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Beauty Sleep

Marvel and Supernatural bingo

Square:Sleeping Beauty

Castiel x Archangel!Reader

Warning?: Reader seems bad, Twist on Sleeping Beauty/Snow White, Poisoning, Wicked Father,ect.

A/n: [This text is a memory]

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The loud clap of a book dropping on the table startled the brothers for their own research. "What the hell,Cas." The eldest said more then likely woken up for his half sleep mind set. "I found it." He said as he pointed to the thick book.

"Found the weapon that can restore balance." He explained further causing them to grow intrigued. It was the weapon they were looking for that could keep Angels in heaven,demons in hell,and other supernatural in purgatory. The one thing that can fix everything."Perfect where do we get it?" Sam asked as he pulled the book three times thicker then the largest dictionary towards him. "Where do we find her you mean." Castiel said making the Winchester's look at him confused.

Dean cleared his throat and dragged his hand down his face. "Her? The weapon is a person?!" He asked. "Not exactly. She was the first Archangel made by both God and Amare. Legend has it she's more powerful then both of them she could create life with ease and equally wipe it without so much as a single thought. Because of this she had to be put to rest." The angel explained further.

"If she's so powerful how is she "put to rest" can't she wake herself up?" Dean asked as he looked over his brother's shoulder at the book. "Apparently her prison has hex symbols that takes away and returns her grace in a constant loop to keep her weak yet alive." The younger brother explained pointing out the drawing of the three symbols on the page. "So a real life sleeping beauty? Sweet! I always fit the role of prince charming ya know?" Dean said cockily posing victoriously.

The angel rolled his eyes. "There's a catch,Dean. It says once we break those symbols all of heaven and hell will feel it. The creations that she made will hunt her down...all things supernatural will come for her,but once she's back in full power she'll be able to cloak herself." Cas said as he paced slightly. If she was a powerful as legend had it she could fix it all for them. "Her creations? She made the monsters we hunt?! I thought that was Eve." Dean exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair. "That's a common misconception the apple she ate gave he knowledge that only three beings knew. That special apple was made from her grace." That's when the angel paused as his words raked over him. "Her garden was never just a place it was her prison."

"The garden of Eden. What's this Angel's name?" Sam asked as he flipped through the book and tried to find a name,but all he saw was angel of light and darkness,the perfect balance. "God was nice enough to name it after her. Eden the first Archangel,but she's gone by many names before." He said.

Dean looked at the book with Sam. "Where do we find the magical garden? No book supernatural or not ever gave a location." The eldest asked and it was a good question. "The garden never stays in the same place for to long it moves often. One day it could be in a forest the next in a mountain." Cas said with a sigh it was impossible to find the prison with out a bit of her grace to track the source.

"Her grace is strong even a little can help us. Even if a millennia has gone by and it's became one with the elements it can help." Cas explained. "Cain" The name fell from Dean's lips as he numbly rubbed where the mark once was. "Cain is the son of Adam and Eve. Eve had that grace in her system she must have pasted it to him!" With that the boys packed up and were heading to Cains house to use him as a tracking device. The day long drive dragged on and with those time Sam continued to ask questions.

Most of the questions the angel had no answer to until one made him freeze up. "How did it happen in the first place? Was she casted out of heaven like Lucifer?" The younger Winchester asked. "I think Chuck poisoned her. She was like Lucifer she questioned a lot of things it was a new angelic trait, curiosity, except she loved all creatures and things Chuck made so when he makes something new she was the first to see and that was the last time any angel has seen her." The vivid memory came to mind.

The giggle of the young fledglings filled the air. A girl with H/c hair dragged a younger version of himself around. "My little raven come look! Father has created such beautiful things." She said as she showed him the flowers in her hand each different from the other. "What are they called?" He asked tilting his head. "Father said I can name them,but I can't think of anything...come help me plant them on earth there we can name them!" She said using her three pairs of large F/c wings to bring them to earth before humans were even thought about.

The soil on the ground was dark and it was vastly different from the sand surrounding it. With gentle hands she planted all of the flowers and together the angels named them. "Hmmm..." The girl hummed. "What is it Y/n?" He asked her. "We need something to keep them growing in numbers, raven." She said using a stick to draw on the dirt. "What should it look like?" Y/n asked him as she was going to go to her father to create it.

"Um...give it wings and make it the color of those sunflower over there." Castiel suggested. The drowning at took a couple tries,but as the kept adding and removing things they got what they wanted. Without realizing that the archangel just made multiple winged creatures on a whim and she wasn't even trying. God saw it all a d it scared him,but he couldn't do anything about it when his sister along with his other archangels would be there to stop him. He had to wait.

Three mil past and the two children grew bigger and she grew stronger. The small patch has turned into a garden of various plants that were only found in different climates around the world. Together they went there everyday even more often after the imprisonment of Amara and Lucifer along with the disappearance of Gabriel. Michael was busy trying to keep order after the two archangels left so it was his chance. Chuck called his daughter to see another one of his inventions,but that time was so much different from the others. Afterwards she didn't comeback she was never seen in heaven again and on that day a tree taller then any other in that garden with apples of pure gold grew.

The garden of Eden disappeared after Eve ate the forbidden fruit and it wasn't ever seen again by man,angel,nor demon knew of it location. Cas lost his friend and he knew it was god that did it even if he was suppose to be a loyal soldier he couldn't when he knew that the father of creation so willingly got rid of his most prized pupil what would he do to all the underlings.

Hours have past they stand in Cains living room. "Cain we don't need much from you just some of your blood that's all." Cas said as Dean explained what for. It took some convincing,but he agreed and bleed into a vile. "You guys better stop this apocalypse before shit hits the fan." He said as he shut them back out of his house. Sam handed the vile to Cas. "Now what do we do?" He asked the angel. Without saying a word he pulled something from his pocket a old looking compass. "Rowan taught me a location spell all I need to do is..." Pouring the small amount of blood on the glass of the compass and spoke in Latin causing the red substance to disappear. "...follow the arrow." Cas finished.

The arrow spinner rapidly as it settled on the strongest pull of the grace. "Looks like we're heading west. We have a estimated week before it changes course so off we go." Cas said as they all went back to the car. Keeping his eyes trained on it a small smile formed on his lips. "I'm coming N/n." He whispered to himself. Almost five thousand miles away a the unmoving body had a shocking pull of her lip at the mention of her name if only that could have woken her up for her comatose state.

It's been three days on the road and the impala had to come to a stop a thick treeline stopped them. The dirt road turned into a hiking trail and they had no choice,but to go on foot. Together they hiked up the trail blindly following the arrow through the woods. "Cas what are we suppose to be looked for?" Sam asked as he stepped over a fallen tree branch. "The closer we get the more exotic the plants and animals will be. Also be careful some of the wild life is experimental." The angel warned causing the brothers to freeze. "What do you me by experimental? Are we going to see a truducken?!" Dean asked jokingly as he looked around.

A loud snarling noise caused him to pull out his gun and look around. "More like human eating plants and venomous insects." This made Sam tense and stick closer to a still walking Castiel and Dean to cautiously does the same looking at each and every plant close by. "What is this fucking Jumanji?!?! Everything can kill us." Dean said keeping his gun up and ready to fire. "Oh, that was the name of the movie. Yeah those types of movies were based off of what explores experienced when getting to close to the garden." The blue eyed angel said with a shrug.

In a clearing they all look with widened eyes at the land before them. Flowers of all types with various animals and inserts. They watched in wander at everything creatures they've never seen or never insisted out of the garden. Everything was in bloom even though it was mid fall. There was a clear gravel path cutting off between the forest and wonderland in front of them.They wandered around since it became more difficult to find where the pull was unclear. "She won't be in plain sight she'll be hidden well. Look for something that doesn't quite match the rest. Trees of all kinds surrounded the area,but it was Sam who noticed the sand that mirrored a sky full of stars. He slowly followed it till it grew thick into a sanded path.

The youngest Winchester had his eyes trained down so when he looked up the apple tree before his eyes took his breath away. It looked straight out of a child's most imaginative fantasy. A white trunk with red leaves and the most noticeable feature the solid gold apples on it's branches. Sam didn't hear the voices of his brother or friend as he stepped closer directly under one of the low hanging fruits. Reaching up he picked the ripe fruit his brown eyes glazed over by temptation and curiosity. "SAM DON'T EAT THAT THAT!!!" Cas yelled using his grace to stop him mid bite. The angel looked in horror at the item in his hand a dark purple almost black apple sat in his friend's hands.

To anyone mortal it looked beautiful with it golden exterior,but Cas could see the ugly,fermented,poisoned inside. Glancing up the tree was rotting with barely any leaves and the few left were the color of blood. "It's poisoned their all poisoned." His words cleared the Winchester's vision of the tree and the surrounding woods all the plants were dead all around it. "It's beautiful on the outside,but deadly on the inside. And we're seeing it for what it truly is."

"It's clear as day that's she's here. Just how do we get to her?" Dean asked looking around. Castiel snapped towards Sam holding his hand out. "Do you still have the book?!" Sam nodded quickly taking the strap off his shoulder to dig it out of the bag. He handed it over the the angels that viciously flipped through the pages. "He made her a monster so a beast she became. She was blinded by curiosity and temptation she chose wrongly that day. Pick the fruit that doesn't call to you for the right one will choose you." He read word for word trying to see through the riddle. A beast? She was never a monster,but she was depicted as one. A angel that tainted the flock.

The Archangel landed gracefully in front of her father. She bowed on one knee as a warrior would clashed in her white armor and sword by her side. "Stand my child." She stood up looking at him. "Yes,father?" Her voice was gentle,but that didn't make the God of creation hesitate in his actions. "I've made something new for you to try and plant in the garden." Chuck said handing her the item. The skin was red and the surface was smooth unlike the peach that had a light fuzz. "What is this?!" Her e/c eyes burned bright her wings fluttering in excitement. "A red apple my dear." He said softly a smile on his lips stepping closer "Taste it."

Bringing it to her mouth she took a bite out of it and started to chew. It started of sweet,but became bitter within seconds and no matter how long she chewed it never broke down in size for long. "Father...something not right." She said that single bite still in her mouth. "Trial and error,darling, try to swallow it." Her h/c hair bobbed as she nodded. With a gulp she swallowed it down,but to her shock it stopped. Using her free hand she beaten at her chest to unblock her air way. Looking up at her creator she saw a look that can only be described as pure evil as a liquid poured out of her mouth.

Touching her chin a dark violet substance came dripped to the ground. Her gaze shifted to the apple within her hand and the inside no longer looked right. It was as if it gone bad from the inside,but the outside stayed fresh hiding the disgusting center. In fear she stepped back and with that she fell and continued to fall watching her home fade away. Y/n broke through the soil of the earth in a prison of her own design that she cared for and nurtured. Her arm dropped from her side the apple rolling away. The deceitful visibly harmless fruit planted it seed and grew becoming the only way to enter her personal mausoleum.

Castiel looked at the tree. All of the fruit looked the same nothing was different about a single one of them. Together the trio walked around the looming tree. The Winchester's saw something beautiful and they couldn't help,but want to pick one of the apples to taste. "What do we do,Cas. We don't have much time before this place disappear and possibly taking is with it." Dean said flinging his hands in the air. "The riddle said to wait then that's what we must do.

They grouped together and sat at the base of the tree waiting for who knows what to happen. "This is stupid! Let's just get the shovels from baby and start di–" His words were cut short as a apple full down from above them. "Well that was covenant." Sam said as Cas picked it up. To the brothers it looked odd a bronze color compared to the rest just less appealing. While to Castiel it looked horrible making the clearly deadly fruits more appetizing. "Our key in." He said. Using his hands to break it open to reveal the mouth watering interior that a honey like liquid dripped from,they picked correctly. The ground began to shake and they all stepped away from the base of the tree as the dirt around it caved in making a spiral staircase down and down they went.

It was pitch black down there so Sam and Dean pulled out flash lights to look around. They all went around the surprisingly large pocket in the ground. Dean checked for the symbols when he tripped over roots and landed on something hard and and moving. Snapping up he shined the light on the women laying as if sleeping in front of him. She was in white leather armor with a sliver sword in her hands on her chest. "Didn't find any hex symbols,but here's sleeping beauty." He said looking her over she rested on a raised stone that worked as her bed. "Never mind found them." The markings from the book in a pyramid shape was on one side of the bedrock glowing a soft F/c. Sam walked over along with Cas. The knifes both brothers held was used to break the engraved symbols,but nothing happened.

"No no no that's not right. Y/n is suppose to be freed!" The angel in distress said as he flicked through the book nothing else was said to be imprisoning her, why didn't it work? The Winchester's examined her the youngest looking at the elegant armor while the oldest focused more of the feminine features. "Sammy you read that book while in the car. Didn't you say something about her being the first female?" He asked his eyes not leaving her. "Yeah a model for Eve and later Amara's less celestial form. Why?" Sam asked touching the blade of the sword. "Yeah if that’s try why does she have a Adam's apple?"Cas wasn't fully paying attention until that sentence. His blue eyes imminently went to her throat were a noticeable lump was. "That wasn't there before." He mumbled loud enough for them to hear. Placing his ear just a centimetre away from her lips a shallow breath was let out and a wheezed inhale drew it back in.

