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boiohboii · 10 months

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Nobel prize winner wife pt2 (toto wolff x reader)

(Social media au)

Toto just revealed who his wife of 15 years is, but if he was going to reveal his family, why not all members of them?

in which Toto Wolff decided to let everyone know who is the little boy who made him a father

Note: I am sure this is not what you guys had in mind when you asked for part 2, but I just felt like a little teen in the mix is needed for our favorite it couple. WARNING: like 3 swear words, if I missed anything please let me know

Masterlist

PART 1

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F1WAGS&FAVES: Dr. YN LN seen today in Yeongsan International School of Seoul, rumors are she is there for the freshmen's parents career day.

username: I can not handle dad toto and mum yn

username: toto and yn might be official dilf and milf

username: no, I refuse to believe they have a kid that isn't me

username: I am willing to fight their kid for an exchange of parents

username: I love how with every photo her skin tone gets whiter

username: welcome to the white washing of korea

username: she never disappoints with her fits

username: if they actually have a kid imagine how awesome it'd be, like his dad is the team principle of the Mercedes f1 team and his mum is the only woman to win a Nobel prize twice!

username: if I'm a parent and my kid is a friend of theirs, I'd never compare my kid to baby wolff, he'd just pull an uno reverse card and compare me to yn and toto

username: say sike rn

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mercedesamgf1: can't wait for sam to join us, it's going to be such a fun weekend with him here..... here are 4 pictures of baby wolff throughout the years (yes, we knew, he is our favourite person in the paddock) ps: all photos of our prince are till he was 13 years old

Lewishamilton: can't wait to see the little man

samwolff09: can't wait to see you too uncle Lewis

georgerussel63: @.samwolff09 what about me?

samwolff09: @.georgerussel63 we were together last week 😆 but I still miss you 😄

username: THEY KNOW EACH OTHER, UNCLE LEWIS, HE WAS WITH GEORGE

username: HE HAS AN ACCOUNT

username: his account is private 🥲

danielricciardo: the little prince is growing up, I remember when he was just learning how to run

samwolff09: uncle Danny, please don't tell anyone of that time, I still get embarrassed thinking about it

samwolff09: we can't wait to join you again, take good care of mum and dad till Jay and I join you

mercedesamgf1: of course your highness

username: who is Jay?

username: imagine it's his brother

username: STOP IT!

maxverstappen1: P misses you @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 I miss her too!! So much! Is she joining this weekend?

maxverstappen1: @.samwolff09 yes yes, once she knew you're coming she wouldn't take no for an answer

samwolff09: @.maxverstappen1 YES! I CAN'T WAIT, SEND HER MY HUGS AND KISSES

username: max being chatty with toto's son is so unhinged for my 2023 agenda

username: max writing his longest comments for sam wolff will be my favourite social media interaction

mickschumacher: Sammy! Keep your phone with you this time @.samwolff09

samwolff09: @.mickschumacher micky, please, it was one time!

sebastianvettel: well, now I have no choice but to go this weekend

samwolff09: uncle seb! I miss you!! Are you really coming?? Please say yees, pleaaseeee

sebastianvettel: of course little cub, who else is gonna watch over you and Jay

username: baby wolff collecting drivers left right and center

christanhorner: it had been too long since I saw this little man

samwolff09: looking forward to seeing you again sir @.christanhorner

christanhorner: @.samwolff09 please, call me uncle chris, and make sure to stop by and say hi

samwolff09: of course uncle Chris! See you then

username: I am confusion

username: did baby wolff just make a truce between mercedes and redbull

username: his smile can stop wars and here's the proof

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samwolff09: I just wanna thank my parents on my birthday cause they always make me feel loved, they always make me feel safe and that every little thing I do or feel is valid and is okay, I am so lucky to have them and I am truly thankful for being able to have them in my life and to be here as their son.

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samwolff09: 11 years apart and my love for this place is still the same

jaypark: one of the best vacation houses fr

park-sunghoon: true, it's still my favorite place

jungwonofficial: the summer we spent there was the best one man, we need to do that again

samwolff09: @.jaypark @.park-sunghoon @.jungwonofficial let's go again next summer, I'm sure dad and mum won't mind

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samwolff09: I hate that we don't have any good pictures with the 4 of us together, but aside from that, I miss you three so much, fuck you for being busy...... but hey, make these bomb tracks woon and sungie win another world championship... jay I see you everyday at school but it'd be rude if I didn't include you

jungwonofficial: so it's rude to ignore jay but not rude to not post a picture of us together, okay I see how it is sammy boy

jaypark: we are the nepo babies of our quadrant man that's why I'm stuck by your side 😚

park-sunghoon: I thought you deleted the photo of the 2 of us! Dude, I can't have evidence of me clinging onto you, it'd ruin my image!

jaypark: what image, everyone knows you're a clingy ass mf as soon as you see sam

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samwolff09: happy father's day to my old man, he is such a great and loving man (even though he still scares me whenever I'm studying) when I feel like I'm so different from him he gives me all the love and support I need, and even if I don't say a thing, he still knows and makes sure that I know how appreciated I am and why he is proud to be my father, he let's me explore and experience things as much as I want while watching over me so that I won't get hurt. Dad, I love you so much and I swear I will carry you and take care of you when you're old and tired

{Taglist- everyone who asked for pt2, thank you and I hope you liked it ♥️♥️

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youre-a-total--poser · 2 years

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Hi, can I request a Nat x daughter sorta depressing one where Nat’s the one that’s feeling depressed and Yn feels really guilty for not noticing?

You're My Hero (Request)

Natasha Romanoff x Teen Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Verbal Abuse and Red Room Trauma.

Age: 16

Word Count: 1,822

Requests: Open

Summary: Your mom is acting differently. Can you get through to her to find out what is happening with her?

A/N: Thank you so much to the person who suggested this. I will admit that now I'm re-reading the request again I don't think that I've written this how the requester asked but hopefully, they still enjoy it.

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You were restlessly waiting in the compound for everyone to come back home after their mission.

As soon as you heard their voice's you couldn’t contain yourself anymore you practically leapt out of the chair and rushed over to greet everyone.

You were distracted by all the hugs that you were receiving from everyone that you didn’t even notice that your mom wasn’t her usual self not even when she only greeted you with half a hug and a kiss on the forehead before walking off.

“Are you hungry I could order pizza for us?” Tony asked you.

“Yes, please. We haven’t had pizza in so long. You said excitedly.

“Okay, I’ll go order it now,” Tony said as he put his hand on your shoulder then walked away.

“Hey, Sam I bet I could beat you at a game of Mario Kart.” You challenged him.

“Alright, kid, you’re on,” Sam said accepting your challenge.

Everyone either followed you and Sam to the common room or went off to do their own thing.

You thought about going to get your mom to see if she wanted to come watch but you knew that she likes to get all the mission reports finished and out of the way before she can properly relax.

40 minutes of Mario Kart and you had won 11/12 times. The only reason that you didn’t win the last game was that as you and Wanda were competing, you were in first place, Wanda was close behind you. You were nearly at the finish line and about to have another victory when all of a sudden Sam grabbed the remote out of your hand and Wanda overtook you and she won. By the time you got the remote back from Sam, you were dead last.

“Nooooo, that’s cheating you can’t do that.” You said as you were repeatedly punching his arm but you had to stop as you couldn’t control your laughter.

FRIDAY chimed in to alert that there was someone at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Steve said as he stood up then walked off to collect the pizza.

“Hey, sweetie, why don’t you go get your mom and tell her that dinner is here.”

"Okay." You said as you got up off the sofa and started to walk off.

"I'm going to get you back for that," you called out to Sam

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As you were walking to your mom's office you just couldn't help smile to yourself. You loved it when everyone was here and there weren't any world-ending events happening. You could just goof around with everyone and just be a normal kid.

You finally reached her office.

"Mom?" You said as you opened the door but it was empty.

You paused for a second to think about where she be then you went to the next floor to see if she was in her bedroom.

"Mom?" You said again whilst knocking on her door.

As you were about to walk away you heard a muffled "yeah?" coming from inside the room.

You opened the door and you saw your mom sitting on the bed with her back towards you.

"Dinner's here, mom, it's pizza," You told her.

"You go ahead Y/N I'll be down in a minute." She said in between sniffles.

"Mom, are you okay?" You ask her.

"I'm fine Y/N just go have dinner," Nat said sounding like she's getting frustrated at you.

You didn't say anything else you just walked out of her room closing the door behind you,

Was she crying? She can't be mom never cries she might just be tired from the mission. You thought to yourself before heading back down.

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"Y/N, wheres Nat?" Steve asked.

"She said she'll be down in a minute." You responded as you sat down at the table and took a slice of pizza.

During dinner you were either telling everyone all about the things that happened at school, laughing at their awfully funny jokes or listening to their stories, just having a good time.

You saw Natasha walk in and you started to move everything that was on the table so she could set her plate down and sit next to you but instead she just grabbed her food and walked away.

As you watched her walk away your smile dropped and you looked down at the table.

"Hey, I wouldn't worry about it, she's probably annoyed at herself over what happened during the mission," Tony said before taking a large gulp of whatever it was he was drinking.

"Why, what happened on the mission." You asked needing to know what it was that was going on with her.

