#ty for the request it actually helped me get out of a drawing slump

[go-star-sailor]

you should draw greg and wirt bundled up for winter i think greg would have a coat thats way too big and he can barely move in it because i think thats super cute lol

oh for sure!!

i remember a long time ago seeing someone’s headcanon that post unknown wirt hates feeling cold.. my heart melts thinking about him always making sure greg is warm enough too..,.,,., ough :,)

but we stay silly so have these too

[citrinesparkles]

doctor todd.

jason todd x gender neutral vigilante!reader. 1,875 words. notes: requested by @jason-redhood as part of my hundred followers celebration! this got a lot longer than i intended, oopsies. thanks for requesting- hope you enjoy! warnings: tending wounds, mentions of food.

"y'know, lurking outside somebody's window is a good way to get yourself shot," jason called over his shoulder.

"i'll keep that in mind," you said, voice strained enough to shoot dread into his veins and draw his attention completely away from his work.

he set the gun he had been cleaning on the table and twisted around to find you gingerly sliding through the open window.

"hey," you mumbled, giving him a weak wave after your boots hit the floor. "sorry for not calling, i just..."

you were backlit, the glow of the city making it impossible to see your features from the dining area- but your posture alone was enough to have him shoving his chair back and crossing his apartment.

"how bad?" he asked, stopping a few steps back, now able to make out the tears in your suit and the bruises around your mask.

"pretty sure i sprained my wrist, and there's a poorly-bandaged gash on my leg, but otherwise i'm peachy."

"how bad's the leg?"

"i'm... not sure. bad enough that i think i need your help." you patted the windowsill with a gloved hand. "obviously."

he nodded and slid to your good side, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. "okay. c'mon, my stuff's in the bathroom."

-

"here." he handed you a pair of shorts and a large tank top. "change into this so i can get to the wounds, okay? i'll be right out here if you need anything."

-

"you're good!" you called.

he nudged the bathroom door back open and scooped your uniform up from the floor, carefully putting it in a canvas bag and tying the handles together before setting it in the tub to deal with later. "alright," he sighed, turning back to face you.

his clothes looked way too right on you, he realized, a wave of emotion he would vehemently deny surging through his chest and pushing heat to his neck and cheeks.

"alright?"

"okay. alright. uh-" he jerked a thumb at the counter- "up here, i guess, so i can see your leg."

you propped one foot on the toilet lid and braced your good hand against his shoulder, his hands instinctively coming up to hover around your waist as you pushed yourself up and settled next to the sink.

the grateful smile you gave him was enough to tug his lips into a smile of his own.

"you're up, doctor todd," you teased.

he stepped forward with a halfhearted eyeroll, fingers brushing the cloth tied hastily around your leg. "can i take this off?"

"go ahead."

he tugged gently at the knot, wincing when you inhaled sharply. "sorry."

the scrap fell away, revealing dried blood and an open wound on the outside of your thigh.

"yeesh, that is nasty," he said.

you scoffed lightly. "gee, thanks."

"hey, if you wanted a nice doctor, you probably should have gone somewhere else." he shifted to the side, grabbing a clean cloth and bottle of alcohol. "fair warning, you're really not gonna like me here in a minute."

your quick "i seriously doubt that." was greeted with a grin that felt a little too fond for his liking.

he told himself it was for your benefit.

...yeah, that sounded good.

he could live with that.

-

he made quick work of cleaning the gash, doing his best to distract you by making stupid small talk about the horrible movie he'd sat through that morning because the tv remote had been out of reach and the mediocre new coffee shop with dry blueberry muffins.

"was the coffee okay, at least?"

"okay, yeah, but not 'five-dollars-fifty' okay. if i hadn't been falling asleep in line i probably would have left when i saw the price."

"there's a nice one up by my place, they make the best blueberry muffins ever."

he hummed. "i'll keep that in mind, next time i'm over that way." he leaned back, studying your cut. "i think stitches would probably be smart."

you groaned. "of course they would."

"i'm okay to do them- i do them on myself- but if you want i can give you a lift to a hospital or something."

"no. if you can, i want you to do them. i trust you."

he sat with that for a minute, searching your face for any hesitation. when he found none, he nodded. "okay."

-

as you both expected, it sucked.

to make things worse, he was rapidly running out of mindless things to talk about.

how many times could two people really argue about pizza toppings before it got old?

-

"alright, done."

"holy shit, finally." you slumped back, leaning on your good hand for a moment before your head snapped back up. "no, not like- i meant thank you, you did great, i'm not being an ingrate-"

"i know, relax." he nudged your knee with a goofy smile. "here, gimme your wrist."

you pouted (which, yes, that was also adorable, much to his dismay), carefully stretching your bad arm out.

he took your hand gently, scooping it up in one of his and bracing your forearm up with his other. "it's actually not too bad, considering you hit hard enough to tear your glove. i'm gonna clean the scrapes here up, though, okay?"

"do i really get a choice?"

"it's your body, so, yeah."

you sighed dramatically. "fine, if you insist. go ahead, clean my wounds for me."

-

he was quiet this time, focusing intently on removing bits of dirt and stuff from your raw palm with a set of tweezers.

trying to ignore the way your eyes seemed to linger on him now that he was looking down.

he set the tweezers aside, glancing up at you to find you smiling at him thoughtfully, and dropped his gaze just as quickly as he had lifted it. "what, you enjoying making me do all the work?"

"you could say that, yeah."

he scoffed. "well, you're going to enjoy it a lot less in a second. time for the alcohol again."

"ugh."

-

he managed to dig up an old wrist brace in the back of his sock drawer. a little big for you, but it would work for now, he figured.

"may i?"

you nodded and held your arm back out for him to loop the brace over your thumb and tuck the velcro strap under and around, pulling it snug against your skin before sticking it to itself.

-

"last one, tough stuff." he pointed at your cheek, where a small patch of dried blood stained your skin. "ready?'

you nodded tiredly. "let's just get this over with. this counter isn't as comfortable as it looks."

he chuckled, dampening the softest cloth he had and wringing it out. "sorry, i didn't think i needed to get an apartment with counter cushions." he raised his left hand up, hovering an inch or so below your chin. "uh, can i..?"

your eyes widened, glancing at his hand. "oh, uh, sure. yeah."

he moved slowly, raising it to cup your chin softly with his middle and forefinger on one side and thumb on the other. "this okay?"

"mhm." your eyes slid shut and he could almost believe that you sank into his touch.

if it wasn't absolutely insane, anyway. his touch wasn't exactly the kind people sank into- much less people like you. people that good, that caring, that stunning? yeah, no.

he tilted your head to the side slightly, rubbing gentle circles across your cheekbone with the cloth and watching as the blood faded.

"so, who did this?" he asked softly, casually.

apparently not casually enough, though, because you snorted at him. "why, you think you need to go avenge me? defend my honor or something?"

"no! i'm just curious. just... making conversation."

your eyes opened, amusement dancing in them and threatening to hypnotize him. "good. i shouldn't have to tell you who won that fight, jay."

"well, i mean, you are missing a chunk of your thigh."

"aw, is the big bad vigilante worried about lil old me?"

he squeezed your face gently, pushing your cheeks up and forward into a goofy fish face. "it's rude to tease the guy tending to your wounds, babe."

he definitely didn't imagine your breath hitching. "babe, huh?" you asked playfully.

"shut up," he grumbled. "don't make me regret helping."

-

"alright, looks like that's the last scrape. you're all cleaned up."

"thanks, jason." you smiled up at him, soft and warm and genuine. "i really appreciate this."

"yeah, yeah." he squeezed your jaw again. "try not to make it a habit."

"mhm." a moment passed quietly before you spoke quietly. "so, you gonna do something here, or can i have my face back?"

he froze.

your mouth- which he was really trying not to look at- shifted into a confident smirk, a challenge written clearly in the angle of your lips.

your eyes, bright under the harsh lighting, told a different story. one of vulnerability, and want, and something close to fear.

"do you want me to?" his voice was hoarser than he'd intended, and he swore you could hear his heartbeat echoing in it.

your gaze dipped to his lips. "would it make everything super weird?"

"you just came crawling through my window in the middle of the night in a mask and kevlar. i think things are already weird."

he felt your hum under his fingers. "then why not?"

"do you really want me to answer that?"

"jason, will you please just kiss me already?"

"well, you did say please." he leaned in slowly, giving you every opportunity to slip away or yell 'sike!'

all you did was bring your good hand up to his collar and pull him towards you.

your lips were soft and gentle, and the way they pulled upwards slightly when his hand slid from your jaw to cup your cheek was something he'd be thinking about for weeks.

when he eventually pulled back, it took him a moment to open his eyes. he was half convinced that if he did, it would be to his bedroom ceiling, the past half an hour all a dream.

instead, he found your fond gaze.

"finally."

he let out a huff of laughter, thumb running over your cheek. "you should stay here tonight."

"w-"

"not like that," he clarified quickly. "you have stitches, you shouldn't go leaping across rooftops tonight. i can take the couch."

"hm." you smoothed out his shirt collar, the barely-there brush of your fingers against his shoulder almost tugging a whine out of him. "or i can take the couch, and then you can take me home in the morning and let me treat you to an actual blueberry muffin."

"are you asking me out?" it was a teasing comment, paired with a tiny smirk meant to fluster you.

but it was also a reality check.

you seemed to catch the second meaning. "yeah, i am. would you, please, let me take you out on a date?"

"i'll have to check my calenda-"

"you're so full of it."

"yeah, probably."

"is that a yes?"

he laughed, bringing his other hand up to squeeze your knee. "yeah, i can let you take me on a date. i could use a good muffin."