The angel put his overlapping hands on her chest. He didn't know everything about humanity,but he knew enough to understand what he was about to do. He pushed with all his strength and he heard a sharp breath push out it just wasn't enough to dislodge whatever was there. Cas continued his actions and just when he was giving up hope she coughed up the chunk of apple and a weird substance. F/c glowing eyes snapped open as she lurched forward her grace burning bright casting a shadow behind her. It was a sight to see three sets of wings,what can only be described as a halo,along with twisted horns. After the grace calmed down her eyes returned to their normal color and they instantly when to Cas a wide smile spreading on her face. "My raven." She said. Y/n knew why she was awoken after all this time. To fight in a war she wanted no part of,but with the thought of putting everything in balance and striking down her father where he stood made her ready to fight. After all she felt like she's had enough Beauty Sleep.

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A/n: This one took a minute,but I was torn between sleeping beauty and snow white since both of them fall asleep so a mix of both.

Also post #69....Noice

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I Wasn’t Ready. (Pietro Maximoff X Reader)

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace’s Share The Love Bingo. Square Filled: Future Child Coming Back.  Also, entry for @geekandbooknerd‘s 1k Celebration with the prompt “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

Warnings:None

W.C. 1242

Summary:  Pietro and the reader’s children come back in time to stop Pietro’s death.

A/N: I decided to upload this for 4/20. This does not mean I will update on Mondays now; I’m going to go back to uploading on Tuesdays next week. Enjoy this!

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You have always lived in Sokovia. Your parents died in an apartment fire when you were nine. You were taken in by Hydra along with two other children a little older than you. They were also in the apartment during the fire. You learned their names were Wanda and Pietro later. When you arrived at the Hydra base, you were all separated into different rooms to be tested.

You were sitting in a chair when a doctor came in and injected you with two liquids, a blue one and a black one. Your eyes started to hurt, so you blinked your eyes rapidly. You did not know what was in the injections, but something caused you to become unconscious.

As the years went by, you continuously trained with Wanda and Pietro. Your powers allowed you to run at superspeed, and you were bulletproof. Eventually, your feelings for Pietro grew, and his increased, too. Behind the backs of the Hydra workers, you had been sleeping in Pietro’s room rather than your own as it was lonely, and it was the only alone time you two could have.

Recently, you had been planning an escape. You hated not being able to go outside, and you hated not being able to be with Pietro more. Thankfully, you didn’t have to risk your life when the Avengers came to destroy the base. You were, however, used as a human shield to protect the leader. You stared at Ironman as he pointed his blaster at the two of you. You motioned with your eyes that you would dive and for him to shoot. He nodded, so you stomped your foot down and ducked as Ironman shot the leader. The next thing you remembered was not Ironman but Pietro holding you and carrying you around the base.

“We are safe now, Princesa,” he whispered into your hair when he stopped by the back room. “Wanda found someone who will help us and keep us safe. We can be together, Princesa.”

“Finally,” you smiled as you brought his face down to your height and met your lips with his. It wasn’t your first kiss, but the meaning behind it made the kiss seem so much more passionate.

“Come, you two,” Wanda said in your heads. You pulled away first with a light laugh at Pietro’s pout.

“Don’t worry. There’ll be more of those now that we’re free.” You grabbed his hand before leading him into the back room where Wanda was standing with a large robot.

“Don’t fret. This is Ultron. He is going to help us,” Wanda reassured.

A few weeks later, you were going with Wanda, Pietro, and Ultron to make the “perfect soldier,” as Ultron put it, with the mind stone. The four of you walked into the room where Dr. Cho was mixing chemicals. She looked over at you, but before she could say anything, Ultron had knocked her out. Ultron started the replicator, and Pietro was on watch while Wanda was looking at Ultron. I looked at her and asked what was wrong in my head. She looked over at me and told me to get Pietro.

I walked over to him and said, “Wanda thinks something is wrong.” We got over to Wanda to hear the last of her rant towards Ultron.

“I looked in your head and saw annihilation. You said we wouldn’t be used to kill anymore. You’re lying to us.”

You looked over at Ultron to see him shooting daggers at Wanda. He didn’t deny it, so Pietro grabbed you two and ran you away from the building. He stopped after a few minutes to give you a break.

“Let‘s go to Stark Tower,” I told him. Both of them looked at you skeptically. “They might be able to help us.”

This is where you are now. You are on a floating city fighting against multiple robots with the avengers. You were walking around the city trying to find anyone stuck in buildings.

“This is where they were? This place is trash.” Someone in the building to your left said. You approached the door as the other person spoke.

“Yeah, I remember Aunt Wanda telling us about this.” The one with a higher voice said. You walked into the room.

“Where are your parents? Are they already on the ship?” You kneeled down to their height. It was a boy and a girl around the age of 7. One had silver hair and the other had (Y/H/C) with silver streaks. They both had green eyes, but the boy had one grey eye. They looked at you confused. The girl looked at you before her eyes widened and she gasped, looking at her brother.

“They aren’t on the ship. They’re here.,” the girl says.

“One is in front of us.,” the boy mumbles.

“What do you mean?” You could interpret what they were saying, but you wanted reassurance.

“You’re going to think we’re lying, but we’re from the future. We are from one timeline and we want to make sure our timeline works out. In order for that to happen, you’ll need to save dad. He’s going to protect Uncle Clint from getting shot, and he’ll die unless you save him. If you save him, he lives, and he will propose. We’ll be in your future, but you need to save dad,” The girl explains. You were at a loss for words that Pietro is expected to die, and your future children somehow came back in time for you to help them.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help him. Now you two, get home before future me finds out you went back in time,” you faked discipline. You and the kids laughed before a yellow portal appeared behind the children. They said to hurry before they jumped back into the portal, and it disappeared.

You took off running to find Clint. You heard in your earpiece that everyone except Clint, Pietro, Wanda and yourself were not on the ship. Wanda was fighting the last of the robots while Clint said he was getting a young boy to the ship. You saw Clint running and a line of guns over a pile. You heard Pietro running behind you, so you grabbed onto him to act as a human shield. When the guns ran out of ammunition, Clint, the boy, Pietro and you all ran to the ship. Wanda said to go without her; she would get a lift from Vision. You all collapsed on the chairs, but Pietro looked over at you with enough appreciation to last a lifetime.

“How did you know they would shoot?” He asked.

“I was told you would need a shield by a couple of people,” you smirked. “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

“Well, I never want to say goodbye to you either, Princesa. Wanda helped me plan this. I hope I don’t mess up too badly,” Pietro started. Everyone else on the shuttle seemed to fade, and it was just the two of you. “(Y/N), you are my Princesa. I have loved you since I met you. Wanda told me not to be too sappy when doing this, so I'm going to cut to the chase.” You remembered your talk with your future children, and they said he would propose after saving him. You didn’t expect him to ask you this soon. “(Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

“Of course, Pietro Maximoff.”

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Share The Love Masterlist

These are my entries to @thisismysecrethappyplace‘s Share The Love Bingo.

!This is completed!

(X-Men) You’re Welcome. --Scott Summers X Reader W.C. 1706 (Time travel Do Over)

(SPN) That Was A Coma? --TFW X Reader W.C. 2202 (Don’t Realize They’re In A Coma)

(Avengers) Forgive Me?--Peter Parker X Reader W.C. 1436 (Breakup/ Makeup)

(Avengers) I Wasn’t Ready. --Pietro Maximoff X Reader W.C. 1242 (Future Child Comes Back)

(SPN) Miss Mysterio. --Dean Winchester X Reader W.C. 1449 (Secret Admirer) 

(X-Men) You Had Me At “Hello.” --Peter Maximoff X Summers! Reader W.C. 1488 (Psychic Reveals Love Interest) 

(SPN) Do You Trust Me?-- Sam Winchester X Reader W.C. 1278 (Sleeping Beauty) 

(SPN) Do You Trust Me? (Pt2) --Sam Winchester X Reader W.C. 1220 (Sleeping Beauty) 

(Avengers) The Scar --Peter Parker X Reader W.C. 1193 (Doppelgangers) 

Link to my full Masterlist

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Tag You’re It

Squares: Game Night(Truth or dare) & Quote

Marvel and Supernatral Bingo, Spnquotebingo

Paring: Stephen Strange x Mutant Reader(at the end)

Warnings?: Intense tag,touching?, and cursing

Tagged: @spnquotebingo & @thisismysecrethappyplace

“Someone slapped my ass!?!” “LaNgUaGe!” “Give it a rest.” Was shouted throughout the tower.

~One Hour Before~~~

It was game night at the Avengers compound and that meant chaos and the lucky one to pick the game of the night was the famous (S/n). Friday closed all the window and left all doors open,but the front. It was pitch black except for the black light that replaced the florescent on the ceiling everything was neon.

Each group of people had two colored hands that left a mark on a opponents suit. Team red/white paint has Steve,Bucky and Sam,team purple/green paint has Natasha,Wanda,and Clint,team yellow/orange paint has Tony,Stephen, and Peter. Bruce and Vision sat out since one can go through walls and the other can get stressed easily. Y/n wasn’t on a team though it was a special request her hands dawned pink and blue. Every one went to randomized floors of the tower as the two judges stayed in the common room looking at the scoreboard on the tv so when the game ends it will round up. Tag as many people as many times as possible each time someone is tagged they must go to a small check point before trying to tag again. Without further a due. “May the games begin. In 3….2….1….Play!” And that they did.

Y/n moved swiftly through the halls stopping when she sees movement in the corner of her eye almost giggling aloud. Peter was on the ceiling,but he seemed to have forgotten about the paint on his hands leaving a trail. Waiting in a low arch way for him to be more in her reach. Getting close she placed her hands on him in a non-threatening way causing his spidey sense to stay calm. “AHHH!!!” Peter screamed turning to see the older women. “Heya,Pete.” Squishing his cheeks covering them in paint she used her own powers to escape before he tagged her too. On to the next.

Using the neon lighting she traveled throughout the tower the glow leaving her as she re-materialized. Natasha and Wanda stood with the backs facing her. A wicked smile twisted on her face as she cleared her mind to not give herself away to the witch. Her hands grabbed the youngest female on the hips causing her to jolt.“Gotcha!” She smiled as she neon traveled away from the hand coming for her. “Almost had me,but Romanoff your playing my game.” That’s when the short spearing match began. Can’t let a open hand touch while also trying to get close enough to place their own mark.

Blocking was almost impossible for Y/n trying to avoid the right hand that almost smacked her. “A bitch slap is a cheap shot.” Lifting her hand she caught the redheads wrist before they can touch her shoulders. “How is she so good at this?” Nat asked herself as she started to walk off to a nearby check point. Time to hunt get the rest of the boys. It’s looks like its bird hunting season.

Clint sneaked off after his two teammates were tagged he hid in the vents,but a down and upside was it was pitch black which meant Y/n couldn’t use her powers and Clint couldn’t see were he was going. Shouting was heard below him on a floor he wasn’t sure about. “God dammit Sam you were suppose to be watching our backs!” Bucky yelled they both went to a check point. “I was looking!? She just popped up! Why do you think I have a fucking hand print on my face!!” Sam said at the same volume. Barton snickered speaking to himself lower then a whisper. “Ha,those idiots couldn’t cover themselves. Only amateurs never look behind them.” He said he glanced behind himself seeing dim black light from the vent cover. “Only morons never look in front of them.” A scream echoed through out the tower being carried by the vents and no one in the tower batted a eye at it.

The last remaining were Steve,Tony,and Stephen. Y/n hasn’t be tagged once while the two of the six original Avengers have been tagged once or twice dawning red and green paint. Steve wandered around trying to find his team or anyone to tag and just a floor above him the two goatee narcissistic men split up. The stare spangled man was face to face with the genius playboy. “So..it’s happening all over again.” The blonde said circling the brunette. “I guess it is,but you don’t have your Bucky bear to help you now.” Tony snarked seeing he had no team at the moment. “And you don’t have your suit what a shame I wanted a challenge.”

A small chuckle came from the corner of the room that went unheard as the charged towards one another. Y/n sat in the corner of the room quietly eating popcorn as she watch the fight. Everything was in Steve’s favor,but with Tony being smaller he can avoid and reach his appointed faster. With sigh she stood up it was fun while it lasted,but she needed to get them out. She slipped up behind Steve with neither of them noticing and her right hand came down fast as she darted away. “Someone just slapped my ass!” He yelped turning his head to look at the pink hand print. “LaNgUaGe.” Tony said mocking him. “That was five years ago can you give it a rest!?!” Before the brunette could deny his plea a hand smoked his cheek leaving blue. “Dammit sis!!! Why the face??!”

