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harmless (xiii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, smidge of angst, guns, little bit of violence, obnoxious flirting, and kidnapping lol

Word count: 6.2k

A/N: welcome to chaos week >:) this is the first of three updates coming out this week (if i can finish the last one in time). big thank you to my love @no-shit-sherl0ck for the kidnaped!reader idea, and that one anon who suggested the inator that’s used here. i know you wanted to see it in a zoo but i couldn’t really figure out a way to use that so i referenced it a bunch in previous chapters. oh and also @ginevranights for this specific imagery

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

Who the fuck kidnaps a villain in this day and age?

Saturday started normally enough.

Nat kicked Bucky’s ass in training, evening the score to 120 and 120. He blames it on the lack of sleep. She tells him that it’s his fault he stayed up late to binge watch 911 Lone Star.

He still thinks it was worth it.

The team’s sunshines and rainbows that morning. Someone had cooked up a batch of pancakes and fresh orange juice. Someone else burnt the bacon but left to feed his dog before anyone could complain.

Nat opened up the newspaper. Different sections went to different people until Bucky got stuck with the entertainment section. Fun, considering that he doesn’t even recognise half the names. He’d have to pretend to be interested until the next rotation.

He watches the orange juice levitate in front of him from the corner of his eye and just assumes that Wanda’s getting a refill even though she could have just asked him to pass it. He smells the next batch of bacon burning and figures that Clint is back.

Sam’s beside him, annoying him about how long it takes for him to read about which new celebrity relationship just ended and Bucky retaliates by reading even slower. Fuck you.

He’s on his second stack of pancakes absolutely drenched in maple syrup when the doors to the elevator open and Marie steps out, laptop in her hand.

An instant chorus of hello’s and invitations to have some charred bacon resound through the table. She politely declines them with a small smile, instead opening her laptop and placing it in front of Bucky without further ado.

He looks at her questioningly, slowly swallowing whatever was in his mouth.

“An email for you.” She tuts her head towards it. “It has a video attachment of your friend.”

Bucky has plans to not watch the video in front of everyone, given that the content could range anywhere from you reading out fanfiction about him to a deep-fake of him singing a Whitney Houston song.

Both of which you have done before and would do again, without any hesitation.

“Aren’t you gonna watch it?” Wanda asks from across the table.

He slowly shakes his head no, cutting his stack into smaller pieces.

“If what’s in it is real, it’s important,” Marie stresses.

“What’s in it?” he inquires instead, hoping that the team would stop staring at him. If Marie was implying strongly that he needed to watch then something was wrong.

“Just watch it, man.” Sam’s statement has everyone agreeing with him. Bucky can’t refuse now, and if the team makes fun of him for the next month about how he looks good belting Greatest Love of All, he’s going to personally assassinate you.

He clicks on the email, noticing it came from a throwaway address. Probably untraceable, if the cards are played right.

The video opens to grainy footage, which is stupid considering modern technological advancements. If this is one more of your stupid LARPing sessions, it could definitely wait till after lunch.

But, he instantly recognises your silhouette strapped to a chair and suddenly the room feels very cold around him. His hand automatically clutches onto a bead from the bracelet you gave him that still remained tied to his left arm more often than not.

“Speak,” someone commands off camera.

“About what?” You sound annoyed, exasperated even.

“Why you’re here.”

“I’m here because you have unaddressed feelings of childhood insecurity.”

“I warned you to take this seriously.”

Bucky’s eyes widen slightly but his body relaxes the minute he reads the situation.

The team’s crowded around him, he can feel it. His attention remains on the screen in front of him.

“Who even are you sending this to?” You don’t sound the least bit threatened. “My roommate’s not at home but my cat is and I don’t think she’d care.”

”You’ve made a complete joke out of villains everywhere. Fraternising with the enemies, the Avengers,” he spits the name with so much vitriol. “You’ve erased what it’s like to be truly evil. Turned us into a laughing stock.”

“If it takes one person to undermine your whole movement then maybe it wasn’t strong enough to begin with.” You look at someone outside the lens, face scrunching in distaste. “Also your costume’s ugly.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you trace this voice?” Bucky asks, receiving an immediate confirmation. “Figure out who it is.”

“On it.”

“Tell them. Tell them we are a serious threat and are to be feared.”

"No,” you say resolutely. “You’re an overgrown manchild. Go watch Teletubbies or something.”

“She does not give a shit,” Clint marvels at the situation, a piece of half eaten burnt toast between his fingers.

You didn’t. And if he knew you in the slightest, which he prided himself on at this point, you already had six different ways of getting out of there.

“She knows she’s going to be fine,” Bucky murmurs, returning back to take a bite of his pancakes. “She’s probably still there just to irritate him.”

He zeroes in on your wrist to see if the teleportation watch was still there but no, your wrists are bare. Guess you forgot.

“You have to.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s how a real villain does it.”

“A real villain- what are you, gatekeeping the villain community?” You scoff. “You sound like a fuckin’ incel.”

“Just send them a message,” the guy bellows, hitting a table.

“She’s going to frustrate them to death.” An accurate observation, Sam.

“Okay, jeez, fine.”

Bucky just knows that you rolled your eyes at that moment.

He had faith in you, or in your abilities at the very least. While every wisecrack could possibly inch you closer towards harm, you probably wouldn’t be making them unless you felt completely secure in your situation.

“Help, I’m totally kidnapped and in danger. Save me because I can’t do it myself. This man is too powerful and strong and sooo scary.”

“Do you think she has a strategy?”

“Definitely.”

“You’re not worried, James?” Wanda asks curiously. “I thought she was your friend.”

“She is my friend.” He reaches over to take the jug of orange from across the table. “That’s why I’m not worried.”

“Are you going to fight the Avengers?” you interrupt his endless tirade. “Because that’s a stupid plan. You get how that’s a stupid plan, right?”

“Let them come. I’m prepared.”

“With what? A stick you found outside? A Nerf gun? Man, you’ve tied my hands with fuckin’ zip ties, you can’t be serious-”

“Shut up,” he roared and the stand shakes slightly from where he stamps his feet. “Our army is enough.”

“Wow,” you exhale. “I wish I had your confidence, I really do. I want to study you under a microscope.”

“I have reinforcements.” It sounds like he turns to the camera to address it directly. “This is a warning. Your friends have an hour to find you or things are gonna turn ugly. This is what real evil looks like.”

“Evil dresses in a dollar store Speedo, apparently.” The man pays you no heed, instead picking up the camera. “Hey, sarge, if you’re watching this, don’t bother. I’m fine, it’s not even the real me-”

The camera cuts to black.

“When was this video sent?” Nat looks at Marie, eyebrows drawn together.

“About ten minutes ago.”

Bucky clicks out of the email, determined to get at least half his breakfast in him before he left to see what’s up with your situation. A notification pops up immediately.

[email protected] just sent you an email.

A video attachment.

“We got another one,” Bucky informs the team, drawing their attention back to the screen from the informal conversation that had erupted between them about what they could do.

This time, there’s a subject line included.

Attack on the Clone.

"Ain’t that a Star Wars movie?" he asks, craning his neck to look at Clint.

"That's Attack of the Clones," Sam corrects. "Probably autocorrect."

Bucky narrowed his eyes in suspicion at him, jaw sliding outward before falling back into place. Enough times had Sam called him Fucky in the group chat and gotten away with it for him not to be wary.

“Or a code,” Wanda suggests, too many crime thrillers read and podcasts listened in her spare time. She occasionally brought them over to Self Care Saturday, introducing him to the world of true crime as a bit of light content while they snacked on chocolate chip cookies he baked. “Like the Zodiac.”

“For what?” Bucky peers over at her.

“All I remember from that movie is them rolling around a field together,” Clint mutters. “Maybe that’s how you’re supposed to save her.”

“I’m not saving anyone. Look at her, she’s fine.” Is he the only one who saw it?

When he’s met with skeptical looks and no other useful suggestions, he presses play on the video.

This time it's clearer footage. It hardly takes him a second to ascertain where it was.

"That's her lair." It showed the pathway leading up to the flat concrete building, exactly where the intercom should be.

There was a black Sedan parked haphazardly outside, engine still on judging by the sound of the radio blasting an AC/DC song.

Within a few seconds, someone drags you from the entrance of the lair to the car, despite your very clear protests and opposition, shoving you inside before it takes off in full speed, tires screeching.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., track the car from that video. Check all the CCTV and surveillance footage from around the area that you can find," Bucky commands, taking a sip of orange juice.

"Why would they send us that?" Clint pipes up. "They make their email untraceable but send us a video of the fuckin' abduction itself?"

"I don't know." Bucky shakes his head, setting his glass down. "She probably convinced them to."

It was an unusual scenario, he realised that. But his eyebrows lower in contemplation, his lip caged between his lip before a thought suddenly occurs to him. A laugh in disbelief almost escapes his throat ad he pushes it down with some freshly cut strawberries.

"And they listened?"

"I don't think you realise how annoying she can be." He knows, though. He knows. "Bet they regret it, though. I should tell them to keep her for a little longer."

"Voice recognition registers voice to someone named Chad, better known by his alias Soul Crusher. Surveillance footage places the car about thirty minutes away. Exact location sent to your phone GPS."

Soul Crusher. That was worse than Dr. Strange.

"I can make that fifteen." Bucky shrugs, setting down his fork and knife. If his hunch is right, the team didn’t really have to get involved. “See you guys later.”

“Do you want any of us coming with you?” Wanda gestures to the crowd at hand.

“I got it.” He pushes away from the table, depositing his plate in the sink, dropping an extra piece of bacon on the ground for Clint’s dog. “She’ll be alright.”

They watch him trail out of the room briskly, heading up to his room to change.

“Is it just me or is he too casual about this?” Clint continues staring long after he leaves.

“Both of them are weirdos.” Nat pulls open the newspaper again, going back to the sport’s section. “Who knows what goes in their heads.”

“Can confirm that not a lot goes on in his.”

Without Bucky to retaliate or grumble, a Steve walking into the room, sweaty and shiny after training becomes the new subject of jokes that morning.

For the first time in months, he’s had to bring a weapon or two along with him. Two revolvers and a couple of knives kept out of plain view. He wouldn’t need more than that anyway.

True to his word, it takes only fifteen minutes to get there, thirteen if he didn’t stop for the chain of ducks that crossed the street.

He’s also dressed in a little more leather than he usually reserves for your meetings. A jacket that brings to act as a windbreaker and tightly laced up combat boots make him look like he either stepped off a runway, or more menacing than usual depending on who was looking.

The GPS points him to an old warehouse near a more subdued part of the city. It was abandoned by the looks of it, and had been for a while judging by the lack of upkeep. Prime real estate.

He pulls off his helmet, hanging it on the handlebar along with his backpack before kicking the stand into place. The bike’s a few metres away just in case they decide to blow something up.

Bucky looks up at the warehouse, assessing the most damage he could do to it if at all it was needed. That thing could barely stand on its own, a grenade would absolutely decimate it. That wasn’t good news for you.

He sighs once before putting on his death glare, straightening out his shoulders into a stature that screams stone-cold, and pushes the door open, gun raised.

A mini-army of people ranging from their early twenties to late thirties stood guard at the entrance, all with rifles pointed at him. He counts fifteen, maybe eighteen.

“Oh, hell no,” a voice erupts from the back, followed by the sound of his gun being thrown to the ground. “No one told me that he was coming.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, his death glare not shifting and Glock not lowering.

“I’m out.” The same guy raises his hands up to show he meant no harm, slowly brushing past Bucky as he squeezed out of the building.

“You got five seconds to leave before I shut this door,” Bucky gives the rest of them an ultimatum. Not like there was a point anyway. SHIELD was sending down some people to account for the one day rise in new morons.

They all looked at each other, swallowing thickly before raising their weapons.

“I hope he’s giving you good insurance.” The second he finishes his sentence they all cry out in what sounds like a fucking war chant, launching themselves at him.

______

“They’re here.” Someone presses his ear to the door as if the gunshots and screaming weren’t enough.

“Brilliant. We’re ready.” Chad picks up the knife, running his finger along the sharp end. You try to see if you can use your Twitter-ordained powers of manifestation for a paper cut.

“How much are you asking them for?” You put forth a query instead, when it disappointingly doesn’t work.

“Asking who for what?” Chad stops his dumb intimidation tactic for a second.

“You know,” you insist like it was obvious, “my ransom. How much did you ask them to pay?”

“We didn’t-” He looks around at the other people in the room for confirmation. “-we didn’t ask for any.”

“Because I’m invaluable?” Your head droops to the side in mock flattery. “Aw, you guys.”

“We didn’t think of it,” someone from the corner behind you speaks up, coming to the aid of their boss.

“Now that’s just rude.” You tut, shifting maybe an inch or two in your bounds to try and get more comfortable. “Leaving aside your lack of preparation, let’s just assume he bursts in here, desperate and ready to bargain. How much would you ask for?”

“Three million,” Chad says confidently, gathering a nod and sounds of agreement from everyone else.

“Are you serious?” Your jaw drops, a scoff escaping you. “That’s all?”

His self-assurance falters a little bit, you can see it under his 5 Minutes Craft mask.

“Three mill-” You stop mid-sentence. “With this wiring? Ridiculous. Make it ten, I demand it.”

“We’ll ask for fifteen mil,” Chad proposes, his teammates agreeing again, a little more delighted than last time.

“Ask for thirty, you coward,” you argued. “Thirty million and a jet.”

“You’re not worth that much.” The dipshit diagonal to you pipes up with his unwanted and, frankly, useless opinion.

“And you are?” You whip around the best you can. “Henchman number four?”

“Megedagik,” he informs, standing up a little taller now that he was given some importance. “It means ‘killer of many’.”

“Did you just say your name was Mega Dick?”

“Megedagik,” he corrects.

You stare at him hard before turning away. “Alright, other than Mega Dick here, does anyo-”

A knife lands right next to your feet, driven at least an inch into the ground. You look up at the guy you managed to piss off within four sentences, his face now a beet red.

“These are brand new, asshole,” you barked, shaking your shoes around. “You’re gonna pay if there’s even a scratch on it.”

“Permission to kill her?” Meg growls, casting a side eye at Chad.

The boss man looks at you thoughtfully, assessing the repercussions of what might happen. You raise an eyebrow.

“Slow and painful,” he settles.

A small smirk makes its way onto your face.

“Title of your sex tape,” you quip as the man in the corner storms towards you.

_____

It’s all a flurry, really. A bunch of inexperienced newcomers versus one of the most skilled assassins the world had ever seen? Ten minutes tops.

Bucky doesn’t do any serious damage. A couple of broken bones but only out of necessity, a lot of concussions, and maybe a bullet wound, or three, here and there.

Most of the time he spends thinking about things that have absolutely nothing to do with what was going on. He forgot to take his laundry out of the machine. There was a biscotti recipe he had been procrastinating on trying. His succulents needed watering but he could do that once he was back. Was he wearing his good combat pants or was it the pair that had a hole in the pocket?

His left hand thrust outwards to shove someone away while he stuck his right hand into his pocket to check if it had frayed away. The person he pushed slams into a wall with a loud groan and no, his pants didn’t have a hole in them.

He stops to take a breather, assess what was going on. There are bodies scattered all around, mostly writhing in pain from minor injuries. Someone very bravely stands up, hands posed in front of him in a regular fighting stance.

“You sure about this?” Bucky asks, reaching for one of the concealed knives he hadn’t had a chance of using yet. It twirls rather nimbly between his fingers for something so dangerous, the hilt finally landing in his palm for a sturdy grip.

The man takes one look at the knife before sitting right back down on the ground.

“Good choice,” his voice drops to an octave lower than his self-esteem. He’s tired of this old routine but it works like a neat little party trick, often getting him the result he wanted. “Where?”

A few fingers point down the hall to the only room whose door was closed.

He makes sure to step over everyone who was lying along the way, ears tuned in to even the smallest of noises just in case one of them decided to attack him from the back. It doesn’t come.

He doesn’t bother creeping down the hallway. With all the ruckus that just went on outside, he’s pretty sure it’s obvious that they had an intruder.

Bucky kicks in the large steel door with ease, given that it was barely hanging on its hinges. His gun’s raised, muscles tight, and senses on high alert for any immediate threats.

It lands with a large thud, reverberating through the room. He’s reminded of your first meeting with him.