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Let’s Get Away

Summary: It’s due time for Natasha to take a break.

Genre: Fluff

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 3,899

“ty mne ne doveryayesh’?” - “do you trust me?”

* * * * * *

The other side of the bed is cold when you wake up, void of the body that had been keeping you warm at night.

Sleepy eyes scan the room and even though you know she’s gone again, you still feel disappointed to find her combat suit missing from the closet. 

Knowing that your worry for her isn’t going to allow you to go back to sleep, you toss the covers away from your body and trudge out of bed. After brushing your teeth, you grab the first aid kit and head to the common room.

Two and a half cups of tea and a partially burnt bagel later, you hear the tell tale sound of Natasha coming home. 

Not only does FRIDAY announce her arrival, Natasha herself lets out a pain induced groan.

Having known your fiancé for more than ten years, you can even hear the difference in her footsteps, the way her feet shuffle across the floor instead of her usually confident strut. She’s exhausted, bruised and beaten, but not in the least bit ready to admit to needing a break. 

It’s dead silent between the two of you. 

Natasha was really hoping you’d still be asleep, most nights she’d been able to slip back into bed without you noticing, until you saw the fresh scars and bruises in the morning. 

Tonight is different though, and she can tell. In the way you quietly rise from the couch and walk over to her, the way you sigh when taking her hand in yours and seeing her newly bruised knuckles, the way you aren’t able to look her in the eyes even after you’ve pulled her to sit down and start to tend to her wounds.

Every touch is soft, some could say overly delicate. You touch her as if one wrong brush of the alcohol soaked cotton will hurt her or break her completely. You know it won’t, she’s the Black Widow for Christ sake, she’s had far worse injuries than these and her pain tolerance is high, that doesn’t stop you from being gentle with her.

Even though the atmosphere is tense, Natasha can’t help but to remember that this is exactly how you were with her when you’d begun to develop feelings for her. 

Being a medic at S.H.I.E.L.D since before she was recruited meant you weren’t new to dealing with the injuries of the agents that came through. When she was brought to you the first time, with a gunshot wound to her thigh, you were the perfect picture of calm, cool, and collected. While you weren’t aggressive or rough with her, there was a noticeable difference in her first visit and how you would later treat her.

Despite her incredible skill, Natasha ended up taking a lot of trips to the med bay, all of which lead to you two getting closer. Which in turn lead to the development of your feelings for each other. Each one, she felt you becoming softer with her, she started to see the worry in your eyes when she would come in. There was something about the way you treated her as if she wasn’t invincible that drew her to you, she was always the badass Black Widow to majority of the people she knew, it was a breath of fresh air to have someone treat her like she’s just Natasha. 

Natasha sighs heavily,“ I’m sorry.” She mumbles, but you hear it in the quiet of the compound. 

For a moment she thinks you’re pissed at her, what with the lack of a quick reply. In reality you’re just focusing on pulling the tiny shard of glass out of her knuckle, cleaning, and wrapping it. 

Once you’re done, you set everything you’d used to the side, opting out of painkillers since it won’t do much to her enhanced dna anyway. 

“What exactly are you apologizing for?” You ask softly, finally looking up into her eyes. It surprises you to see the amount of guilt in her eyes that you do. A frown forms on your face. 

“I-” she swallows, breathing heavily,“ I don’t mean to worry you so much.” That guilt in her eyes mixes with a troubled expression and it breaks your heart. 

“Then why keep going out there?” You turn to face her completely, legs folding as you play with your fingers.“ If you keep it up the NYPD are gonna be out of jobs.” You try to tease, hoping a little joke will take that look off her face.

God you hate seeing anything other than a smile on her face.

Natasha shakes her head and the tears that spring into her eyes after her prolonged silence takes your breath away.“ I don’t know what I am outside of being an Avenger,” she confesses. When a tear escapes, you reach up and swipe it away, leaving your thumb there to caress her cheek.“ There’s always been a mission, a threat, a purpose.”

Listening to the way she says it, you know what she actually means to say. She had a purpose. The fact that the Avengers dismantling has left her feeling so lost wasn’t something you knew. It affected her hugely. Tony and Clint both stepping away to be with their families, Thor switching over to the Guardians, Bruce going back to do whatever he had been doing after Thanos’ snap, and Steve choosing to go back to be with Peggy only to return and pass the Captain America mantle to Sam.

If you were in Natasha’s position there’s no way you wouldn’t be affected by that. Everyone was moving on, everyone seemed to have their purpose outside of the Avengers, everyone left her behind. 

You take a deep breath, tilting your head to catch her eyes,“ not knowing what to do is hard,” you see her shoulders drop at your words, as if she’s relieved to hear that you understand.“ But it doesn’t mean you don’t know who you are.”

That makes her freeze, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Her head tilts to draw her gaze from the floor to your face.

“Nat, honey, you were an Avenger. And I know what that means to you. But being an Avenger was only part of who you are.” A gentle smile forms on your lips at just the thought of how extraordinary this woman is.“ You’re a loyal friend, an incredible aunt, a hero,” she chuckles softly at that,“ and you are the most amazing fiancé.”

Soft green eyes bore into yours, tears brimming her eyes again but for a different reason all together.“ I love you so much.” She says, turning to press a kiss to your palm. 

Pulling your hand away, you open your arms to her and she happily obliges to your invitation for a cuddle. A grunt of pain escapes her when she twists to lay between your legs, her body freezing up for a second, before she nearly slumps into you. 

Her back presses into your front, your arms circling her waist. You press a soft, lingering kiss to her temple and she laces her fingers with yours, taking in a deep calming breath. 

“The last few years have been hectic, and even before all of that, it seemed like we never slowed down,” you tighten your hold on her,“ but right now, we don’t have those kinds of threats looming over our heads.”

“You’re saying I should stop.” 

With a frown, you shake your head and lean over to look her in the eye,“ no, god no. I told you, a hero is part of who you are. What kind of fiancé would I be if I told you to stop doing what you were meant to do? Not a very good one right?” She answers with a nod and a chuckle.“ nor would I be a good fiancé if I let you keep going without telling you to take a break.”

As if her body picks up on that phrase alone, a long, loud, yawn leaves her lips. You can’t help but smile at how cute she looks, her nose all scrunched, eyes shut. The second the yawn ends she blinks back the tired tears and snuggles closer. 

She says something but it’s muffled by another yawn and by the time that one ends, her eyes are shut, and she’s fast asleep. 

* * * * * *

When Natasha wakes up in the morning, she’s in bed and she’s alone. 

The emptiness of the space beside her does something to her heart and she can’t help but wonder if you got this feeling whenever you woke up and she was gone. 

Some of that guilt from last night creeps back up and she groans, turning to bury her face into your pillow. While your scent usually calms her down, now it only serves in reminding her of just how dumb she feels. 

You’ve always been the most understanding and loving with her, more than anyone she’s known. Just like last night proved, you’ve always known that saving people even though it put her in danger was what she was meant to do. You knew how important it was for her to clean her ledger, you even understood when she went to Russia for months to shut down the Red Room and make amends with her family. 

The second she came back you didn’t have to ask if she’d done what she set out to do, you could just tell and it translated through the following days. You took even greater care of her just to ensure that she was truly okay both physically and emotionally.

After all of that, after all you’ve done for her, she’s still making you worry by throwing herself into danger she doesn’t have to be involved in. Somehow you even understand that.

This time she groans, squeezing the pillow as frustrated tears pool in her eyes. 

“That does not sound like someone who’s having a good morning.” Your teasing voice hits Natasha’s ears and through her frustration she can’t help but roll her eyes. Then moving to sit up, resting her back against the headboard.“ Wh-what’s wrong? Does something hurt?”

You rush to her side, hands and eyes instantly starting to roam her body for any signs of injury worse than what you found last night. 

“I-I’m fine, physically.” That just makes your frown deepen.“ I just realized I’m the worst fiancé in the world.”

Figuring this has to do with last night, you climb over her legs and sit beside her.“ As your fiancé I think I’m the one to determine whether that’s true or not.” She raises an eyebrow at you and you know to drop all the teasing.“ Okay okay. Why do you feel that you’re the worst?”

“Aren’t you tired of me?” She turns to look at you directly.“ I’ve always been in danger and you’ve understood and now I’ve been blatantly throwing myself head first into danger and yet you still understand?”

You cock your head to the side with love in your eyes.“ I’m far from tired of you Romanoff. Am I fond of the idea of you being beaten up and shot at, no. But I love you and I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself. And I’m going to worry about you because that comes with loving you. You could work with puppies, or babies, or I don’t know what a safe job is, either way, I’d still worry about you.”

A sigh falls from her lips,“ that makes me feel a little better.��

“I know how you can make it up to me.” Hopeful eyes look back at you.“ Get your cute little ass out of bed, get ready, and meet me out front.” You smack a kiss to her cheek before hopping out of bed, leaving Natasha to watch you nearly bounce away in excitement. 

Curiosity is the main driving force in Natasha’s actions. She does in fact get out of bed, taking a much needed hot shower afterwards and changing into a pair black stretch pants and one of your sweatshirts.

The last thing she’s expecting when she meets you outside is to find you leaning against a very new looking silver sports car. It being a convertible allows her to see the red leather interior. 

“Is that my sweater?” You ask, brows pinched together with a finger pointed at her chest. 

“We’re getting married medovyy, what's yours is mine.” A sweet smile hits her lips. You weren’t going to ask her to change anyway cause you love seeing her in your clothes, but had you been considering it, that smile would’ve done you in.

Humming, you shake your head,“ that aside. Let’s go.” You reach back to grab the handle and pull the door open for your fiancé. 