One last person Stephan was paint free and wanted it to stay that way. The doctor levitated off the ground and swiftly moved around the tower. The shirt he wore was given to him since he didn’t want paint on his actual clothes. Neon triangles over his chest made him able to be spotted,but also blend in with the rest of the halls. Stephan was about to turn the corner when he wrist were pinned to the wall. “Hello,Strange.” The figures that was completely black with neon outlining features. “L/n. Seems you’ve caught me by surprise.” He huffed getting ready to leave,but a squeeze to his still restrained wrist stopped him.

“You’re not leaving quite yet I won’t count that touch,but I finally got you alone.” A Chester sized grin pulled on her lips. “Levi a little help please?” She asked and the cloak left Stephen’s shoulders and proceeded to constrict his movements. “Really on her side?!” He hissed at the relic cursing under his breath. “Stop your whining!” The insults stopped as his gaze shifted back to her luminescent form. “Tony told me to go for it,but you were always nose deep in a book or too busy protecting the sanctum. Figured this is my chance.” Y/n sighed trying to rid herself of any nerves. “Y/n what are you talking abou—?!?”

His words died as she leaned forward and kissed him. Stephen was in shock his eyes wide before they drifted shut enjoying the moment. He was a man of logic,but no matter how many scenarios pop up or the infinite possibilities in the universe he could see never would the doctor have guessed that the girl that was there for him through it all would ever feel the same. “My brother told me…If you desire something,just take it. I’m kind of glad I took his advice!” Y/n said resting her forehead on his. A small giggle left her throat at the dazed look on his face.

“Oh and Stephen…tag you’re it.” With that she traveled away. Levi let him go as he looked at his chest. Two hand prints rested in the center of his disposable shirt glowed bright as he smiled. Tag was his new favorite game.

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A/n: One more to go…I wanted this square to be a bit different then others I’ve seen and who doesn’t like a mix of paint ball and tag?!

Quote: “If you desire something, just take it.” - Lucifer

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Worn & Frayed

A/N: This is a first for a couple of things! It’s my first Supernatural fic, ever! And it’s my first entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace‘s Bingo!

Pairing: Gadreel x Reader

Square filled: Red String of Fate

Word Count: 582

Warnings: mention of magic and demon hunting - for anyone that hasn’t seen the show at all you should LOL for anyone who has made it up to Season 9 (of 15) you’ll understand the references - oh and there’s a Buffy quote for those who also are into that :)

Gadreel played with the ends for so long they were worn and frayed.  Who could possibly be matched with a worthless fallen angel like me anyway, he thought sullenly.

On the other side of town, you were doing your own brooding. Sam and Dean had just left you alone in a motel room AGAIN claiming you needed more time before they could let you fight alongside them.

“Dean come on!” you had whined. “I can’t get better unless you let me fight SOMETHING!” You stared at both brothers hard, fists clenched at your sides.

“Y/n you’re just proving why we CAN’T let you go out there,” Dean glowered. “Do yourself a favor and figure out who that,” pointing to your own red string, “belongs to and then we’ll talk.”  They had left without another word.

**

“Rowena, I haven’t got all day,” you muttered as your arm dangled over a cauldron. “Can’t you speed this up?”

“Magic works in its own time, deary,” came the Scottish lilt. “Don’t wanna find the wrong person now do we?”  You harrumphed but kept your arm over the cauldron. Rowena muttered some spell you couldn’t begin to understand and immediately the red string on your wrist began to glow.

Gadreel startled when he saw the gleam at the end of his wrist. “What the…?”

Smoke filled the bleak motel room; he coughed and sputtered as it started to dissipate. Any words that had leapt to his mind died on his lips.

“Y/n?”

“Gadreel? Ah fuck, how did…” Your attention was drawn to the glow around his right wrist.  “No way!”

“How? What? How?” Gadreel continued to sputter.

“Three excellent questions,” you quipped with a grin.  “Never would have thought it’d be you.”

Gadreel stared at you, confusion clear on his face as he dropped onto his bed.  “Why you?”

You scoffed. “Why not me?” You pointed to each area as you sounded off. “Hidden mangled wings so helps me understand you better. Nice rack as Dean told me once, so definitely female which you like, I believe.” Gadreel quirked an eyebrow at you but you went on. “Curves for days buddy, God knew what he was doin’ here! An exceptional head of knowledge, good, evil, and the fun stuff in between; a lovely smile and winning personality to boot. Am I forgettin’ something?”

“Are you done?” he asked with the hint of a smile.

“Maybe. Are you going to answer my question?”

“Gotta ask you first, why are you so insistent on working with the Winchesters? After everything that’s happened?” His arms crossed over his broad chest. You really just wanted to pull him on top of you and find out if this stupid red string was right but you decided to humor him.

“Between them and God and that idiot Metatron? I’m picking the side of the Winchesters every time.” You frowned at a sudden thought. “Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

Gadreel finally stood up and closed the distance between the two of you. His gaze never left yours as he answered your question. “After what Metatron did, I don’t think it’ll be a problem at all.” And with that, his mouth dropped to yours.  Your body sung at the recognition of your soulmate as did his. The kiss was brief but it was enough for both of you. Gently he pulled back, a full smile on his face now. “So… take me with you to see the guys?”

“With pleasure.”

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Just Like Him

Double Square: Locked in a Room/Closet Together & Quote

Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace and @spnquotebingo

Paring: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Side Characters: John Winchester(mentioned), Sam Winchester,Bobby Singer, Castiel, Werewolf pack.

"I can't you believe you got us into this, Winchester." Y/n quietly hissed at the man she was face to face with in the dark of a wardrobe of the mutts they we're hunting. It went down hill after they found the packs home which was one of the largest houses in town. A whole ass family of werewolves lived here and they all just got home every single one of them. "Why are you blaming me?!" He harshly whispered back.

Y/n rolled her eyes as the loud noises of a party or feast down stairs shock the floor beneath them. "You said the pack can't be that big. Let's just go in and see if we can gank em." She said mocking his deep voice. "Now were stuck in a closet while are guns are under the bed." The women pushed up on his chest since she was well past aggravated. "Hey at least we can know what were up against." He said with a smirk as their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

The oldest Winchester was glad that they barley had any room or he would have silently been beaten to a pulp. "Do you have your phone? We need back up...there must be around triple the amount of a normal pack has." She muttered to herself. Dean looked at her sheepishly and the anger in her eyes grew brighter. "I left it in baby." He said with a wince. "Y-you left it behind? I'm going to rip a hole in ya before those flee infested mutts can!" Y/n whispered yelled trying to move her arms in vain.

"What about your phone?!" He said trying to shift the blame on her. "Well since you don't remember. You threw my bag into our room breaking it!" She sighed heavily her temper was only rising. "I can take em on,Y/n." Dean defended. "No you can't." She said resting her head on the wall of the wardrobe.

Foot steps made there way up the stairs sound like a couple sets. The noise stopped outside of the room and both hunters strained their eyes to hear them. "I smell something off,Claudette." A young male voice said along with light sniffing. "Clark you're being foolish no one is dumb enough to come here." A female voice scoffed. Y/n looked at Dean and mouthed the words 'Dumbass' making him mouth a 'Fuck you' in return. The foot steps went into the room. "It doesn't smell right in here." The man said walking around. Looking at Dean he had a stupid look on his face and that made her eyes widen as she shock her head. His lips moved counting down from three.

When he got to one the wolves was right in font of the closest doors when they slammed open knocking him on his ass. "CLARK!?" The female said in shock as she rushed over to attack the hunter on top of her pack mate. Dean has wrestled the the now shifting wolf towards the bed and slipped his hand underneath it grabbing his revolver. The barrel was pushed against his chest and was fired. "YOU HUNTER SCUM.!!" She yelled attacking him. Y/n stepped out of the closet and swiftly moved to the other side of the bed to get her shotgun. The women was about to rip into Dean's throat with her claws when the pump of the shotgun made her freeze before she was shot and her body went limp.

Blood painted his face and clothes as he let out a huff,but that was short lived as the rapid stomping of feet rushed up the stairs. "Dear Chuck I hate you." She groaned as the door busted almost of the hinges. There was several werewolves in the doorway and more behind them. Dean and Y/n fought for as long and as hard as they could,but they were out numbered more then they ever have been before. Instead of them getting their hearts ripped out they were both knocked unconscious.

Y/n was woken up by the shouting of Dean. He thrashed in the shared binds uncontrollably trying to get the tall man in front of him to move away. Looking up she can see that another stood before her,but her eyes widen when his sharp fangs dug into her arm. She howled in pain as she regained her senses quickly after that. "Don't worry darling. We'll make sure your well feed." Who can only be the alpha said as the few mutts with them left them tied to a metal pillar in the center of the damp room. They didn't turn the oldest Winchester with their gagged teeth they wanted him to suffer in a different way.

"Y/n/n I'm gonna get us out of this and get you a cure." He said with such confidence,but it only made her angry. "Shut the fuck up! We're in this because of you and you have no one else to blame,but yourself." Her E/c eyes glistened with ushered tears that he couldn't see. Dean was stunned at the back lash. "If you could have just listened to anyone...ANYONE!!! but yourself for two fucking seconds we could have been prepared. You're acting just like John." She paused to breath as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Can't expect help. Have to be all macho and the best there is. Look where that got him!!! Hated by all hunters,putting people he cared about in danger,and getting himself killed." Y/n left the tears slip past down her heated face.

It was Dean's turn to get defensive. "Don't compare me to my dad. I'm nothing like him!" He shouted even though at times he kind of was. "I didn't compare you to him. I said you were acting like him." She said sighing. Y/n contained a groan of pain as she felt her a new set of teeth form within her mouth. "D-dean...you're nothing like John. You've proved to be better man then he ever was,but when you think that only you can carry the weight of the world it puts you in a mind set that you must be the savior." A pained grunt left her throat as her nails were shoved out and replaced with claws. The moon shined through a small slit for a window it was late at night that the sun will soon rise again.

She wanted no needed to confess something to Dean before she turned she couldn't go being pissed at him. "Y/n tell me what to do. What can I do?" He sounded like he was the one who was pained. "I need you to get out of here and live. I'm running out of time and as long as I don't eat a human you'll have a chance to get me cured." She said with a toothless smile there was still something she had to get of her chest before he escaped. Straining her ears she can hear that what was left of the pack was gone to get a large enough meal. "I love you,Winchester. If you come back and I'm too far gone put me down cause I know you will." She said as she used her new claws to cut the ropes. It fell limply on their waists and Dean stood up as Y/n stayed seated.

He handed her her shotgun and he took his own weapon. "I-I love you too,Y/n/n. You'll pull through this you're a Singer." Dean said as he left her behind slipping through the window. He was going to make her proud he didn't listen to her before,but he'll make sure that her words won't fall on deaf ears. Dean went back to their motel room and used his phone to call Sam and Bobby before he prayed to Cas. After the two hunters and angel arrived hours later it was time to save his childhood crush ever since John took them to Bobby's house.

[After Dean left. Back to Y/n]

The moment Dean climbed out of the basement she stood up and went up to the door it was lock. She smiled showing her sharpened teeth grabbing the doorknob she crushed it in her hand making it impossible to unlock. Hours after the impala's loud engine faded away she hear the teen wolf wannabe bastards come back. Y/n sat back down at where she first woke up. She would be damned if she became one of the things she hunted since she was nine.

The door shook violently before the slab of wood was knocked down kicking up dust after it fell down the stair. Spinning the shotgun in her hand she looked up at the dozen werewolves in front of her. "Let's dance." She said with a smirk as her E/c turned golden eyes gleamed with a new fight. Fighting was tough since they've all have feasted on human flesh and were more resilient to her attacks. Y/n had her arms and legs pinned as she thrashed viciously making the supernatural bastards sweat.The alpha of the pack leaned over her head. He tisked at her as he tilted her head to look at him. "Soon pet all that fights gonna leave you. Just take your first meal and be as strong as us." He said brushing his fingers down her cheek. "My what big eyes you have" He teased looking into her eyes. "Better to see you lifeless corpse." She hissed. "What sharp teeth you have."A deep chuckle came from his throat as she tried to bite as his fingers.

He stood up as his ears twitched along with the others. A wolfish grin pulled on her lips as she heard the front door get smashed in. "I think you have company." She said as several of the wolves in human form ran off. "We're not done here pet!" He snapped. "Yes. Yes you are." A voice said from the staircase. Dean stomped down the stairs as havoc continued just a floor above them. He shot the few wolves that stayed in the basement with silver bullet killing them easily in their human forms. The alpha snarled and shifted with the lack of full moon and charged at the oldest Winchester. "I don't need a bloody pack at my defense to make you suffer!" The now fully shifted werewolf lunged forward and started to fight Dean.