There’s a chair in the middle of the room with a person tied to it by a mixture of rope and tape. Others found themselves slithering around on the floor in a similar fashion, trying to get out of their bondages.

“Hey, James,” you call out, drawing his attention to you. You were sitting atop a table, legs swinging back and forth without a care in the world, a blade in your hand.

“You okay?” He tucks the gun into his waistband when he realises that none of the henchmen are going to be going anywhere soon.

“All good.” You hop off the table with a little spring in your step. “Did you bring your bike? I need a ride back to the lair. I think I left the TV on when I was, you know, getting kidnapped.”

“You coulda teleported back home before all of this even happened.” Bucky does a quick assessment of your body to make sure there weren’t any bruises or anything of the sort. “Avoided the whole thing.”

“Don’t have the watch with me.” Odd, since he knows you consider it one of your essentials but it just fuels his theory further. “Besides, if I just quit before we started, they’d keep messing with me over and over again.”

“Do you want me to punch someone’s face in?” He glances around the room at the ones wiggling about on the floor like fucking worms. “I’d be happy to.”

“Nah, I got a few in myself.” You rotate your wrist, other hand still holding onto the knife. “You know what, maybe I’ll have another go.”

He simply makes a noise in acknowledgement before he places a hand on the hem of your shirt, gently reeling you back. “I think you fixed ‘em up real good. That’s enough for today.”

“Fine but only ‘cause you said so.” You huff, looking past him and at the weirdos on the ground. “You hear that? This man just saved your life. Say ‘thank you’.”

A muffled chorus of what sounded like appreciation echoed through the room. Bucky awkwardly looks around.

“Damn right.” You walk over to the guy in charge of the whole event, bending down to his level. “If you ever try to fuck with us again...”

You stare straight into his eyes, unblinking. You hold up the knife to his Adam’s apple. Chad doesn’t dare to move other than the thick swallow.

You raise your finger and flick him in the forehead. “Get a better costume.”

The corner of Bucky’s lip quirks upward.

“Let’s go, sarge,” you announce, standing upright again and making a motion to follow you. “D’you have an extra helmet I could use?”

“Yeah.” He had brought one along in his bag, assuming that you’d need one once he noticed the watch was missing in the footage.

“Yay.”

The only storage space on his bike was under his seat and it’s just enough for an extra revolver. Clint asked him if it was his way of flirting with someone, give ‘em a quick spin around the city and then show them his gun. If looks could kill, Clint would be 7 feet under.

“You sure you wanna ride it, though?” He cringes immediately when he realises what it sounds like, waiting for you to smack the innuendo in his face. “We could wait for SHIELD.”

“Don’t really have another choice, Bucky,” you say absentmindedly, strolling out the room as you tossed the knife behind you.

He frowns at your indifference but turns around for a second to look at Chad. The man in question looks back viciously, his grandeur from that morning basically deflated and left to die along with his reputation.

“Might wanna reconsider the name,” Bucky remarks, doing a quick sweep of the area once more. “Soul Crusher.”

He waits until both of you are outside the cell and the door is shut on the ringleader and his circus clowns, handlebar twisted out of place so that they don’t escape for the time being.

“One second,” he calls, touch gently lingering on your forearm to stop you without even thinking twice about it. A famously uncharacteristic move for him.

"Hm?” You don’t even look like you notice his action.

“You sure you’re good?” he asks seriously, actual concern slipping through the question. “Do you need medical assistance?”

“They couldn’t hurt me anyway.” There’s something strange about the way you say it, almost assuredly. “I’m good.”

“Okay,” he concedes, his hand darting back when he realises it was still on your arm. His eyebrows furrow when he realises how instinctively he had reached out in the first place. He didn’t touch anyone, ever.

“What are we gonna do about them?” you inquire, stepping over someone on the floor to get to the exit.

“Marie told Agent Hill. They’re sending someone over.”

“They’re sending SHIELD for these wannabes?” Someone groans in protest from somewhere and you elect to ignore them. “Ew.”

“Just to make sure confidential information isn’t compromised in any way.” There’s a large bang that comes from the room they just left. Maybe one of them shot their teammate by accident. They were more than capable of doing it.

“I would never,” you exacted a little more solemnly, pushing the door open with your elbow to let the sunlight flood in.

“I know.” He doesn’t realise how dark it was in the warehouse until he steps out into the noon sun. “I’m pretty sure this is more about the fact that you were abducted.”

“For me?” The smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes the way he kinda likes. Something definitely felt off. “I love being class favourite.”

He doesn’t reply, a small grunt as he twists the handle of the warehouse door upwards, effectively jamming it.

“Can I drive?” You bat your eyelashes at him innocently, disregarding the loud screaming that came from inside as those less injured probably regrouped for a last ditch attempt.

“No,” he doesn’t hesitate in replying, handing you a helmet and buckling his own securely.

“But I just got kidnapped,” you complained, watching him swing a leg over the bike and straddle it. Okay then.

“All the more reason for you not to drive right now.” He mentions for you to get on, squinting at the warehouse a few feet away.

“Fine, but next time I’m driving,” you grumble, climbing on the back.

“Do you even know how to?” His head is tilted to look at you from the corner of his eye, voice heavier on account of the obstruction on his face.

The door starts shaking violently and he knows for a fact that it won’t hold up for much longer. Some of those who he had knocked out probably had been shaken awake again for manpower.

“I can learn.” You take a pause, mischief seeping into your next words. “You can teach me.”

“No.” He didn’t exactly practice what was considered safe, law abiding driving. He just got from one point to another and that’s all he cared about.

“Then I’ll do it myself.” You sound determined. “I’m going to leave a note for us in the lair.”

“You do that.” He revs the engine when something solid hits the metal door. As guessed, their usage of props to push it down faster was coming into play. “Now, can you hold on to something? We need to go.”

If only those idiots just realised that the windows covered by newspapers were right there, ready to be broken.

“Only if you promise to let me drive next time,” you say defiantly, drawing this whole ordeal out.

“Whatever,” he urges. “I promise. Now can we go?”

“Wait for it...” There’s a devilish smile on your face. “One.”

There’s a loud creak as the door finally gives way.

“Two.” The same people you left tied up in the room burst out, almost stumbling over each other in the process.

“Three,” he completes it on his own, not waiting for you to finish because God knows how long you’d stretch it out just for the drama.

Your excited screech of laughter as he narrowly misses a rod that gets thrown at him like a fucking javelin temporarily distracts him from the brain freeze he gets when your arms wind around his waist to hold yourself in place.

There’s angry screaming and bullets that whiz past in an attempt to get him to stop but a swift turn around a corner, pulling the both of you out of their sight is enough to get rid of them.

“We should get a few weapons and go back,” you yell over the wind rushing by, barely audible.

“You do that in your own free time,” he shouts in response, yanking you through narrower lanes and less popular streets.

“Maybe I will, you bore.”

Still, you shut up for the rest of the ride, only grumbling when he stops the bike to tell you that no, you cannot let go just because you want to throw your hands in the air like in the movies.

You hop off when he finally pulls up on the street outside your lair, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. He waits patiently as you unbuckle the helmet, switching off the engine.

“You gonna drop me off at my door too, now?” You snicker, fingers pulling off the helmet.

He looks at you for a second before dropping the kickstand into place and dismounting from the motorcycle.

“I was kidding.” You laugh, handing him your headgear that he shoves into his backpack.

“You’re pretty capable of gettin’ abducted along the way.” An absurd notion, considering it’s a short path from the road to the door.

“Oh, how chivalrous.” You let him tag along anyway, for his peace of mind.

“My ma didn’t expect any less.” A couple of sharp lessons from Winifred Barnes and Bucky was nothing short of a damn angel.

You knock on the door three times, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited.

“Aren’t you the one with the key?” Bucky questions, one hand on his waist.

The door swung open in the middle of his sentence revealing... you.

Another you.

“Nah, she has it.” Ex-Kidnapped-You raises your head in acknowledgement at Doorway-You.

“Ah.” He fucking knew it. An unnatural sense of smugness blossoms in his chest.

“Hey,” the both of you said at the same time.

Doorway-You looked way more relaxed, a little less grimy and dishevelled but exactly the same.

“Buck, I see you met my other half,” the you from the doorway greets him. “Or other whole, actually.”

“Sure did.” He sends a glance at Ex-Kidnapped-You.

“You can go on in. Big first day, huh?” Doorway-You refers to the you beside him.

“You wouldn’t believe,” Ex-Kidnaped-You mutters, pushing past the entrance and disappearing inside.

“She gonna be okay?” His gaze trails after your clone.

“Oh yeah, just needs to recharge.” You turn around to make sure she’s fine. “She’s made of some pretty strong carbon, technically almost indestructible.”

No wonder ‘you’ said they couldn’t hurt you.

“Heya, sarge.” You draw his attention back to you. “Always good to see you.”

“Can’t really say the same about you.”

“Ever the emotional repressor, Mr Barnes. I like this little leather show you got going, did ya wear it just for me?”

He shifts his balance to his other foot, feet slightly wide apart. “Take it that the clone machine finally worked?”

“I was in the middle of celebrating.” You sigh, recalling the events of that morning. “Teleported home for a second to get some champagne and when I came back she was gone.”

“Irresponsible.” He tsks, head shaking in disappointment.

“Sorry I didn’t take amateur kidnappers into account for my risk factor analysis, Bucky,” you shoot back, pressing on his name for added annoyance. “Anyway, I did the responsible thing. I sent all the evidence I had to you guys.”

“Real clever.” Bucky looks at you in dry amusement. “Attack on the clone? Really?”

“Hey, always make time for a good pun.” You finger gun, lopsided grin on your face. “Did the team like it?”

“They thought it was a typo.” Or a code. He really had Wanda to thank for his big revelation. “Your video didn’t help either.”

“Don’t tell me they couldn’t make out it was me.” You laugh, crossing your arms over your chest.

He doesn’t reply, pursing his lip inwards in sympathy, but more so to conceal a smile.

The happiness drops from your face slowly, horror taking its place. “Don’t tell me they couldn’t make out it was me.”

“Good job, your machine worked,” he adds helpfully.

“C’mon, there were so many differences,” you whine, the success of your endeavour the last thing on your mind.

“That is your literal clone,” he points out, only to see you- clone you- walk into the giant box in the corner of the room, bright green light emanating from it like a xerox machine.

“How could they not tell the original apart from a copy?” You look genuinely offended. Insane. “Not even Sam?”

“Guess you’re not unique enough.” A rise and fall of his shoulders signify his attitude towards this whole thing. “Think I like your copy better, too, actually.”

“You’re so mean.” You puff in disbelief. “I’m a 100% original. How many mad scientist teachers do you know?”

“Two.”

“I don’t mean now, that’s not even the-” You poke at his rock hard chest. “You are so much more annoying than when I first met you.”

He thinks it’s good relationship development.

“I have to deal with you every weekend.” He watches your finger drop from his chest. “Picked it up along the way.”

“Boo hoo, talking like you don’t have deep, deep feelings for me.” You roll your eyes. “I see right through you, Bucky Barnes.”

“Can you see the part that couldn’t give less of a shit?” He gestures to himself. “It’s all of it.”

“You think you’re such a comedian, huh?” You narrow your eyebrows. “How did you know she was a fake then, huh?”

Busted.

“Probably ‘cause you didn’t talk as much today,” he dodges. “Actually had some peace of mind for a change.”

“You knew before you got there, you liar.” You push past his fabrications. “You figured it out before everyone else.”

“You literally put it in the title.”

“Yeah, but the rest of the team saw it too.”

“Rest of the team didn’t know you were building a goddamn clone machine for months.”

“You remembered that?” You pulled away, palm over your heart. “Oh, sarge, you paid attention to me.”

His nose twitches.

“You said it, like, eight hundred times.” He could use both his hands to count the number of references you had offhandedly made in the last three weeks alone.

“Why'd you go save me when you knew it wasn't real?” you continue to challenge relentlessly, knowing fully well that he was fibbing.

“Because you fuckin’ peer pressured me. Had the whole team around me when you sent your little video during breakfast.”

“Just admit it,” you coo, ignoring all his justifications. “You noticed it was fake me right away but showed up anyway because you’re wildly in love with me.”

“No,” he says stiffly.

“No as in you won’t admit it you have a crush on me, or no as in you didn’t know it was fake me?”

There was no winning this.

“Good day to you.” He pulls the motorcycle helmet on to hide the expression that plain as day screamed the former of your two options.

“Also,” you bring up indignantly, “she even got to ride the fucking bike and I’ve been asking to drive it for months now!”

“We-” he chooses his words carefully. “-compromised.”

“Oh, you did?” Your voice lowers at the newfound information, interest piqued. “I’m gonna hold you to that then, whatever it is.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Absolutely does,” you huff. “A promise is legally binding. Blue’s Clues taught me that.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

“You’re my knight in leathery armour,” you swoon, switching sides immediately, “Kinda.”

“See you next week,” he says in farewell, determined to leave before you made it worse. “Try not to get killed by then.”

“Why, so you can do it yourself? Protective much?” You pull him back when he starts walking away, laughing slightly. “Wait a second, you weirdo.”

He sighs, staying put anyway, arms crossed impatiently over his chest.

You pull out the pen tucked behind your ear and slowly tap him twice on each shoulder in a makeshift knighting ceremony. “For your sacrifice.”

He rolls his eyes at the ludicrousness, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth.

You ignore his lack of enthusiasm, pressing your fingertips to your lips in a small kiss and then to his nose, given that it was the only part of his face you had access to.

“That was for your bravery.” You grin brightly at him and he sure as hell is glad he’s wearing the stupid helmet because he can feel his cheeks light up a bright crimson.

“Thanks.” His voice sounds gruffer than a second ago. He clears his throat.

“Now you’re my knight in leathery armour,” you fawn, nearly falling over yourself dramatically. “Let’s ride into the sunset together. I love you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he calls out over his shoulder, turning away to return to his bike. “I despise you.”

“But you don’t.”

He really didn’t.

also i managed to fuck my phone up really bad so all proceeds from my ko-fi go towards getting it fixed

Next part

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes angst #harmless fic #winter soldier x reader #Winter Soldier #bucky barnes #bucky

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astudyinfreewill · 3 years

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hey did i ever mention that for a few days back in ye olde 2014, before s10 ever aired, i became briefly deeply obsessed with the idea of demon!dean becoming the new cain and recruiting demon!bela to be his second-in-command aka the new abaddon? i even decided i would write a multichapter fic about it but only ever published two chapters because 1) hyperfixation ran out and 2) i really didn’t think the plot through very hard other than “dean and bela being sexy narrative mirrors again except this time they’re Evil and Doing Crime for fun”. and frankly i think that was a good concept if not very well planned out!! sexier than the actual demon!dean arc we got at least!!

