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celiastjamesoscar · 8 months

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We Fell in Love in October

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Late night talks with Sam were always your favorite, especially on the roof while you two admired the sky together

Warnings: drinking, smoking, light cussing, soft Sam

AN: A quick one for my birthday; I hope you guys like it!!

Word Count: 3.0K

“Tara! Get down from there!” Sam yelled at her sister, but it had no use. Having a girl's night was supposed to be fun and relaxing, but as Sam watched Tara and Mindy have a sword fight on the kitchen island, she started to regret allowing them to come over. It didn’t help that Anika cheered for Mindy, which only fueled Tara’s desire to win even more.

“Are you having fun?” A voice spoke from behind Sam, and she turned to face the voice. You stood with a slightly staggered stance, but a love sick grin was plastered on your face as you admired Sam’s features.

You met Sam through Mindy, and you instantly fell in love with the Latina. She was headstrong and stubborn, but she cared for the people she loved and would do anything for them. Your relationship with Sam was a rocky one, to say the least. Silent conversations and stolen glances were all your interactions for the first couple of months until Sam gained enough courage to talk to you. She asked you where you were from and what you were going to college for, and then she asked you about your hobbies, and you found out that you both had a shared love for the outdoors.

After many quick conversations and late-night phone calls, you and Sam started hanging out one-on-one. From movie nights at her place to hiking together, you enjoyed your weekends together. You soon found yourself falling harder for the woman, and in turn, she felt herself fall for you as well. But she wasn’t ready to open up to that kind of vulnerability, not after everything her ex-boyfriend put her and her sister through. But it became harder for Sam to push back her feelings of love for you as she looked at your love-sick face and dopey smile.

“If by fun, you mean trying to get my drunk sister off the kitchen counter before she falls and dies, then yes, I am having the time of my life,” Sam stated, and you chuckled at her words and leaned into Sam’s side. Usually, she would push you off of her, but tonight, she wanted to push things with you. She silently hoped that all of these admiring from afar would pay off in the end.

“Come on, Sam! Tara is having fun! And if she falls off and breaks her neck, at least she would die having fun!” You retorted with a small laugh, and Sam’s heart fluttered as words got caught in her throat. Sam was never one to get easily flustered, but you changed so many things for her.

“Whatever,” Sam huffed with a small laugh as she moved to sit on the couch, not expecting you to follow her and sit right next to her. “What?” Sam asked as you stared at her with innocent doe eyes and that same love-sick grin. “You’re beautiful, Sam,” you breathlessly whispered, enchanted by the woman’s beauty.

Of course, you had had a few beers yourself tonight, and you were a little tipsy, but you still knew what you were saying. You just needed a little liquid confidence to tell Sam how you felt finally, and if she rejected you, you could say that you didn’t remember anything and blame it on the alcohol. It was a win-win situation for you. You wanted Sam to be your girl, but you would settle for a friendship.

“Oh, thank you. I guess,” Sam trailed off at the end as she felt heat creep up the back of her neck. She’d been called pretty before, and even hot, but you were the first person ever to call her beautiful, and Sam loved it every time the sentence left your lips.

“We have got to work on the way you accept compliments, Sammy,” you joked as you shuffled around on the couch and laid your head on Sam’s lap, pushing the barrier between you two. Sam nearly choked on her spit as you got comfortable in her lap, especially when you took Sam’s hand and placed it on your lower stomach as you stared up at Sam.

“You’re insufferable,” Sam joked as she looked down at you and softly smiled while tracing patterns on your stomach. “I know, but you love it,” you retorted while sticking your tongue out at her. The older woman was getting ready to argue, but the words died on the tip of her tongue when you grabbed her hand and placed it underneath your shirt, letting her hand rest on the lower part of your stomach.

“Your hand is warm, and I’m cold,” you defended, but it’s not like Sam would argue against you; it caught her off guard. You were always physical with her, constantly touching her in some way. At first, it made Sam uneasy, as if you were trying to figure out how strong she was in case you needed to fight her off. But after Sam realized that’s just how you showed affection, she had grown to love your touch and the warmth that came with it.

Sam just laughed at your defense and soon began tracing light patterns on your stomach, and you hummed in response. “How are you feeling?” Sam questioned as her fingers drew stars around the small scar on your stomach. “I feel free!” You exclaimed with your hands and nearly hit Sam in the face.

With her free hand, Sam grabbed your hand closest to her face, brought it down to your stomach, and dropped it. You whined at her action and held Sam’s free hand before interlacing your fingers.

“Have I ever told you that I love your hands?” You commented as you held Sam’s hand. Your free hand traced over the visible veins in the Latina’s hand as you fantasized about her hand. “No, I don’t think you have,” Sam replied with a bit of weariness, unsure where this conversation was going. Her hands had killed people, and she was terrified that her violent hands might cause harm to you in the future.

“I love that they are rough. They bring me a certain kind of comfort that I’ve never felt before,” you stated as you continued admiring Sam’s hand while her other one continued drawing stars around your scar, “They are one of my favorite things about you, Sam. They are a lot like you; rough, but under the surface, they are extremely soft.”

A small laugh left Sam’s lips as you finished your sentence. “I am not soft,” she stated. “Yes, you are! You are the softest person I have ever met! You’re just a grumpy old man who loves your people,” you retorted, and Sam’s brain short-circuited at the mention of ‘her people.’

She hasn’t considered that since you wedged your way into her life, you were basically a part of her found family. Tara loved you, and she constantly told Sam that; Sam believed it was a way of Tara letting her sister know that she had her approval to chase after you. The twins adored you and considered you their triplet, and Anika was your best friend. It was safe to say that Sam would be around you for a long time to come, and hopefully as your girlfriend.

“Whatever,” Sam muttered as she moved to stand up and moved you off of her lap, but you forced her to sit back down. “I’m not done with you yet,” you demanded, and with that look in your eyes, Sam hated how it made her feel. She was never one to give in to other people's demands, but she couldn’t help but be submissive to you, even with just the little things.

“As I was saying,” you continued as you moved back to your original position, and Sam replaced her hand underneath the hem of your shirt and began tracing patterns on your skin, “Your hands are attractive. I hope that’s not weird, but they really are,” and Sam seemed to be taken aback by your statement at first.

“No, you’re fine. It just surprised me, that’s all,” Sam whispered as she watched you play with her fingers. She wanted to hold your hand in public and place gentle, loving kisses on your hand, but she was sure you didn’t feel the same.

“I have thoughts about them as well. I wonder what they would feel like-” The loud shriek of someone falling off of the kitchen island stopped any embarrassing words from leaving your lips.

You shot up from Sam’s lap and watched Tara drunkenly wave her fake sword in the air while Anika checked on Mindy. “You fucking cheated! You do it every time!” Mindy shouted as she rubbed her elbow while sitting on the floor. “If you ain’t first, you’re last!” Tara slurred, making no effort to get off the counter.

“That doesn’t even apply to the situation!” Mindy exclaimed while standing up, getting ready to get into a fight with the more petite girl. Tara jumped down off the counter and picked up Mindy’s lost sword.

“Swear fealty to me!” Tara demanded while holding the plastic sword at Mindy, but the girl swatted it away and started an argument with the youngest Carpenter.

As the argument grew, you needed space from the loud noises. It wasn’t that you hated being around them; it was just loud noises drained your social battery, and you were ready for peace and quiet.

So, you quietly excused yourself from the couch with Sam and left the apartment. You weren’t going home; you were going up to the roof for comfort. Even though you lived in the city and could hardly see the stars most nights, tonight was a beautiful sky with a fantastic blanket of stars covering the vast darkness.

You enjoyed the still night sky with your thoughts about a long-lost commander for several minutes before you had the roof door open and close.

“What are you thinking about?” Sam asked as she walked toward you and sat beside you on the bench. You don’t know why a bench was up here, crackhead Mike probably brought it up one night, but you were thankful for it. It was faintly chilly outside, and you had forgotten a jacket. You just hoped Sam would pick up on the hint sooner rather than later.

“‘I swear fealty to you, Clarke kom Skaikkru. I vow to treat your needs as my own and your people as my people,’” you stated out into the night, recalling the teary scene.

A few beats of silence pass before Sam replies, “‘In peace, may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey on the ground. May we meet again.’”

You gave Sam a small, dry laugh as you wiped a small tear from your eye, recalling that painful scene. “I didn’t know you watched that show,” you said. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have. Lexa and Clarke completely wrecked me,” Sam joked as she bumped her shoulders against you, and you enjoyed the quick contact of warmth.

Noticing that you were cold, Sam said nothing as she removed her jacket and handed it to you. “No, I can’t take that from you. I’ll just go back downstairs and grab mine,” you said as you stood up, but Sam gently grabbed your wrist. “Y/N, just take the fucking jacket,” Sam stated, leaving no room for argument.

You gave Sam a small smile as you put on the jacket; the smell of Sam instantly flooded your nose. She smelt like home to you, and you couldn’t get enough. “Thank you,” you mumbled as you sat back down next to Sam, shoulders pressing against each other and thighs touching. “You’re welcome,” Sam responded as she looked down at you with the softest smile ever, and all you wanted to do was kiss her soft lips.

“So,” Sam asked before clearing her throat, “How did you get that scar?”

You groaned at the question, “You want to know? Because it’s stupid and embarrassing.” Sam laughed at your reply, “Now I want to know more about it.”

With a small sigh, you looked up at the sky as you talked, “When I was twelve, my cousin got me this badass skateboard. So, I tried to get on it, and it shot right out from underneath me.”

“Wait, how did you get the scar?” Sam asked with an eyebrow raised. “I fell on my knife,” you replied with a small smile.

“You look like someone who would carry around a knife when you were a kid,” Sam joked as she stood up and walked toward the roof's edge. You quietly watched as she picked up the cigarette pack she always left on the roof, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

“You know, those things kill,” you stated while walking over to Sam, who took a drag of her cigarette. “I figured I was going to be dead by the time I was 25; this is me celebrating,” Sam joked with a small hint of sadness in her voice that you picked up on. You knew about her past drug addiction, and you never judged her for it. It was one of the many reasons Sam fell for you.

You snapped your fingers at Sam and motioned to the cigarette box, and Sam gave you a puzzled look before handing you one. “You know, those things kill,” Sam restated your words from earlier as she handed you the lighter. “Shut the fuck up,” you mumbled with the cigarette between your lips.

A few shitty attempts at lighting the lighter passed before Sam said, “Give me that,” and took the lighter from you. She cupped her hand around the cigarette, and with the other one, she lit the cigarette for you. Sam was so close to your face that you could feel her breath fanning your face as it escaped past the cigarette in her mouth.

“Thank you,” you managed to mumble after Sam pulled back from you and gave you unwanted space. “No problem,” she responded while taking a drag. You had never smoked, only a few cigars on special occasions with friends, and surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. Well, truth be told, it felt like a million fire ants were crawling down your throat, and you wanted to scream into the starry night sky, but you would never show that amount of weakness in front of Sam.

The two of you smoked while looking up at the sky and watching cars drive by on the road below. The silence between you two was peaceful and filled with reciprocated yearning and longing.

Sam finished her cigarette while she watched you put yours out and lay down on the middle of the roof. She said nothing as she threw hers on the ground, stepped on it, walked toward you, and lay down to the left of you.

A few beats of silence passed before you spoke up and pointed at the sky, “That’s Orion’s Belt right there.” Sam moved closer to you to see exactly where your finger was pointing, and sure enough, she saw the constellation you were talking about. “And then over there,” you moved your hand a few inches to the right and up a bit, “Is the Taurus constellation.”

“I didn’t know that you knew this much about the constellations,” Sam whispered as she turned her head to look at you, and when you did the same, her breath fanned your lips. If you only moved a few inches, you would taste the lips you had longed for, but you didn’t want to do anything Sam might not like. You were always gentle with her, and Sam had a love-hate relationship with it. Sometimes, she just wished you would make the first move, but you don’t always get what you wished for.

“What if I told you I’m just making shit up?” You stated with a soft smile, and Sam felt her heart melt as she looked from your lips to your gentle and loving eyes. “You make a very believable liar then,” Sam joked, causing you to laugh. God, that laugh of yours was enough to drive Sam mad, and she wanted to be the only person to pull it from you. The thought of other people making you laugh drove Sam insane, and her mind was full of insecurities before she finally caved to her desires.

“I think some people are written in the stars, like you and-” That was the last thing you were about to say before Sam cupped your left cheek with her left hand and kissed you. Her lips tasted like cigarettes, but you would be damned if they weren’t the best thing you ever tasted. Sam’s lips were soft against yours as if she was afraid to move them, but you kissed her back, and soon your lips began dancing together.

The sound of soft kisses and quick breaths filled the air as Sam moved between your legs and on top of you. You cupped her cheeks as her tongue found itself at home in your mouth, and you allowed Sam’s hands to travel your body and explode.

“Sam! Tara just punched- Oh, I’m sorry,” a voice said, causing you and Sam to pull apart. Anika stood at the entrance to the roof with a smug smile, clearly not surprised to see Sam on top of you with her tongue down your throat. “Okay, I’ll be in there in a minute,” Sam whispered with bruised lips as she pushed herself off you and got to her feet. Anika gave Sam a nod before disappearing back into the building.

Sam extended a hand out to you and helped you off of the ground. “Sam, I am so sorry about-” the woman in question interrupted you for the second time that night by placing her lips against yours, and you sighed into the kiss.

“Don’t apologize for anything, mi amor,” Sam whispered against your lips before placing a final peck on them. “Come on, let’s go see what kind of trouble Tara has started,” the Latina stated while reaching for your hand, and you quickly accepted, interlacing your fingers together.

There might have been a quick trip to the emergency room, and someone might have gotten stitches, but none of that mattered. You finally had your girl, and you refused to let anything ruin your perfect night with her. Sam was your girl, and you couldn’t be happier.

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twstfanblog · 20 days

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*~*BROTHEL AU FunFacts*~* pt.1

Both Jamil and Leona are on the run. Their respective families are searching for them.

Cheka knows where his uncle is and has been to the brothel.

Kalim actually does trade with Sam who handles the commission orders of the brothel. So...Those meetings are gonna happen.

Vil has broken a customer's finger before.

Jamil has not slept with a single one of his clients. He spends whatever scheduled time spreading incense in his room or reading until he breaks them out of the hypnosis.

