your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire. Between his scrutiny and the attention of everyone in Merlotte's, you just wanted to crawl under the table and take a breath.

And yet, through all of that, your mind raced. What the hell could be so important?

The room stayed frozen until Eric leaned your direction. It may have been to whisper in your ear or grab your arm, but the sudden flurry of motion around him stopped whatever he was about to do.

On his feet, but still in the booth, Jason was already reaching across the table towards you as if he could magically shove himself between you and Eric. “Whoa, hold up there a minute.”

“Hush up, hot stuff. Grown-ups are talking." Taking a smooth step to the side, Pam moved against the edge of the booth, completely blocking in Jason. Her stance was relaxed, lightly leaning her knee along the seat, but she was completely immovable.

Trapped but still half-standing, Jason's hands clenched tightly as he shot Pam an unnoticed glare. Frustration, confusion, and anger swirled over his features in a quiet dance of emotion as both vampires ignored him.

Meanwhile, Hoyt shuffled next to him, hauling up short when he realized Jason wasn't moving. But, the tension that rippled up his arm proved he was ready to spring into action as soon as shit went down. Swallowing heavily, his eyes trailed back over to you as though he were trying to decide how bad the situation was.

Guilt surged across your chest at how willing they were to help even when they had no idea what was going on.

Pam grinned, her amusement clear as Eric quickly swept a sidelong gaze at the pair. His eyebrows raised as he let out a soft huff through his nose. Looking back at you, the good humour slowly drained from his expression as he nodded towards the door.

Under the table, your knees had turned to jelly. You weren't trying to make it all worse, but the sheer panic of being outed was running its way through your body. Slowly, your lips parted and you softly gasped for air. It was stale in your mouth.

And then Sam was suddenly there. His back visibly bristled as he pushed himself between you and Eric with his hands spread apart. The bar rag still hung from his fingers as he held his palms out. “Whoa...hey...what's uh...what's going on here?”

Not backing up, Eric loomed over the shorter man. His expression remained dispassionate, but there was a harder edge to his tone. “It's none of your concern.”

Squeezing his eyes closed in a pronounced blink, Sam relaxed his hands slightly. The one in front of you, however, remained protectively outstretched. "Well, actually, I get entirely concerned every time you step foot in my bar.”

Tilting his head, Eric cocked his eyebrow and loosely gestured to the rest of the room. “Do you not welcome all patrons here?”

Following his hand, you realized everyone was still staring. Some people dropped their gaze when you caught it but you weren't sure if it was from shame or fear. The one table that matched your look with an open glare was a group of muscle-bound, younger men with short sleeves and suspiciously-clean trucker hats. Quickly, you looked away.

“I do. Right up until they start causing shit. Which, with you, seems to happen almost immediately." The slight shake to the edges of Sam's shaggy hair was the only giveaway that he was full of adrenaline. As he stood toe to toe with the vampire, using a firm but exhausted tone, nothing else hinted that he recognized the danger he was putting himself in.

It was Eric that finally broke the staredown with a faint smile briefly ghosting his lips. The cold look of disinterest he shot Sam seemed to find a heated spark as he put his focus on you. "As entertaining as this is, I don't have time for these games. We need to leave."

Your heart pounded as he fell quiet. Something was wrong. If nothing else, you needed to tell your friends to stand down, but the words were trapped in your throat. Trying to swallow back the lump of sand in your mouth did nothing.

Not being deterred, Sam leaned towards the table, momentarily blocking your view of Eric. “Doesn't look to me like she wants to go anywhere with you.”

“I don't care,” a slight growl entered Eric's tone, betraying his passive features.

Violently, your stomach started to lurch. It was getting hard to see.

“She's...”

Please don't.

“My...”

DON'T

Adrenaline burst through you so fast, you were instantly shaking as you silently screamed for him to stop. The panic was so thorough that it took a moment to realize he had paused.

Risking a glance, you found his expression had grown stony as he captured your eyes.

He could feel your fear.

Lowering his chin, he continued to hold your stare as he finished flatly. “Associate.”

“She's your...?” Sam stopped as he turned to you. His deeply furrowed brow creased even deeper as he blinked at you. “You're his what?”

Associate?

“Uh..." It was all you could get out. Reaching for your drink, you stopped short of trying to lift it to your lips when you saw the tremble in your hands.

Watching you closely, Eric's tone was gentler as he nodded to the table. "Do you always have trouble with glasses, or is it just when I'm around?"

A twitch in the corner of his mouth was all the smile he offered. That, with the sudden softness in his tone, felt like a kick to the gut. Did you actually hurt his feelings?

“You...work for him?” Jason's voice grew higher as he struggled to understand. Frowning at you, he was rooted to his seat, no longer trying to push past Pam. Hoyt stayed quiet as his gaze shifted between you and Eric.

“N-no. I don't. I just...we..." The words trailed off into silence, your mind going blank. How could you explain it? He called you his once but...what did that even mean?

Eric turned his head towards Jason so slowly that you weren't even sure he had heard him at all. The colour drained from Jason's face while the vampire's eyes flickered over him before doing the same to Hoyt. His face did nothing to reveal whatever assessment he made about the tense pair.

Without acknowledging that you even spoke, he smoothly replied. "No. But there is an issue at Fangtasia that requires her attention."

With all the intensity of a confused puppy, Jason looked over at you. “But...she works for the town of Bon Temps, not Shreveport?”

Scoffing loudly, Pam rolled her eyes and shot a pointed look at Eric. His lips pursed together in a tight line in reply.

“I can't argue with that. You keep smart company, Y/n,” he finally replied as he took a step back from the table and nodded towards the door.

“What?” Pam finally broke her silence as her eyebrows shot up in equal parts irritation and surprise.

“More trouble isn't going to help anything.” Eric had dropped his voice, but you picked it up all the same.

Trouble? Although your adrenaline hadn't slowed, your heart pounded even harder. Clutching your hands tightly in your lap, your knuckles turned white.

“Jag trodde att vi var tvungna att få-”

“Vi ska. Senare.” Eric snapped.

Swallowing back whatever she was about to say, Pam clenched her jaw as she stepped away from the booth. Jason didn't make a move to get up, even once he was free.

Moving back from Sam, Eric shot you one more quiet look before Pam flanked him. It twisted the knots in your stomach and if it wasn't for all the eyes on you, cementing you to the spot, you would have dashed after him.

Not sparing another look back, the pair left Merlotte's.

