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n3rdybird · 4 years

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Pilots and Penance

Star Wars

Poe Dameron x Reader

Prompt: I need a hug

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Depression and Angst

Written for @fictionalabyss 3K Celebration! Congrats!

The heat and humidity of D’Qar did little to warm your numb limbs. You squinted as the light filtered into the hangar. It had been a while since you had seen proper sunlight, your mission had kept you confined to nights on Coruscant. Although known as a bright spot in the systems, the underbelly of the Galactic City was still rife with black market shops and smugglers. Without the full support of the New Republic, the Resistance needed your contacts and knowledge of the less savory parts of the galaxy. It was dangerous work, sometimes too dangerous. If only you had-

You were brought out of your thoughts when a hand touched your shoulder. You looked up to see the familiar face of the resident flyboy, Poe Dameron.

“(Y/N), the General is ready for debriefing.”

You felt the eyes of other Resistance members staring at you, you could feel their questions, their shock, their anger. You straightened and nodded mutely.

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In the middle of the night cycle, you found yourself in the showers. It was quiet, most of the staff asleep, only a skeleton crew up and running essential functions. You weren’t sure that the numbness in your limbs was from the cold water blasting from the showerhead or the crippling guilt in your heart.

Was it your fault?

You heard the whispers ever since you arrived, semi-conned into joining the Resistance when the bounty you were chasing saved your life. Even if you were vetted by the poster boy of the rebel group, Poe Dameron, who you were seriously regretting listening to.

“What’s a bounty hunter doing here?”

“She can’t be trusted.”

“Bounty hunters have no honor. She’ll sell us out to the highest bidder.”

And now the new ones.

“Bounty hunters only care for themselves.”

“She probably let him die.”

“She’s so cold, I bet she doesn’t care.”

“She just left his body there.”

You didn’t blame them. You followed the mission. When one of the Resistance members on your command messed up, it was on your head. It had been an impossible choice. Let one die to save the rest of your mission. This was why you preferred to work alone. You weren’t used to being responsible for others. You weren’t used to having to make a call for someone else’s life. You were a solo bounty hunter; rarely worked with anyone more than a contact, not wanting to share the reward. And bounty crews were more trouble than they were worth. Arguments about how the money should be divided, crews getting too large, having to go after bigger and better scores just to keep everyone paid well. It was too much. It was simpler on your own. If you made a mistake, it was only your ass on the line.

The General didn’t seem to blame you, though you knew she took every loss to heart. During the briefing, you went over the mission over and over again. High Command went through your reports, trying to figure if there was a leak or traitor. If you were a traitor. While it was to be expected, you tensed with every question. You tried to keep your eyes from straying to the dark-haired commander of Black Squadron, waiting for him to step in, maybe even come to your defense. But he was all “Commander Dameron”, not the friendly pilot who had wormed his way under your skin and bypassed your icy exterior.

You had been cleared of any misconduct officially, Jannak Kirhen died in the line of duty, but you did not feel any relief. You slipped away from the main part of the Resistance base, keeping to yourself until it was well into the night cycle before you chanced a shower in the barracks. You could have used the sonic shower on your ship, but that would mean going through the hangar.

You turned off the water and toweled yourself off, wincing as you accidentally pulled at the bacta patch on your side. You peeled the corner, checking on the angry wound. It was too deep for the patch alone, but it would hold until you got back to your ship. You had a micro suture kit stashed somewhere, and you didn’t want to visit the medical unit.

After dressing, you made your way back to the hanger. It was blissfully silent, even the mechanics who seemed to have a never-ending to-do list had retired for the night. You crossed the bay to your ship, a modified stealth gunship. You ran your hands against the cool metal and lowered the ramp.

“Don’t tell me you are sneaking out of here?” a voice asked.

You spun to see Poe Dameron behind you, BB-8 at his heels. At Poe’s question, BB-8 beeped angrily at the thought, crossing in front of you, keeping you from stepping onto the ramp.

“Not leaving, though the thought did cross my mind,” you said curtly, stepping over BB-8 and up the ramp. He followed at your heels to Poe’s amusement.

You dug through storage bins, ignoring the throbbing pain in your side and the burning gaze of the Resistance pilot.

“Are you going to talk to me?” he asked.

You scoffed.