Azul keeps booking sessions with Jamil trying to figure out why he feels off during their sessions. Also he is deeply attracted to Jamil.

Yuu routinely scams customers who think she's an Entertainer. Crewel tells her to STOP, but doesn't actually do anything to make her not do it.

Yuu has half convinced Ace and Deuce to get in on her scam since some of the kitchen staff think they're attractive enough to be Entertainers.

Ace and Deuce work in the kitchen as food runners. They have a rivalry/mild flirtationship brewing. They have broken so many plates of food.

Trey is head of the kitchen in all but name. Any new kitchen staff is brought to him for review.

Jade and Floyd visit the brothel and instantly separate to bother their respective crushes.

The Tweels normally leave the brothel once Trey has finally kicked Jade out of the kitchen.

Each Entertainer has a hidden knife on them. Used to stab or threaten unruly clients

There are other Entertainers in the brothel (NPCs) who stayed with their children. The children are kept in a private wing during operation hours.

The brothel children love to follow Malleus around when he wanders looking for Yuu. He gives candy to the ones brave enough to actually walk up to him.

Ruggie's never been inside the brothel, he literally just hangs out on the back fence to a garden and that's how he and Leona met. Leona thought he was trying to sneak in.

If Crewel is too sick to work he lets everyone in the brothel take a day off.

Yes, sessions are canceled, no you don't get a refund.

Deuce started working at the brothel to get free education. His goal was to learn to read and write to gain better job opportunities to better support his mom and grandma. He sends part of his paycheck home to them.

Trey is in a similar situation. Only his employment gets his family access to high-quality ingredients and education for his younger siblings.

Literally, no one knows who Yuu's dad is except Crewel. The Entertainers all gossip in the bath about who Yuu's dad could be.

Vil has been trying for years to find out what Rook does for a living. Sadly he only gets like 20 minutes of brain power before Rook starts his 24-hour fuck fest.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #brothel au

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wandering-winchesters · 1 year

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The Mark of Cain

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,718 Trigger Warnings: Death, mentions of strangulation and bruises. Summary: Dean has the mark of cain, and Y/N is normally the one who can calm him. However, this time things go too far. Requested: Yes, @deanwinchesterwifesstuff "idk if you do Mark of Cain dean x reader, if yess, maybe dean gets the Mark. And the reader is like his Rock when the Mark wants to take over? Then the Mark does it, and he is in such a rage that he kills the reader when she is trying to get him to calm back down?, in the end he regrets it and burst into tears while he holds her lifeless body? If not its totally fine♥️" A/N: Hope you enjoy this one! Requests are open.

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The 2 months since Dean was given the Mark of Cain, had been long ones. It took awhile for us to figure out how to calm him, once he reached that level of absolute fury. It was by no means an easy accomplishment, I had turned into a type of security blanket for him. Sam only aggravating him when he was at that level of rage. I was the only one who could successfully calm him down, even that took hours at times. A lot of the time, I was covered in bruises after the fact. Not intentional, but due to how hard he would grab my wrists, or my arms when he was angry. It wasn’t Dean though, I knew that. It didn’t make it any easier to handle in the moment. Every time the anger would wear off, he would apologize profusely, showering me in love and affection. Yet every time, I would excuse myself and find my way to the bathroom, tears and anxiety overflowing. I hid it from him, not wanting to make him feel any worse, as he cannot be held responsible for how he acts when he enters that blind rage. Sam knows how it affects me and he wishes he could help more. However, anytime he intervenes the situation grows grim and you worry that Dean is going to kill Sam.

It has been hard, the friendship that we had before no longer existent most of the day. The majority of our conversation taken up by him apologizing, and the rest of it by me talking him down. I am exhausted most of the time, barely getting any sleep. Fearing that something will happen while I am asleep, or that he will come in and kill me in his sleep. I have all but accepted my death at this point. I am not strong enough to push him off of me, or fight back. Not when he is Dean, nor when he has the strength provided by the mark. I have nightmares about how rough he is with me, his hugs and touch something I used to look forward to, but now I dread it. Never knowing which Dean I am going to encounter. I have turned to Sam for comfort now, his hugs the one bright spot to my day. He’s like the older brother I never had. On the other hand, I loved Dean. I have always loved Dean, but that mentality has been put on the back burner. I could no longer share a bed with him on sleepless nights, too scared that he would strangle me in my sleep.

Today has been a relatively easy day, Dean has been himself. It’s been a quiet day in the bunker, resting and I had been taking the time to research the mark more. I am beyond ready to have my Dean back. Im snapped back to reality, hearing yelling coming from the kitchen, I close my laptop and hurry into the other room, anxiety immediately filling me to the brim. Dean and Sam are in the kitchen, the island between them, Dean verbally accosting Sam, and I can see him scanning the room for an object that he can chuck at him.

“Hey, Dean, look at me.” I say, wedging myself in between him and Sam. I place one hand on either side of his face and try to bring his attention down to me. He snaps however, and grabs my wrist tightly pushing me roughly away from him, which causes me to slam my hip into the countertop. I take a breath, gaining my composure. Trying to ignore the throbbing in my hip, another bruise that will surely be seen later.

“Shut up!” He growls, glaring at me.

“Dean, love, please. It’s just you and me. You’re okay, but you gotta calm down handsome.” I say, walking between him and Sam once more. I get him to focus on me, and I can see in his eyes that he’s not himself. They are darker than normal, the only emotion registering in his eyes raw untamed fury. I can feel fear easing up my spine, I can normally sense some part of Dean within him, but not this time. The mark has fully taken over all of his emotions, all his actions and I am struggling to find an ounce of Dean himself. I plead with him verbally and physically touch him, trying to calm him ever so slightly. It seems to be working, the scowl on his face lessening and the anger emanating off of him seems to be decreasing. I allow myself to relax slightly, continuing to coax him down. That is, until something in him snaps and he turns on me. Anger igniting within him, bright and hot. His hands grasp my biceps firmly, shoving me away from him slamming me into the wall, which knocks the air out of me. Sam moves to intercede, but Dean punches him hard and quick, right to the face. Causing Sam, to fall as well, hitting his head on the counter and crumpling to the floor. I quickly back away from him, trying to put as much space between us while also trying to talk him down. I reach for my gun, which is tucked into the back of my waistband. It’s there, but could I really shoot Dean? I knew the answer as soon as the thought crossed my mind, no. I could never kill him, even if it meant losing my own life. He corners me, his shoulders puffed out and the veins in his forehead protruding. His eyes are dark, almost as black as a Demons. I close my eyes as he approaches, wrap my arms around my body and accept the fate that seems to be upon me.

“Its okay Dean, I forgive you. I love you Dean. It’s alright baby, its okay. No matter what, it’s okay. I love you.” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but repeating all of the words I’ve wanted to say for so long now. Over, and over again. Until his hands wrap around my throat, constricting and cutting off my oxygen. I open my eyes, pleading with him silently. But it’s not my Dean that looks back. I keep my eyes open for as long as I can, before my field of vision starts to shrink, black starting to overtake the green of his eyes as my world slowly fades to black.

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Dean

I blink, slowly coming back to my senses. My muscles aching, tired from whatever I had done while under the control of the mark. I come to and all I can see around me, is the mess. It looks like a tornado made its way through the bunker. Broken dishes scattered across the floor, new holes littering the wall, likely made by my fists.

“Sammy? Y/N?” I call out, utterly confused as to why they’re not here with me. Normally Y/N is the one in front of me, snapping me out of the haze I am in caused by the mark. I don’t hear a response. I walk into the kitchen, and a wave of nausea rushes over me. Sam is there, crouching next to Y/N’s lifeless body. I run to her side, kneeling down and cradling her body against my chest. I check for a pulse, but there isn’t one to be found. Tears prick my eyes, my lungs feel as if someone has put them into a vice and they’re slowly turning it tighter, cutting off all of my oxygen. I gasp for air, sobs working their way from my throat. I gently trace my fingers over her throat, the hand shaped bruises starting to form. I look up at Sam, who is also in tears. His body language showing defeat.

“Did I do this, Sam?” He doesn’t answer me at first, so I repeat my question, raising my voice slightly. “Did I do this to her?” He nods his head in response, his lips opening to speak but no words coming out. Overwhelming guilt floods my body, I pull her closer to me, rocking back and forth slowly, murmuring apologies and pressing kisses to her forehead. This was my biggest fear as soon as I got the mark, I tried to convince her to leave, but she refused. She was my closest friend, the one I would tell things that I couldn’t bear to tell Sam. I wanted more with her than we ever had. But now, she’s just gone. There’s no hope for the future that I wanted, I never got to ask her if she wanted that future with me. It is tearing my souls to pieces. I cradle her head in my hand, brushing away the hair from her face and she looks so peaceful, I could almost imagine she was sleeping. But that was not the case, she was gone and there was nothing I could do to change that. She had spent her life taking care of me, helping me, but at what cost? Did she know that I was capable of killing her?

"Dean." Sam says, his voice soft and concerned. I look up at him, tears still streaming down my face. "I came too, right before she died. She could've shot you, but she wouldn't. Her last words were that she forgave you and that she loves you. " He says, his face stained with tears as well. I nod, no words coming to mind, no response appropriate to the situation. My conscience on fire, unbearable pain and guilt filling my senses. I the guilt of her dying at my heads completely consuming.

"Fuck, Y/N, I am so sorry sweetheart, I love you so very much." I whisper, refusing to let her go from my arms.

Time passes slowly, the sun sets and rises and I refuse to move from that spot. Sam had called Bobby had come. He was in with me now, trying to coax me away from her body. Telling me we needed to give her a hunter's funeral. I couldn't bring myself to leave her. I didn't know how to move forward, living with the guilt left on my shoulders. I will always love her.

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sacredjake · 1 year

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To Be Loved By You

pairing: sam kiszka x reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, pining, fluff, drinking. let me know if i missed anything

i’ve gone back and forth on this fic and almost wasn’t going to post it, but here we are. this fic is very, very loosely based off the song To Be Loved By You by Parker McCollum. every time i heard it i just had this vision in my head for some reason and needed it out :) huge thank you to @malany-gvf and @gretasimp for proofreading and editing <3

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“So? What do you think?”

The words bounced around in your head, creating a hollow echo against your brain. You should be ecstatic, over the moon, jumping with joy. Part of you was, but another part of you just felt sad. And you hated yourself for it.

“Oh my god… Is it that bad?!” Seth’s panicked words brought you back from the corner in your mind where you had been hiding away.

“Oh no! No! Seth, it’s perfect. Em is going to absolutely freak and say yes. Honestly, you planned the perfect proposal and I am so excited for you both!” You quickly shoved your sadness deep down to reassure him that his engagement proposal to your best friend is perfect.

And it was. Seth had everything planned out exactly as you would expect, so when your best friend, Emily, said “yes” you were not surprised in the slightest. You were extremely happy for them both, but it also loomed over you as a reminder of how awful your own love life was.

You had never been in a serious relationship and every date you went on was an utter disaster. The guy was either a creep, or wasn’t interested in actually dating. After so many years of your closest friends falling in love and getting married, you were starting to turn bitter and sad about the subject of love entirely.

“Ugh, Sam, you should’ve seen it. It was absolutely perfect, and of course she said yes because I mean, how could she not?!” You exasperate over the phone to your best friend as you walk inside your apartment and drop your keys on the kitchen counter.

“And the way he looked at her? My god he looked at her like she was the only woman to ever walk the earth. And when she said yes? I just can’t even take it anymore. I am beyond happy for her, I am, but when is it gonna be my turn? When am I going to fall in love? When am I going to have a guy look at me like I am the only woman to ever exist?”

Sam gave you a hefty sigh from the other end of the phone as you continued to ramble and pity yourself, voice beginning to crack from the heavy emotions you felt.

You made your way through your apartment towards your bathroom to get ready for bed, petting your cat who lay on the armrest of the couch along the way.

“C’mon y/n, stop talking like that. There are tons of guys out there who would fall at your feet if you so much as glanced their way. Maybe your time is coming soon.” Sam effectively cut off your rambling, but his words of optimism didn’t help. If anything they drove you closer to tears.

As you entered the bathroom, you could feel your throat closing and water starting to prickle in your eyes, your chest tightening with hurt and sorrow. You shut the door with your back pressed against the wood and slide down the length of it until you were sitting on the cool tile.

“Don’t say that to me, Sam. Please. I’ll only get my hopes up for nothing to happen. Constantly reminded that I’m unloved.” You choked back a sob trying not to cry to your best friend on the phone. You have done enough of that these days.

Sam has heard and seen it all. He was the person you were able to go to with these things because unlike all of your other friends, he was single. He knew what it felt like to be lonely and want someone to share things with. But my god was he so optimistic and hopeful with you, always ensuring that there was someone out there for you.

“You are not unlovable, Angel. Far from it. You just need to… I don’t know… gain a new perspective on things?” His nickname for you caused another round of sobs to wrack through your body. It wasn’t often that he called you Angel anymore, but when he did it was always in situations like this. When you needed it most.

He sounded sad and longing, but you were too wrapped up in your own pity to even notice. It stayed silent for a few moments while you tried to pull it together, Sam giving you time to gather yourself.

“I think I’m going to go to bed. Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, Angel.”

“Could you be my plus one for this wedding? I know I will be in the bridal party, but I don’t think I can stomach it without you.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again as you spoke.

“I would love to be your plus one. I’ll be there.” His voice was soft and gentle, calming your emotions once again. You took a deep breath and stood from your place on the ground.

“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you so much.” You gave a slight smile even though he couldn’t see you.

“Anytime, Angel. I’m always here. Get some rest, okay? Goodnight.” You could picture the look on his face perfectly in your mind. Eyes and smile soft and warm on his face as he bid you goodnight.

“Goodnight, Sam.” Ending the call and you continued your regular nightly routine, but still feeling weighed down by your own heart, the sadness lingering. You knew eventually it would subside, but tonight was another night in which you would fall asleep alone, wishing for the comfort of another.

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As the months passed on, Emily had asked you to be a bridesmaid, as you had suspected she would. You were thrilled to be a part of her big day in this way, but being a bridesmaid also meant you were constantly talking about wedding things and love. Which songs they will play, what song they wanted their first dance as a married couple to be, what kind of cake and flowers and decorations they would have. It was exhausting.