"She was just really distracted. Making all the wrong calls, not fighting as well as she normally does." Steve answered you

"That doesn't sound like mom at all normally she's really careful during missions." You were starting to worry a lot more about her.

"You're right and she would have ended up getting herself kil... pretty badly hurt if I wasn't beside her," Clint changed his choice of words fairly quickly when he saw the frightened look on your face.

"You know what sweetie she's probably just having an off day, she'll be fine I promise." Wanda softly spoke reassuring you not to worry.

"Are you finished we can go watch a movie or something whatever you want?" Steve suggested hoping that the distraction will take your mind of everything.

"Yeah, a movie sounds good." You said as you stood up and helped with the cleanup. Thankfully everyone used paper plates so no washing up was needed.

During the movie you were cuddled up beside Wanda you tried your hardest to stay away but you just couldn't anymore and fell asleep.

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A sudden loud bang caused you to wake up.

You woke up in bed so someone must have carried you up.

you slowly sat up and looked down on the floor to where the noise came from to find that your phone was on the ground. you must have knocked it off the bed in your sleep.

Placing the phone on the bedside table you noticed that the clock said that it was 3 am.

Your mouth was very dry and you felt around for a bottle or a glass of water that wasn't there.

Normally you would bring up some water with you before you go to bed. or those nights when you fall asleep on the sofa your mom would bring it up for you.

You got out of bed and made your way down to the kitchen.

As you went to get a bottle out of the fridge you got distracted by a noise and the flashing that was coming from the common room so you went to investigate.

You walked through and you saw your mom sitting on the sofa watching tv. You walked over and cuddled up beside her. She was hesitant at first but then she put her arm around you and pulled you closer to her.

You didn't know that you needed a mom hug till now.

"Mom, can you please tell me what's wrong?" You questioned her

You removed yourself from her hug and shifted a bit so you could properly look at her.

"I promise you Y/N nothing's wrong.." She responded.

"See right there that's how I know that something is wrong you only ever call me Y/N when there's something wrong. so please tell me so I can help." You begged her trying your hardest to get her to tell you.

"It's not your job to help." She tried to avoid eye contact with you by continuing to look at the tv.

"But you help me all the time" You are sounding like a child who won't give up till they get their own way.

"Because I'm your mother it's my job to help you." She said finally looking at you.

please" You whispered

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you." She said giving in to your pleading.

"in the Red Room where I was trained if we messed up on anything then they would scream verbal abuse at us. Sure some of their comments did help me improve but at the same time there were some words that stuck with me even till now."

"Sometimes I remember those words and I can't stop thinking about them. the more I think about them the more I believe that they're true."

You just sat across from her completely shocked by what you were hearing. You knew just how bad the Red Room was and it just keeps on getting worse.

You couldn't think of the right words to say to her so instead you just wrapped your arms around her and hugged her tightly. Sometimes a hug is much more meaningful than words are

"I shouldn't have sprung all of this on you I'm sorry," Nat said and you felt her grip around you get tighter.

"No it's okay I asked." You reminded her.

As you pulled away you could see the pain in her eyes so you knew that the next thing that you were going to say to her had to be something that she needs to hear right now.

"Mom, I can assure you that, no matter what they said about you its definitely not true, I mean, just look at all the stuff that you've done surviving and escaping the Red Room, leading the Avengers and I know how difficult they can be sometimes, you practically raised me all on your own sure the whole team helped but it was mostly you. you're literally the most badass woman that I know and I'm incredibly grateful to have someone like you in my life that I can look up to. You're not just my mom you're also my hero. " You told her and every word was true.

You noticed that her eyes were filling up with tears and they fell down her face when she blinked.

"thank you so much, baby, you have no idea how much I needed to hear that," She said as she pulled you back in for another and she held you just as tight as she held you before.

"Mom, can you do one thing for me?" You asked her

"What's that sweetie." She responded.

"Please talk to someone, I know how much you hate talking about how your feeling especially to strangers but I bet it would really help to get everything out in the open." You hoped that she would take your advice.

"I'll try." She responded with the words that you hoped that she would say.

You thanked her. Wishing that she does get the help that she needs

"I love you, sweetheart, you really are the best kid ever." She said planting a kiss on the side of your head.

"I love you too mama." You responded back.

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aries-writingblog · 3 years

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Brave Enough

Summary: Bucky wonders if he’ll ever be brave enough to admit his feelings to you

Words Count: 1980- ish (I got a little carried away- sorry!!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, characters engaging of age drinking

A/N: gif is not my own, credit to original creator. Happy reading!!

“Bucky, lighten up, man.” Steve griped, flicking through the menu. The brunette didn’t respond, just slumping down lower in his chair and sulking even more. A deep frown etched onto his features. “It’s just a couple hours.”

“Whatever.” He snipped. Bucky could feel his teeth grit together, his jaw aching from pressure. Sam’s foot connected with his under the table, a teasing tilt to his eyebrows.

“He’s just mad that he has to be here instead of lurking ‘round in the shadows back home.” Sam nudged his foot again. Bucky kicked out, but Sam was too quick. Pulling his foot away just in time. “You ever catch him at like three in the morning, just standing around in a dark hallway?”

“Shut up.” Bucky hissed, snatching a spoon from his place setting. The utensil flew across the table, smacking Sam in the chest before falling to his lap. “And I’m not mad I have to be here.”

He truly wasn’t upset he had to be there. He was upset that one person in particular wouldn’t be in attendance. YN was still off on a mission, unfortunately missing Wanda’s birthday dinner. Without her, Bucky would just spend the whole night sulking, no one else treated him the way she did. No one else was her. Without her, his night was already marked as uneventful and boring.

“You are.” Steve corrected, glancing to his watch. “The girls should be here by now. What’s holding them?”

Bucky glanced around the restaurant, eyes scanning over Tony who was animatedly speaking with the owner. Bruce, retuning from the restroom, Peter following him with a million questions. The older man seemed to age further as the teen pestered him- asking questions ranging from science to personal. The kid could be slightly invasive at times.

The door opened- the other half of their party. The birthday girl. Wanda made her way across the room, Natasha behind her and…

“YN.” Bucky felt a weight lift from his chest- possibly his reluctance to be at the table. He watched as she gave him a small smile and wave before Wanda pulled her off to the bathroom.

“Save me a seat!” YN called, meeting Bucky’s eyes. His eyes followed her all the way, until he could no longer see her. Then he was brought back into reality by a cough.

Fuck- he did that in public. His eyes fell to Steve and Sam, their faces schooled into expressions of taunting delight.

“You gonna save her a seat or what?” Steve asked, lips twitching as they begged to smile. Bucky flicked his wrist, giving his friend a very classy middle finger as they snickered in response.

But Bucky did as she said. He unfolded the napkin at the place mat on his right, showing someone was going to sit there. Then he tucked his hands into his lap, waiting anxiously for her return. Sam pursed his lips, leaning his elbows on the table. Bucky groaned, regretting his decision to stay out when Sam sat across from him.

“Won’t you just tell her you’re in love? It would be a lot easier.” He advised, fingers laced under his jaw. Bucky scowled, his foot finally catching Sam off guard, foot connecting with his shin bone. The man cursed, jerking his chair back.

The bathroom door opened, the trio of women hustling toward the table. Natasha was shoving YN playfully, the woman responding with a laugh. Then she turned her eyes to him and he stopped breathing. Stopped living. Oxygen leaving his lungs at an exponential rate when she smiled. Teeth flashing.

“Got a seat for me, Barnes?” She asked- the sound of her voice snapping his consciousness back into the present. Bucky stumbled over himself clumsily, shoving his own chair back to pull hers out for her. “Thank you.” He pushed her back in before taking his own.

“I thought you were still in Arizona?” He kept a constant tab in his brain to focus. There had been several occasions when the pair were carrying a conversation and he noticed, too late, he had just been staring into her eyes. He didn’t mean to- it just happened.

“Just landed. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I was back- Wanda begged me to come tonight so I had to rush to get dressed.” She explained, giving a half hearted gesture to her clothes. Bucky saw nothing wrong with them- she looked beautiful as always.

“No worries. You look beautiful anyways.” Bucky smiled. He could see in the corner of his eye- Sam and Steve sharing a look across the table. Bucky always experienced these mood swings around YN.

If he was distraught, she was there to soothe him. If he was annoyed or angry, just seeing her face would brighten his day. If he was happy, which wasn’t too often without her being a catalyst, she only intensified that feeling.

Bucky had met YN three months into his stay at the Tower. They shared a wall- his apartment was the one beside hers. He didn’t know she was his neighbor the night she came stumbling home from a mission- exhausted and dirty. Dried blood on her hairline and a red path dripping from her nose. She didn’t notice him that night as he sat in the quiet common area of floor 48. She brushed past him and dug into the fridge. He watched her shove six slices of cold pizza onto a plate and snatch three beers before disappearing into her apartment.

Needless to say, he was intrigued. But he never spoke to her. Not until two months later, in the middle of the night. She happened upon him sitting in the quiet, wide awake and writing in his journal. She commented that she also journaled- sprinting back to her bedroom to bring back a leather bound journal covered in stickers. She then offered him some of his own stickers, pressing them to the black journal in his hands.

