#in my head we went to visit sam together and i took this on the boat :)

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

My Heart Is Thrilled By The Still Of Your Hand

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: okay uh praise kink, touch starved bucky, kinda size kink, a little bit of cockwarming, creampie, unprotected p in v (wrap it UP), oral f receiving, minor overstimulation idk I think that's all but I'm probably missing something

Genre: fluff + smut

Summary: You find out your very not physical boyfriend is actually touch starved

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Your boyfriend does not like physical contact. You'd figured that out pretty soon after you'd met him. Granted he started out as your neighbor so there was really noreasonto have physical contact exactly, but when you introduced yourself to him, he didn't shake your hand. You seriously thought you messed up that first impression when he glanced at your outstretched hand and just nodded a hello. You obviously didn't because after months of friendly conversation, he eventually asked you on a date. A date on which he didn't touch you not once. Even when he was guiding you somewhere, his hand hovered at your back but never actually made contact. You thought maybe he was being overtly cautious to make sure he didn't cross any boundaries. Your second date was the same and while you tried not to think too much of it you'll admit it was a little awkward when you returned to your apartments and he rushed out a goodbye before disappearing into his place when you had stepped forward to tell him you had fun. Your third date went similarly, except you grabbed his hand while crossing a street without thinking and though he did let go after a few minutes you took it as a good thing that he didn't immediately snatch his hand back.

His lack of physicality didn't bother you really, especially because you'd met his closest friends and they don't seem to touch him either. When they visit he sits in the armchair while they're on the couch even though his couch does fit the three people. You know it does because when you hang out with all of them you usually take that third spot on the couch with your back against the armrest closest to Bucky. You know not everyone likes being touched so you allow Bucky to decide most of your physical contact. Aside from the rare occasions where you hold his arm for balance while walking in heels or grab his hand in busy places, which he tends to avoid, you let Bucky initiate things. He hardly does but your relationship is still new, a few months at this point, so you don't feel the need to rush him. You're perfectly comfortable with that choice until Sam pulls you aside one day when you're all at Bucky's apartment.

"I need to talk to you for a second y/n." Sam tells you, grabbing your arm before you can follow Steve out of the kitchen.

"What is it Sam?" You ask, tilting your head.

"What's up with you and your man?"

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Your brows knit together at his words.

"How do I put this? If I didn't know y'all were a couple I would assume you barely know each other. You don't hug, you don't kiss, you don't cuddle, you don't even sit together when we all hang. At first I thought you were just shy about affection around strangers but we're friends now I think and nothing has changed."

"I'm sorry do I need to reintroduce you to my boyfriend, one of the most physical touch adverse people I think I've ever met?"

"So it's not a you thing?" Sam asks.

"No! As far as I know Bucky pretty much hates being touched. I figured that out when I met him. I just don't push the issue." You shrug.

"I mean I know he doesn't like being touched but you're his girlfriend."

"Being his girlfriend doesn't give me permission to ignore his boundaries Sammy."

"I'm not saying ignore his boundaries, I'm saying his boundaries are probably different with you."

"Sam it took Bucky three dates to hold my hand and that was becauseIgrabbedhishand to drag him across the street. I really don't think I'm an exception."

"At this point I think you've made it seem so small that he assumes you don't like it either. If you showed him that you cared about all of that stuff I'm sure he'd show out." He says.

"Okay but Idon'tcare about all that stuff." You sigh, "I mean, I guess I do but not in the sense that I want to force him out of his comfort zone or anything like that- I'm fine Sam really."

"Are you guys coming because I will start this movie without you!" Steve shouts from the living room.

"We're coming!" You shout back. Sam grabs your arm before you leave the kitchen.

"Just give a little nudge." He says quickly. The two of you make it out to the living room and Sam nudges you as soon as you're by Bucky's seat. You trip just a little at the sudden shove and shoot a glare at him. He makes a not so subtle gesture at Bucky and you roll your eyes.

"Did you guys pick something?" You ask hesitantly placing a kiss on Bucky's cheek before taking your seat on the couch next to Sam who's in the middle. You don't notice the way Bucky touches his cheek or blushes at your sudden affection.

"Technically Sam picked this movie." Steve says.

"I did? Is itNow You See Me? Y/n you know they've never seen that?"

"I believe it." You nod.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve scoffs.

"You two are basically grandpas, now start the movie." You wave your hand at him, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Sam's lap. Sam laughs while Steve starts the movie. By the time you've finished both that and the sequel it's pretty late and everyone seems ready to wind down for the night. Steve and Sam say their goodbyes while you stick around to help Bucky clean up.

"I'll do the dishes tomorrow doll, just leave them in the sink, okay?" Bucky says when he sees you turning on the faucet.

"I don't mind doing them now-"

"It's late,andyou've already helped me straighten up. I'll take care of those." He pulls you away from the sink and turns it off. You put a hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his face for a moment.

"You're sure?" You ask quietly. Bucky's eyes have fallen closed at this point and he lets out a content sigh before he replies.

"I'm sure." He says eventually.

"Alright, then I'll see you soon." You say giving him a quick kiss before going back across to your own apartment. It shouldn't, but your fingers against his skin stir something inside Bucky he hasn't felt in a long time and it makes him ache in more ways than one. For the next few weeks you take Sam's advice and test the waters in small ways. You put your arm around his when you're out together, offer hugs and kisses whenever the opportunity presents itself, you've even been finding ways to touch him while you watch TV together as opposed to sitting on opposite ends of the couch. It's all little innocent changes that you implement over time gaging Bucky for negative reactions and adjusting accordingly. He's not noticeably averse to anything you do so while there's no acknowledgment of your increased affection, you presume he's indifferent to it. Oh, how wrong you are. With each soft touch or gentle kiss, Bucky is only wound tighter over time. It takes everything in him not to react when you press yourself against him while leaving the movie theater or when you shyly kiss him before rushing into your apartment after saying goodnight. The more you do it the more he realizes how desperate he is to feel you but he can't bring himself to do anything about it. He wills himself to relish in the touches you give and not crave more. To his credit, for a while, that works. He's content with your shy kisses and gentle caresses until tonight. You're even more affectionate than you've been as of late and while Bucky loves the feeling of your hands on him, it's making the blood rush south while you're watching TV.

"Bucky are you alright?" You hum looking up at him from where your head is resting against his shoulder.

"Hm? Yeah, why?" He asks.

"Well, you've been pretty tense since I got here. I didn't wanna say anything but- I can feel your heart racing." You say patting his chest for emphasis.

"Oh is it?" He asks with forced ease that makes you chuckle.

"Babe what's going on?" You sit up to look at him.

"Nothing. You don't need to worry doll." He says grabbing your hand that's resting on his chest and squeezing reassuringly.

"Bucky, you don't have to lie to me." You frown.

"I'm not- lying." Bucky says. You look at him for a long moment before you shrug and lay your head back against his shoulder, turning your attention to the TV again absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest with your finger. A few minutes pass before Bucky lets out a harsh breath and you sigh.

"What's going on with you? And don't say nothing this time. If you're bored or something you can just say so instead of acting all weird."

"I'm not bored, trust me."

"Then tell me what's up with your behavior."

"I'm just- on edge. I guess." He shrugs.

"Why? Did something happen today?" You ask, concern in your voice.

"No no, nothing happened. I'm sorry for being weird, I'm just- god you drive me crazy." Bucky sighs.

"What didI do?" 

"The way you touch me is maddening doll."

"Wait what? I haven't been doing-"

"I know. It's embarrassing how easily you manage to rile me up. All you've done is hug me and now I want to pin you against a wall." He grunts out. Your eyes widen at his confession.

"Pin me against a wall?" You gasp.

"I've been trying to control it so much I'm sorry I-"

"Bucky I'm not scandalized that you want to fuck me, I'm your girlfriend. I'm just- surprised because you hardly initiate contact and sometimes you shy away from it, I kind of just assumed you hated it."

"Well I, I'm not usually comfortable with it and with you, it, makes me dizzy. I can't think straight."

"So like this," you place your hand back on his chest, tracing gentle swirls against his thin t-shirt, "this makes you dizzy?" You ask curiously. Bucky's hand grabs your wrist in an attempt to keep you still.

"Yes it makes me dizzy. It's been making me dizzy for the last hour."

"I had no idea you'd be so easily excitable." You giggle.

"I'm not it's just you." Bucky says.

"If you want to pin me to a wall so bad I won't stop you."

"Y/n, don't tempt me."

"I mean you don't have to if you're not ready for that-"

"That is not the problem."

"Well what is?" You ask.

"Y/n," Bucky sighs and you shrug.

"Like I said, we don't have to. I know it's not you're thing, I'm only teasing." You tell him. Bucky lets out a grunt before pulling you into his lap so suddenly that you gasp.

"I don't think you understand how hard I'm trying to not fuck you silly doll."

"What if I want you to?" You ask and Bucky's hand tightens around your waist. He brings his other hand up to the back of your neck and sighs.

"You're going to be the death of me." He growls out before pulling you down to kiss him. The kiss is rough, Bucky's tongue claiming your mouth. When Bucky pulls away, you're panting harshly as he trails kisses down to your neck. He litters your throat with marks that have little whimpers falling from your lips. "God you sound so pretty." He mutters against your skin. Your hands slip under his shirt and you drag your nails across his abdomen, enjoying the way the muscles tense under your fingers. When you attempt to tug his shirt over his head he stops you.

"Is everything okay?" You ask breathlessly.

"Bedroom." He grunts.

"Does it matter?" You frown.

"To me yes. I'm not fucking you for the first time on my couch." He says. He tucks his hands under your thighs and stands from the couch with ease. You wrap yourself around him, leaving teasing kisses along his neck as he carries you down the hall.

"I'd let you fuck me in the back of an alley if you wanted Bucky." You tell him when he kicks the door of his room open.

"What're you trying to do doll? Gimme a heart attack?" He grumbles tossing you onto his bed.

"Never." You giggle tugging him towards you by his shirt. When Bucky's shins hit the edge of the bed he falls forward with his lips against yours, bracing himself against his hands on either side of your head.

"Hard to believe when you talk like that." He jokes as he sits back on his knees. He tugs his shirt quickly over his head and you let your eyes roam freely across his chest.

"God, you're hot." You sigh which makes him chuckle. He leans forward to kiss you and then pulls your shirt up and off of you, tossing it somewhere behind him. Bucky dips his head to your collarbone, scattering your skin with wet kisses as he tugs your bra below your breasts. With your boobs on display, Bucky is quick to take one into his mouth, his tongue and lips lavishing your nipple with attention while his fingers tug and tease the other. Your back arches against his ministrations, quiet mewls filling the space.

"I love your little noises baby." He mutters, swapping his attention.

"Your mouth feels so good." You whimper, threading your fingers gently through his hair.

"Wait til you feel it between your legs doll." He smiles, kissing down your abdomen. Bucky pulls your shorts and underwear off in one go as he shuffles down the bed. "Such a pretty pussy." Bucky mutters, his hands on your thighs hold your legs open as he stares at you.

"Bucky," you frown, squirming against his hold impatiently.

"I gotchu doll." He says licking slowly between your folds. You suck in a breath at the feeling of his tongue against you. Bucky lets out a groan at your taste before burying his face fully between your legs. He laps at your core like a man starved, his tongue sharp and unforgiving against your clit. He has you so worked up that you're writhing against him, making him wrap his arms around your thighs to keep you still enough for him. Bucky pulls an orgasm from you embarrassingly fast, that tightly wound ball of pleasure in your gut snapping so soon it even shocks you. You draw a shaky breath that turns into a shakier moan when your body registers Bucky's mouth still on you, even stronger now than before.

"B-Bucky wait." You stutter out as you twist in his hold unsure if you want more or less of him.

"Gimme another baby. Love seeing you lose control." He growls out, two metal fingers joining his mouth, gently working you open as your walls continue to spasm helplessly in the aftermath of your first orgasm.

"I- Bucky- wai- I nee- God! I can't think!" You pant out, your fingers in his hair tugging harshly.

"Good, don't. Just be good and cum for me doll." Bucky says and when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as his fingers curl just right against that spot inside you, you have no choice but to follow the directive, cumming with a loud whine as Bucky eagerly indulges in your juices. When your breathing starts to slow, Bucky lets up, adjusting enough to shove his pants off and line himself with your entrance. "How ya doin' sweetheart? Still with me?" He asks, softly caressing your cheek. You hum in response at first, giggling as you lean into his touch. "Need you to speak for me doll. Can't give you more til you use your words." He chuckles.

"It'll take more than that to take me out baby." You wink at him, taking his dick in your hand and stroking it slowly. He's hot and hard in your grasp and you smile when Bucky's head drops to your shoulder as he groans at your touch.

"You're killing me sweetheart." He laughs breathlessly. You let out a laugh of your own and turn your head enough that your lips kiss the shell of his ear.

"It's only fair." You whisper, scraping your teeth gently against his earlobe. You can't help but delight in the way he shivers. Bucky pulls your hand from his length, trapping it under his against the bed.

"Who said anything about fair?" He manages before you feel him thrust into you. Your head snaps back at the feeling of him stretching you as he slowly rocks into you inch by inch. His size is almost overwhelming but you can't help but moan when he's finally bottomed out. Bucky's groan is strained as he sets a measured pace, clearly trying to give you time to adjust. His unhurried movements only serve to rile you up more and you're squirming against him as your hands still trapped under his clenches around it.

"Fucking hell Bucky move, please!" You finally grind out when it becomes unbearable. When your walls clench around him, any plans of leisure Bucky had in mind are tossed out. He grabs your hips tight enough that you're sure there will be bruises come morning, but you have no time to dwell on it as measured movements become unrelenting, his hips snapping against yours so hard the bed moves with each thrust. Your back arches into him as he presses into you repeatedly.

"This what you wanted doll? 'Be split open on my dick huh?" He huffs out.

"Yes- fuck, ohGodyes!" You cry out, your body overwhelmed with the feeling of him.

"That's it baby, scream for me. Let everyone know who's got you like this." His commands are breathy and gruff when they reach your ears.

"Bucky! More please! Oh my God Bucky!" You whine.

"Fuck you look so good taking my dick baby. Nice and stretched out like you should be- damn I could get used to this." Bucky's words only pull more sounds from you as another orgasm builds inside you. His fingers reach between the two of you to toy with your clit, rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves and hurdling you faster towards that third release.

"F-fuck- fuck I'm close- god I'm gonna-" it's not a full sentence, your brain is too scrambled to string together the proper thought.

"You gonna cum for me baby? Gonna make a mess all over my dick?"

"Yes, shit- yes, god yes."

"Go ahead doll, cum. Wanna feel you squeezing me." Bucky huffs out and with a few circles against your clit, you're doing just that, your third orgasm making you shake so hard Bucky has to hold you to chase his own release. His thrusts are more frantic now focused on finding his own end.

"God you fuck me so well baby, you're gonna cum in me aren't you? Want your cum leaking out me Bucky. Please- please fill me up." You whine.

"Fucking hell- you want itinyou? Want it flooding that needy little pussy?"

"Yes! Please Bucky! Please cum in me. Want it so bad." You plead breathily. Moments later his hips stutter and you feel the heat of his release as it fills you. His harsh breathing is the only sound in the room for a few minutes as you feel your heartrate slowing.

"Yeah you really are going to be the death of me." He chuckles breathlessly as he attempts to recover from his high. You giggle and wrap your arms around him, pulling his full weight onto you.

"Wait a sec babe let me-"

"Whatever it is can wait, I just wanna lay like this for a while." You tell him. Your soft voice and gentle strokes of his hair are too soothing for him to even want to argue and so you lay like that for who knows how long. Bucky's head on your chest as you play with his hair, he doesn't even attempt to take his dick out of you, just wanting to prolong your closeness.