By the time the wedding rolled around you were grateful the whole ordeal was going to be over. Part of it was the stress of having bridesmaid responsibilities, but the other was because it was a constant reminder that you were alone. All of the other bridesmaids were either taken or married which didn’t help the resentment towards love that you were beginning to feel after months of helping plan this wedding. Not that you would ever let it show around them or Em, but you couldn’t wait to be out from under its crushing weight.

You vented to Sam about the wedding and how you felt, frequently. You would have felt bad constantly burdening him with your emotions had you been able to see past them. He never faltered and always seemed willing to listen and give advice. You were thankful that you had him, and even more thankful that he still agreed to come with you to the wedding.

“Alright people! It’s showtime!” Em’s sister, Audrey gathered the attention of the bridal party, signaling that the wedding was about to begin. You walked over to Em one last time before finding your place among the other bridesmaids.

“Congratulations, Em. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I am so happy for you.” You lightly grasped her shoulders as you spoke. Tears began to well in both of your eyes and deciding neither of you could afford to ruin your makeup now you added with a pointed finger, “And if Seth ever hurts you, I will kick his ass.” Causing you both to laugh lightly.

“I know you will, y/n. I know you will.” She shook her head giggling slightly. You let go of her shoulder to give her a tight hug, basking in each other for a moment. You pulled away from Em giving her a soft smile before joining the other bridesmaids to begin the wedding procession.

As you joined the groomsman you had been paired with and marched down the aisle, you searched for Sam. His eyes found yours in the crowd of people sitting in the pews and he shot you a smile and wink, earning a smile from you in return.

The way Seth watched Em walk down the aisle pulled on your heart, drawing it near your stomach. His eyes were solely focused on her, tears threatening to break through as she approached closer with every step. You longed for someone to look at you that way, to love you that deeply and strongly.

The ceremony was beautiful and filled with tears from all throughout the church. You cheered loudly as the newlyweds walked out to their awaiting car to be swept off towards the reception venue. Eventually you were able to find Sam among the sea of people leaving their places in the pews.

“Thank you for coming, Sam.” You greeted him with a hug and bright smile, though he could see the sadness that held your eyes. He immediately wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you close with his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. He was intoxicating. His warmth, his smell, his touch, everything about him soothed you and drew you in.

“Anything for you, always.” He squeezes you tightly before letting go. Gesturing you to walk outside, you followed his direction out of the church and into the warm spring air.

“Nice suit, I didn’t know you could clean up this well.” You nodded to his outfit of choice. He was wearing a deep red blazer and dress pants set that complimented his skin well. You ran your hand down the sleeve of his blazer feeling the crushed red velvet beneath your fingers.

“Not so bad yourself. I think fuschia suits you.” He nodded his head back towards you and gave you a wink. You wrinkled your nose and pretended to gag at his words.

“Please, you know I hate the color pink.”

“You never listen, huh? This isn’t just pink, it’s fuschia.” Sam huffed jokingly. Shaking your head you lightly shoved his shoulder with your hand, barely pushing him away from you.

“It’s still a shade of pink, dummy.” You looked around and noticed that most of the guests had cleared out of the vicinity, more than likely heading to the reception hall. “We should probably get going though. Mind if I ride with you to the reception? I rode with Audrey here.”

“Not at all. This way, milady.” Sam held his arm out for you to loop yours through, guiding you to his car. Your time with Sam didn’t last long, as you had to perform your last bridesmaid duty. Pictures.

You didn’t mind this aspect of being a bridesmaid, it was just extremely tedious, and you were not a fan of having your picture taken. You were relieved when the photographer announced that they would be taking pictures of the newlyweds and you were free to join the guests in the reception hall.

As you walked into the open ballroom you began scanning the area for Sam, finding him sitting at a table with his back to you, in what looked to be a deep conversation with a girl. She was laughing at something he said with her hand on his upper arm, leaning in closer to him. You instantly felt anger bubbling inside of you, rising up to your face. You couldn’t explain why you felt this way, but you were definitely feeling an odd tinge of jealousy. Deciding to bypass Sam and the girl, you walked straight to the bar to order a drink. Thank god Em and Seth insisted on having an open bar, you were going to need the liquor.

As you waited in line, you felt a hand gently land on the backside of your tricep. Turning your head slightly you were met with Sam’s face looking down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You offered the best smile you could muster, shoving the ugly green monster back into his little box and turned back to face the bar.

Sam still felt the shift in your mood as you turned away from him without a word. He dropped his hand from your arm, and opted to not bring it up in fear that it would only upset you further.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender looked up from the current order they were working on as you approached the bar.

“Can I have a jack and coke, please?” Sam glanced at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at the drink you ordered. You didn’t drink jack and coke unless you were planning on getting drunk, fast, and he knew it.

“And for you?” The bartender looked towards Sam waiting to fill his order.

“Tequila soda, please.” The bartender got to work on your drinks as you and Sam stood in silence. In a few moments you both had your drinks and were heading back towards the table you saw Sam sitting at with the girl earlier. Although, this time she was nowhere to be found.

“Drinking heavy tonight?” Sam nodded his head towards the drink in your hand as you sat down, taking a sip of your jack and coke.

“I figured I’d need something stronger than my usual to get me through tonight.” You shrugged, taking another sip. You weren’t sure it was even possible, but his eyes softened more at your reply. He rested his hand on your knee and gave it a light squeeze. Even through the fabric of your dress, your skin felt warm under his touch.

His hand didn’t linger for long as he picked up his glass and tilted it towards yours. “Then drink we shall.” He gently knocked his glass against yours before lifting it to his lips.

The night went on, and Sam helped lift your mood as toasts were made, food was served and drinks were downed. You were definitely feeling slightly drunk from the rounds of drinks you frequently got, and that helped to soothe the sting of heartache. However, your mood quickly turned sour once again as the cake was being cut and the couple shared their first dance as husband and wife.

“Why can’t I have that? Look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes… I want someone to love me like that.” You sighed, chin resting on your arm that was draped over the back of your chair. “No one has ever looked at me that way. No one has ever wanted me that way.” You cast your eyes down to the empty drink in your hand and sighed again.

“I’m going to get another drink.”

You stood, earning a huff from Sam as you set the glass on the table. His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you began to leave, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to face him, shooting him a questioning look, eyebrows raised.

“I think you’ve had enough, y/n.” Sam’s voice was stern as his downturned eyes bore into your own. You scoffed at him. Anger seeped into your body, boiling in your veins. Who was he to cut you off?

“Excuse me?” You bit back at him, tone venomous as you tried to pull your wrist from his grasp to no avail. He wasn’t budging, his hand like a vice around your wrist.

Still holding onto you he rose out of his seat coming face to face with you. “God, how blind are you?!” His voice was hushed so as to not draw attention, but his tone was cutting, teeth clenched. You stared at him, eyes wide, confused and not daring to speak. You had never seen Sam so angry before, and especially not so quickly.

“You don’t see it, do you? Of course you don’t, you’re so self-absorbed in your own sorrow to even notice.” His hand finally let go of your wrist at his last word slicing through the air. You stood there shocked and shaking from anger.

“What the hell are you-“

“Forget it, y/n.” Sam shook his head before he stormed off towards the exit of the reception hall. You stood there for just a moment as he walked by before you turned on your heel and stormed after him. Thankfully no one noticed the interaction between the two of you as they were all watching the happy couple dance.

Sam exited the hall through a small door that led out into the foyer of the building with you hot on his heels. The room was dark, only being lit from the moon and lightning flashes as a thunderstorm rolled in. “Go away, y/n. Leave me alone.” He spat as he continued to walk towards the exit of the building, crossing the room quickly due to the stride of his long legs.

“No! What the hell are you talking about?! Why are you so angry?” You practically yelled and he stopped in his tracks, one hand resting on each of the giant double doors that lead outside. He shook his head and gave a cold, mirthless laugh as a flash of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the mostly empty room for a short, fleeting moment.

“That’s exactly it! Don’t you get it? You don’t even realize!” He pushed away from the door, turning back to walk towards you.

“Realize what, Sam?!”

“What the hell does a man have to do to be loved by you?!” He stopped in front of you, his face less than a foot from your own, breaths coming out heavy and uneven. His tone was angry and frantic, but his face was sad and pleading. Desperate, wanting. Begging.

“Tell me! Enlighten me, please! What do I have to do for you to love me back?!” You felt your entire body turn cold and rigid as Sam confessed his love to you, a small gasp hung in the back of your throat.

“You always come to me crying. Angry. Longing… And it kills me everytime! I hate seeing you cry. I hate knowing that when we hang up you cry yourself to sleep because I know you hate sleeping alone. I am in agony over you, constantly. So what do I have to do?” His voice was as pleading as his eyes this time. All of him begging for you to see him. To love him. To love him the way he loved you. You began to feel your throat and chest tighten as tears pricked your eyes.

“What more do I need to do to show you that you are loved? That I love you?! That I have always loved you? You want someone to look at you like that? I do. I have always been right. here.” He punctuated the last two words with anger and sorrow causing you to blink as they flew from his mouth.

“Sam, I- I never-“ You began to speak, but Sam cut you off.

“You never what? Noticed?” He spat, causing you to recoil slightly and take a step back as you nodded your head.

“You never noticed because you’re too busy watching happy couples and feeling sorry for yourself! Maybe if you looked at me, you would’ve noticed I’ve been looking at you. Waiting for you.” You stood still letting what he said sink in. He was right. You had been so self-absorbed that you didn’t realize Sam had been there all along.

Every bad date, every phone call, all the times you cried to him and he would suggest there was someone out there who loved you, that your time for love was maybe around the corner. While you had been waiting for love, he had been waiting for you. Waiting for you to notice him. To love him.

Tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks as you stood there in silence, staring at one another while lightning illuminated the room more frequently, the storm approaching faster. Sam instantly softened at the sight of tears littering your face, beginning to smear your makeup.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Please don’t cry, Angel.” He sighed, raising his hands up to your cheeks to pat away the tears as they continued to fall, not wanting to ruin your makeup any further.

“No, Sam, you’re right. I’ve only been thinking of myself. All I ever do is talk about my feelings and what’s wrong with me and my love life. Not only have I been a terrible friend, but I’ve also been missing what's right in front of me.” You brought your hand to lay over his, leaning your face into his touch and closing your eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I truly don’t deserve you in any way.”

“Hey, don’t do that. Look at me, Angel.” He lifted his hand from your face to skirt his fingers down your cheek to the underside of your jaw and finally stopped under your chin, angling your face up to his. His other hand dropped to your hip, resting lightly. Your eyes fluttered open instantly being met with his milk chocolate irises, a smile growing on his face.

“Hi.” He breathed out as his hand under your chin fell to rest on your other hip, holding you close to him.

“Hey.” It came out as a broken whisper, barely audible, even to your own ears.

“I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?” His breath fanned across your face while he spoke, and you nodded your head giving him permission. His right hand snaked up from your waist to cradle the back of your neck as he leaned in closer, sending chills across your body. His lips were soft and gentle against your own, and you found yourself melting into him. The kiss only lasted a few moments before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and sighing, eyes still shut. You felt as though you were frozen in time, stuck like this for an eternity, overtaken by his presence. His intoxicating, woodsy smell mixed with a hint of cologne, the way his hands felt on you, how beautiful he was with his eyes closed, and content.

“Sam?”

His eyes met yours at the mention of his name being whispered into the air.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, eyes flicking between yours trying to gauge your reaction. Your hand found purchase on his cheek, cupping the left side of his face.

“Kiss me again?”

“Anything for you, Angel.” A smile stretched across his face before he leaned in once again to kiss you. His lips met yours, gliding against your own with a feeling of something deeper behind this kiss than the first. It was more passionate, hungry even. His tongue swept across your bottom lip eliciting a sigh from you which Sam swallowed down as he took the opportunity to let his tongue roam the inside of your mouth, trailing along the roof. Your brain finally catching up, your tongue met his. Sam’s fingers dug into your waist at the feeling of your tongues dancing against one another, and pulled you impossibly closer.

He pulled away again, this time bringing his lips to your ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you. What do you say we get out of here?” His breathing was labored and heavy against your skin sending tingles throughout your body.

“I’d like that very much.” You beamed, Sam taking your hand in his and leading you out into the stormy night where rain was pouring from the heavens, effectively soaking you both from head to toe. Without a care for the rain falling from the sky, Sam stopped abruptly using his grasp on your hand to pull you into him, kissing you for a third time that night, his lips spreading into a smile mid-kiss.

“Sam, what’re you doing? We’re going to get soaked out here.” You smiled into the kiss as well, a giggle bubbling past your lips.

“Just wanted to kiss you in the rain is all.” He pushed the strands of damp hair out of your face with both of his large hands, peppering it with kisses as he did so causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Think we could do this in your car? I kinda have to return this dress.” You laughed as you felt a shiver begin at the top of your skull and travel down your spine, making your whole body shake. Sam shrugged his blazer off and draped it around your shoulders, smiling at you sweetly, although it didn’t do much as it was already wet and cold from the weather. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before intertwining his fingers with your own and dragging you off towards his car.

“Anything for you, Angel.”

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Dean Winchester x Sister! Reader

Your Love is a Bad Medicine: Dean and his little sister are on their way to get Sam from college. Dean has to go somewhere, and the youngest Winchester is left in the room by herself. Her anxiety begins to act up while she waits for her brother to come back.

Please Don't be Mad: The youngest Winchester decides to sneak out without her brothers knowing. However, something happens that she ends up having to call Dean.

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Sam Winchester x Sister! Reader

You're Beautiful: (Y/n) gets antsy when she doesn't have time to put on makeup; however, her big brother, Sammy, is there to cheer her up.

I Miss Her Too: The brothers open up about their dead sister.

Why Can't I freakin' Have a Pair of $3 Headphones?: Sam buys something that his sister wanted; However, Dean doesn't know.

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Dean & Sam x Sister Reader

Coffee Please: The youngest Winchester wakes up exhausted from an awful night of sleep. She has never had coffee before but seeing her brothers have a cup, she wants to see if it will help perk her up too.

Enough Adventuring for One Day: The Winchester's sister gets lost in a store.

Late Night: The youngest Winchester takes care of her brothers after a hunt gone wrong.

Boba, How I've Missed You!: Sam and Dean surprise their younger sister with her favorite treat- Boba!

"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~": As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents.