Leaning forward, Jason tilted his head. “Is he why you wanted me to train you?”

Fighting past a layer of stunned numbness, you managed to shake your head. But it wasn't exactly convincing. “N-no...”

Still not convincing.

A firm hand on your arm pulled you out of your shock a little further as you looked up and saw Sam pouring all his concern through his soft blue eyes. When he spoke, there was a surprising gentleness there. “Are you okay?”

Reaching up, you set your hand over his, offering what you hoped was a reassuring squeeze. "Yeah...thank you, Sam."

With a noticeable blink, he nodded before patting your shoulder. As he returned to his place by the bar, he waved his hand dismissively. “Alright, show's over folks. Get back to drinking those looks off your faces.”

You didn't notice it, but the table of trucker hats didn't stop eyeing you.

Still grasping at every attempt to understand what happened, Jason's voice brought you back. “But, how do you even know Mr. Northman?”

Pressing your fingers to your temple, you would have laughed if you weren't so unsettled.

“You...you really don't talk to your sister much, do you?”

Swedish translations according to Google 1) I thought we had to get- 2) We will. Later.

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sams-sass · 5 years ago

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You Found Me Pt. 3

Hi! Here is part three to You Found Me. So happy you guys are liking this series.

GIF not mine

Read Parts One, Two, Four, Five, and Epilogue Here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Four

Part Five

Epilogue

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean get to know each other better.

Characters: You, Sam, Dean, and Cas

Pairings: Sam x Reader (we made it happen).

Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of Sam’s past.

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The next morning the four of you sat at the table in the kitchen eating bacon, eggs, and toast. There was something bothering you. You heard them talking, but could only focus on the puzzle pieces falling into place in your head.

“You know what I don’t understand?” You were looking at the back wall, not really even registering the guys. “I was convinced it was a birthmark because my mom had the exact same one and so did her parents. I came home crying from school when I was 12 because in science class we learned that only family can have the same birthmarks and I was convinced my grandparents were siblings. My mom assured me that it was because they were from the same small village, but I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me. They died when I was 14, on the same day if you can believe that.” The boys were all looking at you, trying to understand what you were telling them. “Oh my god!” You said, standing up. “That’s it!” You raced from the kitchen into the library where you started to grab the books you and Sam had looked at before. “I saw something yesterday, but it didn’t make any sense so I ignored it.” You said skimming through pages. “Here! ‘It is believed by some that empaths are still alive. They are not extinct, but only hiding.’ This is it! Don’t you see?” You asked looking up at them.

“No.” Dean said bluntly.

“My grandparents were empaths too, they had my mom who was an empath and then she married my dad, probably thinking she would be safe because he’s a human. She passed her abilities to me and I turned out to be an empath too.”

“I think I’m starting to catch on.” Sam said.

“Please, share with the class.” Dean said looking between the two of you.

“If you were a powerful being and your people were being hunted, systematically wiped out. You would try and do something to stop it, right?” You said looking at Dean.

“Of course.” He said, the wheels in his head spinning.

“That’s exactly what they did. They gave up their powers by masking them with the mark of a witch. That way they would be considered extinct, but they would actually be hiding in plain sight.” You said talking with your hands now, your voice rising an octave.

“You not only get to live a life free of harm, you ensure the survival of the race.” Sam said, just as excited as you were.

“Exactly!” You said pointing at him.

“Holy crap!” Dean said, getting excited too. “This all makes sense now!”

“It even makes sense why you’re so powerful.” Cas said, speaking for the first time.

“Wait. Why?” You asked looking him in the eyes.

“You’re half human.”

“Of course!” Sam said looking at you.

“I don’t understand. Wouldn’t I be weaker being half human, only being half empath?” You asked Cas, your brow furrowing.

“No, when powerful beings have offspring with a human that offspring is often the most powerful one of its kind. You could be the most powerful empath to live.” Cas explained. All the color drained from your face as your smile fell. Your eyes shifted away from them and you began to cry, covering you face with your hands you turned away from them. The three men looked at each other with wide eyes and confused expressions at your sudden mood change.

“I’m sorry. I just feel so lost in all of this, I always liked being highly perceptive to people and their emotions, but this is a lot. It’s all just so sudden.” You explained facing them again, wiping your eyes. “I really am so grateful for all your help, I just feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Cas felt sorry for you, but he also felt helpless in the matter. You could sense him trying to search for the right words to say and always coming up empty. Dean felt sorry for you too, his fear of you was waning and you could tell part of him was starting to really like you. There was a part of him that understood where you were coming from. Understood the pressure to be someone you never wanted to be, feeling like everything rested on your shoulders. You gave him a small smile and felt relief wash away some of his nervousness. Sam, on the other hand, was a whole different story. You felt his complete understanding, his sorrow, his empathy. There was not a part of him that was scared of you, his mind was turning through all the emotions he had once felt. Feeling them right along side you. You looked deep into his eyes, you could feel the apprehension of getting too close to you in him, but he looked right back. His hand came up to rest on yours and you gasped as images filled your mind.

A girl screaming on a ceiling, blood across her stomach, flames surrounding her. Sam waking up in a cold sweat only to be laying next to the girl in bed. Fear and hatred coursing through is veins.

Sam crying, watching their apartment burn after it actually happened. Guilt consumed him, he knew what was going to happen and he ignored it.

He’s older now, drinking blood and absolutely hating himself for it. Convincing himself he is doing the right thing. Sadness and desperation filling his soul.

His eyes turning black as he kills someone. Violence and disgust pulsating out of him.

Sam’s face as he realizes he started the apocalypse. More guilt, anger, and fear coming out of every part of him.

“I’m the least of any of you.” He says to Dean, self-loathing eating away at him.

Sam jumping into a hole to save the world. Relief and peace evident on his face.

You gasped again coming back into the room, you had fresh tears in your eyes, looking at Sam you saw he did too.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god, I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry.” You furiously tried to apologize. Sam cleared his throat and took a step back from you. He was upset. You looked at Dean and Cas, they were just staring at you not understanding what happened. You apologized one more time before darting to your room. Closing the door, you fell on the bed and let the tears come. You were devastated, you felt the connection between you and Sam was so strong. So real. Now, it was over, he would never want to talk to you again. Not after you jumped into his mind. You were also crying about what you saw. Sam had lived a hard life, you guessed Dean did too. Sympathy and remorse coursed through you as you cried for both of them, for their broken lives. You got up and grabbed the flannel Dean had given you, judging by its size, it was Sam’s. You tore the shirt you were wearing off and put on the flannel, inhaling his scent made you calm down a bit. Laying back down on the bed, you stared at the ceiling wondering how you were ever going to get the courage to leave the room. You aren’t sure how long you laid there, but a knock on your door startled you. You could feel Sam through the door, feel his uneasiness about talking to you. You took a big breath and stood up, determined to fix this. Opening the door, you sent Sam a shy smile.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly. You were so afraid of crying again that you just nodded and stepped aside to let him in. He walked in your room and sat down on your bed. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, you didn’t know why, you were the one who should be embarrassed. You decided to just go for it.