ANYWAY i never finished the fic but more importantly i DID make a playlist for it on 8tracks (because those were the cursed pre-spotify days) and while that playlist is also EXTREMELY 2014 i simply refuse to be embarrassed about it bc it DOES have bangers on it, and it’s, to this day, the only spn playlist i have ever made (yes. an au demon!dean and demon!bela playlist. i don’t know either. life is wild y’all). so i’m bringing it back like a ~blast from the past~ (and YES i even made a poorly edited cover and tracklist. what was i gonna do, simply not make a cd leaflet?! it was 2014.) you’re welcome ✨

it’s 2021 babey and you can listen to the playlist here ✨

(but because spotify is ~too cool~ to list dodgy youtube remixes and i want you to have the FULL cheesy 2014 throwback experience, here is the skorge remix of “sail” and here is the glitch mob remix of “seven nation army” )

and because i was a complete floozy for lyrics even 7 years ago... you can find the extended tracklist with significant lyric snippets under the cut. enjoy besties 💕

1. Feral Love // Chelsea Wolfe

Run from the light Your eyes black like an animal Deep in the water

2. Back In Black // AC/DC

Forget the hearse, ‘cause I’ll never die I got nine lives, cat’s eyes, using every one of them and runnin’ wild 'Cause I’m back, yes I’m back, well I’m back, yes I’m back Well I’m back in black, yes I’m back in black

3. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Holy water cannot help you now A thousand armies couldn’t keep me out I don’t want your money, I don’t want your crown See, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down

4. Lilith // Susanne Sundfør

As you lie across the table you swear and rhyme You lie across the table, you swear and rhyme Thinking that someone might suit your body

5. Sinister Kid // The Black Keys

I’ve got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp A bad combination in the dark

6. Heaven Knows // The Pretty Reckless

Oh, Lord, Heaven knows we belong way down below Oh, Lord, tell us so, we belong way down below Way down below, way down below

7. Small Pack of Wolves // Ramin Djawadi

(instrumental)

8. You’re Going Down // Sick Puppies

Define your meaning of 'war’ To me it’s what we do when we’re bored I feel the heat comin’ off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more

9. An I For An I // IAMX

Apocalypse and rapture signing in (An eye for an eye) If you’re not with us, you’re against (An eye for an eye)

10. Lose Control // Evanescence

Mary had a lamb, his eyes black as coals If we play very quiet, my lamb, Mary never has to know

11. Hey Man Nice Shot // Filter

Now that the smoke’s gone and the air is all clear Those who were right there got a new kind of fear

12. Sail (Skorge Remix) // Awolnation

Maybe I’m a different breed Maybe I’m not listening (Sail with me into the dark)

13. Addiction // Ramin Djawadi

(instrumental)

14. Animal I Have Become // Three Days Grace

So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become

15. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark // Fall Out Boy

Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes In the end, everything collides My childhood spat back out the monster that you see

16. Problem // Natalia Kills

We're hell raising and we don’t need saving 'Cause there’s no salvation for a bad girl We’re rock bottom but there ain’t no stopping 'Cause they don’t know nothing about love We're hell raising and we don’t need saving 'Cause there’s no salvation for a bad boy We’re rock bottom but there ain’t no stopping 'Cause it’s you and me against the world

17. Smells Like Teen Spirit // Nirvana

Hello, hello, hello - how low? With the lights out it’s less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us

18. Everybody Wants To Rule The World // Lorde

Welcome to your life: there’s no turning back Even while we sleep we will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on Mother Nature

19. Gotham’s Reckoning // Hans Zimmer

(instrumental)

20. Seven Nation Army (The Glitch Mob Remix) // White Stripes

Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell

21. Iron // Woodkid

The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head The thunder of the drum dictates The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths

22. Get Lucky // Halestorm

Like the legend of the phoenix All ends with beginnings

23. Bottom Of The River // Delta Rae

The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight (Drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger) Drive your son like a railroad spike (Into the water, let it pull him under) Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive (The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder)

24. Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm of The War Drums // A Perfect Circle

I’ll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons I’ll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason

25. Animals // Martin Garrix

(instrumental)

26. And The World Was Gone // Snow Ghosts

I wish you’d felt me falling I wish you’d watched over me But I blinked and the world was gone

#i literally have not been on tumblr in days and THIS is what i come back to do #i'd say i'm sorry but i think we all know that would be a lie #spn #dean winchester #bela talbot #demon!dean #demon!bela #playlists #VINTAGE CONTENT ANYONE???#countryboycas #sapphicjo #thank you to jules and erika for enabling me. we went on a JOURNEY today #and by we i mean me and by journey i mean 'dazed stroll down memory lane'#ambra.txt #long post #mp

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january-glooms · 3 years

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interview tag

tagged by @dorianthespider ri (that’s my nickname for you deal with it) what the fuck? dude this is way too long

name/nickname: noëmi and fun story in my 17 years of existence i did not once receive a nickname and then i got 2 in the span of 10 minutes and now i can’t get enough of them. mimi, tuna, em, nyoom, nom (nom), emi oh and bubbles. there are also some petnames that zee (@yeeharley, i tagged you here already now do it🥺💕) gives to me (oh and they also used to call me sunshine a while back)

gender: she/they

star sign:

sun - libra/scorpio (was born on the cusp)

moon - virgo

rising - capricorn

height: 1.66 m (i think it could be taller but im not sure)

current time: 23.08

birthday: october 21

fave bands: ac/dc, queen, black sabbath, fob, p!atd, against the current

fave solo artists: lizzo, pat benatar, janis joplin & ruth b.

current song stuck in my head: on my way from brother bear

last watched movie: the godfather part III

last binged show: the flight attendant

when you created your blog: some time before my birthday in 2018 i think

last thing you googled: exhale lyrics it was to check if i got the lyrics right for an ask that @whoispotatoe-s (tagging you too😌💕) sent in from an ask game earlier today

other blogs: @stunningsilences, my sweet and innocent child with a love for photography, and one other that i won’t talk about

do you get asks: i do, usually it’s just when i do an ask game tho or when it’s sparky my daily anon who tells me i'm sweet for sending a good morning ask to zee every day

why i chose my url: GWENMJ RIGHTS!!!!

how many blogs you follow: 118

how many followers you have: oh damn i have 95. since when? from where did you guys come?!! and more importantly why the hell did you stay??

average hours of sleep: ha we do not talk about this

instruments: none, i am not talented like my friends

currently wearing: a pink tank top and black sweats

dream job: don’t know don’t ask, maybe photography, maybe chemistry, maybe screenwriting

dream trip: i wanna travel everywhere and do photography maybe overthrow a few corrupt governments here and there you know the usual

fave food: uhh idk i love a lot but saoto soup is great, but i do love a good pad thai. probably those two, i would kill for both of them

nationality: dutch

top 3 fictional universes you wanna live in:

the mcu

ouat

atla

tagging: besides the two i already tagged, @michellejones-stacy, @shadedrose01, @lilacsandlilies4, @smallkindofdisaster, @peachy-keener & @favreaus

#ri tag #(yeah you got a tag now 😌)#starlight tag #patatino tag #trish tag #rosie tag #lily tag #chaotic twin tag🌟#peaches tag #pavi tag #sparky tag #moonlight tag #nani tag🌸🌊#cinnamon roll tag

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chequeredwhitpost · 4 years

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Episode / Chapter 2: [Arcadia’s Most Wanted] >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Episode Two (A Filler)

[STA: Arcadia’s Most Wanted]

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(10: 23 AM)

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He’s late. How dare he. I have snacks and everything set up already for our hang out, and as long as Jake stays in his room-- which he probably will, playing video games– – we can eat our snacks and play our guitars, enjoying the down time we have together. Let's see, I have set out dips, dip chips, some sweets, and popcorn.

The music equipment is set and ready to go. Now all I’m waiting for is Douxie to arrive and set things into motion. As I hear a knock on the door, I set down the TV remote and get up to answer it. As I open it I find Douxie on the front porch holding up a skateboard in his arms.

He waves to me with an awkward smile, which I politely return.

“Hey, Douxie. You’re late.” I smirk.

He rubs the nape of his neck awkwardly and chuckles.

“I had a hard time getting here. Let’s just leave it at that, yeah?”

I shrug, “If you say so.”

Welcoming Doux inside, he carefully takes off his guitar case and takes out his electric instrument. I look at mine, sitting perched against the wall in the corner.

“So what do you want to do first?” Douxie asks.

I shrug my shoulders and motion to all the snacks.

“Did you bring your appetite?” I chuckle.

He rubs his hands together excitedly, staring at the amount of snacks and food.

“You're darn right I did! I rushed straight over here and didn't have time for breakfast!”

“I thought you said you were going to set an alarm?”

“Didn't pull through…”

I sigh, pushing the bowl of popcorn closer to him.

“Eat up.” I say.

Douxie looks at me gratefully before digging his hand into the popcorn.

“You're a real lifesaver, you know that?”

I laugh softly to myself, perking my hands on my hips.

“Yeah, it's kind of my thing.” I joke.

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As we're tuning our guitars, we are both trying to come up with a song we can play a duet with in each other's company. We've had a few good ideas, but none that’ve really stuck.

I fix the flat note on my string and tighten it into the right cord.

“There we go, that should do the trick.”

"It really helps when we have a lot of time to practice, doesn't it?”

"Yeah no kidding. But at least I'm good at something now.” I laugh.

I stand up my guitar after being done with all the tunings. Looking over to see how well he's doing, I find that Douxie is just about done tuning his as well. We share a glance, but only a quick one, before we turn our heads away with flushed cheeks.

“It's really good to see you again.” Douxie admits softly,

I twirl my finger through my hair, sort of sinking into my chair, feeling mushy and goop-y inside. Don't know why though…

"All right, dove, what song do you think we should do first?”

I strum the notes on my strings, playing them in harmony as I hum a note, trying to think of what to play. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. Lately, I've developed a taste for AC/DC. I think it's just me though, hah.

"Do you like any rock?” I asked.

"You mean like bands?" He asks, confused.

It's kind of cute. When he gets flustered, or confused, or grumpy grumbly. He squints his eyes and puffs out his cheeks like a toddler would. The occasional nibble of the lip. But if you ask me, I like it. It’s cute.

And it's the face he's making now. I can't help but laugh, giggling at the sight of his goofiness. As Douxie continues to face his hunger, stuffing his face with popcorn and dip and chips, I plop down beside him on the couch, letting a yawn escape me. It's only 10:30 in the morning, cut us some slack!

“Yeah. I like a couple.”

“Which ones?”

“Let’s see… Papa Skull, obviously. Kiss, I guess. String-Time, and AC/DC.”

“Wait, so you like AC/DC too?”

He hums a yes. Douxie smiles and points at the bowl of popcorn, "This is delicious...!”

And then he proceeds to try all of the other snacks. I reach my hand in for a cookie from the jar and he lets me take two. Just. Two. A heavy sigh escapes me, as I try to get in some bites too before it's all gone. But he wasn't kidding. He is starved. I guess I should change the subject now. I go back to thinking of a song we could duet.

“Well, how well do you know Back in Black?”

“By AC/DC?”

He shrugs, “I’ve played it a few times.”

“I know it’s not really a duet song, but nonetheless, it’s fine if we’re just switching off.”

“Right.”

The corners of his mouth lift up into a smile. We put on the background instruments for the song and get ready to start. Douxie takes a breath and closes his eyes. The music starts to play and he waits for his cue.

*Tap* *tap* *Tap* *tap* *Tap*

When Douxie starts to play the music, he flows in so rhythmically. It’s… actually quite impressive. I tap my foot against the floor, nodding my head to the beat, breathing perfectly in sync with the melody and tempo.

I hear my cue coming up and place the pick against the first note. I support back up shredding where it’s needed and he strums it out in the zig zag pattern. I take the switch, quickly jumping in at my point and playing through the rest of the song. I catch his glance as the finale requires a bit more shredding. He plays the background notes and I own the song. Well, at the most, I rock it. I end on that final shriek and strum it off.

Looking over at Douxie, we share a smile and let out a cheer of triumph as the song ends. I reach over and we high five, laughing together. I notice Douxie scoot all the way down the couch, sliding up on right next to me. He puts his guitar aside and rests his hands in his lap.

“Man, I forgot how good our duets felt!”

“Yeah, we used to do them back when… With your lute and my harp. Haha.”

“Hah! Yeah, though back then our duets were a lot softer than they are today.”

“Oh, by far.” I snicker.

After putting my guitar aside, I rest my head on the back of the couch, and let out a content sigh. When Douxie’s hand rests on my leg, I look over at him and see his eyes beaming with happiness. He smiles and places his hand on top of mine.

“You know, I really missed you.” He says softly.

“I… missed you too.”

He scoots a bit closer, now my leg is pressing against his. He lets out a breathy chuckle and gently bites on his bottom lip. He looks away from my gaze and runs his fingers through his hair.

“You know, I’ve waited a long time to see you again. All this time we’ve been… ‘apart’, there’s been something that I realized.”

My cheeks dust a faint pink as he captures my curiosity.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“That the last time I saw you, I should have done this.”

He looks me straight in the eyes before leaning in and kissing me. I tense up out of a natural reaction-- a million thoughts running through my head. I think of why I’m feeling my heart racing with joy. I think of how Mary and Darci are going to react when they hear about this. I think of how I should be reacting.

So many thoughts run through my mind that I don't even realize that I’m kissing back until he nibbles on my bottom lip. That snaps me out of it real quick. I hesitantly pull away after enjoying the kiss for a moment longer. But then, a heavy confusion kicks in at my center.

I press my fingers to my temple as a bit of a headache starts to form.

“Wait, wait, wait… You like me?” I steer.

“‘Like’ is a bit of an underrated word for it…”

“So… you love me then?” I ask, not getting it.

He squeezes my hand firmly, as to reassure me.

“That I do.”

My eyes widen as it all starts sinking in.

“Oh no, I am never going to hear the end of this from Mary…” I mumble to myself.

“What’s that?” He questions.

“N-Nothing!”

Douxie sighs and lets go of my hand. He reaches for the guacamole and tortilla chips and goes back to eating.

“Doux? Are you… Ok?”

He shrugs, “I’m starting to think that I just … had my hopes up a bit too high.”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“Because I’m not getting the vibe that you like me in the same way that I like you. It’s ok if you don’t honestly…”

I click my tongue, making up my mind.

“Douxie.” I say firmly.

He looks at me and I take the guac and chips away from him, setting them aside. Then, I meet his gaze and slowly lean in, that way we can both process it as I land my lips on his.

I reach my hands up and cup his cheek, as well as his neck. There’s enough time for us to both enjoy what’s happening. He lets out a heavy breath as we continue to share the kiss. But I start to pull away, now that I have his attention.

“If we decide to start dating, I have one condition.” I note.

“So, you would want to date me?” Douxie asks, winking at me.

“Don’t start getting cheeky with me, mister.” I titter.

“Ok, ok. What’s your condition?”

“We keep this under wraps for now. I’m really not ready for Mary and Darci to blab to the whole school that I do actually like you.”

He chuckles, giving me a sly smile.

“I think I can live with that.” He says in a hushed tone.

I grab his hand this time.

“Then that’s all I got. So, Douxie? Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” I ask, smugly.

He laughs, “Shouldn’t I be asking you out?”

“Eh, screw tradition.”

He brushes his thumb over my knuckles back and forth, before giving in.

“Yeah. I’d love that, Arya.”

“Ok. Then it’s settled.”

I smile something goofy and we both lean in once more, sharing a third and tender kiss on this day.

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I’m sitting with my back to the couch arm … in Douxie’s lap. He really insisted with all them happy hugs or whatever. And then-- well, and then… --- and then he scooped me up and laid me in his arms. I know. It looks worse than it actually is. It really is nothing! But … with his arms wrapped around my back, and me sitting in his lap sideways, it looks really really bad.

I sigh, which Douxie notices.

“What’s wrong, Arya?” He asks.

“It’s only been two hours… And you’ve already imprisoned me in your lap, locked within your arms.”

He gives a mockful laugh, “Imprisoned you? Is that what we’re calling it now?? Hah! I’m not forcing you to stay put you know.”

He smirks, resting his arm around my waist. Giving a rather challenging gaze, he starts leaning closer, until our foreheads press up against. He chuckles before kissing my cheek. He’s very affectionate, that much I’ve figured out by now. But I suppose having to wait just about as long as a millennia will make one really … expressive towards the one they fancy.

I hum a soft note and bring my hand up to cup his cheek, gazing into his wonder-filled amber eyes.

“You’re such a goof.” I mark.

“I suppose I am.” He grins, “Do you like goofy?”

“I like you for you.”

He looks over at the guacamole and chips and stares at them. I scoff and reach over, passing them to him.

“Thanks…”

“All you had to do was ask.”

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End Chapter 2 // Arcadia’s Most Wanted (Filler)

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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papa don't preach. (jackie/gigi) — roza

a seven part story where each chapter details a different relationship with jackie based solely on the song correlated to their individual madonna rusical verses.

summary: the year is 1989 and gigi is in love but can't do a damn thing about it. it seems that everything including time is working against her and jackie. [ verse three: papa don't preach ]

author's note: this will probably be my favourite chapter I write because besides nackie I feel like this ship has become some what of a brand for me and I'm glad since I've shipped them since episode one. thank you jankie candle gc for support always.

My Tumblr: @leljaaa / AO3 Link / ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

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"You coming to the party tonight?"

Gigi turned, closing her locker as she let out a simple huff.

The blonde hated parties.

It seemed a bit strange for the head cheerleader to be so opposed to the pinnacle of what high school popularity was measured. Gigi hummed as she licked the small bit of lipstick stuck to her teeth as she pulled back her long hair.

"Probably not," she said simply as she grinned seeing her best friend

Crystal groaned, rubbing against her shoulder trying to convince the cheerleader to finally let loose and have some fun. The high school seniors walking down the hallways. She knew that unassertive look from anywhere after a decade of friendship.