As it turns out your boyfriend does like physical contact, but only when it comes from you.

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[octoberclidan]

I Need You to be Okay

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Hey absolutely love your writing. Could you please do one about the reader getting hurt really badly on a hunt but totally hides it because she has a crush on Sam and he's like often a bit of a dick to her because he likes her too but is scared to say anything. Anyways she hides this injury and the next morning Sam can't wake her up and absolutely freaks out coz he's shaking her and slapping her face n stuff and she's just totally limp and he ends up finding the injury, stitching her up and she wakes up to him hugging her. It all ends sweet and fluff and they kinds get together. So sorry for that ramble love your writing. Thanks soo much if you do write it.

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Story:

"There isn't another hunter available Dean, we're the only ones who don't currently have a case, and it's only a day's drive from here". Sam said from his seat in the bunker's library. He'd found what looked like a werewolf case earlier that morning, and had informed Dean that he was going to take it. Dean was annoyed, because the last case hadn't gone particularly well. It had been a witch hunt, and it had left him with a broken leg and had left Cas drained, neither of them were up for another hunt yet. Cas was stuck in bed until his grace regenerated, and Dean couldn't go anywhere without crutches. Sam had escaped with only scratches, and [Y/N] hadn't gone on the case since she'd been out of town visiting a friend at the time.

"You're not doing a solo hunt, we can't come and rescue you if things go south". Dean said as he took a sip from his beer. Sam didn't think he'd seen him without some form of alcohol in his hand since the last hunt.

"These people are having their hearts ripped out, I can't just sit here and ignore it". Sam glared at his older brother, and they sat staring each other down for a few minutes.

"[Y/N] is due back this afternoon. You can go with her". Dean seemed happy with this compromise he proposed, but Sam didn't.

"I'm not going on a hunt with just [Y/N]". He was quick and firm in his statement, and Dean raised an eyebrow at him.

"She's been hunting with us for over a year now, you still haven't gotten past your feelings for her?"

"I don't have feelings for her, Dean. I don't like hunting with her, she's reckless. Even moreso than you and that's saying something. She's always throwing herself in front of whatever monster there is, she needs everyone to worry and fawn over her. It's dangerous, not just for her, it compromises all of us". Sam stated and Dean scoffed at him.

"You think she protects us because she wants attention? Nothing to do with the fact that maybe she cares about us?" Sam looked away from him and focused back on his laptop. "Wait, wouldn't you be happy to know she wants your attention anyway? Not like you can't take your eyes off her when you think no one's looking". Dean said, and Sam continued to ignore him, only shaking his head in response.

After sitting in silence while Sam dug more into the case on his laptop and Dean continued drinking for awhile longer, Sam eventually closed his laptop and stood up. "I'm taking the case, it's definitely a werewolf".

"Then [Y/N]'s going with you".

"Dean. I can handle it on my own, she's not gonna want to come with just me anyway". He tucked his laptop under his arm and was about to walk away before Dean could argue back, when he heard footsteps coming towards the library.

"Hey!" [Y/N] walked into the library, her bag from her trip on her shoulder. "How's your leg?" She asked Dean, looking past Sam.

"Fine. How was the trip?"

"It was good, it was nice to see some old friends. I'm glad to be back though". She looked up as Sam went to walk past her. "Where are you going?"

"To my room". He said. "What are you, my keeper?"

"He's got a hunt". Dean called from his chair. "Werewolf. You're good with those, right?" Dean smirked at Sam's annoyed face.

"I'd be up for a hunt, especially since I missed the last one". She smiled up at Sam, and ignored how he rolled his eyes and continued to glare at Dean. While [Y/N] and Dean got on really well, she found Sam difficult. He always found an excuse not to talk to her or be around her, and he'd always yell at her for everything she did on hunts. Every decision she made was wrong in Sam's eyes. At the beginning she thought he was just like that; Dean was the friendly and easygoing brother, Sam was closed off. However, Sam's closed off-ness turned into rudeness when he started to straight up just not listen to her or talk over her. Then his rudeness turned into hostility when he started to make snide comments and be overly sarcastic with her. She'd spoken to Dean about it, but he'd just said 'if he pulls your hair it means he likes you' and brushed it off. What really got to her was when she realised he was perfectly friendly towards other hunters and friends. She remembered the first time she met Donna, when Sam had no problem hugging her, asking her how she'd been, telling her they should try and meet up more. It was like she was witnessing a completely different person to the Sam she knew. What hurt even more was that she had a very big and at times difficult to hide crush on him. No one could deny how physically attractive Sam was, but it was how much he cared that drew her in. She often watched how he interacted with victims on cases, how kind and thoughtful he was towards them, how he always had everyone else's best interests in front of his own. Everyone except [Y/N]'s it seemed.

"I'm doing it alone". Sam said, looking to Dean over [Y/N]'s head.

"I'm down here Sam". She waved at him and he continued to glare at his brother. She sighed, looking to Dean for backup.

"Look what happened last time she didn't join us". Dean gestured down at his cast. "C'mon, you two could do with some quality time. I could do with some me time too". He took a final sip from his beer. Finally, Sam looked down at [Y/N] and pointed his finger at her.

"You follow me, okay? You take my lead. We're leaving at 5am, if you're not out by the car by then I'll leave without you". Before giving her a chance to respond, he was gone. She shared a look with Dean who just shrugged and asked her to get him another beer while she was up, fully milking his broken leg and trying to get as much as he could out of it. She dropped her bag off in her room before grabbing him and herself a beer, and spent the rest of the afternoon catching up with Dean before getting an early night.

***

The drive was silent. Sam hadn't said two words since they'd begun their journey, which was going to be 12 hours. When she'd asked him for information on the case, he just shoved a bunch of paper at her and grunted a 'read' to her while he focused on the road. She decided not to push it and just sit quietly and read as much as she could. About four hours in she was getting hungry. Looking up to Sam, she paused for a moment to take in how the morning sun was soaking into his skin, how it gave him a halo. Not allowing herself to be drawn in too much, she cleared her throat and brought it up. "Can we stop for food soon?"

"It's only 9am, it's too early for lunch".

"Yeah but we left four hours ago. I need the restroom too".

Sam sighed, glancing at his watch before looking back out at the road. "Look up somewhere to stop then".

***

Their stop at a diner wasn't very eventful. Sam had ordered a coffee, [Y/N] had ordered a breakfast, and they sat in silence. [Y/N] used the time to look up a bit more about the case on her phone, while Sam had brought his laptop in with him. They only made one other, very similar stop before arriving at the motel in the evening. [Y/N] had a quick shower to wake herself up before she got into her FBI gear; the plan was to head to the hospital and interview a potential witness. She stepped out of the motel's restroom and found Sam dressed in his suit, sitting on one of the beds with his laptop on his lap. He glanced up at her as she walked over to her bag on the second bed, and when she caught his gaze he looked away immediately. If the lighting wasn't so poor in the room she would have sworn his cheeks and ears turned pink as he looked away. She opened her bag and put the clothes she had been wearing earlier into it, and took out her fake badge and her gun, along with a silver knife.

She looked over at Sam, and once again she found herself pausing. He was facing away from her, and she let her eyes wander over the expanse of his back. She couldn't understand how someone could have such broad shoulders, how his hair looked so perfect no matter what situation they were in, how someone could be so strong. She imagined what it would be like to be allowed to touch those shoulders, or his hands, or his hair, or his lips... she shook her head to snap herself out of it. "Are you ready to go?" She asked and he closed his laptop.

"Yep". She figured the trip would consist of one word answers, which at least were better than insults. She decided not to push it.

***

"And it just ran off into the woods?" [Y/N] asked the witness, a teenager who'd broken his leg after running away from what he described as the monster. They were in a small hospital room, and had been interviewing the teen for thirty minutes, but it had been like drawing blood from a stone.

"Yeah". He shrugged.

"Is there anything else you remember other than it looking like a 'monster'? Fangs? Claws? Was it wearing clothes?" Sam asked. "Did it try to attack you or did you just run when you saw it?"

"Dunno". Sam let out a frustrated sigh at the teenager's response, but it satisfied [Y/N], Sam getting a taste of his own medicine. She looked over her notes, trying to tie together everything the boy had told them.

"So, you were out jogging alone at night time, on a school night, then you heard a noise, saw a monster, and ran? And now your friend is missing, is that all correct?"

"I guess".

"And you definitely weren't out there with your friend?" She watched as the boy's jaw clenched and he looked away from both of them. Sam cleared his throat and looked at the teen expectantly.

"He's not my friend, okay?" He snapped and crossed his arms.

"Was he out there with you? Whether or not he's your friend, we need to know. If he was out there then he could be in real danger". [Y/N] explained. The teenager swallowed and unfolded his arms.

"Well, he was my friend. He told me he wanted to show me something, something where adults couldn't see us. I thought he got his hands on some alcohol or something, okay?"

"Go on". Sam pressed, and the teen sighed, running his hand down his face.

"I snuck out, I met him in the forest, but he didn't have anything with him to show me. Then he just... changed".

"Changed how?" [Y/N] asked.

"He picked up this rock, like must have been ten times heavier than anything he'd ever lifted in the gym. I thought it was cool first, like he had powers? But then his eyes, they... glowed? And his teeth grew, and his nails, and he was... snarling? Growling? I dunno. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. I ran. I didn't look back until I fell over that stupid branch and broke my leg. I had to call my dad my dad to come get me".

"And your friend? Have you seen him since?"

"No, and I never want to see him again". He shuddered.

"If he contacts you, you call this number, alright?" Sam handed him a card and he took it, nodding. [Y/N] closed her notebook and put it into her bag. She was about to follow Sam, who had stepped out into the corridor, when he turned to her. "Stay in here, watch him". He ordered before closing the door behind him. Thinking this was unusually rude even by Sam's standards, she quickly walked over to the door and opened it, looking around for Sam. She quickly spotted him at the end of the corridor, pressing a shorter man against the wall. She quietly closed the door behind her and stepped out to walk towards them. After a few steps she could see that the person Sam had pinned against the wall was the missing teen, who looked terrified by Sam.

As much as [Y/N] and Sam clashed, watching him hold the teen to the wall made her appreciate the fact that she wasn't the one Sam was hunting. His grip on the teen's shirt was tight, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and he towered over him. Sam was powerful. The teen was rambling about something, but [Y/N] couldn't make out what he was saying. She quietly took her knife out of her bag, deciding to keep her distance for now and not interfere.

Whatever the teen was saying, she could tell that Sam wasn't believing it, his grip slowly tightening. Suddenly, a doctor walked around the corner, distracting Sam for just a moment, but it was long enough for the teen to push him. [Y/N] had already known from what the witness had described that his friend was the werewolf, but watching how easily he was able to push Sam was a definite confirmation. "Run!" She shouted at the doctor, who stood there frozen. "Now! GO!" The doctor snapped out of it and ran back the way he'd come, but her shouting had attracted the attention of the werewolf teen. Sam moved to stand up, but the teen kicked him, pushing him back against the wall before he sprinted down the corridor right towards [Y/N]. With her knife at the ready, she braced for impact, and it came, hard. The teen slammed straight into her, grabbing at her knife while tackling her to the ground.

"Let... go". He growled out, his eyes glowing at her. Although her strength was no match for his, he was clumsy and inexperienced. She managed to keep the knife just out of his reach, before he rammed his fist into her stomach. Winding her, she coughed and lost concentration, allowing the teen to grab her knife. He winced in pain as the silver burned his skin, and grabbed her hand instead, forcing it downwards and using it to stick the knife straight into her side. She screamed out in pain, desperately trying to grab her wound as he leaned back. He was about to punch her again when he paused, his eyes widening, he tried to inhale but was struggling, only gasping in small amounts of air and clutching his chest. Sam pulled him backwards off [Y/N], letting him fall back onto the floor, revealing his own knife covered in blood. She clutched her side as she moved over to the wall, trying to find some way to support herself as she watched the teen slowly stop moving, his eyes remaining open.

Sam checked for a pulse while [Y/N] bit her tongue, quickly pulling the knife out. It hadn't gone all the way in, but it was still very painful. She didn't need Sam to see it, he hadn't wanted her on the hunt in the first place, and she just knew he would start complaining about how she always got hurt on hunts. She just wanted to get back to the motel room, clean it, get some rest, and drive straight back to the bunker. She applied pressure to it with her hand, and Sam turned to her. "You hurt?" He asked.

"No, he just winded me". She gritted her teeth, the pain stabbing at her as she spoke. "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, we should get out of here".

"Do we need to hide the body?" [Y/N] asked, still from the floor. Sam looked down to the body and nodded.

"Yeah, but we'll have to be fast, that doctor probably called someone. Look for something we can put him in before we get him outside".

***

[Y/N] had managed to keep her discomfort from Sam hidden as they carried the body out from the hospital and into the Impala. She'd applied some gauze from the car's first aid kid while Sam had been putting the body into the trunk, and it was holding up so far. She was struggling by the time they got to a clearing in the local forest. The twisting and turning that they'd had to do while carrying the body through trees had caused her side to burn with every movement. She'd powered through it though, and Sam had insisted that it would be faster if he just dug a hole himself, refusing to let her help and telling her to stand guard instead. It was dark by the time they'd set the body on fire, watched it burn and thrown some dirt on top of it. She was tired, felt hot, and was also feeling dizzy. She walked in front of Sam back to the Impala, and halfway there she lost all sense of balance and fell forwards onto the ground. Sam was quick to grab her shoulders and pull her up, which she was grateful for since she didn't think she'd be able to get up herself, but he was also quick to tell her to watch where she was going.

She was exhausted by the time she slid into the Impala's passenger seat, and was momentarily thankful for Sam's lack of conversation as he drove them back to the motel in silence. [Y/N] sat down on her bed, waiting for Sam to go into the shower so she could have a proper look at her wound. She was surprised and confused when he grabbed a first aid kit out of his bag and pulled over a chair, sitting in front of her. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"You fell in the forest, show me your hands". He was taking out some antiseptic wipes, and looked at her, waiting. She rolled back her sleeves and held her hands out palms facing upwards to him. There were a few scratches on both of them, and one larger cut on her left hand. Sam took her left hand in his. His hand was rough, but warm and gentle. It was a lot larger than hers and she watched as he cleaned the cut and examined it before cleaning her right hand. "You don't need stitches". He said as he closed up the first aid kit. "Are you bruised from the punch?" He asked, looking down at her stomach. She was quick to pull her arm over her side, pulling her jacket closed to hide the blood under it and she shook her head.

"No, it's fine". She said and Sam gave her a short nod before getting up and putting the chair back. She watched him move around the room, grabbing stuff from his back before heading into the bathroom and locking the door. As soon as the door was locked, she took her jacket off and slowly lifted her shirt, checking on the gauze. It was a deep ache now, and it stung every time she inhaled. She gathered up some suturing supplies from her first aid kit and hid them within a clean set of clothes so that she could sneak them into the bathroom past Sam when he was finished. She felt her forehead, and she still felt warm, so she took out a bottle of antibiotics from her bag and quickly took a couple of pills.