“Now you want to talk? I was under the impression you were mute, especially during the briefing,” you snapped.

Poe sighed and rubbed his neck.

“I knew you didn’t do anything wrong. I was afraid if I said anything, they’d think I was just trying to cover for you.”

His logic was sound. Poe did spend an inordinate amount of time talking his way out of trouble. But you still felt betrayed by his silence today. This is why you didn’t do feelings. It made things difficult and unreasonable. You pulled the old kit from a box and tossed it to Poe.

“Make it up to me,” you said pulling off your shirt, leaving you in a breast band. BB-8 whistled and spun around, giving you privacy.

Poe looked at the micro-suture gun in his hands before focusing on the scarlet-tinged bacta patch on your side. He fished a pair of skin-gloves out of the kit and put them on. He kneeled in front of you, prodding your skin. You bit your lip as he peeled the patch away.

“Why didn’t you say anything? This should have been taken care of hours ago.” He wiped away the weeping blood and cursed under his breath.

“Micro sutures might not be enough, especially with an older model like this,” he said as he tried to pinch the wound closed. “We should go to the medical-”

“No. We’ll do it here. I can do it myself if I have to,” you said firmly, reaching for the gun if he wasn’t going to use it.

Poe looked up at you before nodding in agreement. He scooted closer, his palm warm even with the sterile gloves.

“You don’t have any numb-spray, so this is going to hurt,” he warned you.

The suture gun let out a hiss for every stitch placed, and you gripped Poe’s jacket as each one went in. It took 12 sutures for your wound to be closed. Poe wiped the stitched skin and put another bacta patch on top.

“It’ll probably scar a bit, but it’s closed,” he said, pulling off the gloves and tossing them aside.

“Appreciate it,” you thanked him, and eased your tunic back over your head. You felt Poe’s fingertips against the hem of the shirt as he gently pulled it back into place.

“So why did you have me mangle your skin, instead of having one of the medics take care of this?”

“Jannak, his husband is a med-tech. And I came out of this mission with only a scar,” you said simply.

“So you’re punishing yourself?” he asked.

“I’m alive, and he isn’t. I should never have agreed to take on a partner,” you confessed. “I didn’t think he was ready. He wasn’t ready for this.”

You blinked rapidly, swiping at your face with your hand. Poe caught it and held your cheek.

“It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t,” he said earnestly. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I don’t think I can handle this,” you admitted, turning your head away.

“You can. I know you can,” Poe said, taking a step back, moving his hands to your shoulders.

“I’m not made for this. No one trusts me. They think I don’t care.” BB-8 rolled over to your feet, nudging your legs affectionately.

“If you’d let them see you, the real you, they would never believe that. You can let down your guard around others.”

You sniffled a bit, nodding.

“This is going to ruin my mystique a bit. The tough bounty hunter has a heart,” you joked.

“Hanging around me, it’s bound to happen,” Poe said with a laugh.

“I should have never tried to collect your bounty. I would be far away from here, not dealing with cocky flyboys and pushy astromechs.”

“Ah, but where is the fun in that?”

BB-8 whistled and bumped Poe’s legs.

“BB is right, this moment deserves a hug. I need a hug, don’t you need one?” He held out his arms welcomingly.

“Well, if BB-8 says so,” you agreed. You kneeled next to the chatty astromech droid and wrapped your arms around his round body. He beeped happily and spun around in a circle.

Poe pouted and crossed his arms.

“Aw, come on? BB gets a hug and not me? After I stitched up your side?”

“You’ve seen me without my shirt today. A hug deserves a drink first.”

Poe’s eyes glittered in amusement.

“I can do that.”

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rebelminxy · 4 years

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So Done

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Demon!Dean

Word Count:1342

Written for: @fictionalabyss 3k follower challenge

Prompt: #29 “There never was an us.”

Warnings: angst, language, and heartbreak

A/N: Image doesn’t belong to me, found it in the GIF section, the credit belongs to the original owner. Prompt is in bold.

“You can’t do this, (Y/N),” Sam begged as he watched you pack your bags.

You stopped moving when you felt Sam’s hands wrap around your shoulders, your face never showing an ouch of emotion. You took in a deep breath, letting out the lash of words you knew would hurt him the most.

“Sam, all you do is hurt, people. You hurt me so many times,” you began.