╎Inspired by episode one╎ Jess Asks for Help: As Dean is trying to convince Sam to join the expedition to find dad, the youngest Winchester helps Sam's girlfriend in the kitchen. Something is Not Right: Dean is taking Sam home just as he promised. However, the youngest Winchester feels that something is not right and asks Dean to go back to get Sam.

╎Inspired by episode three╎ Not Your Fault: The Winchester's sister tries to save Lucas before he falls off the dock but ends up almost drowning herself.

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zorosleftshoe · 1 year

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Hi! I loooove your work! 😍 Could you do a protective/jealous Colby imagine? 🥺

Thank you ❤️❤️ I love the idea of a jealous Colby!

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, jealous!colby, swearing

Sam and Colby were notorious for their parties. More booze than you could imagine and you’d leave with some of the best stories to one tell the grandkids. That’s how I had met Colby.

I was new to Los Angeles and I had known Kat threw a friend of a friend who somehow had landed an invite to a ‘rager’ they were throwing to ring in the New Year. The party was in full swing when we arrived.

“Want a drink?” Nicola asked already headed in the direction of the kitchen.

“No, I think I’m gonna find Katrina. You go though. Have fun. I’ll catch you, in say, an hour?” She nodded before being whisked away into the crowd of already half drunk people. I pushed my way through the crowd into the living room and dropped down onto the couch with a sigh of relief. I was never one for parties. If you’d asked my mother, she would tell you that I was where fun went to die. I would disagree. I just didn’t like the idea of being around so many people who weren’t in their right state of mind. Booze combined with young, reckless adults? Something bad was bound to happen.

Which is why when I saw a man stumbling towards me with a bottle of beer in his hand, my stomach dropped. He collapsed next to me and took a swig of his beer before eyeing me up and down.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone over here?” I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Come on, baby, don’t be so prude.” He moved his hand and began messing with the collar of my jacket and I quickly smacked his hand away.

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just please, leave me alone.” He chuckled before leaning in closer towards my ear. The alcohol evident on his breath.

“Don’t be so uptight. It’s a party!” He started to move his hand down the hem of my v-neck but before I could react he was ripped away from me.

“She said to leave her alone.” His voice boomed over the others in the room as he stood over the man. When I looked up I was shocked to see Colby standing toe to toe with the drunk.

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” Colby chuckled bitterly but never took his eyes off this man.

“Well, you’ve got two options. You can leave. Or I can beat the shit out of you. Your pick.” My heart was racing at the scene in front of me. Not only were the two gaining attention now, but the last thing I wanted was Colby getting into a physical altercation because of me. He didn’t even know me.

Seconds felt like hours as I watched the drunk man pull back his fist and swing at Colby. His fist collided with Colby’s jaw which left him stunned for a moment but once he realized what had happened all hell broke loose. His ring clad hand coming in contact with the man’s face and knocking him to the ground. One blow after the other. Suddenly, as if snapping out of a trance, I rushed forward off the couch in attempt to pull Colby away.

“It’s okay, you got him.” I continued to whisper as I tried to pry him off the man who I had previously been fearful of. After a few moments a bystander knelt beside me to help pull Colby back deciding the man had had enough and I watched as Colby heaved. As I looked him over I couldn’t help but notice how his hair fell perfectly into eyes when it was disheveled. Or the way his eyes were that perfect shade of blue. Or the blood that trickled down his chin from his busted lip. “Oh.” I gently traced my thumb across his bottom lip and he flinched when I grazed over the cut. “Come on.”

We found ourselves in the bathroom. I was wedged between his legs as he sat on the sink while I dabbed the cut with a warm cloth. His eyes bored into me as I worked diligently.

“No one has ever got into a fight for me before.” I said quietly still focused on the cut.

“I don’t like guys who don’t understand the word no. Getting to talk to a pretty girl is just a bonus.” I could feel the blush creeping onto my cheeks but I kept dabbing at the small cut not daring to look up into his eyes. “I don’t want to be too forward, but I’m afraid I might miss my chance if I don’t. Think I could get your number?” I pretended to think for a minute before letting out a short giggle.

“Any man that’s willing to take a right hook for me can definitely can have my number.” A smile spread across his face.

A year later we stood in the same room. Colby’s eyes piercing me as I stood with my hands gripping the sink tightly. My knuckles a ghostly white. Neither of us spoke.

“What the hell was that about?” His words were like venom as he spoke them. “You just let him touch you like that?” I rolled my eyes and let out a breathy chuckle. “Oh. You think this is funny?”

“No, Colby. I think this is ridiculous.” I paused turning towards him. “We were dancing. He’s my friend.” Colby shook his head and took a step forward.

“Friends don’t touch you like that.”

“Are you seriously doing this right now, Colbs? There’s a party out there. Let’s just go dance.” I turned around and went to reach for the door but before I could grab the doorknob I was pressed up against the door.

“Not until you admit you liked it. You liked that he was touching you that way and you liked that I saw all of it.” Colby was pressed firmly against my back while my front was pressed against the bathroom door.

“Your jealousy is showing.” He chuckled bitterly before brushing my hair away from my neck and leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss to the newly exposed skin.

“Maybe. But what’s mine is mine.” He mumbled against my neck before starting to suck lightly. I leaned my head back against his shoulder to give him more access and after a few moments he pulled away. “Now everyone will know who you belong to.”

“What?” I asked as he pulled away and motioned to the mirror. My feet couldn’t move fast enough as I my eyes locked with the fresh bruise that now was on full display. “Colby!” All I could hear was his laughter fading down the hallway.

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sighonaraa · 11 months

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For the ask game (if this is still going) because I absolutely love everything you write - 🌧️❄️

oh this is so sweet thank you <3 and yes it is ABSOLUTELY STILL GOING. psa: if you see i've reblogged an ask game but you see it days later.... you are welcome to send me an ask anyway. i love doing them! send me them! i will answer them (maybe weeks later but EVENTUALLY i will). anyways!...

❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

But he doesn’t even have a chance to worry ’bout that, because he’s just lifting his hand to knock when the door swings open and the boy on the other side—decidedly not Colin—says, gravely, “You.” “Me,” says Ted cheerfully. “Man, we could open our very own Hudson Street Orphanage up in here, huh? Only without all the blatant child labor law violations.” Trent comes out from the right-side alcove that leads to the kitchen—hey, whaddya know, Ted’s got one just like it—and stops behind the boy, tying his hair up into a neat little bun. His scarf of the day is a pleated grey-and-silver number that complements the pale pink notes of his Material Girl t-shirt. “Hello, Mr. Lasso,” he says. “Isaac, this is Ted Lasso, the new neighbor. Mr. Lasso, this is Isaac, Colin’s friend.” “Best friend,” Colin corrects, shaking his head at Ted as he emerges from the left-side alcove with a soccer—football, dang it, already clutched to his chest. “Da hasn’t got any friends so he dunno the difference.”

from the football kiddos au! ted meets colin's best friend isaac and colin continues to bully (affectionate) his da trent.

🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP.

Practice is shit, again. No more faces get busted, but Jamie’s pretty sure that’s only because he manages to gain possession of the ball exactly once and almost immediately gives it up in a clever side-tackle from Sam that he’d never let get the best of him usually. At lunch he puts in his airpods and goes to run the treadmill, hard and fast, deep bass thudding in his ears like that’ll be enough to scare off the jittery sensation crawling beneath his bones, the unending sense that he’s falling off the edge of that great big cliff into the darkness. No one comes to disturb him, but during afternoon practice he can tell that he’s beginning to get on their nerves.

from the mom city fix-it! jamie truly is Going Through It. poor babe. it'll get better... eventually.

thank you for the asks!! <3

for this ask game!

#ask games #anon #ough. love my two drastically different wips. it's giving #WIPlash #ok i'll shut up now #ted lasso #jamie tartt #trent crimm #colin hughes #football kiddos au #mom city fix it

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 1 year

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hi!! i’d like to request how the Seduce Me boys would act//be like with a model reader!! (specifically female!!) ^^

Of course!! Thank you so much for your request!

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James:

He thinks the modeling industry is very much undeserving of you

He does think your gorgeous, and he loves that the world gets to experience your beauty as well

However the unhealthy diets and horrible effect it had on you was something he didn’t like

He heard your manager berating you for gaining two extra pounds once and nearly lost his shit, you had to separate the both of them

He knows some models like being thin, he also knows that it can make you feel self conscious of your weight

And he hates that

He thinks your beautiful, and he wants you to see yourself the way he sees you

Whenever you cry about not being good enough or not feeling pretty he is always there to comfort you and remind you of your worth

He convinces you to start doing what you want and to put your foot down with your management, and you do

James is very proud of you, he thinks you deserve the world and more, and he wants you to be the best version of yourself possible

Erick:

Now you two met when Erik was designing your dress for an event you were going too

You two met for the fitting and he was immediately just * gets ran over with love *

He had to screw his jaw shut so it wouldn’t literally drop to the floor

you two start dating and you begin having him as your personal stylist

He travels with you everywhere and he’s always there to ease the tension between you and your team whenever you guys get into an argument

He likes watching you walk down the runway, and will swap out your heals to make your feet more comfortable * cue foot massages *

He’ll manage your wardrobe and make you custom pieces just because you asked :)

He likes watching his designs come to life on you, and whenever he sketches your the first person he has in mind

You’ll help him with projects and he eventually has his own clothing line ( that you personally sponsor ) ;)

Sam:

Sam met you on accident

You were supposed to walk at a runway show and Sam was apart of the security team for the place, since a lot of big celebrities were going to be there the police department sent our extra officers

You had accidentally bumped into him, as you were trying to find your manager since you had never done a show in the building before, you weren’t sure where you were supposed to go.

Sam ended up bringing you backstage, and was quick to step in when your manager began to berate you for being so late

“ She didn’t know where she was going. Maybe if your team had done better getting her here instead of just worrying about her clothes you guys would be doing this show on time.” Sam said, before moving to stand towards the door.

You thanked Sam in private that night and explained that there was going to be some celebrity party that night for the show, and that’s when Sam explains he had seen you walk

He thinks your so, angelic. You exude confidence and he loves that about you.

He likes watching you walk, he thinks you look gorgeous and so unreal

Whenever you complain about the media to him he’ll give you a remark about how strangers can’t judge

He likes watching you try different things on, and take it off you

When you go through your closet and make him watch you model stuff you get frustrated because he likes all the outfits just because they’re on you

Matthew:

Matthew was catering for your birthday party actually, though he didn’t realize until he put your name on the cake

He was like ‘ wait this name is familiar’

cue him looking you up on google and BOOM there you are

he feels the pressure tenfold

when you stop by the kitchen to say your thanks he stutters a lot

When you two start dating eventually, the public is very much divided and Matthew feels like he isn’t good enough for you :(

You assure him he is but sometimes he thinks he’s not

He likes watching you go to fittings and likes making little snacks for you, caters to what you want not what your team whats you to eat

He helps you grow into your confidence and he loves watching you change and grow as a person, he feels honored to be by your side :)

Damien:

He found you online, not on purpose though

Your name came up while Damien was looking at visuals for a character of his

and goodness he thought you were perfect

he’d never been more invested in social media before you, and he loves everything about you

He learns about the brands you work for, he learns about your past, everything

He finds out Erik is going to an event of yours and basically begs him to bring Damien along

Seeing you for the first time knocked the life out of him, he was stunned

It took him a while to talk to you, since he really liked you, but you were just as nervous

he is definitely your biggest fan, like ever to exist

#seduce me x reader #seduce me the otome #damien seduce me #matthew seduce me #seduce me erik #seduce me sam

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kissthesun-gvf · 1 year

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Solitude

INTRO: Another one!! I have a few little blurbs to post, but I'm still finishing up the semester, so I don't have a set schedule for posting them. Hopefully your guys like these little stories here and there :)

You woke up in the early hours of the morning to a warm glow in your chest, realizing that you could hear the faint sounds of Sam fast asleep next to you. You roll over to see hm facing you and wrapped your arms around him, taking in the sweet scent of eucalyptus and incense he carried with him. He moved, half awake, bringing gone arm around you and sliding the other under the pillow. You closed your eyes and fell peacefully asleep for a little while longer.

You woke again to Sammy placing gentle kisses around your face. "Morning, love" you whisper, eyes fluttering open to see his sweet smile. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" he cooed, continuing kisses down your shoulder. "I think you may have mentioned that, yes. You happy to be home?" He grinned a t the question, laying his head back on the pillow. "I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life. Let's just stay here, okay?" "All day?" I reached up to kiss him again. "At least long enough for me to realize that I'm actually here with you... so it might be a while." He brought his hand up and massaged your scalp, his fingers gentle but the calluses he had gained while months on tour noticeable. "God, I missed you," he continued, moving his hand up and down your bare back. "I'm never leaving again."

"We have nothing planned today, Sammy," I told him like it was a secret. "We don't even have to leave the house if we don't want to. We'll just stay here all day. Drink tea, read books, listen to the new records I picked out while you were gone." "And kisses?" He added. "Mhmm, lots and lots of kisses, baby," you replied, landing another one on the center of his chest. "You want tea?" he asked. "Sure, but that does mean leaving the bed." "Shit," he laughed. "I'll put some on, pick out a record while I wait, and then I'll bring it back when it's ready," he planned to himself. "And I'll..." you started. "Sit here and look pretty until you get back." He forced himself out of bed and pulled and old U of M shirt over his head. "You lay there," he leaned over for another kiss. "And look like the goddess you are, and I will be right back." He walked away and you sat up to lean against the headboard, watching him leave. "Baby..." you lull after him. "Yes darling?" he turns at the doorway. "I'm really happy you're home." A goofy smile spread across his face. "Me too, love."

While he was in the kitchen, you lit some incense and turned on a few lights to cast a warm glow across the room that balanced out the rainy light of the morning. Sam came in and put on a Billie Holiday record, stopping to check on the plants before heading back to the kitchen. He returned with two cups of tea and sat in bed next to you, the blankets tangled around your intertwined legs as you sat in the near-silence and soaked in each others presence.

Eventually the silent morning was interrupted by the hungry sounds of your stomachs. "Ughhhh," Sam exclaimed dramatically, "I don't want to get up to eattt." You say up next to him and ran your hands over his chest and stomach. "Not even to go to your favorite cafe?" You smiled. "Now THAT I will get out of bed for."