When Sam came out of the bathroom, he had changed clothes and had gone straight to his phone. She watched as his wet hair hung down over his eyes and slowly dripped before he ran his hand through it, pushing it back. "I'm gonna get some food, I'll be back in a bit". He said, and she nodded, gathering up her clothes and supplies and walking into the bathroom. She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, drained, and she could see that she was shivering. She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off before starting to peel the gauze off. The wound was narrow, but it was still bleeding and she knew it needed stitches. Stitching herself up wasn't unfamiliar to her, she hunted solo long before she met the Winchesters. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt every time she had to do it though. She gritted her teeth as she cleaned the wound and began to sew it up, finishing off with covering it with a fresh clean bandage. Once she was finished washing up and getting changed, she made her way back to her bed. Feeling a little lightheaded, she lay down and closed her eyes for a few minutes to rest for a bit.

***

[Y/N] was asleep when Sam arrived back. He'd brought back some food for her too, but he didn't want to wake her. She'd fallen asleep on top of her bed, and he paused while he was setting his food down on the table. He never really saw her look so peaceful, she was always busy doing something, talking about something, he never really saw her take a break. He watched as her chest slowly rose and fell with her breathing, quiet little snores accompanying them. He smiled to himself, he never let himself look at her too long while she was awake, scared that she'd catch him and that he'd make things weird. He never quite knew how to act around her. He knew he had a crush on her, Dean knew he had a crush on her, but [Y/N] didn't know, and he wanted to keep it that way. Sam's girlfriends never lasted long. He didn't know if he was cursed or what, but he didn't want to risk putting [Y/N] in any more danger than she already was, being a hunter. He quietly ate his food before deciding to go to bed too. The sooner they could get back to the bunker and go their separate ways, the better. He walked around [Y/N]'s bed to his own, and stripped down into his underwear before climbing in under the covers. He lay there awake for ten minutes or so, staring up at the ceiling until he gave in. He couldn't help himself.

He got out of his bed and walked around to [Y/N], carefully pulling off her shoes and maneuvering her so he could pull the covers down and lay them back on top of her. Her hair fell over her face as he let go of the covers, and without thinking he brushed it back. His hand lingered on her cheek, and he felt a strong warmth in his chest as she snuggled into his hand. Standing there in shock for a moment, he then quickly pulled his hand back and stepped away from her bed.

***

It took Sam a long time to get to sleep that night, and he only finally fell asleep a couple of hours before his alarm went off the following morning. Lazily turning off the alarm, he checked the time before pushing his covers back and going in for a shower. He expected [Y/N] to be up waiting for him when he got out, but to his surprise, she was still asleep in her bed. "[Y/N]?" He called out. "You awake?" He began to pack everything away into his bag as he waited for a response, but she didn't stir. "Hey, it's time to go, come on". He said as he walked over to stand beside her. "[Y/N]". He said again and gently shook her shoulder, but she didn't respond. "[Y/N]?" He tried again, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. [Y/N] wasn't a heavy sleeper by any means, in fact she was usually the first to wake up after a hunt, so this was unusual. He grabbed both of her shoulders and shook her a bit harder, starting to panic slightly. "Hey, come on". He tapped her cheek, pulling back in confusion from the heat he felt.

He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "Shit". It was clear she had a high temperature. "Shit, shit shit". He began to turn her head side to side, looking for an injury, then feeling around her neck and shoulders. "[Y/N], you need to wake up, if you got hurt yesterday then I need to know where". He tried to remember what he saw happen, he knew the wolf had knocked her down, had she hit her head? He couldn't see any marks on her skin. He quickly pulled the covers off her and scanned her body, his eyes immediately being drawn to the bloodstain on the sheets, matching the blood on the side of her top. He pulled her top up to reveal a bloody bandage.

He felt a cold wave throughout his body as he pulled the bandage off. She had stitched it, but the stitches had come loose. Thoughts of the stitches ripping as he'd moved her last night raced through his mind, but he pushed them back as he examined it. It was hot and red, clearly she hadn't been able to clean it properly between it happening and getting back to the motel. He thought about bringing her to the hospital, but there was no way he could get her in there without both of them being arrested, he had no doubt that they'd been caught on camera carrying the body out, and the teen witness and the doctor they saw would be able to ID them no problem. The next nearest hospital was miles away; he had to fix it himself and get them back to the bunker, hopeful that enough of Cas' grace had regenerated to heal her.

He grabbed her bag and pulled out her first aid kit, quickly pulling her top all the way off to get better access to the wound. He cleaned it thoroughly and got to work stitching it up. Sam was best as stitching, he usually did that for both Dean and [Y/N] since they tended to rush it. Sam took his time, making sure it was neat and that would hold, before covering it with a bandage. He routed through her bag again and took out the bottle of pills, groaning when he looked at the expiry date. "This is exactly what I mean about you being reckless, I told you to replace these months ago. They may aswell be sugar pills". He tossed them away and grabbed his own supply, pushing a couple of pills into her mouth and forcing her to swallow. He took a deep, slightly trembling breath as he watched her sleep, waiting for some sort of sign that she was going to be okay. "Come on Sweetheart". He reached forwards and stroked her cheek, still hot under his touch. "I need you to wake up, I need you to be okay". He ignored the tear that drip down his own cheek as he stared at her eyes, waiting for them to open. "Please". He sniffed.

He had sat there and watched her for what felt like hours, but was really only several minutes, when he tried shaking her again. "[Y/N]". He tried again, waiting for a response. "Please". He grabbed her shoulders and shook harder, before wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her up into a sitting position and pressing her head to his chest. He wiped his tears away before leaning his cheek on the top of her head, and swaying both of them. "Please". He whispered.

"Sam?" A small voice sounded from under him and he immediately pulled himself away to look down at her. "What's going on?" She asked, looking up at him.

"You're okay". He grabbed her tight and pulled her back into him again. "Fuck, you're okay". He held her close for a moment before pushing her back to see her face. "What the fuck were you thinking?" He asked, and she gave him a look of confusion. "Why didn't you tell me you got stabbed? You nearly died [Y/N]! You wouldn't wake up this morning, and I found you in a puddle of blood, a knife wound in your side. Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? I cleaned your hands like a fucking idiot last night while you were literally bleeding out in front of me, why would you do that to me?"

She blinked at him, completely taken aback by what he'd just said. "I.. I thought you'd be mad". She said. "You're always mad when I get hurt on hunts, you tell me I'm reckless and stupid, I didn't want to hear that yesterday Sam, not from you".

"Jesus, [Y/N]". He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "If you get stabbed you need to tell someone, okay?" Guilt was flowing through him at this stage, knowing that his efforts to keep a distance between them had endangered her life. She was still staring back at him in a slight state of shock and he sighed. "Look, I know I've been a dick to you. I know you'll find it hard to believe, but I do care about you. I just... I like you, more than I should, and that's dangerous. I know you've heard about Jess, and Maddison, and Sarah, and I just... I can't watch you die, okay? You're too important". He was about to ramble on about how scared he was to lose her when he was stopped in his tracks by her lips against his. It took him a moment to register what was happening before he closed his eyes and kissed her back. His hands flew up to either side of her head and he kissed her hungrily, like he'd been waiting for this since the moment he met her. He licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him, letting their tongues collide. Her hands gripped his shoulders, finally able to feel them for herself instead of imagining what they felt like, and she moaned as his hands slipped into her hair.

He began to push her back onto the bed when she winced and breathed in sharply, snapping him out of it. "Sorry". She said as she grabbed the bandage.

"No, I'm sorry, I got carried away". He could feel his cheeks heating up a little. "I, uh, I didn't mean to do that". His hands were still in her hair as he stared down at her. "I'm sorry for everything".

"Does this mean you won't be a dick anymore?" She smiled up at him and pecked his lower lip, pulling a small chuckle from him.

"I guess it does. Come here". He tucked her head under his chin and breathed in deeply, savouring the moment. They had a long drive back to the bunker and a lot to talk about, but in that moment, everything felt right, to both of them.

The end

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

birth plan

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summary: you’re pregnant with castiel’s baby… or is it babies?

pairing: castiel x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.5k

warnings: pregnancy, language, medical inaccuracies i think (i’ve never been pregnant so i don’t think i describe the feeling well)

timeline: this is set in no particular season/episode but there are spoilers for the later seasons (certain characters).

author’s note: i’m basing this off a dream i had - before said dream i never even thought of cas this way at all (gotta love that subconscious, huh?) anyway, i couldn’t stop thinking of this dream so here’s a cas fic :)

when you found out you were pregnant with castiel’s baby you freaked out. not the expected ‘holy fuck there’s a living thing growing inside me’ but more like ‘holy fuck i’m gonna die in a few months cause there’s a tiny angel in my uterus’.

you cried while telling castiel, you were terrified. he assured you he wouldn’t let you die, he promised you would be okay and that the two of you could raise the baby together. if you did live, you had no clue how to raise a kid, or if you even wanted to. you had been raised a hunter and you hated it. when you were six your biggest fear was tornadoes but by the time you were seven your biggest fear was being torn apart by one of the monsters you had learned to fight.

castiel was so happy about the baby, so excited. he knew you would be a fantastic mother and he couldn’t wait to have a baby with you. he knew the baby would be loved unconditionally by so many people, too; you, him, dean, sam, jack, mary, and eileen - all of whom lived in the bunker.

as the months went by the pains grew almost unbearable. you took time away from hunting and had to stay in the bunker. castiel always made sure someone would be in the bunker with you (preferably not alone with jack, who tended to ask questions that scared you - “what if the baby is like me and you have to push a full sized person out” for example). most days cas would stay right next to you but on the rare occasion he needed to be on a hunt, you’d be alone with either eileen, mary, or one of the brothers (rowena visited a couple times, but that was more for trying to find some magical tylenol for the immense pain). you didn’t mind castiel going on hunts, in fact you wished he’d go on more so you wouldn’t feel like you were holding him back.

one morning you woke up and the pain was horrible - it felt like the baby was stabbing you from the inside. castiel tried healing you, but it was no use. the two of you decided an ultrasound was necessary.

“what?” you practically screamed, your eyes wide with fear.

“there must be some kind of mistake?” castiel knotted his brows and stared at the black and white screen in shock.

“no mistake, three heartbeats,” the doctor smiled slightly, wanting to make you feel better, but it obviously did nothing.

“cas i can’t push three kids out!” you whispered. he was holding your left hand in his and standing beside you, his right arm was draped over your shoulder. “cas- castiel i can’t! i- i’m not strong enough! i won’t!” tears were streaming down your face when you turned away from the screen and to the angel.

“could you give us a minute?” cas asked the doctor, she nodded and left. “honey it’s gonna be alright.”

“three baby angels, cas! three! how- how the fuck am i supposed to push three angels out of me, cas?” you were practically sobbing at this point. “i- i’m gonna die, aren’t i?”

“no! no you won’t! i promise you, i will not let you die,” he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back lovingly. “i know this must be scary, triplets is- it’s gonna be painful.” he kissed the crown of your head.

“but three babies! i mean if i do, by some miracle, manage to give birth and survive, how are we gonna raise three kids, cas?” you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him as close to you as you could.

“well, we do have four adults and a nephilim excited to help,” he answered, causing you to laugh lightly. it’s true, you had all the support you could need.

cas drove the two of you back to the bunker and you were met with said four adults and nephilim immediately asking where you had been. the five of them were on a hunt and got back while you and cas were at the ob/gyn. you hadn’t left the bunker in months so they had assumed the worst.

you told them the news and they all reacted differently than you and cas. they were so excited, it made you realized they really wanted to help raise the kids. (infact, they had all began thinking of names and had cleaned out the room next to your’s and cas’ for the babies.)

castiel knew that your pregnancy wouldn’t last as long as a normal pregnancy so he wanted to come up with a birth plan. dean purchased new burner phones for each person that were never to be silenced or turned off and the only people who had the numbers were the seven of you. the second you went into labor, someone near you (or you, if you could) would call castiel immediately. if possible they would also notify the others.

another couple months or so went by. you were due any day now - but you had been due any day for over two weeks. you had gotten somewhat used to the pain and rowena had come up with a simple spell with some herbs that you’d mix with your tea every couple hours to help with the pain. garth had moved into the bunker temporarily - he was a trained doula after having to deliver werewolf pups. rowena moved in temporarily too, but that was more for moral support and pain management.

“cas you haven’t left the bunker in over a month! go on this hunt,” you assured him. it was a hunt close by and he was going to take jack with him.

“promise you won’t go into labor til i get back?”

“i won’t let these kiddos leave,” you smile, patting your stomach playfully. he gave you a peck on the lips before leaving with jack.

a couple hours in, you began getting long, sharp pains every few minutes. rowena was the one who recognized the pains as contractions.

“you’re going into labor, we need to get you to the birth room.” she took your your hand gently but you whipped it away.

“no, no i promised cas i’d wait for him,” you shook your head. “the babies are just gonna have to stay put for a whi- ah!” you scrunched your face in pain, holding your stomach.

“okay, we’ll get cas on the phone, we can pray for jack - they’ll be here before you know it,” she tried to reason with you and motioned you to follow her. you shook your head vigorously and didn’t move your feet, absolutely terrified of what was about to happen.

“holy shit,” your eyes widened, cloudy with tears. “my water- i think my water just broke!” you both looked down. “that’s- that’s broken water!”

“exactly hun, you’re going into labor you need to let me help you to the birth room, okay?”

“oh- okay,” you nodded and she helped you to the room. she called out that you were going into labor as she walked you over.

about a month ago the brothers and jack came home to the bunker with a hospital bed from the maternity ward. you didn’t ask how they got it, but you were grateful they did. everyone helped set up the room; towels, blankets, a mini freezer for ice chips, and just about anything you might need while in labor and giving birth.

sam and dean carefully helped you onto the bed. mary called cas and within seconds he and jack were in the room.

“cas!” you smiled, relieved to see him.

“hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked, rushing to your side and tightly holding your hand.

“i’m in pain, cas, i’m about to push three celestial beings out my vagina!” you said dryly.

“right, right, okay it’ll be okay, though,” he kissed your forehead. “you’re gonna be okay. jack’s here and he will keep you alive and well.”

“okay,” you whispered.

“time to start pushing, y/n,” garth announced.

within the hour you had pushed all three babies out. three identical baby boys; with cas’ piercing blue eyes and your winning smile. you were absolutely exhausted, but you were alive. you were holding one baby, cas was holding another, and garth was holding the third.

“so, what’re we naming the little guys?” cas asked, a huge smile on his face and his eyes not moving away from his new baby boy.

“this one’s sam,” you smiled down at the tiny being in your arms. “he’s the biggest.”

“then that makes this little guy dean, he’s a smallest,” cas laughed a little in response. dean would’ve been annoyed at the height joke but he was so honored you were naming a kid after him.

“what about this little guy?” garth asked.

“bobby,” you smiled.

no one went on any hunts for almost two weeks. they all stayed and helped with the babies. baby dean would be named dean jack y/l/n, baby sam would be named samuel charles y/l/n, and baby bobby would be named robert garth y/l/n.

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #rowena macleod #garth fitzgerald iv #mary winchester #spn #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel x reader #castiel comfort #castiel x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #by ​mind empty just fictional people #by jean

[winterspiderpurrs]

Bucky was sipping on a beer as he looked around the crowded room.

" So what? You went through Steve's phone and just called up and texted everyone in there? "

Sam laughed and nodded " Sure did. He had a lot of people in there and they know a lot of the same people. Peggy rented out this big venue for a wedding party since they are doing a small wedding and no reception. That way everyone can celebrate now and not get pissed about not being invited."

Bucky nodd, makes sense in the long run. Peggy and Steve were up front opening some of the presents. There was a huge pile of them. They looked so happy. A tall shadow falls next to Bucky at the bar.

" oooh! Open Bar! Peteypie! We will have a Sex on the beach and for my twink friend here he will have a Tequila Sunrise!"

