Title: Heart

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 3,826

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fainting

Summary: Out of all the things to happen on your birthday, the one thing you hadn’t expected was to wake up in the universe of your favorite show, Supernatural.

A/N: I just wondered what would happen if you suddenly showed up in the bunker one day.


Your name: submit What is this?


Your first thought after opening your eyes was that it was your birthday. Giddiness swelled up inside of you and you grinned, staring up at the blank ceiling above you. It only took a moment before you smile began to fade. Your bedroom ceiling had glow-in-the-dark stars on it; they’d been stuck there ever since the third grade when you’d got them as a gift from your aunt in Connecticut. Slowly, you sat up and looked around. The room was orderly and the furnishings were the bare minimum.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore,” you murmured to yourself, carefully swinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing. The floor was cold beneath your feet and you looked down. Concrete floors beneath your feet and wooden furniture. The room looked strangely like Sam’s on Supernatural, and you wondered if maybe this was some kind of strange practical joke by your sisters. You opened the door and peeked outside. This can’t be real, you thought, stepping out into the hallway. It was an exact replica of the hallway of the bunker. I don’t know how she did this, but she’s really stepped up her game for my birthday… You walked down the hall. Smelling bacon, you smiled and followed the winding corridor towards the heavenly scent. Your dad always made bacon on your birthday and the giddiness was back.

You had only taken a few steps into the kitchen when the unmistakeable sound of a gun cocking came from behind you. You froze in place, looking around the room. This was not your kitchen. This was…

“The bunker,” you whispered.

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Vintage Bars and Ballrooms

Steve Rogers x Reader Modern!AU

Summary: Tony tries to hook his assistant with his ‘muscly virgin’ friend, Steve. But she just can’t take this also muscly guy she met in a vintage bar in Brooklyn out of her mind.
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, implied sexy times!
5,826 words

Notes: I’ve been writing this for weeks, lmao. I feel like Steve is too ooc but WELL, Steve Rogers is a kinky bitch and no one can tell me otherwise. This is based on the 4th prompt of this AU list but slightly changed! This is the dress I mentioned down there if you want to see aaand I guess that’s it. Hope you guys enjoy! HAPPY READING. <3

You were unusually late and disheveled, your ponytail with strands falling over your face as you tried to balance Tony and Pepper’s coffee, the meeting files you had to study in the night before and your shoulder bag all while trying to find your badge in the mess inside of it. 

Happy, being the kind soul and good samaritan he was, immediately recognized you and asked for the security guard to free your entry, an amused smile curving his lips as he watched your struggles by the reception table. 

Oh, Happy. Always the charmer.

As you finally stepped into the elevator (thankfully empty), you couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh of relief, setting for bag down for a moment as you tried to right yourself while still holding the cups of coffee. 

If you were a lucky girl, you’d probably arrive before your two bosses arrived (which usually happened), but because you were unfortunately late in that day, they were already there.  

Or rather, right in the elevator with you. And just one of them. 

“You know you’re late right?” Tony’s amused voice filled the cubicle once you were done, instantly making you flinch startled and him snicker quietly through the speakers. “You’re hungover! No, wait– you’re doing the walk of shame!”

You looked up at the camera in the corner of the metal wall and rolled your eyes at it, knowing that he was watching you just by the way the device followed your moves.

“No, I’m not having a walk of shame.” You protested with a glare, fixing your posture straighter as you let out a deep breath. “It was an unusual mishap, I’m sorry.”

Tony’s laugh echoed through the speakers again and you tried to hold back an amused smile as the elevator stopped at your office’s floor, part of you already knowing that he was probably waiting for you just outside the door and eager for his coffee. 

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time is not so friendly
cried the little yellow leaf

summer is for green fools
and winter is a silent thief

whose voice rumbles deep below
but is hardly ever heard

and it seals fates and steals light
without even saying a word