Yo rolled out of bed, untangling yourself from the duvet and making your way over to the bathroom. "What do you think you're doing?" Sam asked as you turned on the shower. "Well I know this concept is hard for Kiszka's to understand, but this is called a shower, and it's where we get clean." "I don't know, from what I've heard these dangerous things shouldn't be tested alone," he inched closed to you and pulled your (his...) shirt over your head. "If we want to make it to breakfast, Sammy, I don't know if this is such a good idea." You turn your head slightly to avoid his kiss. "I'll be on my best behavior, I promise," he smirked before stepping in. You had missed your sleepy morning showers, both of you barely awake, you washing Sam's hair while he wraps his arms around you.

#sam gvf #sam kiszka #gvf blurb #greta van fleet blurb #greta van fleet #gvf fluff

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sgt-seabass · 2 years

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Emotionally manipulative ask today! I've had a bad day, a reallyyy bad day. In general I'm sad and to cheer me up, Bucky bakes me something. But it's terrible af cause he's still learning to cook and his sense of flavor and taste is...questionable since Hydra. I have money and will toss some your way. Thank you!

𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

pairings — soft!dark!chubby!bucky x reader w/c — 1.5k This is a dark fic. 18+ only.

warnings — soft!dark!fic, details of depression, reference to sex, some really bad cooking. a/n: I love this idea. I hope this little mind dump provides you some comfort my love. I had Good Evening by SHINee on repeat, hence the title. Thank you to @buckybarneschokeme for giving this a look over.

Like the rain on the window, you’re sparkling clearly All of our stories make us run out of breath The closer I step to you My whole world changes through you I want to know all of your moments Before that moonlight ↳ Good Evening, SHINee

The icy cold settled over the trees, animals borrowing to hide from the chill, much like Bucky as he rummaged the cupboards in the modest kitchen of his cabin, his iPad open on the counter with an ingredient list.

Life hadn’t been easy on him, far from it. Hydra had ensured that when they stripped his psyche raw and built their Frankenstein, the Winter Soldier.

But in recent years, it had become easier with your presence.

They’d found you during a raid on a remaining Hydra base, a scientist held there against your will. When Steve had introduced you to Bucky during a compound tour, he was immediately smitten. Your hair, eyes, alluring figure, and most of all, your soft broken smile pulled him in like a man possessed.

You were like him, had a piece missing that stopped you from being whole. But like two last pieces to the puzzle, Bucky took you under his wing, and the picture on the puzzle you both completed was one of unbridled happiness.

Sam had told him he didn’t think the attraction was entirely appropriate, given you were far from the mental space you needed to be in to make decisions for yourself, but Bucky needed you, and in time you realised how much you needed him too.

Even though that was because Bucky made sure you were entirely dependent on him, forcing you into situations where you had to ask for his assistance or required his guidance.

But you were happy. Over time, your smiles grew, and Bucky even got to hear your sweet giggles when you sat down to watch silly comedies together, having to explain the pop culture references to him each time his brows furrowed.

You even began to cook for him. The flavours he experienced were like nothing he’d had before. There were a few times where it had been pure sensory overload for him, so you’d learnt to tone it down to more muted tastes and staple dishes. Stews were particularly Bucky’s favourite. They could be flavourful and filling without being too overbearing.

Your cooking was so good Bucky felt like he could never get enough of it, even as he gained weight, his beefy body bulking further, his muscles weighted with a new layer of stout.

It didn’t matter much. Despite the new plumpness, Bucky was still able to have you screaming for his cock as he rutted into you, loving the way his body was able to push yours into the mattress in a way that had you mewling for him.

Bucky was quickly melding you into his perfect housewife, and after the years of torture of Hydra, it was the lesser evil for you.

And when a routine became established, Bucky decided to officially retire from the Avengers and move out to a home in the forest. The isolated cabin gave you both the space to heal together, and for Bucky, it meant he didn’t have anyone convincing you that this relationship wasn’t coming from a healthy place. You were all each other needed.

With a huff, Bucky looked at the scarcely stocked pantry. A grocery shop and trip to town was well overdue.

But you hadn’t been well.

Now that you could finally relax away from the horrors of Hydra, all the memories had been bubbling to the surface, waiting for you to deal with them and process them. It had sent you into the most profound depression Bucky had ever seen, and he felt horrible there wasn’t much he could do but give the soft skin of you back gentle touches as your body shook as you sobbed into the mattress.

You needed to process this, Sam had told him when he had called for advice, and Bucky just needed to do his best to take care of you in the meantime.

It was nearly six in the evening, and you still hadn’t stirred from bed. Bucky had brought you cereal and berries that were left untouched, as well as a chicken sandwich.

So, Bucky decided to try and cook something that may give you some comfort. You always gushed about how much you loved French food, so he settled on the idea of gratin dauphinoise potatoes. He knew he wasn’t much of a cook, but how hard could some layered potatoes be, right?

The Westernised recipe listed cloves, but Bucky stared at the lacklustre spice rack with a frown. Rosemary instead, then. Surely that would taste similar.

After placing the potatoes and rosemary on the bench, he turned his attention to the fridge. There wasn’t any cream, but there was milk. With pursed lips he hummed. It would have to do as a substitute. Bucky’s expression softened at the sight of some cheese, finally something right. It wasn’t gruyère like the recipe listed, but the cheddar cheese would make do.

Once all the ingredients were set out, Bucky put his record player on low and got to work. He’d accepted that it wasn’t going to be perfect, but he just wanted to do something to try and bring a smile back to your face. You’d made food a comfort for him, and he wanted to return the favour.

Bucky did his best to follow the recipe, resulting in an oven dish filled with potatoes, a milky sauce, and cheese.

He put it in the hot oven with a smile, proud of himself.

When you woke from your nap – if you could call it that, seeing as you’d been sleeping all day – the scent of cheesy potatoes filled your senses.

It confused you. Unless you’d been sleepwalking and cooking, it meant Bucky was cooking. But if there was one thing the super soldier was notoriously bad at doing, it was baking.

With a sigh you sat up, head still swirling with the most recent round of memories, a sheen of sweat on your skin as if your anguish was oozing from you.

You ached for Bucky’s comfort. He always praised you when he touched you, and part of you knew it was pavlovian, but you couldn’t help but be a drooling dog when you’d gone some time without him, desperate for his presence.

At the sound of utensils clanging, you swung your feet out of the bed and made your way into the kitchen, the smell getting stronger as you approached.

“Doll, I didn’t expect you up, I was going to bring some dinner to you.”

Bucky’s soft concerned voice was like a warm touch to your mind as you sat at the counter bench, resting your head in your hands, as if it could hold up the weariness in your soul.

“I smelt your cooking.”

“Well, I— I wanted to do something nice. I looked up French comfort food.”

Despite all the darkness emanating around you, there was a lightness as Bucky gave you a grin. Knowing he’d gone to all that effort just for you, it made your heart beat a little faster.

When he pulled the dish out of the oven your brows raised at the sight of it. Instead of creamy potatoes it looked like a watery spud graveyard. But you kept your thoughts to yourself as Bucky served you a small portion, expectant eyes looking at you.

When the mouthful hit your palate, you couldn’t hold back the laugh that rose from your belly. It tasted horrible. An odd milky, weirdly seasoned mess attacked your tastebuds, and you covered your mouth to stifle any further sounds coming from you as you swallowed the starchy grossness.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

You felt bad as Bucky looked at you like a wounded animal, clearly dejected, but he couldn’t help but perk up as you smiled at him.

“It’s bad. It’s really bad Bucky.” Your laughs continued and once Bucky had a taste of the mess, he started chuckling too.

The situation was a little mad. Two people so ruined by Hydra, sitting sniggering over potatoes.

But in that moment, it was as if none of the hurt mattered, in a way the shitty potatoes had healed a part of your soul, and further connected you.

Bucky came over and enveloped you in an embrace, weighty arms wrapping around your frame as his scent overtook that of the potatoes and replaced it with a musky smell that made you feel at home.

The worries of the world started to dissipate as you relaxed into the portly body around you.

“If you’re up for it, how about a trip to town, sweetheart. We could get some pizza?”

“Pizza sounds great, Bucky.”

Things weren’t okay, far from it, but with Bucky supporting you it made you feel as if everything might just be alright.

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#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark fic #marvel #mcu #ambswrites #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine

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spaceman-earthgirl · 3 years

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Supercorptober 2021 Day 19: Blue

Fic link. Series link.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes,” Lena says, and she is listening, sort of, half her attention across the room, stuck on a particular blonde superhero.

“Lair,” Sam says, Lena reluctantly drawing her eyes from Kara, back to Sam, who’s giving her a look Lena doesn’t like. It’s half teasing, half all knowing.

“Sorry,” Lena says, full attention on Sam now. “I’m listening.”

“Are we not going to talk about that, then?”

“Talk about what?” Lena asks, her eyes drifting to Kara once more, who’s talking to Alex.

“Talk about the fact that you can’t keep your eyes off Kara.”

“I…” Lena turns back to Sam, is met with a raised eyebrow. There’s no way she can deny it, she was definitely just staring at Kara again. “It’s not my fault, okay? You’ve seen her, with all her muscles and blue eyes and that gorgeous smile and she has the cutest freckles on her cheeks that-“ She cuts herself off, her own cheeks going red.

“I never thought I’d see the day, Lena Luthor, hopelessly in love.”

“Shush,” Lena says, a warning hand falling to rest on Sam’s arm. She loves her friend, but she’ll also kill her if this gets out. “People might hear you.”

She glances across the room, but no one is near. Nia and Brainy are reading the instructions on a new board game they have that they’re going to try later, Alex and Kara are now huddled together, whispering about something, and Winn and James are sitting on the couch, Winn talking animatedly, James listening intently.

“So, you don’t deny it then?”

Lena glances around again, just a quick check, to make sure no one is paying them any attention in the kitchen. She doesn’t answer, not verbally, but she does smile, because she very much is in love with Kara.

Sam takes her smile as answer enough anyway. “What are we going to do about this then?”

“We,” Lena says pointedly. “Are going to do nothing.”

“Fine,” Sam replies. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Also, nothing.”

“What? Why not? You love her, tell her.”

Lena laughs. “I do, but I’m going to do no such thing.” It’s nice to finally admit it out loud.

“But-“

“Nope,” Lena says. “We’re not having this conversation here.” She doesn’t want to have it at all, but she’s not having it in the same room with the love of her life, especially not when Kara has superhearing.

She wasn’t sure it would work but either her words, or the glare she shoots Sam gets her to stop talking.

They join the others in the living room in the midst of discussions of what they’ll order for dinner and once they’ve chosen, and ordered pizza, Lena ends up in the seat beside Kara.

Sam shoots her a look, one that very much says that Lena definitely chose that seat on purpose, but Lena ignores it.

“Hey,” Kara says about ten minutes later, a hand falling to Lena’s thigh to gain her attention. Blue eyes meet hers, hesitant as Kara looks at her. “Can I show you something?”

“Of course,” Lena replies, slightly confused when Kara stands but she takes the offered hand anyway. She’s even more confused when Kara leads her towards the balcony but again, she still follows. She’d follow Kara anywhere.

“We have to fly there, is that okay?” Kara asks.

“But…” Lena trails off, glancing back towards the full apartment, the apartment where dinner should be arriving soon, the apartment they’re having a games night in.

“We won’t be long,” Kara adds.

Lena nods at the request, and then she wonders why she ever hesitated in the first place because Kara tugs her forward and then suddenly she’s wrapped in strong arms and Lena can feel the firm press of muscle under Kara’s soft cardigan. It’s incredibly distracting.

The flight isn’t far, though Lena spends most of it with her face pressed into Kara’s neck, her eyes shut tight. When she opens them, she’s surprised, and confused again, when she finds them at her own apartment.

“What are we doing here?” Lena asks, reluctantly stepping out of Kara’s hold.

“I…” Kara swallows. “I wanted to talk to you, alone, and I didn’t think an apartment full of our friends was the right place.”

Lena’s suddenly worried. “Is everything okay?” Their dinner is arriving soon, whatever it is, it must be something big because Kara never turns down the opportunity for food.

Kara nods. “Did you know, sometimes I just listen to your heartbeat, or the sound of your voice? I don’t always mean to, and I don’t listen to what you say, but it just makes me feel safe, makes me feel calm. I was listening earlier, unconsciously, it’s like my mind just seeks you out, seeks out your comfort.”

“You feel safe with me?” Lena asks, heart hammering in her chest. Kara can probably hear that too.

“I do,” Kara smiles. She reaches out, tangles her fingers with Lena’s. Kara’s hands feel so warm, but it’s her smile that Lena gets caught on, it’s her smile that makes Lena’s breath catch.

“Is that why you brought me here? To tell me that?”

Kara shakes her head. “No, I brought you here because I wanted some privacy. I was going to wait until after dinner but then you were so warm beside me and I could smell your shampoo and I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“I don’t under-“

“I heard you, earlier I mean, talking to Sam.” Lena freezes. “I didn’t mean to but I heard my name and then I heard what you said and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since because I’m in love with you too and I don’t want to pretend I’m not anymore.”

That’s a lot to process all at once. “You love me?”

“So much,” Kara smiles. “Like a ridiculous amount.”

Kara cheeks are red, Lena so close she can see the very same freckles she was talking about earlier, scattered high across Kara’s cheeks.

God, she’s beautiful.

“I love you, too,” Lena grins, feeling a little silly as tears spring to her eyes, too many emotions swirling in her chest, looking for a way out. The predominant feeling is happiness.

Now Kara looks like she might cry as she tugs Lena forward, and strong arms wrap around Lena again, this time pulling her close for a hug. Lena immediately lets herself relax into the embrace, no longer afraid of Lena finding out the depths of her feelings, because it turns out she’s not the only one who’s fallen in love with her best friend.

Lena wonders for a moment if they should go back to their friends, wonders if they’ll have questions or if there’ll be knowing looks, but then Kara pulls away and she’s met with blue eyes again, so close, and then Kara’s leaning close and they’re kissing and Lena forgets about anything else except the soft hands that cup her cheeks and the gentle mouth that’s on hers.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #sam arias #supercorp fanfic #supercorptober2021

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Can I get a request where Yelena's dating R and has been for a while because things are going great but Natasha (being the protective big sister she is) realllllyyyy doesn't like R and R keeps making things worse because Nat intimidates her and all bdaksnakwk😭 and she finally accepts R when she gets caught up in a mission somehow and almost dies for Yelena🥺

Nat simps: Nat doesn't like the relationship because she's jealous

Me: n-no

Nat simps: she actually loves R😃

Me: guys no-

Nat simps: but-

Me: N O

(You guys are getting a big Natasha fic after this, calm your tits🙄)

3.6k words

Warnings: graphic injury description, implied torture and murder

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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"My sister does not hate you." Yelena chuckled as she opened the car door and stepped out. You stayed put for a second, staring up at the Avenger's tower as you chewed your lower lip.

