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Posting this to see if there is any interest.....it's pre- and post 15x20 SPN.

As soon as he was done chopping the head off of the last vampire, Dean knew what he needed to do.

He and his brother had just obliterated a nest of 15 vampires, but it hadn't been easy. He had narrowly avoided getting shoved into a piece of rebar sticking out of a support beam in the seedy and dilapidated barn. Something that would've been fatal.

Dropping Sam back at the Bunker, Dean pointed the Impala northeast. It would take him eight hours, but he needed to go. He needed her.

Never in his life had he felt this way, this pull to another person. Even with Lisa, he’d never felt this way; the need, the want, the desire to be in their presence.

It is an, as of yet, untitled WIP of roughly 7,500 words.

If there is interest, I'll finish-yes, FINISH-it and post.

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Perfect Storm - Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Hi friends! I know I’ve been rather absent with posting stuff but life has been HECTIC! I work two jobs, seven days a week right now so it’s a lot and I’m exhausted. Anywho, this imagine is part of @supraveng ‘s follower challenge! I’ve been working on this since like August of 2022 or so and was supposed to be done by the first of September but she allowed me an extension. Thanks for that babe, and congrats on 500 follows! 

Masterlist of all Masterlists| Supernatural Masterlist

Warnings: FLUFF! Breakdown, crying, comfort. Someone has a HUGE breakdown so if that’s a trigger for you, I am sorry!

Word Count: 5,887

Thanks for being patient with me friends! Love to you all!

It’s been six weeks since we’ve been on the road, trying to figure out where Chuck could be hiding. That asshat has been messing with Sammy and I for way too long, trying to take over the world. Sure, he’s God but that doesn’t mean he has to control every little thing and try killing us in the process! And since we have no leads, we’ve been trying to find other cases to work and more people to save. I was currently sitting behind the wheel of my beloved Baby, Sam beside me, scrolling through his phone, while AC/DC played from the car stereo and a pretty impressive drum solo came up.

“Dean, for once can we listen to anything but AC/DC?” Sam asks, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as I continue my solo. 

“Sammy, what have I always said?  Driver picks the music,” 

“Shotgun shuts his cake hole, I know,” he finished my sentence. “But what if I drove?”

“Oh risky question, little brother” I reply.

“I’ll drive when you sleep.” 

“Yeah and how often do I actually sleep, Sam?” 

Last time I slept without a nightmare was…well I don’t really know. The nightmares have been getting increasingly worse the last few months. Not that I’ve slept well before that but since Jack accidently killed our Mom, that’s been a struggle. I’ve watched her die twice now, something no child should ever have to see, especially at four years old. But even the second time, it's pretty bad. I still hate the kid for what he did but I’ve forgiven him…for now. Sam had a somber look on his face and knew I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. 

“So get this, there have been an unusual amount of homicides in a small town in Northern Texas, more than they normally deal with in the year, in just six months.”

“Huh, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing. People are just nuts today, Sammy,”

“True, but there is something that seems like we would do. Each time someone goes to recover the body, there is nothing left.” Sam says.

“Okay that might be something we could work on but, I’m not convinced it’s a monster yet,” I say.  

“Maybe not, but I think it’ll be worth checking out.”

Redirecting our path, I drove Baby in a U-turn and headed off to the nearest small town in Northern Texas, where these cases stemmed from. Several hours passed and we ended up in Wichita Falls and rolled into a small motel on the east side of town. Once we were settled, Sam pulled out his laptop and began typing away at the keys while I searched for a place to get a good burger by looking through flyers in the room. Sam tuned into a police scanner and soon enough there was a call in regards to suspicious activity near our motel.

‘”Dean, I think we got something,” Sam says, turning the volume up.

“All units, we have gunshots out by the WayfarerMotel. RP (reporting party) advised at least six shots were heard, no sound of vehicles but advised there were people arguing on the south side of the property near the freeway,” A female voice called over the radio and responses of “10-4” were soon followed.

Sam and I grabbed our guns, checking to make sure they were loaded and ready to go. We didn’t interfere with the police but did offer them assistance when it came to the investigation aspect. Looking out the windows, we watched as several vehicles had been on scene and officers were searching for the suspect. Soon after, more shots were fired, shouts of “he’s trying to run” and soon enough, someone was handcuffed. 

“Wait, where is the body?!” Someone yells and a swarm of officers and other investigators gathered around to see if there was a victim. Sam and I took that as our queue to come on scene.

“Gentlemen, this is a closed scene” a voice said, turning to shoot us questioning looks.

“It’s okay, we’re from the FBI, I’m Agent Stan, this is my colleague Agent Lee,” I say flashing my fake badge, Sam following the lead.

“We didn’t call in the FBI,” another officer said.

“I’ll be honest, we were off duty and heard of the incident, wanted to see if we could help out.” I said, trying to ease the confusion.

“I’ll allow it,” one of the Sergeants on scene said, seeming to not care about the fight.

“So what’s happened? We’ve heard there’s been a string of homicides with no victims found?” Sam asked, pulling a notepad out of his pocket.

“Not a single one and this is abnormal for the city to have this many homicides in one year.” An officer, later introduced as Officer Hughes, explained the incident.

“Any leads on what is happening? Is any suspicious person found or any other activity that all the cases have had in common?” 

“Well we did find something in each case that relates them together in some bizarre way. Each case has the same call for service. Caller calls in, advises of gunshots, hears people arguing, we get on scene and only one person is found. Aside from the callers, just one person is found. We handcuff them just for safety precautions but the majority of the time, we end up letting them go. In all my years I’ve worked in law enforcement, I’ve never seen anything like this. No definite suspect, no found victims. So we can’t fully rule them as homicides either because there is nobody.” Officer Hughes said.

“Well we might be here for a little while then so we can help out,” Sam said, trying to add a helping hand.

“That won’t be necessary gentlemen, we have enough people on this,” Officer Hughes said, dismissing us as he got back to his vehicle. 

“Well that went well,” I said, sighing in exasperation.

“Come on, I bet if we head back to the police station, someone might be able to give us some information.” Sam said, settling into the passenger seat.

I grabbed a few supplies before I sat behind the wheel of my precious Baby and found the station was not too far from our motel. Pulling up, I find a parking space across the street from the building and Sam and I walk up the steps to the front doors of the station. It was the eerily morning hours, not too many people on the streets, the perfect time for people to commit crimes. Opening the large door, a young woman sat behind the desk, looking up at us when the door slammed behind us.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” She asks, eyes flitting between the two of us. 

“Uh yeah, I’m Agent Stan, this is Agent Lee, we’re with the FBI,” I say and we both flash our badges.  

“We were just on scene of the shooting by the Wayferer Motel and we weren’t able to get a lot of information. Do you think there’s anyone we can talk to about this?” Sam says, giving a small grim to the woman.

“Well given the fact that it's three in the morning, most people aren’t here and won’t be here until eight or so. Y’all might want to come back,” she says, looking back to her computer in front of her.

“Maybe you can help us. Do you know anything about the string of potential homicides that have been happening here lately?” I say, trying to turn on my charm as best as I could.

“No and even if I did, I’m not at liberty to discuss cases with anyone, even other law enforcement,” she says.

“Alright well, here’s my card, whenever someone is available, have them give me a call. You have a good rest of your morning,” I say, shooting the woman a wink.

The next morning, we headed back to the station to see if there was anyone we could talk to. “Good morning gentlemen, how can we help you?” Another lady at the front desk said as we walked to the window. 

“Yeah we were here last night trying to see if we could talk to anyone about the shooting at the Wayfarer Motel.”

“Do you have any information about it?” The lady asked.

“No but we were on scene and we’re with the FBI,” Sam and I flashed our badges as soon as I said FBI.

“Let me call over to the detectives and see if we can’t find someone to come talk to y’all.” 

“Thank you,” Sam says and we both start looking at the displays hung around the lobby.

“Agents.” A male in a black polo shirt and khaki pants with a badge around his neck walks to us and shakes our hands.

“I’m Detective Parker, follow me,” he says, leading us through a door and taking him into a room with a table and some chairs.

“So y’all were on the scene last night?” Detective Parker asked us.

“Yes we were staying at the hotel and we’ve heard about some of the incidents where someone is shot but there’s no body’s left,” Sam explains.

Detective Parker sighs and runs a hand down his face. “It made no sense as to what happens to the bodies after they’re shot. We have no answers and our citizens are getting frustrated as to why their family members’ bodies are not there to bury or cremate them.”

“And that’s why we’re here. Tell us everything you do know,” I say. 

A few hours go by as we dive deep into the last weeks of the calls and cases from the City. I get up to go grab some coffee and stumble to an office where a bunch of ladies are sitting behind computers and answering phones. 

“Well hello ladies,” I smirk to the room of beautiful women.

“Who are you?” One of them pipes up and asks. 

“I’m Agent Stan of the FBI. I’m here helping with some of the shootings y’all have had here. Y’all know anything about those?” I ask.

“We heard about them but we don’t know anything. The guys don’t tell us anything, just what happened.” Another clerk said and she immediately caught my attention. She had long (y/h/c), bright (y/e/c) eyes, and she didn't bother looking at me much longer after that first comment. It seemed like she wasn’t impressed with me and that made me more intrigued by her.

