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Robbing the Cradle

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1932 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Dean falls in love with a younger reader, and really struggles with it.

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Dean had put up a huge fight when it came to you, at least at first. 

He didn’t want to be in love with you, and he didn’t want to admit how happy you made him. He didn’t want to but clearly that didn’t change the fact that he had fallen so deeply in love with you that he couldn’t dig himself out.

You were nothing more than a child, at least as far as he was concerned. You were only twenty-two years old, practically still in pampers and he felt weird about it.

After all, why didn’t you want to be with a man your own age? Didn’t you want to have a normal relationship? Why would you want to be with someone like him when someone better was right around the corner. 

Dean wasn’t the most thoughtful, or well adjusted man in the world, and that wasn’t a secret. 

He knew that there was someone who could be better for you.

Still, you showed no interest in anyone other than him. It shocked the man to his core, that you never once talked about what you were missing out on, or wanting to do anything other than what you were doing. 

He just didn’t get it.

From Dean’s point of view, you should have been desperate to get out and experience life but who better to show it to you than Dean? That was the only thing that you ever said when he brought it up. 

You just didn’t understand how he could ever worry about something like that. After all, how many guys your age were going state-to-state, hunting monsters and saving lives?

Dean Winchester was one in a million...whether he chose to believe it or not.

Take today for example, you had tagged along with Sam and Dean to track down a poltergeist that was committing a series of gory murders in a small town. 

It had been a ridiculously stressful hunt, and it could have been dangerous but you had never felt more alive. You were obsessed with the thrill of the hunt. In fact, there was only one thing you liked more.

...And that was drinking. 

You had learned early on that going to the bar with the guys after a hard case was the best way to unwind. There was honestly nothing like it and you had never passed up a chance to go after everything was over. 

Which was good, considering the fact that Dean also really liked to hit the bar when he was stressed. 

...But he wasn’t the only one. 

There were a ton of guys with really hard lives and things they’re running from. Everyone had things they were trying to forget and liquor just aided in that journey. 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing liquor did. 

It also made some men lose their tact, which with a beautiful woman around, was never good. It was a bad combo and Dean was really figuring that out tonight. 

“What’s wrong Dean?” you wondered, in a sing-song tone, even going so far as to throw your arm over his shoulder casually. 

The action was a little goofy with the slight drinking you’d been doing but you were in no way drunk. 

You had just been trying to get him to play pool for an hour now and tonight he was practically a bump on a log. 

...It was no fun at all. 

Especially not considering how much fun Dean was when he was in a good mood. You just missed it tonight, and you had no idea what was on his mind.

  “Nothing’s wrong, just got a lot on my mind” he tried, but you knew better. 

He may have been older than you but sometimes his pouting made you doubt it. You and Dean had been together for too long for that to work. 

The two of you had nearly died today and all he could think about was the hunt. It was kind of unbelievable. 

However, you were missing the biggest part of this whole thing. You had no idea but you and Dean weren’t alone in your casual affection. At some point, you had caught the attention of a group of strangers. 

...But you hadn’t noticed yet. 

You thought that there was something wrong with you, or that he was bored of your company. 

“Please Dean? Can’t we just play? I wanna have a good time and forget about the monsters” you begged, your voice nothing more than a purr in his ear. You were desperate for a little fun, especially after such a long and stressful day.

Though, you still didn’t know that across the bar stood that group of younger guys, not much older than you are. 

They’d had their eyes on you since you two walked in, and it was really starting to bother Dean.

He couldn’t stand it. 

Dean had been around the block before, and he had been that sort of guy. He knew that they were talking about him, and that they were weighing their options about what their chances were with you. 

They thought that he had robbed the cradle, and they were planning on taking you away from him...and why wouldn’t you go?  They were young, and built and they could offer you the world.  

How was he supposed to compete with that?

“I’m not really in the mood tonight, why don’t you play without me?” he suggested, waving over to the table begrudgingly. He felt bad about it but he just couldn’t fake it tonight. 

These were the sorts of things that really got to him about the age gap that you two had. Other people constantly had their eyes on you, as if you didn’t know what you were missing out on. 

Though, you both knew that wasn’t the case. 

As far as you were concerned, you weren’t missing out on anything, and Dean didn’t ever get that far. He was fully in love with you, and as long as you wanted to be with him, he would take it. 

...But not tonight. 

Tonight, he just needed to sit by himself and stew over everything that was bothering him. 

It was the way the Winchester men dealt with things, and there was nothing he could do to change that. 

You nodded, taking the hint and heading over to the table. Luckily, you were able to reach out to a few people at the pool table and join their game. They were nice, but you found it really hard to take the distraction. 

You were just worried about Dean. 

So worried, in fact, that you completely missed the one brave guy out of the pack who approached you. He had just chugged an entire beer can, and he was feeling on top of the world.

Clearly, that had led him to believe that you wanted anything to do with him. Even if you were putting out every single signal telling him that wasn’t the case.

As far as you were concerned, it didn’t matter if this guy was David Beckham or the queen of England. 

The last thing you wanted right now was for some average Joe to bother you. 

Not that your very clear body language kept him from coming. 

Before you could say or do anything about it, his arm was slung around your shoulder, a clumsy stumble following. He wasn’t smooth by any means, but weren’t too worried about it.

You were a literal monster hunter. You could handle a handsy frat boy that was too far out of his depth. 

Both you and Dean had handled worse. 

“Can I help you?” you wondered, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you shrugged him off, not even bothering to drop your pool cue. You didn’t imagine this would take too much time at all.

The Bozo to your right only laughed, smiling at you with a lopsided grin. “I was thinking more along the lines of how I could help you” he suggested, the words leaving his throat in a sick tone.

It made you want to be ill. 

This guy was a creep and you knew for a fact that he had nothing to offer you. Though, before you could inform him of that simple fact, an all too familiar hand fell down on his shoulder. 

...Because as it would turn out, Dean couldn’t just sit by and watch.

He knew that you could handle it, but he couldn’t help himself. As much as he tried to stay out of it, it made his blood boil to watch someone paw at you like that. 

It wasn’t in his nature. 

“Is there a problem man?” the younger guy wondered, looking at Dean as if he’d committed some sort of serious offense. If only he knew what he was getting himself into.

You could tell that Dean was doing his best to keep calm, which was good. However, you couldn’t be sure how long that patience would last. 

If you knew anything, it wouldn’t be long at all.

Dean Winchester was a lot of things, but patient wasn’t one of them. 

“No, there’s no problem at all...except for the fact that you’ve got your hands on my girl” he started, his jaw tensed slightly as he addressed the frat boy by your side. 

He seemed just as upset as you could have expected, though he was doing a pretty good job of keeping it hidden. 

“Wait, hold up, this is your girl? Is that what you’re telling me?” the stranger laughed, looking between the two of you with a grin on his face. 

...Obviously that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, but you didn’t get it.

There was nothing funny about it and as soon as he said it, you found yourself getting angry. Not only was this guy a creep, but he was also gonna question a man like Dean? 

He must have been an idiot. 

However, before you could step up and make that point, Dean stopped you with a calm glance. 

You hadn’t been prepared for that reaction, but Dean had. From the moment that you two started doing this whole thing, he had been waiting for these kinds of reactions. 

A guy like him had no business being with a woman like you, and he knew that. 

“Look man, I get it...but yes, this is my girlfriend and I’d appreciate it if you backed off” he suggested, knowing it wouldn’t go down that easily. Though, he wanted to give this kid a chance. 

After all, he was just a young guy trying to have a good time and Dean understood that, not that he was going to let this whole thing slide if he kept it up. 

...And of course he kept it up. 

“Oh yeah? You’d appreciate it?” he scoffed, glancing down at you. “Can you believe this guy, honey?” he just kept going, laughing. 

You could have killed him. 

There was only one thing that you knew in this moment, and that was that this wasn’t going to end well.

*Bonus* 

“Are you alright baby?” Dean checked, smiling at you in a tired sort of way. It had been a long day, but you nodded, anyway. 

“I’m fine, are you okay though?” you hummed, returning the favor. He seemed alright, but the bruise blooming on his cheek proved potentially different. 

That jerk had got one lick in before Dean knocked him out. 

Little did you know, but in that moment, Dean had actually never been better.

thinking about dean cas and baby jack going on a road trip. dean’s used to being in the impala for long lapses of time, but it’s usually stressful, it’s tiring, it’s always in the expectancy of another job, another monster to be defeated. it’s always going from point A where a killer was killed to point B where another one awaits. it’s always about the job.

so this time, concentrating on the road as dusk was slowly creeping up on them, with cas dozing off beside him or maybe thinking hard about... something (this was cas after all, how was dean supposed to know what went on in his (his!! he still couldn’t believe that) angel’s head), squinting as always, his eyes almost shut; with 4yo jack in the backseat, drooling all over the fine black leather (if this wasn’t his kid, dean would’ve stopped the car already and thrown the child out just for this punishable-by-death-atrocity) and dreaming about a future dean gets to be a part of (goddammit how did he get so lucky), he was surprised when he didn’t feel the much-too-common tension in his shoulders. he felt... relaxed, yes that’s the word. it’s a word he was beginning to understand, a word that cas was teaching him how to feel.

a small smile cracked its way through dean’s face as he turned his attention back to the road. they were on their way to Louisiana, not set on a town yet. he may have been retired, but dean hadn’t lost his taste for adventure, so he had convinced his little family to just, wing it. he wondered if he should switch routes and see where the new one lead him, but that might upset cas who was really excited about eating the good food he’d heard his husband talk so much about. louisiana it is, then, he thought.

in the corner of his eye, he could see cas breathing deeply, no doubt already mapping out every possible resting spot for tonight, every corner store that sold kids food, maybe emergency stuff (cas could get a bit overwhelming when he listed off every single potential thing that may go terribly wrong with jack when they leave the safety of their house) or diners that cas deemed appropriate enough for their special kid. because he really was special, every smile, every laugh, every new drawing or string of words he puts together seemingly just so he can see his dads smile, every single thing this baby does is special. unique. and dean gets to see all those things, he gets to be there for everyone of them. jesus he’s getting emotional, should stop that now or cas will be teasing him about it for the rest of the trip. ok, deep breaths now, he thought. the road, the wheel in his hands, baby’s engine humming quietly. right. got it.

they packed frantically two days prior, because cas. jack was giggling the whole way through, observing them from his stool, since apparently dean looked really funny with peach fuzz he hadn’t had the time to shave yet (cas woke him up in a panic at 6am dammit) pink pajama shorts, his boots and a unicorn tshirt he only wore in cas’ presence (sam is a lovey kid, but hell if dean is ever going to let him see the collection of tshirts this one comes from). 4 suitcases, a couple inflatable duck-floaties, way too many towels, every single one of jack’s stuffed animals (except the little purple dinosaur one that jack was firmly holding onto during his inspection of his parents’ packing ordeal) and a thousand other useless things cas seemed to find essential to their survival.

“jesus, it’s only a couple weeks, honey!” dean had told him, trying to fit the last suitcase into the trunk of the impala (and miserably failing, to his own bitter disappointment).

“yes, a “couple weeks” within which we will apparently be doing things and going places we cannot foresee, as was your wish. i simply want to be prepared for any alternative your resourceful mind might come up with. and jack requires all his stuffies, he cannot sleep without counting each one of them before bed. you do not wish to see your child cry for two weeks, do you? you would not purposely cause him any pain, would you? right then the matter is settled. these items must find their way into this car you love so much, and i must attend to our son. his breakfast awaits!” cas had responded, mischievous smile growing larger with each sentence. “good luck!” he then added, giving dean a long and deep kiss, as if this was to be their last.

after a kiss like that, how was dean supposed to keep on complaining? he wasn’t, and that was exactly what cas intended, dean knew that. doesn’t mean he protested, or argued against his miraculous-bitch of a husband. so he had finished packing, muttering to himself, but unable to push down the grin that cas’ kiss had brought upon his face. or the flush of his cheeks for that matter.

here he was, happy as he’d ever been, relaxed for the first time ever while being on a long drive (first of many times, he hoped), with the love of his life on his right side, and the other light of his existence in the backseat, little hands still clutching the purple dinosaur.

“hey.” he heard a raspy and sleepy voice say. cas had indeed been asleep for the past 30 minutes.

“good morning, sleepyhead!” answered dean, chuckling.

he looked at cas’ beautifully hazy face, his icy blue eyes shining in the pink-orange light of the fading sun. god, how could this man be his, and how could dean ever refuse him anything. he reached out his right hand to place it on cas’ left thigh, stroking it lovingly in round patterns with his thumb. smiling at him, he wondered if giving him a quick kiss would cause his husband to start lecturing him again (for the thousandth time probably) about driving safely when jack was in the car.

fuck it, he thought. he glanced at the empty road, and lunged quickly towards cas before the former angel could refuse, and placed his lips on his for a few seconds. grinning to himself as he sat back, directing his gaze back to the highway, he waited for cas’ annoyed voice, no doubt already preparing a stern talking-to and threatening him to rat him out to the police to get his license taken away (not that it would matter, dean still had all his fake ID’s in a secret box back home, carefully tucked between baby clothes and pacifiers at the bottom of a drawer).

“dean.” cas started, a frown already carved into his forehead.

“oh no you don’t” dean cut him off. “if you lecture me, jack’s gonna feel it and he’ll wake up from what seems to be a very pleasant dream. save it for the hotel room, i know a few ways you can make me feel the weight of my wrongdoing.” he added with a wink.

cas turned to look at his son, still happily asleep in the back. frown disappearing, a sweet smile starting to lighten his expression (wow, he really could just look that magnificent whenever he felt like it) he turned back to face his partner.

“fine. just because he’s asleep. where are we?” cas said, squinting disapprovingly, then yawning silently.

“just passed the northern border of arkensas.” answered dean with a sigh. “gonna be a pretty boring drive from here on out”.

“i see. there’s a motel not far from here, with a town nearby where we could find sustenance, appropriate for jack too.” cas said, not even looking at his phone: he’d memorized each town’s location, every name of every motel, roadhouse, diner that they might encounter, because he was like that. and god did dean love him for it. “it’s getting a bit late, and i would rather see jack in a bed tonight than sleeping in the car” he remarked. “no offense to her” he added hurriedly when he felt dean’s glare after what could be interpreted as an insult to his baby.

“alright. when’s the exit for this town of yours?” dean asked absentmindedly.

“15 more miles, i believe.” cas answered, propping up an elbow on the windowsill.

“cool. tell me when you see it, i might forget, with you looking so handsome right next to me and all. tired father really is a good look on you.” dean whispered with a side smile.

“oh stop it. jack is right there.” cas answered, chuckling and fiddling with his wedding ring.

they stared at each other, peace settling comfortably between them.

“you know i love you, right?” said dean, without a hint of humor in his voice.

“yes, you’ve taken the habit of telling me, roughly 28 times a day, give or take.” joked cas as he saw dean scowl. “i love you too, now and forever, when the seas rise and swallow the land, when the heavens fall and the stars burn out, i will still love you, the only light that ever mattered, the first soul i ever really saw, the one i followed to hell and back. but you already knew that, right?” cas uttered with warmth, with the same voice he’d used at their wedding.

“jesus, cas. if you’re not careful, i might just end up falling for you. oh wait, i already did.” answered dean, face reddened and heart full. this is where he belonged.

dean’s hand was still on cas’ thigh, and their gazes were still locked together when jack woke from his sleep in an adorable mumble. he immediately started babbling to his fathers about the dream he had had (probably making up new details, but you could never know with that kid). as the family laughed together, dean looked to his window, and time stilled for a split second.

he saw a ghost of who he was, staring back at him in his reflection, eyes glossy with tears (joy? terror? sadness? love? hate? too hard to tell). the face in the makeshift mirror seemed to ask “is this really what is coming? will i truly get to where you are one day?”. dean smiled, nodding a silent “yes, yes you will. in time.” and the face faded away slowly, a little less scared than it had seemed at first.

when he looked back towards his husband and his son, his own eyes were glossy too.