"She definitely does." You mumbled as you stepped out of the car yourself. Yelena held her hand out for you to take, marginally helping your nerves when she gave it a reassuring squeeze. She noticed your silence and tried again.

"Okay maybe she's not your biggest fan right now but she'll warm up to you. I did." The blonde winked. You bit back a smile and rolled your eyes. "The others sure as hell love you." You hummed in response, you couldn't argue with that. You got on with the other heroes like a house on fire. "And I love you." Yelena said earnestly as you stopped outside the main door for your girlfriend to plant a soft, quick, kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You said with a smile.

"There she is." She grinned back as she stroked your cheek with her index finger. "Now come on, I'm starving."

"You ate that bag of M&Ms in the car." You laughed as Yelena led you through the building. The blonde scoffed.

"They only half fill them, y/n." She complained. "So it was half a bag." It was hard to argue with that logic.

You made your way through to the top floor of the building, all while holding onto the expensive wine bottle you bought. Your hands were sweating so much so you held onto the bottle with both hands, not trusting your grip. The last thing you needed was to smash it on any of Tony's expensive carpets. You were met with a round of laughter when the elevator doors opened, presenting the Avengers all sat around the living area. Their eyes turned to you and Yelena with wide smiles and they all shouted hellos across the room. Wanda gave you a warm hug as Yelena high fived Bucky and you felt your nerves soften.

"She's just finishing up." Wanda said knowingly. You wondered for a brief second if she had taken a peek into your mind but when you looked at the redhead she was smiling reassuringly at you and you realized it must have been obvious that you were anxious to see her again. Unlike Yelena, everyone else could tell you were Natasha's least favourite person. "For what it's worth she seems to be in a pretty good mood tonight." Wanda assured.

"Whose in a pretty good mood tonight?" Came the voice you had been dreading to hear. Natasha strolled into the living room with a content smile on her face but halted in her tracks once she saw you. You locked eyes for longer than you were comfortable with but you were determined not to look away. Sometimes you thought that if you asserted yourself more then maybe Natasha would at least respect you. Today wasn't the day for that because you looked away quicker than you would have hoped to. In your defence, it was really hard to maintain eye contact with the Black Widow.

"What's she doing here?" Natasha spat. Oh. You winced as you rubbed the back of your neck, clearly the Russian wasn't aware that you were attending the dinner too.

"I told you she was coming." Yelena said as she strolled towards her sister and gave her a bear hug. Natasha continued to glare at you from over her sister's shoulder.

"I thought you were meant to be on a mission."

"Luckily it was over by lunch." You smiled weakly. "Meant there was still brownie left in the cafeteria." You laughed awkwardly but Natasha didn't respond.

"If you want, I could give you the recipe for my brownies." Wanda said in an attempt to ease the overwhelming tension in the room. The Sokovian was always the best at that and you were sure it was entirely down to her calm demeanour.

"Really?" You asked hopefully as you all made your way to the dinner table. You avoided Natasha's eyes the whole time but consequently ended up taking a seat opposite her. You froze when you sat down, already under her heated gaze once again. You gulped thickly and turned to Yelena while you tried to ignore the pair of emerald eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

The rest of the dinner wasn't altogether awkward but it wasn't the most comfortable you'd ever been. Natasha didn't acknowledge you, though it was rare that she did, and you both engaged in separate conversations with the rest of the team. You had never known if there was a particular reason the redhead didn't like you. You guessed it was down to her being protective of her little sister, something you could understand given all they had been through. But you would never hurt your girlfriend, in fact you would do anything to avoid that. So it bothered you that there was nothing you could do to sway Natasha's opinion of you, because you had literally tried everything. You had been dating her sister for six months. Surely if she was going to accept you it would have happened already.

When dinner was finished Natasha excused herself as Yelena picked up some plates and took them to the kitchen. You were hooked on a story Sam was telling when they left, both your elbows on the table as your face rested in your hands, eagerly waiting for Sam to reveal how he was able to escape a whole squadron of planes with a malfunctioning suit. As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you didn’t get to experience half the things the Avengers did. Sure, you had had some crazy missions and your fair share of close calls, but their stories always won.

Once Sam dramatically finished his story with some over the top sound effects, you noticed Yelena had missed a few plates and still wasn’t back. With the dishes in your hands, you made your way to the kitchen, soon hearing the strong accent of your girlfriend. “You're being unfair.” She scolded with a hushed aggression.

“I’m trying to protect you, Lena.” Natasha’s voice fired back. Your ears pricked up at the verb and you were unsure of whether or not to leave the plates on a near table and go or stay to hear about the apparent threat your girlfriend was facing. “She’s going to get herself killed.”

“Oh and you’ve never done something reckless?” Reckless. That was a word you had seen in your S.H.I.E.L.D assessment reports enough times to get a vague idea of who the pair were talking about. Natasha being on the opposing side proved the point more. “When will you drop this?”

“You couldn’t have just dated a normal civilian? Or at least an agent that manages to not get themselves in harm's way on the way to the paper copier.” Well that was hardly accurate. S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t use paper copiers.

“You know maybe if you spent less time being a bitch to her and more time actually getting to know her you would understand why I love her.” Yelena said in a more disappointed tone, most of the frustration drained away from exhaustion. You wondered how long they had been talking about this. Or if they had before. Yelena always acted like there wasn’t any tension between you and her sister. Maybe she thought if she ignored it things would sort themselves out.

There was a heavy silence over the room so with a pang of guilt, you stepped out from behind the wall with the plates still in your hands, fauxing mild surprise when you saw them both, like you didn’t even know they were still there. If they saw through your act, they didn’t say anything. “Thanks, just put them there.” The blonde smiled and pointed at the counter near her. Natasha stayed silent as she watched you from the other side of the room. It always felt like she was studying you for any sign of a weakness when she looked at you, waiting to spot something she could use to strike.

“You need a hand?” You asked as you spied the excessive bubbles in the sink that coaxed your girlfriend’s forearms. “Before you break something.” You joked and watched as Yelena’s cheeks tinted pink as she remembered the shattered glass in the bin at home.

“She’s capable.” Natasha interrupted with stone cold glare.

“That’s okay, detka (babe).” Yelena mumbled and kissed your cheek. “I’m just finishing up.” She said before looking briefly at her sister. “Then we’re going.”

To no surprise of your own, Natasha didn’t get any friendly towards you after what you could only assume wasn’t the first discussion the sister’s had had about you. In fact it got considerably worse; not straight away though, that came a few weeks after when the pair came rushing into the cafeteria. Yelena marched in the room with her eyes set on you as the redhead followed by her side, exclaiming something wildly with her hands.

“This is insane. Yelena!” Unfortunately for Natasha, her sister’s stubbornness fiercely rivaled her own.

“Hey, detka.” Yelena smiled as she sat down on the seat in front of you. You gave a small wave as you finished chewing your sandwich, eyeing the pair cautiously. Natasha continued to stand with her arms crossed, mumbling under her breath in Russian. “You busy now?”

“Not really.” You shrugged and brushed the crumbs off your hands.

“Yelena, no.”

“Zamolchi (shut up)!” The blonde fired back. “That’s great,I could really use a hand on a mission.”

“I will go with you.” Natasha insisted but Yelena shooed her away distractedly. “They know who you are, it won’t work.” She hissed.

“That’s why disguises exist!” Natasha yelled, gaining the attention of every other S.H.I.E.L.D agent in the room.

“It won’t work.” Your girlfriend said firmly, her choice was already made and set in stone.

“Okay.” You shrugged and immediately fell under Natasha’s most heated glare.

“Don’t you dare.” She gritted. “There are thousands of agents in this base alone and you’re picking the single most reckless one who will get you killed.” The redhead continued but Yelena, unlike you, wasn’t fazed.

“Great, go pack your stuff.” Yelena cheered.

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t fucking move.” Your body betrayed you, keeping you glued to your seat in fear of what method, of the hundreds the widow knew, she would choose to kill you if you stood up.

“I don’t trust anyone else to do this.” Yelena said earnestly to her sister. Natasha considered her sister carefully but still looked unconvinced when her younger sister gave a frustrated huff and took you by the hand to drag you to your feet and past her sister who surprisingly didn’t follow after you both.

As your girlfriend led you down the halls she explained the basis of the mission, telling you how you were to set up a last minute buy with a high profile weapons smuggler. Annoyingly, that was how he worked, telling buyers the location and time of a deal at the last minute. Beneficially, he was a smug prick who only believed in carrying out deals on his own. While he would be armed, there would be no one else with him, making yours and Yelena’s job easier. Yelena was the sniper, shooting to kill. S.H.I.E.L.D had tried apprehending the guy alive but it always ended in casualties and they were finally done with going easy.

You considered it all when you were changing into the outfit Yelena had given you, planning what exactly you could say to the dealer to get him to the specific part of the warehouse that Yelena could shoot at. You were buttoning up your white blouse when the door swung open and Natasha stepped through. “You sure you can handle this?” She asked right off the bat.

“I’ve been through my training just like everyone else here, Natasha. I know you don’t think I’m capable but I’ve been on my fair share of missions and I know protocol and-”

“Just keep her safe.” The Russian said. You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“I don’t care if Baros comes out of there in a body bag or in a limo.” You blinked again and continued with your shirt as you decided to just listen to Natasha. “But if one hair on Yelena’s head is harmed I will make you live to regret it for the remainder of your long and very painful days.” She said darkly and you could only nod dumbly. Natasha studied you for a long moment before turning around to head out of the room far less dramatically as she had entered.

“She trusts me for a reason.” You couldn’t help but call out as the redhead opened the door. She glanced at you for a second and left as she called over her shoulder to you.

“I don’t.”

“Do you want to get take out tonight? I was thinking that new Chinese place around the corner.” Yelena spoke clearly but she might as well have been thinking aloud because you couldn’t respond. She knew that of course. She knew that you speaking would ruin your cover if Baros had cameras set up around you. “So that’s a yes on the Chinese?” She continued. Okay she was definitely doing it because she knew you couldn’t respond. “Detka there’s no need for you to insist on paying. I owe you one right now.” You bit back a smile until the warehouse doors opened and Baros stepped through, watching you eagerly.

“So nice of you to join me.” You deadpanned. You couldn’t help it. The guy literally chose the time and he was still half an hour late.

“Yes, my apologies.” Baros said in a very unapologetic tone. “Something came up.” He muttered as he placed a large box on the table and unlocked it with an 8 digit code although you were sure there was a lot more to it than that. Not that you cared about his weapons right now. “Now I hear I have something you’re interested in.”

With that, the sale began. At first you thought you were in luck. Baros made a habit of strolling around the room as he explained various weapons that you pretended to be interested in, but he never went to the spot Yelena could shoot. It became irritating very quickly. You walked around too in an attempt to lead him to wear you needed him but he always backed off at the last second. You heard Yelena groan into the earpiece a few times too.

“Is there anything here that’s of interest to you? Or are you more concerned with listening to whoever’s on the other end of that earpiece?” Your eyes snapped to Baros as he watched you curiously. “Where is she?” He asked coldly. Your earpiece wasn’t meant to be visible and the thought that Baros had found a way to get around S.H.I.E.L.D’s technology concerned you greatly.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, I’m here alone.” You swallowed thickly. Baros gave a throaty laugh in response, some primal hunting impulse starting up.

“I’ve killed every S.H.I.E.L.D agent that has come after me, you and your friend will be no different. Now where is she?”

You wanted to charge at Baros. To knock him to the ground and wrap your hands tightly around his throat and squeeze long and tight enough to make him regret ever threatening your girlfriend. Except you couldn’t move. It wasn’t a fear induced freeze up like you had gotten from Natasha’s glares a few times. There was a much larger and more dangerous obstacle that stopped you moving. Something toxic. Baros gave another manic laugh as he watched that realisation dawn on you. But really, what was panicking you most was that Yelena had been silent for a long time.

“You see, Agent l/n, while you were trying your hardest to get me to play your game, I was beating you at my own. I’ve grown immune to the toxin that’s been circulating the room since your arrival.” You trembled as you dropped to your knees and fell onto your side, only able to watch and listen. “And what your friend sees is a mere projection of us continuing business, audio included of course, so she won’t be coming to get you anytime soon.” You exhaled as heavily as you could in relief at the knowledge that Yelena was safe.

“Now where were we?” Baros asked as he knelt down besides you and lifted your head up, placing the flat of a blade against your cheek. “Oh yes, you were just about to tell me about the other one.”

“Go...to...hell.” You grimace, every word spoken feeling like one of the hardest things you had ever done.

“I’m sure you’ll feel as though you’re there very shortly.” He muttered as the knife very slowly started to dig into your skin.

You had no idea how long you were with Baros, how long since he had first started slicing your skin, how long your bones had been broken or even how long since you had first started to cough up blood, most of it staying in your mouth because of your weak diaphragm. You had exceeded your limit long ago, only using your energy to make the occasional snarky comment that made the next attack harsher. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself. It made you feel like you had some control, as did the fact that you never said a word about Yelena.

A gargled scream was ripped from you when Baros pressed the burning hot knife against your latest stab wound, cauterising it to stop you bleeding out and keep you alive for as long as he needed you. A sickening smile crept onto his lips as he watched your eyes fill with tears once again and leant back once he was done. Much to your long awaited relief, that smile was wiped from his face when a spray of red erupted in front of you, shortly followed by Baros dropping to the ground next to you, dead on the spot he had accidentally stood in.

You didn’t trust your relief, you didn’t trust yourself not to be hallucinated after the endless hours of torture, even when a heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D team flooded into the room. A few gathered around you, asking questions you couldn’t quite understand as bright white lights filled your vision. Then you were being lifted into the air, not aware of the fabric of the stretcher beneath you until the back of your hand dropped onto it. You managed a small trace of a smile before you passed out.