“Sam, I am so sorry, I would never have done that purposefully. I am so sorry, but why are you embarrassed?” His eyes snapped to yours, a flash of anger came and went as he breathed heavily, chest rising and falling.

“I’m embarrassed because I never wanted you to know any of that about me, Y/N. About all the horrible things I did in my past. All the mistakes I made that made every situation worse. All the people I hurt.” He was so caught up in his mistakes that he couldn’t see past it.

“Sam, I get how you might think that way, but its not true at all. I saw some of your darkest moments, the things you bury and try to forget about. I saw them Sam, and the only feeling I have towards you is empathy.” You said sitting next to him on the bed. He looked at you and let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxed and the left side of his mouth pulled up in a smile.

“How could you possibly feel that way?” He asked, confusion and relief coming off of him.

“I have done dumb stuff too, Sam, everyone has. What makes a bad person bad is that they do bad things because they want to, because they simply don’t care how their actions affect others. What makes a good person good, is that they care. They care deeply when they do something bad and they try to do the right thing to right their wrong. They take responsibility for their actions and do whatever is in their power to fix it. That’s what I saw you do, every time. You admitted that you were wrong and tried to fix it.” Sam was staring at you now. Hope and comfort filled his body. “If there was ever a person who you should believe about yourself, its me, and you are a good man, Sam.”

“Thank you.” Was all he said. There was a new feeling emerging from him. It felt warm and thick, like honey. Sam felt hot and full.

“Sam.” You started. “I feel like we have a connection, I feel close to you. I can feel that you feel it too. I know it’s silly because we just met yesterday practically, but its strong.”

“You’re right. I do feel it too.” Sam said leaning towards you.

“I don’t want to scare you by touching you again.” Your breathing was becoming heavier.

“Y/N, please touch me.” You reached up and put your hands on either side of his face. You gasped again as images of you through Sam’s eyes floated through your head.

You were chained to the wall. Anger and compassion hit Sam at the same time when he laid eyes on you. He ran to you and instantly felt better once he had you in his arms.

You were leaning against him on the car ride to the bunker. Complete awe, admiration, and sympathy was all he felt as your head lolled against his shoulder.

He was carrying you into the bunker. You could feel that all he wanted was your safety.

He was cleaning your skin on the bed. He felt protective and warm, he was so happy you were alive. He didn’t even know you and the relief he felt from you hanging on to life was almost tangible.

You had just walked out of the shower almost walked right into him. You could feel him thinking about how good you looked in his shirt. How he couldn’t believe that this sweet, powerful, and beautiful girl was in his life.

You came back into the room. Sam was staring at you, his eyes full of questions. His hands ran their way up your thighs and landed on your hips, pulling you to him slightly.

“I don’t know what will happen if we go further.” You said, trying to keep everything on the table.

“Only one way to find out.” He said with a smile. “I don’t know why I feel so strongly about you, but I do. We don’t have to do….everything just yet. We can take this as slow as you want.”

“I just want to try one thing.” You whispered, moving closer to him. Your hands threaded through his hair and you felt him restraining himself. Desire coursed through you both. Your lips touched and all the bottled up feelings you both had came pouring out. His mouth opened as your lips parted. His tongue dominated your mouth, swallowing the whimper that came out of you. His hands moved higher up your body, caressing the soft skin under your shirt. Your back arched into his chest as his arms closed around you, pulling you further to him. Your mind was swimming in ecstasy as your legs parted slightly.

“Y/N, what is this? Why does this feel so good?” He asked, breaking away from you and resting his forehead against yours. You shook your head slightly as a hand ran down his chest playing with one of the buttons on his shirt.

“I don’t know, but I feel it too.” You agreed, both of you were panting. You smiled and started to laugh; Sam looked into your eyes and started to laugh too. This all felt so good, his skin was so hot on yours and the desire he was feeling for you was pulsing into you. You both detangled yourselves from each other, you touched your lips as Sam rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, I would like to do that again, but not at the moment. I want to get to know you better first.” He said, you could tell he was conflicted. Part of him wanted to wait and talk, but another part of him wanted to rip your clothes off and take you right here and now.

“What now?” You said trying to find something to do with your hands besides dragging your nails down his skin.

“Well, we could like hang out?” He suggested with a shrug and a raise of his eyebrows.

“Sure!” You said quickly. “I like movies and snacks.” You said hopeful.

“Me too.” He said with a smile. You both got off the bed and left the room. “What kind of snacks?” He asked as you two walked down the hallway.

“Oh, I have an idea.” You said looking at him from under your eyelashes. He sent you a crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat. You both walked into the kitchen and you got right to work. Basic ingredients, flour, sugar, chocolate chips, butter, eggs. The essentials. Sam was leaning against the counter with his arms over his chest, watching you as you took everything out.

“Cookies?” He asked.

“Better.” You answered with what you hoped was a flirty smile. You made a dough and folded the chocolate chips into it. You took the dough and rolled it out onto the counter, flattening it to about ½ inch thick. Taking a sharp knife you cut the dough into pieces and placed them on a baking sheet. Placing them in the oven, you turned towards Sam. He was staring at you with soft eyes and a dazed expression. Hope was burning through him, hope like he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“It seemed like you were pretty good at that.” Sam said.

“My mom loved to bake, I used to watch her in the kitchen all the time. She would “nervous bake” as she called it. Whenever my dad was away for anything she would just bake and bake until he came home. I would feel bad for getting a little excited when my dad would leave, but I knew that I was just going to be stuffed with cupcakes, cookies, bread, and homemade candy for a few days.” You said looking into the distance, lost in the memory. When you looked at Sam the feeling of longing was coming off of him in strong waves. “So, movie?” You said.

“Yeah, what’s your favorite movie?” He asked.

“Humm, well am I trying to laugh, cry, be enthralled in action?” Sam pondered your question for a moment.