“I see, is there anything you can tell me sweetheart?” I ask, trying to turn on my charm but again, she seemed unimpressed.

“That’s it now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to,” she says, her tone harsh but I found it interesting. 

“Pardon me ma’am,” I say using my best Southern voice but the look of annoyance on her face proved she couldn’t care less.

Most of the time,  I can get away with some flirting with women, this one? She’ll be more of a challenge.”

“Agent Stan?” A voice called to me. I stand and follow him back to another room off set by the clerks area. 

“So, what kind of leads do you have, if any?” He asked, Sammy was  already in the room. 

“Well, we kind of have a few ideas but you wouldn’t believe us,” I said, shooting a pointed look to my younger brother. 

“Try me, I’ve been in this for a long time. I’ve heard just about everything,” the lead investigator on this and other shootings said. 

“We think it might be a series of soul eaters” I say.

“What now?” 

“Soul eaters, they are exactly what you think they are. Since all the bodies that have been killed here are basically hallowed out shells, we think there may be several around the area. Unfortunately, they are not easy to kill but we do know someone who can and can set the souls back to the bodies they were taken from,” I explained as rationally as I could but I knew it seemed crazy to those who were not used to hunting. 

“Well that is definitely something I didn't expect to hear but it also isn’t the most out there answer I’ve heard either.”

“Alright, well let us call our guy and see what he says about it.” I say, giving a pointed look to the detective, wondering what other crazy things he’s seen but deciding not to ask. 

I grab my phone out of my pocket and scroll down my contact until it stops on the name. I hate asking this guy for help but he’s our only source for this case so I push back my personal feelings and press the call button. 

“Hello Dean,” his accented voice, full of entitlement, rang through my ear.”

“Ketch, we need your help,” I say.

“Well hello to you too,” he says and I can just hear the dumb grin on  his face.

“Yeah hi, listen we’re out here in North Texas and we’re helping the local police on a case we think you may have experience in,” I say, getting straight to the point.

“Oh, where in Texas are you? My daughter happens to be out there and she works at a police department,” he says.

“Since when did you have a kid?” I ask.

“Oh, never mind that. Where am I going?”

“Wichita Falls.”

“That’s where my daughter lives!” 

Oh crap, so Ketch’s offspring works at the police department here? Awesome.                                                                                                                  

A few hours later and we’re back at the scene of the crime. Ketch wanted the low down on what we’ve discovered up to this point so we decided to meet at the scene and go over what we know.

“So the bodies are never found?” Ketch asks.

“Nope they’re completely gone. Nothing is left behind but there’s always signs of some form of homicide,” Sam explains.

“And you lads are thinking its,” he trails off until I pipe in with our research.

“Soul eaters, except they’ve evolved so much over the years, they’re not just taking souls anymore.”

“Interesting, well you called the right person then,” Ketch says, standing up and heading to his car.

“So?  What does that mean?” I say, Sammy and I quickly follow him. 

“It means that I’ve seen it once before,” he said, Sam and I catching up with him. 

“You have?” Sam asked.

“A long time ago, yes. It was a rather tragic event for the families but we were able to get the bodies back.”

“How?” I ask.

“Well it won't be easy but we have to…make a sacrifice of sorts,” he says, making his way back to his car. “Follow me back to the station and I’ll go over the details with detectives.” 

We jump inside Baby and speed down the highway, much like Ketch had left. When we finally pulled back to the station, it was nearing five o’clock and a lot of the employees had been leaving for the day.

“Dad!” A female voice says, bounding over to Ketch and wrapping her arms around him.” 

“(Y/N)!” he says, turning to the girl I noticed in the criminal investigation section earlier; no.

“Gents, I’d like for you to meet my daughter, (Y//N), (Y/N) this is Sam and Dean. They are friends of mine.”

“Oh the Winchesters? I thought you didn't like them?” She says and I chuckle; I like this girl.

“Well not at first, no, but we’ve all come to an agreement of sorts.”

“So, you’re Ketch’s daughter,” I say, looking at the woman.

“Not by blood. He adopted me when I was a kid. My bio parents died in a hunting accident when I was six and Ketch happened to be there, so he took me in,” she says.

“Well, we’re glad you’re here, (Y/N),” Sam says, reaching to shake her hand; I just nod at her.

I couldn’t believe it, even for a minute, I thought a girl related to Ketch was beautiful. 

As our investigation went on, so did the opportunities for (Y/N) to show up unannounced, or so it seemed. Like, I thought she had a job at the department, but somehow she always ended up there, along with her Dad, to help assist us in our investigation. Not that I really minded her company but it was a little…odd.

“Don't you have something better to do?” I ask her as she’s going through some paperwork from the shooting.

She stopped flipping through the pages halfway between the pile and looked up to meet my gaze. “I’m helping on this case, y’all need some help sometimes, right?” 

“Well yes but I thought you had another job to do?” I ask. 

“I’m getting the feeling you don’t want me around Winchester,” she says, now more frustrated with me.

“I don’t care what you do,” I say, trying to play off how I was feeling underneath the surface. To be honest, I did care what she did. I barely know the girl but she’s getting under my skin and inside my head. What the hell is happening here I have no idea but all I know is I like being around her.

“Well clearly you do otherwise you wouldn’t be asking,” she says, raising an eyebrow in a challenging way.

Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought to myself so I did the best thing I knew to do; I walked away. I don’t know what my problem was but this had to stop. I couldn’t like Ketch’s daughter, her father is literally the biggest douche I’ve ever met so no way could I get involved with her. But the way she moved when she walked, swaying in the slightest way, her head held high like she owned the place. She didn’t  look a thing like her Dad but there was more to her than that. She had that long (y/h/c) that flowed past her shoulders and down her back. It was just a little wavy and seemed to have more than one color in it but it suited her well. And those big beautiful (y/e/c) and a perfect smile to match. In just the few short days we were working this case, she has taken over every thought of mine so naturally, I didn’t like her. 

“Dean, are you ready to go?!” Sam yells to me from the other room.

“Yeah,” I called back and grabbed my gear before meeting up with Sam, Ketch and (y/n). “What is she doing here?” 

“She is here to help. Believe it or not gents, she does know about this life and has helped me out more than a time or two,” Ketch explained. 

“As long as she stays out of the way,” I say, throwing a duffle bag into the trunk before making my way to the front. I could hear her huff in annoyance but I could care less. 

We drove around town for a while, trying to find the supplies we were going to need for our “sacrifice” before we headed back to the motel where the last body was supposed to be. Gathering everything together, we followed Ketch’s instructions and then it was time for the dreaded part. 

“So what exactly do we need to sacrifice?” Sam asks. 

“Well, that’s where it can be rather difficult. We don’t need an entire person or thing to sacrifice, but we need the blood of the pure of heart,” Ketch explains.

“Who would that be?” I ask before following his eyes over to his daughter. Her face turned a bit pale, knowing her blood was going to be nearly drained from her body but she didn't hesitate. 

“Tell me what I have to do,” she says.

“I know this won't be easy for you darling, but I will be right here the entire time,” Ketch says, attempting to comfort his child. 

“Dad, I’m not a child, I can do this,” she says.

“I know but you are my child, my only child for that matter and I worry about you,” he says.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve put myself in a little bit of a difficult place for helping you out and I’m sure it won’t be the last,” (Y/N) says. 

As much as I hate to admit it, she’s incredible for doing this and doing it more than just one time. I’m not saying I care about (y/n) or anything but this is going to be a risky task. She’s going to need to give a generous amount of blood for this sacrifice and to see she’s okay with going in without a second thought; it's admirable. It was almost as if we were in a hospital; we had a needle hooked up into her arm and tube after tube of blood was being drawn from her. I could tell it was making Ketch uncomfortable because it was his child, whether biologically or not, so I escorted him out of the room. 

“Here, let’s go get a beer or something,” I say, clapping my hand on his shoulder and walking out. 

“I’m sorry Dean, I just couldn't stand to see that much blood coming from my daughter,” Ketch says, sighing in defeat as we sat across one another at the map table in the Bunker. 

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. I’m worried about her, too,” I say. 

A moment of silence passed between us before Ketch spoke again. “You care for her don’t you?” 

“What? No, I don’t care for her!” I say, suddenly becoming defensive.  

“You do; I can see it on your face. I’ve had the same look before and it does not go away so easily,” he says, frowning and dropping his eyes to the floor. 

“Okay so what if I do? Is that so bad?” I ask. 

“No it's not, but since this is my daughter we’re talking about, it does make a bit of difference.”

“Look Ketch, I would never hurt her,” I say, trying to explain what I hope I can do for his child. 

“I know you wouldn’t, Dean. In fact, I’m not worried about her dating you, if that is what she wants. I am worried about this life; hunting. She has had some exposure to it but I try to shelter from it most of the time. If she’s around you, I’m afraid someone or something will get to her and there would be no point for my life to continue at that point.” Ketch was being really vulnerable and I was surprised to say the least, but I respected it. Sure, we had our issues trusting him in the past but this is his kid and right now, she is all that matters.

“Dad?” A groggy voice calls to the room. 