There was an arm draped across your stomach when you woke up. It was the first thing you felt, a fact that you were extremely grateful for. You blinked frantically a few times before you turned to look at your girlfriend sleeping by your side on the hospital bed. You smiled at the sight of her peaceful form and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear softly, careful not to wake her. You were glad you cherished that moment of peace and relief, because it wasn’t long before you had more company.

You took your hand away from Yelena’s face when Natasha walked in, settling to keep it by your side, although there was nothing you could do about the arm that was squished between yours and your girlfriend’s body. “I tried my best-” you started but Natasha shook her head.

“You...you did great, y/n.” You smiled sheepishly, sure there were some drugs in your system. “No one could have done any better.” She said as her eyes flickered to the cuts on your face. “So thank you.”

“It was no trouble at all.” You shrugged. Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled faintly, something you never thought you would see directed at you. “I’d never let anything happen to her.” You said honestly. The redhead nodded as she looked at her sister.

“I know that now. I was just scared, I can’t loose her again and you have to admit you’re not the most reliable person on the planet.” You blushed and looked away. “But I trust you now and I’m sorry I doubted you.” She apologised sincerely.

“No harm, no foul.” You joked again, truly not knowing how you were meant to act around the Russian now that you were finally in her good books.

“Don’t make me regret this.” Natasha warned with a smirk. You chuckled lightly and watched as she made to leave. “You should get some rest.” She advised and you nodded but frowned when she was nearly out the door.

“How’d she know?” You asked, making Natasha turn back to you with a quirk of her brow. “That something wasn’t right.” The redhead smiled and shook her head.

“You hadn’t made a smart ass comment in ten minutes.”

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mikkomacko · 3 years

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So not sure if you’re going to understand this but here’s my idea: the team not knowing that the reader is dating both Bucky and Steve (Stucky) and they confront her and say some awful things like she’s using them, a cheating wh*re etc. and she just starts crying and runs and locks herself in their room (or whatever you’d like). Then Stucky comes back or out from somewhere looking for her and then they ask the team and the team tells them that she was “cheating” on both of them with each other and then they’re like no we’re all dating each other and the team feels all bad and you can end it how you want lol. You don’t have to do this and sorry if it’s bad.

A/n: Sorry it took so long! Hope it's ok! <3

Two Avengers dating would cause enough gossip in itself, but three Avengers? Two of which have been best friends since the 40s? She can't imagine what kind of reaction that would get out of Sam or Nat who have always teased Steve and Bucky about being really good friends.

So when y/n, Bucky, and Steve made their relationship official, they kept it as low-key as possible. Anything beyond cuddling was reserved for the privacy of their rooms, flirting had to be subtle, and all dates were far from the Avengers compound.

They just had to pray they could follow the rules and keep their hands to themselves when others were around.

Drumming her fingers on the folder, y/n heads up HR to submit her latest mission report. It was simple surveillance mission, nothing exciting to report on but she'd been gone for over a week and wanted to get the report in asap so it could be done with. Dropping it off on the incoming desk, she promptly turns on her heel to head to lunch but is stopped just outside of the doorway by a hand on her bicep. She's tugged into the hidden corner before she can even react, two strong arms caging her against the cool wall.

Bucky, dressed for a training session, stands before her, blue eyes sparkling and lips smiling. Immediately, her guard falls, lips widening into a smile that reflects the same love shining through Bucky's.

"Careful Barnes," she teases, "next time I won't be so kind about ya pawing at me."

He clicks his tongue. "Wouldn't be pawing if you'd come to see me as soon as you got back."

"Paperwork waits for no one. Not even Cap and Sarge."

He sighs playfully. "Damn doll, that hurts. Think ya should kiss it better."

So she does. Cupping his jaw between two soft palms, y/n seals their mouths together in a tender kiss, completely blind to Bruce and Tony who have just caught sight of them from down the hall.

Bucky heads down to the gym and y/n heads to room to clean up before lunch, ignoring his pleas for her to join him. She's technically on recovery from her last mission and she's definitely going to milk that for a day off. She's approaching her door when one just down the hall opens, a familiar blond head of hair coming into view.

She pauses, leaning her shoulder against the doorway and smiles at him. "Hey Cap, fancy seeing you here."

He lifts his head, soft blue eyes meeting hers and he smiles that cute little smirk only Steve Rogers could smile. "Hey, heard you got back early this morning."

"Yeah, way early." She laughs, tilting her chin up as he moves closer.

"How'd it go?"

He stops in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. It's his typical go-ahead-I'm-listening stance but by the way he's eyeing her mouth she knows he doesn't actually want to hear it right now. Steve always tries to hide the fact that he's just as clingy as Bucky.

"Is that really what you're going to ask me, Rogers? After being gone for so long you want my mission run down right now?"

He chuckles, dipping his head and lightly shaking it. "No not really."

"So what's your real question?"

Bashful, he meets her eyes again. "Can I have a hello?"

Y/n laughs, butterflies fluttering in her chest as she rises on her tiptoes to kiss him. He gently grips her waist, pulling her just the slightest bit closer and humming in content. She throws her arms around his neck, fingertips shifting into the hair at the base of his neck, once again too caught up in her boyfriend to notice Nat and Sam have just spotted them from the end of the corridor.

"You'll never believe what we just saw!" Sam shouts, hightailing it into the kitchen with Natasha hot on his heels. Bruce and Tony both startle in their seats at the table, water sloshing over the edge of Bruce's mug.

"Nuh-uh, we're first." Tony says, shaking his head.

"No we are." Sam insists, Tony opening his mouth to continue the argument but Natasha cuts him off.

"Rogers and y/n are together."

And that makes Tony and Bruce pause. Sam whoops proudly, smirking at the two as they share looks of confusion.

"Steve and y/n?" Bruce confirms, eyebrows pinching together when Nat nods firmly.

Tony sighs. "Well that puts us in a bit of pickle because we saw Barnes with his tongue down her throat."

Sam's jaw drops. "What? When?"

"Earlier today!" Bruce exclaims, motioning towards the HR department. "She was dropping off paperwork and he just grabbed her and kissed her."

"Well we just watched Steve pin her against a door and kiss her not even ten minutes ago." Nat exclaims, anger building up in her veins. "Which means we've got a problem."

Sam turns to her, just as angry. "Damn right we do!"

Bottom lip between her teeth, y/n attempts to hide the giddy smile that's been plastered on her face since her reunion with her boys. It's a weak attempt because she's practically as bright as a ray of sunshine but she doesn't really care. She's happy. She's so incredibly happy and she wants it to last forever.

Unfortunately for her, the feeling is cut short far too soon because as soon as she enters the kitchen, 4 pairs of eyes are glaring at her.

"Hey everyone," she says tentatively, slowing to a stop. "what's going on?"

Sam scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you tell us what's going on?" He says coldly, "You know besides you macking on our friends."

Macking on his friends? Oh god, Steve and Bucky! They found out about their relationship...

Her jaw drops, cut-off guard. "Wait! I can explain-"

"Cheaters don't get an explanation." Nat cuts off, eyes mean and piercing. Y/n heart sinks into her stomach. Cheating? She'd never cheat in her life, especially not on Bucky and Steve.

"Cheating? I'm not-"

Tony rises from his seat. "Save it y/n. We know you're cheating on Bucky and Steve with each other. How could you do that? They're like brothers and your just using them-"

"No I'm not!" She insists, panicking under the hateful gazes. "You guys don't understand. Just let me-"

"No!" Sam cuts off. "Bucky and Steve have both gone through so much. Do you realize how difficult it must have been for them to open up to you? And you thew it all away. You hurt them. You're a bitch y/n, full honestly."

Tears sting her eyes. Sam's never said anything like that to her let alone anyone they know. He's always been so kind and welcoming so to hear such hurtful words from him has her stunned. She can't even think of anything to say to defend herself.

"Y-you really think that lowly of me?" She sniffles, "That I would do something like that?"

"We saw it, y/n." Banner responds, nose scrunched in disgust. "Now get outta here before we throw you out."

Insulted and insecure, she shakes her head. "I can't believe you all." Then she turns on her heel, running to the safety of her room.

Bucky's spotting Steve on the bench press when the foursome of Avengers walk in, somber looks on their faces.

"Steve," Bucky says, gaining his attention. Immediately the super soldier is setting down his weights, sitting up to look at their friends.

"What's going on? Is someone hurt?" Steve asks, rising to his feet. Sam shakes his head, smiling sympathetically.

"No one's hurt," he assures "but we've got something to tell you."

Bucky swallows nervously, something in him going on high alert. He knows that this is about y/n, that something's happened and it makes him anxious. Where is she?

"What?" Bucky asks, noticing the lingering anger in Nat's eyes.

"It's y/n," she says "she-"

"She what?" Bucky interrupts quickly, readying himself to sprint upstairs.

"She's cheating," Tony says, eyes flickering between the two men. "On you two. With each other."

Oh, Bucky wasn't expecting that. He turns to Steve, the two sharing a silent conversation between themselves. They know? Looks like it pal. How'd that happen? I told you to be careful...

"Don't worry, we already gave her a piece of our minds-"

"You what?!" Steve suddenly asks, finally realizing what they're saying. They think y/n cheated on them because they don't know they're all three dating each other. And they confronted her about it.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks lowly.

"The truth," Sam says proudly. "that she's a bitch for using you both."

Before anyone can react Bucky is rushing towards the doors, abandoning his belongings in favor of checking on y/n. Steve doesn't mind, knowing that when it comes to being emotional and open, Bucky is typically the one she leans on. He's good at being a comforting shoulder.

"Oh god Sam," Steve sighs. "Y/n isn't cheating-"

"Yeah-"

"No she's not!" He shouts, startling them. "She's not. For the past few months we've been dating. The three of us."

The silence is almost amusing if Steve wasn't too busy thinking of his girl upstairs, upset.

"Like a throuple?" Bruce asks, confused.

Steve nods shortly. "Thanks for accusing her instead of talking it out. Appreciate it." He says icily, pushing around them. Stalking towards the exit, he calls over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a girl to go check on."

Bucky has wrapped her up like a burrito in the comforter from his bed on the floor of her room, leaning back against the side of the matress with her sat between his parted thighs. Her eyes are still wet and swollen but she's giggling through her sniffles, a spoon hanging out of her mouth and a bowl of soup in her lap. They both look up when he enters the room, Y/n smiling shyly and Bucky relieved.

"We ok sweetheart?" He asks, waiting for her nod before looking to Bucky.

"We're good Steve," he promises, sweeping her hair over her shoulder with his hand and brushing his fingers through it. "She was just frustrated. Didn't know they could think she'd do something like that."

"That's because she wouldn't," Steve says firmly, sitting on the floor next to them. "and we know that y/n. We know you'd never hurt us like that."

"I love you Steve," she swears, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I love you Buck. Thanks for doing this for me."

"Course doll," Bucky says, kissing the side of her head. "Don't have to thank us for loving you." Steve hums his agreement.

"But..."Bucky quickly adds, "you can thank me after I beat Sam's ass for calling you that."

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. "Buck..." He says warningly but he doesn't even finish the scolding thought because their boyfriend's threat has made y/n smile and that's all they could ever ask for.

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spideyyboii · 2 years

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Milk And Cookies

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x mum!female reader

warnings: none

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Bucky never believed he’d have a family especially with everything that Hydra had done to him, his mind wasn’t his for years so when he finally gained full control of his own thoughts and actions he didn’t know how he’d be cope in the 21st century. When the man met you he was instantly smitten, you were friends with Sam and he was determined for you to meet Bucky as he had a hunch the two of you would pair nicely, after your initial meeting it seemed as though the two of you were meant to be together and your relationship quickly began. It was a whirlwind romance and everything moved quickly after only six months together you found out you were pregnant.

Both yourself and Bucky were beyond excited, Christmas traditions had become a big thing for your little family and as your son got older he began to really enjoy everything the two of you planned for the lead up for Christmas. However, his favourite part of Christmas was leaving the milk and cookies out for Santa. “So Bub, what cookies do you want to make for Santa?” Bucky asked smiling at your sons excitement, “Chocolate chip he likes those ones the most, last year he ate the whole plate.” Your son James said whilst grabbing the chocolate for the cookies. “Right get mumma and we can get started, she’s the only one who can get all the lumps out the batter.” As soon as Bucky had finished his sentence your son was gone and shouting for you to hurry up so you can get his cookies done before he had to go to bed. “Mumma hurry up, daddy says you’re taking too long and Santa will have to go hungry!” James shouted up the stairs making you laugh as you knew these were his own word and not your husbands, “I’m coming Bubba, Santa won’t have to go hungry.” You quickly made your way down the stairs.

Once you made it into the kitchen you quickly began pouring all the ingredient into the bowls and mixing it all together. “So bubba are you excited for Santa to come and drop you some presents” You asked loving how much your son enjoyed this time of year, “Yeah but I know I can’t stay up and try and see him because then he won’t deliver my presents. But I really want him to like the cookies so daddy you need to stop eating the batter otherwise we won’t have enough!” Your son said sternly before hitting the spoon that your husband was holding that was covered in batter. “Darling we can’t be eating anymore of the cookie mix otherwise they won’t be any left for Santa. So how about you and James go upstairs and get ready for bed whilst I put the cookies in the oven and then when you come down we can plate them up and get some milk ready for the man.” As the boys went upstairs to get ready for bed you quickly put the cookies in the oven.

Eventually the cookies were ready and had been left on a plate for Santa, so your son quickly put himself to bed excited to see what Santa left him in the morning. “So darling, how many cookies are you planning on eating this time?” You asked with a laugh as Bucky was already shovelling cookies into his mouth, “All of them, how are they so good?” He asked with a mouth full of food. It’s safe to say your son wasn’t the only fan of this tradition.

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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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Call Me Back

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: death, a small sexual innuendo, and lots of commas and long sentences

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You and Wanda promised each other you would always call to check in, and Wanda’s going to do her best to keep that promise, no matter what.

The first time you met Wanda was… well, when was the first time you met Wanda? Was it when wisps of red flashed in front of your eyes, projecting images so horrific and lifelike that you all but collapsed in a heartbeat? Or was it when she stepped forward to shake your hand timidly, grief and determination filling the witch as she promised to make up for it?

“I- I wouldn’t have done it if I… we were just trying…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you had told her with a smile before confiding in her about your own missteps, how you’d wreaked havoc on all of New York with your powers of body modification after your own parents died, how Fury finally got the Avengers to catch you, and how they quickly became your new family.