“Go where?” She takes a hesitant step forward.

You smirk, reaching up to cup her cheek and ghost your lips over hers,“ ty mne ne doveryayesh'?” You whisper.

Dammit she’s a sucker for you speaking Russian. Had she known when you started learning in your first years of dating that it would become a weakness, she would’ve stopped you. You already had a hold on her, that just made it tighter.

It’s why she nods, seemingly in a trance. Only easing into the seat after you’ve given her a proper kiss.

The door shuts after her and you round the car, jumping over the door and into the driver’s seat. You look over at her,“ I’ve always wanted to do that.” You say giddily, before clicking your seatbelt into place.

With a shake of her head, she puts her seatbelt on as well, and gets comfortable in her seat.

“The final destination is a surprise, but you can know that we’re going to that little diner you love so much in Greenwich.”

She can’t help but smile at you. She couldn’t get more lucky if she tried. 

“One last thing,” you reach across her lap to the glove compartment, pulling it open and retrieving two pairs of sunglasses. Setting them in your lap, you lean towards her and reach up, fingers deftly combing the braid from her hair, and then you slip the glasses onto her face. 

Winking at her, you slip your own pair on and start the car. It purrs to life and right before you pull away from the compound, you flick the radio on. 

The quiet that settles over the two of you is full of contentment. Music plays softly as Natasha holds your free hand in hers, fingers occasionally playing with the engagement ring on your finger. 

That feeling remains as you open the door for her and escort her into the diner. You let her slide into the booth first and she takes your hand and tugs you down into the seat beside her. 

An amused smile plays on your lips that makes the redhead give you a look, her eyebrow raised at you.“ What?” She asks.

“Nothing I just-” you chuckle shortly,“ I remember a time when you’d only let me sit across from you. I could hold your hand but sitting next to you, that was a no. Wasn’t until a year after we made things official that you let me sit next to you. I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant I was special.”

Her finger presses into the side of your jaw and she gently turns your head to face her,“ you are special. Especially to me.” And then she kisses you so sweetly you think it might give you a cavity. 

Your breakfast date passes with flirty remarks, quietly spoken affections, and soft kisses between bites of food and sips of tea and coffee. After which you settle the bill and head back out to the convertible. 

The next destination is unknown to Natasha but, unlike usual, she finds herself excited about the unknown. It’s an odd feeling but she welcomes it, letting herself feel free of worrying about what’s next. And you revel in seeing her like that. 

Sending an occasional glance in her direction just to watch her long red tresses flow with the wind, to smile softly at the way she shuts her eyes and let’s the breeze caress her skin, and to chuckle when her hand raises to create a wave against the wind. 

More than ten years you’ve known her, majority of which you’ve had the privilege of calling her yours. If there’s one thing being with her has taught you, through every obstacle you two faced together be it arguing about if tea was better than coffee to the many many life threatening missions she’s been on, it’s that moments like these were precious. 

There’s never any way of telling when the next world or universe threatening event will occur, if it’ll be the one to take Natasha away from you, so it became abundantly important that you get these chances to bask in being with her. 

Your thoughts lead you to subconsciously taking her hand in yours, raising it to press your lips against the back.

Natasha smiles. She swears your lips feel like rose petals. Nothing compares to your kisses. 

“I love you,” you say blissfully. 

Nothing except that.

“I love you too,” she squeezes your hand. 

The look of excitement that lights across your face makes her eyebrows raise. It’s not the same as the usual look you get when hearing her say those words, your expression is usually softer. Which is why she follows your line of sight when you look away from her.

Her eyes are met with the view of a beautiful lake house and she quickly snaps her gaze back to you. 

“You’ve given the NYPD a break these past couple of months, I think you’re in need of one.” A wink finishes your statement and she surges forward, hands on your face to pull you into a searing kiss. It expresses her love for you more than words ever could.

With the cutest most beautiful smile you’ve ever laid eyes on, she throws her door open and excitedly tells you to come on. And you’re more than happy to follow. 

Leaving the bags you secretly packed in the trunk, you accept Natasha’s outstretched hand, and allow her to guide you around the grounds. 

The view of the lake and everything beyond looks even better than the pictures let on. For a last minute trip to Jersey, this was considerably good.

Despite how tempting it is to stroll down the dock and hold Natasha in your arms like the clichés you read about, you save that for later, instead following the still curiously excited redhead towards the house. 

In one action you scoop your fiancé up into your arms after having unlocked the back door. Her arms wrap around your neck and she raises her eyebrows at you in question.

“Figured I could get some practice.” Your teasing tone is back, your words bringing a coy smile to her lips.

“Are you still excited?” She asks as you step into the house, careful to not bang her head on the door.“ I know we’ve pushed it off a few times.” 

You gingerly set her down.

Postponing the wedding was never due to a lack of wanting to be married. 

The first plan was thrown out the window when Lagos happened and the team fell apart. Neither of you were sure about getting married while on the run, your family no longer around. But you’d found yourselves in the city of love, completely taken by the atmosphere, and decided that there was no need to wait. Then Thanos came. Losing half of your family to his homicidal plan hit you both incredibly hard.

Three and a half years it took for you both to realize that maybe you couldn’t get everyone back, which also made you appreciate that through everything you’ve always had each other. While there was nothing you could do about the past, you had a say over your present and you wanted to spend as much of that as wives as you could. Only for Scott Lang to show up in the midst of planning with the idea of the Time Heist.

All of that happened, you got everyone back and were blessed with your family again. So when things settled you both got back to planning. A year and six months after the final battle against Thanos, where Thor “went for the head”, you were finally a mere two months away from making the woman that is the love of your life your wife. 

“Am I excited to become a Romanoff?” Your question trails off with a pondering gaze to the ceiling. Natasha’s eyebrows pinch together at your need to think about it and seeing her frown makes you laugh.“ After three failed attempts I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty damn excited.”

The redhead smacks your arm in annoyance at your constantly playful behavior and you wrap your arms around her waist, laughing once again.“ You’re incorrigible.”

“Oh absolutely,” you wink,“ but I think that’s one of the many things you love about me.”

Her eyes narrow and her lips press together in a thin line, a hum of uncertainty leaving her lips. That makes your jaw drop and this time Natasha laughs. When she raises a brow at you, you nod in understanding. 

A beat of silence passes before you both set off to do something, Natasha offering to make tea and you go to grab the luggage from the car. Taking both straight to the bedroom before going back to join Natasha. 

She raises the cup of tea to her lips, eyes focused on the view outside the window. You slip behind her and wrap your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder and looking out the window as well. 

You know something’s on her mind but you’d learned a long time ago to let her open up herself as opposed to prying.

“Do you think everyone will be able to make it?” She finally speaks up.

Biting your lip in thought, you take a deep breath,“ I think everyone is going to try their best to be here but things come up. Everyone has RSVP'd so they want to be there that’s for sure.” You’re taken aback when you turn and find those green eyes staring back at you.

The most intense emotions swirl in those angel eyes.

“I know I keep saying it but, I love you, so much.” Her free hand raises to rest on your cheek. 

“And I, you my love.”

Adjusting herself back into your hold completely, she returns her gaze to the lake.“ Thank you for this trip as well.”

“I figured if I brought you out here I could get lucky.” 

That statement seems to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. Natasha slips from your grasp and heads towards the back door.“ Wait no, I’m sorry. I meant to say that I did it cause I love you and I wanted to spend time with you!” You call after her, only for her to continue to walk away. 

For the rest of this trip, Natasha knows you’re going to continue to be a pain in her ass but she also knows that for every annoying and teasing comment, there are ten times as many affirmations of love and whispers of sweet nothings. 

You whisked her away to give her the break she so greatly needs and deserves and you plan to make sure she enjoys it in full.

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows

[duker42]

If you're taking requests, can I make an nsfw request where y/n has Levi wear a remote control vibrator? He starts off acting like he's not that phased but ends up showing a more needy, submissive side the longer she teases him? I love your writing style.

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Change in Attitude💜

He fucking hated everything about this. His face was the picture of unhappiness as she brought out the toys. If he had known she was going to pull shit like this, there was no way in hell he would have coming up with this little game they played.

He didn’t realize she had it in her. To suggest that he wear something like this. His need to dominate and control her, tying her up to use how he wanted had led to him suggest they each get to try something to push the other’s boundaries.

Levi had gotten his way. The night of ropes and hoarse cries for more still tingled in the back of his mind, making him eager for another night spent taking her apart, touch by touch until she was a mass of need and want under him.

“Levi, you promised. Anything I want.” Y/N said as she opened the brand new package to take it to the sink to wash it.

“I didn’t expect that you wanted to stick something in my ass, Y/N.” Levi growled, distinctly uncomfortable with the idea.

“And wear it at work.” Y/N reminded him over the running water in the bathroom.

He scowled at her, really unhappy with that portion of her wish. “Fine. Whatever you have planned, isn’t going to work. I’m just going to feel like I have to shit all day.” He grumped at her.

Levi knew that she was enjoying it when she came out of their bathroom with that mischievous grin on her face. She thought she was going to make him squirm. She obviously had forgotten exactly who she was married to. Levi Ackerman wasn’t going to let something like discomfort stop him from winning this little skirmish between the two of them.

~~~~~

He looked cool on the surface, like he did every day as he sat in his office. Y/N grinned as she opened the door and brought him his tea. The dark blue suit he wore with the starched white button down and tasteful grey tie spoke of the power that his position held.

Running a company took determination and a sharp mind. Something Levi had in spades. She held the little remote in her hand. Pressing the button, the only way she knew it was working was a small flinch from him, his eyes darting up to hers as he glared.

It was a new device, a combination cock ring and internal vibrator. Connected to keep it from going too far inside him, both parts vibrated to give some pretty intense pleasure from the reviews. But what Y/N wanted was for him to beg. To need her to take care of him. She had extracted a promise from him that he wouldn’t take it off, nor would he take care of himself.

She left it on as she walked back out to her desk. Turning the intensity up as she sashayed out of his office, knowing his eyes were on her hips.