“Hey kiddo, your  Dad went to get you some supplies for when you woke up. We all became worried when you went whiter than a sheet but we managed to get you back. You’ve been sleeping for the last few hours cause you did lose a lot of blood but we’ve monitored you,” I saw, looking down at the young girl on the bed in front of me. 

“So did you get enough blood for the spell?” She asks. 

“That is nothing you need to worry about. We need you to get back on your feet,” I tell her. 

“But you don't need anymore blood?”  I chuckle at her, not being able to believe she’s been so concerned with this, but it makes sense. 

“No, we don’t need any more blood.” She takes a giant sigh of relief and slumps back into her bed. I smile as I watch her for a moment before I get called. 

“Hey Dean, we need your help out here,” Sam calls to me and just as I was about to tell (y/n) I notice she had fallen asleep. 

“Okay,” I call back and look down at the young Men of Letters’ daughter and lean down to press my lips on her forehead.

“What do we got?” I say, walking into the main room where the map table sat.

“We have the ingredients for the spell,” Sam says, adding everything together in what looked like a witches cauldron and an ominous purplish hue shown from it. We head out to the coroner's office and find one of the bodies that had their souls taken out and we tip the head back and pour the liquid down the throat. From the esophagus, we could see the hue shining from under the skin and soon, another blinding light encapsulated the room. 

“How do you know if it worked?” I say, looking down to the body that seemed no different than a few moments before.  

Cass places his hand on the body’s forehead and his eyes closed. He seemed a bit bothered by something but then his expression softened and he opened his eyes again. 

“The soul is in there; I’m positive.” He says. 

 For the rest of the bodies that turned up recently without a soul, we were able to restore each one and bring some closure to the families of the victims. We contacted the families and had them come and see the newness of the bodies of their loved ones. Most people would be against this but because these bodies had been violated, family members wanted to make sure they’re loved ones were being honored as best they could. 

“Thank you for restoring my Russell,” a lady said, leaning over to kiss her deceased husband. No one could say a word but a curt nod was all that could be mustered from any of us. This is part of cases we don't get to see. We meet family but we rarely get to see much happiness after the person is gone. Who knew a soul returning to a body could do such a thing?

Back at the Bunker, I go back to check in on Y/N. She was sleeping and I couldn’t help but watch the sore and almost voided women below me. She seemed less pale then when we first got her out of the process of taking her blood for the spell but she still seemed..hollowed in some places. Like her eyes, they were pushed back into her face and her arms and legs seemed as though they didn't have any muscle. How much of her blood did we take? 

“Hey you,” she whispers, her eyes slowly moving to look up at me. I couldn’t speak and wanted so badly to kiss her but the way her eyes suddenly changed, I knew something was off. 

“You get the hell away from her,” I say, leaning away from who I thought was (y/n) but I know better. 

“Aw Dean, why can't we be friends or more since you seem to be in love with (y/n)?” I knew the voice well and just as I thought, (y/n)’s face morphed into him.

“You’re a real bag of dicks, you know that?” I say.

“Yes Dean, I’m aware of how you feel about me and I can’t believe you let this kid distract you from dealing with Daddy dearest,” 

I hold back from killing The Trickster here and now and give him an opportunity to explain himself, against my better judgment. 

“Well good ol’ Dad decided to send me to try and get you back on track. To bring something close to you to just take it away again. 

“What the hell did you do to her?” I say, growing more and more irate. 

“Oh relax, she’s fine, she’s just…tied up at the moment.” he says. 

“I swear to God I will kill you if you hurt her,” 

“Really? I think I can rearrange that since he’s my Father and all,” he says and freezes when I beg for her life again. 

“Please, don’t hurt her. She’s all Ketch has anymore.”

“Yes but you don't like him either so why does it matter what happens to (y/n)?”

“Because we all need her on our team; she’s vital to helping solve cases.”

“Are you sure it isn't more than that?” A third voice says, coming into view. 

“What the hell are you doing here?”

 “Dean?” A small voice rang out into the silence that had surrounded me in the room. I don’t know how I ended up here but I do know, it wasn’t easy. 

“Hey kiddo, you’re okay, it’s all over,” I say, looking over to her. She was much better now, away from the pain of blood being drained from her body, no longer in fear of who may be lurking around the corner. 

“What do you mean?” She asks. 

“Chuck, he's gone. Dead actually.” I say, still not fully believing it myself. 

“You killed God?” She asks, a look of disbelief playing across her delicate features

“Well, not exactly. We killed the vessel Chuck but God himself, he swore he would leave the Earth and not bother Sam or I or anyone we love ever again.

“Oh, so, he can still come back though?”

“No, he can’t. Because I….” My words fade from my vocal cords and I cannot process any thought rushing through my mind at a million miles a second. This was it, this was why I did what I did. Her. She is the reason why Chuck is dead and God is permanently leaving us alone. 

“I love you. I know it hasn’t been too long since you’ve been around us or me but I can’t help it. I love you and I want you to know that you are the reason God will leave us alone. If it wasn’t for you, we probably would still be fighting him and there wouldn’t be any peace….we’re free. Sam and I are free after all this time. We finally get to relax and be free to fight for people without having to look over our shoulders everywhere we go because I love you and he will leave us alone now because you are someone I love and….I’m free.” And for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I cried. Not just a small cry, a complete breakdown level of a cry. I guess I had years of pent up agony of having to fight and defend those whom I’ve loved finally come to a boiling point. (Y/N) did the one thing I needed in that moment, something I’ve lacked for many years; affection. She wrapped her arms around me, as tightly as she could, and held me close to her as sobs racked through my entire body. I began to shake violently and all she did was bring me in closer, run her fingers through my hair, and continuously try and shush me in that sweet, comforting way Mom’s do. I’m not sure how long we sat like that but we did until I was silent again. I slowly look up at her, through the tears still sitting in my eyes, and she runs her thumb right under my eye. 

“You okay?” She asks, looking at me in a concerning fashion. 

“I think so,” my voice was no higher than a whisper because I couldn’t trust myself. I surprised myself with the fact I cried as much as I did but I felt better. 

“I love you too,” she says suddenly. 

“You do?” I say, disbelief prominent on my face. 

“I know it isn't long either, but I do have some pull to you and I cannot deny it. You are the only reason I’m here. I love my Dad, I really do but you are the one who I get up for day and day again. You are the one who protects me like no other. You are the one I want to keep giving blood away for whatever spells or anything else you need. I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, the way you grumble about anything and everything because you’re getting older but it just melts my heart and I’ve never felt this for anyone.”

It may have seemed like a rather chick flick movie thing for me to do, and believe me, I kicked myself for it, but I couldn’t help it; I had to kiss her. Because for once, someone loved me and there was no way I was going to lose her. Well, aside from the traditional ways of losing someone but there wouldn’t be a douche who tries to take her away, which is way better anyways. Her lips felt so soft and natural when she kissed me and all I wanted to do was kiss her from now on. Who am I turning into? Maybe I’m finally able to learn what its like to care about someone and have someone care for me when in the past, we would have never gotten together or even thought about it but things with Ketch have been different and he hasn’t been after us too much since Chuck started. Now, I somehow ended up falling for his daughter. 

“Oh, shit, damn it,” I say, pulling back from our kiss.

“What’s wrong?” She says. “I’m sure you’ve done this before,” she jokes. 

“No, I mean yes of course but, you.” I say. 

“Me?” 

“You’re Ketch’s daughter.”

“We’ll he’s my adopted Dad,” she comments. 

“Yeah but he still raised you. What is he going to think of this, of us?” I say, motioning between us. 

“He won’t care.”

“Are you sure? I mean we've been fighting with him for years and we just got him on our side.” 

“Dean, you’re overreacting. He just wants my happiness. He’s just going to have to deal with it being with you,” she says.

“Fine, then I say we need to tell him and everyone else about us before anything else happens between us.”

She suddenly gets up from where we were sitting in the common room and I jump up to follow her.  

“Where are we going?” I say when I catch up with her. 

“To tell my Dad.”

“Really?” I ask, not believing she wants to do this now but she stops and grabs my face and kisses me, for a long time. 

“Really,” She says after she lets me breathe again.

I follow her into the other room where we see Sam and Ketch at the map table, Sam with a book in his hands and Ketch scrolling through his phone.

“Dad?” (Y/N) says when we are in hearing distance.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Ketch responds, looking up from his phone.

“I’m in love with Dean,” she says with such ease, it brings a smile to my face.

“Oh I know,” he says and goes back to his phone.

“Wait, you know? How?” I ask.

“Because, I see the way you look at her, Dean. And (y/n), I heard you talking to Sam about it.”

“Wait, Sammy, you knew how she felt about me?”

“Yes,”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

“She asked me not to,” he says.

“So you’re okay with this?” (Y/N) asks Ketch. 

“If he makes you happy, then I’m okay with it.” 

“But you hurt her Dean and I swear,” Ketch threatens me. 

“Don’t worry man, I couldn’t hurt her. She’s the best thing that ever came out of a perfect storm.” 

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It's Been One Week

Summary: She finds a surprise on her doorstep

Words: 331

Warnings: Discussion of cheating

A/N: She's a little too nice for her own good.