“what’s wrong?” cas asked, worried.

“nothing, i’m just happy.” dean answered, wiping away a tear that was slipping down his cheek with a sure smile. “i’m just... happy.”

they drove until cas pointed at the exit, ate, and fell asleep contentedly.

18 years ago, dean dozed off without the need for strong booze in the very same motel, and the same tear (joy, maybe?) danced down his face into the pillow. a low hum of a voice saying “in time” ringing brightly in his mind, he fell asleep into the deepest slumber he’d ever gotten. “all will be well”, a voice kept repeating.

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 34

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2990

Warnings: smut (bisexual orgy - oral, anal, and vaginal sex, double vaginal penetration, come play)

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note:  Written with @avengerscompound​ whom checks me on my crazy literally all the time

Chapter 34: The Wedding Night

The wedding feast was even bigger than the victory one.  Though where the victory feast was multiple small courses this time the tables were all laden high with things to choose from.  First were tureens of soup, bowls filled with salad and plates piled high with cold meats and warm pastries.  As the food dwindled they were replaced with roasted meats and vegetables piled high on platters.  There were jugs of sauces to go with them, each one both complementing and altering the taste in completely different ways.

When there were only scraps left they were replaced with desserts.  Bowls of puddings and platters of fruit.  Cakes both large and small in all kinds of flavors.  Some intricately decorated.  Some very simply.  By the time the food was done Riley was covered head to toe in it.

There were none of the traditional customs at any wedding reception I’d seen on earth.  No speeches or formal dance.  No cake cutting.  Nothing really that directed the crowd’s attention to us as special.  It was just celebrating.  When the food was cleared away the tables were moved back and a dance floor was opened up.

The children were having a fantastic time considering this had come off the tail of being caught in a battle.  They ate.  They found other children to play with.  They danced with each of their parents in turn.  They even danced with a few of their aunts and uncles.

Thor did spend much of the night in talks with Angela, Loki and a few members of the council.  He took his moments to be with each of us.  Whether that be a conversation, a dance or a stolen kiss, but most of his attention was on the negotiations to hand over the crown.

It was so late by the time we left the party.  The kids were passed out and we were all exhausted.  However, we were all buzzing too.  So much had happened and so much was going to happen.  Thor was coming to be with us for good. We were bonded.  We had new powers.  We fought and won and we were going to have a happily ever after.

We put the twins into bed and all of us went into Thor’s room.  “Are you sure you want to do this, Thor?”  Steve asked as we all began to help each other undress, carefully hanging up our clothes.  It was clear that whatever we had been through had burned off all the Henhalda except the new mark we all shared and the special markings that were made for each of us.  I wanted to explore each and every one of them in fine detail. But there was something I wanted more first.

“I saw it clearly.  My sister is to rule.  She will be a great ruler and bring the nine realms into a new era of peace and prosperity.  And I get to be with all of you,” Thor said.  “Though it means I need to stay here for a while longer while I organize the handover.  I trust the vision, but I am not naive.  I shall supervise her and leave Loki to continue to act as adviser.  If things do not work out, I shall take the crown back.  By force, if need be.  But I do not think it would come to that.  The vision was clear.”

“You don’t get to come back with us right away?”  Wanda asked.

“It is best if I don’t, my sweet love,” Thor replied.  “But when I do return to you, it will be for good.”

Wanda hummed.  “That will be nice.”

“Maybe we go back, organize these two’s legal wedding,” Steve said gesturing to me and Tony.  “Then when you arrive we’ll make it a honeymoon trip for all of us.”

Tony came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck.  “That sounds really good.  What do you think, honey?  Fiji?  The Maldives?”

“Mmm, we can get one of those over the water bungalows for all of us.”  I hummed leaning back against him.

Steve moved over to the two of us and tilted my head up to look at him.  “Elise, I am very proud of how you handled yourself today.  I don’t think this new power is a mistake.  You are our heart.   If you want to join the Avengers.  I won’t stand in your way.”

I furrowed my brow.  “I - uh… I don’t …”

“Talk to us, princess,” Sam said, gently.  “What are you thinking?”

“I don’t want to.  I don’t think I’m cut out for that kind of life.  But if I have this suit, and I can wield Mjolnir, doesn’t that mean I should?”  I said.  “I mean… if you have the power to protect people, and you don’t then aren’t you just as bad as the people doing the hurting?”

Steve chuckled softly and pulled me into his large arms.  “Oh honey, you already sound like an Avenger,” he said.  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.  But if that’s how you feel we’ll work out a way you can balance it.”

“We can probably talk about all that later right?  Don’t we have something to consummate?”  Clint said suggestively.

“Aye, that we do, little bird,” Thor said pulling Clint into his arms.

Bruce shifted down from the blended version of him and Hulk to just him and twirled Natasha into his arms.  “There’s an incident from our past I’d like to make up for,” he said.

“Well, now Doctor Banner.  I would love for you to make it up to me,” she purred.

They kissed deeply and he lifted her and carried her to the bed.  Sam moved in quickly to claim Thor and as he dragged Thor to the bed, Thor took Tony’s hand and brought him along too.  Bucky stalked up to Wanda and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Oh, look.  It’s my two troublemakers,” Steve teased.  “Whatever shall I do with the two of you?”

“I think you could do whatever you damn well like, Cap,” Clint said moving up close to the two of us and cupping Steve’s jaw.

Steve leaned in and kissed him hard, as I stood pinned between them.  Clint’s hands slid up my sides and massaged my tits as he ground against my ass.  Steve’s arm was still curled around my waist and he ran it down, squeezing my ass.  I hummed and relaxed between them.  Steve lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to grind against his cock.

“Come on you three, get over here,” Sam called, beckoning us over.

Clint pulled back and dragged both Steve and I onto the bed.  I stretched out arching my back so I could reach Clint.  I ran my tongue over his balls.  He hummed and looked down at me, pushing my hair out of my face.  I ran my tongue up his shaft and it twitched and jumped as it hardened fully.

Steve crouched down between my legs and nosed at my cunt.  I spread my legs wider allowing him to run his tongue up the length of my folds.  As I used my mouth on Clint and Steve used his on me, I saw Natasha lean back from where Bruce was currently going down on her and tease her tongue over the head of Steve’s cock.  It seemed to set off a chain.   When Natasha started to suck Steve’s cock, Tony moved back to suck on Bruce’s.  Thor moved between Tony’s legs, and Sam between Thor’s, then Wanda, then Bucky until it came back around to Clint and he lay down and took Bucky’s whole length into his mouth and we all formed one long daisy chain.

The threads that ran from me intertwined with each other in the circle.  Crisscrossing over each other.  I could feel everyone’s pleasure as they used their mouths on each other.  Their enjoyment of both giving and receiving and being part of this chain which held each of us.

I knew it was Wanda who was feeling it strongly, her muffled moans were louder than anyone else’s, but I could also feel it through the thread and it added to my own pleasure as Steve’s tongue swirled over my folds and flicked over my clit.

I took Clint’s cock into my mouth and relaxed my jaw, letting him fuck it as I curled my tongue around his shaft.

I don’t know why but I began to flick my fingers through the beams of light that were connected with the others.  Each time I did it made the person whose beam it corresponded to moan even louder.  I wound the threads through my fingers and gripped the sheets.

It wasn't long before the room was a cacophony of muffled moans.  Wanda bucked up hard and came, her body shuddering.  The sensation from it I got through the thread sent me over too and I nearly choked as I jerked back and forced Clint’s cock further down my throat.

We all split apart again.  Sam moved over to Wanda, and crawled up over her, kissing her deeply. Bucky, Steve, and Natasha formed a small group.  While Bruce and Tony paired up, leaving me with Thor and Clint.  “Oh hey, it's my baby daddies.”  I joked.  “What could possibly go wrong?”

Thor laughed.  It was a deep rumble of a sound that was infectious and made me feel warm and good.  “Are you saying that our children are a mistake?” He teased, pulling me into his lap.

“No.  I'm pretty happy they exist.”  I hummed as I let him pull me down flush against him.

Clint moved and grabbed some oil and began to liberally coat Thor’s cock with it.  He teased his pussy with his knuckles as he did and I tried to grind down on them.  “Come on now, princess,” he teased.  “Don't tell me you wouldn't want another couple of little monsters running around.”

“Woah,” I said, grabbing his wrist.  “Not until we talk about it.”

“Lady Elise,” Thor soothed, cupping my jaw and drawing my focus back to him.  “I will keep my powers in check.  I promise you.  But if you would rather not risk it, there are other things we can do to give you pleasure.”

I shook my head, clearing out the intrusive thoughts of how bad it had been when I'd first gotten pregnant and returned here to this moment where my new husbands and wives had grown so much since then.  Where an accidental pregnancy would most likely be greeted with excitement and regardless, I had an IUD and even Thor couldn't get around the fact that was in the way.  “No.  It's fine.  Sorry.”

“No need to be, my queen,” Thor replied as he caressed my neck.

“I'm not the queen anymore,” I corrected him.

“You will always be my queen, Elise,” he assured me and with a snap of his hips, he was inside me.  I moaned and dug my fingers into the sheets as he penetrated me deeply.  He didn’t wait for me to adjust, he just started rutting his hips quickly under me.  I countered by slowly rolling my hips against him, but my movement was limited because Clint had moved behind us and was using his fingers to stretch me out more.  Sliding one and then two against Thor’s cock and inside of me.

As Clint was testing my limits, Natasha, Steve, and Bucky kept switching positions like they were made of water, Wanda and Sam were in lotus, kissing passionately as she sat in his lap, and Bruce had Tony pulled up against him as he fingered Tony’s ass.

Clint pulled his hand free and lined himself up behind me, resting one hand in the middle of my back.  “Go slow, Clint,” I mewled as Thor stilled.

“Of course, princess,” he said, adding more oil to his cock. He slowly sunk in and I moaned and bit down on Thor’s shoulder.  The stretch and burn were intense and it tore right through me.

Clint went slowly though and Thor rubbed my back in slow circles and kissed my neck.  “There you go.  You’re doing so well, my life,” Thor whispered.

When Clint was buried deep inside me, both men paused and waited for me to give them the go-ahead.  I was full to breaking and it took a moment for me to adjust.

“Okay,” I said, pushing back against them.  “Okay.”

Clint started to thrust, his cock sliding up and down Thor’s inside me.  When he hit the slow steady rhythm he was happy with, Thor began to move.  He thrust harder and faster than Clint, pistoning in and out of me.

I mewled, tensing around them and clutching at Thor’s hair.  Thor pulled me into a searing kiss, so every moan and grunt and cry was muffled by each other’s mouth.  There was lightning in my veins.  That pleasure that bordered pain surged through me and all I could do was hold on and ride it.

An orgasm tore through me, but they didn’t ease up.  If anything it spurred Clint on to move harder and faster.  He peppered kisses up my spine as he pounded into me from behind.  I broke the kiss with Thor and tilted my head back and pulled Clint down to kiss him.

I came again, crying out into Clint’s lips and clenching hard around both their cocks.  Around us, other’s were reaching their own climaxes.  Wanda had come at least as many times as mine, and Sam was gritting his teeth as he went for one more.  Natasha, Bucky, and Steve were in train position, with Bucky thrusting into Natasha as Steve thrust into him.

As Clint and I continued to kiss, Thor latched on to one of my breasts and began to suckle on it.  I mewled and clenched, everything was getting to be too much.  I was starting to tremble between them, and every breath I took came shallow and rapid.

“That’s it, just a little longer…”  Clint groaned as he thrust again and again.

I cried out and arched back as another orgasm tore through me.  This one brought Clint over with me and he jerked forward and released inside me.  As his cock pulsed against Thor’s, Thor came with a loud cry, arching his back up off the mattress under me.

The three of us took a moment to catch our breaths before I slithered off of Thor.  He and Clint began to kiss deeply as the other’s began to finish around us.

“El, come here, darling,” Bruce said, gesturing me over.  He had Tony pulled up against him and was jerking him off as he thrust into Tony’s ass.  Tony’s eyes looked completely blissed out and he moaned loudly as I crawled over to them.

Precum leaked down Bruce’s knuckles.  “Tony is pretty close,”  Bruce said, a playful tease to his tone.  “How about you be a good girl and open your mouth.”

I was so excited about this new side of Bruce.  He was who he was when he let go with me, only playful too.  The way he got when he was in the lab.  It was amazing and I couldn’t believe that was his gift.  I moved forward and lay down with my head near Tony’s legs and my legs straight out in front of him.  I opened my mouth and suck out my tongue.

“Fuck,” Tony groaned as he looked down at me.  Bruce’s hand began to move a little faster and he seemed to start fucking Tony harder so that it pushed him forward a little with every thrust.

With a low groan, Tony came.  Some got in my mouth, most of it splattered over my breasts and stomach.  Bruce grunted and thrust forward, releasing in Tony’s ass.  I ran my fingers through Tony’s cum and licked them clean.

“Fuck you are such a dirty little thing,” Tony hummed as he flopped down beside me and pulled me close.

“This isn’t my mess,” I teased.

“Gonna have to get someone to clean that up, huh?”  Tony said and he ran his index finger through it and offered it to me.  I pulled his finger into my mouth and sucked it clean as Clint came over and began to lick me clean.  I giggled and squirmed under him as he roughly ran his tongue over my bare skin.  “So, this coffee and arrows are for me then,” he said, running his fingers over his symbol that had been placed on my inner thigh.

“Oh yes,” I said sitting up and looking Tony over, trying to find the symbol that was mine.  It seemed to set others off too and they all began to look each other over closely to find their own symbols.  I traced from Bucky’s wolf down to Bruce’s coin until right on the line of his Adonis belt I found a symbol I hadn’t seen before.  It was blue and looked like a lotus flower but made of flame, right at its center in a blue that was so pale it was almost white, and yet seemed to shimmer like a flame, was a heart.  From the flower threads spread out, much as with the electricity on Thor’s symbol.  Where the electricity jumped from one symbol to the next, the threads from mine just branched out to each one, so they were all tethered to it.  I smiled and kissed it before lying back down and letting Tony look to find his.

I couldn’t believe two weeks ago Riley didn’t even have powers and now here we were with sets of our own.  Bonded together.  It was yet another major life change, but we would move through it together.  We were a family and now nothing could break that.

Tick...Tock...Tick.....

Plot/Prompt: A game of tag goes horribly wrong for Peter and Tony.

TW: Major character death

Reposts are appreciated ^^

You can also read it here on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26739538

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Every night, Peter went out to save the world in his own little way. Swinging through the air and doing flips, shooting a sticky fluid at muggers and crooks, and even just helping that one orange tabby cat get out of a tree. It was always something he did. A routine that had been engraved so deeply into his mind that it was an automatic system his body seemed to have. He would always go out, school homework or not. He always threw himself high above the streets below, eyes wide and scanning for any signs of threats. Sometimes he was even accompanied by a friend on the phone or even another “hero.”

This night was one of those nights. That being said, it was a much less active night. Nothing terribly amazing had happened, and Peter found himself chasing around a red and gold suit at ten pm. Not what he had exactly expected this whole “Spider-Man” gig to lead to, but here he was. Chasing around the Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, in a game of tag. It was an odd and hilarious sight to see when you first saw it, but it became something common after a year or so. There was even a group of little kids that sat at a park sometimes that would jump up excitedly when they saw Iron Man diving low to avoid Spider-Man.

It was good. Life was good. There was nothing that could go wrong! ...but then it did.

“Having trouble catching up there, webs?” Tony taunted over the coms that had connected the suits automatically once in range. The billionaire was currently weaving between street lights, his thrusters humming softly so as to not disturb anyone. He was flying through the air on his back, palms aimed towards his feet as he looked back at Peter. The boy was flinging himself high into the air, swooping low, hooking himself on a street light, and then proceeding to arc back into the air. An obvious attempt at gaining momentum.