Y/n dragged herself to the nearest wall and pulled herself up. There were claw and bite Mark's littering her body she was bleeding so much and was already trying to fight the animalistic urges that started to over power her. It was getting harder and harder especially with the scent of humans near. A spine chilling growl came from the corner of the room. "Dean! How about that cure?!" She yelled fighting herself to not attack him as he fought. "Bobby's looking for the sire and you'll be back to telling me off." He said in response.The wrestling match went on,but it went down to a hand to hand match when Dean's gun was thrown across the room. With quite grunts and heavy breaths the women with (h/c) got up fully and used all the strength left in her to jump on the back of the mutt and fight. If she was going to lose any battle it was going to be on her terms and she refused it to end with the person she loved dead and heartless.

Dean was shocked for a moment before he made his move to grab his gun. He check it and it was empty tossing it aside he looked around for anything with silver that's when he saw it. ~"Hello?! Y/n are you listening?" The young blonde groaned. "Tell me what you're doing again?" The teenager layed across his friends bed as he watches her organizing quarters. "It's for emergency's." She said with a giggle as she puts another roll of coins in the small bag. "What kind of emergency would need hundreds of dollars worth of coins?" He argued sitting up with a sigh. "One day you'll be thankful for thousands of pieces of silver." ~The largest smile grew on his face as he grabbed the bag and Y/n's shotgun and put the now custom bullets of condensed quarters in the barrel. Cocking it he rushes over and shoots the werewolf in the back. Using the second shot he had he fired it in his chest killing the alpha.It was silent for a moment before he pushed the now lifeless body out of the way. Y/n layed there panting and bloody. "Y/n/n I got you. SAMMY! BOBBY!" Dean yelled at the end. Multiple sets of foot steps came down the stairs the older hunter held a syringe of yellow liquid. Pushing the plunger down the hunters sat in silence as they waited for any sign that it worked. Cas came over and healed her wounds as she shot up gasping the claw and bite marks gone.

[Time Skip because filler is boring]

Y/n rested in her bed at the bunker. Her father went home and Cas went off to heaven after she was safe. Dean sat by her side talking with her. "You know Winchester. At times you can act just like John,but I sure do love it when you take down that soldier act and become a hero...my hero." She said with a fond smile as she brushed her hand through his hair. Dean chuckled leaning into her touch as his mind wondered even if he was different from his father,but that still didn't change the fact that when it came to protecting the one's they love they'll do just about anything. Maybe he was just like him.

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You’re Welcome (Scott Summers X Reader)

Fandom: X-Men/Marvel

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace​'s Share The Love Bingo. Square filled: Time Travel Do-Over. Warnings: W.C. 1706

Summary: The reader goes back in time to avoid Charles’s paralyzation.

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

As one of the newer students at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, You were pretty inexperienced. You realized you had a mutation during your chemistry class of all things.

You were working with the only person at school that you could stand, your boyfriend, Scott Summers, when the chemicals around the room started floating up and out of the beakers. Students began to scream as they were dangerous mixtures and that caused you to worry even though you didn't know it was you controlling it. That is when the gravity in the room fell apart with teenagers beginning to float, chemicals mixing in the air creating uncontained reactions, and lab equipment breaking against the ceiling and walls. All the while, you were standing completely unaffected by the change of gravity. Scott was holding onto the only stable table in the room, confused as to what phenomenon was happening. You didn't understand why it was happening to everyone but you which caused your breathing to quicken and objects around you spun wildly around the room.

At this point, the teacher contacted the principal and Charles Xavier as Scott tried to calm you down. When the three entered the lab, Scott had talked to you and calmed you down slightly, so the students were no longer spinning around the room. Charles had entered the room already hearing your thoughts, and he recognized you from a long time ago. Once the principal made his appearance known, all hell broke loose. Objects began hurling themselves around the room again, pipes from the sinks began to bust, windows began to shatter all the while you stood in the center. It took Charles taking control of your mind and knocking you out to get you to calm down.

After the horrific incident, you thought that you would never see the light of day again. Thankfully, Charles convinced the school board not to punish you as you only just realized the extent of your newly acquired mutation. This led to him enrolling you in his school to help control it. He helped me control my powers, and he even gave me a pen that also turns into a knife. He said it was a present and thought I would put more use to it.

A couple of months later, you were sitting by the front reading while other mutants were talking with friends and working on classwork. You had finished all of your work as you were the top of all of your classes, so you took this time to relax. That was the plan until someone knocked on the doors to the mansion. You looked around as you believe that it was in your head before it happened again, so you got up from the chair after marking your place and approaching the door.

When you opened the door, you half expected it to be some knife-wielding maniac here to kill you. You were surprised, to say the least when standing on the porch was Scott with a blindfold and another blonde standing behind him with his hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Hey, Scott," you said.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? Alex, where are we?"

"Relax, Scott. I brought you to the mutant school I came to. Charles will know how to help with this," Alex, Scott's brother, you assumed, said. "Do you know where Charles or Professor X is?"

"Hold on a second," you paused before looking behind yourself and seeing Dr. McCoy exiting the lab, so you approached him. "Dr. McCoy?"

"Who's at the door, (Y/N/N/)? Didn't Charles tell you to not answer the door?" He responded once he saw the front doors open.

"He did, but no one else was nearby. Maybe you can help him," you muttered when you realized that you would be scolded by Professor X later. You still led Dr. McCoy towards the door where the two boys stood patiently. "I don't know where Professor X is, but Dr. McCoy is a good substitute."

"Hank? Since when did you work here?" Alex exclaimed.

"Since you left for the army, Alex. I didn't realize you came back. So, what seems to be the problem?"

"My little brother got his mutation," Alex said proudly.

"Now, I have the pleasure of meeting the infamous Scott Summers," a new voice belonging to Professor X said.

"Who are you and how do you know my name?" Scott asked worriedly while trying to locate where the voice is coming from.

"It's nice to see you again, Scott. I'm Charles Xavier. I went to your school a few months ago to help a friend of yours with her gravity problem," he smiled and winked at you causing you to look down with a bright blush covering your cheeks.

This led to where you are now. Scott, Jean, Kurt and yourself were messing around in the lab as Dr. McCoy worked on something big. He said you guys could hang out in there, so you all took that advantage. You were studying Dr. McCoy's notes as everything in your classes were too easy, and you wanted to challenge yourself. Kurt was teleporting around the school. Jean and Scott were talking quietly among themselves. You approached Dr. McCoy with fascination when you saw a large portal-like hole in the middle of the lab.

Like a lightning strike, you are pulled in, but you didn't register it until you heard Scott yelling after you.

When you stopped moving, you realized that you had landed on a beach. Off the coast, there were Navy ships aiming at each other. You recognized this from the story Professor X and Dr. McCoy told you about their first battle along with the rest of the First Class against Sebastian Shaw. The key event you remembered from this battle was how Professor X was paralyzed.

You hid behind a tree when you see a submarine-type vessel emerge from the water, and move onto the beach. Your breathing quickened at the sight of Erik, a person you had only seen pictures of, floating out of the vessel with a metal contraption on his head. He started talking but you could not see who it was, so you slowly moved closer but stopped when Erik began yelling.

"Erik, you need to calm down!" You heard Professor X yell back causing you to run out and stand behind the rest of the group backing up the Professor.

"I am calm Charles-" he stopped when he noticed Moria, another person you had only seen pictures of, raising her gun before firing it at Erik. In a split second, Erik waved his hand sending the bullet hurtling towards Professor X. Accidentally, your hands flew out to your sides, flexing, and stopping the gravity causing the bullet to halt in the air. "What is happening?"

"I don't think the most effective solution to an argument is to remove the use of Professor X's legs, sir." You stepped forward, surprising everyone there.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?" Erik shouted as he moved his hands. You remembered Professor X telling you that he controls metals, but you also know from physics that if you control the gravity in the ground, it makes his mutation useless. So, you did exactly that.

"Hi, I'm Gravitation. I'm also just a student," you said. You could feel his power struggle against your mutation, but you held it together. "If I hadn't stopped that bullet, Professor X would be paralyzed because it would hit his spine. Think about it. I thought you two were friends and business partners. How would you feel if you knew what you did?"

"What I did?" He was confused, but he was also letting up; he was beginning to believe you.

"I'm from 1983. Dr. McCoy was messing with a time-machine, and it took me in." You heard one of the people behind you gasp, so you turned around. you saw Dr. McCoy, Scott's brother, Raven, and Sean. "I can even prove it."

"Go ahead," Erik said.

"Alex," his eyebrows rose in skepticism. "your brother, Scott, is my boyfriend. He gave me this ring on our six-month anniversary." You held out your right hand that had an engagement ring on your ring finger. "Scott told me that this was your mother's ring."

"Dr. McCoy, I feel like I'll get in trouble if I call you Hank," he laughed for a few seconds. "You wanted to stay at the school, or mansion as it is now, and you were going to talk to Professor X about turning it into a school."

"Raven, you want to help everyone," she smiles. "If Erik had shot Professor X, you would have left with him only because you didn't hand him to be alone."

"Sean, you want to have fun," he nodded and smirked. "Unfortunately, the timeline I'm from, you don't exist. Professor X said something about you going missing during the Vietnam war."

"Now, Professor X, you gave me this pen when I first arrived at the school," I handed the pen to him. He looked at it skeptically before pulling the same pen out of his pocket and giving yours back. "You said I would use it more."

"Finally, Erik, you retreat to the bad guys. You pick fights with us mutants all the time, and it has gotten to the point that you may be put into jail." He looked down at this, and his resistance against my powers ceased, but I know better than to let my guard down. "I know what Sebastian Shaw did to you, but it is in the past. You can't change it now."

After your little monologue, you felt a pull behind you. You turned to see the vortex opening again. You looked back at everyone before saluting and jumping back into the hole. When you caught your balance, you looked around and saw you were in the lab again. Professor X, Erik, Dr. McCoy, Raven, Sean, Alex, and Scott all walking into the lab.

"Where did you go?" Dr. McCoy asked.

"The battle in which Professor X was supposed to be paralyzed. I knocked some sense into your younger selves. You're welcome."

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The Scar (Peter Parker X Reader)

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Requested:  Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace​’s Share The Love Bingo. Square Filled: Doppelgangers.

Warnings: Short descriptions of stitching

W.C. 1193

Summary: Peter’s girlfriend knows who her boyfriend is.

Due to the lack of feedback recently, I will not be posting regularly after July 21, 2020. I will take a break and begin updating only two (2) times a month upon my return. Updates for this return will be posted on @ship268​. 

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google)

I have been dating Peter Parker for two years now, so it’s only obvious that I would know that he is Spider-Man. That along with the act that he came into my room after we had been dating for a few weeks to say he got into a fight with Venom. 

~

“Hey, I need your help,” He said as he crawled through my window at one in the morning.

“What is wrong with you? We have a Chemistry test in the morning. What did you do?” I whisper-shouted as to not wake my parents or siblings in the rooms next door. It was then I noticed a growing red spot on his hoodie over his abdomen. I led him to the ensuite before gesturing for him to lift his hoodie up. When he did, I was met with a gash leading from the bottom of his ribs to his hip bones.  “Peter, explain this now.”

“I got into a fight with Venom,” He said quickly to which my head shot up with a questioning look as I started to get alcohol and gauze to wrap it and clean it. He even looked confused at his words before he began stuttering. “I mean Flash, yeah Flash cornered me in an alley and this happened.”

“Pete, I want the truth. Flash would not do this, we both know it,” I lectured. I used some cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide to revolve the dried blood around the edges to see how deep it is. Peter hissed as I cleaned the wound causing me to wince, know I was making him feel more pain. “It’s going to need stitches, Peter. You are lucky I took those nursing classes.”

“Wait, can I come clean?” He looked hesitant, but he thought it would be best if his girlfriend knew of his secret. He knew it was early, but he just knew we would be in it for the long run. I nodded before looking up at him to tell him to proceed. He took a deep breath before whispering, “I’m Spider-Man.” 

~

Ever since then, we had only gotten closer. He would always come to me to patch him up after any fights, and I was so happy he was able to trust me with something so monumental. Today, however, was one day he wanted to just be us doing things normal couples would do. We planned to go to the park, get ice cream, maybe see a movie, then go out to dinner. He said to meet out on the fire escape around noon, and he would pick me up. 

Now it’s two o’clock, and there is no sign of Peter. I walked back into our apartment, disappointed. I should have known that some Spider-Man business would hold him back, but I wanted us to be normal for one day. 

While I was sulking in my room, Peter was held up with a villain a few blocks away. This villain was different from every other one he has defeated; this one could change its appearance and voice to mimic anyone or thing. During the fight, somehow Peter’s mask had lifted, revealing his identity. He attempted to fix it before the villain saw, but it was too late. The villain had transformed to look and talk like Peter.

“Well, I’d love to stay and fight, but I have a date with my girlfriend that I’m late for,” The villain laughed before jumping onto Peter, effectively knocking him out.

I do not know how long I had been crying in y room, but I stopped when I heard a knock on my window. I looked over to see Peter holding a bouquet of (Least Favorite Flower). I cringed before walking over to unlatch my window.