~~~~~

Levi was started to squirm. Not that he would ever let Y/N know that. When she walked back into his office he would sit straight up and school his expressions, not letting her know how the toys were starting to affect him.

The moment she had her back turned, he was palming his cock through his trousers, needing much more that the slight pressure of his own hand. He had been hard since she had slipped the ring on his cock, squeezing the base and cradling his balls. He hadn’t actually minded the small smooth cylinder being inserted in him, her teasing pumps of his cock distracting him as she pushed it inside him.

He knew he could make it through the day. He just needed to ignore the vibrations and concentrate on the the same email that he had been working on for the past hour.

~~~~~

He had given up working, just concentrating on keeping it together for a little bit longer. Under the suit jacket he was starting to sweat. His cock aching against the fly of his trousers, his tip leaking and creating a wet spot in his boxers.

He wanted Y/N, no NEEDED her to come in and do something, anything to help him. Her hands, her mouth, he would do anything if she would just touch him.

His brow was furrowed as he clenched his jaw, the intensity of the vibrator ramped up again. Damn her....

She opened the door, slipping inside and closing the door behind her. She grinned as she saw his frame. Rigid and tense as he clenched his fists and breathed in and out very slowly, trying to control his reactions.

She reached for the remote, hesitating on the off button before turning it all the way up. His body jerked in his chair, his eyes shot up and flew to were she was standing.

“Please.” It was low and pleading. A small whimper accompanying the sound of her strong husband being needy.

She had cleared the office floor, sending everyone home early for the day before coming into his office. Knowing that he wasn’t going to last much longer. His normally pale face beautifully flushed with embarrassment and excitement. As she walked closer, she could see the prominent tent in his slacks.

His hands curled around the arm of his chair as she knelt in front of him, his black hair hanging down in his eyes as he turned them on her. Placing her hands on his knees, she felt him tense and shudder and as she slid them up his thighs.

Levi broke, his need for her overriding his pride. “Y/N, please. I need you.”

“What do you need, my love?” She purred, her fingers rubbing circles on his pelvis on either side of his cock.

His hips thrusted up. “You. Fuck, anyway you want. Fuck me, jack me off, suck me, I don’t care just touch me.”

“I am touching you.” Y/N brushed a hand over the clothed tip of his cock as she reached for his belt. His loud curse filled the office as his body jerked.

It was beautiful. His cock, stiff and swollen, purple with the head leaking a steady stream of pre cum. She had never seen him this desperate for release, his hips thrusting up in the air, needing some sort of friction as he was pulled from his boxers.

She looked up to see him watching her, a pained expression on his face. His pupils full and dilated with lust. His hand was shaking as he stroked her jaw, his need heavy in the air.

He pulsed in her hand, his whimper delicious as she tightened her grip on him. She leaned forward and pressed her tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting the liquid gathered there. His hand pushed into her hair, his fingers fisting her locks as she grinned.

Y/N rolled her tongue around the tip, making his head fall back and his the back of his chair with a loud thud. Her name out of his mouth a breathy pant.

His submissive cry was loud when she finally pulled him into her mouth, sucking deeply. His stomach clenched under her hand, his thighs tightened around her body. She bobbed up and down, drawing him deeper into her mouth when every pass.

“G-gonna cu-um.” He breathed, his body bowing up as he gave into the sensations of her mouth around him, sucking his soul out while the vibration in his ass and around the base shot sensations all the way to his toes, making his feet stomp against the carpet of his office floor.

“F-Fu-UCK!” He cried out as he came. He pulsed in her mouth, the thick hot ropes of cum shooting out to coat the back of her throat in wave after wave as he pushed her head down a bit harder on him.

Her eyes were watching him, his face a perfect expression of bliss and his eyes rolling back as he slumped down in his chair. His hand stroking her hair idly as he breathed a sigh in relief when she shut the vibrator off.

Y/N swallowed every drop he had to give her, pulling off of him gently and tucking him away in his trousers lovingly. His change in attitude was a beautiful sight to see, but right now, she needed to get Levi home so her normally dominating husband can take care of a growing need she had of her own.

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[bnha-mcu-requests]

Request : #kissmybestfriendchallenge

Hi could you make a Bakugou or Todoroki one-shot where the reader does the #kissmybestfriend challenge from tiktok? Fluff or Lime.. Um thanks..

Ask and you shall receive! This was really fun to write and I hope you like it!

I could feel every cell in my body tingle, as though Katsuki’s explosions were effecting my very soul, the sensation spreading rapidly through me from the point of contact.

This….this…what?

Waking up this morning was not on the top of my bucket-list, particularly after such an intense round of battle simulations that Aizawa had us going through last night, something about ‘villains don’t care what time it is’.

As much as I agree with that statement, any villain that attacks at 2 in the fucking morning can actually suck my toes…wait no…a villain that ATTACKS can suck my toes. Yeah, that’s better, I nod to myself, slowly dragging my aching body out bed, trying desperately to ignore the siren calls of the still warm bed sheets.

Mornings can suck my toes as well, at least it’s a Sunday so no ‘surprise’ training sessions today.

Outside the dorm room I can hear the tell-tale signs that the others are getting up as well, Kaminari and Sero’s loud conversations floating uninvited into the sanctuary that is my room… it’s too early for this bullshit.

Deciding against getting dressed, I threw on a bathrobe, tying the cord loosely around my middle, too tired to care about my appearance, and swung open the door, allowing the aura of death to seep from my very being into the common room down the hall, warning the others of my mood.

Conversation quieted rapidly, for that I was grateful and things were starting to look up until I walked into the room.

“Y/N!! IT IS HIGHLY INAPROPRIATE FOR YOU TO WALK AROUND DRESSED LIKE THAT! I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY BE TIRED BUT IT IS HIGHLY DISRESPECTFUL TO YOUR CLASSMATES WHO MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT YOUR STATE OF DRE-”

Slowly, calmly, I raised up my middle finger and trudged past Iida, unwilling to grace him with a response. He sputtered and flailed his arms in that weird chopping motion he does -I wonder why he does that?- as I walked into the kitchen, nodding at Katsuki who was stood at the stove flipping what looked like pancakes. Without saying a word, he slid me a mug full of the life giving bean juice, grunting at my muttered thanks.

A few sips in and I was already feeling better, drawing myself upright and releasing the heavy aura that had permeated the room previously, sending the others in the common room an apologetic smile at the sighs of relief, yeah my control is not great first thing in the morning.

The day passed quite peacefully after that, some of the class having made plans to go to the mall, had left soon after breakfast, calling out quick thanks to Katsuki as they passed the kitchen, grinning at his customary, “YOU THINK I NEED THANKS FROM FUCKS LIKE YOU?! OF COURSE IT WAS DELICIOUS, I MADE IT!”.

Everyone else continued to mill around the common room, talking among themselves and watching the TV or drifting back to the dorm rooms to get on with any last minute assignments. Momo and Jirou were sat watching videos on Jirou’s phone and occasionally giggling or blushing. My interest peaked, I walked over to see what they were looking at.

I could feel my face lighting up when I saw the girl lean over and kiss her ‘bestfriend’ leading to an intense make out session.

“W-what the fuck is that?” I asked, unable to keep the shocked stutter out of my voice.

“Oh! Y/n I didn’t know you were stood there!” Momo gasped, face flushing in embarrassment at being caught. Jirou on the other hand seemed unbothered, fixing me with a deadpan expression before saying,

“It’s the #kissmybestfriend challenge on TikTok, it’s really popular at the moment.” I shifted under the intense gaze she and Momo suddenly fixed on me, as cheshire grins suddenly crept across their faces.

Whatever was about to happen, I wanted no part in it and I carefully began to inch backwards, very aware of how close the two were getting. I could feel the room begin to heat up and the others sat on the couches began to shift uncomfortably under the weight of my aura as it once again began to fill the room. Momo and Jirou to their credit seemed mostly unbothered by it as they continued their advance.

“Say, Y/n, you and Bakugo are pretty close right?” Jirou asked

“Very close, one could almost call you best-friends, no?” Momo continued, both of their smiles turning from cheshire to shit eating.

“W-what are you talking about? Katsuki and me? N-noway! We’re just friends!” I managed to stutter out as images began to flood my mind, unbidden, from their implications.

“Friends that call each other by their first name even though you’ve only known each other for a year or so…”

I tried to stutter out a response, the air becoming even heavier still from my increasing embarrassment and confusion.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE? EARPHONES, PONYTAIL, BACK THE FUCK OFF, Y/N CALM THE FUCK DOWN, I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE IN HERE” saved by the bell, kinda.

Momo and Jirou do back off at this but their smiles widen at the use of my name instead of a nickname. Thanks Katsuki but did you really have to prove a point in the process?!

I took a deep breath and once again, released the room from my aura before taking the opportunity to split and race back to my room.

I spent the rest of the morning sat on my bed thinking over what Momo and Jirou had said. Sure, Katsuki and I were close, but we weren’t like that. We just got each other, we were on the same wavelength, we vibed. That’s all, right?

Unable to let it go, I let myself slump back onto the bed sheets that only hours ago I had felt so comfortable in. I grabbed my head and rolled backwards the forwards, groaning and lamenting at my apparent inability to function as a normal human being.

I was so busy feeling sorry for myself, I almost missed the sound of my door opening. I looked up only to slump back down as I registered just who it was that had invaded my abode.

“HAH??” was the eloquent response to my deflated sigh. I couldn’t even bring myself to snap back with a quick comeback, so busy trying to hide the inappropriate thoughts from showing on my face.

He looked good.

A redundant statement, he always looked good. But right now, with this rose tinted filter over my eyes, he looked almost edible.