Four months of midnight meetings passed and Bucky was infatuated. He found himself wanting to speak to her all the time- going out of his way to find her and talk. Thinking of her all the time, linking an activity with her. Asking himself ‘I wonder what YN would think of…’ Sitting with her at meals, hanging out when she was home. If he could, Bucky would have her attached to his hip at all times.

When they were together, Bucky would go to any lengths necessary to keep her there longer. To take more of her time. For once in his life, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted her complete and undivided attention. Most times, he received it. She happily gave into him, pouring affection onto the super soldier. And he swam in it- unabashedly. Unashamed to be so intoxicated around her.

“Hey, what are you ordering?” YN whispered, leaning toward his

Bucky snapped back, again, noticing that everyone had taken a seat and began to order their meals. Her eyes were trained on him expectantly. YN had seen him lose focus and attempted to reel him back in. He always seemed to fade away, she noticed. She didn’t know where his mind went when it happened but she was a pessimist- she assumed the worst.

“Me- ordering?” Bucky stuttered, his tongue barely catching up with his mind. He winced as she gave a soft smile- another snicker coming from across the table. He shot a glance over to Sam, the biting glare garnered a snarky reply.

“Smooth.” Sam muttered, propping his menu in front his face, shielding it from Bucky’s wrath.

“Sam.” Steve scolded lightly, voice low. Bucky bit back his embarrassment, clearing his throat before responding. It was gonna be a long night.

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YN giggled again, swaying as Bucky latched an arm around her waist. Keeping her upright. It was a struggle- she was very touchy when she was tipsy. Bucky’s heart did jumping jacks, unsure if he should revel in the affection or be disappointed she was doing it while drunk.

“Oh- Bucky, what if we took Four Loko’s and, and… White Claws!” Her fingers wiggled as she spoke, eyes watery and wide. Bucky chuckled, his body unaccustomed to the motions.

“No more alcohol for you tonight, alright? You’re already gonna hate me in the morning for letting you drink so much.” He tugged her waist gently, allowing his fingers to rest on her hip. YN rested her head against his chest as the elevator slowed to a stop on their floor.

“I could never hate you, you know that, right?” She asked, eyes gazing up at him. Bucky heaved a gentle sigh, meeting her eyes. A soft smile on his lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

The pair slowly exited the elevator, YN trying her best to break away from his grip. Her attention span was that of a mouse- hands reaching for things in the hallways and in the common area. Finally, they reached the set of doors belonging to them. He released her very carefully to dig through his pockets. YN had given him her spare key months ago, he had it on his key ring. She had it printed in a bright blue- the loudest color on the ring when compared to the black key of his motorcycle and the silver key of his apartment.

He didn’t really need the color distinction. There were only three keys there but hers was the most important one. He had it memorized the day she gave it to him.

“Hey Friday, unlock Bucky’s main door.”

“What? She can do that?” Bucky whipped around, catching a fleeting glimpse of her wobbling, unsteady body as she stumbled into his apartment. “Fuck.”

Bucky abandoned his task in favor of the new, more important task. Getting YN out of his apartment. He followed her at a quick pace, hand outstretched to snatch her wrist but she made an abrupt turn down his hallway. Toward his bedroom.

“YN!” He hissed, reaching for her again. She shoved the door open and made her way into the room. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see your apartment- you never let me in here when we hang out.” She murmured, eyes locking in on the bookshelf in the corner. She made a beeline to it, fingers tracing over the spines of the books. She reached for a book on the second shelf. The second shelf was dedicated to his old journals.

“Okay, maybe…” he gingerly broke her grasp on the book before she could open it, sliding it back into place. Bucky rested his hands on her shoulders, steering her out of the room. “We can do a tour when you’re a little more sober.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her there- Bucky wanted to show her everything, give her everything. But some part of himself kept pushing it all back, keeping her in the light. He didn’t want her to see the bad parts, and there were plenty. He was terrified she wouldn’t want his broken pieces if she saw them.

YN hummed, breaking from his grasp again. He sighed in defeat, letting her go. She tossed her phone to the rug and flopped face first into the bed. A sigh of content rushed from her lips as she snuggled deeper into the blankets.

“Your bed is sooo comfy…” Her voice was muffled by the thick comforter. “This isn’t fair- my bed isn’t this comfy.”

No one’s slept in it since it was purchased- Bucky but back the comment, deciding it wasn’t a good topic to broach. Considering the circumstances. He stood, watching her for a moment. Allowing her to take control for the time being. The smile from earlier began to creep onto his face as she snuggled deeper into the sheets- fully clothed.

“Alright- enough of that, YN. Let’s get you home.” He murmured, tugging on her ankle. She didn’t budge. Bucky stopped, looking up to her face. She was sound asleep. “YN?”

Nothing.

Bucky sighed.

He reached for her ankle again, unclipping the heels from her feet, allowing them to fall to the floor. He swung her legs around, tugging the blankets down on the bed. Bucky pulled them back over her body, reaching into her hair to pull it out of the tight bun she had it in. The hair tie around his wrist as he tucked her in.

“Goodnight, YN.” He whispered softly. Bucky hesitated, lips close to her temple. He could hear a faint snore coming from her throat, dark lashes resting against her cheekbones.

He allowed himself to carefully lean forward, lips pressing to her temple gently. Then he backed away quietly, turning the lights off as he exited. He couldn’t help himself- stealing another glance at her sleeping figure before closing the door. He also couldn’t help the bittersweet smile that tugged at his lips.

One day… one day I’ll be brave enough for you.

Read Part 2: Courageous

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Everlasting Friends (Part 3)

Jamie Tartt x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Just a short chapter. Next chapter will be longer.

Main Masterlist ♡ Ted Lasso Masterlist ♡ Jamie Tartt Masterlist ♡ Everlasting Friends Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader & Jamie were best friends growing up & fell in love, but one day the Reader was gone.

Jamie Tartt's POV:

It has been almost a whole month since YN has come back into my life. We spend almost all of our free time together.

She comes around the club and she has gotten close with my team mates as well. YN and Keeley have gotten close, so much so that Keely has been trying to set her up with friends of hers.

Which I do not like.

I tried to push back my feelings for YN but they just came rushing back. I feel like a teen again, trying to hide the fact that I am in love with my best friend.

But Sam noticed.

He noticed how I whenever I saw YN I would smile. He noticed that when her name was mentioned, I had to bring up what we did the night before.

Sam just knew.

So he cornered me after practice one day and asked me.

"You're losing it Sam. YN is just a friend of mine. Nothing more."

"Keep lying to yourself Jamie, but the longer you do, the quicker you are going to lose her once again."

I am silent.

He just pats my shoulder and walks away. I knew I had to do something, but do I risk that chance and ruin our friendship?

I kept going over the different scenarios in my head as I walked to my car and got in the car.

I started it and just drove. Having no destination in mind.

But I noticed I stopped infront of YN's place. I know she is in there with Keeley. They are always with one another.

I figured I can just go upstairs to YN's room and watch TV until Keeley leaves.

I took out the spare key that YN gave me and I walked in and I can hear the two of them laughing.

I was going to call out to say I was there but I stopped myself once I heard Keeley speak.

"Come on YN, just go on one date with Kyle."

"I don't know Keeley. I don't think anything is there. He only talks through text and we have nothing in common."

"At least get a good shag out of it YN." At Keeley's comment I was about to leave but then I heard YN speak up once more.

"Nah, I'm good. He does nothing for me. I think I am good right now."

"So if he was like Jamie, then maybe?"

Silence.

I waited with baited breath to hear what YN had to say.

"Jamie will always hold a special place in my heart but I don't know if we will ever be together again."

With that, I walked out the front door and closed it quietly. My heart feeling like it is about to break into a million pieces.

YN's POV:

"Did you hear that?" It sounded like my front door closing.

"No I didn't. Now please tell me why you don't think Jamie and you will ever be together?"

"I'm not the girl he goes for now. I have seen the women who he has dated." I said while looking her up and down.

"Do not make me hit you YN. Jamie is madly in love with you and only you. Your photo is still in his wallet. No other woman, including myself could ever compare to you."

"I know you are just trying to make me feel better Keeley."

She threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

"Just wait and see YN. I will talk to him for you." She said as she pulled out her phone. My eyes got real wide and I practically leapt on her to wrestle her phone away.

"No! I do not want to ruin what the two of us have. Give me your phone Keeley."

And that is how Roy found us. With me on top of his girlfriend. Didn't even hear him come in, he was just standing there.

Until he spoke.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Keeley and I both screamed. I actually grabbed my chest as I felt my heart rate speed up.

"Fuckin' hell Roy. Wear some tap shoes or make some noise." I scolded.

I almost saw a smile on his face...key word is almost.

Keeley just jumped in and told him what was going on.

"Even though I think you can do better than Jamie Tartt YN, Keeley is right. He is mad about you."

But Roy had enough of the conversation and changed it something else, thankfully.

"Team is going out this weekend for dinner. Rebecca has rented out a restaurant for us all and she told me to tell you YN that you are coming."

"Why?"

"How the fuck should I know? I am just the messenger boy." Roy snapped at me. I just held up my hands in surrender.

Keeley then got angry with him and he can't stand when she is upset with him, so he apologised to me.