“I swear I never meant to hurt you, baby,” he pleaded, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Yet each time hurt more than the last. You left me for Stanford and got with Jessica, came back to me right after she died like I was some replacement. Then when Dean gives up his soul, you drop me at Bobby’s doorstep to go save your brother promising to come back. Yet you went off with that bitch of a demon instead!” you yelled at him, causing him to flinch. “Even when Dean took me to find you, you still took Ruby’s side. And then, once I thought I had you back, you drop your ass into the Pit with Lucifer, not even telling me your plan or a goodbye! Your BROTHER had to give me the news!”

Sam took a step back, the hurt already showing in his eyes. You stood your ground, hands on your hips as you fought back the tears.

“And yet you come back and go straight to Dean, even without a soul you always end back up with him. And do I need to remind you what happened after Dean went to Purgatory? Does the name Amelia ring a bell?! Or do I need to go back even further? Madison, Lori, Sarah and anyone else I’m missing!”

Sam extended his arms out, reaching for you, but you stepped away, your face red with rage.

“And now that your brother turned dark side, you abandon me to find him. How many times do I need to prove to you that I have always been here for you, to help you? Yet you ignore me, hell, you don’t even acknowledge my presence in this bunker! I get things are rough but I thought we were in this together, Sam. But by the looks of it, we aren’t.”

“No, (Y/N/N), it’s not like that! I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend throughout these years…”

“Oh so NOW you wanna call yourself my boyfriend!”

Sam went quiet, looking at you with tears in his eyes. Those puppy dog eyes that always won you over, but not this time.

“I am done with this,” you whispered, turning back to your bags to finish packing. “I am done with the stepping over, the heartbreak, the ‘I need you, (Y/N)’ when clearly you don’t. Do what you want Sam, go and find Dean for all I care. You gonna be much happier with your brother back than with me here.”

“That’s not true,” Sam mumbled. “(Y/N), I...I...lo…”

You closed your bags and threw one over your shoulder, the other in your other hand. You turned and faced him, waiting for the words you had always wanted to hear throughout the years, but never did. You shook your head and chuckled.

“You can’t even say them, can you Samuel?”

Sam winched at you using his name that way, knowing you only used it when you really meant business.

“Fine, don’t worry, I won’t force them out of you like I never forced you to be by my side. I WILLINGLY went through all this because I thought that at least, in the end, you always came to me. I should just slap myself repeatedly for ever thinking I could be the one for you, Winchester.”

You walked out of the room, bags in hand and made your way to the garage of the bunker. You threw the rest of your stuff in the back of your Ford pickup truck and opened the door, about to climb in when Sam yelled out.

“I LOVE YOU, (Y/N)! I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU, LOSE US! YOU ARE ALL I HAVE LEFT!”

“There never was an us,” you replied before jumping into your truck.

You pulled out the garage, looking into your rearview mirror to see Sam drop to his knees, crying as he watched you drive away. You held your emotions together as you drove two towns over. You reached the diner you promised you would be at, arriving a few minutes early. You climbed out your truck and walked inside the diner, noticing how quiet the place was. There were only a few customers, so you walked all the way to the corner booth, wanting some privacy. But that privacy didn’t last long. As you were reading the menu, you felt the table move slightly, already knowing who was there.

“Didn’t think you’d go through with it, (Y/N). Got some balls hurting Sam like that.”

“As long as you keep your promise not to hurt him,” you replied coldly.

“He’s my baby brother, darling. I can only do so much pain.”

You dropped the menu to look at Dean angrily as his eyes turned from their once soft and comforting green to full-on black. You sneered at him as he gave you a smirk, chuckling at your reaction as his eyes turned back to normal.

“Didn’t think you would break his heart that badly though.”

“You said to make sure he would never come looking for me. Now that I gave you what you want, you gonna keep your promise, right? I leave Sam for good and you won’t ever hurt him.”

“You did a better job at hurting him than I ever would, baby,” Dean replied with a smile.

“Don’t call me baby!” you hissed at him.

“Gonna call you whatever I want because now, you belong to me.”

“The hell I do!”

“If you want me to keep my promise in not hurting Sammy, then you listen to whatever I tell you!” Dean boomed back, causing the customers to look in your direction.