“You mean they really almost burned the kitchen down trying to make you a birthday cake?” The brunette giggled later that night as you recounted the story of your sixteenth birthday, the two of you sitting comfortably beside each other on the living room sofa.

“Yup. And when Nat showed up with an ice cream cake fifteen minutes later to find smoke in the living room, Sam told me she freaked on everyone.”

“Excuse me, Y/N, I did not do any ‘freaking.’ God, is that what you teenagers are calling it now?” The two of you erupted into laughter, and the redhead could do nothing more than shake her head, a smirk playing on her lips no matter how hard she tried to conceal it.

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Much like Nat and Steve predicted, the two of you became fast friends. You sat next to each other on movie nights, sang karaoke in your room when you thought everyone else was asleep (if they weren’t awake when you started, they certainly were once you were thirty seconds into Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”), and, much to Steve’s dismay, when you finally became confident with your ability to grow wings on your back, snuck out regularly for late-night flights around the compound.

But you also insisted on being there for Wanda’s training sessions, even if it meant you had to wake up an hour earlier. You cradled the witch in your arms when she woke up night after night with an aching hole in her heart before you eventually insisted you guys just share a room. And you promised her, above everything else, that when you went out for anything, whether it be a quick grocery run or a month-long mission, you’d let her know you were okay.

You knew the promise she pleaded you to make was a result of the anxiety she suffered. She’d lost everyone she cared about; if a simple text or call was enough to put her at ease, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

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“Wanda,” you’d whispered, the teen immediately sitting up straight when she’d heard the cracks in your voice. “I- I don’t know what to do. I’m safe, but...” She told you to stay there, don’t move, she’d be there in minutes. And, with your brain unable to function enough to think of any other option, you listened.

Her heart broke at the sight of you, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and your head hung, you feet occasionally kicking the wet sidewalk. The neon sign of the restaurant your date had promised to meet you at illuminated one side of your face, allowing her to see the tears that you had tried but failed so desperately to hold in. But the witch didn’t let you see her emotions, instead whisking you away from the unfamiliar section of the city, brushing the tears off of your cheeks and bringing you to the twenty-four-hour diner for milkshakes. She made a fool of herself in front of the waitstaff until tears flowed from your eyes once again, but this time, the crystalline drops rolled down your raised cheeks, aching from smiling too hard.

When you had a panic attack during training because you couldn’t get one of your body modification attempts to reverse—”Wanda, I cannot be stuck with claws for hands, I can’t!”—she refused to let you hang up until the steady sounds of her own breathing calmed you down, the sharp nails receding and making way for the soft pads of your very human fingertips.

And when she called you after the mission in Lagos, you worked tirelessly to complete your own solo mission as soon as you could. You returned to the tower to find her holed up in the bedroom, news broadcasts playing nonstop on the television to remind her of the horrors she’d committed; accident or not, she told you, she needed to hold herself accountable. You simply shook your head at her, holding out your hand without another word. She didn’t take it at first.

“You can’t fix it, Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.” She was expecting you to fight her back on it, yell at her and demand that she take your hand, or perhaps you’d go the complete opposite direction and leave her alone, let her be swallowed by guilt and anguish, rip open old wounds and form new ones as she thought of how she tore apart families that were probably much like her own. You did neither.

Wanda’s green eyes remained fixed on your outstretched hand. You stayed silent, one eyebrow cocked as if daring her to see what would happen should she choose not to take it. It was only then that she realized, for once in her life, the person she most loved wasn’t leaving; the support she so desperately needed wouldn’t be yanked away from her when it was mere centimeters from her grasp.

So she rested her fingers in the palm of your hand, and you pulled her out to the balcony where the two of you had spent night after night watching the stars instead of sleeping, making up funny names for each of them and rolling in fits of laughter that only came to those delirious and sleep-deprived enough to understand just what was so funny. Except, this time, instead of dropping into the oversized beanbag chair that was the usual spot of your stargazing shenanigans, she watched curiously as you removed your shirt. Her mouth dropped as you closed your eyes and allowed the white feathers to emerge from beside the ridges of your spine. Although it was a process she’d seen several times before, your modifications had never ceased to amaze her, and your angel-like wings had always been her favorite. The witch admired the additions as you allowed them to flap slowly, once, twice, before turning back to her.

“Let’s go,” you finally spoke, the order gentle but leaving no room for negotiation.

“Where are we going?”

“Away.” That was enough for the brunette, who squeezed your hand before following your lead. She allowed you to guide her through the maze of clouds and couldn’t help but smile softly as the sun’s rays hit your face at just the right angle. You wore the exhaustion from your recent mission on your face, and streaks of dirt covered the bruises that she was sure littered your body. But she was content, in awe, because you were you. You didn’t put up walls to hide your scars from the world, didn’t use passive-aggressiveness to hide the passion that burned in your heart. At the end of the day, you were good, purely and truly good. You were an angel; even the sun knew it.

What Wanda didn’t realize, but what you taught her that night, as she sat surrounded by sunflowers, the moon, thousands of gleaming stars, and the tickle of your feathers as your wing pulled her close to you, was that she was one too.

“I’m glad you called me,” you whispered, your eyes not leaving the open sky as you pointed out a particularly bright spot. “I’m gonna call that one… Philip. He looks regal, real proud. Look at him, so much brighter than the others, and he knows it too.” The witch breathed out a soft chuckle, stroking her fingers over your feathers as she responded.

“I’m glad I called you too. And I think Philip is a good name for him. What about that one?”

“Hmm… Walter? He’s a bit more serious, I think. But you see the one next to him?” You waited until you got a nod from the girl before continuing. “That’s his sister. She makes sure he has fun, even when he says he doesn’t want to. But you name her, Wands. Naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” She squeezed the elbow that you nudged her with before giving in.

“Alright… that’s Delia. And, yeah, she’s the best. The life of the party. Walter keeps her grounded, though,” Wanda added, to which you agreed to with a hum. You two fell quiet after that, enjoying the comfortable silence and looking up at the twinkling lights, some of them gaining names and stories, others waiting to be named another night.

“Wanda?”

“Yeah?”

“You call me if you ever need me, okay? I know we started this with me calling you, but I’m here for you too.” The witch met your eyes with a firm bob of her head, but you continued, desperate to make sure she understood. “And if I don’t pick up at first, you call me back, okay? Call me until I respond, promise?”

“I promise,” Wanda soothed gently. “I will.”

“Okay, good, good. Because,” Wanda felt a brush of your feathers against her upper arm as you fluttered your wings, slightly agitated, “because I think I love you. I mean, um, I know. I know I love you. I love you. Yeah, I-” Wanda shut you up with a kiss, her lips pressed urgently against yours. And if you hadn’t lost your breath from your rambling or your declaration of love to the girl of your dreams, then you most definitely lost it as your lips melted into hers, in the comforting warmth of her palm against your cheek, and in the words that left her mouth as you finally pulled apart, breathless.

“I will, Y/N, I promise. Because I love you too.”

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People thought you were inseparable before you started dating, but they all realized how wrong they were after that night. The two twin beds quickly became a queen-sized mattress, sideline support during training sessions became fierce yet playful spars, and the private giggles you guys shared grew tenfold. Fury wasn’t exactly happy that his unofficial daughter was now dating, but he was pleased by how efficiently the two of you worked together, which led you to this moment, the two of you covering the Quinjet while waiting for the rest of the Avengers to finish their business inside the massive Hydra base. With Wanda covering the ground and you in the sky, flying with the white-feathered wings that Wanda loved so dearly, the two of you held off the swarms of Hydra agents relatively well. With a small break in between incoming agents, Wanda looked up to check on you, but she was a moment too late. Before she could even think to warn you, the pure feathers she loved to brush her fingers through fell from the sky, the white stained with red, your screams ripping through her eardrums.

No one, including Wanda, had time to think as she exploded with a new rage, one that hadn’t run through her in years. One that she hoped she would never experience again, but here she was. And there you were.

While you were held in the air by her signature red mist, the opposing agents fell to the ground. She didn’t care about their screams, only yours. And with them all dealt with, she could turn to you, rushing you both into the Quinjet and yelling for the other Avengers to get back here, now.

But her efforts were futile. She could press down on the wounds all she wanted, beg for you to come back until her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but nothing would work. You were gone the instant the missile had hit you, and as much as Wanda wanted to deny the truth, she knew it just as much as your other teammates did when they rushed onto the Quinjet. You were gone before you could say a single goodbye.

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The first time Wanda called was from your shared bedroom. She dialed your number before tracing the pillow where your head would have laid, running her fingers over the cartoon carrots that covered the comforter. The yellow bedding set was a gag gift Tony had gotten the two of you when you got your new bed.

“You know, since I figure the two of you will be going at it like rabbits,” he winked before getting immediately smacked in the back of the head by Steve.

“They will be doing no such thing,” the supersoldier had chastised him with a roll of his eyes. “God, Stark, sometimes I forget you have a brain when you say such stupid things.”

But you loved it, telling Wanda, “The carrots remind me of you, Bunny.” And how could she return the present when you were being so sweet about it? But the sheets didn’t make her smile in the same way they once did because you were gone. No one was there to tease her about the way her nose wiggled much like the little white fluffy creatures or promise to get her carrots from the market the next day.

The call went to voicemail, and as bittersweet as it was, Wanda savored it because it was you. Your voice. But the beep came far too soon, and your turn was done. So she spoke.

“Y/N, hey, it’s me, Wanda. I, um, I love you. I’ll always love you, yeah?” The witch put the phone down, thinking that was all she could bear to say as the lump in her throat ballooned in size and hot tears filled her eyes. But just before time was up, her hand shot up to press the device against her ear again. “Call me back, milaya.”

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The second time Wanda called was from the balcony. The brunette eyed the sparkling diamonds that filled the sky, wondering how you could be gone when, the last time she was here, you were right there beside her, laughing over the boys’ latest shenanigans and Ned, the newly named star.

Now, the beanbag chair felt too big, too empty without another person sitting next to her. Without you. So she dialed your number, the only number she bothered to learn by heart, and waited for the dulcet tones of your voice. As the dial tone rang, she ran one hand over the white feather that laid gingerly in her lap. Natasha had given it to her along with several others a few days after your death. Each of the team members had one to remember you by, but the spy had picked out the biggest and most brilliant ones to give to Wanda.

“I know how much her wings meant to you-” Natasha stiffened as Wanda threw her arms around her. But the witch didn’t care, her tears soaking the redhead’s shirt as she tried to find the words to thank her. She couldn’t, but it was okay. Natasha knew anyway. Wanda had little time to reflect on the memory before her face brightened at the sound of your voice.

“Hi, this is Y/N-

“And her girlfriend, Wanda! She’s taken, so don’t even think about it, you jerk!” Wanda smiled slightly at your jubilant laughter, remembering how you’d pushed her away for interrupting you.

“I’m not available right now, but leave me your name, number, and message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can, okay? Talk to you soon.” The witch’s eyes closed slightly as the greeting ended with a spell of your giggles before it was interrupted by that damn beep. God, how she hated that beep. Nevertheless, she took a breath and spoke out into the clear night sky, looking up at the stars as she did so.

“Hi, lyubov moya, it’s me. Wanda. I’m calling you back, just like you told me to. I’m not okay. I need you. I love you.” Her breath caught in her throat, forcing her to pause for a moment, but she forced herself to keep going a second later. “Sam and Bucky did the stupidest thing today. Nat and Steve were all over their asses. You should’ve seen it. I miss you. Please, call me back. I’ll tell you all about it.”

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The last time Wanda called was from the sunflower field. The two of you hadn’t been here since the night you told her you loved her. In fact, it took Wanda several hours to find it since she hadn’t been paying much attention to the route the first time you came.

Once again, the night was clear, the stars lighting up the dark canvas with their radiance. She missed the feeling of your wing wrapped around her, of your presence next to her. But she had one of your feathers in her fingers and your voice in her ear, and to ask for more would be greedy, right?

“Hi, angel. It’s Wanda. I’m calling you back to leave a message, but I can’t do it again after this because I don’t want your voicemail to fill up, okay? I’m sorry, I know I’m being selfish, but I need to be able to hear your voice, so I can’t let it fill up. But I haven’t forgotten you, I promise I haven’t. I never will. I’m still-” Wanda swallowed, a fighting effort to calm the waver in her voice. “I’m still not okay, but I’m trying. For you. But I’m not okay, I need you to call me back. I’ve named one up there Halia, but her twin sister needs a name. And naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” The witch sniffed once as the corner of her lip curved up slightly, remembering the playfulness in your voice when you’d first said the line. “Call me back, Y/N, please.”

With the message over, Wanda clutched the phone to her chest, her breaths becoming faster and shallower as she closed her eyes, trying to accept the knowledge that it’d be the last time she’d ever leave a message, the knowledge that she was really losing you… the knowledge that she already lost you.

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Months went by. Wanda wasn’t sure how they did, but they did. The first sign of it was the first Halloween without you, as she saw the other couples dressing up in matching costumes that you would’ve loved, costumes you would’ve pointed out to Wanda with an excited bounce and told her you’d have to wear next year. The next was Thanksgiving, when Wanda ran through the list of everything she was thankful for and came up short when she thought about the people she still had left. And then it was Christmas, and Valentine’s Day, and the first day of summer.

And while Wanda did her best to move on, she always found herself under the stars, dialing your number. She sat on the balcony, in the sunflower field, wherever she could see the sky, and she listened to your voice telling her that you’d call her back as soon as you could, always forcing herself to hang up a second before the beep could cut you off. Wanda named every other star she saw, leaving the ones in between for you and hoping that you’d approve of the names she chose.

“I’m naming that one Angel for you, Y/N,” Wanda murmured. “It’s even brighter than Philip. It’s the brightest star in the sky. I know you think it’s silly to name things after people, but this one’s just special, so you’re gonna have to make an exception, okay?” The brunette’s lips stopped moving, but her eyes stayed wide open as she watched the star as if, if she watched it long enough, studied it hard enough, you would materialize from its luminescence. As if you would come back to her. But when you didn’t, she finally allowed her watering eyes to rest, her eyelids drooping to surround her in darkness.

“I’m not okay, Y/N.” The witch’s voice was softer than it had ever been, more tired. But this time, there was no one to whisk her off and make her forget the heaviness of it all. “I need you so badly. I love you so much. I always will. But, please, angel, call me back.”

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