"It's gonna be so fun all of the cheer team and some of my girls will be there," her best friend began with a wide smile creeping across her lips as she spoke excitedly at the sentiment that she was beginning to finally be invited to parties their last year of high school.

"If you wanna experience what these parties are like just get two cheap, gas station bottles of Vodka and some snow from down the block."

The redhead hit her shoulders as Gigi gasped, "You're acting like I'm lying! These parties are just excuses for the jocks to up their body count and for everyone to get blackout wasted and wear sunglasses to school the next day."

Alcohol and drugs were fun the first two times until everyone around you turned against you and was in their own psychedelic ward blasting Chaka Khan and AC/DC over their parent's home radio.

"Your boyfriend is gonna be there you know!"

Gigi gnawed at the inside of her cheeks, crossing her arms as they walked towards the parking lot, skipping their last period pottery class together in favour of getting soda from the nearby gas station and sharing a cigarette.

This boyfriend Gigi had was quite interesting.

It was the stereotypical, cutesy head cheerleader with the stunning quarterback that every school and every movie seemed to eat up.

He was decent at best and they were only really together because Gigi was far too afraid to break up with him considering her current situation.

He was cheating. She knew it, she knew for months but still would smile blissfully when he'd come to say hello in the morning or kiss her by Crystal's locker. She saw all of the guilty looks that the other cheerleaders or the side eyes from some of the art students.

She knew.

"I love you ," was something the blonde never heard and she hoped she never would because they both knew in the back of their heads this was purely a mental picture to last the rest of the year and not a relationship.

"I already said no, I told him that Jackie is helping me study for that stupid math exam next week."

Crystal rolled her eyes.

Gigi and Jackie had been seeing each other almost everyday after school for almost three months. She never questioned a single about it, there was no way Gigi would ever be with a woman considering how important her popularity and status at school was to her.

Jackie was extremely sweet and Crystal always enjoyed coming over and seeing Gigi so genuinely happy and glad to have the two of them together.

The Persian was the perfect student every parent dreamed of though from what Jackie explained it was just what every Middle Eastern mother expected.

Debate captain, immaculate grades, student body president two years in a row and extremely passionate. Crystal always felt awful seeing how hard she had to defend herself against all the racist jocks who thought calling her slurs and telling her to go back to Iran was funny.

"I'm from Canada you genius," she'd reply cooly before walking off completely unbothered.

"My mom didn't come to America as a refugee just for me to get offended by some fucking jock." Jackie was truly badass and full of stories.

Crystal could tell that Gigi agreed if the two even with them being complete opposites were so well put together.

"Well, have fun studying," Crystal replied sweetly as always before they managed to slip past the teachers and get into Gigi's black BMW.

Oh we will.

— *.✧

Studying. Studying with Jackie.

"Fucking christ," Gigi moaned as she tightly tugged at Jackie's hair feeling her partner's lips beginning to slip down to her bare stomach.

Well that was a lie.

Three months. Gigi couldn't possibly judge every story and rumour she heard of her boyfriend having sex with other girls at school when not only was the blonde doing the exact same thing but she was doing it with a woman .

Doing this routine with Jackie almost every single night because their parents were almost always gone for work or had late night shifts worked out wonderfully since her mother wanted her to have company while they were traveling constantly.

"Of course your friend can sleep over!"

Friend.

It was 1989. The AIDS crisis horrified everyone even those who hadn't been affected and being out and proud and waving her flag around was not a good idea. It was the worst idea.

Jackie, who was probably the most tolerant person she had ever met, was also scared to come out for multiple reasons though she sighted her cultural background as the main issue.

Gigi didn't even dare make a reference to it with her father still finding it funny to say slurs in her house and out in public shitting on his own masculinity. She'd be a dead girl walking if any of this ever got out.

But god kissing Jackie was ethereal.

"You're beautiful Gigi," she whispered as their lips met for the third time, both of them completely in heaven as they made out on her bed with both of their shirts already discarded on the floor.

"This was so much better than any party," she whispered against her skin as she caressed Jackie's cheek with her thumb. Gigi biting down on her lip as she held back a moan feeling the Persian bite down on her neck.

She was intoxicated every minute they had sex, every time they'd sneak out at lunch or from their individual activities at school and make out in Gigi's car with the air conditioning and radio blasting.

Boys were completely and utterly overrated.

Having sex with a woman was liberating despite the time period they were living through.

It was beautiful, it was the most intimate thing Gigi would ever experience and it only helped that Jackie was the most attractive woman she'd ever laid eyes on.

No one would ever compare to those dark brown eyes and the long, curly black hair that fell all the way down to her hips.

That soft smile and chuckle whenever Gigi would hold her hand or kiss her cheeks while they made out or shared a cigarette in her car.

Every hiss, moan, breath—everything about Jackie was utterly irresistible.

"You're heaven," Gigi breathed out panting as their lips parted, Jackie gently slipped off her lover's skirt as the two of them continued to kiss.

I'm in some deep trouble with this.

"How's your boyfriend," Jackie giggled against her earlobe as Gigi gasped, surprised that the Persian would even make a shady comment especially regarding her relationship status.

It was an odd turn on.

"That was shady," she breathed out with a moan feeling herself completely melt in the warmth building around their bodies. "He's at the party that I refused to go to."

Jackie gave a firm nod before opening her mouth to speak again, "You ever going to actually break up with that prick?" She asked quietly with their hands mangled in each other's hair.

Gigi rolled her eyes, not wanting to think about her stupid boy toy when she had Jackie about to frivolously pound her in the ground for the fourth night in a row.

"Gigi?"

She definitely seemed a bit pushy on the subject of her cheating though Gigi grabbed her wrists and kissed her hard. Jackie couldn't be mad they were kissing again even if it was absolutely a cheap stunt to shut her up.

We're not talking about this right now. The message was loud and clear to the Persian who decided to drop all mentions if it for now.

Fine. You win.

— *.✧

Gigi dragged long on her cigarette, puffing out the smoke as Jackie opened her bedroom window coughing. "This is a daily occurrence I'm noticing, do you always smoke after sex?"

The blonde stared at her lover who was still completely nude, the senior hummed along to the Madonna single that played in the background from her glittery, pink radio.

"If you're gonna stare at me you shouldn't make it so obvious you know," she spoke with a smirk across her lips as she turned towards Gigi who flushed. Jackie pulled the covers over herself as she let her head rest on the blonde's chest.

They closed their eyes and sang along quietly to the music that bounced around the walls of her bedroom as the Persian took a heavy breath.

"I'm in love with you Gigi…."

Gigi crushed her cigarette in the ashtray right on her table, frantically panicking on how exactly to explain that the idea of them being any more open was an awful idea.

"Jackie…"

"I know, I know, I'm ridiculous and out of mind for ever thinking that you'd love me back and would ever be out and proud with me," Jackie began before the shorter woman held her hands on her shoulders, kissing her so she'd stop talking once again.

The Persian chuckled admitting that it was a pretty effective method.

"Loving you is easy Jackie, accepting it is the hard part," Gigi admitted with silence building in the air as she continued on about how right now wasn't the time for them to be open and how everything was working against their favour and their life.

"I know."

"I know you know it's just—" Gigi shrugged, getting angrier and angrier that they even had to be forced to keep their love a secret as if they were Romeo and Juliet or some star crossed lover bullshit she had read in her literature class from junior year.

"I love you but I can't break up with anyone now, everyone knows we're friends and Crystal is already suspicious of everything we do."

"Crystal would never call us out, she's not one to talk either when she and Jaida make out after every guard practice," Jackie laughed admitting something that Gigi sure hadn't known about her best friend.

"Wait, she what?!"

"My lips are sealed, Jaida is my best friend and my secretary." The Persian laughed as she stuck her tongue out, Gigi immediately wrapping her arms around her and locking lips.

That's definitely going to be a phone call with Crystal later.

Euphoric.

"You still taste like cigarettes," Jackie coughed dramatically before Gigi pressed a finger to her lips with a suggestive grin, admitting that Jackie still tasted like everything that had happened in the last ten minutes.

"You're much more erotic than I expected."

"I know, I'm truly incredible baby."

Half an hour passed before Jackie began to drift away and sleep, the two of them making sure to at least put some clothes on in case her mother was to randomly come home.

Gigi sighed, not being able to fall asleep as easy as her lover.

Everything in Jackie's life was planned out: she had every credit, every club, every possible letter of recommendation and was just waiting to get those acceptance letters to Havard or Stanford or some elite college to go and study Political Science.

Gigi was a head cheerleader, barely passing her classes and enjoying life on a whim.

She'd never wanted something or someone for that matter so badly, so purely. This felt like some kind of high school romance that was supposed to burn out in a month or two.

I want Jackie forever.

Shit.

— *.✧

"You doing alright?" Crystal asked the next morning as Gigi nodded, wearing a longer dress than usual to mask all the hickies and bruises that had shown up over night from Jackie's consistent biting.

"How was the party?"

The guard captain sighed, admitting it was just a lot of pills, marijuana and cheap alcohol. She sounded even more upset about the fact that everyone there was almost exclusively a jock or the freshmen who were related to them.

"Told you we could've just done drugs in my car."

Crystal slapped her shoulder as the two of them passed Jackie who gave a wave and said good morning to the both of them before giving Gigi a distinct stare.

The blonde giggled to herself knowing exactly what that stare meant. It had become an entire language with dozens of codes and fabrication written underneath the staring and glances.

Your car. Five minutes.

"I'll talk to you later," she yelled as she took a detour down the staircase as Crystal was left standing, utterly confused.

"Okay?"

It indeed took only five minutes for Gigi to run past all of her fellow cheer team in the locker room, say hello and make another sharp turn out the door before exploring the parking lot trying to remember where she had even parked her car this morning.

Gigi unlocked the car immediately upon seeing Jackie already leaning up against the passenger side door.

"In the car," were the only words that left her lips as Jackie followed her instructions with subtle glances to make sure no one was watching them as Gigi locked the door and immediately threw her keys to the backseat, grabbing Jackie by her collar and kissing her heavily.

There wasn't much time to respond but once again the cacophony of voices in her head yelling how wrong it was seemed to completely disintegrate the moment they began to kiss.

"Someone's in a mood," Jackie said breathlessly as they seperated, falling back into the seats as Gigi adjusted her top, trying not to wrinkle it too much.

"You're the one who wanted to meet me!"

"I didn't want to make out with you!"

The blonde cocked a brow, crossing her arms as she turned down the radio and let Jackie have her turn on the soapbox.

"Go ahead," Gigi grinned, completely interested with what Jackie possibly would want to speak about. "You have my full attention baby."

The Persian sighed as she lifted up her shirt, Gigi completely flustered at first thinking that they were actually about to attempt intercourse in the front seat of her BMW though it was completely different than what she expected.

She gasped seeing the various marks across her stomach and hip, her finger gently dragging past them in horror.

This certainly wasn't from them sleeping together last night, it looked far too painful and too new of a wound.

"Guess who Gigi."

Gigi shook her head furiously, refusing to believe her boyfriend was that much of an asshole. "He didn't," the blonde mumbled completely in awe.

"He did. Jaida sent him packing though, him and his stupid friend. She ran after them for a solid hallway or two."

I missed all of this because I decided to skip first and second period to get coffee.

"What even happened?"

Jackie looked at her, frowning as she still managed to keep her composure undeniably well. "Gigi I think it's now a bit too suspicious that you're skipping parties in favour to get good grades on tests."

"But it's a valid excuse!"

"Almost every day for three months?"

"It's good sex!" Gigi blurted out not knowing what else to say in response to her partner.

Jackie adjusted her shirt as she spoke seriously, trying to make sure that Gigi knew that this entire relationship was a stalemate.

"Either we need to be twice as secretive so no one else gets suspicious or has any more violent ideas or we need to stop completely Gigi."

The blonde held her hand tightly, whispering how badly she needed Jackie in her life and how badly she was going to beat up her boyfriend after this conversation was over.

"Gigi, be smart about this, do not try to rope your emotions into this conversation," Jackie snapped, Gigi immediately looking taken a back as she silently sat against the driver seat letting the Persian finish.

"I love you badly Gigi, I've never loved anyone so much in my life and probably never will but let's be smart about this for a minute. We're seniors, we're both graduating and have completely different paths planned."

Jackie took a breath, "Are you willing to be with me despite the fact everything for people like us right now is utterly awful?"

Gigi nodded, not even taking two seconds to think about the answer to that question.

"I want you and only you."

"Promise?" Jackie held out her pinky, Gigi snickered though the Persian seemed completely adamant about the gesture.

"I promise."

— *.✧

Promises are a curse.

Of course the minute they promised to make it work it all fell apart.

There's only so many nights and weeks they could've gone without being caught.

One stupid night lead to lots of whiskey, a few cigarettes, their clothes off and more sex expect this time her father was home.

Shit.

Gigi wasn't sure what to expect besides Jackie being almost thrown out of her window and the blonde having to watch the entire thing play out before her.

Tears, a lot of them as her father was screaming and completely shattered at the fact his only daughter was attracted to women.

Being an awful human being or failing school were not on top of the "things to be disappointed in" pyramid of life. Nope, it was instead that she was in love with another woman.

"If you saw how she treated me you'd give me every blessing you had and an apology," was the only thing Gigi muttered at the table the next day. Her hair still messy, her father beyond the realm of anger and her car keys taken away of course.

They agreed to not speak to her mother about this. This was purely a one time thing and a mistake her father convinced her.

"Can't you see that times are changing?" Gigi yelled, slamming her glass down so firmly she was shocked it didn't shatter on impact. "Is it because she's Iranian? Is it because you don't want me to be gay and hurt and outcasted by the world?"

No answer.

"You're too young to understand."

"I am about to go to college, I know exactly what I'm saying."

Gigi had never felt such a cold and depressing tension hanging above the air. She ate the rest of her breakfast in silence before attempting to call Crystal and explain what had happened when her father was out of sight and in their backyard.

"We're in love Crystal, this isn't just some stupid movie fantasy," she attempted to explain through tears as her best friend offered to come over or atleast give her a ride to Jackie's apartment.

"Leave in ten minutes, I'll meet you outside."

— *.✧

Back to square one they were.

The crying and emotional reaction was enough to tug at Jackie's heart and let her stay the night and for them to have sex again.

Now instead of her house all night it was all about rigorous planning and trying to make sure that them being together didn't circulate around school the final months they had together.

Absolutely no hanging out in school, no more glances, no more sneaking to football games just to see Gigi and make out behind the bleachers; it was a sacrifice but was well worth it for safety.

No boyfriend was the only positive outcome of this entire mess.

"You ever wanna run away?"

Jackie cocked a brow, looking ridiculously worried toward the statement the minute it left Gigi's mouth. Their fingers tangled in each other's hair as they had been laying in Jackie's bed the entire morning, fully clothed but completely horny.

"Is this a question or a proposal?"

Gigi sat up on the bed, running a hand through her own hair as she sighed heavily wondering if this was even a concept worth exploring.

"What if we just run away Jackie?"

The Persian already up and sitting next to her, rubbing her shoulders as she spoke about her plan and how she had dreamt of it last night.

"We never have to hear our parents whining or bitching about our relationship, we can be open, we can have a life together—" Jackie shook her head in desperation.

"No… Gigi, please think about this."

"It's almost the year 1990! Things will start changing Jackie, I just want to be with you and love you and not be afraid to shout it in the streets," the blonde began to go off on another rant as Jackie returned the sentiment by kissing her lips, making sure she'd stop talking for a minute or two.

"That's not fair, you stole my method."

The Persian cackled, pressing her lips to her forehead, completely amused as they decided to drop the conversation and instead get up to eat and try to get Gigi's mind off of this entire idea and situation laid out before her.

"We'll figure it out when the time comes."

— *.✧

Time.

There's not enough time .

There never will be. Life was truly just one giant hourglass filled with sand and expectations.

Sitting at an almost three hour long graduation was absolutely a waste.

Gigi is utterly hypnotized as her eyes only stare up at Jackie giving a final speech as valedictorian of the senior graduating class.

It's beautiful to watch, truthfully.

To see Jackie completely telling her story to so many parents and students, some of which had consistently harassed her and wished she'd been beat up harder by Gigi's ex boyfriend.