“Laugh.” He said looking at you.

“I was hoping you would say that. In that case, its Y/F/M.”

“I love that movie! One of my all-time favorites, we have it here!” You two were smiling at each other again, lost in the feeling.

“What is that smell?” Dean asked walking into the room.

“I baked! They are almost ready.” You said proudly.

“Whatever they are, they smell amazing.” Dean said with a nod of his head. The timer on your phone went off and you pulled the tray from the oven and turned to face them.

“They have to cool slightly.” You said, pointing at Dean.

“What are they?” Dean asked you peering around your shoulder.

“Chocolate scones, they are 10 times better than cookies.” You said. “Hey, where’s Cas?” You asked looking around for the angel.

“Oh, this hunter we know, Claire, she called thinking she had something. He left to check it out with her.” Dean answered coming over to smell the scones again. Dean was feeling better about you, he was starting to trust you more and he could tell that you had a thing for Sam.

“Y/N and I were going to watch a movie if you wanted to join, Dean.” Sam offered to his brother. You could feel that he was silently begging him to say no. You lowered your head to smile.

“Yeah, yeah I would like that.” Dean said. Surprisingly, you felt that Dean knew Sam wanted him to say no. You once again had to smile to yourself at the brotherly banter.

“These are cooled down enough. Is there a plate I can put them on?” You asked both the boys. Dean got you a plate that you placed the scones on the plate and walked past both boys to the living room. You all sat down on the couch, you in the middle. Dean brought in beers, whiskey and wine.

“Take your pick.” He said.

“Wine!” You almost yelled.

“Beer.” Sam said. Each of them took a scone and a drink. They each took a bite and moaned.

“This is fucking delicious. What did you do?” Dean said.

“You have officially ruined all other baked goods for me. Holy shit.” Sam said putting down his beer to grab another scone. You all watched the movie laughing together, drinking, and eating. As the night went on Sam started to feel so good, he completely forgot that he hadn’t wanted Dean here. He realized that he wanted Dean to get to know you too. Everything about you was amazing. Whenever you were near, Sam felt whole for the first time in his life, he felt at peace.

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Three Days Later

“So, check this out.” Sam said walking into the library with his laptop. You and Dean were sitting at a table trying to find anymore lore on empaths and how to control the power.

“What’s up?” Dean asked his brother, looking up at him.

“About two hours from here a girl was found with her throat ripped out and almost all of her blood gone.”

“Vamp?” Dean asked.

“Looks like it.” Sam agreed, nodding. Both the brothers looked at you.

“It’s ok, I won’t ask to come.” You said rolling your eyes and smiling. They smiled back at you.

“Maybe one day, Y/N/N, but right now we don’t want the whole monster world to know about you just yet.” Dean explained, he was telling the truth, but there was something else. Something he wouldn’t admit yet. He was scared to lose you.

“I know.” You said giving him a playful elbow to his shoulder. You were starting to get better with physical contact. You could imagine a wall blocking out the mental images and for the most part you could stop them from invading your mind. It didn’t always work and sometimes shoulders touched, hands brushed up against one another, friendly pats were given without warning. Sometimes you couldn’t help it.

“Pack up, Sammy. We leave in 10.” Dean said to his brother as he walked out of the library and down the hall to his room. Sam looked back at you and his whole face softened.

“Hey, vamps are usually a quick hunt. We shouldn’t be gone for too long.” Sam said coming over to lean against the corner of the table you were sitting at.

“Good, I don’t really want to be here alone.” You said standing up to face him.

“I don’t want you to be either.” He said, his hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face. He wanted you and you wanted him. This pull you were feeling towards each other was getting stronger. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “I really do have to pack.” He said, his breath hot against your lips.

“I know, I can help.” You said as he began to stand up straight.

“Sure.” He nodded and the two of you walked to his room. He got out a duffel and started throwing clothes into it. You sat on his bed and asked a few questions about vampires.

“Come on, Sam!” Dean called from the hallway.

“Looks like I gotta go.” Sam said coming to sit next to you. You nodded and his hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’ll miss you.” He said stroking your face with his thumb.

“I’ll miss you too, Sam.” You said leaning closer to him. His lips touched yours and just like the first time you were both lost in bliss and desire. Your lips parted as his tongue danced with yours, you moaned into his mouth and Sam pulled away. He kissed your forehead and you could feel the restraint he was exercising. You both stood up and made your way to the war room. Dean leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek.

“See you later, kid.” He said with a smile.

“See you soon, Y/N.” Sam said with soft eyes.

“Be safe.” You said to both of them as they walked out the door.

You spent the next few hours looking through the lore again, looking for anyway on how to control your power. An idea hit you. You focused on Sam’s face and closed your eyes. You found yourself in the backseat of the impala looking at the shoulders of both boys.

“So how many you think are in there?” Sam asked.

“Not a clue, too many.” Dean responded. You walked out of the car and into the boarded up house. You counted the bodies and where they were in the house. You walked back out to the boys. They were out of the car now, getting machetes from the trunk. You touched both of their shoulders at the same time.

“Hiya!” You said.

“Jesus!” Sam said jumping slightly.

“The fuck?” Dean said jumping and reaching for his gun.

“Y/N?” Sam asked.

“I’m at the bunker, don’t worry. Thought I might try to help. There are 12 of them in there 3 in the room to the left when you walk in, 3 in the room on the right down the hall, and 6 in the living room. All of them are just like hanging out, didn’t look like they were going anywhere soon.” You sent them mental images of the house and where all the vampires were.

“Thank you.” Sam said to the air where he thought you might be.

“You’re awesome, thanks Y/N/N.” Dean said looking around everywhere making you giggle.

“See you guys soon, stay safe.” You said letting go of them and closing your eyes. When you opened them again you were back in the bunker. You set about to work.

The boys found that it was one of the easiest jobs they had ever worked. All the vamps were where you showed them they would be and it made for easy clean up. They got in the car and started the drive home.

“I know you two have something going on.” Dean said to his brother, glancing out the corner of his eye.

“I know you know.” Sam said back. “I can’t explain it, Dean. When I’m with her I just feel so…happy. She makes me feel good, like really good.”

“Ew. I didn’t ask about your sex life.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Sam said with a small smile. “She makes me feel whole, I know its weird.” Sam said looking out the window.

“No it’s not, Sammy. If she makes you happy then go for it.” Dean said nodding.