“You should add some of those fancy thrusters to my suit.”

“Not happening.” “Oh c’mon! Why not”

“Because,” Tony stopped in place, hovering in air near a taller building and slowly letting himself rise higher into the air. “Because I said so.” He finished, clearing his throat and looking down. He expected to see Peter speeding up the side of the building or shooting webs at him, but he didn’t see a thing. Just empty space with no sign of the spider-themed vigilante. Stopping his ascent, Tony furrowed his eyebrows and hummed thoughtfully. “Peter? You there? ...Marco?”

“Polo!”

The shriek that came spewing out of Tony’s mouth left the man a bright red and Peter a laughing mess. The boy had come down from above, tapped Tony’s shoulder, and proceeded to swing away. With the added advantage of falling down and gaining more momentum, the first swing he took was big and propelled him forward a good amount of distance. But that wouldn’t save him. Tony blinked his eyes and shook his head, bending his knees and curling his body in on himself. A moment later, he was kicking his legs backwards and zooming forward after Peter. It was nights like these where he truly allowed himself to relax. Peter was an entertaining kid, and that was saying something since Tony didn’t like children. He was a verified genius in Tony’s eyes. But that wouldn’t stop him from making mistakes. 

He narrowed his eyes on Peter’s form, watching as the kid webbed onto the corner of a roof and sent himself hurling around the building. Tony twisted his body, dipping his right shoulder towards the ground and turning the corner less sharply, losing some of the speed he had built up. Thankfully, it wasn’t very hard to get it back with his thrusters. “You can only outswing me for so long, kid.”

“You aren’t swinging, mister Stark. I can only evade you for so long.”

“Don’t you take that tone with me.” 

“Don’t you take that tone with me.” 

Peter parroting what Tony had just said was enough of an encouragement to call for backup. He brought his right wrist up to his mask, raising a hand and tapping a holographic button labeled “Bird V2.” Then his focus was set back on Peter… who was nowhere to be seen again. Tony’s first instinct was to look up, but he got one hell of a surprise when he was suddenly being pulled down. 

His head snapped down so fast that he thought he’d given himself whiplash. But it was worth seeing Peter crouched on top of a streetlight with some web attached to it. Said web was also attached to the heel of Tony’s suit. “Cya mister Stark!” The kid stood upright, saluting lazily as he fell backwards off the streetlight. Tony watched as the kid shot out a web towards another building, yet again, but he wasn’t worried about Peter escaping. He watched, humming in amusement as a sign showed up in the corner of his screen. Back up had arrived.

“Getting a little windy, Peter. Wouldn’t you say?’

“Huh- Woah!”

And suddenly, the air is howling. Peter’s web that he had just shot towards the corner of a building goes slack and flails around while the kid desperately twists in the air, legs churning and arms shaking around wildly. But Tony doesn’t panic. He knows what caused that burst of wind, and he can say for sure that Peter is safe. His suit brings him forward towards Peter where he taps the boy before reeling away.

A moment later, Peter is perched on top of a roof. “That isn’t fair! Sam can’t help you!”

“Yes he can.” Tony cocked his head, hovering a few feet in the air in front of Peter. “You never said he couldn't.” He pointed out jokingly, pointing a finger at Peter as if to tease the phrase ‘i gotcha there.’ He craned his neck over his shoulder at a faint humming, raising an eyebrow as Sam wandered over. He stopped a little above Tony, a smug smirk plastered across his face. “That’s for Germany, web-head.” Sam sneered in a teasing tone, earning a thread of sputters and word vomit.

“Thank you very much my bird friend.,” Tony waved a hand at Sam, a little chuckle leaving him at the annoyed expression that danced onto Sam’s face at the nickname., “but me a bugs here have a game to get back to playing.” He threw a thumb towards Peter’s direction, who had now fallen silent and was definitely glaring icily at the two heroes. Sam snorted, folding his arms. “Ah, yes. A great game of tag… y’know, it’d be a shame if I told the others that you were playing tag.”

“Steve already knows, and it's safe to say Natasha knows too. The only people you’d surprise would be Clint and maybe Bruce… and honey bear if you count him in.” 

“Man, you are no fun.”

“I’m plenty of fun!” Tony threw his arms out to his slides, facing Sam. “Now shoo. Go on, now. A little birdy told me that Clint is trying to beat your high score in Mario Karts.” Tony waved his hands, carelessly tossing a few jabs and teases here and there. Sam reeled backwards, eyes widening. “He’s what?!” And before Tony or Peter could get a word in, he was doubling backwards and whirling around in the air, zooming off towards the tower.

Tony snorted and turned back around to see Peter standing with his arms folded, tapping one foot. “No more enlisting the help of other Avengers from now on. I let it slide the first time with Steve, but now it's just unfair.” And Tony can just see Peter rolling his eyes beneath his mask as he recollects what had happened when he got Steve’s help. Sure, the kid almost got hit head first with a shield, but it was worth hearing him shriek and Steve panicking.

“Fine, fine… No more outside forces. Got it. I understand.”

“Don’t lie to me mister-”

Then there’s a crack. A terrible, loud crack that shatters the calm atmosphere. He can practically feel the air around him breaking like glass. There’s a brief moment of frozen shock and he manages to briefly catch a warning flaring in his vision: “high-speed object incoming.” And then there’s this terrible, terrible feeling that pools in his gut. This terrible feeling that sends him reeling- wait. No. Peter just did that. Because one second later, Peter is jumping off the building straight into Tony. 

He hits him with a thump, and the sudden weight brings the suit down. Having set his thrusters on a low setting to keep them quieter had meant that the suit wouldn’t be able to support too much weight. Having done that meant he was sent crashing to the sidewalk below, his thrusters flickering as he clumsily falls to the ground. The heel of the suit hit the ground first, sending him tumbling backwards onto his back with Peter still pressed up against his suit. For a moment, his suit scrapes against the cement as his thrusters push him along before dying off.

“...Jesus.” Tony breathes out shakily, letting his mask retract. He brings his chin to his collarbone, looking at Peter who is sprawled out on top of his chest suspiciously quiet. “Up and at ‘em, kid. The cement isn’t getting any comfier.” He jokes, ignoring the fact that he has just used a word that isn’t in the dictionary. But all of his focus is on Peter. Because he still hasn’t moved. Not even a grumble of words. Nothing. He blinks a few times before slowly sitting upright, his hands moving to guide the motionless body on top of him to the cement.

And then all the air in his lungs is violently ripped away.

There’s a stomach-churning amount of dark red forming around Peter’s stomach on his suit, turning the vibrant red into something close to black. He way his body slumps lifelessly to the side and how his neck lolls at a sickening angle is enough to send Tony into overdrive. He’s on his knees in an instant, ripping off Peter’s mask. “Scan him.” He spits out, tapping Peter’s pale cheek with his hand gently. Nothing happens except for Peter’s head lolling another way. “GSW to lower abdomen. The bullet hit him in the side around his hip and traveled up, finally stopping around his rib cage on her left side. Immediate medical attention required.”

“Call Sam.” He had to be closest. He had just flown by, after all. And so what if he saw the kid’s face. This was a matter of life or death. “Tell him to get medical and get here fast.” His voice broke off into a whisper as his hands moved to Peter’s side. He shakily intertwined his fingers and pressed his palms down on the area where the red was coming from, trying to even his shaky breathing.  

“Jesus- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Boss. You need to calm down.”

“I am calm!”

“Judging from your elevated heart rate and-” Tony cut the AI off before she could finish, practically snarling into his mask. “Not now!” He’d seen the kid in bad shape before, but never this bad. Sure, he got a concussion sometimes and maybe a broken bone. Hell… When that big guy in Germany hit him, it nearly gave Tony a heart attack. But this was different. This was a gunshot. This was life or death. 

“ETA on Sam!”

Time was moving too slow. Tick.. tock… tick…...tock……….tick……

“No heartbeat detected.” The blood in Tony’s veins turned to ice. He shook his head, peeling his hands away from Peter’s body. No… no, no, no, no, no! A low, mournful sound left him, eerily rising out of his throat. Oh god… No. No. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening! “Pete? Peter? Buddy… hey, hey. C’mon. Open up those eyes now.” He whispered, his voice coming out as a croak. Trembling hands slowly slid up towards Peter’s face and he gently tapped his cheek once again.

Nothing.

“..get up.” He whispered, voice trembling. He stared for a few moments before his body just moved on its own. He drew his arm back, suit still encasing his hand, before swinging it forward and slapping the boy. “Get up! C’mon!” He demanded. Frantically, he moved his hands over top of Peter’s chest and began compressions. He couldn’t think clearly on whether or not this mattered right now, but he didn’t care. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… breathe, Parker! Fucking breathe!” His voice was shrill, cracking and shaking. This wasn’t happening. Clenching his jaw, he reeled backwards and threw his head back, letting out an animalistic scream. And then he was slumped over, arms folded on top of Peter’s chest as he sobbed. No, no, no… This couldn’t… it was fake. “Wake up… c’mon… you can do this.” His gaze drifted blearily to Peter’s face, his stomach churning as he stared at the lifeless face that didn’t even twitch. Skin ghostly pale… lips turning blue.

“You can’t do this to me, kid! Goddammit!” 

He shot upright again, hands flying to Peter’s shoulders. He jerked the boy upright into a sitting position, shaking his body. “Open your eyes! Please! Just do something! Anything!” He begged, a sob rising in his throat. But nothing happened. Peter’s head lolled lifelessly, dropping so that his chin met his chest. His arms were dangling at his sides, knuckles turned towards the sidewalk and brushing up against it. 

“Please.” 

And then he pulled Peter close. He brought the lifeless body of the kid he was supposed to protect close to his body, cradling it. With one hand wrapped around Peter’s back holding onto his shoulder and the other cradling his head, Tony wept. He bowed his head, ugly noises rising from him as his shoulders bounced up and down. He squeezed his eyes shut, fat, salty tears waterfalling down his face.

Tick...tock...tick…………..tock.

REVERSE - 21

Original title: Reverse.

Prompt: Penelope is the new girl on the BAU team and Luke tries to treat her cold.

Warning: A.U., possible OOC.

Genre: drama, romantic, family, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team, Derek Morgan, O.C. Sam Cooper’ team, Roxy.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 62 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💑😘👓🔦🐶❗🎲🎈👻🎬🎵.

Song mentioned: Amici per errore, Tiziano Ferro.

Reverse- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

This part is dedicated to @londonrosebooklovingwitch and @inlovewithgarvaz ^^

21 # It's another journey, put it in this way...

It is another hug to upset the balance laboriously reached by Agent Alvez. However, the female protagonist is different. He is drinking a coffee when he recognizes the sound of those steps. Low-heeled shoes. Since she became a mother, this is the best she can afford. How many times has she complained to JJ and the two laughed at it, together. He looks up at her but shakes his head in disbelief. It must be a vision. She is beautiful, dressed entirely in various shades of gray, trousers, naturally; she never loved skirts. The first thing he notices, when he realizes that she is real, is that she has cut her hair. Then she literally jumps on him. -Luke, oh God, Luke, you are okay!- she hugs him so tight that it takes his breath away. He does the same, feeling safe, serene, stretching his nostrils to pick up her scent... that has changed. He strokes her back, then gently detaches her from himself. However, she instantly kidnaps his hand.

-Of course, I'm fine, but what are you doing here?- Chrissie nails her nails into the soft flesh of his palm. -Not that I want to complain...- here, already better, her clear, cerulean eyes seem to warn him. She finally leaves him free. Not that he wanted it, as he said... it's just that it's strange. He struggled to get used to her absence.

-I received a message from Emily telling me that you had been injured and you were very serious.- she says, starting to breathe normally, now that she is sure that he is well. If he hadn't been so fond of risking, of being on the front line, perhaps she would have hesitated a little more. -I called you and you didn't answer.- Luke lifts his cell phone, screen black. She shakes her head. He will never learn to use chargers correctly. -I ran to Quantico, even if there was something that didn’t convince me...- or rather, precisely because there was something unclear. Why pretend she doesn't miss working for BAU?

The brunette lifts her phone and shows him the text message, as well as the sender. She leans against him, naturally. It is certainly not the first time and Rich has learned not to be jealous of it. Because then it seems... no, wrong would be a blasphemy. But it's not strange either, the right adjective. It's different. But it should be there another woman so calmly in his arms. He knows exactly who, but he'll continue to play the role of the dumb, at least for a little while longer. -No, it's better to discuss it with the rest of the team.- this time he's taking her by the hand. -Come on.- they cross the bullpen.

A cry is heard from the balcony, where the offices of the highest members are located. -Christine!- the woman runs down the stairs. Luke smiles, witnessing the repatriation.

-Emily!- another hug. -You really deserved to become the boss, I've always seen you well in the leadership roles.- the two immediately begin to chuckle, as if it were not true that they haven't seen each other for years. -JJ, my beloved blonde.- the former expert in communications with the press and media joins them.

-Chri, how nice to have you here!- comments the latter, with shining eyes.

She is much more cold; she always has been. So deeply similar to him, so deeply opposed to... -Same.- she then turns to the other man. -Rossi...- who shakes his head, dragging her into his arms.

-My little mouse who is too busy to write to me...- it is an affectionate rebuke.

She smiles and shrugs. -I'm sorry, I’m guilty.- she declares. One person is still missing, except for Spencer who cannot be present, even if he is finally out of prison. A nice relief. - Tara, how's your brother?- she asks.

She knew what happened in these months even though she wasn't here, mentally notes Luke. -Better, thank you and your Lise?- the pride of a mother paints her face.

-Oh, it's a little monster, she makes us despair, Rich and I don't sleep for more than two hours in a row...- only one can really understand her. It is she who comments.

-But it's still worth it, isn't it?- only then the man realizes that Garcia, Penelope, deliberately remained on the sidelines, probably feeling excluded from that parenthesis of joy. He can't help feeling a wave of sadness, but he doesn't do anything to change things. Stephanie is distant too, but she seems less affected by the whole thing.

-Every day.- she answers, becoming serious. Then she shows the same message to others.

Prentiss forces herself to take matters into her own hands. -Unfortunately, Christine is not here for a pleasure visit.- she says and everyone goes to the round table room (as Reid's mother had called it the first time she entered, after all she was an English literature teacher). Penelope comes in last.

Christine sighs, preparing to explain. -I received a message from Prentiss that made me believe that Alvez was injured during a mission.- she senses everyone's eyes on himself. She was no longer used to it, but it's a good feeling. -Someone must have hacked her cell phone and since I made it 99% secure, as much as mine... It must be a genius in my field.- she concludes.

-Seems like the typical skill of Scratch.- Walker reflects aloud.

Luke nods. -Unfortunately, Chri was unable to trace the address from which the hacking was carried out.- the blonde with glasses tries not to focus on the amber hand that is affectionately stroking his best friend's arm.

She sighs, seeing that nobody takes the floor. -I could try to give you help... Together we will surely make it.- she smiles, but looks only at the woman.

-Penelope Garcia, right?- she approaches her, to shake her hand. - It's like meeting my favorite Rockstar.- here she managed to make her blush. She hears giggles, one is Luke's. -It's nice to meet you, although I would have preferred a different circumstance...- she nods. They are so different that it’s impressive. Agent Alvez seems to be living in a parallel reality. His best friend and his... his nothing.

-Same.- she gives her an open smile. And then, she says it. -I've heard a lot about you.- with that cheeky tone. Chrissie glances over her shoulder.

She purses her lips in an amused grimace. -I bet I can guess the source.- Garcia laughs at her joke. He knew they would like each other. It was so obvious.

But it still bothers him that they joke in common on him. It is too strange. -Could we go back to Scratch?- he asks, sounding a little too desperate.

Emily gives him a hand, for other reasons. -Well, now we'll leave Christine and Garcia to work at the address.- the two nod in sync. Then she spreads her arms. -We can't do anything else.- all of them go out, except the nominated ones.