Square fill: Shared Ex @anyfandomgoesbingo

Natasha had become one of her good friends after the night they spent together. So when she got a text from Tash a week after kicking Jake to the curb telling her to be careful, she took it seriously.

She pulled up in her driveway after work and spied a familiar looking woman sitting on her doorstep, fiddling with something on her finger. It took a moment to process that it was a wedding band, and that this was Jake’s wife.

“Fuck,” she muttered before stepping out of her car and squaring her shoulders. “Can I help you?” she asked the blonde woman as she approached.

“You’re so much prettier than I expected,” the woman replied as she stood. “I’m Desi -”

“I know who you are,” she admitted, her eyes downcast as she walked over to the door. “Come inside. We’ll talk.”

She led her ex-boyfriend’s wife to the kitchen and poured two generous glasses of tequila, handing one over to Desi and swallowing half of her own in one gulp.

“How long have you been seeing Jake?” Desi whispered. Her hands twisted the glass in her hands as she leaned against the kitchen island, keeping a distance between the two.

“We were together for about two months,”she explained, “but the minute I saw you at The Hard Deck, so happy to be next to him, I broke it off.”

“That was what? A week ago?” Desi questioned, her brows furrowed as she put pieces together.

“Two weeks since I saw you, then I ghosted him for a week until he showed up at my door. I ended it a week ago, yes,” she detailed as she took another large gulp of her drink.

“He hasn’t been himself all week,” Desi said, her voice cracking as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I think…I think he might love you.”

She stared at the woman in the kitchen with her mouth agape, unable to process Desi’s words much less formulate a response.

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Overworked

A/N: I’m backkkkkk bitches!!! This is just a small little drabble, thank your for requesting, dear nonnie.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ fluff.

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"How does it feel babe?"

"Slightly suffocating."

Tony frowned before realizing what you were glaring down at his arm that covered your face, muffling your voice.

Readjusting his position, he eased his grip on you but didn't budge, still putting almost all of his weight on top of you so you wouldn't escape.

That for him was the only plausible solution to get you to stop working so hard for a project that had you stressed more than he'd ever seen.

It had reached a point where he was worried for your health, you weren't the one to skip on meals or your precious sleep, ironically he was the one who'd need the reminders every so often.

"How long do I have to lay down?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest after pushing Tony's arm down to your torso.

“Until I say otherwise. You're on a time out, Miss Crabby.”

He shot you a faux threatening look before it melted away seeing the exhaustion in your eyes and the dark circles under them.

This role-reversal made him realize why you'd drag him out of his lab, the look of equal parts worry and irritation you would give when he tried to sneak out.

"I can't relax, Tony I've got too much to do-"

"And I'm sure you'll do it just not right now. It's cuddle time with your loving and caring boyfriend."

He adjusting positions again, hogging on your pillows and making you lay your head on his chest instead. You exhaled a breath you didn't you were holding as you allowed your body to relax, a smiling making its way on your face as Tony caressed your back, gently massaging it with the pads of his fingers.

“So, how do you feel being taken care of for once? Am I in the hall of fame for being the best boyfriend ever or what?”

You had to chuckle at man’s need for attention, a part most people would see as a flaw but not you. You loved every bit of flaw and strength that made him Tony Stark.

“Is that all there is in Stark’s care package? Frankly I expected more.” You teased, letting out a groan as he worked out the knots in your back, your eyelids were starting to get heavy, letting you know just how much sleep you needed.

“Oh we’ve got more, Miss (Y/L/N). I’ve asked Dum-E to draw you a bath…”

“I’m listening.”

“You get a free genius, billionaire with that bath, who may or may not have exceeded his coffee limit for the day already.”

Tony quieted your complaints by sealing your lips with his, smiling against them when he heard your soft, defeated sigh.

“Go on.”

“We’re having pizza from your favourite place, opening that bottle of wine you’ve been dying to try.”

He carded his fingers softly through your hair, massaging your scalp as your eyes drooped and body slumped against his, getting a mere hum for a reply.

“Maybe buy you can island as a celebration?”

“Too far.”

Tony laughed softly as you murmured, continuing to caress you until your breathing turning even as your grip on him loosened, indicating that you’d fallen asleep.

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Charm

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky checks whether he still has his 1940′s charm.

Word Count: 1,613

Warnings: TFATWS spoilers! No warning, just a bit of fluff I guess???

A/N: Nothing really, just that Bucky deserves all the love in the world :’)

Charming (Part 2) || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You should date someone.”

Bucky groans at Yori’s suggestion. Again. The old guy had been pestering him about it ever since they started their little friendship. Introduced girls and forced him to take them out to dinner or bingo. He did try of course, but it always seemed too fast for him.

“I already did, haven’t I? You sort of forced me to go on one, remember?” Bucky asked before downing a glass of sake in one go.

Thank god they went to a different Japanese restaurant this time. His date with the girl at the other restaurant went pretty badly, with him walking out after a particularly sensitive topic and never returning. Bucky felt bad and as much as he wanted to go back there and apologize, he just doesn’t have the courage to show his face again.

“Yeah, well you messed up.” Yori said pointedly.

Bucky chortled, “Or maybe you messed up by forcing me. I told you, you gotta take it slow like a dance. I mean, you don’t just ask anyone to dance with you. You ask someone you’d like to dance with.”

Yori’s shoulders trembled as he tried to bite back his laughter. Bucky made a face when he realized he’d been talking a lot.

“Then go find someone you want to date. Or maybe you just don’t have it in you.” The older man teased.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, “Sounds like a challenge.”

As Bucky poured himself another glass of sake, he began to wonder whether Yori was right. Maybe he really didn’t have it anymore, the confidence and charm he used to have back in his time.

Only one way to find out.

-

The club was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

Initially, Bucky thought that it would be the perfect place to find someone to date. Apparently not, because despite the presence of beautiful girls, they were pretty much throwing themselves at him. As much as Bucky was curious about the so called “hook-up” culture in the modern times, it just wasn’t for him.

And good god, the dancing? It’s not what it used to be; Bucky wasn’t even sure if he could call those movements “dance”.

Bucky called it a night and quickly headed to the exit. And that’s where he noticed you, fumbling with your phone and clicking your tongue from what seemed to be frustration. He slowed down in his steps, not wanting to interrupt your little moment as you mumbled a string of curses to yourself.

He eyed you from head to toe, noticing that you were wearing something too simple for a club: just a white shirt, some jeans and a pair of sneakers. With Bucky’s experience, he learned to be observant enough to read someone’s personality.

You were definitely not a frequent visitor to these clubs. And he was right about that because you were just forced to tag along to your officemates to celebrate a promotion.

“Ugh, fuck. Come on!” You unintentionally exclaimed out loud, stomping on the ground causing for Bucky to let out a chuckle.

Bucky’s eyes widened when you abruptly turned around, “Oh sorry. I didn’t meant to uhh...are you okay?” He asked timidly, slowly walking over to where you stood.

You huffed out, “I’m trying to book a ride, but the signal here sucks.” You explained. “And I’m not really comfortable to walk home at this hour.” You quickly added.

It was close to ten in the evening, it wasn’t that late yet but given the location and downsides of being a woman, you really didn’t want to risk your safety.

“Won’t your friends give you a ride home?” He asked.

You groaned, “They aren’t really my friends...I just work with them. They’re all shit-faced drunk and I didn’t even plan on coming here. Not a fan of clubs.” You admitted.

Bucky chuckled as he kicked the ground, “Guess that makes two of us.”

Your hum caught Bucky’s attention and when he looked up, you were looking at him suspiciously. For a moment he thought that you might have recognized him but you merely laughed and shook your head.

“You don’t seem like the type to hate clubs. Why are you here then?” You asked curiously.

Bucky shrugged, “Thought I’d find someone here that I can you know...take out on a date.”

You cackled out loud, it was the kind of laughter that made Bucky join in. You probably thought it was stupid for him to come looking for love at a club. And well, given his experience inside, you were correct.

“I know. It’s stupid. I haven’t been to clubs really, so I honestly didn’t know what to expect.” He admitted, rubbing the back of neck sheepishly.

You nodded, “How was your experience inside then?”

“You could say I was pretty shocked. And disoriented. The lights made me dizzy.” Bucky said, widening his eyes in emphasis.

Laughing, you nodded and agreed before introducing yourself so casually. Bucky repeated your name, he liked the way it sounded.

“I’m James.”

Bucky found himself easily opening up to you. The conversations flowed naturally, from something as basic as favorite food down to your mutual hatred for crowded places and everything in between. Bucky learned that you often volunteer at an orphanage and that you hate plums which happens to be his favorite. It resulted to a harmless debate that lasted ten minutes.

You asked him about his work, something that he had to lie his way around. As much as he wanted to be honest with you, he was afraid that revealing the truth might scare you off. You seemed to be really interested in him whenever he talked about his boring daily routine.

“Do you...do you like to talk somewhere else?” Bucky blurted out.

You offered a sad smile, one that broke Bucky’s heart because you were probably going to reject him. Understandable though, he was a stranger and it was late at night. It was hard to trust people nowadays.