They pulled up to the bunker at around 2am. They were both beat, dirty, and hungry. Walking down the stairs they both smelt something amazing. They took a deep inhale and smiled. They turned into the kitchen and sprawled on the kitchen counter were baked goods. There was a pecan pie with a note marked to ‘Dean’ next to it.

Dean,

When you said bye to me earlier all I saw was visions of pecan pie. Glad you’re back safe.

-Y/N

Next to the pie was a pile of shortbread cookies with a note marked for ‘Sam’.

Sam,

I know you appreciate things as they should be, but also like a little twist. I made you lavender and lemon shortbread cookies. I’m glad you came back to me.

P.S. I guess nervous baking runs in the family

-Y/N

Dean was already a third of the way through his pie when Sam took a look at him.

“Sam, if you don’t marry her I will.” Dean said with a laugh, food all around his face. Sam laughed with him and put the note down to take a bite of a cookie, it was out of this world delicious. He finished about four and then made his way to your room. You weren’t in there. He ran into the living room and saw you sound asleep on the couch. He gently picked you up to carry you into your room. You stirred in his arms as he walked and gently opened your eyes.

“Sam.” You mumbled against his chest. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too, Y/N.” Sam was so happy to hold you once again. He couldn’t wait for more moments like this. After laying you in bed where you instantly fell back asleep, he showered and laid down for a restful sleep of his own.

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jay-and-dean · 5 years ago

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Too good to be true (This is how it ends.)

(Dean x Reader)

Summary : Dean and her are driving home, after another hunt together. They are in love, have been for a long time and it was so good… It was too good to be true…

Warnings : ANGST. DARK FIC. Seriously, I can’t put all the warnings because it could kill the fic, just don’t read it if you’re fragile lately.

Words : 2.4 k

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Dean was desperate.

That’s how it happened.

She was looking out the window again, that expression on her tired face : an implacable anger, but not the kind of anger that makes people leave, no, the kind that irreversibly erodes the soul.

She was silent again, what could she say ? Dean wanted her to look at him, he needed her to look at him, but not like she did lately, not with that anger, not with her broken heart just behind her doleful eyes.

He needed the look of the beginning : the first months, the first year… Those knowing smiling glares, the little wrinkles at the corner of her eyes when she stared at him in awe, the lust burning in her dark pupils constantly…

It’s gone now. The light in her died. Slowly, day after day, lie after lie.

It died during the nights she spent crying alone, hoping eventually she will fall asleep forever. It died while he was away, drowning his pain in the violence of hunting, in the bottom of a glass, in a bed that wasn’t his…

Is it possible that he loved her too much to make her happy ?

Squeezing the steering wheel, he struggled to see past the rain drops on the windshield. Drops of water, that’s all there were, on the windows, on her face, in his eyes… The little straight glowing lines of falling rain hit, harassing, the only light he still could control : the Impala’s headlights.

They were the best. Nothing more, nothing less. Together, they were invincible and their love used to frighten every nightmares, every monsters. It made the both of them twice stronger. At least in the beginning of their story…

Dean had found the woman that was going to save him when he thought nothing could ever but enough to do. She knew Hell too, not because she went there, but because it had followed her here on Earth, her entire life. The anger, the guilt, the sleepless nights… She was so much like him… And she took all of it when she moored to his gloomy life.

Everything was good now, and it was too good to be true…

She was pure fire and their passion burst just like in the movies. His hands always on her, her magic mouth able to make him beg with a whisper.

Moans in the middle of the night, laughs. Getting drunk and making fun of everybody else. Their hands in the blood of their last kill, their kisses burning… They were scary and their love was extreme. It consumed like bonfire.

It was just too good to be true…

He turned his head and saw the bruises on her neck. Bruises of hating love, and it got him half aroused, half disgusted with himself, as usual. Why wasn’t he able to be anything but rough lately ? Why did she provoke him so bad when he tried not to ?

How did it drift that much ?

Now their love making had become bruising and as violent as hate. No sweet kisses, no shy brushes of the hand, just hungry bites and yelling at each other while tearing each other clothes apart. And the sweetest taste of their mornings together turned to a sick codependency.

“Say something” he grunted, knowing it will probably turn to another fight, but the silence was killing him.

“Will you think of her next time you fuck me, Dean ?” she snapped, and his heart sank a little lower, making him nauseous again.

Shame.

A few years ago, she relieved him of his guilt with her love, but her hate little by little brought shame instead, and Dean couldn’t sleep anymore.

“Don’t be ridiculous…” he kept his eyes on the road, not realizing he was going a little faster, chasing something that he could never gain back : The love of his life.

Tears fell on her face, and Dean remembered swearing he would never hurt her. That was a long time ago…

That was too good to be true.

Silence fell again in the car. That deadly silence that smelled just like a panic attack. Lately, he didn’t listen to music anymore, neither did her, so silence won… But music… The poison that spoiled their love ruined every song on Earth. Love songs make Dean want to rip his own heart, and other songs just didn’t matter at all.

That storm outside had given the entire world a smell of dampness, of mold and Dean hated this.

He had no idea how it got that bad… He just remembered fear, a fear that used to wake him up at night. Because it was too good to be true, and eventually, he was going to lose her. Came over-protectiveness, possessiveness, and all the excessive reactions, the hurtful words that comes with them. Too much alcohol too, way too much.And fights, fights over hunts, fights about risks, about choices, about mean words and fights about fights. Those about jealousy and just about everything.

Yelling at each other constantly…

Venom on the lips, and bottles crashing on the wall and fists breaking pieces of furniture.

He remembered that evening she hit him… The first time. She had promised never to hurt him too. But he had promised to drink less, to stop trying to control her, to trust her during hunts…

He broke every single promise he made except that one about loving her that much for eternity…

Accelerating again, he hissed thinking of their fights, of her fists hitting his chest with rage, of his hands pushing her against the wall while she yells and fights him.

He remembered the night he stepped on both their hearts, already bleeding out on the floor, he just crushed them with his boot.

When Cassie showed up just that night… When his rage blinded him enough to make him think a dive in the past would ease the pain. A past when he hadn’t been ripped apart by love yet.

“Baby…”

“Don’t call me that !” she yelled. Again. Her voice had only been yells, sobs or moans for such a long time now. “Her hand was on your knee Dean ! Her fucking painted nails ready to dig in your back !”

“I don’t want her !”

He knew he was the one who made her crazy. Crazy in love, first, then he broke her trust, he broke her heart, and her mind with it.

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME, DEAN ! I HATE YOU !”

Here it was.