Christine touches her shoulder. -Can I be excused, Penelope?- the blonde nods. She closes her eyes once, driving away the tears. She knows perfectly well where (by whom) she is going.

She finds him exactly where she had imagined. On the balcony, watching the weather become progressively wintery. Luke turns to look at her. -Hey, honey, shouldn't you take care of the source?- his tone is sweet. She nods.

-Yes, but I must also tell you something else and I am sure Penelope will be well for five minutes.- as she could do it all alone, but she doesn’t add it.

He takes a moment. -She's not as good as you are.- he says stubbornly. Chrissie shakes her head in open disagreement.

She points a finger at him, accusingly. -Here, you see, that was what I wanted to say.- he swallows. -Em' and JJ told me.- here's the real source, thinks a crazy part of his brain, trying to escape from the moment of truth. -Don't you think you could be a little nicer to her?- there is no self-control when he is with her. He opens his mouth wide like a teenager caught smoking marijuana by his parents. -Come on, did you see her well? She is a ray of sunshine, the most sensitive and affectionate person in the Bureau, if not the entire universe.- he rolls his eyes, annoyed by the fact that she is so much right, yet this is not enough for him.

He sighs, before making his admission. -Yes, but... She's not you.- she nods.

-One more reason to do it.- she pushes him amicably. -Luke, you know I miss you very much too, but I saw how you look at her, you know? And how she looks at you.- and it's not even her specialization, analyzing people's behavior. -I don't need to be a profiler.- she reads his mind.

This doesn’t mean that he will give up without a fight. -You won't want to insinuate... No!- he shouts, frightening a sparrow resting on the ledge. -I can hardly stand her, she with all those trinkets on her wrists, on her hands, that golden hair and her inappropriate and out of place jokes...- Christine shakes her head, giving him a (weak) punch on the chest.

-Alvez, you really are a fool about women.- it wasn’t the first time she told him. -Do as you like, now I have to go back to the office.- she starts and then stops, turning to look at him. -But you know that you're throwing a wonderful opportunity in the toilet... And all because she took my place.- she loves her refined way of expressing herself. As Orpheus should have done to bring his beloved Eurydice back to the world of the living, she doesn’t look back. As soon as she enters the round room, Garcia gestures for her to join her.

She indicates the screen. -Hey, maybe I found a way around that block.- she says shyly. She is quite convinced that much of the blame lies with that idiot of her best friend. But if he thinks she will sit idly...

-Penelope, you are a true genius.- she gives her a quick hug.

-Thanks, I...- she hesitates. -I'm going to tell the others.- Christine gives her the approval. It is up to her now. Just two minutes and everyone is there again, even the jerk.

-Now we can catch him.- Emily announces. -Wheels up in 5.- the strength of habit prevails, even when it is not necessary to use the jet, as in this case. He goes out, followed by the rest of the team. Even Chrissie is preparing to imitate them.

A hand around her wrist stops her. -Hey, where are you going?- she smiles.

-Lise and Richard are waiting for me.- she observes him nodding. -I just wanna say hello to Reid, I'm so mad that he didn't tell me anything about what he went through, even if I understand it, in a way.- they hug. She places her head on his chest. Facilitated by her tallness and by not wearing high shoes. -Try not to get yourself killed, okay?- she whispers.

And Luke replies with the same sentence as always. -I'll do.- she comes off first.

-Luke, you have three minutes.- she winks at him, pointing to the watch on his wrist, before disappearing into an elevator. He sighs, shakes his head, still feeling her perfume... but it's the wrong one. As he walks with the intention of preparing himself, he is caught by a sort of vision, which however in his head he renames as a presentiment. He sees himself dead, a corpse on the asphalt, thrown away by a terrible accident, but he is much higher, he is pure spirit and is tormented by a single regret. Die without ever knowing. His feet quickly change direction, while the awareness of not having enough time grows. He reaches the security door and opens it wide. Penelope is there, curled up on herself in an almost fetal position, her face covered with her hands and her hair's a little messy. For the first time, he doesn't give a damn about how she is dressed and her accessories. He no longer needs that spiel to stay. He observes her body shaken by sobs, hearing her groans of pain.

He clears his throat. -Garcia. What... Why are you crying?- she lifts her head, not masking the tracks. Big tears run across her cheeks. He stretches out his hand with the intention of drying them, but remains so, without completing the gesture.

However, she doesn't mind. -I'm... I'm just afraid.- she squeezes her hands until she cut herself with her fingernails and make blood come out. He doesn't seem to notice this either. A red spot adds to the colors of her dress. -I wish I hadn't found that damned address.- she confess. She certainly never held back as much as he did, but this, of course, is her moment of total openness. -I'm afraid something bad might happen to you all.- she adds, while the lower lip begins to tremble. Luke takes another step in her direction.

-You know it can happen every time we get out of here.- he points out, but his tone is low, calm, not to blame or as if to tell her to open her eyes and notice where they are. He is definitely late. If they don't wait for him, it must have been the fault of fate.

Penelope echoes him. He can no longer think of her as Garcia. Not only. -I know.- she hugs herself, but it is his arms that should comfort her. -Fears are not rational.- he nods. She stands up, taking off her glasses and wiping her face with a tissue. -What are you doing here? Aren't you going to leave?- she asks. She is trying to get rid of him. A step. Another. Another one. One more.

-Yeah.- he's practically on her. -I just needed to do one thing first.- he sees with the eyes of his mind Chrissie and his abuela cheering. -You never know.- he slowly approaches his face, lowering himself. She is hardly breathing, probably considers it more likely he is about to slap her, rather than what is about to happen. She finds partial confirmation when she sees him raise his hands, which however rest on her face, still wet and red. He scrutinizes her reaction for a moment, then nods to himself, bends over what little separates their lips and kisses her. He doesn't give her many seconds to kiss him back. Maybe he still has time to reach out to others. -I will come back and we’ll talk about it.- it sounds like a promise. It will be better for you, thinks Penelope, wearing headphones and preparing to play her part in this mission.

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ArielAquarial - ArielAquariel

Out of the box (G, 10k)

Dean can’t complain about his life so far. He spent years beside a great kid with an amazing imagination. He and Ben had been through a lot in the short time he’d acted as his favorite toy, but all good things must come to an end. It was only a matter of time until Dean found himself in the trash, or if he was lucky, a yard sale. What he hadn’t considered was ending up in the attic with only Christmas decorations for company. Or, the one where Dean is an action figure, Cas is a tree topper, and Charlie is an elf with WAY too much time on her hands.

Tags: Charlie Bradbury Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Christmas Decorations, Fluff, First Kiss, Size Difference, Alternate Universe, Nosy Charlie Bradbury

The next best thing (T, 6k)

Sam had told Dean that California was different. More liberal, he said. You could walk down the street in a frilly pink dress and no one would bat an eye. Well, Dean wasn’t very interested in wearing a dress, but holding hands with a man without having to be nervous about it? That, he could get behind. Or... When Dean moved to California, he never expected to stumble upon a man publicly glaring daggers at a dildo. Especially when said neon pink dildo was suctioned to his car door.

Tags: dog sitting, Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Fluff, Sex Toys

JessJesstheBest - @saywhatjessie - JessJesstheBest

Aromatic Adjectives Need Not Apply (G, 4.3k)

Castiel was an Alpha, despite what everyone always guessed upon meeting him. He was tall, and he had the stern and imposing profile, but, to most people, those Alpha traits were where it ended. He had a lithe, runner’s frame, with trim waist and thick thighs. “Child-bearing hips” he’d been told. Though, obviously, no children would be born of him. This scuffling man, though. He was... round. Potentially child-bearing. And Castiel was sure his true mate wasn’t either of the other two men. Or Castiel is an Alpha that doesn't believe in true mates but sniffs one out anyway.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, College AU, Alpha/Alpha, Scenting, Chubby Dean Winchester, DeanCas Reverse Bang 2020

castielslostwings - @castielslostwings - Castielslostwings

Deserted (E, 61k)

"This was a mistake, Castiel thinks, almost laughably. Lightning does strike twice." Six years after their plane crashed, stranding Castiel and Dean injured and alone in the unforgiving Alaskan wilderness, life is pretty damn good. Married and more in love than ever, they've settled into their shared life together with few bumps along the way and no intention of ever ending up in a situation like that again. That is, until Sam shows up for a visit and turns everything they thought they knew about where they're going and where they've been upside down. Somehow, Sam manages to suck Dean and Castiel into flying to Hawaii to help him untangle a twisted, murderous web where tourists are disappearing and hacking for evidence just won't cut it. What will happen when a would-be heroic Team Free Will gets in over their heads, stranding Dean and Castiel in a brand-new kind of wilderness and leaving Sam to once again follow a breadcrumb trail to ensure they survive?

The Sequel to Wild

Tags: Wilderness survival, hurt/comfort, established relationship, no Destiel angst, case fic, beaches, Hawaii, deserted island, Survivalist Dean, Brave Castiel. Accompanied by art by @winchester-reload.

Enchanted Ink (E, 36k)

In a world where an artist's magic brings tattoos to life, ink-gone-wrong can spell lasting heartache for those unlucky enough to experience it. Jaded and cynical on both life and love, Castiel's about to find out that even the most deeply-etched scars can be transformed into something beautiful when the right person is holding the pen.

Tags: Magical realism, getting together, emotional hurt/comfort, tattoo artists Dean and Cas, magical tattoos, self-acceptance, secret author dean, domestic fluff, top cas/bottom dean.

Maleyah - @maleyah-givemetomorrow - Maleyah

Where Our Soul And Grace Meet (E, 5.3k)

“Still,” Dean says, as he leans in, “I believe I asked you a question?” Castiel hears that voice dip into another part of him. Something smooth and warm trickles down his spine. A churning, familiar feeling swirls in the pit of his being. “Restless,” Castiel whispers, responsive to that tone and all it implies. “So restless I don’t know what to do with myself. Perhaps you do?”

Tags: human!Cas, s9 divergence, Fluff, Established Relationship, Soft sub!Cas, Soft Dom!Dean, Bondage, Spanking, Light Dom/sub

Hot Wings and Magic Hands (E, 50k)

The one where Dean is a burnt-out surgeon, who has some minor self-esteem issues about it and Castiel is a gym instructor who helps him out of his rut. But it’s all just professional, right? (Real time Valentine's Day fic)

Tags: Valentine's Day fic, Surgeon!Dean, Yoga instructor!Cas, Idiots to Lovers, Burned out Dean, Sauna, Misunderstandings, Slow burn, Mild Angst, Fanart

Where Your Light Meets My Shadow (E, 3.3k)

“Cas, honey, come here. Sit between my legs.” The request jolts them both out of their reverie. Cas’ eyes widen as he licks his lips, but his response is immediate. He moves like water, fluid, beautiful, aglow, when he crawls onto the bed towards Dean. There is a touch of deep concentration to the way his brow furrows that’s so innately Cas. It seems to lay him bare and his heart thuds louder in his chest as Cas’ shadow falls over his legs.

Tags: human!Cas, s9 divergence, SPN Kink Bingo, Deepthroating, Established Relationship, Soft sub!Cas, Soft Dom!Dean, Light Dom/sub, 69 (Sex Position)

spnsmile - @spnsmile - spnsmile

Gambler’s Woe (G, 6.9k)

Coda to 15x11 (The Gamblers) Sam lost the game, Fortuna wins. Dean calls Castiel to say goodbye. They didn't get kicked. They returned to the Bunker. Except Cas still hears the message and goes to tackle Dean. It's a lucky night. The idiots find what they don't want to lose anymore.

Tags: General audience, M/M, hurt/ comfort, idiots in love, angst

Banshee1013 - @banshee1013 - Banshee1013

Ten Inch Hunter (E, 17k)

After returning from Purgatory the second time, Castiel and Dean were just beginning to explore the new direction of their relationship, when on a case involving missing hunters, Dean is struck by a witch's curse and turned into a ten-inch plastic figurine. Can Sam find a way to revert the effects of the curse and return Dean to himself before the tiny spark of life Cas detects in him fades away? Or will Cas lose Dean just as their relationship has begun? Written for the 2020 Dean Cas Reverse Bang.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Canon Compliant, Season/Series 15 Spoilers, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Witch Curses

LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor

Dean’s Wings (SFW)

DeanCas Reverse bang piece

Tags: wings. Accompanied by fic by @quillsandink-writes.

Fading (SFW)

DeanCas Reverse bang piece

Tags: hurt/comfort. Accompanied by fic by Aapicula.

wolf_mistress17 - wolf_mistress17

Let Me Show You (E, 9.2k)

After their return from Alaska, Dean comes up with a great idea: teach Castiel how to play pool.

Tags: Love confessions, first kiss, first time, explicit sexual content, Season 15 code for 15x11 The Gamblers, playing pool/billiards, fluff and smut

Little Bear (2/2)

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Hello! I’d like to thank everyone who read the first part of this!

Ps: I didn’t know the name of Tom’s niece, so I called her Samantha because it suits her...

Warnings: nothing much in this chapter. Pregnancy, of course. A little more angst...

Like 2.3k words

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You spent the rest of the night in the bedroom. You said you didn't feel well, but everyone knew you just wanted to let people calm down before you tried to do another friendly introduction.

But Tom spent the night downstairs with the others and everyone seemed fine, you thought you heard laughs at some points. You enjoyed he was away to talk to Alex. Part of you hated yourself for that, but the other part was still trying to convince you it would be better like this.

After you exposed your conditions, and they weren't only a few, you accepted to give him a second chance. You even told him you would think about marrying him, as he asked while you were still together.

---

You woke up the next morning and saw Tom already awake and dressed up. You looked at the clock and realized it was almost 12:00.

"Oh my god." You rubbed your eyes. "This bed is so comfortable."

"So is the mattress, thanks for asking." He joked.

"I wasn't going to ask." You replied. "What if you wanted to switch places?"

"I'm a gentleman." He pretended to be offended. "How do you feel about going downstairs with me?"

"I can't keep hiding here." You shrugged.

"Yes." He smiled politely. "I also want you to meet my niece. She arrived this morning."

---

You got ready in 15 minutes and went downstairs, finding the ones you already knew, a man and a little girl in the living room.

"Good morning." You said timidly.

Everyone replied. You couldn't say they replied as they were happy to see you there, but at least no one ignored you.

The man was introduced to you as Sarah's husband, and the little girl was her daughter, Samantha. You found her absolutely adorable, and she loved Tom more than anyone in that house, which made you smile.

"I'm going to cook lunch for us." Diana announced.

"Can I help with anything?" You offered.

"I want to help too!" The little girl joined your side.

---

So the three of you went to the kitchen. Tom's niece was proudly pressing a small fork on a plate of mashed potatoes, while you helped Tom's mom with the pie.

You were talking to her, when Sam excitedly interrupted you.

"Y/N, my mom was telling my dad that you and uncle Tom are going to have a baby." She said. "Is that true?"

You looked at Diana, who only laughed at you, didn't save you.

"Hmmm... Yes." You blushed. "What do you think about this?"

"I'm very happy!" She gave little jumps on her chair. "I'm going to have a cousin to play with. It's soooo boring because there are only adults here!"

"What about uncle Tom?" You laughed, if he heard that he would do something really immature to prove he's not a child.

"Uncle Tom is fun." She said, focusing on the potatoes again. "But he's very tall."

You agreed.

---

The lunch went pretty well. You tried to be quiet and avoid eye contact, mostly with Sarah, but her daughter seemed to like you very much, so she kept asking you questions.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" She asked.

"We don't know yet." You smiled at her.

"If you're not married, how are you going to have a baby?"

"Hmmm..."

"Samantha." Her mom called her while her father and Tom laughed. "Stop bothering her."

"It's fine." You laughed, but you were actually worried she would ask more things like that.

---

You offered to do the dishes, but everyone insisted you should rest. So Sarah helped with the dishes and the rest of the family, now including you, went to the living room.