“Hi, Pete.” I kept it short, hoping he would catch onto my attitude.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, I got held up with this one villain. I didn’t mean to miss the date, but we can go for a walk then to dinner if you’d like.” He held the flowers out to me, but I backed away. He looked nervous, too nervous. I did not feel safe around him which is something I have never felt.

“Peter, what happened? You know I don’t like (Least Favorite Flower). If you’re trying to make me forgive you, at least bring me (Favorite Flower).” I rolled my eyes when he tried climbing in. “Peter, no. Go home. We can talk tomorrow when we both have had time to think. Goodbye Pete.”

“No!” He exclaimed, throwing the flowers down and grabbing my wrist in a harsh grip. “I’m not letting you get away from me.”

A vibrant flash of red coursed through his brown eyes. My eyes widened as I punched him in the face before running out to the fire escape. I took off sprinting towards the Stark building; Peter said if I’m ever scared for my safety, run there. I could tell he was right behind me because I could hear his feet pounding behind me. 

I took a sharp turn only to see Peter in his Spider-Man suit without the mask. He was passed out with his face on the floor, so I ran over to him, trying to wake him up. After a few tries, I realized that I would not be able to wake him up, so I grabbed under his arms to lift him up. I saw his mask on the ground, so I grabbed that and threw it on his face before dragging the real Peter through shortcuts to reach the back of the building.

Since Peter had given me multiple tours of the place, I knew exactly where to go. I headed directly towards the Lab knowing Tony or Bruse would be there to help me. When I got to the Lab entrance, Tony is standing there with the fake Peter.

“Mr. Stark, that’s not Peter.”

“He said you’d say that. He told me that you freaked out before your date, and you would tell me that he’s fake. (Y/N), did you fall on your head or something?”

“No, Mr. Stark, she’s telling the truth,” the real Peter said as he tried to stand on his own, but failed, leaning heavily onto me for support. “I can prove it.” He started to take his Spider-Man suit only to be stopped by Tony.

“Spiderling, I don’t need to see your abs to know it’s you,” He panicked.

“No, this scar,” He pointed at the first scar I stitched, horribly might I add, “was the first battle scar I got. (Y/N) was learning how to stitch, but she didn’t really know what to do. She surprisingly closed it, but it does not look the best. I know he won’t have it.”

Tony turned around faster than light and lifted the fake Peter’s shirt, and he saw green scales that were similar to a lizard across his stomach. Knowing this was a fake, he called for his suit, and shot a blast straight into the Fake’s chest, killing him. “Good thing you came here. Underoos, get on the table, Bruce will check you out.” 

~~~~~

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Do You Trust Me? (Pt1) (Sam Winchester X Reader)

Fandom: Supernatural

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace’s Share The Love Bingo. Square Filled: Sleeping Beauty. Also entry for @spnquotebingo with the prompt, “I’m not a psychopath, ___. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.”

Warnings: None

W.C. 1278

Summary: When a small town suffers disappearances, the Winchesters put their trust into a criminology student, and Sam not only falls in love but also gets cursed.

Beta’d by @mariekoukie6661​ Thank you so much! <3 You’re amazing!

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(Google/Quara)

Weird things have been happening recently. I say that because nothing ever happens in my small town; everyone knows everybody. People have been disappearing. First, it was Old Man Walker down the street. Then, it was Mrs. Gespian, the elementary school librarian. Just last week the Brown twins were taken; they were only nine! Yesterday, my roommates went to this college party down by the lake, and they have not come back. Normally, I would not be this worried, but with the activity recently, I was frightened that they were taken, too.

I was studying in my room when I heard a loud knock at the door. I made my way over as quickly as possible, thinking it was one of my roommates. I throw the door open to be met with two men, one ruffly my age and the other a few years older. “How can I help you two?”

“My name is Agent Chris Bacon, and this is my partner Agent Arnold Palmer. We just have a few questions to ask you, if that is alright,” the taller one said. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” I laughed, but they seemed serious. “Okay, drop the act. I’m studying to become a profiler; I see right through you guys. How about this, you come in here, tell me who you really are, and I’ll answer the questions. How does that sound?”

“Alright, you caught us, ya psychopath,” the shorter one mumbled as he walked into our dorm room followed closely by the taller one who rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a psychopath, Palmer. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research,” I snapped with a smirk across my face as I pulled out two chairs for them to sit in while we talked. I heard the shorter one call me out on the Sherlock reference, but that made my smile grow even more. “Okay, first thing’s first. Hello, I’m (Y/N). Who are you?”

“So, I am Sam Winchester,” the taller one said as he sat in front of me.

“I’m Dean, Sammy’s my little brother,” the shorter one said in a teasing tone. By the look on Sam’s face, he does not like to be called Sammy, but it looks like they tease each other a lot.

“Oh, please. There is nothing little about him, shorty,” I stated with a blank face which contoured into a large smile at the scowl Dean shot at me. “Alright, cut to the chase. What do you want?”

“It’s obvious that you would notice the disappearance of many people in this town, correct?” I nodded, getting an idea of where this was going. “Can you name them? All of them or a few, if you can.”

“It is no problem,” I told them all about the people around town, and how they said they would go to the lake one day but never come back. “Yeah, my roommates went to a party down by the lake last night. They didn’t come back either, but that could be because they’re sluts.”

“Do you not care for their safety?” Dean countered. He looked confused and slightly upset, but I do not know why.

“We are very different people,” I explained. “They are extroverts, and I am socially awkward. They’re in college for the experience, I’m here for a degree. They like being in large groups at parties, I like staying at home by myself, reading. They have guys over all the time, and I haven’t even kissed a guy!” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air in an exasperated manner. 

“You have trust issues, girl,” Dean muttered as his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his jacket and looked at the contact. “It’s Cas, I’ll be back.” With that, he walked out of my dorm and into the hall.

“Do you know where this party was?” I nodded again, already aware that we were going to head there, so I grab my car keys. “You’re prepared.”

“I know how investigations work. You ask where the scene is, and we check it out,” I said as we walked out of the dorm to see Dean pacing while on the phone. 

“Cas needs my help with something. Can you guys handle it?” He did not even wait for an answer before taking off towards the exit. “Thanks, Sammy!”

“Follow me.” We walked out to my Honda Accord. “It’s not a fancy Impala, but it does the job well enough.”

“How did you know… I am not going to ask. Let’s head out.” 

~

“Welcome to Lake Havarti, the biggest lake in the state,” I led him over to the clearing of trees that had a small house, large fire pit, and a great view of the lake. “This was where the party was last night.”

“Can I ask a personal question before we continue?” He reached out to grab my hand before I could walk closer towards the house.

“Of course, Sam. What’s up?” I turned around to meet his gaze. He still held my hand, but I barely noticed it; it felt right to me.

“Is there a reason you haven’t had your first kiss?” He looked genuinely interested and a little anxious.

I hesitated, trying to think of a logical reason, but I came up empty. “I guess I haven’t found the person I trust enough for it. You see, not many people talk to me. My parents left when I was younger, Foster parents did not treat me as an equal, my roommates only talk to me when it’s required, and other students think I’m weird for keeping to myself. I just think it’s best to hold everything in, I guess.”

“Do you trust me?” He dropped his head to rest his forehead on mine. My breathing quickened slightly, but I kept my eyes in his. For the first time, I could not read the emotion in someone’s eyes.

“Yes,” I said in a soft tone; I was surprised he heard it. I was even more startled when he leaned down more to plant his lips on mine. At first, my eyes widened in shock, but I relaxed after a few seconds, leaning into Sam. Our lips crashed together for a little more than a minute before he pulled away.

“How was that for a first?” He asked with a light smile, swollen lips included. I noticed movement behind Sam, so I tried to look behind him. He took this as a negative, and he immediately let me go before stepping to the side, cursing himself for making me uncomfortable.

“Sam, help me look for whoever that was,” I whispered. He stopped talking to himself momentarily to look at me as if I had two heads.

“Wait, you saw something?” Again, I nodded as if it were obvious. I turned around to look near the firepit while Sam continued speaking. “I thought I made you uncomfortable during the kiss. Thanks for giving me a heart attack there, (Y/N).” 

Right as I turned around, I was met with an old lady waving her hands in a circular motion behind Sam. I did not have the chance to yell before she thrust her hand forward and bursts of green flew from her palms, slamming into Sam’s back. He fell, face down, onto the dirt unconscious. I looked up to see the old woman had vanished, and I ran over to Sam’s body. 

“Sam, please, you can’t be one of them, too,” I wept as I rolled him over to lay on his back with his head in my lap. “I can’t lose you now that I just found you.”

~~~

There is a part two.

~~~~~

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You Had Me At “Hello.”(Peter Maximoff X Summers! Reader)

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace’s Share The Love Bingo. Square Filled: Psychic Reveals Love Interest.  Also, entry for @a-mess-of-fandoms​ with the prompt, “You had me at Hello.” Also, entry for @geekandbooknerd​’s 1k Celebration with the prompt, “Are you insane?” “Do you really want me to answer that?”

Warnings: Alex lives.

W.C. 1488

Summary: The reader does not want to attend her brother’s mutant school but falls in love with a certain speedster.

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google)

“Are you insane, Scott? I don’t need to go to your mutant academy just because you and Alex have dangerous mutations. I don’t even have one!” You rebutted against your twin brother who had just been released to visit his family for the first time since he’s been there. Almost three months ago, his mutant manifested and destroyed the boy’s bathroom at our school. I ended up being the one to call Alex when I heard the commotion in the hall about a boy with laser vision. You went to investigate, leaning it was Scott, and you called your older brother to help. Now, both of your brothers are concerned that you will have a mutation just as dangerous as theirs, and they think it is best to enroll in Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. 

“Do you really want me to answer that? The odds of you having a mutation similar to are is a lot higher than you think. Jean said she did a report for one of her classes about the probability of mutations running in the family. She is pretty positive you will have one, too, (Y/N/N),” Scott reasoned, but to you, it felt more like a lecture.

“She’s a student, Scott. She could be wrong,” you countered with a slight scowl on your face as Alex started to drive out of the driveway. “Where are we going?”

“I asked Hank, and Charles about it, and they think it is in your best interest to go to the school,” Alex said sympathetically while looking back at you through the rear view mirror. “It is for your protection, (Y/N/N).”

“You guys can’t make me go!” You yelled as you reached for the door, Alex locking it before you could open it. “Let me out of here! You guys are practically kidnapping me! I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. Get that through your thick skulls.”

Under his breath, you hear Scott say something along the lines of, “I had a feeling you’d say that” before he pulled his phone out and called someone. As he was lifting his phone up to his ear, everything around you started moving slowly, You looked outside to see the car barely moving. Looking up towards Scott and Alex, Scott was moving the phone towards his ear as if he was moving -1 mile per hour, but the speedometer in front of Alex said the car was going almost 70 miles per hour. 

“Guys?” They made no recognition that you had called out to them. “If you’re taking me to this place, go faster.” They still moved slower than snails, but you were still at normal speed. You looked at the lock before pulling it up and opening the door. You looked back at the boys before stepping out and walking back towards the house. 

Meanwhile, in the car, Scott is calling Charles to tell him that they were on their way, and he may need to tap into your mind when he turned around to see no one in the back seat. He started to panic, not knowing Charles had answered, and Scott was yelling at Alex to turn around. 

Charles took it into his own hands realizing that you had a mutation similar to Peter’s speed. He had Kurt and Peter go to your house knowing that was the place you would hide out at. Peter was obviously happy to have another speedster at the school and on missions. Kurt was going as a backup if Peter couldn’t get you to the school willingly, so he would teleport you there. To reach you, Kurt teleported Peter and himself to your location, noticing immediately that it was not your home.

On your way home after leaving your older brothers in the car, everything around you was still moving slower than slow, in your opinion. You wanted to know why everything was slow, but you did not want to believe that you were dangerous. You were angry with your brothers for trying to take you away. The fact that they thought you were dangerous hurt more than anything else could. While walking back, you realized that you had no idea of where you were going. You ended up in a wooded area thinking it was a short cut. You wanted to scream; if your brothers hadn’t tried to force you to the mutant school, this never would have happened. You sat in a clearing, the thoughts brewing in your mind.

“I. Am not. A. Mutant!” You yelled at nothing while slamming your hands into the dirt below you. At the volume of your voice and power of your fists, a sonic boom was created, making a crater in the forest floor. It looked as if a meteor hit the Earth less than a second before. Afraid of your power, you stood and walked back until your back hit a tree. Tears began to pool in your eyes at the thought of your brothers being right. As the tears began to fall down your cheeks, you heard the crunch of leaves and twigs.

“Hello. I’m Peter. This is Kurt,” the silver-haired boy said. He ran closer to you while the blue boy stayed back. Peter kneeled in front of you to hold your hand lightly. “We were sent by Charles Xavier.”

“I’m a monster in my own skin. My brothers tried to help, but I couldn’t accept the possibility of me being dangerous,” You whispered. Kurt had walked off to examine the crater you made previously. Peter just held onto your hands tighter before he made eye contact with you.

“You are not a monster. You are (Y/N) Summers. You are a mutant. Most importantly, you are a speedster.”

~~

It has been nearly six months since Peter managed to persuade you to enroll in the school for mutants. It was easy for you to settle in as you knew two of the students, Kurt and Peter, plus Scott was still attending the school, and Alex had started working there. Speaking of your brothers, they were confused when they arrived at the school a week later after searching for you to see you sitting at a table with Jean, Kurt, and Peter. You were smiling and laughing at something that was previously said by a member of the group. 

Today was Saturday, and the plan was to go to the mall now that you were deemed ‘under control.’ You guys were going to head out around noon, but you had a few hours to kill as it was barely nine. You decided to get some fresh air, so you opted to see under a tree that was by the pond in the courtyard. 

Upon hearing footsteps coming towards you, your eyes left the rippling water of the pond to the face of Jean, the person you considered to be your best friend. “Hi, Jean. Is it already noon?”

“No, I just saw the opportunity to talk to you alone,” she said as she sat beside you. You nodded as for her to continue. “I know how much you like Peter.”

“Shush! He could zoom over and hear you,” you panicked. How did she know?

“Maybe because I’m a telepath,” she smiled. Your cheeks flushed when you realized that she just read your thoughts.

“How long have you known?”

“The first month, but I never said anything. Also, your thoughts are extremely loud,” She laughed. “I can tell you that Peter likes you, too. Make a move today. If you don’t, I’ll tell him for you.” With that, she stood up and walked away.

You got up to chase after her which, obviously did not take too long. “Wait a minute here, you can’t blackmail me into admitting my feelings for Peter! How is that fair?” She remained silent with a smirk on her face as if she pulled off a master plan. “What’s with the smirk?”

“You like me?” A voice from behind you said, stunned. You froze once you recognized the voice of Peter asking the question. You cringed before slowly turning around to meet Peter’s curious eyes. “So?”

“I’ll be honest, Peter. You had me at ‘hello.’” You said, smiling lightly as your cheeks became red with embarrassment. He did not answer for a minute; you started getting nervous and began to play with your fingers while waiting for his answer. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“Wait,” he reached out to grab your hand before you could speed away from him. “I’m gonna say this before your brothers come out here and beat my ass, but I like you, too. I want to take you on a date if you’d let me?”

You were at a loss of words at his confession, but you sobered quickly after hearing your brothers talking to Jean by the entrance. “Of course, Pete. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