I didn't take his tone to heart as that is just how Roy is.

"That means we get to go shopping." Keeley said all excited.

I smiled but on the inside I am dreading it. I like to shop, but Keeley...she can shop for hours and that can just be in one store.

I also don't have all the money in the world to shop where she likes to shop.

Keeley then started to talk about us spending the day shopping and getting our nails done.

I just sat there and listened.

Jamie Tartt's POV:

I showed up to practice the next day. Quiet and just sticking to myself. They could tell something was wrong with me but I didn't dare say anything.

"What is wrong Jamie?" Sam asked me.

"Nothing."

"I can tell when you are lying Jamie." I sighed and just looked at him.

"So what? Leave me alone Sam." I said to him as I tried to leave the locker room.

"No, please sit and talk. You have been quiet all day." He said as he grasped my arm to stop me from leaving.

I turned so fast he let me go. The rest of the guys were just watching us, waiting to see what will happen.

"Want to know what is wrong with me?" I asked Sam. He nodded his head yes.

"You were wrong. She doesn't want to be with me." It dawned on not only him but the other guys as well about who I was talking about.

"How are so sure? Did she tell you?"

"No. I went to her place to tell her and heard her and Keeley talking. She doesn't want to be with me."

"Did you hear the whole conversation?"

I was going to say yes, but I realised I didn't.

I was going to say I didn't when Roy walked in. Looked around and then his gaze landed on me.

"What the hell is up your ass today?"

Part 2 ♤ Part 4

Tag List: if you would like to be added, please let me know. @viciousdot @jennylovelyheart @dreamer-snail @thievingflames

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gxrlcinema · 2 years

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loyal patrons of the arts,

it was a joy to share the stage with you during this challenge. our actors delivered truly incredible performances, and i'm so proud of everyone involved. thank you all for your contributions, whether you were onstage or giving your applause. I look forward to seeing you all in future productions. please, read over this playbill to remember the incredible performances.

- ilana 🌹

MARVEL

oh, I see stars by @auroracalisto

Steve Rogers x Reader | His angel, the soul with stars in their eyes. he was lost without them. He was lost without you.

first date, last night by @intrepidacious

40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader | You were supposed to go on a date tonight, but Bucky just had to interfere. It doesn't make any sense, either. It's not like there's anything going on between the two of you.

Never Planned On You by @hellotvshowtrash

Sam Wilson x Reader | You finally admit your feelings to Sam.

his little crush by @romancherry

pre!serum steve rogers x 1940′s!bucky barnes (romantic) ; pre!serum steve rogers x male!reader (platonic) | Steve comes out of the closet.

How 'Bout A Dance by @lady-salvatore

Bucky Barnes x Fem!1940s!Reader

where you decide to stay by @imaginearyparties (me)

Nomad! Steve Rogers x Reader | All you've ever known is the lonely life. If you're not careful, you just might let Steve Rogers convince you of something more.

ten minutes by @yelenabelovq

Carol Danvers x Reader | 18+ | She was brilliant and golden. But nothing gold can stay. Based off The Next Ten Minutes from The Last Five Years.

never such a night before by @ambrosiase

40s!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader | 18+ | At least the moon would remember them.

Call It Love by @sweetascanbee

Bucky Barnes x Reader | As much of an expert as you were in pain, Bucky Barnes had introduced you to a novel strain, a kind of pain that encased your entire being down to the last atom, the kind of pain that left you breathless and sated, and yet still, wanting more.

TEEN WOLF

No One Is Alone by @thesewordsareallihavetogive

Derek Hale x Braeden | Derek has been distant and Braeden finally finds out why. Inspired by the song “No One Is Alone” from Into the Woods.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

She Used To Be Mine by @yn-ymn-yln

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader | After Elijah turns Y/n she asks him to fix the mistake that he made.

My Dancing Queen by @mrs-maximoff-kenner

Lizzie Saltzman x Reader

#ip theater challenge #marvel masterlist #writing challenge #ilanas writing challenge #tvd fanfic #marvel fic #teen wolf fic #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #lizzie saltzman x reader

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lokivariantslover · 3 years

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dad? FATWS imagine

This is pure angst there is no fluff, it's just angst. Reader is gender neutral and I imagined them as a teen maybe 15-17 but you can do whatever you wanna do with it. I also wrote them as Steve's biological child who was created by Howard but that's another story if y'all are down for them IDK. *ALSO FATWS SPOILERS FOR EPISODE FOUR!

UNCLE SAM X ROGERS!READER X UNCLE BUCKY

Rogers!YN POV

As Walker jumps out the window I approach my uncles. {just go with it please lol}

“He has the serum? How’d he get the serum?”

“I don’t know but it’s not good” Sam huffs out

My eyes widen comically as I realize, “He’s gonna kill him”

Sprinting, I jump out the window and run after John, not quite able to catch up to him with his newfound super strength speed.

Finally catching up, I loose my breath seeing him lift the shield, about to smash the innocent kid with it.

“NO STOP JOHN NO”

I sprint towards them, shoving the innocent kid away just as John brings down the shield.

“JOHn STOP” I put my hands up to try to resist it but he’s blinded by his rage. Pulling it back and away from the resistance, before I could stop it he is straight down into my abdomen and all I can see is red.

“WALKER”

Smash.

I can feel my stomach rip open.

“STOP Ple-“

Smash.

The blood starts to spill everywhere.

“WAIt stop it’s”

Smash.

It’s dripping down my hands now.

“John I’m sorry I”

Smash. Smash.

I can’t feel my feet. Why CAN’T I FEEL MY FEET!

“stop”

Smash.

The blood starts to come out of my mouth

“please”

Smash.

Finally he stops, pulling back. I turn my head, trying to get the attention of anyone. Just one of the many people watching.

“help i-I can’t. I can’t”

I start to see red as I spot Uncle Bucky and Sam running? Walking towards me.

“Y/N oh my god”

Someone falls beside me but I can’t see who it is. Someone else pushes Walker away, He’s still holding the shield with blood, my blood, dripping off of it.

Suddenly I feel something cold on my head.

“Bucky? I-i don’t know what. I can't. I can't” It hurts to breathe.

“Stay with my okay? Keep your eyes open”

Sam.

I struggle to turn my head to face him.

“Sam I can’t It hurts too much”

Suddenly I feel pain, so much pain.

“It hurts, why does it hurt?” I start crying. Nothing makes sense I dont understand what’s happening.

“I’m sorry sweetheart we have to put pressure okay? Just until the ambulance comes.” Sam says.

“No, no it hurts too much I don’t want it please.”

Too much. There’s too much pain it hurts.

“Y/n, look at me.” Uncle Buck says, turning my face towards him, “C’mon doll you have to stay with me okay? Look at me”

He’s crying to. Why is he crying? Why am I crying”

“I want my dad! Uncle buck I want my dad”

I see him glance at something? He’s looking at Uncle Sam.

“He’s not here sweetheart you gotta stay here okay?

“No. NO! It hurts. I want him”

I want my dad!

“Y/n listen,” Sam “Your dad’s not here but I need you to stay here okay? I need you to stay with me and Buck.

“I can’t.my legs- I can’t feel it and it hurts. Too much I-.”

I can feel my words slur as my world falls apart.

“Y/n.. doll stay here... cmon sweetheart”

“yn please look at me”

“angel open your eyes”

I do open my eyes, and I see “Dad!”

“Hi angel”

#fatws #tfatws #falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson imagine #bucky Barnes imagine #Steve rogers imagine #fatws imagine #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #sam wilson x reader #bucky Barnes x reader #sam wilson x Bucky Barnes #rogers!reader #Steve rogers x child!reader #angst #fatws angst

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swfteverlqrk · 2 years

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Marshmallows.

Steve x fem! Reader

Day 2 of Christmas countdown

Warnings: mention of food.

A/N: I was dying of sleep but I wanted to write you something,I'm sorry if it's bad.

Remember that English isn't my first language and all my stories are for Tumblr only.

Christmas had arrived to the compound, which meant the place smelled like pine and candy cane all over the place, the sun really did something for the place but there was something missing... The decorations for Christmas, so after 3 tries of gathering everyone, you arrived with your clipboard to read all you needed to.

"Ok, so, Team 1, Wanda, Tony and Sam, third floor and roof"

"Why us?" Wanda asked with her arms crossed.

"Cause you know how to fly..." You answered without looking up, like if the answer was obvious.

"She is so bossy" Stark said, according to him, quietly.

"Hey! I heard that" those three laughed.

"Team 2, which is first and second floor ,Nat, Bucky and Peter" The Spiderman smiled but the other two... They weren't that excited.

"How we end up with a teen in the team?" Bucky said looking at Peter.

"That was rude" you scold him.

"See? Bossy" Wanda said making Tony laugh.

"Anyway" you scoffed "That means that Rogers and Rhodey are on my team, which is living room, kitchen and outside, to work"

Everyone looked at each other and at the same time they said "Bossy"

The day passed, and after fights, broken spheres and tangled lights, the compound was finished.

"It's Christmas officially" you said excited looking at the three which made Steve smile, it wasn't a secret he liked you and you felt the same, except for you two.