Her words were smooth and crisp and she had the ability to truly make anyone cry and deliver a message, to reconsider arranging their entire life around and starting fresh and clean.

It was powerful.

Crystal was in mopping sobs the minute Jackie even started and she only got louder and louder as the speech went on, Jaida and Gigi holding her hand on each side trying to calm her down.

"Please stop crying," Gigi grinded through her teeth as she adjusted her cap and gown.

Occasionally Gigi's eyes would water but all in all it was a beautiful speech, the only one the blonde would ever want to listen and analyze.

I could write an entire thesis on her.

And her thighs.

They clapped before she stepped down, shaking hands with the principal as she walked back to her seat, she strolled past the blonde quickly giving a loving glance towards her direction.

Crystal was completely broken the minute they tossed their hats in the air and the entire room burst into cheers, Gigi screamed in happiness once she realized that everything about high school was over and done for.

I managed to survive senior year.

Jaida, Crystal and Gigi all headed for the bleachers knowing that there had to be one last smoke and one last cheer to the three of them who had become extremely close once Gigi's best friend decided to live her life truthfully and admit she had been seeing Jaida for almost a month.

"Am I allowed to join in?" A familiar voice commented softly as they sat at the top step of the bleachers, looking out at the sunset and the view of their high school one last time.

Jaida laughed, cheering for her friend and their senior president as Gigi smiled and nodded. Her feet gently tapping the bleacher space right next to her that could be filled up.

"Absolutely," Gigi spoke with a grin as Jackie took off her cap and heels, walking barefooted across the dirty, old steps with not a single care in the world.

Gigi was impressed.

The minute the stars started to come out was when Jaida and Crystal realized they had to leave, wishing them a goodbye as they hugged with not a single tear shed knowing tomorrow they would all celebrate at Jaida's house.

Jackie and Gigi were left. Alone.

Two women, making out under the night sky attempting not to lose balance on the creaky bleachers as they kissed in public even if nobody was watching.

How romantic.

"You're perfect," Gigi spoke in fragments as they kissed, Jackie taking in all of the blonde she could before she had to move away to the east coast and go to Havard.

This couldn't possibly be the end of the story.

Jackie wasn't going to let their last moments be them sobbing and making out on their high school bleacher after everything they had gone through together.

"Runaway with me? Come to Massachusetts?"

The question.

Gigi felt like she couldn't breathe the minute Jackie suggested it. It felt like a stranger fever dream she wanted every part of.

"Are you serious or just joking around?"

"Serious. You run for the hills with me tomorrow after we see Jaida and Crystal."

Gigi's lips curled into a smile as she wrapped her arms around her lover's waist with a firm nod of the head.

"Absolutely."

#rpdr fanfiction #jackie cox #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jaida essence hall #gigi x jackie #crystal x jaida #lesbian au #high school au #s12 #implied sex #madonna verse series #roza #tw drug and alcohol mentions

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ASC Playlist

This is for tim2604 on ff.net who requested a list of my playlist from my story A Second Chance. Some of them are individual songs that are also mentioned on the album, but they are all listed here as being mentioned whether by song title, lyrics, or album name. The ones at the bottom are still to come at a Halloween party ;)

Here it is!

It’s Only Rock n’ Roll But I like It - The Rolling Stones

All You Need is Love - The Beatles

Stand - Rascal Flatts

Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd

A Night at the Opera (album) - Queen

Death on Two Legs (Dedicated To …)

Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

I’m in Love With my Car

You’re My Best Friend

Sweet Lady

Seaside Rendevous

The Prophet’s Song

Love of My Life

Good Company

Bohemian Rhapsody

God Save the Queen

Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor

Respect - Aretha Franklin

Blackbird - The Beatles

PS I Love You - The Beatles

The White Album (album) - The Beatles

Back in the USSR

Dear Prudence

Glass Onion

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

Wild Honey Pie

The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Happiness is a Warm Gun

Martha My Dear

I’m So Tired

Blackbird

Piggies

Rocky Raccoon

Don’t Pass Me By

Why Don’t We Do it in the Road?

I Will

Julia

Birthday

Yer Blues

Mother Nature’s Son

Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey

Sexy Sadie

Helter Skelter

Long, Long, Long

Revolution 1

Honey Pie

Savoy Truffle

Cry Baby Cry

Revolution 9

Good Night

Rubber Soul (album) - Beatles

Drive My Car

Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)

You Won’t See Me

Nowhere Man

Think For Yourself

The Word

Michelle

What Goes On

Girl

I’m Looking Through You

In My Life

Wait If I Needed Someone

Run For Your Life

The Game (album) - Queen

Play the Game

Dragon Attack

Another One Bites the Dust

Need Your Loving Tonight

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Rock it (Primo Jive)

Don’t Try Suicide

Sail Away Sweet Sister

Coming Soon Save Me

Birthday - The Beatles

Led Zeppelin III (album) - Led Zeppelin

Immigrant Song

Friends

Celebration Day

Since I’ve Been Loving You

Out on the Tiles

Gallows Pole

Tangerine

That’s the Way

Bron-Y-Aur Stomp

Hats Off to (Roy) Harper

You Like Me Too Much - The Beatles

In My Life - The Beatles

G N’ R Lies (album) - Guns N’ Roses

Reckless Life

Nice Boys

Move to the City

Mama Kin

Patience

Used to Love Her

You’re Crazy

One in a Million

Don’t Bother Me - The Beatles

I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles

I’ll Cry Instead - The Beatles

I’ve Just Seen A Face - The Beatles

I’m A Loser - The Beatles

I Am the Walrus - The Beatles

Act Naturally - The Beatles

Hold Me Tight - The Beatles

Carry That Weight - The Beatles

With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles

Across the Universe - The Beatles

While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles

Something - The Beatles

Eight Days A Week - The Beatles

Can’t Buy Me Love - The Beatles

Because - The Beatles

Let It Be - The Beatles

Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles

Dream On - Aerosmith

Innuendo (album) - Queen

Innuendo

I’m Going Slightly Mad

Headlong

I Can’t Live With You

Don’t Try So Hard

Ride the Wild Wind

All God’s People

These Are the Days of Our Lives

Delilah

The Hitman

Bijou

The Show Must Go On

Presto (album) - Rush

Show Don’t Tell

Chain Lightning

The Pass

War Paint

Scars

Presto

Superconductor

Anagram (For Mongo)

Red Tide

Hand Over Fist

Available Light

Working Man - Rush

Blow Up Your Video (album) - ACDC

Heatseeker

That’s The Way

I Wanna Rock N’ Roll

Mean Streak

Go Zone

Kissin’ Dynamite

Nick of Time

Some Sin for Nuthin’

Ruff Stuff

Two’s Up

This Means War

Bleach (album) - Nirvana

Blew

Floyd the Barber

About a Girl

School

Love Buzz

Paper Cuts

Negative Creep

Scoff

Swap Meet

Mr Mustache

Sifting

Big Cheese

Downer

New Jersey (album) - Bon Jovi

Lay Your Hands On Me

Bad Medicine

Born To Be My Baby

Living in Sin

Blood on Blood

Homebound Train

Wild is the Wind

Ride Cowboy Ride

Stick to Your Guns

I’ll Be There For You

99 in the Shade

Love for Sale

Like A Prayer (album) - Madonna

Like A Prayer

Express Yourself

Love Song

Till Death Do Us Part

Promise to Try Cherish

Dear Jessie

Oh Father

Keep It Together

Pray for Spanish Eyes

Act of Contrition

Wide Awake in Dreamland (album) - Pat Benatar

All Fired Up

One Love (Song of the Lion)

Let’s Stay Together

Don’t Walk Away

Too Long A Soldier

Cool Zero

Cerebral Man

Lift ‘Em On Up

Suffer the Little Children

Wide Awake in Dreamland

Whiplash Smile (album) - Billy Idol

Worlds Forgotten Boy

To Be a Lover

Soul Standing By

Sweet Sexteen

Men for All Seasons

Don’t Need a Gun

Beyond Belief

Fatal Charm

All Summer Single

One Night, One Chance

Dark Side of the Moon (album) - Pink Floyd

Speak to Me

Breathe (In the Air)

On the Run

Time

The Great Gig in the Sky

Money

Us and Them

Any Colour You Like

Brain Damage

Eclipse

I Will - The Beatles

We Will Rock You - Queen

Toto IV (album) - Toto

Rosanna

Make Believe

I Won’t Hold Back

Good for You

It’s a Feeling

Afraid of Love

Lovers in the Night

We Made it

Waiting for Your Love

Africa

Back in Black (album) - ACDCHells Bells

Shoot to Thrill

What Do You Do for the Money Honey

Givin’ the Dog a Bone

Let Me Put My Love Into You

Back in Black

You Shook Me All Night Long

Have a Drink On Me

Shake a Leg

Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution

London Calling (album) - The Clash

London Calling

Brand New Cadillac

Jimmy Jazz

Hateful

Rudie Can’t Fail

Spanish Bombs

The Right Profile

Lost in the Supermarket

Clampdown

The Guns of Brixton

Wrong ‘Em Boyo

Death or Glory

Koka Kola

The Card Cheat

Lover’s Rock

Four Horseman

I’m Not Down

Revolution Rock

Train in Vain

The Boys Are Back in Town - Thin Lizzy

You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC

Cherry Pie - Warrant

Baby, I Love You - The Ramones

Insomniac (album) - Green Day

Armatage Shanks

Brat

Stuck with Me

Geek Stink Breath

No Pride

Bab’s Uvula Who?

Panic Song

Stuart ant the Ave.

Brain Stew

Jaded

Westbound Sign

Tight Wad Hill

Walking Contradiction

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You - Elvis Presley

Octopus’ Garden - The Beatles

Who Wants to Live Forever - Queen

Blaze of Glory - Bon Jovi

Waiting for a Girl Like You - Foreigner

Night Visions - AJ McLean

Jagged Little Pill (album) - Alanis Morrisette

All I Really Want

You Oughta Know

Perfect

Hand in My Pocket

Right Through You

Forgiven

You Learn

Head Over Feet

Mary Jane

Ironic

Not the Doctor

Wake Up

These Are The Days of Our Lives - Queen

Follow You Down - Gin Blossoms

Fastlove - George Michael

A Long December - Counting Crows

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now - Celine Dion

How Bizarre - OMC

Thriller - Michael Jackson

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Un-Break My Heart - Toni Braxton

Wannabe - Spice Girls

I’ll Be There For You - The Remembrandts

Dance Like a Hippogriff - Weird Sisters

I Put A Spell On You - Annie Lennox

Open Your Heart - Madonna

The Earth, The Sun, The Rain - Color Me Badd

Everything I Do (I Do It For You) - Bryan Adams

Saturday Night - Whigfield

Mamma Mia - Abba

Waterloo - Abba

You’re My Best Friend - Queen

Ride of the Valkyries - Richard Wagner

#a second chance #breanie

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Top 10 Best Album Covers of 2020

So, this is kind of a... smaller scale version of what I wanted to do when 2020 ended. Originally I wanted to do a full blow awards thing with like, best cover for a Rock album, metal album, country album, gothic album, indie album rap & Hip Hop album, Pop album and so forth. Well, I do have a habit of biting off more than I can chew, so I scaled it back to a top ten, because I like doing these. It was kind of the thing on YouTube when I was younger, but anyway, here is the list!

Do keep in mind that I have not seen the cover of every album released this year. Trust me, I’d go insane, so if there is a choice you think should be on the list, feel free to toss it into my recommendations. I’m always on the look out for more good album covers.

Also, while yes an album cover’s placement on this list does essentially guarantee that they will be future Wall (Hall) of Fame inductees, this isn’t an official induction, nor will they be on this year’s winter or summer inductions. My rule is that the album has to be from the year before last (i.e. these album covers will only be up for induction in 2022 onward).

So with those all said, time for the longest post I may do, the top ten best album covers of 2020.

10. Palimpsest - Protest The Hero

If there was one thing I think most of us were in 2020, it was angry. Angry with the police, angry with the murders of Breonna Taylor and George Floyd, angry with the coronavirus, angry with the people who wouldn’t take it seriously, angry with then President Trump who had his head so far up his ass he’s probably a few inches shorter than he should be. Mostly, I was angry with my southern neighbour, the United States and, real talk, 2021 has not really helped so far. If there is one image I can say perfectly sums up how I felt with them in 2020, it’s a bull charging through a tattered American flag in a blood red landscape.

9. Inner Song - Kelly Lee Owens

There’s something so simple in this image. Close up shot, no background, black and white, but you know, there is a reason these things are used a lot in album covers. Their really is a lot of beauty in simplicity, and I think the black and white really helps enhance the tone, the brighter colours and darker colours look so good in black and white and they never look this good in colour. Honestly, I’d love to see a charcoal drawing of this cover, it’s really good.

8. Gathering Swans - Choir Boy

This is what happens when you take David Bowie and twist the image into something darker. It’s funny this album cover makes me think of Bowie because getting punched in the eye is exactly how that discoloured iris happened to him. Just seeing this person is so interesting, it invites you to look and question. I like art that does that, art that brings you in and makes you wonder about it, “What happened?”, “what is the story?”. This is part of why Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here is my all time favourite album cover, it invites me in and makes me wonder the same questions. Why isn’t this cover any higher then? Well, it really does give off those Bowie vibes, and while Marilyn Manson could get away with it, I don’t see this image working as well with fake breasts, sorry.

7. Suicide and Sobriety - Belligerence TX

Getting into the obscure stuff. It was a toss up between this and Gathering Swans, and while I loved the image of the previous one, I had to choose this one, despite its obscurity. The strange image on the cover is just eye catching, it’s like if Tool was a bit more subdued. Something about it is just so interesting to me. The figure, the background, the colours. I dunno, the image just randomly popped onto my FaceBook timeline one day and it stuck with me.

6. Letter To You - Bruce Springsteen

Going back to the simple, unlike Inner Song, there is more to the cover of Letter To You. It has a background, it looks like there’s snow, the text is bigger and more prominent. I think the faded greyish-brown background makes this image very pleasing to the eye, and The Boss standing there like a lame romance movie you catch on TV on Valentine’s Day. Yeah, it’s kinda corny, but damn if it doesn’t look good.

5. Verminous - The Black Dahlia Murder

So much green! Seriously though, there is something strangely beautiful about old ruins yes? Ancient architecture that is falling to pieces, like a grim reminder of our own mortality as a civilization. Also, everything is green! The buildings? Green! the liquid? Green! The ground? Green!

Can you guess what my favourite colour is?

4. how i'm feeling now - Charli XCX

So... truth be told I wasn’t going to put this one on the list. I dunno, after what I said about that Cher album’s cover in December, it would kind of feel weird to bring this cover up. Then I thought about it, or rather I heard some rando on the internet talk about this album and it made me think, aside from anger, this was my mood for 2020. Lay in bed, not even fully dressed, boredly staring at some kind of a screen, I feel like that was most people’s mood in 2020. Hell, the video camera fits my 2020 as well since I almost made a short film, got all the footage, I just didn’t know what I wanted with it. Anyway, there is a part of me that feels this cover shouldn’t be here, and that is why it isn’t number one, but damn it, I won’t deny that the image just sums up 2020 perfectly.

3. Abyss - Unleash The Archers

Damn it power metal, your awesomeness is showing.

Seriously, just look at it, this is legit museum quality art. This is like, stuff you study in art college. Seriously, this is just awesome work, props to the artist, major props!

2. My Turn (Deluxe) - Lil Baby

Honestly, there’s just something so peaceful and serene about this image. I can almost hear it, the waves of the water, the rustling of the plants, the distant noises of civilization. The colours of the sky, I can almost feel the chill of the scene. I’d say this was so close to being number one, but honestly, it really was no contest.

1. Terminal Velocity - John Petrucci

Because Damn! When I first saw this album cover, I knew it had to be on this list. Barring Charli XCX, this was pretty much the first album cover I knew would be on this list. It’s like staring at fireworks, just without the loud explosions, the colour, the shattered glass figure. Quite frankly, it’s a lot to take in, but I don’t think it’s too much to take in. When I first saw this album cover, I knew it had to be on this list. It isn’t a mood like Protest The Hero or Charli XCX, it isn’t simple but beautiful like Inner Song or Letter To You, but it is just plain visually stunning. Honestly, I’d expect nothing less from a member of Dream Theater.