As the words stabbed him, his hands gripped the wheel tighter and his eyes turned to her furious face. Her veins were showing in her neck, her eyes were red from crying too much, for too long…

“Stop being a crazy bitch !” his own word made him flinch.

He never thought he would speak like that to someone, let alone to the love of his life… But violence is easy to get used to.

“I AM THE CRAZY ONE ! YOU ALMOST KILLED THAT GUY LAST WEEK ! COPS ARE LOOKING FOR YOU !”

“He said he wanted to take you on the fucking wall !” he started to shake again, afraid, so afraid of something inside of him… But what ?

“WELL I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU DEAN !”

“You made him hope ! You were making me jealous on purpose ! Do you think I didn’t see the slutty smile, and the little bites of you lips ! Your lips are MINE !”

“IT HURTS HUH ?!”

He bit his lips until he tasted his own blood.

Yes, he almost killed that guy ; he had no control over anything lately, she made him worse than the Mark of Cain, and still was the best thing that happened to him. And, yes, when someone got close to her, Dean turned to a psycho, she had to throw a glass on his back to make him stop- he could still feel the ache of the impact on his spine- ; and she had to grab his wrist to make him run. But while the sirens were ringing in the hot summer night, he took her so hard in that alley, marking her with his angry hands, terrified he couldn’t stop his fingers from squeezing her neck to death… Tears in her eyes, she didn’t flinch when he threatened her, she never did.

Like she was satisfied by the idea of dying from his hands.

“You want me to suffer, you treat me like I’m a fucking enemy…” he sighed.

She took a shaky breath, obviously fighting her own painful lungs.

“I love you so much” she whispered before bursting in tears again, her thighs shaking with the ache she lived with each day. “I love you…” she was struggling to breath. “I love… Make me forget chaos…” she begged.

“Forgive me… Forgive me and I’ll do anything to make you happy again” he tried without an ounce of hope.

“I tried Dean… But each time I think of it…” she had so much gravel in her voice, they were choking her. “I want you to fucking die…”

He couldn’t add a word. Despair making him dizzy, and this stupid rain…

The Impala was cleaving the night at the speed of his heart.

He bent a little and looked up to try and see the sky but the storm was hiding all the stars. For a second, he wondered where was Sam. Probably in the bunker, with Eileen, with Jack, Cas, maybe Jody, Garth… With those friends he started neglecting a long time ago.

He thought of how she easily became friends with all of them. She was his spring. After a whole life of a bitter winter…

She has been the spring he waited for since childhood ; ice melt, flowers bloomed, he wasn’t cold anymore, and it wasn’t so dark.

He can’t go through winter again, not now that he knew the heavenly warmth of her arms.

She was spring…

But summer is crushing them now, flowers wilted and the sun burnt hope.

Just smile, he begged in his head. Smile, baby, I’m begging you, I can make this right… Just smile…

She put her face in her palms and screamed, making him jump a little, like he had been slapped. Her pain hurting him even more that it did her.

“I’ll make it right baby… I can fix us” he said reaching her knee.

But she hit his hand.

“DON’T TOUCH ME !”

“I’ll make it right” he insisted.

“YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT ! LOOK AT US DEAN ! TELL ME WHAT IS RIGHT ?” she yelled again, turning on her knees to face him. She seemed a little taller now, and she was so beautiful he just couldn’t believe it. There was no other woman he could look at, no other human he really cared about.

The tiny shorts she was wearing didn’t hide the fingers shaped bruises on her thighs, the tank top wet with her sweat, and her purple and yellow collar of shame screaming “too late, too far” at him.

And her eyes, the sadness in it was like a black hole.

“LOOK AT US !” she begged, and he wondered how this face could have been smiling once… It was a long time ago, and it was too good to be true.

He would have given everything he had to make her pain stop. Everything. But he had nothing left but her…

He thought it couldn’t be worse now, but she sat on her ankles and shook her head in sigh of renunciation.

“I have to let you go, Dean” she stated with a hoarse voice.

“What ? No !” he panicked, feeling Hell tighten around the world. His blood ran cold and icy sweat broke through the skin of his back. “Don’t say that…”

“You’re miserable, and… I want you to become Dean again, my Dean, the man I love so…” her voice broke. “So so much.”

“I am, baby… I am your Dean.”

“Not anymore… I’m like drug, you… you want me really bad but I’m b-bad for you” she wiped her face, trying to seem sure. “I’m letting you go.”

“Stop saying that, that’s not true. I was nothing before you came to my life.”

“You were a hunter, you were a hero, my hero… baby.”

Here was the love. Here was what he so desperately needed, and she was saying it was over. He was high on her indeed, but how could true love be a bad thing ?

Rage was his last defense against despair, so as usual, he couldn’t hold it back longer.

“I HAD NOTHING ! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME ! YOU WON’T ! I WILL TIE YOU UP IF I HAVE TO” he yells, his beloved car moving slightly aside for a second. “YOU’RE MINE ! YOU’RE FUCKING MINE !”

“GOD I HATE YOU !” she shouted.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL ! I CAN’T FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT YOU !”

“I HATE YOU !” I HATE YOU !” she screamed, tears soaking her face, her tiny fists hitting his shoulder. “LET ME GO ! LET ME GO ! I CAN’T…” her voice started to whistle and she was panting. “I can’t… Let me go… Make it stop… I love you so much it’s killing me…”

That war will never be over. There will never be truce.

Nothing would ever make it better. Holding up seemed impossible, and letting go… Letting go… he just couldn’t think of it.

Smile… I’m begging you baby, smile…

He accelerated again, like he could catch past.

I need your smile to breathe, tell me I didn’t break you that bad… Please.

Please.

Please…

He never deserved her, he never deserved love, he was as bad for her as she was bad for him. But maybe that was the real curse of the Winchesters after all.

Love.

His hands left the steering wheel for a second, just to grip it again, on the left of it. His jaw clenched.

Time slowed and he looked at her one last time, completely ignoring the road go by at a crazy pace before them.

Smile… I’m begging you.

Her wet reddened eyes widenned, looking behind her to the pit on the side of the road.She looked at him again and just let her head fall tenderly on his shoulder.

And he brusquely turned right.

The tires squealed…

This is how it ended.

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nickelkeep · 5 years ago

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Stay a While

Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Teen Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: None. Written For: @winchester-ofthe-lord as a part of a Secret Valentine Exchange. On Ao3

It wasn't a hard decision for Dean when it came down to it. His lease was going to end in three months, the apartment always smelled terrible, Sam had moved out two months prior, and Cas had been his best friend for years. If there was anyone he trusted more in the world than Sammy, it was Cas.