I blinked uncomprehendingly at him as he finished speaking. I hadn’t listened to a word of what he had said. I gulped at the look of annoyance that flickered across his face, flinching silently as he launched himself onto the bed next to me, almost certain this was the start of another loud and typically harmless argument.

“I said, what got you in such a state earlier?” he growled out, eye contact so intense, I couldn’t tear myself away from it.

“N-nothing, it was nothing Katsuki,”

“I’ll be the one that decides that thanks” he said, voice flippant.

Frustration licking at my nerves, I did something that under normal circumstances, I would never even consider. I whipped out my phone and opened up my TikTok, quickly setting it to record.

His eyes widened in confusion as I placed it on the bedside table facing us both. So concerned about what the phone was doing, he didn’t get the chance to stop me as I grabbed his face and pulled him in close, our lips meeting briefly.

No matter how fleeting our contact, I felt fireworks spread through my entire being, lips tingling. I looked back up at him, dreading the look of disgust on his face. Oh… what had I done? I had just ruined this perfectly good relationship by being an idiot-

I squeaked as I felt him grab me and pull in, eyes sparking and face warped in a snarl - goodbye world, you were shitty.

I squeaked at the feeling of his warm lips pressed against mine, movements rough and passionate and I couldn’t help but let my eyes slip closed, enjoying the intensity and fervour behind the kiss, allowing myself to indulge in the bliss of his surprisingly soft lips.

His tongue brushed fleetingly across my bottom lip as his hands tangled in my hair and I opened my mouth, permitting him entry, head still spinning at the impossibility of what was currently happening. I could feel my grip on my quirk slip and suddenly, the room was filled with fireworks, bursting flashed of happiness, surprise, excitement and, small hints of arousal. This was like nothing I had ever experienced and not for the first time, I was thankful that while others could feel the pressure of my aura, they couldn’t immediately recognise what it meant. Though, if Katsuki continued with his ministrations,  it wouldn’t be too long before the aura was strong enough that he could see it as well as feel it.

He pulled back, both of us gasping for air, his face flushed and a smug smirk on his face as he took in my dishevelled appearance, clearly proud of the mess he had made of me. His gaze travelled down my body before his face lit up like a tomato and he looked swiftly back up to my face. I looked down to see what had caused his sudden embarrassment and noticed that at some point during our make out session, my bathrobe had slipped down, the tie in the middle coming loose and exposing more of my chest than I had realised in the heat of the moment.

Gasping, I shoved him off, pulling it closed again to protect what little dignity I had left before looking back up at him, suddenly shy now that the situation had lightened.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that y/n but what the fuck?” he asked, voice lacking the bite it usually carried and I couldn’t have stopped the fond smile even if I had wanted to as he reached behind his head to rub at the back of his neck where his blush was the darkest.

“Well, Momo and Jirou-” I sighed at his blank expression, “Ponytail and Earphones” his eyes widened slightly in remembrance.

“Wait, was this about those shitty videos they were watching?” he suddenly got another smug look on his face as he leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on my face and I felt my heart rate spike again, “If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you didn’t need a stupid excuse like that,” he said and I felt myself flush again.

“Nope! Absolutely not! Out! Get out!” I shot up, blushing uncontrollably as I began to push him out of the room, trying to ignore the shit eating grin on his face as he allowed himself to be shoved across the threshold. Before I could slam the door on him however, he grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a quick, but no less intense kiss.

“One for the road” he said when I looked up at him. I felt my blush explode across my whole body then, and threw the door shut with such intensity the pictures on the walls began to shake precariously on their fixtures.

I almost missed the soft, fond chuckle from the other side of the door as he began to walk back to his own room as I slumped against the wall and slowly sank to the floor.

I help my clenched fists to my chest, trying to calm down my racing heart as my blush slowly began to recede. I lent my head against the wall with a muted ‘thump’, taking in the room that suddenly seemed brand new, despite nothing having changed. My eyes caught on the phone propped up on the bedside table, repeating video showing that it had finished recording.

I crawled over to it, knees still shaking and clasped it close, watching the video, slightly disbelieving what had just happened and reminding myself to thank Momo and Jirou for pushing me into this situation, even if I didn’t think I was ready for it.

I smiled softly, cheeks pink and heart full as I clicked ‘save to drafts’.

[stellisae]

25 & 31 Diego plz???

Prompt: “What the hell were you thinking?” & “You haven’t lost me.”

Book: Havenfall is for Lovers

Pairing: Diego x MC

Word Count: 1176

This is the longest response to a prompt request that I’ve ever written holy shit, I just really love Diego okay? Today’s update gave me a lot of thoughts as well. Personally I think MC’s parents are somehow involved in this “power” that’s in Havenfall and we’re gonna find out that MC is actually some kind of supernatural being that can live forever. So that’s where the basis for some of the little details in the fic comes from.

MILD SPOILERS FOR DIEGO’S SEASON 5 UPDATE BELOW

“Antonio!” I shout as loud as I can, trying anything to draw his attention away from Diego. I know he doesn’t want to do this, neither of them do, but Dracula hasn’t given them an option. With Antonio being brainwashed he really doesn’t have a choice and for Diego it’s fight back or be killed. I only wish I had something I could do to help.

Stupid human-ness.

I try to get in an help at one point but with a single slap Antonio has me sprawled across the floor about 10 feet away. Diego warps to my side to check on me, anger and worry warring on his face. I quickly wave him away, trying not to be any more of a burden, but that distraction still gives Antonio long enough to get the jump on him.

“Stay back,” Diego hisses at me as he and Antonio go tumbling across the floor again. My wrist throbs from catching my weight on it but I manage to scramble back enough to get out of the way of the fight.

We definitely would not be trying that again.

My eyes frantically scan the area around me, looking for anything I could use. Hell at this point I’d start throwing books at them if it helped. Finally my eyes alight on my pocket knife just a couple meters away, lying where it landed when Antonio had knocked it out of my hand earlier.

Oh wow, apparently movie-style-luck existed in real life too.

I eye Diego and Antonio, both keeping each other occupied on the other end of the room and crawl towards my knife. Neither of them pay me any mind as I close my fingers on it and force myself back to my feet, biting back a squeal of pain when my ankle protests.

If a drop of my blood brought those teenage vampires out of their trance maybe more would at least get Antonio’s attention long enough for Diego to subdue him. I know Antonio’s much older but I’m more powerful than we thought too and…I have to try something, anything to help Diego.

“Hey Antonio!” I yell again, though he still doesn’t look my way. Taking a sharp breath I drag the knife across my arm, wincing at the sharp sting of the cut. The thick scent of blood permeates the room as it drips from the cut. Simultaneously, both heads of the vampires swivel towards me and Diego’s eyes blow wide with terror when he sees me standing there with blood dripping down my arm.

Antonio is at my side in a flash and I slap a handprint of blood on the nearest exposed skin I can reach. I shout out the spell Lilianne had used as best I can remember and Antonio winds back as if I had shoved him away. His eyes roll back as his body convulses and then he collapses to the floor.

“Diego, what…?” he asks breathlessly as he looks up at me, still bleeding and then to Diego, his eyes clear for the first time since he arrived. He doesn’t get another word out before Diego knocks him over the head.

I almost breathe a sigh of relief that it’s over for now until Diego turns back to me, a white-hot fury making his eyes glow red. “What the hell were you thinking?!” he shouts, roughly gripping my arm and bringing it to his lips so he can lick up the blood. I hiss in pain when his fangs sink into the skin on either side of my cut and a part of me screams in my head to shove him away, that our little distraction worked too well on the both of them. But when the flow of blood slows to an ooze I realize what he was doing.

He rips a strip of fabric off the bottom of his shirt and rapidly wraps up my arm, tying the makeshift bandage a little tighter than I thought necessary. “Come one, I need to get you home to bandage that up properly,” he says, his voice still gruff with his anger.

I start to follow his firm grip on my uninjured arm as it starts lead me out to the truck but, I barely make it a few steps before my head goes woozy and I slump against Diego’s back. “Diego…I…” I mumble out, my voice suddenly deciding it doesn’t want to work either.

He turns back to me, and I briefly register his ire fading into fear as he takes in my state. “Shit, hold on,” he says, urgency taking hold of his voice and he scoops me up into his arms, shadow warping us out and away from the old abandoned house. “Just hold on love,” I hear him whisper before everything fades to darkness.

“I can’t believe I let you do that to yourself. I drank from you and then you go and pull a stunt like that. You can still die from blood loss.” As I feel my consciousness drift back the first thing I recognize is Diego’s anguished voice ranting to himself coming from somewhere very close by. “I might lose you,” he chokes on the words and he has to take a pause before continuing, his voice taking on it’s firm tone again. “I’m never drinking from you again. I knew-”

“You…you haven’t lost me,” I manage to get out through my haze, effectively shutting down whatever Diego was about to say.

“Oh-” he says startled, and then I feel his weight against my side as he dives against me, wrapping me up in his arms. “Thank god you’re awake,” he whispers to me, then a little louder like he’s calling out to someone else in the room, “she’s awake!”

Frantic footsteps follow his announcement and I force my eyelids open enough to the worried faces of Razi, JD, and Sheriff Hunt. They all start talking almost at once and I lift a hand briefly in an attempt to wave them away.

“You’re a doctor,” I mumble quietly to Diego, still fighting off the reaches of sleep. “Shouldn’t you know better than to overwhelm a patient?”

A wide grin spreads over JD’s face before he speaks again, “almost died and already sassing your boyfriend, huh?”

Sheriff Hunt gives him a sharp elbow to the side then grabs his arm, offering me an apologetic smile as she drags him away. “We’ll give you some space,” she says as they all walk in to the next room.

I snuggle in against Diego, and he lets me stay that way, stroking a hand down my back while I wake up the rest of the way. Then he pulls back ever so slightly to look me in the eyes. “Please, don’t ever do that again. If I lost you…”