Honourable Mentions:

Fake It Flowers - Beabadoobee Your City Gave Me Asthma - Wilbur Soot Power Up - AC/DC Petals For Armor - Hayley Williams RTJ4 - Run the Jewels

#album #album art #album covers #album cover #best album covers #music #2020 #charli xcx #john petrucci #the black dahlia murder #bruce springsteen #Album Covers Wall (Hall) of Fame

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spacedoutwrites · 5 years

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Back in Black

Just a short little fic about Peter and Tony and their love for classic rock.

A new song came on and Peter perked up, “I love Led Zeppelin!”

Tony stared at him in dismay. He paused the music and continued staring at Peter for an uncomfortably long time. “Please tell me that was a joke.”

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Tony and Peter were slaving away in the workshop, like any other weekend. Tony was working on his latest nanobots. Peter was making adjustments to his Iron Spider suit. He had just had a three inch growth spurt so he needed a little more wiggle room. He was starting to think he might have gotten taller than Tony, but Tony claimed he still had at least two inches on the kid.

Tony glanced over at him, “you care if I crank up the tunes?” He asked.

Peter grinned, “go for it.”

He loved days like this. Just working alongside his mentor, bouncing ideas off of each other when they got stuck. Tony quizzing him on his physics homework. Peter asking question after question and Tony patiently answering every one. They worked well together. Long gone were the days when Peter only contacted Mr. Stark through Happy. He messaged the man himself on a daily basis and felt at ease doing it.

A new song came on and Peter perked up, “I love Led Zeppelin!”

Tony stared at him in dismay. He paused the music and continued staring at Peter for an uncomfortably long time. “Please tell me that was a joke.”

Peter pursed his lips. “Uh… no.”

Tony groaned, “Kid! This is AC/DC!”

“Oh,” Peter said sheepishly. “I was close.”

“No!” Tony cried in mock outrage. “They have two very distinctive sounds, you can’t just say you were close!”

“I’m sorry!” Peter said, matching his tone, but he was struggling to keep laughter from spilling out of him.

Tony glared at him in the same way a small child would when they felt they were being mocked. “That’s it, it’s time for you to learn everything you need to know about classic rock.”

By the end of the month, Tony could play a song, and Peter would know the title and artist in seconds. Peter even started making his own playlists for the workshop. Tony would look over them and nod approvingly or suggest a change here and there. They continued to blast music whenever they were in the workshop and Peter loved that they now shared something that had been so important to Tony.

One day Peter found a package with his name on it in the workshop. When he opened it, he found a familiar looking Led Zeppelin shirt. He glanced over to see Tony smirking, clearly very proud of himself.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” he said. He played it cool, but he totally wore the shirt as often as he possibly could.

1 year later

It had been a few months since the snap. Tony had picked up the pieces as best he could, he couldn’t have done it without Pepper though. She was the glue that held him together.

One day he was out in the garage of their lake house, tinkering with the suit; wondering, as usual, what he could have done differently in that final battle. He had the sudden urge to play some music while he worked. He used to listen to it all the time before everything changed, but something about the sound of silence often had far more appeal to him now.

“Friday, play some of my workshop tunes,” he requested.

Back in black

He froze, heart sinking.

I hit the sack

“Led Zeppelin,” he muttered to himself.

I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back

His eyes were getting misty as he backed up against the wall and slowly sank to the floor. He tilted his head back, listening to the song that once pumped him up and let his tears fall.

“I miss you, Pete,” he whispered.

6 years later

Happy had just finished stitching Peter up and he was ready to get to work. His heart still ached a little, but he knew Tony would never back down from a challenge like Quentin Beck, so he wouldn’t either.

“You take care of the suit. I’ll take care of the music,” Happy told him.

Back in black

“I love Led Zeppelin!” Peter said out of habit.

Happy just smiled and shook his head. He didn’t know.

Didn’t know that Peter said that every time he heard the song, just to make Tony roll his eyes. Didn’t know that Peter was hearing the song for the first time since Tony died. Didn’t know that even though it made him sad, it reminded Peter that Tony had left him so much more than a pair of glasses.

The song brought him back to the workshop, and as he poured over the details of his new suit, it felt a little like Tony was there with him. Working on his own project, but occasionally looking over at Peter and smiling proudly.

#tony stark #peter parker #iron man #spiderman #irondad #spiderson #fanfic #acdc #led zeppelin #back in black

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years

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The Read

Title: The Read

Pairing: Dean x Black!Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1148

Summary: The reader finds a way to pass time in the car and now Dean wants to join in

Warnings: None. Just a couple of f bombs.

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I’m super nervous about it, but proud of my work. Feel free to critique! This is for all my black girls who love Supernatural, but don’t see themselves that much on the show or read it in fanfiction. Also shoutout to @thisistheread, the best podcast out there!

A/N: I know it’s not a writing challenge for @spnfanficpond but I just wanted to tag y’all.

What’s one of the most things you hate about hunting? The drive. Who really wants to be stuck in the car for hours on end? Then there’s only so much arguing with Dean about who’s the better Avenger, between Captain America and Ironman (Team Cap all day), and geeking out with Sam you could do. And most of the time you were stuck in the backseat, unless Sam stayed back for a hunt and with Dean being so neurotic about Baby you never got to drive her, and you’re a better driver than Sam!

But the worst thing about the drive was, THE FUCKING MUSIC! Its like Dean never heard of music past the 80s. And it was all classic rock, not even one fucking blues song! Sometimes you wondered how you two were compatible as a couple, a 40-year-old white dude from the Midwest and a 25-year-old black girl from the South. There was some songs you could belt out with Dean, like You Shook Me All Night Long, or the stripper anthems like, Cherry Pie and Pour Some Sugar On Me (Dean had a newfound love for those songs since you gave him a lap dance to them a couple of weeks ago).

Today was one of those days you could not listen to another AC/DC album again or you would start banging your head against Baby’s window. But thank God… or is it Chuck (you’re just gonna keep it with God, because you wouldn’t even want to know what your southern Baptist mother would do if she knew you were calling God, Chuck).

Anyways, thank God you were behind on your favorite podcast due to all day and night research on how to get Michael out of Dean. Soon as you realized you had at least another 8 hours on the road, you popped your headphones in and got ready to listen to Kid Fury and Crissle on The Read, talk shit about celebrities, tell women to break up with their triflin’ ass boyfriends, and of course read people to filth.

You were two episodes in when Dean snatched your headphones out. “What the fuck, dude!?” You yelled as you smacked Dean across the head. “Whatcha you listening to that gots you laughing so hard that you’re not listening to your kick-ass boyfriend’s story about how he ganked Hitler?” Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Really, Dean? I was there. And how many times are you gonna tell that story? Its been over a year, get over it!” “It’s a great fuckin’ story.” With a mumble, Sam replied, “Yeah, only the first time.”

“Shut up Sam!”

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

You thought you were off the hook when the boys began to argue, but you just had to let out a cackle that might just rival Crissle’s, which cause you to gain your boyfriend’s attention once again. “Hey, you never answered me. Whatcha ya listening to?” “Ummm, a podcast,” you replied in between giggles and not fully giving Dean your attention. But what he said next sure did, “Well, put it on your speaker. I need something to keep me awake and arguing with Sam is not fun anymore.” “Huh?”, you asked sounding like Scooby-Doo and big eyes. “I…said…put…it…on”, Dean said slowly with the flicking of his bottom lip. “Ummm…um…um, are you sure? Its really not for the elderly?”, you said with a smirked. You thought you got him there, now he won’t want to listen. Its not that your ashamed of the show, it’s the quite opposite, but how do you introduce a black as podcast to your white ass boyfriend that you loved dearly? “You weren’t calling me elderly last night, when I had your legs-““Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude I don’t want to hear about that”, Sam interrupting Dean talking about your latest sexcapades. “Well tell Y/N to play the podcast or I’ll tell you one of her most embarrassing sex stories”, Dean threatened playfully.

“You wouldn’t dare!”, you gasped

Then, Dean began his countdown “In 3…”

“Whatever man, you not gonna do it”

“2…”

“Are you serious”

“1…”

“Babe, pleeeeeease don’t”, you whimpered.

“0. Well, Sammy there was this one time when Y/N/N was in Vegas-“

“Ok, asshole! I’ll play it, but you gotta promise not to get offended, because I don’t have time for your white tears!”

“What the hell is white tears?”

“If you listen long enough, you’ll find out. Now be quiet, they’re just getting to the good stuff.”, you ordered as you hooked up your phone to the Bluetooth speaker.

You catch yourself not even pay attention to the podcast, but to the boys’ reactions. It was your favorite portion, the listener letters, which most of the time is about the listeners asking advice about their ain’t shit boyfriends. But as Crissle began reading the first question, you stopped paying attention to the boys and gave Crissle your full and undivided attention. The listener was a girl who broke up with her boyfriend who cheated on her with her best friend and gave her a STD, but couldn’t move out of their shared apartment because they shared a lease (Whew…chile, let Dean try something like that and the world would have one less Winchester).

After hearing the letter, you were thinking of your own advice you would give to the listener, but Kid Fury’s next joke had you spitting out your water and the whole car erupting in laughter, “Just kill him.” Before you missed anything else you had to pause the show and once there was silence Dean and Sam turned to you, “Hey! Why’d you turn it off?” “Um, because I refuse to miss another gem like that,” with a roll of your eyes. “Now shut the fuck up, so we can enjoy this masterpiece.” And that’s exactly what the boys did for the next 4 hours except for a couple of full bellied laughs and everyone’s take on what the listeners should do.

Once you guys reached your destination, you felt the most relaxed you had in weeks and you hadn’t even started the hunt yet. Heading into the motel room Dean swung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, “That was great, sweetheart. I really needed that. We can listen to it on the way back home.” “Probably not. We caught up and episodes come out on Thursdays and today is Friday. Sorry babe.” When you told Dean this, he looked like a toddler who was about to cry because he got his favorite lollipop taken away. Thinking quick on your feet you offered, “Oh we can just listen to Whorible Decisions.”

“Whorible Decisions,” Dean questioned.

“Yeah its all about sex, and we can ruin sweet, Sammy’s virgin ears,” you mischievously smirked.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Dean screamed.

Shaking your head, you knew you created a monster at that moment and you loved it.

#deanxblack!reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x black!reader #dean x black!reader #deanwinchester #deanwinchesterfanfic #deanwinchesterfanfiction #supernatural #theread #thisistheread #spn #samwinchester #black!reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

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squirrelnotsam · 5 years

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Ghost Rider

Ship: Reader X OMC; Reader X Dean?

Characters: Reader, William (OMC), Dean, Baby

Warnings: I don’t know TV show violence, cheating, let me know if I forget something

Summary: Your boyfriend, trying to get into your pants, buys you a ‘67 Chevy Impala. Little did he know the past owner; Dean Winchester’s soul is attached to it.

Word Count: Approximately 3,290

Created for @sdavid09 #Tale Teller’s Plot Bunny Challenge 2019

A/N: I have this recurring dream of Dean’s ghost leaning against Baby just waiting for me. When I read the plot bunny, I just had to use it. As I was writing this piece, I realized all the different possibilities the story could have gone in. I am not happy with the ending it’s not the one I envisioned for this piece. I am making do due to time constraints. I would appreciate any kind of feedback both positive and negative.

Image lifted from Super-Wiki

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Chuck Shurley once said, “This 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car…no, the most important object in pretty much the whole universe.” That is why it is such a shame to find it on a used car lot in Phoenix, Arizona. William crawled around under the Impala, checking hoses and clamps. He opened the hood and checked the fluids. The engine compartment appeared clean. “How many owners did it have?”

“Two has far as we can tell,” the salesman replied, “originally from Kansas.” He shoved his hands into his plaid trousers and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“It looks clean, but the mileage is high. How much were you asking for this again?”

“Fifteen thousand. It’s a classic. Don’t find to many like this anymore.”

William ran his hand over his buzz cut hair. “I don’t know man. It’s more than what I wanted to spend on the little lady. Would you take ten for it?”

“Let me run it by my manager and see what he thinks,” the salesman ran into the trailer that was being used as an office leaving William out by the car.

He hoped she would put out after all the money he was spending on her. So far, she was nothing but a wet blanket. He wined and dined her. Bought her clothes and jewelry but still she kept blocking his advances.

Buzz, Buzz the sound pulled him from his thoughts. Buzz, buzz he pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at it. Abitch displayed on the screen. If it wasn’t the little lady. The salesman came out of the office waving him over just as he was going to accept the call. Instead he swiped decline sending her to voicemail. William slipped the phone back into his pocket and ran up to the salesman.

“I can go as low as thirteen. Just need you to fill out some paperwork and we will get you on your way and to show there’s no hard feelings I’m throwing in a few coupons for a free steak dinner.” William shook his hand and followed him into the trailer.

They sat down at a small table with a laptop on it. “Just need a copy of your driver’s license.” William pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. Opened it and slid his driver’s license over to the salesman. The lights started flickering, “that’s been happening a lot lately,” the salesman smirked, “hope the power doesn’t go out before we finish the paperwork.”

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Y/N heard a rumble coming down the road. When it stopped in front of her house, she looked out the window and saw a gorgeous black car. She let out a groan when William stepped out of the vehicle. He was starting to get on her nerves. She had tried calling him earlier to cancel their date tonight, but he never returned her call. After the crappy day she had she didn’t want to put up with his unwanted advances. She was seriously considering breaking up with him, but her parents had their entire retirement riding on the business deal with his parents. If she broke up with him now the deal falls through and their retirement is gone.

The doorbell chimed as she was trudging down the stairs. She plastered on a fake smile before opening the door. “William, so nice to see you.”

He looked her up and down, then frowned. “You’re not ready.”

“You didn’t return my call earlier today. I’m really not feeling that well.”

“I got stuck in a meeting. We can always stay in tonight. Cuddle up with some movies.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

She looked around him to the driveway. “Did you get a new car?” Her eyes going wide.

“You want to go for a ride?”

“Give me a minute,” she said aloud. What are you doing Y/N thought to herself? You were just trying to cancel a date with the sleaze ball and now you’re going for a ride with him. Remember your parents. “It’s all about the parents.”

“What was that?”

Oops that wasn’t supposed to be said aloud. She was having problems keeping thoughts in her head tonight. “How are your parents?” She quickly covered as she finished slipping her shoes on and grabbed her wallet and keys.

“They’re doing good. There is some charity event coming up. They would like us to attend,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes as she locked the door. Y/N turned around and walked over to the car. She ran her finger across the hood and along the side following the contour of the automobile. “Hello, baby.”

William looked at her from across the top of the car. “Did you just call her baby?”

“Yeah, that’s her name.” She shrugged

“You name your cars?” He gave an incredulous expression. Y/N open the passenger side door and sat down on the bench seat. She rubbed her hand across the worn leather and caressed the dash.

“Doesn’t everyone? Who wouldn’t name their trusty steed?”

“You know it’s a car not living thing?” He scoffed. Starting the car up the engine roared to life. The vibration of the engine sending waves of pleasure through Y/N’s bones.

Y/N reached over and turned on the radio AC/DC’s Back In Black playing through the speakers. She starts headbanging to the beat of the song fingers tapping out the rhythm as she sings along. “You like this crap?” He questions as he changes the station.

“Let me guess you like Jazz music?” She looks over at him. His eyes stay on the road.

“Actually, I prefer Hip Hop.” The radio starts changing again and stops on Highway to Hell.

“Y/N would you please stop that,” he said irritated.

“That wasn’t me.”

“My hands are on the steering wheel and the only person in the car is you.” Y/N shivered. She turned on the heater. “What did you do that for?”

“It’s cold in here,” She said rubbing her arms.

The lights started flickering on and off in the car. “What the hell? I can’t believe that sleaze ball would sell me this piece of crap.” The car stalled in the middle of the road. William started banging on the steering wheel. Y/N opened the door. “Where are you going?” He growled.

She got out of the car and opened the hood. She started wiggling the wires around on the battery terminal. It all looked good. “You know I checked all of that before I bought the dumb thing,” he said. “There was a store a couple of miles back. I’m going to see if I can get some help.”

“Yeah you do that,” Y/N mumbled. Something was off and she was bound and determined to figure it out. “I haven’t spent most of my life learning about cars just to be stuck on the side of the road.” She opened the trunk up to see if there were any tools she could use.