Eveyone started to tell stories about the last family reunions they had. It was a little boring, Tom's family was too "perfect", there weren't embarrasing stories, drama or big adventures. So you were paying more attention to Sam, who was on the corner of room sulking, because her parents said she could only play after she finished her homework. She seemed to be struggling a little, so you sneaked out and sat beside her.

"Is there something wrong?" You smiled at her.

"I'm never going to learn maths." She sighed and dropped her pencil angrily.

"Don't say that, honey." You picked the pencil up and looked at her book. "You can learn anything you want. You just need a little patience. See, I'm not very good at maths, but maybe I can help you. Stay calm, okay? Now let's read this part."

The girl still had the angriest expression, but she paid attention as you read the excercise she was struggling with.

"First of all." You told her. "Write down what you know, so you can organize your ideas."

You gave her the pencil and she did as you said. So you started to give her instructions and her mood started to change. Soon enough, you weren't saying anything, she was doing everything on her own.

"Good job!" You gave her a high five. "I knew you could do it."

When you looked back, you saw everyone looking at you. They all immediatly pretended they weren't looking. Except for Tom. He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful human being alive. You blushed. You just wanted to get up, sit beside him, hold his hand, kiss his face, make plans about your baby... But that's when the sadness took over again. You couldn't do that, he wasn't yours. You were with Alex now.

"Now that I finished my homework, I can play." Sam called you back to reality. "Do you want to play with me?"

"Of course!" You forced a smile. "Just give me a moment, I'll be right back!"

You needed to get those ideas out of your head, but with him looking at you like that, you couldn't.

So you started to go upstairs, but you were stopped by a voice calling you from behind. You turned around to find Sarah standing there.

"Can I talk to you?" She asked.

"Sure." You followed her to the kitchen, so you would have some privacy.

"I'm sorry about the way I talked about you yesterday." She said.

"It's okay." You replied. "I know you are just trying to protect Tom. I wouldn't be able to trust someone this quick either. But I promise you, I will never hurt him on purpose. I'll always be thankful for everything he's done to me."

"After you went to bed last night" She continued. "We talked better. I don't think you have an idea of how much you mean to him."

"Well, I'm the mother of his child."

"No, Y/N." She laughed. "It's so much more than that."

You didn't say anything.

"Also..." She broke the silence. "Thank you for helping my daughter earlier. I'm sure you're going to be a great mom."

"I'm..." You started to cry. "I'm sorry, it's the hormones."

She laughed and patted your back. Maybe you would get along someday.

"Y/N?" Tom arrived at the kitchen and his eyes widened when he saw you with sister. "Oh, sorry I was looking for you, I..."

"No, I'm glad you're here." Sarah said standing up to leave you two alone. "You have to deal with these hormones, you're the one who did this to her."

"Are you okay, darling?" He seemed really worried. "Why are you crying?"

"Pregnant feels. Don't worry about it." You explained. "Tommy..."

"Please don't call me Tommy with that crying voice, I could do anything for you right now." He grabbed your hands and you stood up in front of him. He was so close... God, how you wanted to kiss him.

"I want to show you something." You whispered, cause he was close enough to hear.

You went upstairs, but didn't stop holding hands until you told him to sit in bed and went to your bag to look for something.

"Here." You gave him a little package. "I bought this the day you went after me. I know it's a little silly, but it's special. It's our baby's first clothes. I wanted you to see it."

He opened it excitedly. At first, when he saw the tiny bear costume, he smiled widely. Then he held it in his hands and looked at it like he was holding his baby inside of it.

"I loved it." He said. "I can't wait to see our little bear wearing it."

"Me neither." You smiled at him.

"That day..." He started, not really knowing how to say it. "When I saw you with Alex... I... I was so afraid you would do what he asked and not let me be a father."

"Tom..." You felt your heart break. You had to tell him now. "Doesn't matter what kind of relationship I have with Alex, you'll always be the father of my child. I'll never push you away."

"What do you mean?" He asked confused. "Why would you have any kind of relationship with him?"

"I know it's complicated." You admited. "But he asked me to marry him."

"When?" He said emotionless.

"Well, a while before I left him. But last night he asked again."

"Have you been keeping in touch with him all this time?"

"No." You explained. "He would text me eventually, but I ignored. Then yesterday I..."

"You realized you still loved him?"

His lack of expression was killing you.

"I don't love him." You admited.

"Y/N, you just told me you're going to marry him." He seemed angry now.

"What choice do I have?" You shugged.

He stood up and started walking aroung the room.

"I'm not going to let you go back to that monster." He said with the saddest voice. "He tortured you. He is not going to change. What do you mean you have no choice? Did he threat you?"

"No." You watched as he walked and it started to make you nervous too. "I just... I'm just stupid, okay? But I got terrified when you said you were in love with me. I didn't want you to say that because I knew it would ruin everything as soon as you did. Now look at us!"

"Did you hear it?" He stopped and looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Yes."

"Why did you pretend you didn't? You don't have to feel the same way, just don't play with my feelings for you." He said, looking you deeply in the eyes. "Because they are real. And they never changed."

"Tom..."

"It doesn't matter." He smiled sadly.

"Tommy..."

"Please."

Calling him like that absolutely broke him. You knew he was about to cry. You stood up and walked towards him to give him a hug. But when you were close enough, he turned around quickly to face you, and you found yourself in the same situation as earlier in the kitchen. The difference is that this time you couldn't contain yourselves. All that desire you weren't able to resist when you met came back at once, and at the moment there wasn't right or wrong, there was only what you had to do. So you kissed him passionately.

"I love you, Tom" You whispered against his lips. "I love you so much it scares me."

"Don't be afraid." He cupped your face and rested his forehead on yours. "Can't you see that all the times we hurt each other were whenever you tried to run away from me? If you stay, there will be no more pain."

"I will stay. I promise."

"You're not going to marry anyone because you're afraid." He brought you to his chest in a tight hug. "You won't have to be afraid anymore. I'll always be here for you. And for our little bear."

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ONE YEAR LATER.

"Please, Tom!" You begged. "It's important. Promise me you won't look?"

"I already promised that." He laughed and covered his eyes with his hand. "Go get him."

It was the moment you waited more than an year for. But now your 5-month-old baby finally fitted on the bear costume.

You dressed him up and waited for Tom to come home and see it. It seemed like something too small to be this excited for. But after the day you admited your feelings for Tom, you started to refer to your baby as little bear. You even decorated his bedroom with a bear theme.

You picked little Gael up and went back to where Tom waited for you, with eyes still covered.

"Okay." You announced when you were standing beside him. "You can open your eyes now."

"Oh my God!" He smiled so much when he saw it.

Your baby laughed at his dad's reaction and threw his arms in his direction. Tom picked him up and hugged tightly.

"We couldn't wait for him to wear it." You said, watching the scene with the biggest smile on. "Now I want him to stop growing so he can wear it forever."

"Don't worry, darling." Tom tickled your son, who was just as smiley as his father. "He will always be our little bear."

"I know." You sighed. "But I still want him to wear this forever."

"But can you imagine him in a little suit for our wedding?" Tom said excitedly. You were getting married in less than a month.

"I don't think I can handle it, to be honest." You felt a wave of happiness hit you like never before.

"So Bobby is no longer the cutest boy in this house?" He smirked.

"CAN WE GET BOBBY A BEAR COSTUME?" You almost screamed.

"The poor dog..."

"Tommy..."

"Alright!"

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chef’s knives, part ii

summary: you’re finally used to your job at the avenger’s personal chef. the next thing to tackle is your pesky crush on one james Buchanan barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 1722

trigger warnings: same as before. this time with a date tho!!

notes/other: idk how this is like just over half the word count as part 1 but I promise it’s still good

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Back in the kitchen, you and Natasha turned back to your previous conversation.

It’s insane. Bucky seems to like your food, always leaving notes on your stack of cookbooks in the kitchen on what he wants to eat.

But for some reason, he never wants to spend time with you.

Natasha, Sam, and Steve are the only ones who ever come grocery shopping with you for ingredients, even though you offer to take Bucky every week.

It had begun to take a toll on you, emotionally. Were you not good enough for him? Why doesn’t he like you? Is he just taking pity on you when he eats the food you make him? Does he secretly hate you? Is he trying to convince Tony to fire you?

Nastasha sees it all; both sides of the pining. It’s disgusting, really disgusting.

She sees Bucky’s longful stare. They way he cleans dishes after you’re done cooking. Sometimes asks to help you prep meals.

She also sees the way you always feed him first (with the exception of that pizza a few months ago) and ask him how it is with hungry eyes. You always make what he requests, it doesn’t matter what it is or when he asks for it.

Correction: it’s absolutely and totally disgusting

She had found you, just about to start the brownies.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked, trying to remain sweet in her interruption. Don’t get her wrong, she really wants to have a heart-to-heart friend-to-friend girl-to-girl conversation with you, but she also wants some of your amazing brownies. Priorities.

You hummed in lieu of an actual response.

“You need to talk to Bucky. He’s dying, honey. Absolutely dying.”

You stand up and shrug, trying to remain coy. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Of course you know! You know he’s practically in love with you and it’s killing him because he thinks you don’t like him back!”

You had tried to remain calm at the revelation, attempting to squander the middle schoolgirl in you.

No, you told yourself. You can’t go chasing men. Remember what you told you told yourself when you got accepted into culinary school. Education, then career. Nothing else.

Natasha had sighed deeply. “C’mon. He’s been crying to Steve since you first got here. America’s sweetheart just got fed up with it and told me to talk to you.”

You were starting to get frustrated. “Well, tell Steve to tell Bucky that if he really likes me, he can speak to me himself and ask me on a date like a real man. I’m not twelve anymore, Natasha, I refuse to be dragged around some kind of fangirl.”

You thought that would make her leave you alone, but no. She stuck near you like glue until you fed her baked goods.

Then Bucky had come down, and she gave you a look. Not a regular look, a look. You both knew what it meant, but neither said anything out loud.

It was frustrating! You just wanted him to ask you out.

Was he intimidated by you? Wanting you to make the first move? God, you hate men.

After the debrief ends and you feed them lunch, you’re sitting on your bed, reading.

A soft knock on the door almost gets drowned out by the climax of your book’s plot, but luckily you catch it.

“Come in!” You call, not wanting to get up from your cozy spot. You’ve changed into sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Perfect for disconnecting from the rest of the crazy outside world via novel.

You’re a little taken aback when Bucky opens the door, looking as tired as you.

He steps right into the doorway and you immediately stand up to meet him.

“Hey, you say. It’s soft, breathless. Like you just ran a marathon. “What’s up?”

Bucky looks like he’s about to speak, but he closes his mouth before words can escape.

When he open sit again, all he can get out is “Do you wanna….” before he sighs. He just can never seem to find the right words with you.

You bite your lip, begging him to say something.

He clears his throat and starts again.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” His accent seeps through, making the words thick and sweet like syrup.

“Yes, of course,” you say, still breathless.

Bucky wasn’t counting on you saying yes. He expected you to turn him down, and he had a whole game plan for that. Sulk back to his room and eat something made of chocolate...which you made.

Wow, for someone who plans dangerous missions for a living, he’s very bad at this.

“How about tonight, seven pm. Meet me up at the roof?”

You nod. “Yeah, sounds perfect.”

The second Bucky’s out the door, you text in your “Women who deal with too much bullshit” groupchat.

Wanda texts back first.

OMG I’LL BE AT YOUR ROOM IN LIKE FIVE MINUTES

Maria texts second.

Have you decided what ur gonna wear??

Natasha is last, about five minutes later.

I’m bringing you red wine while we outfit plan!!!

For an assassin, Natasha Romanoff really likes giving dating advice.

When they’re finally all together, you commence the mini-mental breakdown you’d been saving for when they all were laying on your bed while you pace around...surrounded by various items of clothing.

“What do I wear? It’s gonna be cold, but I don’t wanna seem like I don’t care, you know? God, what if he thinks I’m trying too hard!”

They all roll their eyes in unison. It’s almost comical. Almost.

“God,” Maria says. “Do you know how much shit I’ve heard about you while Bucky thinks he’s just talking to Steve over comms? I can tell you for a fact that if you were into pet play, he’d be down.”

You and Wanda both cringe, but Natasha perks up.

“Really? That’s far…Wait how does he know what pet play is?” she shakes her head and turns to you. “He really likes you. You’ll be fine!”

You groan. “Knowing Bucky is sexually adventurous is very valuable information. Thank you, Hill,”

She tilts her glass to you as if you say “I gotchu, bud” while you take a deep breath.

“But I still have no idea what to wear!”

Wanda scoffs. “It’s not gonna be windy, just a little chilly. Wear those tall suede chunky heels and that cute pink dress with the deep neckline and the shoulders exposed.”

You crinkle your nose. “But won’t I be cold?”

“Yes,” Wanda says. “But then he’ll give you his jacket.”

“Ahhh” you, Natasha, and Maria all say in unison.

“You’re a genius!” you cry.

“I know,” she replies knowingly.

When 6:55 rolls around, you shoo them off of you.

Your hair and makeup looks flawless, but not too flawless. Like a casual flawless. A flawless that doesn’t try too hard. A flawless that comes naturally. One could say you woke up like this.

You make your way up to the roof, and you almost melt.

It’s a scene out of a 4.5 star romcom: little fairy lights make your pathway to a picnic with your favorite foods. It’s...breathtaking. You barely have time to take it all in before Bucky comes up behind you, encircling his flesh arm around his waist while the metal one holds a bottle of red wine in front of you.

It’s the good stuff, too. The nice stuff. The “I really like you so I’m going to get you tipsy” stuff. The “I stole this from Stark please don’t tell on me I just really like you” stuff.

You gasp and take it in your hands while Bucky guides you to the spot where your food lays.

Once you two sit down and you have a chance to admire the effort he put into the date, you lock eyes.

He seems nervous.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

You take another look around and run your fingers over the soft blanket. “Oh God, how could I not...it looks so pretty out here…”

“Good,” he says, opening the wine. “Don’t want to mess up our first date.”

You smile even wider as he pours you some wine and hands the glass to you.

You hold the glass up. “What should be toast to?’

Bucky places his finger on his chin and taps, mockingly thinking. “How about good health?”

You laugh lightly. “That’s so cliche! What about we toast for each other?”

Bucky smiles. “Sounds good.”

After you toast, the cold night air makes you shiver a little. Bucky immediately places his thick flannel over you, and you make a note to thank Wanda for her good service. Not only did you just get your crush to give up his jacket, but now you also get to see him in a beautiful black t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

You two talk the night away. You talk about being in food service, he talks about being an Avenger. You share equally hilarious stories about your jobs, even if Bucky’s seem a little more...dangerous.

It’s hours later when you find yourself falling asleep on Bucky’s chest, his arm draped protectively over you.

He’s still asleep, snoring softly, when you wake up. You wiggle your way so that your face is right next to him and just watch him. He’s so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. You peck him on the cheek before snuggling back into his warm chest to fall asleep again.

In the dark, you don’t see Steve slip Natasha twenty dollars in various types of bills.

“I told you they’d fall asleep on each other,” Natasha chides, counting her bounty.

Steve sighs. “I know, I should have expected this. Now I’m down twenty bucks and I owe Sam another ten for Bucky actually cooking food.”

Natasha tsks. “He can be a real sap when he wants to be. For someone who’s known him since forever, you’re really bad at predicting his future behavior.”

“It’s the love,” Steve says. “Ma says it always changes a man when he’s in love.”

Natasha watches you two cuddles for another moment before responding. “Yeah, especially when that man knows he’s about to get some goodass food out of it.

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You’re My Key

Summary: Donna decides it is time for her and Dean to take a vacation, but she has more than one surprise in store for him. 

Word Count: 2557

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, Donna’s doubt

Pairing: Dean x Donna

Written for: @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s SPN Girl Power Challenge

This can be read as a stand alone, but if you really want to know my story of Dean and Donna, read Wherever You Are first. Beta’d by my angel, @just-another-busy-fangirl. Love you to the moon and back!