"I have an idea" Tony spoke while giving his robots boxes to put away "Careful or I'll send you to a college"

"Tony,the idea" Natasha broke the 'fight'

"Right... Let's watch a Christmas movie"

"That sounds good, which one?" Steve asked while sitting

"Home alone" Stark proposed

Everyone agreed, and Bucky and Steve were excited to watch it.

"I'll go make hot chocolate" you said and walked to the kitchen,

"I'll help you" the Captain reached you, while you were preparing it, he looked nervous.

"Is everything okay Rogers?"

He woke up from his thoughts "yeah, well, I need to tell you something" you turned to see him, and now you were face to face. "I... like you, yn, I really do...a lot, and it's fine if you don't, but, you know? I wanted to-"

You interrupted him "Steve...I like you too" both smiled and then a silence arrived. "Would you like marshmallows in your chocolate?"

"No, thanks, I don't like it"

"YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE?" You shouted really offended, Wanda ran there.

"What is going on?"

"Steve doesn't likes marshmallow with the chocolate" the red head took her hand to get chest,like her heart was broken.

"WHAT?! does he hates love?" Steve just shook his head, regretting it.

"Ok, yn, I'll try it,just for you"

"See? He knows who is in charge"

And this time Steve was the one who said "Bossy"

#marvel #avengers x y/n #steve x reader #steve rogers #steve x you #captain america

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moiravim · 1 year

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Mob!Dad!Bucky x teen!YN

Summary: Bucky is your dad. Even though he's a mob boss, he makes sure your safe no matter what.

You woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep so you walked out to find your dad. You frowned as you saw your uncle Steve sitting at the counter. He only stayed on you and your dad's floor when Bucky was working.

"Hey kid... Trouble sleeping?" He asks as he gives you a sad smile. You nod. "I want my dad..."

He sighs before grabbing your hand and walking you to the couch. He pulls you into his side as the two of you cuddle into the couch.

He put on your favorite movie and you fell asleep with your head in his lap.

You woke up to your dad, Bucky carrying you to you bed. "Dad!" You shouted as you jumped up to hug him.

He chuckles before adjusting you so that he could hug you back. "I missed you." He says as he placed you on the bed and pulled out a small box from his pocket.

He opens it and presents a beautiful crystal bracelet with a heart charm in the middle.

"A lot happened last night... But everything will be okay. This bracelet has a tracking device in it. It will help me keep you safe. Just never take it off." He says with a serious tone.

You nod as he helps you put it on your wrist. "Thank you dad. It's beautiful. And... thank you for keeping me safe." His serious face turns into a smile.

"Come on sweetie, it's about time you get some fresh air. How about we go to the park?" You nod before you get up to start getting dressed.

You never really got to leave your dad's property, even the park was owned by him. But that's how you both liked it. It felt safe.

Sam, your bodyguard and Bucky's best friend was already waiting for the two of you to get ready so he could walk you to the park.

As you, your dad, and Sam walked to the park you saw all the extra guards and started to become nervous.

You stood closer to your dad and held his hand. He looked down at you and when he saw how nervous you were he drew shapes on your hand with his thumb.

"Everything's alright, sweetie. They're just there in case. I won't let anything happen to you." Bucky says, reassuringly.

The two of you walk the park until sundown and go home to rest. He tucks you in bed and kisses your forehead before going to his office to get some work done.

Bucky will keep you safe no matter what. He just wishes you knew that.

#marvel x reader #yandere bucky barnes #yandere marvel #mob bucky x reader #mob bucky fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #dad bucky x reader #bucky x teen!reader #overprotective bucky barnes #bucky barnes x teen!reader #marvel dads

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cherryblossomflowers · 3 years

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Day 1: Battery Operated

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The apple pie life isn't always sunshine and rainbows, especially when Dean is having a little trouble getting things together for his step-child's Christmas morning.

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

A/N: Day 1 of my writing challenge! *The reader had a child (Emily) before meeting Dean, so he is a step-father (in case any confusion).* Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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"I don't understand how in the hell you can fix any problem with the Impala, but when it comes to putting a dollhouse together, you're basically up shit creek without a paddle," YN said to her fiancé.

Dean rolled his eyes at her and looked back down at the instructions, "Yes, but I've known how to do that since I was a teen. This shit," he points to the paper, "is the most complicated thing I've ever seen in my life."

YN laughed as she took the instructions out of Dean's hands, "Honey, they gave you all the information right here."

A blush covered Dean's face, "Yeah," he nervously laughed, "About that..."

"You haven't been reading the instructions, have you?"

A silence fell in the Bunker. A pin dropping could be heard. But the daggers YN cast at Dean with her eyes were enough sound to frighten him.

"I-I thought it was a simple thing. It looked easy to build. And I was using the box as a visual," Dean spoke cautiously.

"Seriously, Dean? This has to be done tonight. Hell, it should've been done days ago."

"I'm sorry! I've been at work and so have you. It seemed easier to build on the box, I guess."

"Dean Winchester, I swear," YN let out a breath as she looked at her watch, "If we get to work now, we should get it done by about 3:00am. And that should give us enough time to get a couple hours of sleep before Emily wakes us up."

"Wait, we? No, no, honey. Go on to bed. I can handle this," Dean tried to take the instructions back from his fiancé.

YN moved the instructions out of reach, "Nice try, Winchester. But this is one instance that I think you need a woman's help. You forget, Emily and I have been on our own before. And I've built a few dollhouses in my time."

A small sigh escaped Dean's lips, "I know, but...the thing is...I want Emily to have what I didn't."

"W-what?" YN asked him with a confused expression.

"Emily is growing up in a world without monsters and stuff. She has a normal childhood. Sam and I had to make our own Christmas when we were kids. There was no magic, no joy, no 'holiday cheer'. It was just lock the door...and hope Dad will come back alive," Dean sulked.

YN walked up to him and kissed the top of his head, "Dean, you know that Emily loves you, right? She adores you. Even if you give her a pile of dollhouse parts for Christmas."

"I think you mean Santa giving her a...pile of dollhouse parts for Christmas," Dean winced at the different pieces of the dollhouse.

"So then let's get to work," YN opened the instructions, "The wide pieces are the front and back of the first floor."

Dean held up large pieces of the dollhouse, "These?"

YN nodded, "And there are two taller pieces that look similar to it. But one has a battery side to it."

"Yeah, you just had to get the remote controlled dollhouse, didn't you?" Dean asked with sarcasm.

"Hey, it's just like the one I had as a kid. Just a little more advanced," YN rolled her eyes, "Now the roof is tricky because of the battery operation feature. So try and-"

Suddenly, the two heard a voice coming from the hallway, "What!? Santa brought the dollhouse I wanted!?"

They whipped their heads to the side and saw Emily standing in the hallway, dressed in her Christmas pajamas and a huge smile on her face.

YN turned and mumbled to Dean, "This could've been avoided if you just looked at the damn instructions."

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Masterlist

My Cherry Blossoms

@mlovesstories @adorable-minibot @kitwithnokat

@idksupernatural @desiredposion @thevelvetseries @let-me-luve-you

@obsessedwithfandomsx @mangueweaschester @starchildwild @deans-baby-momma

@spnbaby-67 @unicornmadness2444

@emery--nicole--morrison @spnfamily-j2 @akshi8278 @avocadogirl216

@imthedoctorlove @wecantgiggleitsafandom

#spn #supernatural #Dean Winchester #Dean #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #CherryBlossomWritingChallenge

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sweetlyocs · 5 years

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sunshine

«part one» pairing: reader x Holland family words: 2071 warnings: none as of right now, just softness? a/n: here is the first actual chapter of sunshine - if you want to be tagged feel free to send me a message or ask so I can add you into a document for it!

The air smelt fresh, the trees and grass still held dew from the cool night prior to my arrival. The streets were quiet, but what else was to be expected - it was only 5:48 in the morning. No one would really be out of bed, no one that you knew anyways.

“Here ya go m’love. Are you sure someones gon be home? It seems awfully quiet in there...” The kind and worn voice evicted you from your mind. “Oh, no I’ll be fine. Thank you though, I’m sure you’re awfully tired after a busy night.” Sharing a smile with the taxi driver, you handed him the money, with a sweet tip for his troubles.

You slowly made your way through the gate of the silent house, beginning to feel the sun peek through the dense cloud. Quietly, you began fishing through the flower pots to find the hidden key to the house, silently and slowly making your way through the front door. Dropping off your bags to the lounge room, you began making your way upstairs. You knew he would be mad with being woken up long before he intended but you missed him too much.

Shaking your head, a soft smile graced your face, he still slept the same. Slightly diagonal across the bed, holding a pillow under his arm, his head barely touching it. The covers were tied around his body, like a snake wrapped around their prey to keep them still. Steadily, you made your way over to his body, reaching out a hand and stroking his mop of hair.

“Sam...Saam...Sammy, wake up bear. Come on, wakey wakey. Say hello to your sunshineee… Sam. Sam!” As hands began swatting you away, grumbles and gurgling met your ears, and yet he wondered why you kept that same little name for him. He truly was like a bear in so many ways. “Sam come on... Wake up”

Shifting in his bed, his eyes began fluttering open. You could see the exhaustion in him, his eyes still clouded with sleep.