She wasn’t expecting to find anything useful and was shocked to find a false bottom. When she lifted it up it was full of weapons. She began to wonder about William and if he was really a mass murderer. She was so lost in thought she never heard the footsteps coming up behind her.

“Where’s Winchester?” A voice snarled. Y/N turned around at the voice. A willowy man approached her.

“Who?” She questioned. Everything within her was telling her to run away.

“Dean Winchester, that’s his car.” He kept approaching her.

She looked confused. “Who is Dean Winchester?” She gulped as he stopped inches from her.

“Oh, this is sweet.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “You’re driving his car and you don’t know who he is?” He sneered at her. His gaze vacant and dead. Her eyes darted around looking for a way out of the situation. The air around her cooled. “Don’t even think about running, hun.” There’s nowhere to go and there are more creatures like me out in the woods.”

“Cr-crea-creatures like you?”

“I was just going to end this quickly, but perhaps I’ll keep you around. You’re fun to play with.” This time when he smiled, she could see his fangs. The vampire went flying against a nearby tree as Y/N’s body shuddered.

She doesn’t know how it happened, she couldn’t control her body. It was moving on its own. She grabbed a machete out of the trunk then stomped over to the vampire slicing his head off. She poured gasoline on his body and lit a match. “Adios bitch,” her voice was deep and gravely.

She put everything back in the trunk of the Impala got in the driver's seat and drove off into the night. She drove for sixteen hours straight and didn’t stop until she got to Lebanon, KS. She pulled up to a large building, its entrance was rather small and nondescript. It was located near the road but was almost below ground level. She opened the door and entered the room standing on a balcony.

Y/N was blown away by what she saw. There was a room filled with old electronic equipment. A table with the map of the world on it that glowed. The room adjacent to all the computer equipment contained a library and was decorated in lavish style. The walls were covered with bookcases and filing cabinets. At the end was a very large telescope. The central area featured a long wooden table and much of the furniture and decor were from decades past. She sat down in a comfortable looking chair and fell asleep.

“What happened?” Y/N groaned as she woke up. “And where the hell am I?” She looked around at her surroundings. The lights flickered and the air in the room chilled.

“Sorry about that,” a gravelly voice said. She looked to the source of the sound and saw a tall bow-legged man materialize out of thin air.

“What the…,” she said as her eyes grew wide. “Please don’t hurt me!” She yelled.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said raising his hands up in a placating gesture.

“You’re...you’re...you’re a gho...ghost,” she stuttered.

“Yeah, I wish you didn’t have to find out like this.” His face looked sad. “But all the things that go bump in the night. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, they’re all real.”

“Werewolves? Is that what...”

“No that was a vampire. My name’s Dean by the way.” He placed his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, Dean, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” She stuck her hand out to shake his hand. He grinned and shook his head to indicate no.

“I’ve used too much energy as it is now. If I tried to shake your hand I would just phase through.”

“Oh,” she replied. “No offense but where am I?” She glanced around the room.

Dean got a gleam in his eye. “I like to call it the Batcave, but really it’s a Men of Letters bunker. The safest place in the world.”

“The men of who?”

“Men of letters. It’s Illuminati for the supernatural. I want to show you something.” Dean flickered.

Y/N stood up and followed him down a hallway he stopped in front of a door with an Aquarian star with the number 11 in the middle of it. “It should be in here,” he said. Dean phased through the door. She turned the doorknob and entered the room.

There was a bed along with a desk and reading light, against it was a photograph of a blonde-haired woman. The room was decorated with guns and weapons. On the back wall hung an axe like weapon with a bone handle fastened to a long obsidian blade with a piece of leather. “Wow,” she said.

“In the desk drawer is my journal.” She could now see through Dean. He was fading fast. “It should answer…” He was gone.

“What have I gotten myself into?” she mumbled aloud. She went over to the desk and opened the drawer. Inside she found a leather-bound journal. Sitting on the bed she flipped through the pages she realized it was all about different types of monsters and how to kill them. Before Y/N realized it, she was fast asleep on the memory foam mattress.

The sound of the Imperial March from Star Wars woke her up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the palm of her hands and pulled her cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen. She missed a call from William and just like always he didn’t bother to leave her a message. Y/N rummaged around in the dresser and found a pair of sweats and an AC/DC tee-shirt that she changed into.

Feeling a little more presentable she found her way to the kitchen and surprisingly it was stalked with canned and dry goods. She placed some coffee grounds into the coffee maker added some water and flipped the switch to on. Coldness wrapped around her.

“You look good in my clothes.” The whisper in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes wishing she could see the handsome ghost with the pretty green eyes again. “Did you read the journal?” She heard.

Y/N turned around and slowly opened her eyes. Dean stood in front of her she noticed the freckles on his face. “I did,” she replied.

“So, you sacrifice yourself to save the world, thank you by the way. What happened to your brother?”

“Sam? I’m not sure. Thought he would be here.” The Imperial March started playing again. Y/N rolled her eyes and declined the call. “Shouldn’t you answer that?”

“He can’t bother to answer my calls I’m not going to answer his.”

“Won’t he worry about you?” Dean asked concerned.

“I figure it’s been roughly three days since the night with the vampire.”

“About that yeah,” Dean agreed.

“And he is just now calling me after leaving me stranded on the side of the road. What the hell kind of douche is that?”

“You can do so much better than him.” Dean smirked.

“Tell that to my parents. They’re the reason I’m with him to begin with. Some sort of business arrangement with his parents.”

“We should get you back to Phoenix, sweetheart. To your family and friends.” He pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. She sighed at the gesture. We can stop at a diner in town for some food.” He tossed her the keys to the car. “You can drive. Don’t scratch my baby.”

“So, I was right, about her name.”

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It was late as Y/N passed the welcome to Phoenix sign. The windows were rolled down and the radio turned up loud. Dean kept her company on the trip sharing stories and singing aloud to classic music on the radio. She turned down the radio as she turned down the residential street and pulled up to William’s house. She turned off the car and faced Dean. “It was a pleasure meeting you Dean. Will we see each other again?”

“I’m attached to the car. I have to go where the car goes?”

“And the car belongs to William,” she sighed. Dean leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel the coldness of him along with something tingly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s okay Dean. I wanted it also. I really should go and return the keys to him.”

Y/N walked up to the door. Her mouth went dry, so she licked her lips and swallowed down a gulp of air. She knocked on the door.

“Y/N/N, sweetheart,” she could hear Dean’s voice in her ear, “you should really just take the car and leave.”

“What’s going on Dean?”

“Trust me, the guy's a douche.” She rang the doorbell then knocked on the door as loud as she could.

“William!” She frantically kept pounding on the door. “Answer the door!” She rang the doorbell a few more times for good measure.

“Who’s trying to break down the door?” She heard a female voice say.

“William are you in there?” Y/N said. She heard a click as a lock was undone and a tall, thin woman with blonde hair appeared as the door cracked open.

“What do you want?” She was wearing a button-down shirt that barely covered her ass. Her legs were bare and no underwear on. Y/N took in her appearance and the disheveled look of her hair.

“I want to talk to my boyfriend,” Y/N said pushing the door open and walking into the house. “Where is the bastard?” She walked past the woman to the master bedroom. “What the hell she yelled?”

“Y/N what are you doing here?” William looked at you, confusion on his face. “Thank goodness you’re okay. I’ve been worried about you.”

“I can see that,” Y/N said. “How long have you been fucking her?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking.”

“The blonde slut that answered the door.”

“Oh, that,” William replied.

“I’m not a slut,” the other woman said.

“Can it!” Y/N glared at her. “You might as well go home nothing here for you anymore.”

“This is my home,” she mumbled.

“What did you say? Oh, that is just...Ugh! I just can’t right now.” The lights flickered. A small smile spread across Y/N face as she thought about Dean. “You know what you can keep the no-good low life son of a bitch. Slick Willie just answer this one question, did you even bother to go back for me, or did you leave me for dead?”

“I had to get it from somewhere. You weren’t putting out frozen queen that you are.” Willie snarled.

“I only came by to return your car, but I think I’ve changed my mind.” She twirled the keys around her finger listening to them jingle.

“You go ahead and keep that piece of shit.” The lights flickered again. This time she could smell leather, gunpowder, and mint in the room.

“I know Dean. You know you really shouldn’t talk about Baby like that,” Y/N said.

“Who the hell is Dean? There is no one else here except for us three.” Y/N glanced at the blonde and shrugged.

“He’s the former owner of the car that’s going to haunt your ass if you don’t behave.”

Willie rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You know there is no such things as ghosts, right? You have definitely lost your damn mind.”

“Boo!” Dean said as he flickered next to Willie. Willie jumped and the blonde’s eyes got wide with fright and she ran out of the room crying.

“I don’t even want to know how you pulled that trick but keep the car. You’ll be crawling back before too long.” Y/N turned and left the room.

She saw the blonde in the living room sitting on the couch. “Sorry I scared you. Won’t happen again,” Y/N said as she walked out the door slamming it shut behind her. She got into the Impala and drove away into the night blaring AC/DC’s Shoot To Thrill.

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Title: Here’s To... (Dean x Reader)

Summary: When a simple vamp hunt in the reader’s hometown ends with something unexpected, the reader is forced to face someone from her past. Dean notices something’s wrong and urges her to tell him everything.

A/N: I’ve been working on this for months, but the announcment today gave me motivation to write some angst, as I was already crying. I promise that even a year from now, after the show has ended, I’ll continue to write as much as I can. Okay, clearing something up about the fic before you begin. I’m not saying John was abusive or anything but he obviously wasn’t the best parent and Dean definitely has some sort of daddy issues because of it,

Warnings: deadbeat dads; daddy issues, ya know; death of a family member; common SPN violence; swearing and lots of insults in one part.

Word Count: 5,250

“Great.” He had said. “It’s just a vamp a few hours away in (H/T). You mentioned you grew up there, so I thought you might want to come with. It could be just the two of us, yeah? We could get back late this evening if we leave now.” You were completely ecstatic. Not only were you going to see your hometown and the people you loved, but you could spend the whole trip with Dean. “You sure you’re ready to get back in the game?” Dean smiled at you from where he stood on the other side of the Impala, watching as you took in the image of the black beauty with a large grin on your face.

When Dean had first come into your room, where the boys had tried to keep you on bedrest, you had figured he was here to tell you he and Sammy were going away without you again. But instead, he asked if you were up for a hunt. Excited, you had jumped out of your bed quickly, trying to prove that you no longer needed to be held in the bunker. “Of course I am!”

“Uh, hell yes I'm sure! I was starting to feel all cramped up in there!” You opened the passenger side, slid in, and threw your bag in the back, Dean in the driver’s seat. After being held in the bunker for two whole months due to getting injured on a past hunt and Dean refusing to let you risk getting hurt again, you had finally persuaded him to let you come along with him to a case in your hometown. It had been too long since you were there, and you couldn't wait to see all the old sights of the place you grew up. Maybe you could see some of your old friends and family. Of course, you'd have to keep most of your life on the down low, considering they didn't know about the reality of the monsters under their beds. Swallowing down your worries, you absentmindedly stroked the leather on the seat between you and Dean.

“Hey now.” he chuckled, speaking in a teasing tone. “Don't get too handsy with my Baby.”

“Sorry. It's just been too long since I've been in here with you.” You looked up at him. “Thanks for letting me come with.”

“What are you talking about? That’s your town, there's no way I’m gonna make you sit this one out! You know the best places to eat.” you laughed, causing Dean to erupt with a grin himself. “Nah, but really. I know you’d want to see your old place. You need to care about this town, right? They're your people!” His tone was teasing, but you almost felt the words were true. You did need to help them. But really, there was one reason you were going. He started the car, and instantly your nervous thoughts were relaxed and you were excited about this trip. To most people, long car trips were boring, tiring and being stuck in a car for hours to days was enough to drive them insane. But you, personally, your favorite thing to do was to hit the road with the person you were closest to. Especially when it was just the two of you.

After a few hours of driving and eating at rest stops and small-town diners along the way, the sun was high in the sky and you were laughing at Dean as he belted out the lyrics to an AC/DC song. The fact that he could make you laugh with his passion for classic rock was just another reason you loved hanging out with him. God, you loved him. “Ya know, Dee, as much as I love your taste in music, you should listen to some of my music sometime, don’t you think?”

“No way!” He laughed, teasing. “You probably listen to some trashy pop music.” You played mock offense, putting a hand to your heart.

“Dean, my taste isn't that bad! Give it a chance!’

“Well if the music you listen to is as good as your choice in diners, maybe I'll have to take your word for it.” He laughed and used one hand to pick up the burger he had ordered from the last cheap diner you’d stopped at, only to be interrupted by a ringing phone.

“Oh!” You grabbed your phone from your bag and checked the caller ID. You expected it to maybe be Sam calling from the bunker, but instead, you were shocked by an ID that you hadn’t heard from in at least a year. Your brother.

You had an… interesting family life, to say the least. You were the older sibling, just like Dean- it’s not that he knew that, though- and your brother had no idea about the hunter life. When you were younger, your mother and father were hunters, though your mother had decided to quit. Your father, though, didn’t care what his wife wanted, so he continued hunting. For the majority of your life, you grew up normal, despite without a father. To put it simply, you had what people call daddy issues. Of course, in your rebellious teen years, you decided you wanted to try hunting, and obviously, it stuck until now. But no matter what, you wanted your brother to stay ignorant to the ugly truth of the supernatural. Suddenly worried as to what he might be calling about, you knew you couldn’t ignore it. “Dean… pull over. Please pull over.” Dean looked worried for a moment but complied.

“What’s wrong?”

“Private call. I gotta get out.” You quickly answered the call, stepping out of the car and shutting the door behind you. “(B/N)?”

“Hey! (Y/N)! I haven’t heard from you in a while.” Still not able to fully understand why he was calling, you couldn’t bring yourself to respond right away.

“Well... well, why are you calling? What’s up?”

“Dad told me to call. We need some help.” You swore you could feel your heart drop to your stomach and suddenly felt like you were going to be sick. You crossed your fingers and prayed that that didn’t mean what you thought it meant.“I just started hunting with dad. He explained everything. The monsters, the hunting, if that’s what you’re wondering about. So yeah, I know everything. And there’s a vamp here. Dad’s thinking we’re gonna need your help...” You weren’t paying attention. After he said that he’d been hunting, your mind had gone blank. This can’t be happening. You struggled to wrap your mind around it. Your sweet, innocent little brother hunting? No way. How could dad pull him into this? “Hey, (Y/N). You listening? We got the vamp in those woods behind that old shack… thing. Remember that place?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I was actually heading into town. It won’t be too long before we’re there.”

“Great! Thanks (Y/N). I’m sure you’re much better at this than I am.” You quickly said your goodbyes and hung up, standing still for a few moments before finally turning back to Dean, opening the door and sitting back down. You tried your best to swallow down your worries.

“Everything alright?” His voice comforted you more than you ever thought it could as you slid down into the seat, searching for words. He studied your face for a moment. “We need to talk about anything?” Ah, there was that caretaker vibe that he always gave off. He could always tell when something is wrong, and he always seemed to know exactly what to do to help you.

“Just… if someone you really cared about was getting themselves into a dangerous situation, you’d wanna help them, right?”

“Of course.” You kept silent after that, not knowing what else to say. “Well, I don’t know what’s wrong, but if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t make you. If you’re too distracted to help, I can take down the vamp myself. Alright?”

“No. I’ll be fine. It’s an easy hunt.” You took a moment to gather yourself. “I actually know where the vamp would be. So we could skip all the actual hunting and just catch it by surprise. I’ll show you the place, but first let’s get into town, yeah?” You smiled at Dean, trying to convince him you were alright. He smiled back just as weakly, still showing his concern for your well-being. Maybe that was another place you were the same- you both tried to bury your emotions and let them out later. The rest of the trip dragged on slowly, the mood obviously dimmed, but eventually, you were pulling up in front of an old shed on the outskirts of town. You had often come here to play in the woods with your brother.

“Here?”

“Yep.” Dean looked at you with a skeptical look.

“Can I ask how you know it’ll be back there?”

“I had someone tell me. They’re also trying to hunt it.” The hesitant pause between your sentences was anything but natural, and you were sure that any sane person could see right through them- even Dean. “I trust them.” Dean nodded, immediately understanding.