You sat in silence, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Good girl always wanted an obedient girl. Had to always hold my tongue whenever I saw the way Sam treated you, using you. I could have given you a better life, baby. Yet you always wanted that spoiled boy.”

“No matter how many times Sam hurt me, I knew deep down he loved me.”

“Never had the balls to say it though,” Dean replied, reminding you exactly what happened hours ago. “I can give you what you want and more, baby. Forget about my brother, he didn’t know how to appreciate a good woman even though he had it.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to even give you a chance when I never gave you a second glance all these years as a human?”

“Because now you’re mine,” Dean replied huskily with a wicked smile on his face. “Gonna make you moan my name just like you did with him, but better and louder.”

All you could do was pick up the menu and look for something to eat, holding back the tears you wanted to let go from hurting Sam as the disgust rolled in your stomach. You hurt the man you loved, and it broke your heart into a million pieces to see him break down like that. But you did it for him, for his safety, for his life. Because even though you knew Sam would always forgive his brother, you didn’t want Dean to give him a reason to despise him forever. If being with Dean would keep him away from your true love, then you would do whatever it took. And if in the end, Sam found out about all this, you would take the blame, because you would rather sacrifice your love than have him lose the only family he had.

You would do what you had to do to keep him safe and alive.

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sorenmarie87 · 4 years

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Will you play with me?

Summary: Dean wants you to play with him.

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader. (Mommy!Reader/Little!Dean)

Word Count: 269

Warning(s): Mommy Kink, established CG/LB relationship, Non-sexual Mommy Kink, Mommy!Reader, little!Dean

A/N:

Written for Mel’s 3k Celebration. My prompt for this one was “Catch me if you can!” and then this appeared out of nowhere

I don’t own the photos used in my aesthetic and all grammar mistakes are my own. PLEASE BE OVER 18 IF YOU READ THIS FIC!! Real talk - please skip this one if the topic makes you uncomfortable.

“Mommy, will you play with me?” You smiled sweetly as those green eyes looked at you and his bottom lip stuck out just a bit. “Please?”

“You know I will, my sweet darling baby boy.” You kissed his cheek gently, and that always made him smile. He tugged on your arm, and that made you chuckle.

Dean was about the same age and height as you, and like Dean, you were concerned about your weight. Dean never told you that you were overweight though, in fact he loved how you looked. Nap time was his favorite, because you’d run your hand through his hair, kiss his back and shoulders and wrap your arms around his torso as he drifted off to sleep. He was always safe with you and it always made you smile that you got to be the big spoon when he was in his little space.

“Mommy, come on!”

“What have I told you about patient, little boy?” Dean stopped tugging on your arm as he looked down at a patch of wild flowers growing behind the bunker.

“That patience is a virtue.”

“That’s right, now you wanna help mommy up?” He slowly looked over at you sitting on the bench that the two of you had built together and his smile slowly returned. Once you were on your feet, with Dean’s help of course, you bopped him on the nose and grinned. Dean giggled and moved so that he was a few steps ahead of you.

With a grin plastered on his face, he looked over his shoulder at you. “Catch me if you can!”

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superbadassnatural · 4 years

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San Antonio/Austin’s ass

Summary: Jared and Y/N decided to marathon Marvel Cinematic Universe movies. And Y/N for one decides to tease the man just a little bit. Pairing: Jared x reader Word count: 1k Warnings: general fluff, mention of quarantine, language A/N: this was written for @fictionalabyss “3k followers challenge”. My prompt is bolded. Also, happy birthday hun! Hope you enjoy your special day :)

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“Gosh, I love this movie,” you squealed as the film began to play in your tv.

You and Jared were trying to relish some time during quarantine. It has been taking a toll on both of you. Seeing all the bad news and realizing that there are a lot of people that don’t care about what’s happening were starting to wear on you. So you decided that, in order to keep you and your husband sane, you’d try to enjoy your time at home. You needed that. This year was already heavy enough with Supernatural coming to an end and now all of this… it was almost unbearable.

“Yeah, you do,” he chuckled.

So you decided to do something you both have been wanting to do for quite a while now but never found time. You were marathoning all 23 films of Marvel Cinematic Universe. You both had already seen all movies, but this time you were doing in chronological order. You’d started on Captain America: the first avenger. Then Captain Marvel and so on. And today you were finally watching Avengers: Endgame. It wasn’t the last one, but still, you were excited.