“I have work tomorrow morning.” You apologetically said.

“But you can walk me home...if you’d like?” You asked. “I probably sound demanding but uhh, I don’t think I can really book a ride and I don’t want to walk home alone at this hour.”

Bucky heaved out a deep sigh of relief and laughed, “I thought you didn’t like talking to me.” He sheepishly admitted.

“No, I actually like talking to you. You’re fun. And interesting.” You smiled.

Bucky beamed and extended a hand, letting you lead the way before matching your pace. The more he talked to you, the more he realized that maybe, just maybe, you’d be the first person he’d willingly ask out on a date.

The walk lasted half an hour but to Bucky, it only felt like minutes. It was definitely not enough for him to get to know you more.

“Well, this is me.” You announced when you reached your apartment building.

“Thanks for walking me home, I really appreciate it.” You said.

Bucky placed his hands inside his pockets and nodded, “Call me old-fashioned, but I felt like any gentleman should do so.”

Bucky held your gaze and debated how he should ask you out. Should he just blurt out the question? Would that be too soon? Your number! Maybe he should ask for your number first, show his therapist that finally, there was a new number registered in his contacts.

“Well, I should head inside.” You said when Bucky remained silent and although Bucky didn’t want to assume, he thought he saw a look if disappointed in your eyes.

Yori is going to regret saying that he doesn’t have game.

“Wait,” Bucky called out before you could turn around. “Being old-fashioned and all, I know this might be too forward. Or too fast, even.” he trailed and cleared his throat.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me? This Saturday. We can go to the beach, get ice cream...” he suggested.

Wrong move! Out of all the places he could suggest, it just had to be the beach! It’s not like he could wear a long-sleeved top and his gloves without getting dirty looks from people. You were going to find out the truth about him, his arm, his past. And then you’d regret letting him walk you home because who knew what the Winter Soldier was capable of?

“I’d love to.” You replied with a grin but before Bucky could suggest another place, you had already walked up to the front door of your apartment building, pulling it open before suddenly stopping.

“Or we can just take a walk at the park if you want, if that’s more comfortable for you.” You suggested turning your head to look back at Bucky.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. Again, he was unable to say something because you beat him to it with a surprising revelation.

“I’ll wait for you to come pick me up on Saturday. And don’t worry about your arm, I don’t mind. Good night, Bucky.”

And with one final beautiful smile, you headed inside the building leaving Bucky with a confused look. You knew him all along but didn’t say anything. You opened up to him, held his arm when you laughed and still, it didn’t bother you. You didn’t call him out when he lied about working for a mechanic shop, didn’t get scared when he offered to walk you home.

It took a few seconds for Bucky’s brain to process everything. And then he found himself grinning like a fool when he proved something to himself. And well, Yori too.

“Guess I still got it.”

-

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Gloved

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings | fingering, swearing

Word count | 656

Summary | Bucky and the gloves. That's it.

A/n | I came across your request, so uh, here it is @bunkerbucky! I hope you like it☺️ Also TFATWS came out today and I don't know how to feel *SPOILERS IN THIS NOTE JUST SKIP TO THE STIRY IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE EPISODE*...not gonna lie I was slightly disappointed that we don't see Bucky and Sam together in the first episode but I am LOVING the backstory & character development that Sam is getting. Also Bucky having a fuckin FLIP PHONE is the cutest thing ever and you cannot tell me otherwise.

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The pads were soft against your skin, tranquil as they grazed ever-so-teasingly along your spread thighs. Head lolled over to the side, you watched the smirking super soldier with a dopey smile - lips curled up into something of an expression filled with adoration, love. But there was something more...wanton there too, a pool of lust and want and thirst and-

A gasp, sharp and sudden ripped from the back of your throat. It was drawn from you, coaxed by those damned gloved fingers now swirling measured circles across your throbbing clit.

Bucky could feel it, each throb echoing across the tips of his gloved fingers like a melody; the swollen skin pressing back against him as his fingers moved leisurely. A plump, pink lip is pulled between striking teeth, compressed and dented with a soft bite down as the sight before him made Bucky's cerulean eyes glint with something that seemed to resemble pure, raw want.

"Look at you, so fuckin' good for me." His voice a low rumble, building and climbing from the expanse of his chest - clad in nothing except the jingling dangle of silver tags, the inscribed words those that played over your love-tainted mind over and over and over: Property Of Bucky Barnes.

"Please." Your breathy, weak whimper is the only reply you can muster. Your hips jerk, jumping under the man's touch as the tendrils of pleasure wrap their arms firmly around your thighs, pulling them open as a obvious, pleading invitation for more. More, more, more.

The chuckle is low, your moan arguably lower when the black leather picks up it's deliberate pace. Your eyes are shut now - crinkling like paper around the edges, lines of overwhelming pleasure that Bucky can't help but admire.

He takes great pride, the way he can haul you to this cusp, this precipice of breaking with a few, simple swipes of textured fingers. The amusement is a glimmer in his eye, dancing like a flame as the pace picks up a little more.

"C'mon, doll. I know you just love to make a mess." The tone is soft, enticing as the words form on his tongue, push past Bucky's perfect lips. But it's a mirage, a manipulation of sorts. And you fall for it. You fall so goddamn hard that you hit that release with the force of mountains, a cry so flawless twisting your lips that Bucky felt his heart in his throat.

Oh, it was a breathtaking sight. Your lips were parted, red tongue merely a slither of colour behind your lips, your teeth. Eyes screwed shut, as if the intensity was so much that your earth was spinning - which, would clearly be the correct assumption - whilst those cute little lines made a picture of Bucky's success in your skin. Your head was tilted back now, unable to stay upright as your pussy clenched and quivered around nothing. Your hips bucked - once, twice, three times as your rode out the orgasm, grinding against the slow roll of Bucky's fingers.

And he wasn't stopping.

Oh, no. If anything, the pace was set again. And it was torturous. Truly. Your moan was broken this time, disjointed as it left your silky lips and Bucky smirked. The look in his eyes paired with that mischievous, plotting smile only made you dread, a thick swallow causing your tight, dry throat to bob when his command came.

"I want another, Doll."

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Help

Steve Rogers x reader

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Summary: You don’t ask for help and that’s a known fact, after your accident Steve offers to help.

Warning: mention of broken bones, description of how they fix a broken bone

Word count: 617

A/N: there’s a giant space- I have no idea why. I need me a friend like Steve :)

It had been a few hours since you got settled into your home after getting ubered from the hospital. You got all your hospital supplies they sent home with you and you snagged a few hospital socks. You were honestly just happy to be out of there. You hated hospitals.

You had a bunch of rods and screws in your leg to help immobilize your leg as it healed since it broke in multiple places. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and that’s what caused your injury. So you were rushed to the hospital and got emergency surgery, which now meant 6 to 8 weeks of recovery. Yay you.

Once you were finally settled and everyone stopped calling and texting, you propped your leg up and turned on your favorite show. Just when you were comfortable, your doorbell rang. Groaning, you grabbed your crutches and made your way to the door.

You open the door for a few seconds, seeing Steve before slamming the door in his face. “(y/n)! Open the door.”

“You made me get up and answer the door when you could’ve called, go away.”

“Open the door, I’m not leaving.” He responded.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door, moving so he could come in. He had multiple bags, some flowers and your favorite dessert. “What’s all this?”

He smiled, putting everything down on your kitchen counter,“I’m staying with you, at least until you get off the crutches.”

“No you’re not. Did Nat or Bruce send you? You can leave, thank you for the snacks and flowers but I don’t need you to stay.” You insisted, handing him his bag and going over to the door.

“(y/n).”

“I don’t need any of you babying me, I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.”

“And we know that, but you don’t know how to ask for help and that’s okay.

You shook your head and pointed at Steve, not agreeing with his accusation, even though he was probably right, “that’s a lie, yes I do.”

“A few years back, when you first joined the Avengers you walked around aimlessly trying to find your room for hours instead of asking someone.” Steve said, trying to hide his protruding grin.

“I knew where my room was, I just wanted to look around.” You shrugged.

“Sure, you did,” He smiled as you walked back to the couch, sitting down, “the point is (y/n), you’re not alone, and I’ll just be hanging around in case you need me.”

Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea he stayed around, you thought. He could do a bunch of stuff for you, why not.

“I guess that's fine, you can sleep in the spare room.” You replied, finally giving in to Steve’s request. Steve nodded and went to put his bag in the spare room. Once Steve came back you told him the details of your medication and physical therapy, which of course he already knew, but listened.

The idea of having Steve at your place gave you a sense of comfort. Something you hadn’t really felt before. Steve was willing to stay with you for weeks and help you. Something like that hasn’t happened before.

“How long are you going to stay again?”

“Until you’re off the crutches,” he responded, but noticed the shift in emotion on your face, “but I can stay as long as you want me to.”

“Thank you, Steve, really.”

“Of course, I think I’m the only one that could handle your snoring though.” He teased, sitting back laughing.

You gasp, glaring at him since he’s too far from you to do anything. “You’re lucky I can’t move fast.”