I interrupt him again with a quick peck on the lips and smile up at him. “You won’t. You’re stuck with me forever remember?” Diego nods solemnly and pulls me tight against him.

“Forever.”

[braindamageforbeginners]

Ice Floes

Quickly, before we begin: 1. this is a mostly-true anecdote that ties together several different, ideas I’ve had in the last two-ish days, including... 2. There are no ice floes here, it’s a reference to senecide in certain cultures (rarely practiced in Norhern Tribes and never practiced in the usual, “Send Grandma floating away on a chunk of ice!” way).

So, the first concept idea for this pieces my younger brother, Andy, who is working this summer s a fire-spotter in Idaho and/or Montana (he’s stationed in a national park that covers really big portions of both states). This is a cool, Norman Maclean manly-man style job for a grad student, and we were all fairly certain Andy would like his job (which, as a per-diem, is hard to beat, I’ll admit), and we’d all love to drop in and say hello, except I’m in very specific chemo ward 3-4 times a month (and that last week when I don’t have chemo, I still have to get them to draw my blood and run labs), so my schedule’s a little hard to work. And I started joking that, with our family’s luck, Andy would wind up in someplace with a name like ‘Dead Man’s Gulch” or “Rattleasnake Ridge” (remember that line) that we’d just as soon not bother with. Well, parents won’t be discouraged, so Dad’s thinking he might scratch off a bucket list item AND visit Andy... by backpacking to him (or near him). Which, even though he’s a nut for the treadmill, is not exactly the first phyisical task you’d nominate Dad for if you saw him in person. However, he’s decided to start training to address that very problem. Also, Andy’s fire station is somewhere in the Rattlesnake Mountains. I’m absolutely not making that up, Also, since my more-twisted jokes are apparently reshaping reality in their wake, I’d like to joke that I’ll be a multi-gabillionaire in a few years after someone reclassifies these scribbles as science-fiction.

One of the issues/questions I’m faced with all the time (aside from, “Why did we catch you tying truck nuts to Deputy Pierson’s police vehicle*?”) is how much of my time I really do devote to staying healthy and managing your disease/prescriptions/insurance/appointments. The short answer is, almost all of it. I know I spent a post last week essentially boasting how healthy I was, apart from having Stage IV cancer. What’s important is to know is that I take a weird sort of pride in that, and, as Dad has pointed out, in most cancer cases, the death/survival rate refers to elderly people who have other diseases or health issues in addition to cancer; he hasn’t heard of patients who get chemotherapy, then go for a 3-hour leg day the next day (I’d point out that having a pediatric cancer - as I did, sort of (another brain tumor) has serious long-term health implications for survivors, and now that I’m having toxic sludge pumped through me on  regular basis has a few more long-term associated-problems that I’d like to avoid. The point is, it is slowly starting to dawn on me that he might have a point, and I’m definitely doubling down on that bet, too. Which Dad knows, and knows I’ll be up for any dangerous stunt, as long as there’s even a minor probability of increased healthfulness. Which is why Dad and my step-mom invited me on Dad’s inaugural training hike; The Path of Pain (that’s not the official name, but it’s more accurate than the real thing). Now, bit of context; it’s not true that the Inuit would kill people by putting them on an ice flow and then sending them off. What is accurate - from my sources  - is that in times of famine, some Northern tribes (probably including the Inuit) would suddenly decamp in the middle of the night without telling Grandma and Grandpa. effectively leaving them to the mercy of the elements and luck/fate (to be fair, if the grandparents made it to the new camp, they were honored and informed of all future camp locations). So, I was aware of this when the following conversation occurred: SELF: This hike isn’t one of those obscure traditions where you’re going to leave the sick, infirm, and old - the societal deadwood, if you will - out in the elements to save the rest from starvation or something, is it? DAD: No. Why, are you worried we’d leave you behind? SELF: Nope, just stating - on behalf of the ill - that I have absolutely no intention of being out-distanced by the old just so I can be dire wolf bait. Also, I am absolutely prepared to lie and cheat in the name of that goal. Other people probably have better father-son chats. Other people are boring.

So, before I start describing the festivities - which involve a severe and horrifying betrayal - I might need to describe my disability status, and disability as it stands. GBM diagnosis is an automatic disability according to social security, because of that whole “really, really, high fatality rate and incredibly fast progression (although I’m okay now - I think, maybe - when I fist met Radiation Oncologist, she said the tumor had a 20% growth rate, which means it would double in size every five or so days - I shudder to think how bad, how quickly that could’ve gotten). And, even though I’m mostly-fine at the moment, for the first two weeks after my neurosurgery, I couldn’t walk. This was because I was completely numb on my left side for that time. Remember the last time you got a cavity filled and the dentist used novocaine? Imagine that sensation - or lack thereof - throughout your left side. Walking was a problem because I had no idea where my feet were (unless I was looking). I’ve come a long, long way since then, but that was not even eight months ago (before anyone asks, after a rather dismal showing by the physical therapists at the hospital, I haven’t been doing anything special to recover, other than exercising like my life depends on it). So, testing it on a steep, dangerous slope seemed bright.

Those of you who’ve been hiking with me probably have no trouble picturing the image. I don’t exactly skip up paths, but I do power through them the same grim, pig-headed determination that I’m bringing to the rest of this damned disease. The peak in question is about 1500 ft - not a prize-winner, to be sure, but it’s not a bad accomplishment for someone who couldn’t even go 150 feet not too long ago.

Now, with that smirking sense of triumph and gold star accomplishment, imagine my dismay when my wicked step-mother announced that this wasn’t the goal of the hike, the actual peak we were looking for was... 22 miles away. Okay, so that’s a bit of an exaggeration, the sum-total route was six miles, all on difficult trail. Greek heroes in classic tragedies endured less betrayal.

Now it would’ve been well within my power to request to go back; but, at that moment, I was feeling physically good at marching a mile in less than an hour, and that sensation somehow fused with testosterone, the Stetson, and male vanity, so, even though I knew at the time it might not be a good idea, all I could do was just grimly forge on with a few complaints. Good news, after a severe challenge to my dexterity, balance, and endurance, I’m still mostly-intact. I’m painfully sore from the waist down (I’ve said before, I’ll say it again, why isn’t codeine OTC in this Godforsaken country like it is in every civilized place on the planet). Left leg (and side) are not too bad, but the right foot’s killing me (I’ve tried stretching and rolling it on my yoga roller, which helped, but it’s still not up to snuff) - when I first got out of the car after arriving home (it’s a California thing; we drive for an hour to walk), I couldn’t, because that stupid right heel was too tender, And after all this, my reward to myself was an extra beer and another Tylenol. What have I become? Anyway, Dad and I have quietly agreed that sitting up and getting out of bed should definitely count as a trip to the gym (he’s also ordered a tree that’s sitting by the garage, so there’s a distinct possibility he has darker plans in store for me), and I’m personally going to try and keep my step-mother from any and all topographic maps. Still, you can’t outpace time and you’ll die if you ignore new constraints placed by disease, so I’ll look into some sort of walking stick (I spent the first five minutes back in the car slumped in the driver’s side because that’’s how achey/creeky I felt all on the left) before attempting anything that stupid and arduous again *I’ll credit Dad with this joke when he discovered that you can get a discount on these items if you order them online in bulk

[writtingsofspn]

We’re Family

Request:  Could you write one where the reader knows about supernatural things and lves in the bunker but isn’t a hunter and is happy just doing research but one day her, Dean, Sam and Cas are kidnapped and the demon touches her while she’s crying and they watch and then hurts her and stuff but fluffy ending where they take care of her because we would all want TFW to take care of us thank you sorry for it being long!

Pairing: Sam x Dean x Cas x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Some language and light torture

A/N: So definitely not my best work and I’m sorry for that but I’m trying to get back into writing soooooooo please give in a chance!

This was your own fault really. You know you shouldn’t have gone outside. Sam, Dean, hell even Cas told you not to, told you that it wasn’t safe. Not on this hunt, not while they weren’t here. You were going to listen to them too. Were going to stay in the bunker and do research for the boys while they actually did the hunting.

That was until you got a call from Dean asking you a question. Admittedly you did not know the answer, which you were proud to say doesn’t happen often, but you knew where to find the answer.  The library just down the street. You knew which book on which shelf and figured the trip would take you no more than a half an hour. How much could actually happen in a half an hour?

The answer is: a lot. You hadn’t even made it to the library before a large dark figure walked in front of your path and started walking right towards you. Trying to be cautious you took a few steps back before turning around, deciding you could circle back around without having to interact with this man only to see that he was there as well, a mere few feet in front of you.

Immediately your hand was in your bag, looking for a flask of holy water, gun, or silver knife, anything to protect yourself. Before you could find anything, however, the mysterious figure had raised its hand and struck it down effectively putting you out like a light. - You awoke to being hung from your hands bound above your head and your feet tied together so that your toes just barley grazed the floor.

Your head felt heavy as you slowly lifted it up so you could look at your surroundings only to stop as you met a pair of brown eyes look at you in great concern.

“Sam?” Your voice was weak and horse as you struggled to understand what was happening.

You could see his shoulders relax in relief as he slumped back in his chair, the rag shoved in his mouth keeping him from speaking to you.

“Y/N” another voice spoke sending your gaze shooting in their direction. Cas stood at the very edge of a ring of fire with the same look of concern that Sam had had.

“Cas what is happening?”