" No wade! Sorry about that ma'am I'll just have a gingerale"

Turning to look at the two next to him, Bucky raises his eyebrow briefly. The tall man was heavily scarred, the younger man next to him was younger, seemed a little nervous to be here.

Bucky glances at Sam who shrugs before Bucky nods at the man next to him.

" So do you know Steve or Peggy?"

" neither!"

The man gives a wide smile.

" I'm here cause Petey Pie was invited. And I wanna get a look at who he used to fuck. For moral support reasons"

" Oh my god wade! You cannot just say that! And out people like that!"

The young man turned bright red, " Just ignore him."

He holds his hand out to shake. " I'm Peter. I'm a friend of Steve's. But I have met Peggy. Uh, after that is. When she visits the tower for her military contracts"

Bucky could hear Sam's whispered 'wow' and Bucky offers his hand to shake Peter's.

" Name is Bucky, this is Sam. " he eyes Peter. Bucky knew that several years ago, he suspected Steve was cheating on Peggy, even if it was briefly. Just wasn't expecting someone like Peter.

" I knew he was seeing a science person before. Just didn't know it was .... you" peter cleared his throat and nodded.

" It's... fine. We parted on mutual terms. We wanted different things."

The fact Steve was with someone else and that Steve hasn't told them he even was interested in guys was left out.

They sat together for a little bit, talking about how Steve met Bucky and Sam. Peter asking tons of things about Bucky's metal arm. Wade had already wondered off somewhere. Bucky could see why Steve would have been drawn to Peter.

" Oh, Steve! Have you met Peter? He works in a lab with Tony here. How Sam got your number. I'll never know! It's good to see you. It's been a while, yes?"

Bucky, Sam, and Peter turn to face Steve and Peggy and Tony Stark. Steve has a look of surprise on his face, Peggy was smiling, but even Tony looked confused.

"Wow.. Peter, it's been a while. I've met Peter before... briefly at the gym in the tower. Since you have a membership through work." Said Steve, but Steve reaches out and shakes Peter hand.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at Steve. Seriously? Steve met Peter while visiting Peggy at work. And from what it sounded like, Peter didn't know about Peggy til later. Man, Steve really took the stupid with him, didn't he.

" Pete, I thought you were going to that... event tonight, the one we talked about" said Tony.

Peter blushes, sipping his drink. " I did.. I am." Peter glances over at Steve then back to Tony, with a look that of 'please don't say anything'.

Tony tilted his head, slight frown before his eyes widen and he look at Steve, then Peggy then back at Peter.

" Wow okay. That. Something." Tony takes a sip of his drink before he walks over to Peter and wraps his arm around his waist.

" This is the Peter, I was telling you about. I'm sure you have heard all about in the papers" Steve frowns a little, eyeing the arm at Peter's waist.

" What is in the papers? " says Steve.

Peggy laughs, and lightly slaps Steve's arm.

" He never pays attention to the news. I didn't know your Peter was the same one I had met before! Congratulations! Steve, Peter and Tony got engaged a month ago"

Steve's eyes widen before they narrow, and then give Tony a once over. " Congrats"

Tony smirks up at Steve, before he turns to kiss Peter on the cheek. " We are very excited." Peter blushes.

" Round of shots for everyone!" Yelled a voice and there was loud cheering.

Breaking up the tension.

Tony gave Peter an exasperated look " You brought Wilson? Really?"

Peter laughs " He was curious! I figured it could be good entertainment plus he is good bodyguard."

Tony sighs and shakes his head as he smiles over at Peter.

Bucky and Sam look at each other. This was more entertaining then they thought this party would be.

#writing prompt #spidershield #shieldspider #peter parker x steve rogers #starker #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #starker prompt #winterspiderpurrs #i wanted drama

[taylortots-world]

On The Clock

Summary: Reader and Sam get a little sidetracked while working a case.

Warnings:‼️ NSFW‼️, smut, 18+ minors dni! , mentions of voyeurism, oral sex:(f receiving)

A/N: Enjoy! Feedback and re blogs are much appreciated.

Read part two here.

Sam, Dean and myself picked up a case in a rural area over in Ohio. A series of murders all strung throughout a specific town, the town being rather small. Nothing the three of us haven't seen before. Dean left Baby to Sam and I while he went and played bad cop with some of the potential suspects.

Sam and I were dressed in fed attire. I wore a knee length pencil skirt, paired with a white dress shirt and blazer. Sam wore a charcoal suit, paired with a white dress shirt and tie. He looked incredible. I'd occasionally glance over at him and take him in. The way he drove, one hand on the wheel. The occasion beard scratch. Fuck. Stay focused Y/N. When Sam started growing his beard out, it awoken something in me. I don't know how or why, but I have never wanted him more. Needed him- craved him.

Once we pulled into the parking lot of the local police station, Sam pocketed his keys and rolled his head to look at me. "You ready Y/N/N?" I gave him a small smile, nodding. "Ready as I'll ever be Smith." 'Smith' was the last name printed onto the ID Sam was currently using. Mine had 'Simmons' printed onto it. Courtesy of Dean of course. We made our way inside, Sam holding the station door open for me. I gave him a nod and brushed past him. I stepped up to the front counter. Sam and I flashed our IDs in unison. "Special Agent Simmons, this is my partner Special Agent Smith. We'd just like to ask the sheriff a few questions." I glanced up at the secretary as I tucked my ID into the inner pocket of my blazer. He was a younger gentleman with dirty blonde hair. "Of course, just a moment." He pressed his lips together giving us a small smile as he began to punch the sheriffs number into the phone.

***

After speaking briefly with a deputy, Sam and I were left waiting for the sheriff. We walked around the station in hopes of finding someone else to question, but we had no luck. Throughout our visit at the station, I couldn't stop staring at him. I'd sneak the occasional glance, trying to be as subtle as possible. We turned a corner, planning on heading back to the waiting area. Soon as I turned the corner in front of Sam, he yanked on my arm before pulling me into a dark room. He reached up and pulled the string, a single lightbulb illuminating the small room. I glanced around, taking in our surroundings. We were in a janitor's closet. It smelled of chemicals and artificial lemon. I gazed up at him, cocking a brow. "What are you doing? Why are we in here Sam?" I was genuinely confused why he'd yank me into a random room.

He exhaled with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are you mad at me or something?" He allowed his arms to fall to his side, palms facing upwards. I squinted my eyes at him, giving him a confused stare. "No? Why would I be mad at you?" His gaze softened. Sam was a pretty gentle and kind guy, until you gave him a reason not to be.

"I just, I don't know." He shrugged, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "You just what?" My brows remained lifted as I continued to stare up at him, waiting for him to respond. "I keep catching you staring at me and I can't tell if it's because you're mad or something else." My stomach slightly knotted. Shit. My "subtle glances' hadn't been as subtle as I was hoping for. I felt my face slightly heat as I averted my eyes to my feet. He took a small step forward, using his knuckle to tilt my chin upwards to meet his stare. "You know you can talk to me, right? Tell me anything." He spoke softly as he gazed down at me, his knuckle still resting on the underside of my chin.

This was it. This was my moment. No. No it wasn't. What are you thinking Y/N? You'll mess up everything. "Oh fuck it." I breathed out before smashing my lips against his. He was slightly shocked within the first second, but that did not stop him from kissing back. His hands found my hips as our mouths worked with each other. His tongue occasionally brushing against my bottom lip, sending chills down my spine. He must've noticed that I was standing on my tippy toes. His hands slid down my waist, over my ass and to the back of my thighs. "Jump." He mumbled into my mouth. I quickly jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he backed me into a wall. Without breaking the kiss, I quickly pawed and toyed with his tie. He gently took my hand, holding it away. "What's wrong?" I asked slightly worried as I tried to catch my breath. "This is about you." He whispered. I clung to him as he turned, setting me on top of a shipping crate. "What are you-" A smirk remained on my face as I watched him kneel before me. "Cases always leave me starving. So I'm spoiling my dinner and skipping straight to dessert." Every word he spoke went straight to my core. I could feel myself throbbing. "Sam- what if someone hears us? Or finds us?" He glanced up at me as he slid my shoes off. "Does it look like I give a fuck? Let them find us." He lowered his face to mine and whispered "Let them hear how good I make you feel." I playfully nipped at his ear before he returned his attention to my clothes. I lifted my ass and tugged my skirt up , scrunching it up around my waist. He hummed lowly as he examined my panties. They were a lace pair in dark blue. Not the sexiest pair I own but definitely not the worst either.

His large hands wrapped around the back of my legs, pulling them up to rest on either of his shoulders. I slightly arched my back as he ran his beard against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. "Sam- please.." I felt myself getting wetter by the second. "I'm gettin' to it baby. I like making you squirm." He let out a dry laugh before pulling my panties aside. My throbbing and sleek pussy now on display. "God, you're so beautiful.." He said in a whisper like tone as he lowered his head once more, placing gentle kisses to my inner thigh.

My hips slightly wiggled under his touch as he got closer to where I wanted him most. He flattened his tongue against my core, licking a stripe up to just below my clit. My breathing began to falter, soft moans and pants leaving my lips. He ran his hand up my torso, gently massaging and kneading my right tit. His lips wrapped around my clit, his tongue lightly flicking it. I could cry at this moment. It felt so good. He knew exactly where and how to touch me. "Fuck Sam-" I moaned out, planting a hand in his hair. "You taste amazing-" He mumbled , his words vibrating against my clit. I shut my eyes and threw my head back, enjoying the bliss of Sam Winchester. He carefully eased two fingers into me. His fingers worked in and out of me quite easily, considering I'm soaked. "Just like that-" I rasped out. I felt him smirk against my pussy. His tongue still flicking and sucking my clit as his fingers worked in and out of me. The room was full of our moans and the squelching of my wetness against his fingers. "Fuck I'm gonna come-" I rasped out, slightly tightening my grip on his hair. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me at the same pace. His tongue moved against my clit slightly faster, throwing me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me like an F5 tornado. My legs slightly shook as they clung to the sides of Sam's head. "Holy fuck." I said with a slight laugh afterwards. He stood up, wiping my slick off of his chin. "I want round two." He smiled at me as he held out my shoes for me. "Deal. Except next time, it's going to be all about you."

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[takenbypeter]

Anything For You Two

Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 775

Authors note: this is the last part to the slow burn coworkers to friends/lovers thing. it’s nothing special tho but I hope you all like it. Thank you for all the love I’ve received on these fics 💜💕💜💕

Anything To Make Him Smile - Anything To Make You Smile

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“I’ll be quick, just needa find my watch.”

“Okay, but why am I here though?” Bucky asked. It had been a few days since they last visited—days since Bucky left you the kitten picture, and now Sam had dragged him back to look for some watch his sister Sarah had gifted him a while back.

“Ever heard two heads are better than one? Look around,” Sam instructed. “I’ll head a floor up and check there.”

Sam didn’t leave him much option as he bolted before Bucky could argue. “Guess I’m looking for a watch,” he sighed, beginning to walk around absentmindedly.

He searched nonchalantly, eyes focused on the ground but not really looking when he heard your voice, “hey, what are you doing?” You asked, causing his head to lift.

He shrugged, head leaning to the side for a moment, “hey. Sam dragged me here to look for his watch. Apparently it holds sentimental value.”

“Oh well…can I help?”

Bucky would rather have you help than anybody else any day. Plus it could help ward off any who may want to small talk with him.

“Yeah. Just look around.”

“Wouldn’t it be in the lost and found?”

“We checked there, nothing.”

You let out a hmm, before joining him in the search. Together you walked side by side with your eyes mostly focused on the floor.

“Feeling better?” Bucky’s voice rang out as they walked down the hallway that seemed longer than usual.

“Oh yeah, for sure…still having nightmares?” You knew it was still a touchy subject but luckily he felt comfortable enough to talk with you about that whole situation.

Bucky let out a deep breath that he seems to always be carrying, “always.”

Another hmm left your throat. “So hey, I didn’t get to thank you…for that little kitten picture, it really made my day.”

Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your praise, “‘s nothing. I wasn’t sure if you were going to like it.”

“I loved it, I actually have it with me right now,” you said, patting your pocket, “sometimes I just look at it when I’m bored,” you explained although you truly didn’t need to, “I didn’t know you were the cat type.”

Bucky’s brows raised at that statement, “are you kidding? I love cats. I’ve always wanted one but I travel a lot so…”

“Maybe you can get one and share it with someone you trust, that way even when you’re gone the cat’ll be taken care of.”

“Maybe…” Bucky couldn’t really think of anyone. Everyone he knew was an agent or a hero and we’re always busy. But then he thought about you.

No, he couldn’t do that to you. “…maybe one day,” he muttered. Frankly the two of you still didn’t know a lot about each other but Bucky found himself wanting to spend some more time with you. He was building up the courage, trying to place how he was going to ask you without making anything weird.

“I know this is strange, but do you ever wanna grab a drink together?” You asked.

Bucky's mouth opened, slightly surprised that you beat him to it.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great! Um…you have a phone?”

“I have burners.”

“Here I’ll just give you my number then and you message me whenever.”

Finally making your ways to the end of the hall, you both stopped at one of the nearby rooms. You went inside finding a blank piece of paper while he stood outside the room. He watched while you wrote a series of numbers down before coming back out and held it out to him.

Once he took it that’s when Sam arrived. “Whew, you’re not going to believe this but after all that I realized my watch is back at my place.”

Sam was quick to notice you standing there, “hey,” he waved and you waved back. “Hey Sam, I was just heading that way,” you pointed down the hall, “good to see you though,” you said before waving at the two and walking away.

While you did so Sam’s eyes fell to the paper Bucky still had in his hands, “so I take it my plan worked huh?”

Bucky folded the sheet of paper, shoving it in his pocket. “Your plan? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about my plan to get you and Y/n together.”

“Okay, all you did was leave us alone, that’s not a plan,” Bucky argued as the two walked down the hallway to the exit.

“Oh that’s a plan alright.”

Bucky didn’t know it yet but he would definitely be thanking Sam for that, “plan” down the road.

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[l6ndrys]

Could you do a oneshot where reader is around 18-19 years old and they're ghostface and jill roberts younger adopted sibling, and they basically did it for revenge for what happened to Jill (and they wanna carry on her legacy by getting famous off this), and they plan on going after everyone sidney knows, which means they're after any survivor of ghostface. So basically instead of having a whole reveal and quinn and her dad being ghostfaces, it's just ethan and reader that are ghostfaces and they frame Quinn and Bailey but the core 4 and gkirby and gale don't know because they had arrived after ethan and reader were done setting up the "aftermath" of the reveal (yk like they injure themselves purposely, and make It look like quinn and Bailey did it). So flash forward a week or two ethan and reader gather the core 4, kirby, and gale at readers house or apartment, and ethan and reader reveal themselves as ghostface (you can decide whether they lose or not, also can reader and ethan be dating secretly but reader betrays him like Jill did Charlie)

a/n : thank you for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy :D

this fic contains : cursing, mentions of death, stabbing, g*ns, blood, murder, violence, etc!! pls stay safe <3

better than revenge

ethan landry x reader

you sat next to anika, eyes glued to the television screen. the news reporter talking about the film students who you just so happened to have a little, chat, with. you weren't really listening, only hearing a panicked sam telling tara to pack her things. a phone starts ringing, making everyone's heads turn toward the noise. it was quinn's.

"it's my dad" she says, picking up and leaving to go into her room. you looked over to ethan, who was already looking up at you. the plan was working. soon enough quinn was speed-walking around the room, grabbing her coat and keys. she pulls the phone away from her face, "hey i've gotta go down to the station, i'll be back in a bit"

before anyone could say anything, she slams the door shut, clearly in a hurry. soon enough, a photo of quinn's drivers license flashed up on the tv, covered in blood at the crime scene. voices started to murmur around the room, you took this as your sign to leave.