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What Was Left Behind Pt. 11

Summary: After the events of the Sokovia Accords, Steve is now a fugitive to the U.S. government and has left you in the worst way possible. What happens when fate reunites the two again when you are most vulnerable?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x pregnant reader

Warning: hospitalization, problems within the pregnancy, Tony fighting Steve, mentions of possible character death

Sam and Steve were already heading to your house until they received Nat’s frantic call about you. Steve was driving the truck and never had this man break so many traffic laws (and crushed the steering wheel like the Hulk) in his life.

Once they got to the base, Steve didn’t even park as he just jumped out of the car to head to you. At the medbay, Steve saw Dr. Choi coming out of a closed curtain room.

“What happened?” he said worryingly. The doctor lowered her head down to find the right words. “I found out that the blood transfusion made her condition worse. The baby absorbed all of your enhanced DNA, making them grow at an immense rate. She needs to deliver soon.” she said.

Steve’s head was spinning, trying to wrap this information. “I don’t understand, I thought it was making her better. Won’t the baby be premature?” Choi’s face saddens as she has more bad news.

“The baby is practically full term, almost as if the fetus is overdue. Her body can’t sustain such strain. She must have been going through this pain for a while now. I suggest an all-natural birth as performing a c-section is too risky. We don’t know if either of them will survive such stress.”

Nat comes out of your room, looking at a very pale Steve “Hey big guy, let’s sit down… ey?” he nods his head as he slowly takes a seat while Nat wrapped up the conversation with Dr. Choi till she left for the nearest lab. Nat takes the seat next to Steve, unsure what to say.

“She was fine this morning. Why wouldn't she tell me something was wrong?" Steve questions, trying to grasp what's happening. Nat purses her lips, placing her hand on his shoulder for support. "Because she didn't want to lose you." she says in a faint tone.

Steve shoots his direction to her. "What do you mean?" he asks, flabbergasted. Nat looks down, trying to choose her next words carefully.

"Steve, she knew from the start that this pregnancy was going to be the death of her. She left the only life she's known to escape threats for your baby. Not only that, but she had to do it ALONE. Now that she's with you, she didn't want to throw away the limited time you guys had. I know y/n, she probably wanted to spend her last memories with the ones she cherished instead of wasting away on a hospital bed."

Steve stays silent, suffering inside with tears drenching his face. He faces in your direction, probably thinking you are scared for your life. Steve turns to nat as she nods her head for him to visit you, standing up and wiping his tears away to go to you.

You were in bad condition. It was as if all the color from your skin had drained away. The only color that appeared was the purple bruises that were forming at your exposed belly that was wrapped in belts to monitor the baby's heartbeat.

"Please don't look at me like that." you whispered as you struggled to get up from your lying position, trying to grab a thicker blanket to cover your shivering figure.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked as he grabbed the blanket and tucked you gently. “Believe me, I suffered worst.” you said as you straightened up a bit, rubbing your very big belly. He showed a face of guilt, but you just clutched his hand softly as he slowly sat at the edge of the left side of the bed.

He held your left hand, gliding his finger on your wedding ring. "Remember when I proposed to you?" he asks lightly. You begin to chuckle as you stare into his blue eyes.

"How could I forget? You were so nervous that we arrived late to the reservation. You were so persistent that we walked the block to a nearby diner and it started raining. I could tell you were visibly upset but I said 'the worst moments happen before the great ones.' Just like that, you knelt on one knee."

He smiles down in his lap, remembering his past frustration that melted away because of your reassuring words. "and I said that 'because of you, you changed everything in my life into something greater. I knew that the second I met you, I couldn't go a day without your smile or your laugh.' Then I took out the ring that I designed after your mother's locket."

You cup your hands around his face. "And it was the most beautiful ring." You both stay in your positions, enjoying the quiet that surrounds you.

"I need to ask you something..." you began as your eyes stung with tears. "If things go south, I need you to promise me that you do whatever it takes to save the baby. Alright?" you sniffed.

It was a hard pill to swallow as you two knew that you were probably not going to make it. But if one of you were to say it out loud, both your worlds would crumble.

He kisses your lips with such affirmation. “How can I say no to my best doll?” he huffed out, trying so hard not to cry again as he forced a small smile.

Your eyes start to flutter, causing Steve to help you in a comfortable position to sleep. He fixes your hair out of your face, then kneels down to kiss your temple. "I love you," he mutters softly before leaving the room.

Steve sees Sam and Nat in the waiting area, waiting for news on your well-being. "She's sleeping right now. Call me when she wakes up." Steve said sternly, walking like a man on a mission.

"Where are you going?" Nat screamed after Steve. He turns around briefly, looking straight at her in the eye.

"Like you said, y/n wants to be surrounded with the ones she cherishes. I'm going to uphold that wish."

Sam chases after Steve who is heading to a small aircraft. “Look man, I know what you’re going to do. I think you’re doing a noble thing but it’s a suicide mission. You don’t even know what’s going to happen to you.” Sam says as Steve turns on the monitor, hearing the engines roar.

“I have to die trying. If y/n doesn’t get this closure, she never will. I need to do this alone, but if I don’t make it… promise you’ll give her the necklace.” Steve says, holding out his hand to Sam. His friend’s face turns serious as he shakes the captain’s hand. “You do that yourself, Cap. You’re going back to your family in one piece.” Steve nods his head, prepping for the flight that can lead him to possible death.

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“Boss, there’s an unknown aircraft that is heading this way.” FRIDAY alerted Tony as he was finishing dinner with Pepper. Tony gets up in cue as he presses a small button on his chest that surrounds his body with his armor. “Go and wait in the room. I’ll figure out what’s going on. I’ll have FRIDAY have you listen to what’s going to happen” Tony said in alert.

Pepper kissed him briefly and ran her way up the stairs. Stark flies out on the terrace and heads to the small aircraft. “Hey there, I don’t know if you noticed but you’re kinda trespassing on my property. I need to ask you to fly along wherever you came from before I call the local authorities and you know the drill.”

He backs up a bit as the aircraft slowly turns around to open the back ramp, revealing the last person he wants to see. “Tony… hear me out before you-” the man is cut off as Tony blasts him near his right shoulder, grazing into a wound. He falls back by the sudden impact, trying to tend the injury with pressure

Tony’s face is revealed to talk to his old friend. “You have ten seconds to explain what you’re doing here before I blast you in the sky.” Tony demanded as he raised his hand that was lighting up with energy. “It’s y/n!” Steve screamed out. Tony lowers his hand.

Tony’s face softens just from hearing your “Wha-what happened to her? Is she alright?” Steve slowly gets up, grunting lightly from his arm. “The doctor’s think she’s dying, Tony. They said she won’t be able to survive the birth. The only person she wants to have her dying moments in that delivery room is you.”

Tony is speechless, he suddenly looks back to see Pepper staring at them from the terrace. He could visibly see her crying and mouthing out “Go to her.” Without warning, Tony goes into the aircraft, now standing next to Steve as the door closed.

Steve is about to say something before getting interrupted by a phone call. Steve excuses himself to answer it. “Hey, I’m on my way. Tell -” his voice drowns out as he hears screaming on the phone. Steve tries to reply but the end goes silent.

“Steve, what’s going on?” Tony asks in a concerned tone. Steve turns to Tony as his face turned ghostly white.

“That was Natasha… y/n is going into labor.”

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Scott Lang x Reader Chapter 13

This chapter follows directly on from chapter 12 I REALLY need to make a master list I know. Ended up way longer than I expected but I hope you enjoy! :)) and let me know if you want to be added to my tag list <3

Warnings: smut, age gap, swearing as fucking always

‘Oh fuck,’ his eyelids fluttered as he rode into you. You wanted to take his shirt off and take all of him in but the pleasure was keeping you lay down. Scott felt your walls tightening as you struggled to decide where to look and what to do with your hands. He seemed to sense the indecision because in a surprisingly wholesome twist, Scott’s hand found its way in your hair before caressing your cheek. All you could hear was both of your heavier breaths matching each other’s rhythms. You’d known before (and of course said before) that you loved Scott but having him look at you with such compassion in bed made you know for certain.

You both let the pause continue but Scott’s impatience was obvious, despite him trying to hide it for your sake. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ you finally said before smirking up at him. The atmosphere took an instant shift as the two of you fought with the fabric and felt it rip off of his chest. And oh fucking hell was the sight of Scott shirtless a treat. You knew he worked out, Tony had a gym everyone used for training, but you never knew he had actual ab muscles. Scott chuckled as he watched you stare at them in awe. Fuck fuck fuck. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

Scott’s finger below your chin guided your gaze back to his green eyes. There was no hesitation after that. As the two of you kissed with lust filled ferocity, you postured up and pushed down on Scott’s shoulders so you could sit in his lap. You tried to continue devouring each other’s taste but the sound that slipped from you as you sank down onto him was pornographic and distracting as hell. You rode him slowly because after such a long wait why not tease him? He could have made this happen ages ago. Selfish of him really.

‘Jesu-fuck Y/N,’ the poor man struggled to keep his head facing you and not back looking at the ceiling. ‘You feel amazing,’ you couldn’t help but beam at his praise. After spending so many nights touching yourself to the fantasy of riding him, having it happen in real life was overwhelming. His large hands gripped your waist while you continued your torment of slowly filling yourself up and down. You didn’t want this to just become another memory in the past that would never happen again. Scott’s firm hands digging into your waist brought you away from the nagging thoughts. ‘Fuck you’re so tight.’ He felt so good it was driving you insane. As he hit your g-spot dangerously slowly you let out a whine.