“How’d you get here. How’d he get in the bunker? The warding did it fail?” Cas was firing off questions at a thousand words a second, worried about the sanctity of the Winchesters bunker.

“No no no Cas he didn’t come into the bunker I left it”

Muffled shouts brought your attention back to Sam who was shooting you angry looks.

“I’m sorry but I just needed another book for research” You tried to explain yourself but could see that Sam wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N we told you not to leave the bunker” Clearly Cas wasn’t either.

“I know Cas” You sighed “I just didn’t think it was a big deal”

“Well clearly you were wrong” Cas said angrily to you, his jaw locked.

“Look  guys its no big deal Dean will come and get us and you can all scold me about it later”

You watched as Sam’s shoulders slumped in defeat and his gaze fall to floor making you look at Cas in confusion. “Right?”

You could see Cas’ adams apple bob as he swalled. “ he took Dean away a half an hour ago” Cas’s voice was hallow as he looked at Sam almost sympathetically “we haven’t seen Dean since”

You felt your jaw drop as the reality of your situation set in. “You mean we’re stuck” No one answered you sending fear down your spine.

You all sat in silence for a brief moment before a new voice broke it “Ahh my new play things awake”

You picked up your head once again to meet the gaze of the new man who had entered the room, a wicked grin on his face and pitch black eyes starting back at you.

The man slowly approached your, twirling a large knife in his hand before letting it come to a rest on your cheek. You could feel your body shaking as he grinned at you, the stench of sulfur filing your nostril as he bent down until his face was inches from your own. You could hear Sam’s muffled shouts from across the room as he tried desperately to protect you.

The whole building suddenly began to shake as there were an earthquake causing the demon to sigh and take a step back  “Cassie cassie cassie” Slowly he began to approach Cas with the angel blade stretched out in front of him. Slowly the shaking began to subside as the angel glared at him. “You try something like that again and this blade goes through your abdomen” He threatened.

You could feel your chest heave as you took in quick deep breathes and looked at Cas in complete desperation. Part of you wishing him to not do something like that again yet another part of your willing him to free you.

The demon backed away from Cas and looked back at you, chuckling before saying “You know I think there’s someone else who would love to see this” before leaving the room.

Immediately your gaze was back on Cas “Please” You pleaded with the angel, a lump collecting in your throat as you knew he was your only hope “Please help me Cas”

Cas opened his mouth, more sympathy in his eyes than you had ever seen on a person before "I-I I can’t” He stuttered out “I’m sorry but I can’t break the circle “ You quickly clenched your jaw and looked at the floor avoiding both of their gazes. You weren’t going to cry, you weren’t going to cry because these boys have been through much worse. If they can stand several beatings then you could handle this but damnit you couldn’t stop tears from dripping down your cheeks.

“What give up on torturing me already?” You could hear Dean’s voice come from down the hallway, fake bravery very evident in it.

Quickly you wiped your tears on your arm and looked up just in time to see Dean being rolled into the room on a wheelchair he was tied to.

The eldest Winchester had seen better days. Where Sam had no scratches on him Dean was covered in them, a few dark purple bruises covered his face and blood dripped down from his nose. Yet still a smile was on his face as he kept up the phased of having the upper hand in this situation.

He opened his mouth, ready to let another smartass comment loose when the smile dropped as he saw you.

The demon grinned as Dean fell silent sending you a quick wink that sent a shiver up your spine.

“here we’ll give you a good view” he said, putting Dean right next to Sam before approaching you again.

“You touch a single hair on her head and I swear to god I will-“ Deans voice was deeper than you had ever heard it before.

“You’ll what” The demon chuckled, interrupting dean “what’re you going to do from that chair Dean? What can you do?”

Dean clenched both his jaw  and fist as he sat as far forward in the seat as the restraints would allow.

“What would you do if I were to do something like” He spoke slowly and calmly as he approached you, a grin on his face “this” and with a fluid movement made a thin swipe beneath your cheek bone.

You couldn’t help but let tears roll down your cheeks once again not in pain but in sheer terror.

“That’s enough!” You could hear the power in Cas’s voice as he all but yelled.

“She is rather beautiful” the demon spoke softly, ignoring the boys remarks, as he brushed some hair from your face with the blade. “I can see why you keep her around. A nice blank canvas” and with that he made another cut on your face.

“Get the hell off of her you scumbag or I’ll send your ass straight to purgatory” Dean tried threatening again though you could hear his voice starting to fail.

“No I think we’re going to have some fun” He said happily before releasing your arms.

Immediately you were throwing punches blindly at his face, not sure if you were hitting anything. You could hear the boys yelling, what you weren’t sure but you weren’t paying attention, desperate to gain the upper hand.

All to fast the demon was on top of you though, zip tying your hands together once again until you were lying incapacitated on the floor.

“Nice try bitch” he spit at you, sending a hard kick in your stomach making you curl up in pain. “Try. Something. Like. That. Again. And I. will. End. You” He spoke while kicking you between each word. Each breath sent sharp pains through your body as you tried to catch your breath.

“Now you’re coming with me” He spat again before grabbing your hair and dragging you towards the hallway.

“No!” You screamed, desperately grabbing at anything within your reach “No please! No!”

You could faintly hear the boys screaming after you but couldn’t make any of it out as the pounding in your head blocked out all noise.

You made eye contact with Cas, the only one not yelling. “Please” The words just barley escaped your lips.

You could feel the building shake, much harder than before making everyone fall silent. The demon quit dragging out, looking back at Cas with what you would call fear in his eyes.

One small crack in the floor and Cas was on top of the demon before you could even blink, laying punch after punch on the mans face.

You were desperate to crawl away, using your feet to push yourself against the wall before wrapping your arms around your knees.

You could feel you’re your body shaking as you stared off into space. He was going to kill you, going to torture you, stab you, punch you, make you wish you were dead before killing you. You almost died.

“Y/N” You heard your name being spoken softly drawing your attention up to Sam.

Next to him Dean was yelling at Cas and the demon, still trying to get free of his constraints but Sam was only looking at you. “Y/N you’re safe”

You shook your head before dropping your gaze again. We’re you safe? Did that really just happen? Or was it a dream? Surly it wasn’t real, that kind of stuff happened to the boys not you.

“Y/N look at me” Sam spoke again, a tranquil voice in room of shouting and violence. “Y/N we wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, you’re safe now” You could feel the lump make its appearance again. You took deep breathes desperate to keep your tears at bay but it was all in vain. Tears slid down your cheeks as your body shook.

“Y/N I need you to come here and untie me”

You licked your lips and nodded. Slowly pushing yourself to your feet you hobbled over to Sam and quickly untied the ropes. Immediately he stood up and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your face into his chest.

His scent is what got you. The familiar mix of gunpowder and level hitting you and telling you you were safe, truly safe. And so you let go, letting sobs rack your body.

Sam hugged your tighter, pulling you into him as you stood there, wetting his shirt with your tears. - You awoke on your bed in the bunker, not remembering how you had gotten here. You couldn’t help but notice that your ribs no longer hurt sending a panic through you. Was it all a dream? Did it really happen?

Your breathing quickened as you started to hyperventilate and in an instant Dean was by your side, grabbing your hand and putting his other one on your shoulder. “Deep breaths sweetheart” His voice was calm and deep as you curled into his side “Do it with me” he said before taking in a long, deep breath, holding it for a bit, then slowly letting it out. You did the same, both of you breathing until you finally had the rhythm back to normal.

No later Sam walked in, balancing a bowl of hot soup on a tray, a grin on his face once he saw you were awake, “How ya feeling?”

“I’m alright” you shrugged “Not in any pain”

You could feel Dean tense as you said the word pain but he didn’t get up, just held you a little tighter.

“Yeah Cas healed you”

Before anyone could speak any further the angle himself was standing at the foot of your bed. “Oh good you’re awake”

In an instant you were up and wrapping your arms around the man, squeezing him tightly. “Thank you Cas”

The angel seemed taken aback for a moment but nevertheless hugged you in return. After a brief moment you pulled away from Cas, making eye contact with the other two “thank you all of you. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened-“

You didn’t get a chance to finish before Sam cut you off “You don’t need to thank us Y/N” He said, approaching you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re family” Dean finished with a smile on his face as a similar one grew on your own.

Without even thinking you pulled them all into a hug, crushed between three giants, your three giants.

“We do need to talk about you leaving the bunker when we told you not to though”

[mortallycrispyglitter]

We’re Family

Request:  Could you write one where the reader knows about supernatural things and lves in the bunker but isn’t a hunter and is happy just doing research but one day her, Dean, Sam and Cas are kidnapped and the demon touches her while she’s crying and they watch and then hurts her and stuff but fluffy ending where they take care of her because we would all want TFW to take care of us thank you sorry for it being long! Pairing: Sam x Dean x Cas x Reader (Plutonic) Warnings: Some language and light torture A/N: So definitely not my best work and I’m sorry for that but I’m trying to get back into writing soooooooo please give in a chance!

This was your own fault really. You know you shouldn’t have gone outside. Sam, Dean, hell even Cas told you not to, told you that it wasn’t safe. Not on this hunt, not while they weren’t here. You were going to listen to them too. Were going to stay in the bunker and do research for the boys while they actually did the hunting.

That was until you got a call from Dean asking you a question. Admittedly you did not know the answer, which you were proud to say doesn’t happen often, but you knew where to find the answer.  The library just down the street. You knew which book on which shelf and figured the trip would take you no more than a half an hour. How much could actually happen in a half an hour?