"hey, i'm probably gonna head back to my dorm. make sure my roommate's okay." you say, gathering your stuff. "woah wait, no you're not leaving. we need to stay together." mindy says, leaving anika's grasp by standing up. ethan stands up too, "i'll walk them there, plus we both have econ tomorrow. we can be each other's alibis."

mindy looks at us, suspiciously eyeing us down before sighing, "fine, but if you go missing any other time, i swear to god–" chad cuts her off with an 'okay calm down', turning to the both of you with an apologetic look on his face. you turn to leave, letting ethan grab his stuff, before opening the door and leaving the apartment.

you both walk down the dimly lit sidewalks towards campus, occasionally bumping shoulders. ethan clears his throat, which makes you turn to him, "so what's next?" it makes you wanna roll your eyes, but you turn to him, "next, we frame quinn and her dad. i thought we already went over this?" he just nods, turning back towards the sidewalk ahead of you.

he understood why you were doing this, all for your sister's legacy. but why did you need him? he didn't wanna think too much about it, he was just happy to help you get revenge.

--

tara had told you quinn was out hooking up with some guy downtown, you didn't really know. all you knew was she was out, and could only imagine her dad was trying to solve the case of the murders. you told—no—sent ethan to pay a visit to your friends. since they knew you and ethan were both at 'econ', they could only assume it none other than quinn.

you, on the other hand, were getting ready for your part of the plan in your dorm. you had followed your sister's steps with this one. you plunged the knife into your thigh, grimacing while you twisted it. you just hoped ethan would be on time before you actually died.

you hit your limbs into different types of furniture, making sure bruises would form, breaking anything you could to make it look like you were attacked. you added a slash or two on your stomach and arms, before stumbling to your kitchen. you placed the knife in the sink, making sure to wash your blood off of it before going to lay in your spot.

you honestly didn't even have to fake cry. with how much pain you were in, your tear ducts did the job for you. just then the door slams open, revealing ethan. he looks like he's worried, despite him knowing the plan before hand, as well as putting on the whole nerdy act. you could hear him on the phone, probably calling kirby or someone, saying that you were both being attacked. everything faded to black before you could say anything.

--

it had been a couple weeks since the "incident". with ethan planting all of the evidence pointing to quinn and her dad being the murderers, kirby and gale were having a little 'survivor get together' or so they called it. you offered to have it at your place, since it was already fixed and pretty spacious, considering your roommate moving out after you were attacked.

you were the recent talk of blackmore university, and you were loving it. jill was right, you didn't need friends. you needed followers. and you'd be damned if you gonna let it stop. you needed to be sure to keep her legacy alive, you just had to get rid of the other woodsboro massacre survivors. and your little boyfriend in the process.

which you didn't even know if you could call him that. sure, in another life, another timeline, he'd be your dream guy. but that was another life. not this one.

you held up your glass of what was not wine, but you toasted anyway, "to the survivors," you fake smiled, looking to ethan, who was at the back of the room. he had a look that only you'd seen, and to be completely honest, it was hot.

"though," this caught people's attention, "i don't know if i'd call you that after tonight." confused looks shot over everyone's faces, "what do you mean y/n?" tara asked.

"oh its simple, really. i was tasked with a dying wish. my sister, jill," a look that you couldn't decipher wiped over kirby's face, "was murdered. she wanted to be famous like our cousin sidney. she would've loved social media these days and how easy a sob story can make you famous. too bad she never got to see it."

"jill never had a sibling." kirby said, clearly mad she'd been tricked again. "oh but she did. i came around right before her death. i was adopted and she just so happened to leave behind notes upon notes about herself. a guide, if you will, to go by. don't you think it's time for a little revenge?" you say, looking toward ethan, nodding.

kirby reaches for her gun, realizing it wasn't there. you wave it around, acting like a little kid mocking the other kid after stealing their toy. ethan stabs her, multiple times, leaving her to fall on the ground. ethan knew you had to act like you both got attacked again, putting his arms in the air, letting you know he was ready.

"sorry but there can only be one sole survivor" you whispered in his ear, stabbing him in the chest. you were really following in your sister's footsteps. he looked defeated, having been betrayed but you didn't really care. you needed to find the rest of the fuckers that snuck away.

you dropped the gun for a second, pulling the knife out of his chest. you reach for the gun, realizing it's not there. you turn to see tara holding the gun, "say hi to your sister for me." she says, pulling the trigger, shooting you in the chest. at least you could say you fufilled your older sister's legacy.

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a/n : THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY IM NOT THE BEST AT WRITING ACTION LMAO ITS DEFINITELY SOMETHING I NEED TO WORK ON!! BUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

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[welldonebeca]

The Pack (I)

Summary: Sam and Jess decide to spend Spring Break with you and Dean and finally - after a good night together - join your pack. And you all mate. Of course. WC: 3.5k words Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Tension. Hurt/Comfort. Flirting. Lactation kink.

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“We decided on a neutral colour,” you told Jess as you showed her your nursery, which you had just finished painting a couple of days ago. “Because we can reuse it, you know? We plan on moving her to a bigger room by the time we have a second.”

Jess was Sam’s girlfriend, his Omega, and was just visiting along with him for spring break.

“So you know it’s a girl?” she asked.

You shook your head, caressing your belly and your barely-showing bump.

“No, the doctor said it’s still a month until we can see anything officially. Maybe even more. But I think she is a girl.”

You were her mama, and mamas never got it wrong.

“Aww, this is so exciting!” she exclaimed. “I can’t wait to be an aunt.”

She touched your belly happily, and you were happy that it was finally starting to show a little bit, though it was nothing near your tits. Now that you had started pumping, they had stopped growing so much, but they were still bigger than their past self.

“You know,” she looked at you. “Have you ever thought about having a mural? Something sweet, maybe behind the changing table?”

You nodded a little.

“Well, I thought about it. But we don’t know anyone who can paint like that,” you told her. “And it’s our baby. I don’t know if I’d let a stranger do something without any meaning on the wall, I want it to be something she looks at and I can say ‘daddy painted it for you’ or ‘mama painted it for you’, but neither of us is good with art.”

Jess pouted a little.

“Oh,” she nodded a bit. “Well…”

You finally realised what she was talking about.

“I do like the sound of your ‘auntie Jess painted it for you’,” you teased her.

Her eyes sparkled, and her lips curled in a big smile. Jess was so pretty!

“If it isn’t much to ask,” you told her. “Because you are a guest, I don’t want to make you work.”

She waved a dismissive hand.

“Oh, no, don’t worry!” she assured you. “I mean, we have all week!”

Such a short time…  you wished they could stay a little longer.

“And it’ll be my birthday present to you!” she affirmed, squeezing your hand.

Sam had bought you some gift cards as your birthday gift, which you didn’t mind.

But a mural… well, it would be very nice.

“I’ll see if I can ask Dean to take you to Home Depot for some paints later,” you offered, taking her hand as you both went outside to find your boys.

They were in the backyard… arguing?

“Dean, those are humans!” Sam stomped his foot. “They are treating those Omegas like livestock!

Oh… so they were talking about that.

“You know, for a guy who is all about researching, you’re really bad at looking into Shurley’s. All the omegas consent to it and they can quit anytime,” Dean reminded him.

“The only kind of omegas they would seek out would be the ones who are desperate, and you think they wouldn’t target that?” his brother insisted.

Ever since you two started donating milk, there had been a boom in the company’s popularity. You would like to think it was you, but you also knew they were expanding, and with that came fame.

They set up farms East, and now they had plans on going west, which Sam was not happy about.

“It’s predatory!”

“It’s a job!” Dean corrected him. “Like… like OnlyFans. And escorting. And something for the greater good, like sperm donation! They help people everywhere!”

Sam took a hand to his face, growling.

“I don’t even know why I’m talking to you about this, especially with how you treat-“

“Um? Sam?” Jess called out, stopping both men.

The way he treated… you.

Sam was very critical of your relationship with Dean. Well, he was critical of anything and everything Dean did.

It made you very sad because Dean loved him more than anything in this world.

… maybe not you. You didn’t like to ponder on that, because it wasn’t a competition.

But he adored Sam, and always made sure things were always perfect for him, so he could have everything he wanted.

Even with college, Dean wanted to pay for everything, so Sam would just study. His house, his car and tuition… but he didn’t let him do more than put his name on the lease. And since he had gone to college, he was distant from his brother.

This visit was new to him.

But he liked you, you knew that. Sam always said he wanted you to be safe and happy, but you felt like he didn’t listen to you. You had said to him a thousand times that this is the happiest you have ever been, but he still wouldn’t understand.

It was good that Omegas could do whatever they wanted, and have the lives they wanted, but you liked your life. You liked being a housewife and attached to Dean by the hip and having him take care of everything. It made you happy!

“Oh, hey, sweeties,” Dean flashed you two a smile. “Do you need anything?”

“Is everything alright?” Jess asked

“Oh, yes,” he assured you, but you knew he was lying. “Don’t worry, doll.”

Sam’s lips curled in a growl.

“Don’t call her that.”

But Jess smiled. She didn’t seem bothered at all.

“You know what?” Sam decided and walked to you two. “How about they contribute? They have a voice, you know?”

You frowned. What now?

Dean always asked your opinion on things.

“How do you feel about what Shurley is doing to Omegas?”

Jess sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, that… Sam…” she looked at him, clearly something they both knew about. “I mean, we don’t want them being abused under them, you know?”

“But they are nice,” you told her. “Their Omegas have a good contract, their needs are all met, and I looked into it and their health insurance is the best in the country. Dean is even getting me in it. The insurance company, I mean.”

Jess raised her eyebrows, surprised.

“Really?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “We’ve looked into the company. Well, I did more than Dean.”

You tried not to flush thinking of it. They didn’t need to know how you knew all of those things.

“They distribute breast milk even to smaller hospitals, and to families who don’t have ways to feed their pups,” you told her.

“Wait. Why are you looking into them?” Sam looked at you, curiosity getting the better of him. “Is Dean making you-“

You couldn’t take it.

“Can you be nice for once?”  you interrupted him. “Everything is ‘Dean’s doing this’, ‘Dean’s doing that!”

Your husband’s eyes widened, and you stomped, walked closer to his brother and raised your head to look at his face, now fully angry.

You were so tired of Sam accusing Dean all the time!

“The rain starts out of time, and it’s Dean’s fault. You can’t find a shoe, and it is Dean’s fault! If you disagree with something, Dean has to be wrong because you are never wrong!” you growled at him. “Dean doesn’t treat me right, Dean doesn’t know this, Dean’s help is useless… will you, please, stop?”

Someone put a hand on your back, very delicate, but you shrugged them off.

How dare he be so mean to your Alpha? Your husband was a very loving man, even if he wasn’t good with his words. He always compensated them with his actions.

“Dean redecorated the guest room just so that you two would be comfortable!” you told him. “He bought a new mattress, made sure we have your favourite foods, and has been spending the whole week trying to find a way to convince you into letting him get you some dental insurance because you are too stubborn to let you help him!”

Sam stared at you with wide eyes, shocked, and you stepped away from him, not wanting to get into a fight, but came back as soon as you realised you weren’t done.

“Your brother thinks the world of you! He tells the people all the time that his little brother is a smart lawyer and got into Stanford all on his own,” you continued. “He keeps pictures of when you were little all around because you don’t like to take pictures with him anymore, and always talks about gifting you and Jess a house in the town so that we could see one another more often without you being overwhelmed by his presence.”

“Baby,” Dean called you.

“So don’t come to me with that talk of Dean forcing me to do anything! Because I only cook when I want, I only clean when I want, and I am very spoiled every day because he is a very good Alpha, the same way that he is a very good brother! And I value that very much!” you finished. “And just because you think an Omega is only good when she is working, it doesn’t mean we can’t be happy staying home!”

Your eyes welled up, but you kept your stance, walking away from him in strong steps and stomping right back into your room.

After that massive rant, you curled up into your big pillow to scream, though you could still hear the three outside.

You had never, ever, been so upset with someone before, but he needed to hear that!

"I... I don't-" Sam tried to speak. "I mean..."

"Sam, you should talk to her," Jess interrupted him.

There was a moment of silence before she continued.

"Dean... I know this is strange, but she wanted to know if you could drive me for some paints. I'd love to do a mural for the baby."

"That would be very nice, Jessica," your husband agreed. "We can go now. And they should have a moment alone."

You looked up from your pillow, still hugging it.

"Come in," you mumbled.

He opened the door carefully.

"I added the colourful marshmallows you like," he tried to smile.

You glared at him, bitterly.

"Oh, how presumptuous of you," you grunted.

Still, you took the drink anyway.

You did love the colourful marshmallows.

He sighed, putting his own mug aside, and it looked way more boring than yours.

“Listen, I’m sorry," he apologised. "I shouldn’t have been so hard on Dean."

"You're right, you shouldn't," you confirmed.

He smiled the littlest bit.

"I just... I get so worried for you," he told you.

You lowered your mug, chewing one of the marshmallows.

“Why?” you finally asked him. “Sam, you’ve known me for years, why do you think I can’t take care of myself?”

Sam hesitated for a moment, and you continued to stare at him.

What, did he think you were dumb?

"You're an Omega," he said, at last. "And a woman. A very feminine woman. People sometimes take advantage of people like you."

You sighed. Of course you knew all of that. Your whole life, people looked at you different for being girly and wanting to settle down and just have a family. No fancy schools, just a house to command and babies to raise.

"I know, Sam," you touched his hand. His hand was so warm. "But I live like this because I chose this life for myself. I see how people treat me, and I’m very aware of it. The last thing I want is someone thinking they know what’s best for me.”

He nodded with you.

"You're a very nice girl," he told you. "Dean is... very lucky. To have you."

You tilted your head.

Oh, you knew those eyes.

Sure, you weren't school sharp, but you could read people like paper.

"Do you remember..." you spoke slowly, starting to reminisce. "When Dean asked me to Prom, and he had you helping?"

Dean always wanted to share everything with his brother.

Everything.

You giggled.

Dean didn't want a prom date, he wanted an easy lay.

And you weren't an easy lay.

"So he did it again," you reminded him. "And a third time."

"And then you accepted," Sam pointed out.

You chuckled.

"I remember how jealous you looked when I did," you teased him.

Sam stopped, frozen and flushing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried to deny it.

You laughed.

"I always knew you had a little crush on me, Sammy," you told him. "I just didn't know it had never gone away,"

Sam was blushing so much. It was adorable.

"Y/n," he stuttered. "I... Dean... Jess..."

"Families are packs, Sam," you reminded him. "It's very normal for a pack to be big."

Still, he pulled away from you.

"Listen... I do love you," he affirmed, your heart soar and your chest ache. "But I won't do that to Jess. Packs are too traditional, and we don’t want that."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Does she?" you asked him. "Are you sure?"

You had seen the way Jess looked at your belly, and how she was fascinated with the ins and out of your life as you told it to her.

“It’s not wrong to want it,” you whispered to him.

Sam nearly growled.

"Not wrong?" he asked. "To want to own my omega or take control like some knot head?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Exactly. To care for her and spoil her."

He didn't look at you, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You know, Dean treats me very well," you told him. "He is so sweet, Sam. Always giving me little gifts, always making my life comfortable... I barely lift a finger around here."

His skin was so warm against yours. Still, Sam kept drinking his mug, and you just then realised what he was drinking.

You didn't have milk at home.

Not conventional milk, at least. Just yours...

You were producing so much, you kept a bit of yours to yourselves.

And Sam seemed to be enjoying it very much.