‘You..can go,’ he already sounded wrecked which made you smug as anything. ‘Faster than that Y/N.’ His eyes were closed but you were determined to keep yours open to look at his face. The obvious pleasure he was feeling. You decided to oblige him and speed up, never once did his cock grazing your g spot not send wonderful shivers down your spine. Your face felt hot- your whole body was on fire.

It was your turn to throw your head back. No one had made you feel as high as Scott, not even close. The man was fucking addictive.

All you could focus on was the full feeling you had in your stomach, Scott’s wrecked voice and his firm grip on your waist. Part of you wished they were around your neck. Maybe next time. ‘Scotttttt….’ you moaned. He fucking adored hearing you moan and hearing you say his name was going to send him over the edge. You wanted to see it. With desperate, yet shaky hands, you thought about crawling his back but it felt forced for a moment. Once again he sensed your minor uncertainty and handled it for you. ‘Come here,’ his voice was husky but breathless as he pulled you into a kiss while you rode him faster and faster.

Your walls were tightening and your toes began to curl on the bedsheets but you felt a sudden impulse to move so you pulled him on top of you. It broke the kiss but it meant on Scott’s next thrust you felt him even deeper and a prolonged moan left your open mouth as you came. Your eyes closed and your body jerked and writhed underneath Scott’s panting chest. He didn’t move for a moment, completely lost in witnessing you enjoy every second of your orgasm. It hit you in waves that felt endless for a moment before your entire body stopped its uncontrollable writhing that pushed Scott over the edge.

He came inside you and, for a moment, almost lost balance. You were so in shock from the huge mass of pleasure you’d just felt that your chest was rising and falling heavier than it did after a run. That orgasm had hit you like a brick. You struggled to sit up as you felt Scott, to your surprise, move down your body. How did he have any energy left? You were exhausted.

One more feeble attempt to sit up was not needed because Mr Scott Lang had decided to surprise you by inserting his fingers in your pussy and smugly licking your clit. Without the much needed warning. ‘Ah- too sensitive!’ You squealed, backing away from Scott on the bed to escape. He was definitely amused. ‘You okay over there?’ Wow. After the sounds he had made?! He was going to make you out to be overwhelmed? However his confident side made you wet and you were not one to complain after sex so:

‘I’m great.’ You smiled coyly and closed your legs as if you weren’t leaking his cum all over the bed and just there to talk. Scott smiled and made his way back over to you like a panther on some sort of sick hunt. ‘You’re trouble.’ He responded, almost judging but still humorous. When you didn’t respond you saw his face change to show some insecurity about his actions. ‘Are you already regrett-‘

‘I regret not getting you to slam me against a wall to be honest.’ You hugged your knees, your breath had returned to normal and you were grinning at Scott like a cat that had gotten its own way. Finally.

‘Well shit,’ he paused with his hand on his forehead and a raise of his eyebrows. ‘That can be arranged.’

Yes but not now, you thought, too tired for that. Must sleep. Must lie down.

The bed, despite being wet, was so inviting and Scott following your lead and wrapping his arms around your waist even more so. You felt safe next to him. At peace. You heard Scott’s breathing normalise but neither one of you spoke. There was no awkwardness like you’d feared and apart from the horrible intrusive thought ‘Am I better or worse than his ex wife’ you felt calm and… happy. Really happy. Tentatively, Scott’s hands found themselves stroking your hair. He ran his fingers through it gently and you smiled and closed your eyes. The smell of sex had filled the room but your arousal was somehow being overpowered by the calm. And there was one question you were curious about.

‘How long for you?’

You expected a brief silence or atleast a ‘Huh’ due to your vagueness but Scott just knew exactly what you’d meant.

‘Atleast a year,’ you quietly turned to face him so he knew he had your full attention. ‘But I really knew when you came to comfort me, on my anniversary.’ You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows and scoff. ‘You mean when I came to annoy you on the roof?’ Scott’s smirk grew into a full grin at you. ‘And why is that so surprising?’ To be quite honest you’d felt like an intrude that night and not much help to him at all but it was nice to know he felt differently. He looked so pretty lay opposite you, your hands found their way into his hair ruffling it even more. ‘I don’t know.’ You lied.

‘What about you?’ It was his turn to play with your hair again. Oh that was easy. Too easy. ‘First day I met you,’ it was growing harder to look Scott in the eye as you admitted it. ‘I kept thinking about y- I only ever asked you dumb questions as an excuse to talk to you until- well until we were friends.’ He was listening intently which you were not used to men doing. “Were?” Scott questioned knowingly, he waited for your response and you could practically see his ego growing by the second. Of course ‘were’.

‘Well would you call this friendship?’ You laughed, gesturing to the two of you in bed slightly sweaty from moments earlier. After a second too long for your liking passed your eyes widened at the sight of Scott’s hoodie on the floor. You’d forgot he’d brought it with him and it looked comfy as anything. ‘Hold on I’ve always wanted to do this,’ you grinned excitedly like a little kid and Scott watched you in amusement. Struggling for a moment, you pulled the black hoodie over your head (because your hair wasn’t messy enough already) and gestured proudly to your new (stolen) outfit. It smelt like him which just made you giddier.

‘You’ve never slept with a guy and stolen his hoodie before?’ Scott raised his eyebrows clearly not believing you or understanding the appeal. ‘They’ve been out the fucking door too fast.’ You shrugged trying not to let that harsh fact sink in. Oh well. You were feeling good now at least. Scott frowned but once again you couldn’t help but not wait for his reply- just in case it hurt you in some way and brought your high down. ‘Kinda hungry not gonna lie.’ You hadn’t even eaten yet but that wasn’t what you were really thinking about as you stood over Scott as he sat on the bed.

Slyly, he ran his calloused hands under his hoodie and up your torso making you gasp. He couldn’t help but grin at the strong reactions you had to his mild touches. Deciding to really tease you, Scott’s hand traveled down to your pussy so he could finger you but being overstimulated you whined and grabbed his wrist. The man just thought you sounded pretty. ‘Fuck- you’re dripping sweetheart.’ You grinned once again at his words and clenched your thighs together. ‘Who’s fault is that?’

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

All you had to do was ask

Summary: Your ‘no strings attached’ deal with Bucky goes to shit when he requests you to stay in bed with him one night. The concept of cuddling alien to the super soldier, lucky for him you’re willing to help out.

Warnings: 18+, little smutty, fluff.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Square Filled: Cuddling

WC: 1.2k

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Exhausted pants and sighs echoed broke the silence of the night as you and Bucky got your breathing back to normal. Your room was dark minus a little moonlight streaming through the glass wall that was adjacent to the bed, you watched Bucky’s silhouette as he got dressed to leave.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Night Buck.”

This part of the deal always broke your heart just a little every single time, even though it was you who had initiated the whole ‘no strings attached’ with the super soldier after a drunken night. You and the guys went out for drinks to celebrate absolutely nothing and it had led to you and Sam singing your heart out on the streets before Steve and Bucky – who couldn’t get hammered even if they tried, dragged you both back to the compound.

Bucky wanted to make sure you were safely tucked in bed and that ended up with him staying with you that night, holding your hair back while you puked, making you a quick sandwich to sober you up and before you knew it, you were kissing the man before peeling his clothes off.

It worked out well in the beginning, sneaking around and emerging from each other’s bedrooms while other residents of the compound were blissfully unaware. Six months in and you were contemplating either expressing your feelings or calling the whole thing off in case it went south.

You stayed up after Bucky left going over the last few months before realizing you were thirsty. Getting to the kitchen meant passing Bucky’s room that was left open for some reason. As you got closer, you could hear faint groans and heavy breathing coming from the other side. Pushing it open, you saw Bucky’s sleeping form on the floor, sweat gleaming on his torso as the nightmare he was having disturbed the peace he deserved.

“No!” he sat up yelling, eyes flying open to look around before they landed on your frozen form illuminated by the light coming from the TV that was left on. Your feet took you near him and you knelt down wiping some of the sweat off his forehead in attempts to calm him down.

“It was just a bad dream Bucky. You’re alright.”

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him, glad when he didn’t resist, rubbing his back in soothing circular motions, running your fingers through his hair softly you felt him nod in agreement. This wasn’t the first time you found him after a nightmare, and he was glad you were the one making him feel safe every time this happened.

He followed you in the kitchen, staying silent as you brought two glasses of water before joining him on the barstools.

“Still sleeping on the floor?”

“Yeah the bed is too soft. I can’t fall asleep there.”

“Well we could always get you a new mattress.”

“We?”

“I—I don’t mean we like you and I. I mean I could come along if you wish to o—or Steve you know whatever you want.” You fumbled with words, keeping your eyes on the glass, mentally slapping yourself for letting the ‘w’ word slip out.

“We can go together. I’d like that.” He managed a small smile to ease your distress.