The answer is: a lot. You hadn’t even made it to the library before a large dark figure walked in front of your path and started walking right towards you. Trying to be cautious you took a few steps back before turning around, deciding you could circle back around without having to interact with this man only to see that he was there as well, a mere few feet in front of you.

Immediately your hand was in your bag, looking for a flask of holy water, gun, or silver knife, anything to protect yourself. Before you could find anything, however, the mysterious figure had raised its hand and struck it down effectively putting you out like a light. - You awoke to being hung from your hands bound above your head and your feet tied together so that your toes just barley grazed the floor.

Your head felt heavy as you slowly lifted it up so you could look at your surroundings only to stop as you met a pair of brown eyes look at you in great concern.

“Sam?” Your voice was weak and horse as you struggled to understand what was happening.

You could see his shoulders relax in relief as he slumped back in his chair, the rag shoved in his mouth keeping him from speaking to you.

“Y/N” another voice spoke sending your gaze shooting in their direction. Cas stood at the very edge of a ring of fire with the same look of concern that Sam had had.

“Cas what is happening?”

“How’d you get here. How’d he get in the bunker? The warding did it fail?” Cas was firing off questions at a thousand words a second, worried about the sanctity of the Winchesters bunker.

“No no no Cas he didn’t come into the bunker I left it”

Muffled shouts brought your attention back to Sam who was shooting you angry looks.

“I’m sorry but I just needed another book for research” You tried to explain yourself but could see that Sam wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N we told you not to leave the bunker” Clearly Cas wasn’t either.

“I know Cas” You sighed “I just didn’t think it was a big deal”

“Well clearly you were wrong” Cas said angrily to you, his jaw locked.

“Look  guys its no big deal Dean will come and get us and you can all scold me about it later”

You watched as Sam’s shoulders slumped in defeat and his gaze fall to floor making you look at Cas in confusion. “Right?”

You could see Cas’ adams apple bob as he swalled. “ he took Dean away a half an hour ago” Cas’s voice was hallow as he looked at Sam almost sympathetically “we haven’t seen Dean since”

You felt your jaw drop as the reality of your situation set in. “You mean we’re stuck” No one answered you sending fear down your spine.

You all sat in silence for a brief moment before a new voice broke it “Ahh my new play things awake”

You picked up your head once again to meet the gaze of the new man who had entered the room, a wicked grin on his face and pitch black eyes starting back at you.

The man slowly approached your, twirling a large knife in his hand before letting it come to a rest on your cheek. You could feel your body shaking as he grinned at you, the stench of sulfur filing your nostril as he bent down until his face was inches from your own. You could hear Sam’s muffled shouts from across the room as he tried desperately to protect you.

The whole building suddenly began to shake as there were an earthquake causing the demon to sigh and take a step back  “Cassie cassie cassie” Slowly he began to approach Cas with the angel blade stretched out in front of him. Slowly the shaking began to subside as the angel glared at him. “You try something like that again and this blade goes through your abdomen” He threatened.

You could feel your chest heave as you took in quick deep breathes and looked at Cas in complete desperation. Part of you wishing him to not do something like that again yet another part of your willing him to free you.

The demon backed away from Cas and looked back at you, chuckling before saying “You know I think there’s someone else who would love to see this” before leaving the room.

Immediately your gaze was back on Cas “Please” You pleaded with the angel, a lump collecting in your throat as you knew he was your only hope “Please help me Cas”

Cas opened his mouth, more sympathy in his eyes than you had ever seen on a person before "I-I I can’t” He stuttered out “I’m sorry but I can’t break the circle “ You quickly clenched your jaw and looked at the floor avoiding both of their gazes. You weren’t going to cry, you weren’t going to cry because these boys have been through much worse. If they can stand several beatings then you could handle this but damnit you couldn’t stop tears from dripping down your cheeks.

“What give up on torturing me already?” You could hear Dean’s voice come from down the hallway, fake bravery very evident in it.

Quickly you wiped your tears on your arm and looked up just in time to see Dean being rolled into the room on a wheelchair he was tied to.

The eldest Winchester had seen better days. Where Sam had no scratches on him Dean was covered in them, a few dark purple bruises covered his face and blood dripped down from his nose. Yet still a smile was on his face as he kept up the phased of having the upper hand in this situation.

He opened his mouth, ready to let another smartass comment loose when the smile dropped as he saw you.

The demon grinned as Dean fell silent sending you a quick wink that sent a shiver up your spine.

“here we’ll give you a good view” he said, putting Dean right next to Sam before approaching you again.

“You touch a single hair on her head and I swear to god I will-“ Deans voice was deeper than you had ever heard it before.

“You’ll what” The demon chuckled, interrupting dean “what’re you going to do from that chair Dean? What can you do?”

Dean clenched both his jaw  and fist as he sat as far forward in the seat as the restraints would allow.

“What would you do if I were to do something like” He spoke slowly and calmly as he approached you, a grin on his face “this” and with a fluid movement made a thin swipe beneath your cheek bone.

You couldn’t help but let tears roll down your cheeks once again not in pain but in sheer terror.

“That’s enough!” You could hear the power in Cas’s voice as he all but yelled.

“She is rather beautiful” the demon spoke softly, ignoring the boys remarks, as he brushed some hair from your face with the blade. “I can see why you keep her around. A nice blank canvas” and with that he made another cut on your face.

“Get the hell off of her you scumbag or I’ll send your ass straight to purgatory” Dean tried threatening again though you could hear his voice starting to fail.

“No I think we’re going to have some fun” He said happily before releasing your arms.

Immediately you were throwing punches blindly at his face, not sure if you were hitting anything. You could hear the boys yelling, what you weren’t sure but you weren’t paying attention, desperate to gain the upper hand.

All to fast the demon was on top of you though, zip tying your hands together once again until you were lying incapacitated on the floor.

“Nice try bitch” he spit at you, sending a hard kick in your stomach making you curl up in pain. “Try. Something. Like. That. Again. And I. will. End. You” He spoke while kicking you between each word. Each breath sent sharp pains through your body as you tried to catch your breath.

“Now you’re coming with me” He spat again before grabbing your hair and dragging you towards the hallway.

“No!” You screamed, desperately grabbing at anything within your reach “No please! No!”

You could faintly hear the boys screaming after you but couldn’t make any of it out as the pounding in your head blocked out all noise.

You made eye contact with Cas, the only one not yelling. “Please” The words just barley escaped your lips.

You could feel the building shake, much harder than before making everyone fall silent. The demon quit dragging out, looking back at Cas with what you would call fear in his eyes.

One small crack in the floor and Cas was on top of the demon before you could even blink, laying punch after punch on the mans face.

You were desperate to crawl away, using your feet to push yourself against the wall before wrapping your arms around your knees.

You could feel you’re your body shaking as you stared off into space. He was going to kill you, going to torture you, stab you, punch you, make you wish you were dead before killing you. You almost died.

“Y/N” You heard your name being spoken softly drawing your attention up to Sam.

Next to him Dean was yelling at Cas and the demon, still trying to get free of his constraints but Sam was only looking at you. “Y/N you’re safe”

You shook your head before dropping your gaze again. We’re you safe? Did that really just happen? Or was it a dream? Surly it wasn’t real, that kind of stuff happened to the boys not you.

“Y/N look at me” Sam spoke again, a tranquil voice in room of shouting and violence. “Y/N we wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, you’re safe now” You could feel the lump make its appearance again. You took deep breathes desperate to keep your tears at bay but it was all in vain. Tears slid down your cheeks as your body shook.

“Y/N I need you to come here and untie me”

You licked your lips and nodded. Slowly pushing yourself to your feet you hobbled over to Sam and quickly untied the ropes. Immediately he stood up and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your face into his chest.

His scent is what got you. The familiar mix of gunpowder and level hitting you and telling you you were safe, truly safe. And so you let go, letting sobs rack your body.

Sam hugged your tighter, pulling you into him as you stood there, wetting his shirt with your tears. - You awoke on your bed in the bunker, not remembering how you had gotten here. You couldn’t help but notice that your ribs no longer hurt sending a panic through you. Was it all a dream? Did it really happen?

Your breathing quickened as you started to hyperventilate and in an instant Dean was by your side, grabbing your hand and putting his other one on your shoulder. “Deep breaths sweetheart” His voice was calm and deep as you curled into his side “Do it with me” he said before taking in a long, deep breath, holding it for a bit, then slowly letting it out. You did the same, both of you breathing until you finally had the rhythm back to normal.

No later Sam walked in, balancing a bowl of hot soup on a tray, a grin on his face once he saw you were awake, “How ya feeling?”

“I’m alright” you shrugged “Not in any pain”

You could feel Dean tense as you said the word pain but he didn’t get up, just held you a little tighter.

“Yeah Cas healed you”

Before anyone could speak any further the angle himself was standing at the foot of your bed. “Oh good you’re awake”

In an instant you were up and wrapping your arms around the man, squeezing him tightly. “Thank you Cas”

The angel seemed taken aback for a moment but nevertheless hugged you in return. After a brief moment you pulled away from Cas, making eye contact with the other two “thank you all of you. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened-“

You didn’t get a chance to finish before Sam cut you off “You don’t need to thank us Y/N” He said, approaching you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re family” Dean finished with a smile on his face as a similar one grew on your own.

Without even thinking you pulled them all into a hug, crushed between three giants, your three giants.

“We do need to talk about you leaving the bunker when we told you not to though”