"I used the milk in the half-empty bottle," he told you. "I hope that's alright? I wasn't sure if it was something you were saving it for some recipe."

You shook your head.

"No, it's just milk," you assured him. "It's just not pasteurised. We got it fresh today."

“I mean, yeah, it’s really good," he nodded again, emphatic. "You guys don’t even have cows anymore, where do you get it?”

You smiled smuggle,

“Oh, just some other farmers were kind enough to give some of theirs…. Deans been experimenting with it...”

Your husband had been very curious with what your milk could bring before a baby.

“He's actually made some fresh ice cream with it," he told you. "You wanna try it?"

You raised your head from his shoulder and Sam relaxed completely now.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Of course."

You really shouldn’t get turned on by this.

You were tricking your brother in law... but you knew if Sam knew he would start worrying, and you just wanted this week to be perfect!

"I'll serve you," you hopped off your bed. "Come on."

Sam didn't say anything as you guided him downstairs and waited as you served him a big ball of sweet vanilla ice cream, and Sam almost immediately dug in.

"Oh, God," he huffed. "This is really good. It's so sweet!"

Sam licked the spoon with his skilled tongue, and you squirmed, feeling yourself getting wet, and your chest felt a little tight and-

"Oh," you gasped, feeling your clothes wet.

You were leaking again!

"I'm sorry," you covered your chest. "I need to go clean up."

You rushed out of the kitchen before he could say anything, looking for your pump.

Where had Dean put it?!

Finally, you managed to find it and hid in your work room before setting it up.

What would Sam and Jess think if they saw you like this?

Before you could overthink, your door opened, and Dean walked inside.

"There you are!" your husband smiled. "Baby! Jess is so perfect! I didn't know how perfect she would be, she is all sweet."

You raised your eyes to him quickly.

"Oh, you think so too?" you asked him. "I was thinking... oh, Dean, we really could have a pack, couldn't we?"

You two had talked a bit about it - before and after getting married.

But you never found someone who would be a good fit.

Until today, that was.

"Now you’re reading my mind,” Dean smirked, taking a seat beside you. "You, me, Sammy and Jess... I don't even know how Sam has bred her up already. They’ve been dating for four years!"

You shook your head. That was way too long of a time.

But they were at least mated.

"Of course you're thinking of breeding," you giggled. "Another cow for the family business."

He chuckled, touching your leg and caressing your thigh slowly.

"She has so much untapped potential, baby," he hummed. "Beautiful tits, long legs... oh, I imagine she can bounce pretty well on cock, uh?"

You squirmed, warmed by his words and the pump.

But Dean pulled away from you and rested on the chair slowly, just smirking a little.

Suddenly, Jessica walked into the room.

"Dean?" she called.

She gasped, though, when she looked at you.

"Oh!" she covered her eyes. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright," you assured her. "Just... Omega business."

She flushed and Dean looked back at her.

"Yes, doll?" he asked.

Her cheeks were flushed, and Jess couldn't look up.

"Sam wants to talk to you," he told you. "In the kitchen."

Dean nodded.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I'll go talk to him."

He left and Jess hesitated, about to do the same, but you stopped her.

"Hey," you called her. "Sit down, it's alright. Nothing you haven't seen before."

If she was going to be part of your pack, then she had to get used to this, right?

She sat down, but still didn't look at you.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I just... always thought this was private. My mum always says people should cover-up when breastfeeding."

You scoffed.

"Oh, come on," you shook your head. "Boobs are made for babies. Anything else is an extra."

Jessica giggled.

“I guess that’s true,” she finally looked at you, and then frowned, pointing to your chest. "Uh... is that from Shurley’s? Is that why you were so defensive before?”

You hesitated a bit.

Oh, well.

"It is," you agreed. "I have a... special situation. Condition. Something like that, I can say."

Jessica frowned, worried.

"It's alright," you assured her. "I just have milk. Lots of it. So I needed a special pump and only they have it. It's been helping me a lot in the last month."

She nodded along.

"I guess that's good," she pointed out. "You wouldn't want a mess everywhere."

Oh, if a mess was everything you were worried about.

"And it hurt so much," you told her. "My body ached to feed my baby when she isn't even out yet. I was so desperate I thought about just offering to feed newborns at the hospital."

You both laughed at the joke.

"I donate my milk," you told her. "So I guess I do feed hospital babies. Just not directly."

She beamed.

“That’s amazing!” Jess exclaimed, awed. “I wish I could do that… sometimes I volunteer, but to make a difference like that..”

“And your body loves it too!” you praised it. “It can be messy, but it’s all for the babies and that’s all I care about.”

She watched you, impressed.

"That sounds dreamy," she told you. "Your life is just wonderful. I wish I could just...  you know."

She lowered her eyes, unsure, not wanting to finish it.

You looked into her eyes.

"Wish you could, what?"

She hesitated, sighing and looking at the door.

"I mean... you guys are so lucky," she explained. "Sam and I... I don't want it to come out wrong, but we are struggling a bit. With our loans, you know?"

You nodded a bit. School loans were very expensive, especially for schools so big, such as Stanford.

"It's not a crippling debt, but it will be a while before we feel ready to have a baby, and you are ready to have another as soon as this one comes out!" she pointed at you. "It's such a good place and it... it makes me a little jealous."

"Well, what if we could help?" you suggested vaguely.

Her eyes shone at the idea, but she quickly looked away.

"Sam wants to do it on his own," she shook her head. "I have to support him."

"You are such a good Onega," you praised her, and Jess flushed. "But you know... if we all work on convincing him, he can't say no. Especially if he hears how much you want a baby."

Jess blushed even more.

"You'll be such a good mama," you told her, teasing her now. "You're so sweet and caring, and with Sam, you'd have a big belly, you know? Maybe even twins."

The machine stopped, and she looked right at your tits before you moved to remove the suction, bottles now full.

"I should put these away," you sighed, sweetly. "Talk to Sam, Jess. He will appreciate it."

You leaned by her side and placed a little kiss on her cheek, tits barely in your bra, and adjusted yourself before actually dressing up fully.

. . .

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Love to Keep Me Warm

Josh X Danny X Reader

This is a direct continuation of Giving & Receiving, please read that first! All fics can be found on my pinned post.

This is my first fluff only fic! I love my little throuple, so here's a Christmas edition ❤️🎄❤️

Word Count: 2k+

A huge shout out to @lipstickitty for helping me with all my little ramblings and ideas for them🫶

Danny's hand was resting on your thigh as he navigated your family through the streets of Frankenmuth, on the way back to the Kiszka household for the second time this holiday season. Josh poked his head through the seats as he sat in the back,” You sure you're okay baby? You feel okay?”

You reached your hand to cup his face and your thumb stroked his cheek softly as he nuzzled into your touch.

“I'm fine Josh, a little tired from traveling, but we're okay.”

Your manicured fingers settled on your stomach cradling the tiny pea sized baby inside of you.

Danny's fingers tightened on your thigh,” Promise you'll tell us if you're not okay. We're here for you baby. We're telling our families tonight when they're all together and I know they'd do anything for you.”

“You guys are fretting for nothing. But I promise. I'm excited to tell everyone,” a laugh escaped your lips,” Jake has been texting me for days that ‘we need to tell them soon because I can't keep it a secret much longer ‘“

Danny pulled the rental truck, similar to the one you rented last time, into the driveway. Their home looked the same except for a few extra Christmas decorations on the porch. Numerous other vehicles were parked in the driveway.

Danny shifted the vehicle in park,” My parents are already here.”

You all exited the truck and started to pull your luggage out. A black BMW pulled into the driveway behind them and Jake hopped out of the driver's seat. He popped the trunk and grabbed a few bags of groceries. He quickly joined your group and sat the bags down at his feet, his arms wrapping you up in a hug,” I don't care what you say, you're not allowed to carry anything.”

“But the doctor-”

“I don't care who said it's okay, Uncle Jake says you can't.”

He releases you from his hold and greets his brother and Danny with a hug.

“Merry Christmas boys, are you excited? I'm so excited.”

Josh beams and starts loading your bags onto his shoulder,” I think our parents are going to flip. First grandbaby? That we know of at least, Sam's a little loosey goosey.”

Danny snorts and starts walking up the snow cleared pathway. The three of you follow him up the wooden stairs, ice melt crackling underneath your feet. You take one more deep breath before entering the warm household, one that you're sure you'll visit for the rest of time.

“Mom, I'm back, and I found Y/N and some knuckleheads!” Jake called out into the foyer.

“Jake what the fuck?!” Josh jested.

Jake keeps walking into the house, forgoing taking his boots off, to his mother's dismay.

The three of you unzip your winter boots and leave them at the door. Danny leans down and kisses Josh's hair,” Come on knucklehead, let's go say hi.”

Josh quickly turns around to face Danny, scoffing.

You lead your boys into the house, following the voices of Danny and Josh's moms.

“Y/N! Honey, how do you look more beautiful this visit than the last? We missed you sweetie.” Karen stands from the table and envelopes you in a hug.

“Our boys have been treating you well, correct?” Lori inquires, taking you into her grasp and giving you an equally tight hug.

Muffled into her shoulder you respond,” They've been treating me very well, don't worry.”

Karen went to the threshold of the living and scolded her husband and Danny's father for not immediately getting up and greeting your group's arrival. Moments later the men arrived in the kitchen, first hugging you and then their sons.

After pleasantries were exchanged with parents and siblings Danny, Josh and Jake took your luggage down to the basement, back to where you slept before on the pull out couch.

The boys were setting up the bedding when you overheard Danny muttering about needing more pillows for you.

“We can grab the extras off of my old bed,” Josh said, spreading out the comforter flat.

“Let me go get them.” Jake stated, turning on his heel about to retrieve the extra pillows.

You held your hand out to stop him,” Hold up guys. I know this is coming from a place of love , but you can't be treating me like fine China! I'm pregnant, I'm not broken! Please.. just please take a chill pill.”

Jake takes his palm and rubs the back of his neck,” I'm sorry Y/N, I did come on kinda strong.”

“It's alright. I just need you all to understand that I can do things for myself. At least right now, maybe when it's like I have a watermelon strapped to my body I'll want to be doted on.”

A small chuckle leaves your lips,” But for the record, I would very much enjoy extra pillows, my back felt like shit sleeping on that mattress last time.”

A smile lit up on Jake's face as he gave you a silly military salute, before heading up the staircase,” On it, boss!”

A few minutes later Jake comes back with a stack of pillows, he hands them to Josh and Danny so they can put them on the bed.

“Jake… I feel like that's more than what was just on Josh's bed.” You pointed out with a smile.

He shot you a wink before heading back up the stairs, calling out, ”Just a few!”

Turning your attention back to your loves you ask,” Who do you think is going to cry when we tell them?”

Danny points a finger at Josh,” Your mom, one hundred percent, she cries at everything. His highschool musical performances, she cried. Our first arena show, she cried.”

Josh holds his hands up in surrender, “You're right! She did cry, at every one.” He looks at you, “ I kind of want to tell them now. I'm so excited and jittery, I think it would be good to tell them sooner than later.”

You mulled it over in your head, what was the harm in telling them before dinner versus after like you planned. You looked at your beautiful partners with beaming smiles on their faces, anxiously awaiting your answer.

“Yeah… let's do it. You guys can't keep a secret anyway!”

You stand up and head towards the landing of the stairs, Josh following behind you.

“Hey, come here for a second.” Danny calls the both of you back over to him.

He pulls you and Josh into his chest into a tight embrace and presses his lips to each of yours, “ I love you. I love our family. I'm so ecstatic to go on this journey of life with the both of you, I've found my home. I can't wait to watch you be a mom, and I can't wait to watch you be a dad alongside me. We have so much love surrounding us.”

You press your body into his, resting your head on his taut chest, “I love you Danny.”

Josh breaks the embrace, wiping his eyes with the heels of his palms, “Fuck! Yeah, let's go do this.”

The three of you worked your way into the living room where everyone was gathered. The Christmas tree was in the corner, tucked under the stairs. White lights glowing, ornaments from years gone by hung on each branch. Some beautiful and antique, some made by children's hands. Presents were neatly tucked underneath, glimmering in red and gold wrapping paper. There was a soft lit pine garland strung on the tv stand, and vintage lit ceramic Christmas trees on the end tables. The room was warm and comforting, mirroring the family's auras.

You sat yourself down on the couch in between Sam and Jake as Josh and Danny caught up and made small talk with everyone else.

Josh grabbed everyone's attention, waving his hands around,”Okay! Okay! I want to say that I love you all dearly. We love you all dearly. And I know that it's early, but you all know I can't keep my mouth shut for shit. But, we wanted to announce to you all that our lovely Y/N is pregnant.”

He grabs your hands and hoists you off the couch, into his arms and places a fat kiss on your lips.

Karen grips Lori's hands in her own,” We're going to be grandmas? This is such a happy day!”

Excited chatter and congratulations are thrown across the room.

You look around the room, their mom's are excitedly planning the future, their dad clink their whiskey glasses and take a sip. Beaming smiles on their sisters faces, mirroring Jake's. Sam rushes off the couch and envelopes the three of you in his long arms. With tears streaming down his face he exclaims “ I'm gonna be Uncle Sam, I'm so happy for you! My favorite people! I love you all!”

Jake stands and joins your circle, giving each of you a hug, “Truly, I'm so excited for you.”

After a pause Sam speaks, waving his pointer finger between Josh and Danny, “ So, how do you know which one of you…. Ya know…”

Jake smacks the back of Sam's head, “ You don't fucker. I can't believe you asked them that.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose.

Sam pushes back, “ Well, we were all thinking it okay? Sheesh, sorry.”

Danny laughs awkwardly and goes to lead Sam away with a promise of cocktails.

Danny's mom comes over to you, gushing about how she could tell that you had a certain glow about you, “ How far along are you honey?”

“ Josh wasn't kidding about it being early, I had my first doctor's visit a few days ago and the doctor said I was looking about 8 weeks, give or take, but we'll know for sure once the baby gets a bit bigger.”

Her face softens immediately,” Awe! Still a teeny tiny thing!”

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

Dinner went by quickly, plenty of food, drinks and laughter shared. A few more questions were asked from the women who had been in your place before.

Josh's mom grabbed your hand and spoke lovingly,” I want you to know sweetie that you can ask us anything, day or night you can call us okay. It takes a village to raise a child.”

The night progressed and drinks were flowing, they had so much to celebrate. You were getting sleepy and wrapped yourself in the blankets on the loveseat when a drunken Sam and Jake bustled over to you.

Jake slid in next to you with his phone unlocked, waving it around, “ Hey hot stuff, look what we ordered on Amazon.” Sam leaned over the back of the couch overtop of you, grabbing Jake's phone from his hand to show you, “ Look at all the baby stuffs being sent to your house!”

Your eyes welled with tears of joy as you looked at the confirmation order, onesies, bottles, diapers, and stuffed animals all being sent to your house.

“ You guys! You're too sweet, you're going to be the best uncles. We're so lucky to be a part of your family.”

Josh sauntered up to your group,” Hey, you're crying?” He looked to his brothers,” What did you fuckers do to make her cry?!”

You placed your hand firmly on his stomach in front of you,” Joshy, they're happy tears I promise! They're being sweet, they ordered a bunch of baby things for us.”

You felt all the tension relax under your palm,” Oh. Shit, thank you.” He let out a boyish giggle.

They left you to relax on the couch and you started to reflect on the day. You were so thankful that everyone was so receptive to your relationship. They loved you and your partners unconditionally, they would love your baby just the same. You couldn't wait until next Christmas when your baby would be here basking in the love your family provided.