Donna poured a second cup of coffee and casually meandered about the Bunker. It was her day off and the boys were on a hunt. She couldn’t believe this was her life now. It was only a little over a year ago that she and Dean decided to give this thing between them a shot. She got the deputy job in Smith County and now came home to Dean every night at the Bunker. It wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t need perfect. She wanted real and that is what she and Dean had found in each other.

Sure, it was hard. She worked full time and Dean was hunting with his brother, but it was easier than if she still lived states away. She had the extra income coming in from renting out her house in Stillwater and she had been saving up for a while. She wanted to take Dean on an honest-to-God vacation. She was sure he hadn’t one of those in, like, ever. She had already planned a trip and thought it would be the perfect opportunity to spend some much needed alone time with Dean.

Donna had already booked the rooms they would need along the way. She had discussed her plans with Sam, so he was in on the decision and wholeheartedly agreed that Dean needed a vacation. The boys would be returning from the hunt later today, then she and Dean would leave first thing in the morning. She spent the rest of her day packing their bags and double checking the itinerary. Now all she had to do was wait for her man to come home.

She didn’t have to wait long. She heard the heavy door to the garage slam close and echo through the halls, carrying into the kitchen where she was cooking dinner. Dean always appreciated a hot meal and a shower when he returned. Before she started dinner, she laid clean clothes and a fresh towel out for him in the bathroom. Donna hummed as she mixed the dough for the chicken and dumplings she was making. It was the perfect comfort food for a bone chilling day. Of course, she thought it was nice out, being from Minnesota; this was great weather!

“Donna? Honey, I’m hoooome,” Dean’s voice rang out.

“In the kitchen,” she called back, a smile on her face.

“Hey, good lookin’, whatchya got cookin’?” Dean laughed as he wrapped her in a hug, his arms tight around her waist, head resting on her shoulder. He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing her in. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she told him. Turning around in his arms, she kissed him deeply to show him just how much he was missed. “Now, go take a shower, dinner will be ready when you are done. And then I will show you that there is more where that came from.” He growled low, kissing her before she pushed him away, making a face. “Go, you stink.”

“You’re not wrong,” he agreed after he lifted his shirt up to his nose. “I’ll be back in ten.”

Donna dropped the dough into the creamy mix of chicken and vegetables and set a timer. The dumplings should be done before Dean returned. She grabbed the bowls from the cupboard, utensils from the drawer and set the table. She snagged three beers and put them down as well. The timer went off a few minutes later and no sooner had she set the steaming pot in the middle of the table on the trivet, Dean walked through the door.

“Something smells delicious!” He rubbed his hands together and took a seat, Donna sitting next to him. She dished up their bowls as Sam walked in, also fresh from the shower.

“My famous chicken and dumplings, boys. Dig in,” she told them. She watched each of their faces as they took the first bite. She knew it wasn’t necessary, that it wasn’t expected of her, but she also knew she felt the need to take care of these men that she loved. Dean, the love she thought she would never experience, and Sam, the brother she never had. It made her happy to take care of them, even though they told her over and over she didn’t need to. The three of them had fallen into an easy rhythm within a few weeks of her moving in and they all just fit in each other’s lives.

During dinner, Sam and Dean filled her in on the hunt. It was not as easy as they had hoped, but neither of them had sustained any injuries, and that was always a win. She thought she actually worried more about them now then she ever did when they were apart. But this was a relationship now, not just friendship. It was deep and meaningful.

The dishes were cleared and leftovers were stored. Donna took Dean by the hand and led him back to their room. She had set up an ice bucket with four beers in it next to the bed with an envelope leaning against it, Dean’s name neatly written in her hand across the front.

“What is this?” he asked seeing it there when he climbed into bed.

“Open it, silly goose,” she prompted. She watched as he opened the envelope, his eyes wide when he turned to look at her.

“Are you serious?” he was astonished, most likely because someone would do something like this for him.

“Of course, Dean! I think it is time we took a vacation. From talking to Sam, you guys have never really had a vacation, with the exception of Vegas week. You’ve earned it, Dean. We’ve earned it,” she explained.

“Route 66? This is gonna be awesome! Thank you, Donna. This is really great. I love it,” Dean whispered, pulling her in for a kiss. Whenever he kissed her, it knocked her socks off. He left her breathless and wanting more, even if it was just a peck. Dean approached everything like he did hunting: calculated and measured and every move with a purpose. He rolled them until he was hovering above her. He spent the next few hours loving her, showing her exactly what she meant to him.

Morning came too early for Dean’s liking, but Donna was already out of bed. He smelled coffee and shuffled to the kitchen, clad only in his dead guy robe.  Donna handed him a cup and continued bustling around the kitchen. She was packing sandwiches and snacks, along with extra beer, for their journey.

“You ready to begin our adventure today?” she looked over at him. He wasn’t even drinking the coffee, just admiring her as she moved about. Some days he couldn’t believe this beautiful and confident creature he was in love with was the same timid woman he met on a case more than four years ago.

“I am more than ready to start another adventure with you, Don. I’ll get dressed then carry this stuff out for you, then we are off,” he replied. He returned to the kitchen fully dressed and grabbed the cooler and headed for the garage, Donna right behind him with a smaller cooler she had packed the food in. They settled everything in the backseat, tossed the bags in and took their seats in the car.

“Ready?” she asked.

“First stop: Hamburger City!” Dean exclaimed as he turned the key and Baby’s engine roared to life. They pulled out of the garage on what Donna hoped was the next leg of their adventure together. She mentally crossed her fingers and prayed she was making the right move.

Their first stop was Robert’s Grill, a little diner in El Reno, Oklahoma. They each had an onion burger, the house specialty, and shared an order of chili cheese fries. “These are amazing!”

“This is probably the best burger I have ever had!” Donna declared as she shoved another chili covered fry in her mouth, licking her fingers.

“Honey, you keep that up and we won’t make it to our next destination,” Dean warned, a smile paying at his lips.

“Maybe that is the next destination,” Donna suggested. “We have been on the road for some time already…”

“Maybe a quick pit stop won’t hurt. Let’s get outta here, Sweetheart,” he slid out of the booth and reached for her hand. It was still early and the sun was shining bright. It took a bit of out of the way driving for them to find a secluded spot, but as soon as Dean parked, they made quick work of Donna’s promises from the diner. An hour later, they were back on the road.

Dean wasn’t as impressed with the Cadillac Ranch as Donna hoped he would be. He just didn’t get how people could do that to a car; it seemed so wrong in his eyes. They back tracked to Amarillo for dinner and checked into the hotel Donna had reserved. Dean was impressed with the hotel. The room didn’t smell like something had died and there was nothing growing in the shower. The bed was comfortable and the sheets were clean. He was with Donna and he couldn’t ask for more. This was already a memorable trip and he couldn’t wait to continue on this journey with her.

“Hey Don, I know you have TInkertown on the list, but I am kinda excited to see the Grand Canyon. Do you mind if we hit it up on our way back instead?” Dean asked Donna as they stopped for fuel.

“Oh hey, no! I think that sounds like a great idea, Handsome. Let’s go!” Donna exclaimed and climbed back in the Impala. Her plans were being pushed up slightly and now she was a little nervous. Her plan had been to arrive at the Grand Canyon nearing sunset and this would put them ahead of schedule. She may have to adjust her plan.

Dean and Donna sat hand in hand overlooking the Grand Canyon. They had stopped for lunch and a pitstop, arriving an hour or two before the sunset. Donna was relieved that the timing had worked. She looked over at the man next to her, not believing this could be her life. She shifted to her knees and turned to him.

“You see this Dean? The way the sunset unlocks even more natural beauty of the rock. It is already there, but like it needed a key to really shine,” she handed him a small box.

“Don, what is this?” Dean asked her, perplexed at the box she placed in his hand.

“Stop asking and just open it, please,” her big brown eyes, boring into his. He pulled the top off the box and lifted out the contents.

“A key?” he asked. An old fashioned key, small enough that it fit on a chain. Donna took the chain from him and placed it over his head, hanging perfectly over his heart. She took something from her pocket and placed an identical chain over her head.

“A key to this,” Donna held up a small lock that hung at the end of her chain. “The key that you hold, unlocks even more of me, the natural me that until I met you didn’t even know existed. You’re my key. I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you have made me. I am a happier, more confident woman since the day you busted into my life. Dean, will you marry me?”

The look, the myriad of emotions, that crossed Dean’s face made Donna start sweating and question everything she had ever felt for him. Was she reading more into it than was really there? Did Dean love her as much as she loved him? Did he love her at all? What if she made a terrible mistake? She took a deep breath and hung her head in her hands. She stood and tried to take a step back, but his hand on her waist stopped her.

“Sweetheart, I don’t even know where to start, much less what to say.” Dean licked his lips nervously, his eyes cast downward as he gathered his thoughts. Donna was terrified that he was going to end things with her; that she had gone too far.

“It’s okay, Dean. You don’t need to say anything. I get it,” she whispered.

“I thought I had it all worked out in my head and then you did all this, and now I can’t think of a single thing I wanted to say. I do have so many things I want to say, but they’re all going to fall short if held up against what you said.” He looked down at the key. “This is probably the best, most meaningful and perfect gift that anyone has ever given me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Dean. Hey, uh, why don’t we head out?” Donna looked out over the beautiful landscape laid out before them, unconsciously wringing her hands in her lap. She was startled when she felt Dean’s large hand hold her two smaller ones.

“Look at me, Beautiful,” he said and Donna turned her head, her eyes meeting his. She still wasn’t sure what emotions she saw there, but felt that love was one of them. “I, um, I told Sam last week that you were it for me. It scares the hell outta me to think that, much less to say it out loud. Hell, Don, there was a time when you scared me. You are so beautiful and I couldn’t help but wonder what you wanted with a guy like me.”

Donna opened her mouth to speak, but Dean held his finger against her lips, silencing her.

“I never thought I would have this in my life, this unconditional love that I feel for you, and you for me. I never knew what that was. Despite all my faults, you love me anyways, and I love you even more because you can see past all my bullshit and excuses, and don’t hold back when I need to be called on it. I never thought in any lifetime, I would be saying these words and I find it so ironic that you said them first. So I’m just gonna give you this, since you beat me to it,” Dean laughed and handed her the small box he was holding. With shaky hands, Donna opened the box and her hand flew to her mouth.

“Dean,” she gasped. “What’re you doing?”

“Apparently, we had the same idea, but like I said, ya beat me to it,” he took the ring and slipped it on her finger. “Our love is like these knots. There is no end and no beginning, like my love for you.”

“I love it, and I love you. But, Dean, you never answered my question,” she reminded him.

“Oh, yeah that question that I wanted to ask, but as usual, you were one step ahead me. Yes, Donna. I wanna marry you, Sweetheart. Hell yes, I can’t wait to marry you.” Dean pulled her face to his and crashed their lips together. This kiss was like so many they shared before, full of love and passion, but this was the first kiss of the rest of their lives.

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“Broken” (Chapter Eight)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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“Cap!” Sam pounded on their bedroom door before pushing it open. “Are you— oh sorry guys.” He stopped when he saw Bucky and Steve in bed and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Well well napping in the middle of the day? What’s this about?”

“It isn’t anything.” Bucky grunted and lifted off of Steve, smoothing his right hand over Steve’s blond hair before moving to sit in his own bed. “Just wanted some peace and quiet. What are you doin,? We already ran this morning.”

“Alarm came in.” Sam said in answer, and Steve was jumping out of bed, grabbing his suit and heading to the bathroom to change.  “He still doesn’t like to change in front of people huh?”

“Nope.” Bucky pushed his hair out of his eyes.”I bet he’s gotta do all sorts of wiggling to get into that tight thing. Nobody wants to see that.”

“Come on now!” Sam burst out laughing. “That’s an image I’m never gonna get out of my head!”

“Stop thinking about me getting dressed and let’s go.” Steve reappeared just that fast, opening the gun safe that held his shield and an assortment of other weapons. “We going or what?”

“Got that suit wiggle down quick doesn’t he?” Sam winked at Bucky and ducked when Steve pretended to throw his shield at him. “Calm down, golden boy, I was joking. Lets go.”

“Bucky.” Steve slid his shield onto his forearm and motioned for Bucky with his other hand. “I’ll let you know as soon as I can what’s going—“

“Steve.” Bucky interrupted. “You guys go do your superhero thing. I’m probably just going to sleep. You don’t need to check in on me, alright?”

“I’m nervous about leaving you alone.” He admitted and softened his voice. “It’s been months since we’ve been apart for more than a few hours.”

“I’m a big boy, Stevie.” Bucky smiled and bumped their noses together lightly. “Go save the world.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. “Okay, but if you need anything—“

“He’ll use the bat phone!” Sam interrupted loudly. “Now let’s go already!”

Steve ducked his head and kissed Bucky's lips before heading out the door.

Sam looked Bucky up and down. “Can I kiss you too?”

“You wanna keep your lips, punk?” Bucky shot back, and Sam laughed all the way down the hallway.

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Bucky enjoyed when the Tower was empty. It usually only happened at night, so it was a little surreal during daylight hours.

Pepper was nowhere to be seen, off doing whatever it was she did every day in her perfectly coordinated suits and professional hairstyles. Bucky thought he heard at some point that she actually ran Stark Industries, which was the money and tech behind the team.

Having seen her patented no-nonsense glare when someone got out of line, Bucky could definitely see how the formidable Ms. Potts could run the giant company.

All that to say— Bucky was glad the Tower was empty.

Now he could let his wings hang naturally instead of holding them right to his back, give the deep ache between his shoulder blades a chance to ease. He didn’t have to worry about accidentally cutting anyone, or feel self conscious about his arm. With the tower empty, Bucky could just exist, metal limbs and all.

So he thumped down the stairs to the common area, for once not thinking about how heavy his tread was or how loud the clicking of the metal edges on his wings was and made a sandwich in the kitchen without worrying about how much food to leave for everyone else.

Then he sprawled across the big couch, letting his wings lay lax, turning on one of the movies Sam was so fond of, and settled in for a relaxing afternoon.

Or it would have been relaxing, except Bucky reached out for a drink and his left arm seized up, the plates and gears beneath it tightening with an awful screeching sound until felt like his arm was caught in a vice, pain radiating from his fingertips clear up to his collarbone where the horrible thing was attached.

“Gah!” Bucky yelled out in surprise and then again in absolute panic as everything tightened even more, and he went to his knees on the living room floor, right hand grabbing his left arm, rubbing desperately in any attempt to ease the pain.

All he could do was put his head on the floor and scream, hoping that the pain gave way sometime soon.

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“Bucky?” Tony came tearing up the stairs from the lab, having heard both the scream of pain, and JARVIS’s alarmed call for Tony to please help Sergeant Barnes. “Bucky!”

Bucky couldn't even lift his head to see who was talking to him, couldn't pull himself out of the pain long enough to register that it was Tony, all he could smell was Alpha.

And Alpha and pain had always been a terrible combination, so his wings snapped out and opened wide, metal tips screeching across the floor and flashing in the air, a clear warning to stay away.

“Hey, hey it's okay.” Tony skidded to a stop, knelt down on the floor so Bucky would see him if he looked up. “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, honey it's me. It's Tony, it's me. I know I'm not your favorite person, but honey you’ve got to stop screaming and tell me what's wrong. Let me help you, what's going on?”

“My arm.” Bucky bit out. “Tony help me.”

“Okay.” Tony ran a hand through his hair, his own wings shaking anxiously. “Okay, Bucky, I need you to pull those pretty wings back for me, alright? I can't get close to you like this. Wings in, head up, let me see you.”

Bucky pulled in a deep breath and slowly his wings retracted until they were down by his sides again, and Tony could see the stiff bend to his arm, the individual plates jerking and twitching as they tried to force-realign themselves, the noise like nails on a chalkboard. He could even see where the arm was tugging at his chest, the machinery yanking at the muscles as it tried to tighten and pull.