So when Cas came to him and said that Jimmy and Amelia were expecting, and if he could have Sam's room, it had been a no brainer. If Cas moved in with him, it would have added 30 minutes to Cas' commute to work. Dean worked from home, working on his second novel, so he could live anywhere, as long as he could get to the publishing house once a month.

Cas stopped by one evening after work, at Dean's request. He let himself into the apartment, using the spare key Dean had given him years ago.

"Dean?"

"In the kitchen, Cas." Dean could barely make out his best friend's near-silent footsteps. "Have a good day at work?"

"As good as it could be." Cas dragged a chair from the dining room to the doorway and sat down. "Remind me again why I wanted to be a Librarian?"

Dean let out a chuckle. "You wanted to make sure my books got on the shelves."

"And here we are, years later, and you didn't actually need me." Cas slouched in the chair and lifted his legs, resting his feet against the doorframe.

"Comfortable?" Dean looked over from the pan, his eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Very. Marking my territory."

"Yeah, about that." Dean flipped a burger and looked at Cas. "I put in my notice for this place."

Cas' feet slid down off the wall as he shot up in his seat. "Wait, why? I thought I was moving in here with you?"

"Relax, Cas. I thought about it, and I had a better idea."

"Start speaking before I panic, Dean." Cas' eyes were wide in surprise. "I already told Jimmy and Amelia I was moving."

Dean chuckled. "We're still going to move in together if that's what you want." Dean placed a pair of buns in the toaster before walking over to the fridge and grabbing out toppings. "You move here, Cas, and you've just added 30 to 45 minutes to your daily commute. Between your income and mine? We should be able to find a place downtown and closer to the library."

"Wait, really?" Cas ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Dean with a look that Dean wasn't familiar with. "But you're all set up here, and my schedule won't let me go apartment hunting."

"Maybe not, but mine does." Dean winked before crossing over to grab the buns that just popped up in the toaster. "I can take pictures, text them to you, and we can talk about them. Hell, if you want to look them up on the internet, I'll go wherever you want to send me." Dean placed the burgers on the buns and set a plate on the counter. "Get over here and get your fixings."

"Dean, you didn't have to do that." Cas stood up and entered the kitchen. He started fixing up his burger and continued his train of thought. "I mean, I won't say no, but I was just happy moving in with you. We haven't lived together…"

"Since college. Yeah, I know Cas. And I'm thrilled to be living with you again too. But let's do it on our terms."

Cas exited the kitchen and moved the chair he stole back to the table before sitting down. Dean was behind him, two beers in hand. "Dean, I appreciate it. You thinking of me."

"Yeah." Dean sat down and looked at his food, trying to hide his blush from Cas. "So, how about, if you have no plans tonight besides eating my cooking, we come up with a list of what we want."

With the burgers devoured, and Dean and Cas moving on to their second beers, they set up shop in the living room. Dean grabbed a pen and notebook and started taking notes.

"We're not going to find two bathrooms downtown, Cas. Besides, that's twice the number of bathrooms we need to clean. Unless something's changed in the past seven years, we both literally keep a bottle of shampoo, a bottle of body wash and our shaving stuff each."

"What if we have a guest staying with us?" Cas leaned into Dean and tried to grab the pen out of his hand.

Dean blushed at the touch but quickly pulled the pen out of Cas' grasp. "Look, we can keep an eye out for it. But I'm not marking it as a high priority. Deal?"

"Fine." Cas pouted, before his lips turned into something more mischevious. "Can we at least put a porch or balcony higher on the list then? I was kinda looking forward to having a mini garden on yours."

"You know what, this is a compromise. I'll put it up higher."

Cas elbowed Dean in the side. "See, we can do this whole living thing together thing. It hasn't been that long."

"Well, I mean, if you want to do a month test, Sam's room is open." Dean blurted out before he thought. He almost wished he could take it back. Almost.

"I mean, how much have you changed in seven years?" Cas winked before turning serious. "I missed living with you, you know?"

"You mean living hundreds of miles away from me while getting your doctorate wasn't all that it was cracked up to be?" Dean smiled softly. "At least we stayed in touch."

"Like I wouldn't have kept in contact with you." Cas replied softly, before muttering something else Dean couldn't make out.

Dean playfully returned Cas;' elbow to the waist. "Hey, this is supposed to be a good time right now. You and me, back together again, taking on the world."

"One book at a time?" Cas met Dean's eyes, repeating a mantra from their youth.

"Don't you know it, Cas."

…

As the first week passed, Dean found himself apartment hunting in the day and writing at night. Cas had sent several apartments he was interested in, and Dean found a few that met their criteria as well. Cas had stopped by a couple of times, dropping off some bedding and some clothes for when they did a test run of living together again.

After work that Friday, Cas came back to the apartment. Dean had made dinner again and prepared burgers with sweet potato fries.

"That's going to be the biggest perk of living with you again." Cas commented as he walked into the dining area. "There was nowhere that made a burger as good as yours."

"Trying to butter me up so you can pick what to watch after we eat?"

Cas chuckled. "Do you not watch Jeopardy anymore?"

"I do. But you and your fancy documentaries. Save the bees! Deep Ocean Exploration. Fifty languages and how they evolved over time." Dean laughed as Cas stuck his tongue out at him. "Like I'm wrong."

"You're not. But I would like to see if I can kick your ass at Jeopardy now." Cas had walked up to Dean and, for a brief moment, Dean thought that Cas was going to wrap his arms around him. "We're just going to assume that all my fancy schooling made me smarter."

Dean tried to not let his shoulders fall as Cas stepped away and grabbed a pair of beers out of the fridge, and took them to the table. "Anything special you want for your burger, Cas?"

"To have it in my mouth."

"Yeah, okay." Dean snorted. "Burgers and sweet potato fries, coming up."

The duo ate their dinner and spoke about Cas' day at work, and the apartments Dean had gone to see over the week. Cas had liked two out of the eight apartments Dean had sent him over the week, and he was excited to see what the remaining apartments brought to the table.

After dinner, Dean and Cas plopped on the sofa, Dean still kicking Cas' ass at Jeopardy and Cas politely asking to watch a couple episodes of Parts Unknown on Netflix. About halfway through the second episode, Cas started drifting off. Dean watched with an amused smile on his face until Cas started slumping closer towards him.