You saw a flash come from the corner of the room and saw Sam taking pictures on a Polaroid camera.

Sam waved you over, “ Y/N! Come here babe! I need a picture of you, Danny and Josh together in front of the Christmas tree!”

You stood in between your loves smiling at Sam's camera.

“ Okay one more!” Sam said, waving the fresh Polaroid around.

This time Danny dropped to one knee beside you and gently lifted up your sweater to expose your stomach. He pressed his lips to your warm skin on your tummy as Josh stood on your other side and pressed his lips to your cheek. You could help the giggle that bursted out of you as Sam snapped the picture.

“ That's the one! That one is going on everyone's fridge!”

Fin.

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[sensei-venus]

Asdfghjkl- imagine uni!reader does get knocked up by Daniel and the next time Sam comes to visit her friend from college, she sees she's starting to show a bit of a rounded belly and has to ask who the baby daddy is

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) (Might add more too this 👀) ( @gemini-sensei )

I could see Sam being a bit taken aback when she sees Reader for the first time in person since she left. Her and Reader texted and face timed a few times since the break.

But Reader said nothing about dating or even just having a fling with a guy recently.

So when she opens the door to the house and sees Reader standing there, her once soft roll belly now so ever so slightly round and fuller. She’s taken aback.

When they finally sit down after Sam puts her stuff away she starts asking questions. She bombards her a bit trying to get answers and details. She first, asks if it’s true, is she pregnant? That's confirmed by Reader who rubs at her belly a little and says yes. They ramble on together for a few hours. Sam wants to know why she didn't tell her, why no one told her.

Not even her parents or Anthony mentioned the fact she was pregnant, and they talked almost weekly. Reader said she just wanted to keep it under wraps until she knew it completely took, she was slightly scared to say anything during the early months of the pregnancy. Sam nodded with understanding on that part.

Then she started asking about who the father was. Because Reader said nothing turnabout anyone new in her life as of recently.

At that very moment is when the front door opened and Daniel along with Amanda walked in. They were home from the dealership early because of Sam’s expected visit.

Sam was in shock when she watches her mother throw off her heels at the door and rush over to them. She gave Sam a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to Reader on the couch. Reader’s face went hot as Amanda cuddled closer to her and put a hand on Reader's growing bump. Amanda couldn't help the smile she had on her lips when she looked down at the bump.

“How are you two doing today?” she says to Reader and her bump. Sam understands why her mother might ask, but she's questioning why her mom is so focused on Reader and the baby. She had just got home and Sam was there to visit her.

A moment later Daniel is coming over and sits next to Reader on the opposite side. He also puts a hand on Reader’s bump right next to Amanda’s hand.

“Do my parents know who's it is?” Sam cocks her head at the other girl.

“Well I mean- I would hope so....” the women's face is basically on fire.

Both of Sam’s parents look over at her, smiles stretched out on their faces. She takes a moment to look at her parents before looking back at the embarrassed woman. Her eyes widen as she takes in the whole picture laid out in front of her.

Her parents smiling so big and the way they stroke Reader’s belly and the way the woman just let them with no issue.

“Dad!? Don't tell me-”

“Yes”

“But Dad! You cheated on Mom, Mom you knew about this?!? How- why are you two still together???” Sam said as she tries to gather all of her thoughts.

“Samantha calm down, it wasn't your father's fault and he didn't cheat on me. I knew about it because...I have also been participating with them in bed. All three of us have been having sex for a while now.”

Sam’s face was red at this point.

“Your telling me you had a threesome with my friend?! Mom-“

“It’s more then just a threesome Sam, we are in a relationship together. And this-“ she points at Reader’s bump. “This was planned. We want Reader here with us permanently. We can’t marry her, but that’s still the kind of relationship we want with her.”

Sam rubbed at her face trying to take this all in.

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You slept with my sister! (Part 2 to movie night/Valentine’s day, Colby x y/n)

please read the first part of on my account. (FYI your sams sister)

CONTENTS: fluff, angst, a little suggestive

When I wake up I am very nervous. Me and Colby have been dating officially for 2 weeks in secret. I’ve never felt like this before I’m in love and I can tell. It’s not like the other boyfriends I’ve had in the past. He actually cares for me. But today is the day that we tell Sam. Telling my brother that I’m sleeping with his best friend could go over badly. But Sam was always a supportive brother. Only having a one year age gap between us made us practically best friends. But I’m still worried. We were going to the Cheesecake Factory for lunch at 1. So I mainly got ready while watching my favorite show. But the whole time I couldn’t stop worrying in the back of my mind.

(this is what you wear)

-at the restaurant-

When I go the restaurant I see Colby waiting for our table near the hostess. There is another bunch of people who are waiting.

”you look cute” he says smiling as I approach him. I am now standing next to him.

“thanks” i says slightly blushing. He quickly looks around to see if Sam is here. He them snakes his hand around my waist. His touch send shivers down my spine. But Sam walked in soon after Sam walked in so he took his hand off my waist. Shortly after Sam came in we were seated.

The waiter came by and we all ordered some water.

“Sam” Colby said holding my hand under the table “we have something to tell you”

“okay?” He answered perplexed

I take a deep breath “Colby and I are dating”

“what!” He says says angry

“We’re dating” Colby repeats squeezing my hand.

have-have you two slept together?! He asked in disbelief. I tried to answer him but I couldn’t even talk.

“yes” Colby answered for me

“Jesus Christ” he said putting his had on his forehead and sighing. “You slept with my sister! He whisper yelled so we wouldn’t cause a scene.

“I’m not sorry” i say even surprising myself “ I love him”

“it’s just a lot to take in” he sighs and then smiles “but, I accept you” we breath a sigh of relief. For the rest of the dinner we talk about possible haunted places we could visit and ate our dinner. After the dinner Sam went to bathroom. Colby started rubbing my thighs. His touch on me felt so good. “Easy there colbs we’re in public.”

“wanna sleep over at my house tonight?” He asked me. I bit my lip and blushed a little bit. He knew I loved coming over to his house. “I’d love to. I just got to go home a pack a bag

part 3 coming soon

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[kittenofdoomage]

Opportunity Knocks

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sam Winchester x female!reader x Dean Winchester

Prompt: eager to please both

Word Count: 607

Warnings: double oral penetration, threesome, implied double vaginal penetration

Hunters lived solitary lives for the most part, occasionally teaming up, but rarely found in more than a pair. You were one of the loners, spending the majority of your time on the road chasing cases, frequenting hunter bars and hangouts or with those who were sort of in the life but not full-time like you. That was how you’d met the Winchesters so many years before in Harvelle’s Roadhouse before it went up in smoke.

Even ten long years after you’d met them, you’d still catch up. Since they’d managed to find their own safe house, it had become easier to keep in touch with them, and you usually made time once or twice a year just to drop in and visit, provided they weren’t off saving the world.

You had never been shy about your attraction to both of them, hooking up with Dean on your very first encounter. Sam had been a little more subtle about it but he’d made a pass six months later, making both brothers a notch on your metaphorical bedpost.

The sharing had only started when they’d found the bunker. A drunken night of cards had eventually led to strip poker and you had no objection to losing hand after hand. Dean had made the first move, naturally, and Sam didn’t take long to join in.

They lounged on the couch, both naked, your hands wrapped around their cocks, stroking them as they watched you with lustful expressions.

“I wanna try something,” you hummed, biting your lip playfully, “if you’re up for it.”

The brothers shared a look and Sam grinned. “What?”

You leaned in, bestowing a lick to the tip of each cock in your grasp. “I wanna see if I can fit both of you in my mouth.”

Dean chuckled. “I have no objections.”

Your gaze slipped to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing for you to continue. It wasn’t something you’d ever attempted before - more out of lack of opportunity than lack of eagerness - and you didn’t want to pass up the wet dream of having both Winchesters at once. Leaning forward, you sucked over the thick flared head of Dean’s fat cock, relishing his moans for a moment before turning your attention to Sam. You repeated the move, slowly encouraging them closer together until they were touching, though your fingers still wrapped around them individually.

They were both generously endowed, so you worked slowly, teasing them one at a time as you built yourself up. Neither Sam nor Dean made a sound outside of a moan, their eyes locked on you with awe and arousal as you took them both, barely an inch at a time. There was no way you’d fit the whole of them but you made it far enough to be able to bob, enjoying the sounds they made.

When you pulled back, you released them, wiping the drool and pre-cum from your chin. “Saw that in a porno once, never thought I’d see it in real life,” Dean drawled, stroking himself as he watched you catch your breath.

“I think we could probably see a few more things in real life while we’re here,” Sam mumbled, sitting forward to pull you towards him. You went happily, settling on his lap with his bare cock pressed against your pussy.

“Like what?” you asked, the anticipation making your insides churn, a rush of moisture flooding your core.

Sam grinned and glanced at Dean as if they were sharing ideas without speaking. He slid a hand between your thighs, pressing his fingers into your slick cunt. “How about seeing how well you take both of us here?”

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Shifted - The Dinner (Chapter 3/?)

A/N: My goal was to finish this story completely by New Year's Day. *checks watch* Hmph. *sigh* Again, this is a Secret Santa fic for @jensengirl83, who I can only hope will forgive me for how long this is taking me to throw together. Also, not beta-read because we die like men and all that. (Want to read what I post a day before I post it everywhere else? Check out my ko-fi page!)

Story summary: The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don't go quite to plan.

Chapter summary: The most awkward dinner and post-dinner conversation without a participant actively trying to make it as awkward as possible.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count (chapter/story): 1396/4049

Warnings: None so far.

Previous chapter - Series masterlist

Dinner went about as well as could be expected, really.

Yeah, that well.

Your dad seated Dean at the end of the table in your mom’s usual spot, with you and Sam flanking him like bodyguards. Exactly who you were guarding, though, was the question.

You had told your mom that your new boyfriend would love simple burgers and pie and not to stress about what to cook. That would have been fine if you’d introduced Dean as your boyfriend. Sam, however, complimented her beet salad and discussed the merits of different beans in a three-bean surprise recipe. (The surprise was, of course, a fourth bean.) Dean made his usual pornographic noises while eating both his burger and his pie and was sure to compliment your mother on her cooking every chance he got. He even got her to disclose her secret spice blend for the burgers! Oddly enough, this didn’t seem to improve your family’s attitude towards Dean but somehow made them even more suspicious.

Dean took advantage of sitting next to you to touch you under the table as much as possible. He’d squeeze your hand, lay his hand on your knee, and bump knees with you whenever he could. Sometimes, it was to silently ask if he was doing well, sometimes it was for no reason at all. You caught yourself grinning stupidly at him a couple of times, unable to help yourself as you watched Dean try to charm your parents. Tracy caught you once, giving you the most scandalous look, obviously asking you why you were swooning over your boyfriend’s brother. You switched to trying to swoon over Sam, but he’d gotten into an extended explanation of the definition of a serial killer, somehow. Your dad was definitely not interested. Your mom was hiding her alarm. Tracy picked up the conversation, much to your parents’ chagrin, and she and Sam spent all of dessert quizzing each other on serial killer statistics until you kicked Sam in the shin and glared at him.

Dean was quick to offer to help with cleanup while your mom was quick to tell him not to worry about it. He was still polite and helped to clear the table while Sam tried to get out of the serial killer debate with Tracey without being rude.

Once the dishes were done, you all moved towards the living room to open your one Christmas Eve present. As you made your way through the doorway, Tracey squealed.

“Oh!!! Look at that! Y/N and Sam are under the mistletoe! Let’s see that kiss, yeah?”

Both you and Sam stiffened up and then turned to stare at each other in dismay. How did Sam miss it, anyway? He had to duck his head not to knock it down!!

You and Sam looked at each other with panic in your eyes. Sam quickly bent low to kiss your cheek and you made a show of blushing cutely and mumbling, “He’s so sweet about PDA, you know?”

Tracey’s face would have been funny if the situation had been happening to anyone but you. Dean’s carefully relaxed expression would luckily fool anyone but you and Sam.

Your parents made a big deal about leaving the loveseat for you and Sam to sit in, while they surrounded your sister on the couch. This left Dean dragging in a chair from the dinner table to sit on and pretend like it was comfortable. He made do with affection from Rocky, but you could see the strain all of this was having on him. Dean wasn’t used to being passively disliked in this way. Monsters hated him, but they would try to kill him with claws and teeth, not stiff, polite kindness. His wit and charm had won over even the crustiest of old sheriffs over the years. You’d thought that your parents would have accepted him as a person by this point in the evening, even if they’d never accept him as your boyfriend. As it stood, only Rocky had warmed up to him.

As usual, your Christmas Eve presents were something to wear on Christmas. When you and Tracy were kids, it was Christmas pajamas. Now that you were all adults, it was ugly Christmas sweaters. Since your parents couldn’t pick out sweaters for the boys, they’d gotten them each a bottle of whisky.

“You boys don’t mind a little Irish in your hot chocolate, do you?” your dad asked with a smile.

Dean immediately replied, “I sometimes forget to add the chocolate!”

Dean’s grin was met with only a half laugh from your mother.

You didn’t think it was possible, but the conversation only worsened as the night wore on. Your dad finally asked about your work, and while the boys were adamant that you did mostly paperwork for them, they somehow managed to contradict each other on exactly what kind of paperwork was necessary.

“Well, that’s why they need me, you see,” you interrupted, just trying to slow the train wreck that was the Winchesters trying to cover for each other and failing. “Because they weren’t getting it done right until I came along, and they weren’t getting paid and whatnot.”

Both boys mumbled their agreement and then got quiet. Rocky got up from where he’d been settled by Dean’s feet and pushed himself between you and Sam on the loveseat. Sam started to pet him, in spite of the awkward position, but Rocky just turned away from him and flopped onto your lap, begging you for attention. Sam’s pout at being rejected by a dog would have been funny in any other situation.

“Wow, Sam,” Dean said with a smirk. “I’ve never seen a dog give you the cold shoulder like that before! Did you forget to slip him some food from your plate at dinner?”

Your mom gasped while you winced.

“Mom, I’m sure Dean’s just joking, and he didn’t actually give Rocky table scraps,” you quickly interjected. “Right, Dean?” The look on your face could probably be read by people in space. Feeding Rocky from the table was strictly forbidden.

“Oh, no, I didn’t!” Dean answered. “I know better than to mess with a pet’s diet without asking the owners, first.”

You could tell that Dean was telling the truth, and your parents calmed down at hearing his reassurances, but you felt Sam twitch nervously beside you. Withholding a groan and deciding that investigating Sam’s sudden case of ants in his pants was a bad idea all around, you reached for any kind of topic of conversation that might distract from Sam’s apparent guilt and maybe shed a better light on Dean. How on earth could you explain Dean pulling a shedding shifter out of someone’s house?

As if a light bulb went on over your head, a rational explanation for everything suddenly hit you. You wished you’d thought of it hours ago. Feeling like there might be a light at the end of the tunnel, you dove in to try and fix things, at least a little.

“Although my part of the job is really boring, the work Dean and Sam do is really important, and sometimes dangerous. Occasionally, they do a little bounty hunting. A while back, before my time, Dean took on a case of a guy that was from Hollywood. He did makeup and prosthetics for movies and stuff. He got away because he was so good at disguising himself.”

For a second, Dean wasn’t following your lead, and you wished you still had the cover of the dinner table so you could literally kick some sense into him. Just when you thought you’d have to prompt Dean further, he finally caught on to where you were going and picked up the thread.