“Jesus Christ.” Tony muttered. “I need to get closer to you, Bucky. You gonna let me closer?”

Bucky managed a nod, his head dropping back down over his arm, and he brought his wings away further, giving Tony more room.

“Alright honey.” Tony crouched in front of him, pushing Bucky's right hand away gently so he could see what it was his left arm was doing. “Jesus, this is a piece of shit isnt it? What the hell did they graft onto you? It looks like---” his voice trailed off into mumbles, technical babble that Bucky didn't understand but couldn't care about over the pain lighting up his entire body.

He could barely breathe, the robotics in the arm yanking at his shoulder, down his chest, god he thought his heart would give out from the pain, and his eyes started glazing over as he slipped towards unconsciousness.

But the worst part about being a super soldier was that it took an awful fucking lot to put him under, and unfortunately this level of pain wasn't going to do it, so Bucky was just hovering there between too hurt to function and too strong to give in.

“You with me?” Tony brushed Bucky's hair out of his eyes, and Bucky tried to focus on his face. “Sweetheart, you with me? I'm basically gonna snap this open and cut a few wires. Your arm is going to go limp, absolutely useless until I can fix it. It's gonna hurt like a bitch and then everything should drop into a dull ache, alright? Otherwise I can't get it to stop doing this. You with me?”

“Please just help me.” Bucky whispered, and sweat dripped into his eyes, tears flooding down his cheeks. “Tony please.”

“I'm gonna help you.” Tony jumped to his feet. “I just need a few seconds, gotta grab something from the lab.”

Bucky barely registered Tony leaving, didn't even realize he was alone until a fresh wave of pain swamped him, his arm jerking and tightening again, and he was screaming all over again until there was a warm hand on his chin, a soothing voice telling him to wait wait wait I promise I'll fix it just a second baby just a second--

--A harsh snap like something broke, and then white hot blinding pain--

And nothing.

Tony grabbed Bucky when he collapsed, when he fell forward against him, and tossed the bolt cutters away, wrapping both arms around Bucky's shoulders and sitting back on the floor so the big Omega could lean against him.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Tony hushed him over and over, blinking back his own tears listening to Bucky sob into his chest, the metal arm hanging limp and heavy at his side. “I gotcha honey, holy shit, Buck, I've got you. You’re fine now. You’re fine, I promise.” Tony smoothed long hair back from Bucky's forehead, ran his hands over broad shoulders trying to comfort as best he could. “Baby, I'm so glad I was here to help. Jesus Christ, scared me to death, never want to hear you like that ever again. Shh sweet pretty Omega, just calm down. I've got you, I've got you.”

Tony was just babbling, saying anything and everything to keep Bucky calm, not even noticing he was calling Bucky baby and honey and a pretty Omega. The need to comfort, to take care of Bucky was already so deeply ingrained in the Alpha, it was instinct to say all those things, just like it was instinct to kiss Bucky's head, to keep the big soldier pressed right against him, right into his neck so the Alpha scent would calm him.

“Pretty, perfect thing.” Tony murmured, turning them slowly so he could lean against the couch and take more of Bucky's weight. “I'm so sorry, so sorry you have to go through this. Such a terrible thing for such a perfect Omega to go through. Shh, Im right here, right here for you. Not going anywhere.” 

He wasn't sure how long they sat there, how long it took for Bucky to stop shaking, but it was long enough for Tony's butt to go numb, and when Bucky finally started to pull away, Tony let him go, taking the chance change positions.

“Hows that?” he asked quietly. “I'm sure it still hurts, I'm sure your chest feels like a truck hit it, but the worst should be gone.”

Bucky looked down at the useless limb, at the metal that Tony had basically shredded to get to the wires and gears underneath. “Thank you.”

“I'm just glad I was home. Let me get you a sling for that, because it won't work at all now, and you need to keep it from moving. Any hard jolt will still hurt your chest.” Tony was gone again, looking in the medicine cabinet for something that would work like a sling and Bucky sat back up on the couch, holding his arm gingerly, and dropped his head down onto the headrest, closing his eyes, a few more tears trickling down his face.

“So I found--hey, honey it's okay.” Tony leaned forward without thinking about it, wiping the tears away. “I can't imagine how bad that sucked, but it's done now, and Bruce and I-- we can figure out what the hell happened, alright? Let me just put this on you--” Bucky sat up and Tony looped the sling around his neck, helping lift the heavy arm and secure it. “There, okay? That should keep anything terrible from happening until we can do something with it.”

“Thank you.” Bucky looked up at him uncertainly. “Really.”

“I'm just glad I was home.” Tony repeated and stepped away to give Bucky some space, clearing his throat awkwardly now that the intimate moment was over and Bucky was more in control of himself. “That was an adventure, but I think I'll get back to my lab. Feel like I'm interrupting your fun afternoon or something. I don't want to bother you or make you uncomfortable by sticking around. So if you’re okay I’m going to go.”

“Um Tony--” Bucky started to say something and Tony whipped back around, eyebrows raised hopefully.

“Yeah?”

“You said my wings---” Bucky took a deep breath. “You think my wings are pretty?”

Tony's gaze warmed. “Black and silver? Of course they’re pretty.” he cocked his head. “Bout the prettiest wings I've ever seen. Need anything else?”

“No.” Bucky whispered and Tony smiled, before heading back downstairs.

Bucky lifted his wings, wincing at the pull on his left shoulders, staring at the black and silver feathers that he hated so much.

The Alpha though they were pretty?

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“So let me get this straight.” Steve folded his arms. “The first time I go anywhere without you in months and I come home and your arm is---” he gestured to the sling. “I mean for fucks sake, Bucky, what the hell happened?”

“Shut up, Cap, it's not like Bucky purposefully messed his arm up just so you wouldn't be here to help him.” Clint snapped, and sat next to Bucky on the couch, carefully avoiding his wings, but still trying to press close to Bucky's right side. “Are you alright? I bet that hurts like a bitch.”

“Of course it hurts!” Sam dropped onto Bucky's other side, pushing his wings away to make room and handing Bucky an ice pack for his chest. “Seriously though, you alright?”

“I'm fine.” Bucky muttered, looking away from Steve guiltily. “Just hurts.”

“I'm sorry.” Steve sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I'm sorry. I'm just a little freaked out. Come here.” he knelt in front of Bucky, putting both arms around his waist and bringing him into a hug gingerly, scenting along his neck until Bucky relaxed against him. “Thank god Tony was here to help you.”

“You let Tony help you?” Sam asked in surprise and Bucky tried to shrug.

“Didn't have much of a choice, did I?”

“Well I guess not but---”

“Damn it, you guys, leave him alone!” Clint flared his wings in warning and leaned into Bucky's right side, pressing his nose and mouth just behind his ear in a comforting gesture. “Let’s just be glad he’s still in one piece.”

Sam and Steve grumbled a little, but close to half an hour later when Bruce and Natasha came down from their rooms, the four of them were still huddled on the couch, Bucky in the middle, the others murmuring soft things, gentle touches over whatever part of him they could reach.

Natasha lifted her phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Tony.

The Alpha messaged back with about a trillion hearts and she showed Bruce with a grin.

“Bucky will come around.” Bruce said quietly. “This is an unfortunate situation he was forced into with his arm, but it might be the thing that leads him to trust Tony. And as long as that's the end result, it doesn't really matter how it happens.

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“Does Tony think he can help you with this?” Steve asked when they started pulling apart for dinner. “If he cut wires he will probably have to redo it all?”

“He said he thinks Bruce and him can fix me up.” Bucky said slowly, looking down at his arm, and then up at Steve. “Tony’s  a good Alpha, isn’t he?”

“The best, Bucky.”

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A Christmas Miracle

There was a well-known secret: Dean Winchester loved to read. He’d deny it if you asked him and maybe some people would believe him, except for Cas. See, Cas had seen Dean’s soul, cradled it in his arms as he raised him from Perdition and with that came certain perks. Those perks included knowing Dean inside and out. And no matter how many times Dean brushed it off, he knew Dean loved to read and he knew his favorite author was Kurt Vonnegut.

It was two days before Christmas and Cas was on a mission. He was going to make sure Dean had the best Christmas present ever. The Winchesters were having a much needed break on Christmas, Sam and Dean both agreeing that they would take the day off. Buying Sam a gift had been easy but for Dean, Cas agonized about it for days. Sam had suggested that Cas give him something from the heart(Sam had to quickly explain that no, this didn’t mean that he should give Dean a piece of his vessel’s heart. Nine years on Earth and still, Cas took certain things literally).

Though Dean would not be pleased to hear about this, Cas had searched through Dean’s memories to find out what Kurt Vonnegut book he’d never read. Slaughterhouse-Five? That was his favorite. Cat’s Cradle? He’d read that, too. As well as Mother Night, Slapstick, Galapagos, and his other nine novels. He’d considered traveling back in time and stealing the original manuscript of Slaughterhouse-Five before Sam reminded him that if he did, it would be like the book had never existed. He was reluctant to say that Sam was right. What could he give someone who had done so much for him? Someone who forgave him again and again even as he messed up again and again? Someone who showed him what to live for? Someone who showed him what humanity was and the beauty in it? Cas was beginning to loathe the Christmas tradition that included buying a material thing that wouldn’t mean anything. He was on a hunt for something that would mean the world to Dean besides pie, his baby, and Sam.

It was days before it came, in the form of a simple internet search. He’d found it. The perfect gift for Dean Winchester. Something he could treasure forever.

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He flew to a small town in Williamsport, Indiana, where they were holding an auction for the first edition of Slaughterhouse-Five. Dean would love it. It held something of sentimental value. Through combing through Dean’s memories, he found that this was the first book Dean ever read, the one that made him think that reading wasn’t so bad at all. He was fifteen and waiting for Sam to get out of school. He waited in the library to find refuge from the rain and picked a random book to pretend to read so he didn’t look out of place. That book had been Slaughterhouse-Five and he read it in the three hours it took for Sam to get out of school. He ended up checking out a few more books by the same author. Kurt Vonnegut, in Dean’s opinion, was a badass.

People are known to seek refuge in literature and that’s exactly what Dean did. “And so it goes” became Dean’s mantra when things felt too hard to deal with. It was a comforting thing he would whisper to himself when his father would leave him and Sam alone to fend for themselves, when his father would punish him and when his father would hit him in drunken rage for letting Sam run away. And so it goes.

He had brought a thousand dollars, confident that no one would bid as high as him. Sam said that it was reported that the average price range would be around eight hundred so the book should be Cas’s to take.

That is, until a middle-aged woman with bright blue eyeliner and blonde, bouncing curls, bid higher than him.

“One thousand and five hundred!,” she said, a smug smile on her face as she glanced at Cas.

“One thousand and five hundred going once, going twice, and sold-”

“No!,” Cas growled, anger bubbling in his chest. He wished he could smite this woman and get away with it.

The auctioneer halted and blinked at Cas. “Do you have a bigger deal?”

But Cas wasn’t listening to the man in the flashy purple suit as he stalked towards the woman, thunder in his eyes. She eyed him with trepidation.

“You will not accept this book. It is mine.”

She blinked, her mouth hanging open as if ready to catch flies. She took a moment to compose herself before crossing her arms across her chest and raising her chin at him. “Excuse me but this is-”

“I don’t care,” Cas said. “This book is very important to someone I care deeply about and you will not take this away from him.”

“Well,” the woman tuted. “This book is very important to me and it is mine to take since I outbid you.”

“No,” Cas said as he moved closer into the woman’s personal space, his teeth gritted. “You do not understand how important this is. This is the first christmas where he will be at peace and nothing can go wrong. I will not let a bad present ruin it.”

“Well, sir-”

“I’m not finished. I met Dean when he was broken beyond repair, in hell, and I helped raised him from it. This man has taught me the value of life and humanity. He has taught me love. I rebelled against my family for him. Through everything he has stuck with me. From me betraying him, to not trusting him, he has never betrayed me nor not trusted me. He has always had my back. He has saved me time and time again. I have been told that I have fallen in every way imaginable for this man but I do not regret it.

Though I rescued him first, he has rescued me in more ways than one, in many times over. He is kind, selfless. He loves his family more than himself. He has an unhealthy relationship to his vehicle. He does not see the good that he is and how important and loved he is and I just want this gift to show him-”

The woman’s expression softened. “Sir-”

“I need that book. This was the first book he ever loved. It has meaning to him. After everything that this man has done for me, this is the little I could do.” He looks at the woman with a desperate expression. “Please, help me with this one small deed. I have known humans to be kind and selfless. I need this book.”

“Damn,” the woman mutters. “I wish I could find a man like you.”

Cas squints at her. “I’m sorry. Is that a flirtation?”

She smiles at him. “Please, honey, I can see you’re taken and pretty smitten about this boy of yours. Dean is one lucky man.” She glances at the book, resting on the display in all it's glory and sighs. “I withdraw my bid. Give it to this cutie. It obviously means more to him,” she announces to the auctioneer.

Cas’s eyes widens. It never ceases to amaze him how capable humans are of kindness. “Thank you. What you have done means a great deal to me.”

She waves him off. “I just wanted to resell it for a higher pay. It seems you needed it more.” She pats him on the shoulder. “Merry Christmas, sir.”

“Thank you.”

She smiles. “I hope that boy of yours likes it. You two have a good Christmas. And my name’s Elena if you want to invite me to your wedding.”

Cas tilts his head in confusion. “We’re not-”

Elena shakes her head. “Don’t worry, I’m not against gay relationships. Don’t feel the need to hide it from me.” She picks up her purse and coat.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Cas said, a small smile tugging on his lips as he watches her walk away.

“Sir,” the auctioneer says. “Here’s your book.”

As Cas hold the book gingerly, he revels in the fact that Christmas miracles do come true.

Love Again

A/N: So I know I said I’m posting just Joker and Jared (LETO) fanfics now but I found a SamxReader that I wrote a while back so I thought I would post it! Hope you enjoy!! 