“So you know this place?” Dean pried. You figured he just needed some more reasons that he should trust you. To be fair, you did answer a strange phone call and refused to give him any information about it.

“Yeah. I used to come here to play when I was young.”

“All alone?”

“Well…” Does it really matter anymore? If your brother was already going on hunts, there’s no reason for you to try and hide him anymore. Taking a breath you decided to let Dean know a part of your past you’ve never told anyone. “No, with my little brother.”

“Really?” Dean smiled, letting out a breathy laugh. “We’re more alike than I thought, huh?” He just looked at you for a moment, a soft look in his eyes. “Why didn’t you mention him before?” You could already feel tears coming, and all you wanted to do was take out your emotions on some monsters.

“It’s a long story. Let’s go.” You felt Dean’s eyes on your back as you exited the Impala, grabbing your weapons and preparing yourself for the hunt, but couldn’t do anything but ignore them.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Neither of you said anything as you approached the woods. You could practically feel the tension in the air, but you ignored it, trying to focus on more positive things. You thought back to when you used to walk here with your little brother, but that only made you even more emotional. You took a shuddering breath and willed yourself not to break down. You were only a few meters into the woods when Dean looked over to you, holding your shoulders.

“Okay, I won’t pry, but something’s obviously up. I can handle this on my own. I don’t want you to have to hunt when you’re so distracted.” You were about to say you’d be fine when a loud scream of agony caught your attention. Turning towards the sound, you both took off, all personal matters aside. Pulling out your blade, you approached the area the tortured noises had ceased, leaving an eerie silence. You were worried it was too late, and the civilian was already gone. You cast a look at Dean before he jumped past the briars and out into the clearing, straight into the view of the vamp with you on his tail. You’d done this so many times before, Sam and Dean would take care of most of the vamps, while you checked on the civilians that had been hurt. And that’s just what you did.

But this time, something was different. Yeah, Dean when after the vamp- it was kind of odd that there was only one vamp and not a whole nest- but when you went to check on the man lying on the ground, there was something oddly familiar about him.

“No…” Your heart seemed to stop when you noticed what was so familiar about him. No matter how many years had passed, you’d always recognize this face. “(B/N)?” You grew frantic, dry sobs racking your body. “No, no, no…” You searched for a pulse, though you knew it was useless. His throat had been ripped out- there was no possible way he was still alive. You gathered him- his body- up into your arms, smoothing out his hair and trying your hardest to pick up on the scent of that God-awful cologne he’d worn since he was practically twelve. You hated it then, but now you’d do anything to smell it over the stale scent of blood and grime. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. (B/N), I’m so sorry.” You heard Dean approaching, but you couldn’t tear yourself away. Never in a thousand years did you imagine that you’d be in this position. Your sweet, innocent little brother lying before you, throat ripped out by the vampire that he had tried to hunt.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N). You alright?” It was only then that you realized the tears streaming down your face. Dean seemed to then understand the state the man was in, and knelt next to you, laying a hand on your shoulder in condolence. “You know him.”

“He’s dead.” You let the words leave your lips softly, not wanting to believe them yourself. After a few more moments, you looked up to Dean and tried to wipe away the tears. “We need to give him a hunter’s funeral.”

“Of course.” He squeezed your shoulder and gave you a pitying look before standing. “I’m sure I have some tarp in the trunk. Would you be okay to gather some wood? I’ll be back in a sec. Promise.” You nodded and forced yourself to your feet, moving slowly, tearing your eyes away from the scene. You worked quickly, trying to gather sticks large enough to build the pyre. You had gathered only a few before the initial pain had numbed only long enough for the anger to take over. How could Dad let this happen? Did he even know? Where is that bastard? Part of you hoped that he had met the same fate- he was the one who deserved it, after all. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and pressed on the contact that you hadn’t called in years. Just when you thought it would go to voicemail, a voice spoke up.

“(Y/N)?”

“Dad, where are you?” You couldn’t stop your voice from dripping with venom. In fact, you didn’t want to conceal it. You wanted him to know just how mad you were.

“I’m doing fine, thanks-”

“Cut the crap. Where are you?” You heard him scoff over the phone.

“Still the same as your mother, huh?” Before you could send a snarky comment back at him, he continued. “I’m waiting for your brother in that warehouse near the old place. He’s certainly taking his damn time on the hunt. Maybe you’ll run into him. Family reunion, how about that?” You hung up, wanting to throw your phone on the ground. You took a moment to gather yourself, before shoving your phone in your pocket and turning back to your growing pile of sticks. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Dean standing a few feet behind you with the tarp in his arms.

“How much did you hear?”

“Nothing. I only saw you hang up. You looked pretty angry. Everything alright?” You only shook your head.

“Let’s just get this done. Please.” Dean nodded, sending you a half smile in understanding. Obviously, both of you had a problem with opening up to people. You took one last look at your little brother’s body before Dean began wrapping it in the tarp. You tried to keep your tears back as you build the pyre, but Dean wouldn’t let that happen, not on his watch. Once it was finished, Dean put an arm around your shoulder.

“You can cry, kiddo. I know how hard this can be. Losing a friend.” Every bit of you wanted to scream out that he was your brother, not just your friend, but you didn’t want more pity then he was already giving you. And frankly, you didn't want to explain the whole ordeal about your family life to Dean. So you held your tongue. Dean handed you the lighter, letting you decide when you were ready to let go. For more moments than you’d like to admit, you thought of not burning his body, but instead making a deal to get him back. You knew how much he would hate it, though, so you clicked on the lighter and looked away as you tossed it. The pyre lit up, and you wanted was to crumple into Dean’s arms. And that what you did. He was always there for you, and even if he didn’t know the whole truth behind the man who was burning in front of him right now, he could share your sorrow. You let your body relax into the warm feeling of Dean’s flannel-clad chest, and felt the tears start up again. You turned your face to his chest, breathing in his scent and grabbing at the fabric of his dark blue jacket. His arms found your shoulders and waist and he tucked you snuggly into his form, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Thank you.” You stood in this intimate position for a few minutes, just holding each other, flames burning against the setting sun in the background. You never wanted to leave his arms, never wanted out of this pure sense of security and care. This was unlike him, giving hugs. Last time he hugged someone, it was literally the end of the world, so you felt special being one of the few able to unfold yourself into his arms. But eventually, it was time to head back. With his arm still around your shoulders protectively, you cleaned up and walked back to the Impala. It was only after he had settled into the driver’s seat next to you that you dug up the courage to face your past. “Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we stop somewhere before heading home? I need to meet with someone. Tell them about…” Dean nodded, immediately understanding. Your family would want to know.

“‘Course. Where?” You directed him to the building, relying on your childhood memories to find it. “(Y/N), if you need to talk about anything, you know you can tell me, right?” You only nodded, holding your tongue. It was too complicated to explain. Dean frowned and turned his face back to the road. Soon enough, you pulled up in front of an old warehouse. It looked exactly like how you remembered it, and it threw you years into the past just looking at it. “No way am I letting you go in there alone.”

“I’ll be fine.” Dean didn’t seem convinced. “Okay. If I’m not out in five minutes, you can come in to get me. Yeah?”

“Be safe.” He still seemed uncertain but smiled anyway. You gathered up every once of hope that that smile gave you, slipping a knife into your jacket and turning towards the entrance to the warehouse.

It wasn’t completely dark inside, but you weren’t quite sure where the light source was coming from. It smelled musty and old, but that was to be expected, it was an old building. You took careful steps into the large, empty room, holding your knife out in front of you as a precaution. “Where’s your damn brother?” You turned towards the familiar voice. Before you even saw who it was, you knew It was one of the few familiar voices that you wished you’d never have to hear again. You lowered your weapon, pushing away the urge to just end the bastard’s pathetic life. “I knew he wasn’t cut out for this life.”

“You fucking bastard. I thought I told you to keep him out of it?”

“You don’t get to boss me around, kid. I’m the parent.”

“A shitty excuse for one if you ask me. Sending your inexperienced child on a hunt that you knew he couldn’t handle alone? Pretty jackass move.” You could practically hear the venom dripping from your own words. “Do you even care where he is?” He took his time answering the question, nodding nonchalantly.

“Sure I do.” He sounded bored and like he just wanted to get this over with. You stepped closer to him, feeling confidence swelling inside of you.

“He’s dead, you bastard. He’s dead because of you!” You practically spat in his face, and seconds later your cheek met harsh knuckles.

“He’s dead because of his own stupidity! If he can't even handle a test, then he doesn’t belong in this life at all!”

“A test?!” You were fuming, ignoring the painful bruise on your cheek, the possible black eye forming. “This was a test?”

“Why else would it be one vamp and not a whole nest? I had to test him.” The truth of your father’s part in your brother’s death settled in your foggy mind, and you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You threw your own punch back at him, colliding with his mouth. “You don’t even care about your own son, you dick! You never did! You gave up on your own wife and children for this!” You pulled your knife out and jumped towards him, but he overpowered you. His hand caught your wrist in a death-grip, and you felt as if he could snap it without hesitation. He twisted the knife around in your hand and ripped it out, catching your cheek in the process.

“If your mother wasn’t such a pussy, you would’ve all been taught how to survive. Then you wouldn’t be so weak! (B/N) would have survived!” His verbal attack on your brother only made you angrier.

“Fucker!” You brought your knee up and hit him between the legs, knocked his knees out from under him in the process. He was on the ground in an instant, but not without pulling you down with him. Your shoulder hit the concrete with a thud and, ignoring the pain, you climbed on top of him, knee on his chest and a pocket knife to his throat to pin him down. His hands pushed against the knife and wrapped around your throat, and for a moment you stayed locked like that, trying to find the strength to overpower him and end this, when you felt a sudden arm wrap around you from behind and pull you away. Someone else’s hand secured the knife so you couldn’t lash out. You recognized Dean’s arm in a moment and pulled against him. “Let me go!”

“(Y/N), calm down!”

“Who’s this, (Y/N)? Your fuckbuddy? You’re just like your mother!”

“Hey!” Everyone went silence when Dean pulled a gun and aimed directly- and quite accurately- at your father’s form. “Listen here, buddy. I suggest you shut the hell up and don’t mention any of tonight to anyone. Otherwise, you’ll have me on your ass. And lemme tell you…” His voice dropped to a deadly octave. “...you don’t want that.” After your father didn’t respond, Dean wrapped an arm around your waist and turned, helping you out to the car. You kept your gaze fixated on the ground, knowing Dean was probably disappointed. You tried to ignore the swelling and stinging under your eye and the aching in your shoulder as Dean helped you into the passenger side of the Impala.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized as Dean turned the key and started hightailing away from the warehouse.

“Are you hurt anywhere? Like, super hurt?” You shook your head. Other than the cut on your cheek and the possible black eye and black and blue shoulder, you were fine. “Listen, (Y/N). I don’t like to pry, but as soon as we get a bit of distance between us and him, we’re gonna stop and fix you up, and you’re gonna tell me everything. Okay?” You sat in silence, tears streaming down your cheeks. “(Y/N), I’m not mad.” His voice softened and he spoke in a whisper. “Just worried. I’m not going to yell. Promise you'll tell me what’s wrong. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You sat in silence for only a few minutes before the scene around you changed and you were back on a highway with nighttime settling in. You drove for a few minutes in silence, feeling ashamed that Dean had to stop you from killing your own father. Not even the sound of his classic rock tapes filled the car. “There’s a rest area up ahead. We could park there, fix you up, maybe get some crappy food, and sleep in the car for the night, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Before you knew it, Dean had parked under a patch of light in the mostly vacant parking lot of the rest stop. He turned to look at you under the streetlight, but you turned your head away, not able to meet his concerned gaze. You heard him sigh, and his tired voice reached your ears.

“(Y/N), I promise I’m not mad. I just want answers. Can you give me some?”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Think it over.” Dean opened his door and went to pull something from the trunk, while your mind tried to gather up a solid explanation for him. Where could you start? With your deadbeat dad or your dead brother? Or maybe you could just read him your entire biography. “(Y/N.” Dean’s gentle tone pulled you from your mind. “Come sit back here.”

“I had a bad childhood.” Dean lets out a somber chuckle at your sudden statement as you sat next to him in the backseat.

“Welcome to the club.”

“Maybe not as bad as yours, but it was hard for me.” Dean dabbed a cloth at the cut on your cheek and nodded for you to continue. “Well, I didn’t grow up a hunter. But my dad was one. He abandoned us.”

“Another deadbeat dad, huh?” He finished cleaning up the cut and focused all his attention on you.

“I only knew him as the drunk who showed up at our house or called every now and then. I didn’t actually know him until I was twelve… or something. I don’t remember when it was. He got me into hunting by persuading me it would protect my brother from bad things. That I could protect everyone I cared about.” You swallowed harshly. I never thought my involvement would cause his death. “But I hated my dad.” You watched the pieces connect in Dean’s mind.

“Was that your dad, fighting you back there?” You nodded, and Dean’s face twisted into anger. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). No one should say those things to their own child.” You couldn’t help but notice the close proximity between the two of you. You were sitting sideways on the bench seat, knees bend and pressing into Dean’s thigh. Dean had one hand on your shoulder, where he had been holding you steady as he cleaned up your injuries. His eyes bore into yours as if telling you it’s all going to be alright. Willing that to be true, you sucked in a breath. You needed to gather up strength for your next confession.

“Remember when I got that call earlier Dean? That someone I cared about was also hunting that vamp?” He nodded, his eyes slowly become dark with realization. “And remember when I said I had a little brother? Apparently, dad got him into hunting too.” Then, he knew.

“... No… was that..?” His eyebrows furrowed together and he gazed at you with those sad green eyes. “Son of a bitch…”

“My brother. Dean, my brother is dead. Dad said it was a test hunt. He’s dead-” Your voice cracked dramatically. Since when was your throat this tight? Tears that had been building up for so long finally broke free from your eyes, and you brought a hand up to wipe them. Dean pulled your hands away gently, urging you to lie your head on his shoulder.

“(Y/N), don’t hold it in.” You willingly buried your tear-streaked face in his neck, inhaling his musky, smoky scent and clawing at his jacket hopelessly. “Sweetheart, I’m so, so sorry. I know how much it hurts to lose a brother, trust me. I’ve lost Sammy more times than I even want to count anymore.” You stopped you sniffed through your words.

“But he always came back. You could always get him back. I can’t-” You suddenly realized what you must look like, and buried your face back into Dean’s chest.

“I know… I know, kiddo.” His strong arms enveloped you, pulling you even closer. You felt his face against the top of your head and knew he was giving you a kiss.

“If I would’ve been faster, he’d still be alive. This is my fault.”

“No.” Dean’s voice switched from comforting to urging with only one word. He looked you in the eye, holding your full attention. “Don’t blame yourself, (Y/N). None of this was your fault. None of it.” He paused for a moment, thinking over what you had said to him. “Did you say that was a ‘test’? It’s your dad’s fault. I should’ve let you kill the son of a bitch. I’m sorry.” You laughed through your tears and felt Dean’s fingers trail through your hair.

“Thank you, Dee.”

“‘Course, sweetheart. I understand how it feels, and the last thing you need is to feel even more alone. You know I’ll always be here for you, right? I know it’ll take you a while to get past this if you ever do. So I’m not going anywhere.” You smiled thankfully at him, and he sent back one of his killer looks before turning and grabbing a beer out of the cooler. “You need a drink?” You smiled and gladly accepted the offer. He cracked one open for himself and tapped the end against yours in a toast. “Here’s to being more similar than we thought.”

“Here’s to shitty fathers and daddy issues.” Dean cracked a smile at your addition.

“Here’s to your brother.”

“Here’s to us, Dee.” You both smiled at that, clinking your bottles once again and taking a huge gulp. Dean watched you with a soft smile on his face, taking a small sip. He wanted to stay sober tonight. He wanted to remember this night for the rest of his life. And remember it he did. He remembered how the love of his life sat with her legs across his lap, face in his chest and arms around him, in the backseat of his Impala. How you’d drunkenly asked for cuddles before passing out in his arms, and the lights outside vanished as he lay back on the leather seat, holding you to him in an intimate yet innocent embrace at the end of the night. He remembered how he hadn’t even kissed you, yet he felt so much more satisfied than any night he could have spent sleeping with a different woman. And, even years into the future, when he stood before you, ring in his hand, he could still remember that last toast clear as day.

“Here’s to us, Dee.”

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