“YN? What the hell are you doing here.. Is this a dream?” Shifting slightly to make sure you were completely in his line of sight. You spoke to him in a soft yet lovingly mocking way, “Awe you dream of me? You’re adorable Sam!”

You let out a laugh as a smile began to grow on his face. Shaking his head, Sam began to sit up on his bed. His hands rose to his face, rubbing at his eyes then finding their way to his bed in an attempt to keep his balance. Whilst his focus was on trying to wake himself up more, you focused on how much he had changed. Sam had grown into more of a man while you had been apart, his face began to lose more of it’s boyish charm but it was still the same one that made you smile when he overreacted to the slightest things. His hair had grown a fair bit, you liked it when it was longer. Being able to run your fingers through it had always been an easy way to calm yourself in moments of stress. His shoulders had begun to broaden too, when that happened you weren’t sure, but it was something that caught you off guard. He was still that little boy though, the one that made you smile and helped you break out of your shell. He kept you safe, and sane a lot more than he thought, forever being the one thing in your mind that made you feel like everything was okay. The same boy whose existence in your life had you being thankful for every moment you had with him. You had no idea what you would’ve done if he wasn’t around anymore.

“Come here then you weirdo, give us a hug. I’ve missed you so freaking much!” Sitting down on his bed you couldn’t help but melt into his arms. The smell of his favourite cologne filtered through your system, the warmth and security that was felt through his arms was more than welcomed.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.. I didn’t know what to expect when I saw you to be completely honest” Pulling back you looked into Sam’s eyes, cupping his face, you realised just how much you missed him. You thought back to how lost and scared you had been feeling, with just that moment though, the bad memories and sense of uneasiness dissipated. You were here, with Sam. A shirtless and more built Sam.. what the hell happened to your little bear?

“What’s with the face sunshine? You look confused…” The worry was easy to detect in his voice.

“When did you get hot?” The words seemed to tumble out of your mouth on their own accord. All you were met with was laughter so loud it rang through your ears and your entire body.

“Man I’ve missed you..” He said softly.

Sitting in the kitchen as you waited for everyone else to wake up, you couldn’t help but look around and notice all the small changes that had been made in your absence. The clock had changed, the vase was moved to another table, pictures had been swapped and changed but it still felt like home. Movement could be heard through the house, doors opening and closing, hushed yells that began to grow in strength. Sam’s name being called as you connected eyes across the kitchen, both of you smiling into your mugs of steaming tea.

“Oi Sam! Have you seen my hoodie? The grey one? I can’t seem to fi- holy fucking hell, Y/N is that you?” Arms locked themselves around you, pulling you closer than you thought possible. “Hi Harry! Sorry, it seems that I’ve stolen yet another Holland hoodie... Goodness I’ve missed you so much. Your hair’s gotten curlier I see”

Smiling at the sight of freckles and curls, wiping them out of the way of his eyes, you truly forgot how much time had passed since you’d seen them in person. You were met with kind eyes and a soft voice as he sat down next to you, stealing your drink and wrapping an arm around you as he answered your questions.

“Harry what have I told you about swea- oh hello love, did you have a nice flight? You look awfully pale, have you had something to eat yet?” Nikki was the next to venture into the room, age was embracing her like sunlight to a blooming flower. She was every part the amazing woman that you wished and aspired to be, and an even greater mother. You were forever thankful that she adopted you into her loving and supportive family.

“Wait, Mum... you knew she was coming?” Sam’s puzzled voice broke through the chaos that was the Holland house.

“Of course I did, just because she wanted to surprise all you boys doesn’t mean I didn’t know! Plus who do you think sent us the invitations for that gala in a few days hmm?”

Collective groans were heard through the room as the gala was mentioned. Nikki walked through to the kettle as she shook her head, the three young adults seemed to miss the smile that fell onto her lips as she did so though. Their voices being drowned out by her as she made some tea and breakfast.

“Well if that was Harry’s reaction to seeing you I can’t wait for Pads to come back from Tom’s place, he’s gonna have a bloody heart attack!” Sam laughed out. Harry soon joining in as you hit his arm. “Oi! Watch it there pretty lady..” He laughed at you.

“If you think Pads is going to have a big reaction wait til’ Tom sees her, now that is going to be good,” Harry spoke aloud as he took another sip of tea.

“What’s that meant to mean?” You spoke out with some confusion, surely you hadn’t missed too much...or grown too much?

“Bloody hell you don’t remember?” Sam laughed out. “Sunshine, he thought the sun shined out ya ass. And we swore you had the biggest crush on him, you and Tom were one hunned percent endgame, swear!”

“Me? Crush on T? You’re insane! No, if it was anyone I had a crush on it was Harry... Oi! Watch where you’re choking on that tea dickhead.” You were able to move away from Harry as he spluttered with the still hot liquid. “Anyways,” You continued whilst rolling your eyes, “What do you mean Sam? I was nothing but a shy teenager who freaked out when people even looked her in the eye. I was terrified of Twaine when I first met him too, don’t you remember?”

All that you were met with was a string of laughter from the twins, you rolled your eyes and took your mug from Harry’s hands into your own. “Oh shut up you two!”

Almost an hour later a young lad came barrelling through the door whining, “-s, so you’re wrong tom! And you lost and you’re being nothing but a sore loser because, because!”

“Because he’s awfully upset that you’re the best looking Holland boy in the family Pads. Isn’t that right T?”

Now Patrick Holland was many things, he was strong, sensitive, extremely kind and super loud. Those were a few things many people who knew him understood. But one thing that some didn’t know concerned you, you were his favourite person in the entire world, next to his mum of course. His brothers and dad couldn’t begin to touch the mantle that you were on, which was hilarious to both you and Nikki because you had only been in his life since he was seven. So that was roughly seven going on eight years of his life. No one thought his head could turn so fast, but as his eyes met yours and his brain processed what he could see right in front of him, tears were already forming. For the both of you.

“YN? Is it really you?” The slight nod of your head was all that he needed to run at you and slam right into your chest.

You held onto him tightly. He had been so much smaller the last time you saw him, you swore it. Now, however, he was coming into his full blown teen years. He wasn’t the tiny little boy who wanted to teach you how to properly take down his brothers in a game of soccer, or the same boy who used to run to you to have you sing his favourite songs when he was sick. He didn’t need you to hold him tight when a huge storm rolled through the quiet nights, but you relished in the fact that he missed you. He wasn’t scared to run and hug you, or the fact that he had tears forming in his eyes at the sight of you. In a few ways he was still your sweet little freckled angel, that you swore you would protect until your dying breath. He meant that much to you.

Lifting your head you made eye contact with the eldest Holland, smiling at his shocked face, you looked at how much of a man, an extremely good looking and attractive man, that Tom had become.

“Hey T, spiderman treating you well then is he? Sure looks like it!”

You sent him a small wink and laughed at how his face morphed from shock to smugness and sass. “Well it looks like the academy has been treating you more than fine too, hmm. I see your confidence has grown.”

Letting go of Paddy and walking towards Tom, you pulled him into a hug as well. “You sure that’s all you notice that’s grown since we saw each other last?”

He was laughing slightly at your comment, with that same boyish grin he had since the moment you met him. He rolled his eyes at your comment and laid his arm around your shoulders.

“Missed you too sweetheart...” Walking into the kitchen with you under his arm, he began quizzing you on everything you had been up to. The conversation between all of you seemed neverending, like you had never stepped out of each others lives.

You had missed this, you wish that it never had to end, but eventually, the sun must set…

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All Coming Back to Me

A/N: This was written for @girl-next-door-writes 500 followers celebration challenge. I've been working on this for a while, but I’m still not entirely happy about it, I just have to post before I scrap the whole thing. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated. Betaed by the awesome @thorne93.

Prompt: It's All Coming Back To Me - Meatloaf

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, Dean being a dick for a moment.

Wordcount: 3190

The GIF i recieved as a prompt. It fits in with the first flashback, but my computer is being stupid and it wont let me move it.

Dean Winchester and I have known each other almost all of my life. Our fathers were both hunters and sometimes I would stay with the Winchesters or Sam and Dean would stay with us. We were in our teens the first time we slept together, Dean was eighteen, I was sixteen. Our relationship, if you can call it that, evolved from there, but we were never exclusive, we never had any conversations about what we were.

Over the years we grew closer, and when Sam left for Stanford, and John and Dean had a falling out, Dean came to find me. He cruised up our driveway and asked me to come with him, told me it would be him, me, the open roads and whatever cases we wanted to take. I didn't even hesitate to jump in that shiny, black Impala of his and leave everything I knew behind. I was a good hunter, but I had never been hunting without my dad, and he was not pleased with me when I left.

For a while it was great. We hunted monsters, we helped people, and we saved lives. The adrenaline was taken out in between the thin sheets of whatever motel we were staying at.

Dean and John made up at some point and I was sure he would go running back to his father, but to my surprise he stayed with me. John was not happy about it, but after some convincing, he let Dean do his thing, with the promise that they would check in with each other every once in awhile.

We were free. Dean was free from his father’s grip, he was free from the responsibility of looking out for his little brother, he was free to be his own man, and damn if it isn't the best man I have known in my life. We were happy.