“Oh, yeah! That guy was awful! He managed to disguise himself as me at one point! I didn’t want any civilians to get hurt when I grabbed him, so followed him for a while. Unfortunately, he went home with some girl, and I had to grab him from inside her house when he attacked her. I secured him and drove him three states over to turn him in. Also had to ruin his mask and makeup or they might have arrested me, instead!” Dean chuckled, and you and Sam chuckled with him, but your family stayed quietly alarmed.

Well, that didn’t work.

Chapter 4

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"Hair"

synopsis; ever since thor learned how to do your hair, he became obsessed with it. the realization struck him, he's actually obsessed with you.

pairings; thor odinson x poc! reader

warnings; fluff, swearing

word count; 1,387

a/n; i really like this fic, lol

Living in the compound was so boring. Being the youngest and most reckless of the Avengers, you were on watch 24/7.

It made no sense to you.

I mean yes you crashed half of Tony Stark's suits, hid Captain America’s shield, made Clint arrows that would come back to him like boomerangs and dyed Natasha’s hair blue, but other than that, you were very responsible.

There was The Incident, but you weren’t allowed to bring that up anymore. No one was. Talk of The Incident had been banned since The Incident happened.

All in all, it stopped you from having any fun.

But, when your favorite Asgardian came to visit every once in a while, things changed. 

They put him on ‘y/n duty’ whenever he was here.

They made a chore chart for it.

That being said, it was quite easy for you to get away with things. No one dared argue with The God of Thunder, so if something bad happened while he was under your watch, they simply had to…get over it. 

But how did you get to do whatever you wanted? It was easy really. Tell Thor what you want to do, that is clearly against the rules in the Big Book Of y/n Vol. 3. Have him tell you no. You say “Please.”

He, again, replies with “No.” Then you furrow your eyebrows in sadness, pout your lips, and give him puppy eyes. “Fine.” And he caves.

You were playing outside, a red dress with silver jewelry working with the cool tones of your brown skin, playing with the dog you may or may not have snuck into the compound.

It’s still here because you and Peter worked together to convince Tony. You named her Jackpot.

A few minutes later, the wind picked up behind you, you turned around to see the bright colors of the bifrost lighting up in a pillar behind you. Thor.

When the colors faded, and Thor emerged in the middle of the bifrost imprint on the ground, you immediately felt happier. He hadn’t been here in two months. “Odinson!”

You ran up to him, quite literally jumping into his arms and he kept you lifted off the ground as he reciprocated the hug, Mjölnir disregarded on the ground. “Hello y/n!”

“I missed you so much.” you smiled up at the man. “I missed you too.”

You began to walk back to the compound, when the tiny puppy came up to your feet. You gasped as you picked her up. “I almost forgot. We got a puppy! Her name’s Jackpot.”

“Oh! it’s so cute and tiny with its little ears and everything!”

You nodded as Thor gently took the puppy in his hands. 

Well hand. He held it in one hand.

Opening the door for you, Thor led you both into the compound. The first person you were met with was Nat. “Hello Natasha.” She simply nodded at Thor, eyeing the dog in his hand. 

Jackpot ate one of her suits. It wasn’t y/n’s influence either. 

You looked up to Thor. “So I had an idea.”

“That’s never good.” Tony said as he entered the room.

“Hush, Anthony. Do you want to help me braid my hair?”

Thor usually loved doing this, especially after his hair was cut on Sakaar and he couldn’t braid his own. But y/n never went to ask Thor first. He was skeptical. “Why me?”

“Natasha doesn’t have the kind of patience for what I want to do, Sam and Bucky aren’t here, and Jackie here,” you took Jackpot from him, holding up her paws, “doesn't have opposable thumbs.”

He considered his options. “Sure.”

You beamed up at him, and a smile began to tug at his lips. He loved seeing you happy. “Tony, I need your card.” You said and walked up to him. “No.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and walked away. “Come on, Thor.” Thor followed you as you began to leave the compound through the front. “Where are we going?”

“The hair store.”  You said as though it was obvious.  “You have money?”

You nodded and pulled a gold card from your pocket. The name on the card? Anthony Stark. Thor smiled and shook his head. “Sneaky girl.”

Once you reached the front door, you heard FRIDAY. “Miss l/n, a message from Mister Stark.”

“Y/N M/N L/N!! GET BACK HERE WITH MY CARD OR I WON'T LET YOU OUT THE COMPOUND FOR A WEEK!”

They simply ignored the message and left the compound. Thor was here, she couldn’t get in trouble anymore. At least until he left.

|            *            |

It was 12 am. You and Thor are more halfway done with your hair. He was definitely moving at a quicker pace, sitting on the trunk on the foot of your bed, while you were sitting on the floor, your ninth Disney movie in front of you.

Ever since you taught him how to braid, he’s fallen in love with doing it, sometimes finishing your hair when you can’t yourself. He’s gotten better at it. Something made you think he’s been practicing.

When you finished the current braid, you dropped your arms. “I’m tired.”

“Five more, my dove.” You groaned loudly, leaning back in between his legs. “Let me just get my second wind.”

You definitely must’ve fallen asleep, because when you opened your eyes, you had only one braid left to do. “What time is it?”

“Fifteen to one.”

“Shit. Have you been doing these? You could’ve woken me up—”

“Shh, my love, it's fine. I’m almost done.” As you turned your head back to face the TV, you felt Thor’s gentle hands adding the hair to your natural one to finish the final knot less braid. Four minutes later and he was done. 

“Finally.” You practicality jumped from off the floor, running over to your dresser to grab your bonnet. “Wait, don't you need the hot water and the squishy curly tubes and the foamy stuff.?” 

You smiled as Thor mentioned all the things you were too sleepy to complete tonight. You put the bonnet on your head, and walked over to stand in between Thor's legs. 

You grabbed his face. “I'm going to bed.” 

He pouted, which was absolutely fucking adorable, and you smiled at him. “Thor, if we watch another movie, I’m going to fall asleep.” 

“Then fall asleep in my arms.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist lifted you up and carried you to the bed. “Better, isn’t it?”

You laughed as you both got comfortable in the bed. You reached for the remote on the bedside table and put on Emperors New Groove. It was one of you and his favorite movies.

“y/n?” 

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

You smiled at him. “I love you too.”

“No, I mean,” He grabbed your hand, pulled you towards him, making you face him. “I’m in love with you. I came back to tell you that. I found myself missing you more than I usually do whenever I’m away. And, in light of everything that’s happened I needed to tell you now before—if you don’t-”

He didn’t get to finish, you had already captured his lips in a passionate kiss. “I’m in love with you too.”

Then you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

That following morning, you woke up early. Earlier that someone should have after spending over five hours doing their hair. You decided to dip your hair, and put the flexi rods in now. You did this all in the kitchen. Then went back into your room.

You stepped into your closet and picked out an outfit. When you stepped out of your room, Thor was gone. You hopped in the shower, got dressed, took out the flexi rods, then made your way down to the kitchen for some food. 

There stood Thor, standing by the toaster. He looked over to you, a smile growing on his lips. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed you gently. This was definitely going to be a thing. “I love your hair.” You muttered a thank you, feeling quite shy, at the moment.

You both didn’t realize the other person in the room. Stark, holding Jackpot against his chest. “What the shit?!”

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Wrongfully Accused Part 14 (Lucifer X Reader)

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Things went smoothly for the next two months. You and Lucifer were happy. He passed every random drug test and visit Billie threw at him. Lucifer got his license renewed. As you predicted Bobby did end up liking him enough to give him his own car to keep and fix up. An old 1985 black Porsche. That's how you knew Bobby considered him a hard worker. He only gave the really good old cars to the employees who did the best and most work. Jessica and Sam were getting more anxious as Jessica just entered her eighth month mark. You were standing in your kitchen. Today was the day you were finally gonna tell your brothers about you and Lucifer. You were especially worried about how Dean would react. You know your oldest brother. It was more than likely not gonna end well. You grabbed a ginger ale from the fridge as Lucifer walked out of the bathroom ready for work. Your stomach always acted up when you were nervous. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asked as he walked over and gently rubbed your back.

"It's time they knew," you told him, "especially if we decide to go to your dad's book thing,". He nodded

"Ok, well call me if you need me," he said kissing your forehead "Bobby will let me go early if he knows you're upset,". You grabbed your bag and keys. Bobby was the only one who knew you were together and though he didn't like it he promised to keep it between you three.

"Have a good day my sexy mechanic," you said giving him a kiss. He softly patted your butt as you left. You got settled in your car and tried to calm your nerves. You hated feeling so nervous. "I can do this" you chanted to yourself as you headed off to the restaurant you decided to meet your brothers at. You decided on a public place so hopefully, your brothers wouldn't make a scene. You pulled up to the restaurant and cut off your engine. "You can do this," you told yourself again. You grabbed your bag and threw your keys in it before getting out of the car. You scanned the parking lot and spotted Dean's Impala so you knew they were already here. You walked in and up to the hostess.

"Can I help you?" she asked

"Yes, I'm looking for a table under the name of Winchester?" you told her.

"Yes, right over here," she said walking you to a corner booth where your brothers waited. She handed you a menu and went back to her podium.

"Hey Y/N," Dean said getting up and hugging you.

"Hey little one," Sam greeted pulling out your chair for you.

"Hey guys," you said sitting down, "have you ordered yet?".

"Not yet," Dean said, "what's this news?". You wanted to tell them but not too soon.

"Later," you told him, "let's just talk for a bit,". So you and your brothers enjoyed your lunch and talked. You listened intently as Dean bragged about taking down a killer who proudly called himself Hitler So now Dean goes around saying he killed Hitler. Which is completely something his goofball self would say. Sam went on about his worries over being a dad soon. You knew he could do it.

"Come on Y/N, we've finished eating," Dean said, "tell us what you need to tell us,". You took a calming breath as your stomach started to feel queasy again.

"Ok, but before I do I want you two to remember I am a smart woman and I am fully grown got it?" you asked and they nodded. "Sam you remember that pin pal project you started for your law class?" you asked. He nodded. "well one of the guys caught my eye," you admitted.

"Y/N did you enter the program?" Sam asked.

"Not exactly," you said.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked confused.

"I snuck a file out of the folder," you admitted, "the guy just caught my attention and we started writing each other and now we're in love,".

"Y/N most of these guys could be dangerous" Sam pointed out.

"He's not," you said.

"Who is he?" Sam asked. This was the moment you knew they'd freak out, but like you told Lucifer you were tired of hiding him. You looked your brother straight in the eye and confidently answered.

"Lucifer Shurley," you said.

"No, absolutely not Y/N," Dean said.

"Dean you are not dad," you pointed out, "and we've been dating for a while and it's been the best relationship I've ever had,".

"He's a criminal Y/N!" Dean said raising his voice causing people to look over at your table. You didn't care.

"No he's not," you said, "He was accused wrongly of a crime,".

"Oh come on Y/N," Dean argued, "did you really fall for whatever sob story he sold you?".

"It's not a sob story!" you spoke a little louder than you meant to, "Lucifer's story has never not once changed Dean,".

"He ripped his own father off Y/N," he pointed out, "stole from his own parent,".

"Oh please Dean," you said, "everyone knows how shady Father Shurley is,".

"He's always done the best for the town," Dean pointed out.

"No Dean he kisses up to the biggest names to keep funding for his lame ass books," you corrected.

"His books aren't that bad," Dean said.

"Seriously Dean?" you asked raising your eyebrow, "have you even read any of them?"

"Well, no," he said, "but people talk about them all the time,".

"Yeah and do the stories sound at all familiar?" you asked.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Like his novel A Fated Hunt. It's literally about dad accidentally killing Jo's dad during a deer hunt,". you pointed out, "and how her mom never fully got over it,".   "So he wrote a story matching a real life event doesn't mean anything," Dean said.

"Or the story of Sam's tiny drug use in college," he asked, "which he cheesily titled Demon Blood,".

"I guess that was bad," he agreed.

"And what about his book about you?" you asked.

"Me?" he asked back confused.

"Heart Throb," you said, "he talked about how you were the lady's man of the high school and how you had that daddy scare with Lisa Brady,".

"Oh yeah, I still don't see how he knew about Ben," he admitted.

"He probably paid Lisa to tell him," you pointed out.

"Look it doesn't matter," he said standing up, "he isn't good enough for you Y/N".

"He is beyond good for me Dean!" you said getting up, "You don't have to like it Dean. But you will not big brother your way into breaking us up and you will not tell me who I can and can not date! I love him and he loves me," you grabbed your stuff and hurried out of the restaurant. Dean started to head after you but Sam stopped him.

"Dean, she's right," Sam said, "it's her life,".

"He's an ex con Sam!" he argued.

"I know and yeah I'm worried too, but she's not a little girl anymore,".

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Carol’s inner monologue - The Storm, 9x16 

It's supposed to be Carol's inner monologue, but at this point, it’s a ficlet.

Hilltop, after the storm.

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Ezekiel: We made it.

Carol, internally: No, we didn't. Henry isn’t here. Wearing a mask came naturally to me when he was alive. We had walls, we had a son, we had a whole life – away from those dusty blue eyes that seared through my facade. I wanted to raise Henry like I never got to raise Sophia. Give him a life that Sophia, Lizzie, Mica, or Sam never got. That's all that mattered. But that got burned away.

Carol: Did we...?

Carol, internally: After what I went through, 'corny' was really, really nice. Being lighthearted and playful was a welcome change. When he gave me his blessing, I took it and ran. Ran from him. I told myself it was exactly what I needed. That caring deeply about you and our life was enough. But now the fairytale has ended. The storm has passed. Our son is gone. And the fog has finally lifted – I can't pretend anymore.

Carol: ...I'm going to Alexandria in the morning with the others.

Carol, internally: There’s nowhere to hide anymore. Only one person anchored me before the storm and through it. And it wasn’t you. I realize now that it never could be you.

Ezekiel: I know you have to do this, but I'll never stop loving you.

Carol, internally: ...and that's why this is so sad. I was running away from him and my family. And one day, I found myself in a life with you and Henry. It was easier to bullshit with another bullshitter. Raise our boy and hide away in a fairytale. Far away from his dusty blue eyes. Daryl's eyes. The eyes that held me gently despite everything I’d done. The eyes that peeled away layers of bullshit and saw me – all of me. 

My head was in the clouds. It kept me from realizing how much I craved the days when I went to him. How I craved to be outside the walls I had built myself. How his gentle touch, his rumbly "you good?", his earthy scent, and his quiet presence grounded me during those brief visits. Even when I hid from his intense gaze, his eyes held me strongly and effortlessly so I wouldn't lose myself to this mask I wore. And my heart broke a bit more every time I came back to the Kingdom without him by my side. 

Then Henry died, and just like that – the mask shattered.

When I saw our son’s head on that spike, the world around me faded. A distant memory screamed in my ears. I suddenly realized how much Henry looked like her. I felt myself drift into the abyss when his arms gripped me tightly. And his dusty blue eyes locked with mine. The eyes I tried so hard to avoid all these years. They bore into my soul – pained, earnest, pleading but steady. And held on to me desperately before I slipped away. 

'Just look at me. Just look at me.'

And I did. The walls I built crumbled to dust around me, leaving me bare and vulnerable. And my only conscious thought was Daryl. The only one I wanted to see was him. The only one I wanted there with me was him. The only one I wanted to hold me together as I fell apart was him. Daryl. It was always him. He held me together when my world fell apart back at the farm. And he held me together when it fell apart again. His eyes held me gently, and his arms held me tightly, as they carried me through the storm. And he stopped me from slipping away, from being consumed and turned into ashes. 

I can't say what you want to hear. I can’t give you what you want. I never could. I care about you and our fairytale enough not to lie. Because I can't lie anymore. Not to you.

Not to me.

Carol: ...And I'll never regret the fairytale.

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