You curled up to Jared, resting your face on his chest. He was laying on your reclining couch, his ankles crossed. His arm was resting on your waist, making sure you were pressed to him. His warmth spreading through your body.

Although only the first 30 minutes had been played on your tv, you noticed Jared was slightly off. Every now and then he’d turn his attention to his phone. And when the screen had his attention, his phone would buzz on his leg and have his awareness. On your peripheral view, you managed to glance at his mobile and noticed he was texting Jensen.

“Everything okay?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Just answering Jay.”

“He’s okay?”

Jared nodded, this time turning his attention to the tv. After a few minutes, his phone buzzed again. You didn’t want to get annoyed, especially because he’s talking to his best friend but this was your thing. Noticing he just wouldn't let go of that damn phone, you decided to take a stand to draw his attention back to your moment.

”Argh, he's so gorgeous, ” you groaned. His eyes lifted from his screen to the tv, seeing Captain America on his stealth suit. ”I mean look at that hair, ” you added, noticing Jared growing uncomfortable as you kept on admiring the character. ”oh, and his blue eyes are so pretty. I could get lost in them for hours.”

Your husband dropped his phone to his side and his grip on you tightened a little bit. A sly grin made its way to your lips. Mission accomplished.

”Whoa, that’s definitely America’s ass,” truth is you were starting to enjoy the way he was responding, so you decided to tease him a little bit more.

”That’s what now?” his head snapped at you.

”America’s ass,” you chuckled, biting your lip as a fight began to play out on your screen. Your eyes glued on what's in front of you as he scanned you up and down. ”What?”

”Uh… Nothing,” he turned his attention back to the movie. His cheeks looking a little flushed.

”Jared?” he hummed. ”Are you jealous?” you knew the answer to that question, but you were enjoying this a little too much.

”What? No, of course not, ” he shook his head. His voice rose about an octave as he tried to deny his jealousy. His lips were pressed together and his eyes were wide under knitted brows. ”Why would I be, right? Steve Rogers isn't even real.”

”Right? There's no reason to be jealous,” you shrugged. ”Like you just said, he isn't real… But at least Chris Evans is.”

Jared froze at your words. You could've sworn his face was missing a little bit of color. It took every ounce of strength to keep you from laughing.

”Gosh, I’d really like to work with him, ” you rambled. Your eyes fixed on the film, but you could still catch your husband on your peripheral. ”What wouldn't I give to play his love interest…” you trailed off as Jared continued to shift uncomfortably beside you. ”To kiss that mouth… And, of course, act with him. Oh, and you know how intimate some scenes can be, right? I mean, we both know it from our own experience, but-”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Sam burst. You jumped at the sound of his voice, quickly pausing the movie as you stared at him wide eyed. “You have a goddamned husband for God’s sake.”

“I knew you were jealous.” you squeaked. Your hand reaching for his face, but he pulled away.

“Oh really? All this show just to prove a point?”

“I just wanted your attention, Jare,” you said, leaning to peck his lips. “But, see, there’s no reason to be jealous,”

“Oh yeah?” he raised his eyebrow at you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Of course. First, I’m all yours. For the rest of our lives,” you moved so you’d straddle his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his calloused hands reached for your hips. “Second, I’d rather work with my sexy beast. So much better,” you chuckled. Your fingers playing with his hair. “I mean, this gorgeous hair… hazel eyes, hot abs… these can do things to a girl,” he smirked, his attention solely on you. “Sides, I’d rather have San Antonio/Austin’s ass than America’s any day.”

“So I’m just San Antonio/Austin’s ass?” he pouted playfully.

“Nah, you’re the whole freaking Texas, baby,” you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile slightly against you.

“But he’s still America’s?”

“So? Who cares? Plus, I bet your ass is perkier,” he chuckled. “And I’d have Sam Winchester stopping the damn apocalypse than Steve Rogers fighting Thanos.”

“You would?” he asked. His hazel eyes sparking.

“Yeah… most of the time at least.” You shrugged.

A squeal left your lips as Jared threw your back on the couch, hovering over your body and claiming your lips. His hands roaming every bit of skin of yours. And the movie? It was long forgotten. You’d certainly have to watch it another day.

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