Then it all started to go down hill, John hadn't checked in, and Dean was starting to panic. He dropped me off at home and then he left to go find Sam so that the two of them could find their father. I didn't mind. I knew that that was something the two of them had to do alone, and I figured maybe they could make up, save their relationship.

John wasn't easy to find. They were on the road for months before I saw Dean again, they came to my house, all banged up and in need of help and shelter. Dean got a few stitches and Sam got his shoulder relocated.

“Where is your dad?” Dean asked as you searched the fridge for some food to offer them.

“He's on a hunt. He only left yesterday, so he won't be home anytime soon.”

“And you didn't go with him?” Dean questioned, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not this time.” You pulled your head out of the fridge, giving up on trying to find something edible. Dean reached for you and got a fistfull of you shirt, pulling you so close to him that you were toe to toe. Your eyes searched his familiar, emerald orbs and it made your heart flutter.

“I've missed you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“I've missed you too, Dean,” you admitted. His perfectly plump lips were on yours before you knew what was happening and you instantly melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers gliding through his short hair. You let all that is Dean consume you, his smell, his taste, the small moan he made as you sucked his lower lip into your mouth. It always surprised you how much passion there still was between you two, every time with him felt like your first time and it made your knees go weak and butterflies soar through your entire body.

You pulled apart long enough to order Sam a pizza before dragging Dean upstairs to your room.

“I've missed that too,” Dean said with a satisfied grin as the two of you cuddled up next to each other, a thin sheen of sweat covering you both.

“How long are you staying?” you tried, your head resting on his chest, your fingers tangled with his.

“We have to leave first thing,” he started, placing a soft kiss to your head. “We found Dad, he's working on something big and he needs out help,” he explained.

You sat up in the bed, curling your legs up under you and wrapping your blanket around you. “What? You found him? What are you guy's after?” The questions just fell out of you. He had promised to come back for you the moment he found John, why hadn't he?

“I don't want to tell you everything, but it's big. And when we’re done, I'll come get you and we can be together again.” There was no dishonesty in his eyes.

You wanted to tell him then how you felt about him, that you loved him and had loved him for years now. Those three little words had never been said by either one of you, but Dean had always made you feel loved so you thought, hoped, that he might love you back. Why else would he be here? Why else would he take you with him when he went off on his own? Why else would he tell you now that he would come for you as soon as this hunt was done?

“Dean?”

“Mm?”

“I.. I need you to be safe, okay? I want you back in one piece,” you said. Yes, you wanted to tell him that you loved him, but not until he could be yours completely.

“I promise,” he responded with a warm smile, pushing a strand of stray hair behind your ear before pressing his lips softly to yours.

About a year went by before I saw Dean again, but we kept in contact, phone calls and text messages whenever he could. I was off doing my own thing, hunting on my own, maybe I was hoping that I would cross paths with him on one of my cases, but I never did.

I got a taste of the hunter's life, it was lonely and scary. Atleast when I was with Dean, or my dad, there was someone who had my back, someone who could help patch me up when I got injured. It didn't take long before I was back home, ready to hang up my salt rifle, at least until Dean came back.

The familiar roar of the Impala sounded through the quiet August afternoon. The sun hung low on the sky and the Impala left a cloud of dust behind it as it made it's way up the dry, dirt road. Your heart stilled as you watched him get closer and closer, and when he finally stopped and got out, you didn't hesitate to run up and wrap your arms around him. He melted into your touch for the briefest of seconds and then he pushed you off of him. You took a step back and let your eyes search his handsome features. He was different, he had changed.

“Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” you asked with furrowed brows, noticing that something wasn't right.

“Can we talk?” he questioned.

“Uhm.. yeah. Just go around back and I'll go grab us some beer.”

You watched Dean round the corner towards your back patio before you went inside to get the beverages from the fridge. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach and you knew that whatever it was that Dean wanted to talk about, it wasn't good.

“So, how is the case going?” you asked after handing him a beer, taking a seat on the bench next to him.

“It's going. The demon we hunted is dead, but the case isn't over,” Dean explained without looking at you.

“So why are you here? I thought you weren't coming back until the case was completed.”

“I'm here to tell you that I won't be coming back for you at all,” he said, finally locking eyes with yours.

It was like the air was knocked from your lungs and you could feel the sting of the tears trying to reach your eyes. “Why?”

“Because we’re not silly kids anymore, and I can't have you slowing me down.” Dean took a long pull of his beer before he continued. “Look, we had our fun, but it's done.”

“Fun? Was that all this was for you? Dean, I love you, and I really thought you might love me too,” you said, anger getting to you.

“Aww.. Sweetheart. You thought this was love?” Dean asked condescendingly. He hated doing this to you. Of course he loved you, he had always loved you, but the truth of the matter was that he had no more than a year left to live, and he couldn’t drag you into his shit.

“That's bull shit. I know we never talked about any of this before, but I know you must have felt it too. I know that some part of you feels something for me.” You got to your feet, your voice raising slightly as you tried to wrap your mind around what was going on.

“I came to you when I was lonely, when I needed a distraction. That's not love. I didn't even call you when I almost died in a car crash, or when my dad died. What kind of relationship is that? You have always been convenient (YN), but you have turned into a burden. That's what I came to tell you. Thanks for the beer.” With that he got up from his chair, ready to walk out of your life for good it seemed like.

You tried your best to wrap your head around what was happening, searching through memories to try and find some truth in his words. Maybe your mind was clouded by the love you had for this man, but the Dean Winchester you knew would never treat you like this. “Why are you saying all this? Please just let me know what's going on,” you pleaded with him, but to no avail.

“I'm done (YN), just let me leave.”

He didn't even look back as he walked away from you. You stood frozen in place, a massive lump was burning in your throat as tears welled in your eyes. You tried to keep it together, to stay calm, to tell yourself that something else was going on here, but as soon as you heard the roar of the Impala it all came crashing down on you. Tears streamed down your face as your throat closed up and it got harder and harder to breathe.

About a year after Dean had left my house that day, I got word that he had died. A month or so after that I went to see Bobby Singer to get some answers, and boy did I get answers. Dean had sold his soul to save Sam, which didn't really surprise me at all, but he didn't get the standard ten year contract, instead he had gotten one year. I understood then why he had been so cruel to me, why he had pushed me away, but it didn't ease my pain in the slightest. In fact, it just made me angrier at him. Instead of being honest with me, he had chosen to lie, to break my heart. I didn't doubt that he thought that was for the best, Dean always did what he thought would be best even if it didn't always end so good for him. By the time I left Bobby’s house I was furious with Dean, but I set out searching for Sam, wanting to help him find a way to bring his brother back.

Sam was in a bad place when I finally found him, something that Bobby had warned me about, but it didn't stop me from going after him. I think I spent the whole of five minutes with Sam before he sent me packing, telling me not to look for him. Right then I was done. I was done with the self sacrificing Winchesters, I was done longing for a man that tossed me aside and I was done hunting.

Soon after that I got my first job, waitressing in a small family owned diner just a couple of hours from my home town. I worked there for six year's before the woman who owned it got sick and her son was set to take over. He wanted nothing to do with the place and when he wanted to sell it I saw an opportunity and I took all of my savings, got a loan and bought the place. That was a year ago. It had been the best decision I had ever made, the diner was doing good. We had quite a few regulars that was in every day and we had a lot of customers that were just passing through and I had a great staff. The diner had become my home, my life. I was truly happy.

Dean Winchester had a tendency to pop up in my mind though, but it was all good memories. I got word that he was back from the dead not long after I started working here, but I always figured that he would come look for me if he wanted to, which he never did. I have dated a little bit, had a couple of short term relationships, but I never found anyone that made me feel like Dean did and now I'm starting to realize that I probably never will.

Which brings us to today. It started out like every other day, morning coffee, breakfast and paperwork at the diner. Lucy, one of my waitresses and Luke, my chef was getting ready to open up and greet our regular morning crowd. The little bell over the door chimed, signaling that our first customers had come and Lucy was right out there with that charming smile of hers, showing them to a booth. I was still in the kitchen, going over this week’s order with Luke.

“Do you mind taking their orders? My husband just texted me that Spencer woke up with a fever and I need to call him back,” she explained. Lucy was a model employee, she was a hard worker and the only times she missed work was when her son was sick.

“Of course. Do you want me to call in Brenda so you can go home?” I asked.

“Thank you, but I'll call home and get a better idea of what's going on first,” she answered with a smile before heading out the back door.

I tied an apron around my waist and headed for the table to take their orders.

“What can I get you two today?” I ask with a friendly voice, not really looking at them.

“(YN)?” I didn't really need to look up to see who it was, the voice was a little deeper than I remembered, but I would recognize that voice anywhere.

“Dean?” I breathe out. He was older, and I could see that the year's had been rough on him, but he was every bit as handsome as I remembered. His piercing green eyes, the freckles that dusted his nose, his chiseled jaw and his plump lips. Everything around me disappeared as I looked into his eyes and all of a sudden I was dragged back eight years, and all I could remember was the last things he had ever said to me. I didn't even think, my legs moving on their own accord, all but running away from him and out into the crisp morning air.

It had been eight year's, but right now it felt like it was only yesterday that he had broken my heart and it took all my strength not to break down right here on the sidewalk.

“(YN);” he called out behind me.