Then he panicked.

Dean clearly remembered when he realized he was in love with Cas. It was the day that Cas got his acceptance letter to Boston University for their Master's Program. Dean was so proud of Cas, but for the first time in almost twenty years, he wouldn't be with Cas. Cas would be half a country away working to make his dreams reality.

It took Dean all of his willpower to not tell Cas that he loved him. There were so many reasons not to tell him. Dean never saw any hint of Cas loving him in return. His confession could ruin what they had. And what if Cas did love him too? Dean couldn't follow. He had to stay to make sure Sam got through school. He was going to work at the Garage while working on his novels. It would be too selfish to ask Cas to stay. Not when his future was there for the taking.

So Dean chose to stay quiet. They still texted every day, they got on Skype once a week. Dean and Cas called each other as they needed. And despite the fear of them falling apart, of going their separate ways, they somehow became stronger.

Cas finally drifted off completely, slouched over, his head resting on Dean's shoulder. Dean flushed at the contact, the warmth of the evening's activities fluttering through his chest. He could do this for the rest of his life, or as long Cas let him.

Dean gently brushed Cas' hair back out of his face. A small whimper escaped Cas' lips, and Dean's heart nearly burst. He had to get Cas off of him.

"Cas, buddy?" Dean gently lifted his shoulder to try and stir Cas awake. "Buddy, you fell asleep. Please don't make me move you."

"I love you too, Dean," Cas replied softly as he snuggled up closer to Dean in his mostly unconscious state.

Dean froze. That couldn't have been right. There was no way what he heard from Cas was true. Knowing that he wasn't going to be able to wake Cas up, Dean slowly slid out from under him, cradling Cas gently as he laid him back on the sofa. Dean stepped back from the couch and looked at his best friend below him. The words he had always wanted to hear, but were they even real? Dean went to Cas' room and grabbed his blanket, bringing it back out to cover Cas up with before heading to his own room.

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The next morning, after getting very little sleep, Dean awoke to the smell of bacon frying. Confused, he stumbled out of bed and to the kitchen, where he found Cas at the stove. "You cook?"

"Morning, Dean." Cas looked over his shoulder and blushed. "Yeah, I learned while in Boston. I didn't have an amazing roommate to feed me, and it was too expensive to eat out every day. So I had to."

"Oh." Dean tried to keep his voice neutral, Cas' sleep-induced words and now this new revelation running through his head. "I always offered to teach you."

"You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone." Cas turned back to the pan and focused on the bacon.

"Cas, did you seriously just quote Cinderella at me?" Dean rubbed his hand over his face, wiping away his sleep stupor, before running it through his hair. "Any other secrets you wanna share about while you were away?"

Cas muttered something without turning around.

"Castiel Novak. Since when do you hide things from me?" Dean tried his best to keep his voice light and jovial. He hoped it negated the surprise that was rampant in his previous statement.

"I could ask the same of you." Cas turned off the heat and removed the last few slices of bacon from the pan. He turned around and looked at Dean. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night. And I'm sorry for mishearing you."

Dean blinked blankly for a few moments. "Mishearing me? I don't understand?"

"You're going to make me do this all over again, aren't you?" Cas grabbed the plate of bacon and gestured to the dining area table for Dean to sit. "Maybe it would be better if I dropped it."

"Cas." Dean closed his eyes and swallowed down his fear as best he could. He reopened them, crossed to the table, and sat next to Cas. "What do you think happened last night?"

Cas looked at the table and grabbed a piece of bacon, shoving it into his mouth.

"Please, Cas. I know what happened. But I want to know what you think happened." Dean hesitantly reached across the table and took Cas' hand into his. "Please?"

"What I know happened is that I fell asleep during the second episode of Parts Unknown. What I think happened is that I drifted to the side and fell asleep on your shoulder."

Dean nodded, then realizing that Cas wasn't looking at him, squeezed his hand. "That did happen."

"I'm sorry."

"Dude, seriously? Wasn't the first time." Dean left the part about hoping it wouldn't be the last time unsaid.

"Then I think when you realized I did, you brushed my hair out of my face and said, 'I love you.' But I know I was dreaming that part."

Dean took a deep breath. "While I didn't say I love you, I did brush your hair out of your face."

"Oh, shit." Cas looked up, his face twisted in embarrassment. "Did I… Did I say what I think I said?"

"Yeah, Cas." Dean's eyes flickered to Cas' lips before flickering back up and looking him in the eyes again. "It was probably the best thing I ever heard." Dean leaned in and softly kissed Cas, a brief, fleeting touch of lips, allowing Cas a way out if he needed it.

But Cas chased after.

"Dean," Cas whispered against Dean's lips. "Am I actually dreaming this time?"

"Jesus, I hope not." Dean pulled Cas onto his lap. "'Cause I'd be dreaming too, and I'm sick of dreaming this. I need this."

Cas' breath hitched. "You've dreamt of this?"

"Yeah."

"Since when?" Cas pulled back in surprise.

It was Dean's turn to look down in embarrassment. "I've been crushing on you forever. But I knew I loved you the day I thought I was going to lose you."

"I don't understand…" Cas tilted his head and squinted.

"Everyone leaves me, Cas. And when you were going to Boston, I thought I was going to lose you too."

"You never said anything." Cas rested his forehead against Dean's. "I wouldn't have left." He wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. "Knowing that I was leaving? It killed me a little more each day. And when I got to Boston, I was lost. I didn't have my best friend, my pillar…" Cas paused. "I didn't have the guy I've loved since high school."

"I couldn't keep you from your dreams, Cas." Dean rested his hands on Cas' waist. "I'd never forgive myself. Now, look at you. You're a fancy book doctor."

Cas let out a chuckle. "That's not how that works, Dean." He pulled his arms back, resting his hands on the sides of Dean's neck. "You let me go. You sacrificed your happiness for me." Cas' thumbs lightly ran along Dean's jaw.

"What's that old cliche saying, 'If you love something, let it go?'" Dean melted into Cas' touch, his tension, his fears sliding away.

"'If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.'" Cas snuck a quick kiss. "Are you counting on loving me forever, Dean?"

"Absolutely." Dean pushed himself up, holding on tightly to Cas, and made the short trek back to his bedroom.

…

When they finally re-emerged later that afternoon, Dean grabbed the notepad and a pen. He sat on the couch, Cas curling up against him. Dean placed a kiss on his boyfriend's head before making a change to their wants in an apartment.

Two One bedroom.

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