Title: Close As Anyone Can Get 

Pairing: SamXReader

Warning: Cuteness overload 

Word Count: 2,428 

I bounced my leg up and down as I sat on the curb of my driveway, my phone screen lighting up the darkness around. It was humid and hot out, making the whole situation worse. I stared at the text messages that were on my smart phone, through tear filled eyes. The last message had been sent at 11:36pm and read, Ok honey. I’m just on the highway I’ll be there as fast as I can. Be there in about 10 mins. I glanced up at the time at the top of the screen, it reading 11:47pm. I knew it was only a minuet but my chest tightened and a soft sob slipped through my lips. My phone fell from my fingers and landed on the gravel in between my knees that were up against my chest. I buried my face in my hands as the faint shouts from the house behind me filled my ears, the dull ache that always sat in between my eyes returning once again. I had gotten used to the consent yelling and fighting in my household over the years, which I knew was not a healthy thing, but I hadn’t really had a choice. I was the born to a materialistic “trophy wife” women who cared more about her appearance and her belongings than her child and a man who cared about his status at work and the cash that flowed in because of it more than anyone. Oh except of course all the young women he took to fancy hotels. He messed around while his only daughter sat at home struggling to keep the will to live, as her mother laughed with her friends about how ugly I was because I didn’t get dolled up everyday, just loud enough for me to hear through the thin walls and large hallways that carried the words to my fragile ears. My life was a living hell up. I grew up in the same small town that I was still stuck in. I went to the small high school where everyone had known everyone since the age of 5. Which was unfortunate for someone like me who had had a big label plastered on my forehead from day one that read FREAK! By the time I was in high school I was a mess, with self harm scars already etched into my wrists, knew ones appearing almost everyday. Having no friends and parents who really should have never been aloud to have children did that sort of thing to you. Then one day I saw a news story on a girl around my age that took her life in a city not to far away from me. The story talked about how she was so young and never really got to experience her life. I decided at that moment and I wasn’t going to let these people rule my life anymore. I was going to get out of this house one day once I had to money and I would get to really live. I stood up for myself at school and just went about my life, not letting my parent’s absence get to me. I tried to see the positive things in life, even though they were hard to find most days.   Then one day he had appeared, helping me pick up the pile of mail that had fell from my arms. The moment my eyes met his I knew. I knew that this man was the one I was going to be with. Cheesy I know, but it’s how I felt when I looked at him, his brother leaning against their beautiful old car behind him. Now I was sitting her, my tear stained cheeks puffy and red as I sat in front of the house we had to “down grade” to when my dad got fired from his big wig for sleeping with his assistant. In his office. My very unhappy other, if you could even call her that, was in the house screaming at my “father” for the 6th time today for something I couldn’t even understand through her sobs. I had snapped, grabbing my bag and phone and just leaving, not that they even noticed. My head snapped up, my thoughts being pushed to the back for the moment, as the white 1989 Ford Crown Victoria Station Wagon that I knew belonged to Bobby, pulled up just passed my driveway. I wasted no time scrambling to my feet, picking up my phone and stuffing it in my over the shoulder bag; practically running on the boulevard to the passenger door. I pulled hard on the sticky door and was in the car before the door even had time to open fully. I slammed the door close and pushed the lock down, just in case for some reason one of them came after their 21-year-old daughter, who they ignored but also treated like a 5-year-old.   I looked over at my 25-year-old boyfriend, panic and sadness in my pale blue eyes. “Y/N what happened? I was freaking out the whole drive here!” He said leaning closer to me, wiping my cheek clear of tears. I shook my head and looked out the wind shield. “Please just drive. Please Sam.” I barley whispered, my voice shaking along with my lip. Sam Winchester knew me better than anyone and he knew that I meant what I said when I was this upset. He nodded, shifted the car into drive and punched the gas. He used his right hand to squeeze my leg gently, continuing to caress it as I leaned my forehead against the window, closing my eyes as I let out all the pent up sadness that had been buried so deep it had never seen the light of day as we sped down the street towards somewhere better.

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I had finally started to calm down, my eyes drying as one last sob sneaked out. My body was still trembling slighting in Sam’s arms as we sat in the station wagon. Sam and I had put a large comforter and a few pillows in the large space at the back where there were no seats for all the nights that we had come out here for privacy. Sam was sitting up and I was laying down, my head on Sam’s lap. We parked behind an old run down building that stood on Bobby’s property. It was far from the house and there was no chance that anyone would interrupt our privacy. It was deathly dark out, the moon not even shinnying and the only light came from the numerous strings of battery powered LED fairy lights that I had strung up around the ceiling in the back. It created a beautiful atmosphere for all the moonless nights we had spent out here. Sam had sat there stroking my hair as he tried to calm me down for at least an hour. I had told him through tears and sobs about how I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t live in a house with two people who were constantly at each others throats and acted like I didn’t exist. I couldn’t go to job where I was treated like I was disposable and if I ever said I wasn’t able to do something I would end up jobless. He had just told me that it was going to be ok and that he was there. I finally shifted so I was laying on my back, my head still in his lap as I looked up at his incredibly handsome face, his hazel eyes glossy with their own tears. We just stared at each other for a few minuets, not needing words to know what one another was feeling. Eventually I broke the silence. “I’m sorry Sammy,” I said, my lip quivering as the words slipped out. Sam said nothing as he pulled me into a sitting position and moved to face me. He gently lifted my legs up and tugged me close to him, spreading his legs on ether side of me, as I wrapped mine around his waist subconsciously. We sat like this a lot and it felt like set nature to me now. Sam leaned down as he pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes shutting at the same instant that mine fluttered closed, calming darkness engulfing me. I heard Sam inhale deeply, a soft hmmm vibrating through his closed plump lips that made my head spin by just looking at them. “You always smell so amazing.” His voice was deep and raspy as he spoke. I inhaled sharply, beginning to find it hard to concentrate on the reason I had texted Sam in the first place. The moment didn’t last as long as I would have liked it too and Sam spoke again, both our eyes still closed. “You have nothing to be sorry for Y/N/. None of this is your fault.” Sam paused briefly to pull back a little and took his large smooth hands, which I found surprising for a hunter, and rested them gently against the soft skin of my cheeks. “The way people have treated is not your doing and it is completely understandable for you to be upset.” He put emphases on the word completely. I nodded and I looked down as I took my hands and barley touched his hard stomach through his thin cotton t-shirt. I let them linger there and then began softly tracing the creases of his muscles, my eyes following them. “Maybe there is something wrong with me. I mean there has to be.” I spoke softly, never taking my eyes off my fingers and the movements they were making. I felt sadness tug at my heart but I couldn’t cry, there wasn’t any tears left. I meant what I said. There was no way that that many people could dislike someone and there not be something wrong with them, something that they were doing to make everyone turn their head. Sam sighed but I wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the idiocy of my statement or if it was cause of the sensations my finger tips were sending through his body. Ether way Sam didn’t bask in it long and I reluctantly let him lift my chin up so I was forced to look at him. He looked me directly in the eye, an expression of pain corrupting his normally sweet face. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes, apparently there were still some left. “There is nothing wrong with you Y/N.” He said, his voice stern, “No one is prefect I know that, but baby, you are as close as anyone will ever get.” As a single tear slipped down my cheek, I felt my heart break. Not in a bad way though, it was good but lord did it still hurt. Sam and I had been together for a little over 6 months now and from the first time he kissed me I knew he loved me. He had never said it but nether had I. That was something we both had trouble with. Sam was afraid to get attached to people because of his life and after Jess’ death and then his fathers he felt like as soon as he loved someone they died. I was afraid to say I love you because I had never felt like anyone ever felt it back and I had built up a wall to protect myself. But over the last half of a year Samuel Winchester had began slowly chipping away at the stone and I felt as if at any moment now, all of it would come crashing to the ground with the lightest of touch. My fingers trembled against him and I felt the control that I fought so hard to keep at all times, slipping out of my grasp and god I was scared. “I never thought that I would…” Sam clenched his jaw, a small tear escaping from the corner of his eyes as he continued, “That I would every love anyone again. After Jess died I made myself a promise that I would never let myself feel this way again, or if I did I would keep it to myself. I couldn’t risk hurting anyone ever again. But you, god Y/N you make it impossible for me to sleep at night without you next to me. Every time I see you it’s like the first time and I still get butterflies in my stomach when you smile at me.” By now I could barley see his emotional face through the tears in my eyes. I kept blinking to clear my vision, wanting to memorize the way his cheeks flushed with the sudden release of suppressed emotions. I wanted to forever remember the way his lip trembled as spoke the words that I knew were tough for him to utter. I fisted the fabric of his dark red shirt into my fingers, wanting him closer because that look on his face was killing me and I just wanted to hold him and make it all better. “I mean, you walk into the room in that raggedy t-shirt you stole from me and your little orange pajamas shorts and I am so proud that I can call you mine.” He chuckled softly and I followed close behind. “You make me forget about my past Y/N. You make me forget about who I am and who everyone expects me to, because the only thing you ever want from me is love. The only thing you have ever asked of me is that I let you in. For the first time in years I am happy. You make me feel like I am enough, that I’m not the freak everyone thinks I am.” Sam said, smiling as he did. It was a funny thing to see someone crying and smiling at the same time but it was even weird to be experiencing it yourself. I had always wondered what it felt like to be so happy that you cried and it felt even better than I had imagined. Sam gripped my cheeks a little stronger at that moment and he looked into my eyes with an intensity I had never seen in his eyes before and he uttered the four words that I never thought would have ever been spoken to me. “I love you Y/N.”

Chapter 6 (week 16)

Sky stared at Ryder who squatted in front of her with a look of bewilderment in his eyes. She held in another outburst as he stood up silently, placing the tray with quite expensive equipment she had knocked over on accident while trying to move her legs over her bed back onto its stand next to her gurney. The whole task had been a real struggle. Her entire body felt weightless and her casted arm was throbbing. Nothing else matter though now except that she see her son. Not even Ryder would stop her. “Do you know where he is?” “Yes,” Ryder answered. “Can I see him?” “No, not yet.” “Why not?” She pushed herself to her feet, leaning heavier on her less injured side. “Because,” Ryder gazed down at her, a serious expression forming now on his chiseled face,“you’re not allowed to.” “I’m his mother! Of course I can see him! You can’t stop me. If I have to hobbled all around this hospital in search of my boy because no one will tell me anything, then I will!” She glared harshly at Ryder, hoping he would squirm some. His gaze never shifted. She couldn’t stand here anymore! She needed to find her son. She took a step forward, but Ryder didn’t move away to let her pass. “Move please.” “No.” She glanced back up at him, surprised by his stony tone. “I said, move.” “And I said no,” Ryder stuck his hands in his jean pockets, unwavering. “You need to be in bed. You’re still recovering.” “And you need to get out of my way!” She took another step forward, but still, Ryder stayed put. Inches now separated them. “Sky,” He dropped his voice to a gentle rumble then. “What?” “Please, get back in bed.” “I- I need to see Jake.” Her strength began to waver. All she could picture was Jake’s battered body, bloodied and bruised. Was he scared, not knowing where he was? Was he crying for her at this very moment? Or worse, was he …dead? With that final thought in mind, Sky’s full resolve broke and she felt herself begin to collapse. “Whoa!” A steel arm gripped around her waist and held her tightly. “You’re going back to bed, right now.” Before she could stop him, she was being gently scooped up into Ryder’s arms and placed back onto her gurney. The tears erupted then. “Jake!Oh my precious Jake! I just want to see him. I just want to know, is he okay? Is he hurting? Is he even alive?! I can’t stand the thought of him being alone and away from me, frightened. He needs me Ryder! I need him too! I want my little boy!” Ryder pulled up a fold out chair beside her bed and slowly slid her hand in his. “He’s alive.” “Thank God,” she cried out,“but how is he?” She couldn’t stop the tears running down her face, but it didn’t matter anymore. She just wanted Jake. She couldn’t see Ryder’s face clearly, but she could her his words crystal clear. “He’s…not doing so well. I’m not suppose to be the one to tell you this. Jake’s in…in a coma. He had serious damage done to his spinal cord. He’s just come out of surgery and is now in the I.C.U. He- he probably will never walk again.” A loud cry escaped from her and the tears became a flood. This could not be happening, not to her sweet, loving Jake. But, it was. And she had no power to change it. “Sky, I’m-I’m so sorry.” Ryder’s voice cracked and she realized he was begin to cry as well. There, in that empty hospital room, Sky and Ryder wept together over Jake, sharing a deep connection somehow. But that was exactly what she needed right now: someone to weep with. 🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 Ryder stared at the woman sleeping in a hospital bed in front of him, their hands still intertwined. Sky had cried and cried and cried. It was like the flood gates of her anguish had been opened up and he had been the only thing she could hold on to while the waters of life raged higher and higher. He hadn’t left her. He just couldn’t. She had taken a piece of his heart through her episode and he believed he would never have it back. Now, he couldn’t stop looking at her. He wanted to protect her, to be her shoulder to cry on. He wanted to wipe all her tears away, bring back her gorgeous smile. He wanted to really get to know her, on a personal level. What made her happy? What kept her up late at night or gave her the giggles? How could he really comfort her through this struggle? All these and more thoughts passed through his mind as he gaze down at their clasping hands. “Lord, please help me.” His phone began to buzz, arousing Sky from her slumber. He removed his hand from under hers and placed it on her shoulder. “Hey, I’ll be right back. I need to take this. You go back to sleep, alright?” A faint nod was his only response from her. He stood up and stretched then picked up his phone. “Hello?” “Hello Ryder,” his mother’s soft voice brought a smile to his face. “Wendy told me you were going through something at work. Is there anything I can do for you?” His smile faltered some. He opened Sky’s door and stepped out into the quiet hallway. Leaning back against the now closed door, he let out a sigh. “Wendy has a big mouth. Nothing is wrong with me, I’m just concerned about… a friend of mine who got in a serious car wreck today.” “Oh dear. Is he alright?” A sheepish grin played on his lips. “Well, first of all, he is a she. Sky was hit by a U-Haul truck. Her son was in the backseat and received most of the damage from the impact. She isn’t that bad off, just has a broken arm and a couple of bruises. Jake on the other hand…no outcome looks good right now for him.” Silence filled the other line. “Mom?” “I’m still here. I’m just thinking. I’ll be praying for this Jake boy, and your new lady friend.” “Sky. Her name’s Sky.” “I’ll write them down right now.” A minute later, his mother came back onto the line. “So, how long have you known this woman?” He rolled his eyes, grinning still. His mother’s tone had changed from worried to curious. She and Wendy were always trying to figure out things about his personal life, which he didn’t really care much about. They were also always trying to get him to go out more, meet people, date, things like that. But he always told them no. For some reason though, he wanted to tell his mom about Sky. So, he did. “Sky Evergreen is her full name. I met her and her son Jake at the park a couple of weeks ago. She accidentally left her purse on a park bench and I followed her to a diner and returned it to her. She confessed that she was a widow to me after I addressed her as Mrs. Evergreen. After that she left and I didn’t see her for a while until today when I responded to her 911 call. I didn’t know it was her. I was…pretty terrified when I saw her in her smashed car. Her son looked worse then her. I’m standing outside of her room now, just wondering how I can help her. She’s just so vulnerable and worried about her son. I can’t leave her now, not when she needs someone by her side.” He pushed his fears back, not wanting to revel just how concerned he was about Sky to his mom. “She sounds like she could use a friend right now. Maybe we could meet her soon. Would we be able to visit?” He almost laughed aloud. “Yes, you could. But don’t get any ideas mom.” “What do you mean?” He could practicality hear the smirk in his mother’s voice. “You know exactly what I mean. You and Wendy are always trying to hook me up. Don’t think I don’t see right through your ‘innocent visit’ trick. You’re up to no good, so you might as well drop it now.” His mother chuckled. “What ever you say honey. I have to go, your dad’s waiting for me at uncle Sam’s house. He said he’s caught a giant bass while he was fishing with his brother today. Bye Ryder, love you.” “Love you too mom. Don’t forget about what I said. Try one thing and you’re gone.” “Of course.” He shook his head at her obvious sarcasm. Leave it to his mom to get him into an awkward situation. Especially when it came to women. Ryder lightly opened Sky’s door and entered in once more. He made his way over to his fold out chair and sat back down. “You don’t have to stay here.” Sky’s sleepy voice surprised him. Had she heard his conversation with his mother? He hoped not. “Would you like me to leave?” He responded softly. “Well, no and yes. If you have something to do, I don’t wanna get you in trouble. No because…because you’re good company. I don’t think I could do this by myself. Jake though…he’s all alone.” “Good company huh? I love a good compliment.” He rubbed his chin and pulled one of his cocky grins for her. His attempt to cheer her up worked. Sky’s laughter filled the silence in the next moment. “You’re welcome.” “I don’t have anything that I need to be doing, so I’m free right now.” “Okay then.” Sky’s smile slowly faded away and Ryder missed it immediately. “I realize now to not be on your bad side. I was pretty worried earlier that you were gonna barrel through me just to leave your room.” A shy smile appeared on Sky’s now flushed face. “You know I couldn’t have gotten past you. You’re three times stronger than me by far.” “I don’t know,” he slouched back in his chair, pretending to ponder deeply. Once again she laughed, filling him up with joy. Her laughter alone could lighten the weigh that now lodged in his heart. “You’re try to distract me, aren’t you?” She stared at him with a look of curiosity. “Yes. Is it working?” He stared back, hoping to get another smile from her. She chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she did. “Well, at least you’re honest.” “I wouldn’t be anything but honest with you.” Sky stopped laughing. Gazing into his eyes, she tilted her head slightly to the right, contemplating on his statement, then answering back. “Thank you. It means a lot.”