“I can't do this Dean.” I turn to look at him, he's walking towards me with a pained expression on his face.

“I'm sorry,” he starts, stopping right in front of me, so close that we’re almost toe to toe. “I've missed you so much,” he whispers, searching my eyes.

“You’re about eight year's too late with that apology.”

“I know. I wanted to come find you, but I heard you were out. I didn't want to drag you back into all this crap.”

“You broke me, Dean. Completely.” A few tears escaped my eyes and Dean instantly wrapped his arms around me. The familiarity of his touch was overwhelming and comforting at the same time, so much so that I didn't even fight him. I just stood there, accepting the affection he gave me.

“Leaving you was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but I needed to make sure that you wouldn't come looking for me.”

I barely register the words as I lose myself in his embrace, letting him surround me completely like he has done so many times before. Memories creeps back into my mind. Images of me and Dean and the comfort he always gave me whenever I was hurt, the smile he always managed to put on my lips and the love he made me feel. “I wish you had been honest with me. Or that you had come to find me when you got back.”

He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me away slightly so that he can look at me, I don't even try to hide the tears pooling in my eyes. “I love you, (YN), I have since we were kids. I hated myself for breaking the promise I gave you, not to mention the things I said to you, but for as long as I can remember I've had one mission in life and that is to protect Sammy. That's not an excuse for what I did, but it's what happened.”

He looked so vulnerable, more so than I had ever seen before, and for the second time this morning, my body acted on it's own accord and I pressed my lips softly to his. It didn't matter what he had said or done eight years ago, there was never going to be anyone who could take Dean's place in my heart, it's as simple as that.

For a week Sam and Dean stayed in town. Dean and I spent every free second together, catching up, being together, making love. Dean's betrayal was still fresh in my mind, but with every gentle touch and with every tender kiss the words he had spoken faded and were instead replaced with new memories. We were finally together, like we had wanted to be all those years ago and even if I knew he was leaving soon, it was more than I could ever have hoped for.

It was hard to see him go again, but this time I was sure he was coming back.

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Sugar, Butter & Flour ~ CEO!SteveRogers x Baker!Reader (A Christmas Series)

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by AgentLlamaSocks

Steve Rogers is a Grinch, he pushes through the Christmas holidays with a smile for his young daughter, Sarah. The widower doesn’t enjoy the holidays and would rather focus on his work at the ‘Avengers Law Firm’ but with an upcoming ‘Christmas Wrap Party’ at the firm, his path becomes entwined with (YN) (LN), the owner of a small bakery who’s catering for the event and has managed to steal the heart of Steve’s young daughter. Will he fall for the young baker? Or will his bitterness toward the Christmas holidays and his grief keep him from finding happiness again during the ‘happiest time of the year’? - INSPIRED BY HALLMARK CHRISTMAS MOVIES! <3

Words: 6042, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Peggy Carter, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Nick Fury

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader

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Sprained Ankle

Warnings: cussing, injuries, Doctor Sexy

Words: None

Summary: Dean makes YN pay for her mistake on hunt.

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Dean x Teen!Reader Platonic

Prompt: “Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

“You did not listen, YN! I told you not to go to that party, and then I had to rescue you! With an injury, no less! You’re like my little sister. If something would have happened to you-” he stopped abruptly.

YN exhaled loudly in defeat.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized quietly. “Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.” YN felt horrible that she caused so much trouble. “I can handle it.”

“No, I’m not putting you down until we get to your bed. Then you are not to move, you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she hid in his neck from the constant ache radiating from her ankle.

“We’ll talk about your punishment after you work through this pain.” Dean softened.

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“No.”

“Yes, I’m fine, Dean.”

“I know that. This is what happens when you don’t follow the rules.”

“I’m seventeen! I’m not even related to you!” YN shouted.

“Fine, then. GET OUT! See how long you last out there without help! You’re a female, teenaged hunter!”

“No!” Sam stomped in. “Knock it off, you two. She’s staying. You’re not kicking her out. Get off your high horse and just deal with it.”

YN tried to stand and exit, but Sam crossed his arms and glared at her. YN plopped back down on her chair.

“She-“ Dean took a breath.

“I know she didn’t listen, but you kicking her out does not help.”

“I’m leaving!”

“I will tie you to that chair if you move!” Sam shouted toward YN.

“Why?! I’m not wanted here!” YN exclaimed.

“Oh, cool it!” Sam yelled.

Dean stared at the girl. She returned it.

“Fine,” YN stated.

“Two days of Doctor Sexy with me. That’s the punishment.” He grinned.

“No! Anything but that!” YN whined.

“That’s the price you gotta pay for being stupid,” Dean grinned.

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Summary- Charlie helps the Winchesters when Winchester sister (YN) gets in trouble.

Words: 930

Warnings: bullying (nothing graphic)

“I’m sorry for causing an issue, Dean.” Charlie put her head down and walked away from the police station with the older hunter.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but it’s kind of a rite of passage to get arrested. Lucky for you, you have me to be your knight in shining armor.” Dean grinned.

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“YN!” Sam shouted throughout the bunker.

“Yeah?” The teen walked to meet Sam’s voice.

“What’s this?” The older brother slammed a piece of paper down on the nearest table. Sam pointed to it and said, “what’s up with this lately?”

YN looked down to see her writing assignment with a big, red D on the top.

“It’s nothing, Sam.”

“We have been working really hard to maintain your grades since we moved to the bunker. You finally have some consistency in where we live, where you go to school… and you’re going to throw it away, just like that?”

“What? No!” YN gasped. “It was one day!”

“Mhmm. So what about all this too?” Sam turned the laptop screen toward her. D’s and F’s lined her graph of grades. “Talk.”

“I-” YN interrupted herself.

“Yes?” Sam crossed his arms.

“I don’t care, okay? Good for you, you were perfect and got to go to Stanford. Me? I’m just the stupid little sister.”

“You are not stupid and I am not perfect! Where is all this- what’s that?” With an open hand, Sam slowly touched a dark spot on her skin where her chin met her neck. She flinched. “Did you get a bruise?”

“Yeah. Playing sports in PE, somebody hit me too hard.”

“You’re a junior. Junior’s don’t take PE.” He turned her head so that the mark could be better seen in the light above them. “Shit, kid.”

“I can’t do my own homework because I have to do someone else’s. Or this happens.” YN pointed to her chin, tears about to fall down her face.

“Oh, sweetie. Come here,” he tried to hug her, but she pushed him away.

“I promise, I’m okay. But I have a question.”

“What’s that, YN?” Sam backed away to read her face.

“Can I be homeschooled?”

Sam didn’t respond right away. YN could tell he was thinking.

“I want to do well in school, but right now I can’t ‘cuz I’m doing well for someone else.”

“I think that is a family discussion question. Let’s talk to Dean and see what he thinks.”

“I don’t want to get in trouble. You know how he is!” YN started shaking.

“No, no. He’ll be fine. I think this is a good discussion for us to have, not a yelling match. It’s going to be okay. I think we need to both calm down for a minute. Dean’s out with Charlie right now anyway. Go do YOUR homework, please. I’m going to make dinner.”

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“Family meeting!” Dean called throughout the bunker. YN rolled her eyes. She knew how this was going to go.

YN walked into the common area and sat down at the table. Her brothers walked in.

“Number one, you should have told us about this a month ago,” Dean growled. “Two, I’m going to teach you how to fight and kick his-”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted. He saw YN fold into herself with no attempt to counter her brother. “Dean and I talked, and we think that home school may be a good option.”

YN smiled, about to join in the conversation.

“BUT-” Sam began, “Not until the new semester starts in a month.” YN’s face fell. “AND you will be going to the online school that is associated with your school that you go to right now. That allows you to still go to your school events and keep the same friends. Once a week you have to go in to turn in your work.”

“Really?” YN smiled.

“Until then, no more doing others’ homework, got it?” Dean asked a rhetorical question. YN nodded. “We talked to the school, and they have already made sure that kid is not going to be near you. The officer at your school will be trailing you between classes. Not next to you or anything, just keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t really like that, I don’t need a security guard,” YN sighed. “But whatever. I can deal.”

“Awesome. Starts tomorrow.”

After switching to homeschooling, YN performed at a higher level. She felt more confident in her ability to complete her work and her grades increased.

_______

“Oh, hey, Charlie!” YN walked quickly to the short tech geek and gave her a hug. “What are you doing in Lebanon?”

“Visiting my favorite Winchester,” she winked.

“I thought I was!” Dean scoffed.

“Sorry, Dean. She thinks I’m cooler.” YN laughed.

“I have a surprise for you,” Charlie led YN to the table where Charlie’s computer sat. “Look at this.”

YN bent down to see that her report card was displayed on the screen.

“My grades from last semester are all A’s and B’s. I’m confused.”

“I looked at the grades that other kid got and transferred them to you. I also gave him D’s and F’s, AKA your previous scores. I got ya, girl,” Charlie smiled. Before she could do anything else, Charlie was almost knocked over when YN ran into her for another hug. “No one will ever know. Promise.”

“Thank you, Charlie!” YN squeezed her tightly.

“Can’t. Breathe.”

“Sorry. Thank you, though. It’s amazing. Thank you.”

“Thank your brothers. They paid me with snacks.”

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