~~~~~

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Do You Trust Me? (Pt2) (Sam Winchester X Reader)

Fandom: Supernatural

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace’s Share The Love Bingo. Square Filled: Sleeping Beauty. Also entry for @spnquotebingo with the prompt, “The first boy I ever kissed ended up in a coma for three weeks.”

Warnings: None

W.C. 1220

Summary: When a small town suffers disappearances, the Winchesters put their trust into a criminology student, and Sam not only falls in love but also gets cursed.

Beta’d by the talented @mariekoukie6661​ Thank you <3

THIS IS PART TWO TO THIS STORY

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Quara)

“Sam, please, you can’t be one of them, too,” I wept as I rolled him over to lay on his back with his head in my lap. “I can’t lose you now that I just found you.”

I reached into his pocket to call Dean, thinking that he would know how to fix this.

“Sammy, I left you less than a day ago. What did you do wrong?” He laughed.

“Actually, it’s (Y/N). Sam got hit by this old hag, and now, he won’t wake up. I don’t know what to do, Dean,” I practically whispered before breaking into a sob towards the end.

“Shit.”

~

The incident happened almost two weeks ago. Since then, over half of the town had disappeared. Dean came back the next day with Cas and Bobby. He said they would be able to help us solve it quicker since Bobby had encountered something like this before.

We decided that it was an immortal witch and the solution would be to burn her alive. We knew she resided in the lakeside hut. We were waiting in the basement at my parents’ house given that they disappeared about a week ago. I was sitting on a loveseat, looking in some old legends in the town for any witches.

“Find anything yet?” Dean asked as he came to sit next to me with a sandwich in his hand for me.

“I found a coven of witches from the 1700s but they were all hung and burned on August 9th. The only way that she would be a part of this is that she wasn’t killed,” I said while taking the food.

“She could have been a child back then. Did they kill any kids?” Bobby pitched in as he sat at the counter of the kitchenette. 

“‘The infant girl, as shown on page 96, was excused from the execution as she did not show any signs of magic or witchcraft.’” I read from the book.

“That was probably her,” He said as he looked over my shoulder to look at the picture of the young girl in the lake house.

“Then, let’s get to burning,” Boby exclaimed as he grabbed Dean’s keys and threw them to Dean. 

Unfortunately, she did not die. She somehow used the flames to her advantage, and she distracted us while she made her escape. She used her powers to shoot the flames in our direction. I ended up with a third-degree burn on my arm. Cas said he would heal it, but I opted for the normal healing process.

“I know it has been weird being included in a supernatural investigation, but how have you been?” Dean said as he came up to me, helping me change the gauze on my arm.

“My parents fell victim to a psychotic witch, and the first boy I ever kissed ended up in a coma for three weeks. How do you think I feel?” I turned my head to throw a half-glare at him. 

“You kissed Sam?” He seemed to know the answer but still confused that Sam would make the move on someone he had just met.

“That’s the question you decide to ask? Out of all of the things you could say, you ask if I kissed your brother,” I laughed, but he seemed legitimately serious. “Yes, Dean, we kissed. Are you going to kick me from the investigation now?”

“Far from it, actually,” He gasped as he took off towards the dining area and all but ran to another book in the backpack Bobby brought. He flipped through the pages, briefly skimming the contents, before stopping on a page about three-fourths of the way through. “I think I know how to get Sam and everyone out of their coma.” He walked over to the coffee table, and Bobby and Cas stood around the book. I slowly walked out and sat on the floor by the coffee table. “It’s a long-shot, but what if the witch is like a fairytale thing?”

“What kind of bullshit are you going on about, Dean?” Bobby practically yelled at the stupidity of this new plan.

“Think about it, a witch that cannot burn.” Dean pointed to a page in his dad’s journal. “All of the witches he has seen could be burned.”

“There is this one story that I used to read that had a witch and the only thing that could stop her was true love, but that wouldn’t help us,” I said with a shrug.

“I could be. Listen, all of the people that disappeared were couples. We can assume they kissed and she is summoned. The time you and Sam kiss, she sends him to sleep but not you.”

“So what are you saying?” I could tell where this was going, but I did not like the sound of it. “I am not going to kiss Sam out of a coma. That’s weird and awkward, no thanks.”

“It may be our only option,” Cas said in a monotone voice. 

~

That is where we are now; sneaking into the lakeside house to get to Sam. I watched her drag his body into the house. I saw her put him into one of the rooms, so I led the three boys into this cabin. 

Upon entering, we were met with dozens of sleeping bodies. I nearly stepped on them as I made my way to the fourth bedroom on the left. The boys decided to stay out on guard while I kissed the sleeping beauty. 

I walked in to see Sam haphazardly laid across the bed, and the witch slept in the chair by the window. I carefully walked towards Sam before turning him to lay on his back rather than his stomach. 

“I’m sorry, Sammy. It’s just as awkward for you as it is for me,” I whispered into his ear, thinking he might be able to hear me. Taking a deep breath, I leaned down to connect our lips. His lips were cold and chapped, unlike the first time where they were warm and smooth. After a few seconds, I felt him kiss back weakly. I jumped away, thinking it was a fragment of my imagination, but his green-blue eyes met mine as soon as I pulled back. “Hi, Sammy.”

“You kissed me to wake me up?” his raspy voice responded, walking up the old hag.

“No, this should not exist!” She shouted as she began to shrink. She continued yelling in agony until she was about the size of an ant before shouting, “True love is not real!” and dying.

“Maybe it is,” Sam said as he grabbed my hand, and I pulled him into the hallway where the dozens of bodies had been laying. However, they were no longer laying but walking, confused, out the doors. Dean, Cas, and Bobby led some of the people who had been in the coma out where they called an ambulance to transport them.

“Did you trust me to wake you up, Sam?”

“Of course I did,” he whispered as he cornered me between the wall and his body.

“What now?”

“I hope you would go on the road with us, maybe be my girlfriend?” I laughed before reaching up to place my hands on his cheeks and pulling him closer.