You were heading back to your room when Bucky stopped you by grabbing your hand all of a sudden making you stop in your tracks,

“Hey could you stay with me tonight? If—if you don’t mind.”

Taken by surprise for sure but, your heart fluttered hopelessly as you nodded and followed in into his room. Another thing that managed to surprise you was Bucky’s room since this was the first time you were actually in it, blank walls, with little to no furniture minus a few essentials. The bed was untouched, you knew it as soon as you entered, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were actually going to ‘sleep’ with Bucky for the first time.

“Do you um, have a preferred side?” You asked, drawing the covers back before sliding in as he shook his head in a no as he joined after turning the lights out.

It almost felt wrong to lie in bed together with a considerable distance in between. Luckily Bucky sensed it too but found it rather hard to express.

“You can shift closer if you want. I mean—”

“Bucky. Do you want to cuddle?”

You didn’t need light to know there’d be blush creeping up his neck as you asked that question. It was funny and endearing at the same time.

“Have you never done this with anyone before?”

“Nope.”

“Of all the things we’ve done, I can’t believe you were afraid to ask for a cuddle.” You chuckled, scooting closer before resting your head on his chest, hearing his rapidly beating heart over the T-shirt he’d pulled over before getting in bed.

“I just didn’t want it to be weird. Sorry.”

“But it’s not weird. Is it?”

“No. This feels perfect. Thank you (Y/N).”

“All you had to do was ask.”

Your grin got wider when he hugged you back after pulling the covers up, comfortable silence falling over the two of you as sleep began tugging at your eyelids once more. Holding your sleeping form so close to his body, hearing the steady beating of your heart lulled him into a peaceful dreamless sleep, something he had craved for a very long time.

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A sharp irritating sound of your morning alarm stirred you awake next morning but you soon realized there was very little you could do to move. To be honest you were afraid to, fearing he would think this had been a huge mistake.

The pleasant weight of the super soldier, his limbs wrapped around your body with a tangled mess of the sheets and his soft breath against your neck prevented you from moving a muscle. Your attempts of squirming to turn the alarm off provoked a groan from Bucky who pulled you back against his chest, burying his face deeper into your hair, mumbling something incoherent.

“Bucky we’re gonna miss training…” you whispered, reluctant to let him go yourself but you were sure to receive an earful from the Captain if you didn’t show up.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“M’ not ready to let you go.” His sleep-heavy voice travelling straight down to your core, the fact that his half-mast but clothed erection was pressed up against your thigh didn’t help either.

Giving up, you shut your eyes once more, relishing in the feeling of being so close with the man you loved. The quite calm was disturbed once more when Bucky’s phone buzzed loudly from the nightstand. Now it was your turn to groan.

“Come on we gotta go. Your best friend won’t let us be.”

Bucky lift his head just enough to gaze at your face through his eyelashes, his features undeniably gorgeous even more so in the morning light.

“What if we do a little cardio in here first?”

You were about to reply when he dipped down to capture your lips in a kiss. It felt like a dream come true to wake up next to him, share a morning kiss.

You could really get used to this.

Rolling you over, he pulled you to lie on top, never breaking the kiss as one of his hands held you by your neck while the other pressed your ass to his growing bulge.

You chuckled, sitting up just to turn Bucky’s phone off before removing your top to resume your morning activity.

“All you had to do was ask.”

[malum-forev]

Goodbye

The sound of her black boots on the concrete was echoing on the empty walls, a sound she knew she would remember forever. It was one of those strange moments where she could feel this moment, today, was going to mark the end of a chapter in the book of her life. She tried to remain calm but the lingering tears on the borders of her eyes were making it difficult to convince her brain that everything was fine. The dam was building up and with her tears came years of memories that would come to a halt.

The back-and-forth movement was enough to make a normal neck snap but it was as if her determination made her muscles even stronger, she wasn’t going to stop until she found him. On one side, empty walls and on the other side the once beautiful Wakandan sunset setting. Just as the orange and red fire peeked over the mountains for the last time, she heard his laugh. She only managed to take a couple of steps closer to the open door before she froze.

“I know you’re out there. You’ve found me.” She heard Bucky say with a lighthearted tone. What helped her remain on her feet and not on the cold floor is still a mystery. One hand on the side of the wall and the other on the left side of her chest, she turned the corner and entered the room.

“You know I didn’t want you to be here.” Was all he said, looking out the window from the room.

“You don’t want me here because you know what you’re doing is wrong.” She whispered, her throat had become a desert.

“I didn’t want you here because you’ll only make things more difficult. A goodbye is better at a distance.” This was the first time his aquamarine eyes looked back at her.

She took one step forward but in return she received a cold stare. “Don’t do this.” He warned.

“You’re the one who’s making a mistake, you shouldn’t do this.” She cried, finally letting her eyes rest.

He furrowed his eyebrows and gulped down the knot that had formed in his throat. “As long as I’m out here, I’m a threat.”

“You’re not a threat! Not anymore!” She yelled. “You’re too busy focusing on the past that you can’t think about the future! How much you’ve changed! How happy you are now!”

“You think I’m not happy? You think I’m not grateful for what I’ve lived these past years? The love I’ve experienced?” He replied, his tone matching hers. “What you don’t realize is even though I’ve been happier than ever, there is always going to be a part of me, a part of my brain that is tied to the past. And if that is still there, then I’ll always be a threat, a form of currency. I’ll always be an object. I’ll always be the Winter Soldier.”

She fell into his arms. “All of this isn’t fair. You’re so much more than that, more than him!” she said, tears falling freely. “It’s not fair, there’s so much you haven’t seen.”

He delicately placed kisses on the top of her head, one kiss for each tear he shed. “I’ve lived many lives Doll. I’ve been in places and seen things you couldn’t even imagine.”

“It’s not fair.” She repeated. “This isn’t supposed to happen to good people like you.”

He sighed and brought her even closer to him. “Sometimes life isn’t fair. Sometimes these things have to happen to people like me so that the world grows a thicker skin and becomes a better place. The greater good.”

“I’m just glad that everything I did, the good and the bad, all I’ve suffered, everything, brought me here to you. I got the chance to meet you and spend these last few years by your side.” He looked down at her and placed his hand on her chin, making her look up to him. “And if I were given the chance, I would do it all over again if it meant spending only one minute by your side.”

“Sadly, now, it’s my time to go. It’s time for me to repair some of the damage done and give back to the world. Just know that I am forever in debt with you. Because I have never or will never feel a love like the one I felt for you. ”

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[waynes-multiverse]

Runaway

Pairing: Teenage!Dean Winchester x Teenage!Reader

Summary: When Dean sneaks out one night to explore the big city, he makes acquaintances with another runaway...

Warnings: Mentions of drugs & drinking, teenage runaways

Word Count: 498

A/N: This was written for @deanwanddamons​ Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge Pt. III. Thanks for letting me participate again! My prompt was Bon Jovi’s Runaway. I did not use the lyrics but went with the vibes and Dean’s CBGB story in 10x09. Hope y’all enjoy! 🖤

The lights were blinding, almost illuminating the city to daylight, although it was way past midnight when the young hunter snuck out of the motel where his little brother and father had fallen asleep. Excitement coursed through his veins as he explored the Big Apple on his own, roaming the streets filled with all kinds of different people, curious green eyes peering for an adventure until they landed on a girl across the street, no older than him.

She smiled mischievously, her eyes twinkling as she saw him, waving him over to her. With a swallow, he joined her. She was dressed in all black, her legs covered in fishnet tights that were torn in several places, her lips painted a scarlet red and a pair of Doc Martens on her feet.

“First time in the city?” she inquired, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Uh, yeah. That obvious?” Dean chuckled insecurely.

“A little,” she replied with a giggle, taking his hand. “C’mon, I’ll show you where to have fun.”

With his hand in hers, he followed her, just two stupid, lost kids prowling the loud city with nowhere to go. His heart was hammering against his chest, her giggles filling his ears as they passed the neon signs on Broadway, past clubs with music blaring out into the street until their feet took them to the East Village.

He couldn’t help the feeling she was lost like him, misplaced and neglected by their families. His father never cared much about him, never listened to anything he said, always yelling, ‘Go, go, go.’ He would never run away forever, he’d never leave his little brother behind, but just for one night, he wanted to feel as free as the girl on his arm.

Stopping in front of a club, his jaw dropped, his mind was blown when he read the name: CBGB – a dream come true. The line outside was long, but she took him to a back alley, winking to a guy who held the door open for her, leading the young kids inside.

“You come here often?” the green-eyed boy inquired.

“Mostly on weekends, if I manage to sneak outta the house,” she told him with a wink.

“You live in the city?”

“Connecticut,” she shouted over the booming music as the two of them fully entered the club. “‘M gonna get us some drinks. Don’t stray too far,” she said with a smile and disappeared into the crowd.

His eyes wandered around the ramshackle establishment in amazement. There were people doing drugs, drinking, and dancing, smoke and sweat filling the air. For a moment, he felt unencumbered, a chill running down his spine at the realization he was at the same place where all the greats had walked before him – Blondie, The Ramones, Patti Smith...

It all went by so fast, too many stimuli hitting his young, impressionable brain, and before he knew it, he had lost his runaway girl in the crowd.

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