“I think I’d say yes.”

~~~~~​

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Forgive Me? (Peter Parker X Reader)

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace’s Share The Love Bingo. Square Filled: Breakup/Makeup.

Warnings: None

Summary: Peter and the reader break-up.

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“Peter, I want the truth. Not whatever this bullshit is,” I complained to my boyfriend. We had been together for three years, and this past year, he had a “Stark Internship” and has been blowing off our dates. The truth is, I have an internship at Stark Industries, but Mr. Stark said there was only one intern being me. This raised my suspicion as to what Peter has been sneaking away to do. 

“What do you mean? I’ve been working with Mr. Stark,” he responded nervously. This only made me angry that he is lying to me, but it also scares me thinking he may be cheating on me.

“Mr. Stark told me I was the only intern.”

“Why were you talking to Mr. Stark?”

“Because he offered me an internship. I accepted seeing as you had one too. When I got there the second day, I asked when we would work together, and he said you don’t have an internship. So, tell me, Peter, where have you been sneaking off to every day we have a date? “

“I can’t tell you, (Y/N/N).”

“Then I don’t think we should continue being together if you can’t trust me,” I concluded before turning around, grabbing my school bag and books, and walking out of Peter’s apartment.

~Third Person Point Of View~

It has been just under a month since (Y/N) called it off with Peter. She has seen him around school with his head down, but she didn’t think he would want to talk to her. She would keep to herself in classes they shared, and she didn't think he felt bad. 

In reality, however, Peter was a wreck. He complains to MJ and Ned during lunches and sometimes during his runs, he would ask Karen for advice. When he was at home, he would mope around, and May started to get worried for Peter. Even Mr. Stark had noticed Peter’s lack of happiness.

“What’s happening to you, kid?” Mr. Stark said to Peter after he called the teen to see a new suit.

“Nothing, Mr. Stark,” Peter shakes his head dismissively while looking down.  

“Clearly, it’s something. I know what it looks like when someone has been crying. Either that of your high.”

“No, I’m not high, Mr. Stark.” They walked through the lab, and Mr. Stark looked at Peter as to tell him to continue. Peter caught onto this, so he whispered, “my girlfriend broke up with me.”

“What happened?”

“She said she doesn’t trust me after I didn’t tell her about being Spider-Man.”

“You can tell her if you trust her.” “I don’t want her to be targeted by people after me.”

“I know (Y/N). She can handle herself, and from what you say, you really care about her. I would tell her.”

The next day at school, he had a pep in his step, and he was ready to tell her everything. His first hour chemistry class happened to be one she shared with her, so he approached the classroom before the bell rang. He stood over by her desk waiting for her to come for class. Unfortunately, she did not show up. 

He went into his third hour honors statistics class he shared with her. She did not come to class.

He went to the gym and waited for her with Ned and MJ. She was not there either.

After school, instead of immediately changing to his suit, he went to her house. Her father said she went to Stark Tower yesterday, but she did not go home. He said she texted him saying she was at her friend’s house.

Now, Peter was worried. He sprinted to an alley way to change into his suit. He wanted to find her as soon as possible. He did not want to think of the worst, but the fact that she may have been kidnapped is bold in his mind. 

He swung around the town on his webs before noticing movement on a roof of an abandoned building. He thought of villains he had gone against, and he remembered Venom had gotten away during their last encounter.  

When he landed on the roof, he was met with the sight of his ex-girlfriend gagged and tied to a chair on the ledge. He wanted to run up to her and pull her off of the ledge, but he also wanted to get the person who took her first. He was about to yell at whoever was there, but they responded before he could open his mouth.

“Pretty one, isn’t she? She was walking in an alley, crying, but she hasn’t said a thing since I picked her up. Poor thing didn’t even try to scream for help,” a deep voice said from behind Peter. He could not see who it was, but by the tone of voice, Peter knew it was Venom.

“Let her go. This is our fight. She has nothing to do with this.” Peter looked over at (Y/N) as more tears streamed down her face. Venom had tied a rope and weight to the back of her chair and said if Spider-Man said she had nothing to do with it, he would throw her off of the building. Peter seemed to notice this and began looking for some kind of trap near her. He immediately took notice of the extra rope around her legs and the chair that was being pulled. 

He rushed over to her before cutting all of the ropes, pulling her to him, and swinging her to another rooftop. “Stay here, I will be back to help you home. I need to take care of Venom first.” She did not have time to thank her savior before he swung back to the other rooftop to face Venom. “You don’t mess with my girlfriend without suffering the consequences.”

After the fight and after the authorities came, he left to get (Y/N) again. He sees her curled up against the ledge, sleeping. He smiles lightly before going over to her and picking her up. She jolts awake and almost punches him.

“Woah, hey, babe, you’re okay. I’ve got you now. You’re safe,” He whispers in her ear once she notices it was the man who saved her. She recognized the voice, so she laid her head on his shoulder before passing out again. Peter smiled at her and used his webs to make sure she was secured to her body to his torso. 

He started to swing over to a payphone and began to call her father. “Hey. Mr. (L/N), it’s Peter, I wanted to say I found her at MJ’s house, and she’s going to stay at my house for the night. I know it is late, but I thought you would sleep better knowing she was with me. I’ll have her call you in the morning on my real phone since it is currently dead. Have a good night, sir.” He hung up the phone before petting some of (Y/N)’s hair off of her face.

She buried her face in his neck which caused Peter to laugh lightly. He started swinging back to his apartment down the street before entering through his bedroom window. He vaporized the webs and set her down on his bed before he closed the window and took off his suit. Once he had sweatpants and a t-shirt, she started stirring in her sleep. Her eyes shot open and she took in her soundings, stopping on Peter. He is holding the suit to put it away.

“You’re Spider-Man,” she whispered. He turned around to see her awake as he didn’t expect her to be awake yet.

“Yes. I am going to explain everything, I promise.” She didn’t seem alarmed by this, so he took it as a go-ahead to tell her everything. “I was bitten by a radioactive spider about a year ago. Mr. Stark met with me and made me Spider-Man, and to protect everyone, we referred to it as the Stark Internship. He assumed I told you right away, so he said there was no one else with the internship. I didn’t want to tell you because I did not want you to be punished by people after me. Kinda like what happened tonight. I am so sorry, (Y/N/N). Forgive me?”

“You were trying to protect me?” He nodded shyly. She giggled lightly at his embarrassed expression. “That’s so cute, babe. Of course, I’ll forgive you. This last month has been torture not being with you. I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N) (L/N).”

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Simple Mistake

Marvel & Supernatural Bingo; Spnquotebingo

Doppelganger Square & Quote Square #9 

Sam Wilson x Fem!reader

Side Characters:Steve,Bucky,Natasha,Wanda,OFC!Isabella,OMC!Damian

Warnings:Angst to Fluff; Cheating;Breakup; Misunderstanding;Proposal

F/f is favorite flower (pick anything but red roses sorry if they are ur favorite flower)

S/f/c is Second favorite color

Others should be obvious.

Sam was about to go out with his girlfriend of five years. She was great had a heart of gold and was a total badass. He had a bouquet of [F/f] because red roses were to basic and his girl was anything but. Y/n was unique in all the right ways and today was going to be the day he proposed to her.

The restaurant he made the reservations at was not very crowded and that eased his worry of being rejected. He walked through the doors his head held high when he saw her in a beautiful [S/f/c] dress sitting at a table for two. Sam began to walk over,but was stopped in his tracks a man around his age came from the back of the restaurant and leaned down and kissed her. A soft giggle filled the air making his lungs stiffen.

She was cheating on him. He didn't even bother turning on his heels out of the restaurant he threw the flowers to the pavement and stomped to his car. Sam was fuming with anger. By the time he got home he had about five missed calls and twenty messages. Some of them were from Steve and Bucky,but the rest were from Y/n asking him where he is and if they were still on for tonight.

Filled with hatred he dialed her number having it ring only twice before it was picked up. "Sam? Dear lord you had me worried! Where are you? I'm at Blú,but they said the reservation was canceled." She said sounding as if she actually cared that he wasn't there. Sam let the anger fuel him. "We're through." He said in a harsh tone. "W-what?!" She asked confused. Now she was just playing dumb. "So you're deaf? We. Are. Fucking. Over!" Sam hung up the phone and continued his drive home. If he only knew the full truth

~ In the restaurant a bit before he came~~

Isabella sat at the table her husband reserved for their two year anniversary. It happened to be the place they first met. Damian was in the bathroom when she got here so she waited at their table in her favorite dress looking at a menu.

He came back from the bathroom giving her the smile she fell in love with. He leaned down and she met him half way connecting their lips in a gentle kiss. Damian took his seat and placed both of their orders and waited for their food. Within a couple minutes the bell above the door rang and he looked behind her wide eyed at the person who just walked in.

A girl in a [F/c] dress looked around the restaurant for someone. "Hun, look." He whispered. Confused his wife turned around and saw a woman that looks exactly like her. The other woman felt their eyes and glanced over the same shocked expression on her face. Bella stood up as she walked closer to the table. "The resemblance in uncanny." The both said at the same time giggling and introduced themselves.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your date,but I was actually looking for my boyfriend. I was running a bit late." Y/n said straightening out her dress. "It alright it just...wow. I never thought I'd ever see my doppelganger in my second favorite color." Bella said and this made the other girl nod. "Same."

Y/n took one more look around. "Imma call him,but it was nice meeting you. If you don’t mind can I get your number I want to get to know my twin more." They exchanged their numbers,before parting ways.

~Present~~

The air felt stale as the dial tone rang out. A single tear fell along with her phone down to the floor she just got home after waiting fifteen minuets outside the restaurant. What the hell was happening? Everything was perfect between them,but the one day she was a little behind on a date he breaks things off with her. Five years down the drain and for what time moving to fast. What did she do to deserve being broken up with over the phone?

She picked up her phone and tried to call him back to explain. More tears flowed as the robotic voice over the phone informed her this number was disconnected. He blocked her. The reality sunk in completely. Y/n texted Natasha and Wanda with shaky hands to come over.Once the reached her apartment they say black lines of massacre on her face and her puffy red eyes.

At Sam's house Bucky and Steve watched their friend pace back and forth in his living room. They didn't understand how things could go sour so quickly. "You're saying your girlfriend" Steve was cut off. "Ex-girlfriend." Sam snapped. "...of five years went to the restaurant that you both planned to have a date at openly cheated on you with another guy. Knowing you'll be there." He finished.

"I honestly don't know man. I don't know why she would do it and she asked me why we were breaking up!" He said waving his hands in frustration. "So you confronted her on the date?" Buck asked and he reserved a no in response. "Well maybe it wasn't what it looked like. You blocked her after calling her. Did she even get a chance to defend herself or apologize?" He went on and Sam paused in his movements. "I'm just saying...give her a chance to explain. She was and still will be the girl you are going to marry."

Sam sat down on the couch between them. He agreed and unblocked her number texting her to go to the coffee place on fifth tomorrow to talk things out. So if things go south neither of them are stuck in a place their uncomfortable.

Y/n read over the text on her phone and quickly sent a reply. She wanted no needed answers about what happened today. Together the set up a time to met and not be a minute late,but being early won't help in this case.

~~Next Day~~~

Sam arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes earlier then planned and sat at a table next to the outdoor patio. He waited there anxiously in the wooden chair he was deep in thought on what to say to her when a too familiar giggle rang in his ears. His head snapped up and through the window he saw Y/n sitting outside with the same guy.

He couldn't control his temper this time he got up and went out on the patio. "What the hell is this!?!" Sam said causing both people to look at him. "Excuse me?" She said confused. "Don't play dumb! Why are you here with him again?" He questioned. Sam wanted to know why she did this twice to him. "This is my husband." She said as she stood up holding her hand out towards her husband telling him to stay seated.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" He asked with frustration in his voice,but heart broken. "I-I don’t know what this is,but I'm sure It was a mistake." Bella said looking at the dark skinned man. "This wasn't a mistake, Y/n. This was you stabbing me in the heart." He said and this made a confused look cross her face before it dawned on her what was happening. "I'm not Y/n." She said laughing a bit.

It was Sam's turn to be confused. "What do you mean your not Y/n?" After the name left his lips a hand tapped his shoulder. "Hey, Sam." His girl said as he turned around and his eyes widened almost out of his socket before he turned back towards the couple. "So it was you I saw at the restaurant. Not Y/n." The women nodded as Y/n stepped next to her. "I saw her kissing him and just thought you were cheating on me." He explained as he looked at her.

Y/n nodded her head. "I figured that. I mean I saw Bella when I got to the restaurant and I was just as shocked." She said smiling up at Sam. A smile broke on his face as well no better time then now since he knew who was his girlfriend. Sam went down on one knee in front of her and pulled out a black velvet box opening it showing a [F/c] diamond ring."Will you the actual Y/n marry me?" He asked.

She covered her mouth and nodded violently. "So I guess were no longer broken up." She said as he slid on the the ring and stood up. "It was just a simple mistake."

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A/n: It's my birthday on Friday so I doubled up on the fics and aesthetic because woah another year I've survived. Not to be biased,but June is by far the best month...Happy Pride!!!🏳️‍🌈 @thisismysecrethappyplace​ @spnquotebingo​

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Miss Mysterio (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Fandom: Supernatural

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace’s Share The Love Bingo. Square Filled: Secret Admirer. Also, entry for @spnquotebingo. Square Filled: “You know this world, this sad, doomed little world, it needs you. It needs you. It needs every last it can get, and I wont let you die.”

Warnings: Language, mentions of sibling committing suicide

W.C. 1449

Summary: Dean has a secret crush on the reader.

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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With growing up in a hunting family, you were bound to know loads of hunters. Your parents were well-known hunters, so you took up hunting when your mother died in a fire. You were the oldest of three, but your younger sister died in the same fire as your mother. This made you step up for your youngest sister who was barely six months at the time, you being five years old. 

You two went on the road with your father. You met many hunters. For instance, Bobby and John were your father’s best friends, so you saw them a lot. You also grew up around Sam and Dean, John's sons. Your father would take you on some of the hunting trips once your sister was able to take care of herself. Sam was only a few months older than your sister, but you were almost a year younger than Dean. 

When you were eleven, your sister got into a fight with your father which caused your father to go out drinking, and your sister to, unfortunately, take her life. You tried to talk her out of it, but she had already used her hunting knife to cut up her arms. The last thing she told you was to make use of her. She died less than an hour after their fight.

The next morning, your father returned to an empty house. You hadn’t left; you were just in the backyard cremating your sister’s body. He did not think you stayed as you and your sister were close, so he assumed you left with her. This is why he didn’t hesitate to pack his belongings and hit the road.

After you remembered what your sister was referring to before her death, you set out to complete it. She always said that she wanted her ashes made into a knife, so you did just that and engraved both of your first initials into the side. When you finished, you went into the house and searched it for your father. You took notice of the lack of junk around the house. You thought he left, so you stayed in the house and made your own life. You started with removing every trace of your father and making the area a little more your style. You also cut off contact with anyone who knew your father, including the Winchesters.

Now, almost 15 years later, you were leaving your house to go on a hunt with Bobby. You loaded the back of your 1966 Chevy Nova that you fixed up and headed out to Bobby’s house. Little did you know, Bobby was setting this up so a certain person would stop stalking you.

You pulled up in the dirt driveway, seeing not only Bobby’s truck but a Chevy Impala you recognized as the Winchesters. You got out, grabbed your backpack and slammed the door before fixing your jacket and walking towards the front door. You stopped when you heard yelling from inside.

“You can’t just keep hiding, Dean. You practically stalk the girl!” Someone inside screamed at who you assumed to be Dean Winchester.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to admit it, Sam. Maybe I don’t want to tell her then end up being rejected to one of us getting killed. You know the business we are a part of. People die every day, and I’d rather not be attached to more people than needed,” Dean responded to Sam.

“I think you should tell her,” You heard Bobby enter. You decided to open the door, and fortunately, it didn’t make a noise. “You have been following her on hunts, and she doesn’t even know. That is just plain out creepy.”

“Mystery girl deserves to know,” You walked into the living room where they became quiet upon your revealed entry. “Like you said, in this life, people die left and right. If you want the chance of a normal life, you would tell her. Who knows, maybe she cares for you too.”

“Wait, who are you?” Sam asked.

“I wouldn’t expect you to remember me. I’m (Y/N), my dad and I used to hunt with you guys,” you left out your sister as you haven’t spoken about her since her death.

“Come on, we’ve got a demon to catch. I’ll give you the run-down.” Bobby led you three to his workroom and started showing you maps and news articles. In these articles were stories of deaths by blood loss and each person had a smile carved on their face. “Dean, you stick with (Y/N) and Sam you’ll be with me. Let’s go.”

After driving in Dean’s Impala for ten minutes in an awkward silence, he decided to strike up a conversation. “So, how have you been?”

“Fine, my low-grade hunts have been enough to entertain me over the years. How about you? Last I heard was Sam going off to college and now, he’s back in the game.” 

“Yeah, our dad went on a hunting trip and decided to go after a demon solo, and I wanted back-up, so I picked up Sammy,” he responded without letting his eyes leave the dimly lit road.

“That’s cool. Did you decide what to do with Miss Mysterio?”

“I want to tell her. How should I tell her?”

“Firstly, do it in person. Secondly, be honest, just don’t tell her you’ve been stalking her. Finally, offer to take her out. Not to like a bar or something, plan out something special. I would give more of my opinion, but we have a demon to keep out.” 

The two of you exited his car, and got out your guns. You didn’t see Bobby’s truck, so the other two had taken the long way. You two walked into the cemetery. The center of it had a locked room. The two of you walked past the gravestones to reach the building to see a chain holding the door closed. 

“What are we supposed to do?” You asked.

“This.” Sam comes up behind you two and breaks the chain. The doors flew open, breaking its own hinges.

“Oh, now you've done it!” You yelled at him. Ghosts came flying out from the doorway. Some flew at you three causing you to duck behind different graves. “Hi I’m Sam, and I thought opening the door with chains was the best idea in the fucking world.”

“I didn’t think this would happen!” You were about to retort, but a few ghosts came up to you before cornering you between a tree and some headstones. You tried to shoot your gun, but you ran out of ammunition trying to stop the ones getting out. You ended up backing up and tripping over an exposed root. They were about to reach you.

Dean, on the other hand, was freaking out. His brother was being chased by ghosts but so was the girl he had been harboring feelings for. He tried to shoot the ghosts over by you but he, too, was out of ammunition. He was not going to throw away his shot at an apple pie life, so he ran to the backpack that held more salt bullets. In the short amount of time Dean had taken his eyes off of you, the ghosts had attacked you, and you were sitting there, bleeding. Gashes covered your arms, face and torso.

“No, no this can’t happen to you,” Dean pleaded. He ran and wrapped his arms around you.

“Yes, it can. It could happen to any of us. I apparently pulled the short stick. At least the Winchester Bros get to continue the family business,” you said weakly. You tried to grasp his hand, But your hands were trembling too much to hold anything.

“No. You know this world, this sad, doomed little world, it needs you. It needs you.. It needs every last it can get, and I won't let you die. I can’t let you die because I love you,” Dean cried. He lifted her up to see John standing there, concerned, alongside (Y/N)’s father. John touched her forehead before slowly disappearing with her father. Dean looked down to see all of her cuts were closed, and the blood on her body and clothes had vanished.

When you woke up, you were in Bobby’s guest room. You blinked hard as the sunlight burnt your sensitive eyes. You went to stand, but noticed a weight on your waist being Dean’s arm. You turned in his arms to be facing him and wrapped your arms around him as well. He unconsciously leaned closer.

“I guess I was Miss Mysterio,” you whispered before kissing his nose lightly and falling back to sleep.

~~~~~

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[bad268]

That Was A Coma? (TFW X Reader)

Fandom: Supernatural

Requested: Entry for @thisismysecrethappyplace‘s Share The Love Bingo. Square filled: Don’t Realize They’re In A Coma. Also, entry for @spnquotebingo​. Square Filled: Free Space- “You scared her into a panic attack.”

Warnings: Sam’s involves cutting, but it’s not detailed. Also, for all of these minis, we’re just going to say Cas did not heal you. Kapeesh?

W.C. 2202

Summary: In each of the shorts, either the reader or character is in a coma.

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Dean Whinchester~ W.C. 490

The darkness over Dean’s eyes rises, and he is met with a large house surrounded by a forest. Baby sat in the driveway along with a Chevy Nova. The house itself was a two-story, and it had a wrap-around porch. Sitting on the porch, (Y/N) was holding their newborn daughter, Mary. Their twin sons, Johnny and Danny, playing with blocks at their mother’s feet. Once the young boys caught the sight of their father, they started running for him. This caused (Y/N) to chuckle lightly as to not disturb the infant in her arms.

“They missed you, Dean. Maybe hold off the traveling for a while, please? I’m exhausted.” Dean saw a simple ring upon her left ring finger and assumed he married her. The only downside, Dean cannot remember anything between the last hunt they did and now. He remembered proposing to his longtime girlfriend before him and Sam left for a hunt only to encounter a  demon. Dean remembers nothing after that.

“Daddy,” One of the boys said to Dean, “When can we play?”

“Let’s play catch, daddy!” The other yelled. Dean was confused. He had never played catch in his life, but apparently, he had played it many times with his sons. His sons. Dean thought he could get used to that.

“Quiet down, Johnny. Mary is finally asleep,” (Y/N) scolded.

“Sorry, mama.”

“(Y/N), I can take her. I can play with the boys’ later while you take a nap,” Dean offered.

“Thanks. Dean, but I don’t want to put the pressure on you,” she countered.

“I’ll wake you up in a few hours.”

“I’m not the one that needs to wake up, Dean. You are. I need you to wake up,” her voice began to fade as well as the large house, woods, and children. They faded into the night sky; a black background filled with millions of stars. “Dean, please. We still need to plan everything for the wedding. You can’t give up now, baby. You fought through hell and purgatory and back. Don’t let a stupid demon be the cause of your death, Dean. I can’t live without you, Dean Winchester.”

“What did I miss, (Y/N/N)?”

“Only you would try to be smooth as soon as you wake up from a coma after nearly two months, Winchester,” (Y/N) said, grasping Dean’s hand with both of hers. “You can’t say anything since you’re gonna be a Winchester in a few months,” Dean smiled as he looked at her.

“Speaking of which, Dean, I found out that I am pregnant with twins while you were out,” She looked nervous, but Dean was ecstatic. His mind immediately pictured the two boys at the ranch from his ‘dream.’

“If they’re boys, can we name them Johnny and Danny?”

“How about something more classy? Jonathan and Daniel?” Dean nodded and realized that the ‘dream’ would be his reality in a few years.

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Sam Winchester~ W.C. 503

Sam woke up laying flat on the pavement. He remembers falling asleep in the Impala with Dean on the way back to the bunk, but the rest is foggy. He stands up as he surveys his surroundings. He sees that he is in a small town. By the looks of it, there was no one there, so he approached a small tavern across the street from where he was standing. Even though the distance was only a narrow road between him and the building, it seemed like he was walking for miles before the saloon disappeared into thin air. 

He looked around again, seeing himself in the bunker. He assumes that Dean is in his room, so he approached the older Winchester’s room. The door burst open before Sam reached his room causing him to step back. From the room came Sam’s girlfriend, (Y/N), with Dean chasing her.

“If you’re not going to do anything to say him, I will,” she shouted.

“I’m not letting you sell your soul for Sammy. That’s my job,” Dean countered.

“If you would have done your job correctly, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we, Dean?” Sam had seen that glare from his girlfriend before. The thought that this is what his brother and girlfriend would result after his death made Sam feel uneasy.

“If you are implying that this was my fault, you are sorely mistaken.”

“Maybe it was. I wasn't there; Sam isn’t alive to vouch for you. So tell me, Dean, why should I believe that you didn’t cause this?” 

“Why don’t you ask Sam?”

“Fine.” Sam expected her to walk up to him but noticed the tears in her eyes as she disregarded his presence and walked straight into the bathroom. Sam looked over to Dean, seeing a look of recognition as to what he had just told his brother’s girlfriend. Dean, promptly, ran towards the bathroom before beginning to bang on the door. Sam, realizing that he can go through the door, enters the bathroom. 

He is met with the glazed-over expression of his girlfriend lying in the bathtub with bloody slits up her arms.

Sam woke with a start to see Dean sitting next to him. Sam looked around the room, noticing he was in a hospital, but he did not see his girlfriend. Dean must have been able to read his expression because he spoke first.

“Some shot you took, Sammy. You were in a coma for three weeks. I had to bribe (Y/N) just to go home and sleep. Y’know she’s gonna be mad that you woke up the one time she wasn’t here,” Dean laughed as the door opened revealing (Y/N).

“Goddammit, Sammy.” She practically ran over to Sam’s bedside. “Were you trying to give me a heart attack?” Sam grabbed her arms before inspecting her forearms, not seeing any new vertical scars. “It didn’t get that bad, Sammy. I would’ve broken my six years clean if you were out longer, though.”

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Castiel Nokak~ W.C. 638

Normally when you wake up, one of the boys is talking loudly in the living room that happens to be directly outside your room. Today, however, was extremely quiet. This caused you to think if they had a hunt or if they said they went for food. Not remembering them mentioning anything, you got up from your bed before walking out of the room to investigate the bunker. 

You decided to look around the living room, kitchen, library, even their respective rooms. You did not find either of your friends or even your boyfriend, Cas. You also did not see a note stating where they went. While walking outside, you notice the absence of Dean’s Impala. You assumed a hunt came up last minute, and they didn’t have time to wake you or write a note.

Your gut was telling you to call one of them, so you started dialing Cas’s number. After three rings, his voicemail came through. When you called Sam and Dean, however, static came through your phone’s speakers. After calling Cas another time and reaching his voicemail again, you started walking towards Sam’s room because out of the three, he would be the one to write a note. 

Once you reached his room, you saw his room vacant of his belongings. All of his clothes, his books, his laptop, everything was gone. You ran to Dean’s room and noticed the empty space similar to Sam’s. You didn’t think they would ever leave for no reason.

You looked outside and saw nothing but grey clouds out of the windows. You tried to focus on anything in the distance. You saw something undefined out past some trees. You squint your eyes, and you make out a human. 

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t see or hear Cas appear behind you, so when he approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder, you nearly punched the angel in the face. The room along with Cas started to disappear into a bright, white light. 

You attempted to run towards anything, but you felt as if you were running in place. Your breath caught in your throat, and you found it hard to breathe, so you sat on the floor to try and regain your breath. You tried to lay back flat on the floor to expand your diaphragm. When you laid back, your eyes felt like weights, so you closed them. After relaxing for a minute, you started to hear voices.

“You scared her into a panic attack while in a coma, Cas,” One of the voices said. To you, it sounded like Dean.

“Yeah, she said she only panics at the discos,” Another voice, similar to Sam’s, laughed.

“I do not understand that reference, but It is not like I tried to scare her,” One, you recognized as Cas’s voice, said.

You attempted to peel your eyes open, but the lights burned your eyes. You could tell one of the boys saw your eyes moving, and the lights started to dim. You tried to open your eyes again and succeeded this time. You saw the Winchesters sitting on a small couch in the room, and Cas standing by your side.

“What happened, boys?” “We went on the hunting trip in Missouri and came back seeing you asleep, and your melatonin pills were empty,” Cas responded.

“Yeah, I was running out. Why’s that special?” “Before we left, there were 12 pills left. We were gone for two days. The bottle says two a day, (Y/N/N),” Cas states as gently as he could. It was now that you noticed the absence of the Winchesters.

“I told you they didn’t help. I didn't realize I took so many. Did I get pumped?”

“Yeah. We’ll talk to the doctor and get food, and maybe change your prescription.” “That’ll work.”

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Jack Kline~ W.C. 569

It was midnight by the looks of the placement of the moon in the night sky. You were walking down a road surrounded by woods. In the distance, you saw a car driving towards you. You attempted to move off to the side of the road but your feet seemed to be cemented into the asphalt. 

When the car was a few yards from you, you shut your eyes, not wanting to see the charm impact you. After a few seconds, you noticed the lack of pain which caused you to open your eyes. The hood of the car had stopped barely a centimeter away from you. Finally able to move, you backed away from the car, noticing, now, it was the Impala the Winchesters had. Looking through the windshield, you caught sight of Lucifer in the car, but you blinked and the car was gone. You looked around yourself still standing in the middle of the abandoned road. You heard the rustling of leaves off to the side, so you went to investigate hesitantly.  

“If this is what is going on in her head, where is she?” You heard the voice of your boyfriend, Jack, say to someone else from the depths of the trees.

“She could be anywhere. It’s her mind, so she could be basically anywhere, Jack,” the voice of Castiel responded to him. Jack had practically begged Castiel to take him into your mine to, hopefully, coax you out of this coma you did not know you were stuck in. This is when you decided to emerge from the trees and towards the two who stood in a clearing near an abandoned fireplace. “There she is.”

“Hey, guys, where’s Dean and Sam? You guys seem to always be with them,” you smirked at Castiel.

“They cannot exactly get into your mind,” He countered.

“Yeah! You are in a coma, and I thought this would be the best way to help you out of it,” Jack exclaimed. 

“You’re serious?” They nodded before backing away as the scenery vanished into a pale white light. 

Looking over at your side, you see monitors strapped to you, and Jack standing beside Castiel with Sam and Dean asleep in uncomfortable-looking chairs. You tried to sit up but felt something restraining you. Sam woke up upon hearing your monitor speed up and, promptly, woke up Dean. As you looked under the blanket, you saw bandages wrapping your torso and your left shoulder. Castiel, Sam, and Dean stood up to leave, and Jack came to my side.

“Are you feeling okay?” He grabbed my hand as he sat on the edge of the bed on my right.

“What happened?” You questions which cause Jack to go into a graphic description of how you somehow got shot three times, twice in your stomach and once in your shoulder. He also told you how much he begged Castiel to go into your head, as he couldn’t do it yet. “That’s gross. I did not need to hear all of that as soon as I woke up, but thank you, Jack, for getting in my head. Tell me that you didn’t get into the secret shrine of Danny Devito.”

“I do not understand that reference, but if it makes you happy, no I didn’t,” He said which made you smile. “But now that you brought that up, can you tell me who Danny Devito is?”

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