Title: Not Like This Character: Danny Rand A/n: Agnst, may or may not be total shit but I like it. I also hate writing fights but it was a necessary evil.
Danny brushed his hand through his hair, weaving past some of the people who were still out on the streets that evening. His steps were quick as he tried to get to Colleen’s dojo as soon as possible, a little smile on his face at the prospect of seeing you.
Earlier that morning, Danny took you to meet her and Claire for the first time. He knew you the change of scenery would do you some good and since Joy had forced him to come into the office that day. It seemed like the perfect plan to get you out for a little.
Plus, the two of them were more than thrilled to meet the girl Danny wouldn’t shut up about and get to ask you questions about what he was like when he was younger.
And when he mentioned you were learning to defend yourself, Colleen practically lit up at the idea of getting to teach you.
Danny missed you throughout the day though.
He had become so accustomed to having you around him all the time that when a full day passed and all he had to do for the day was paparwork, he was more than thrilled to see you again and hear everything about your day.
He didn’t even notice when some guy directly knocked into him, briefly apologizing before carrying on his way.
The delight was short lived though, because as soon as he made to into the building of the dojo, it was unnervingly quiet. Colleen almost always had music playing and the inside of the building was pitch black.
Using the light on his phone, Danny managed to find his way through the building. But his blood ran cold when the door of the main dojo was hanging open, several of the screws on the hinges loose or on the floor.
Danny slowly stepped inside, the light from the street lamps streaming in from the windows, letting him see that the room was empty. He reached into his coat to grab his phone to look for any messages from any of you, but in the pocket his hand grabbed onto a card.
It was a small bit of stiff paper with an address written out in mismatched letters and numbers, he flipped it over to a symbol he was becoming far too familiar with as of recently.
He took one more glance around the room before bolting out of the building.
It was a warehouse.
Why is it always warehouses?
Danny parked his car a bit of distance away, taking a moment to stake out the place and noticing that one was stationed outside, but the card told him he was in the right place.
He quickly made his way to the enterence, looking around and noticing that different sections of it were blocked off by rows of shipping units.
Whoever took the three of you must have gassed the room, Colleen and Claire were capable of handling their own and you might not have been the best fighter but you were smart enough to know how to work your way of dangerous situations.
Still, Danny could feel how hard his heart was beating, practically knocking against his ribcage at the thought of you all being hurt or worse.
Then came the scream.
It was you, he just knew it.
The sound rang in his ears and everything in him just stopped. When Danny heard it again his feet took off, trying to follow the noise. He could make out distict yelling and the overall noise of struggle echoed against the dull walls of the warehouse.
He ran passed a unit but jumped out of his skin whenever something was thrown against it, he skidded back to the opening.
Danny didn’t even notice he fist was glowing until it went through the steel of the lock, practically shattering the whole thing as the doors limply hung open.
All he could see was Claire strapped to a chair and several men holding various weapons try and take on Colleen
She had managed to get herself loose of the restraints and was trying to take care of them.
Danny was only pulled out of his daze when one of them managed to punch him right underneath his ribs.
After catching his breath, Danny took out all of the men in the front of the unit. Once that was taken care of he broke off the restraints for Claire.
“Where’s (Y/n)?” Danny asked as he helped her to stand.
“Some of them took her to the back of the unit, I’ll help Claire. Go get her.” Claire ordered, pushing him away and grabbing the nearest weapon she could find.
While Claire and Colleen kept the men busy, Danny jumped over some boxes and immediately saw you slumped against the corner of unit wall.
One of the men landed a kick into your stomach and Danny leaped into action. Trying his best to keep his focus on the task at hand, but the sound of your screaming was still etched into his subconscious.
One guy had managed to pin him against the wall, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw another man walk up to you again.
It took a minute to get himself out of the hold, but just as Danny was about to go to you. You were standing againt the wall now, the man limply leaning against you.
Danny’s brows scruched together, but once you pushed the man off of you and he fell to the ground, blood pooling around he knew something was wrong.
Something clattered onto the ground and Danny watched you staring blankly ahead until you slowly sunk the floor.
Danny ran to you, his hands grasping onto your shoulders while he resisted the urge to go absolutely ballistic at the sight of you.
Bruises trailed down the one side of your hairline and your lip had been split, and he didn’t even want to think about all the injuries he couldn’t see.
But what made him the most heartbroken was the way your gaze was fixated upon your hands. They were covered in blood and your fingers were trembling terribly.
“(Y/n)?” He asked again, his voice much shakier now. “Please look at me.” He begged, hands coming up to cradle your face, his eyes starting to water when he noticed your skin felt like ice.
He could see the terror in your eyes but your expression remained cold. It took a moment but your gaze slowly came to meet his.
“I’m fine.” You whispered, gaze flittering down to your hands.
“Danny,” Claire said, coming up behind him while her hand rested on his shoulder. “She’s going into shock, you have to get her out of here she calm down. We took care of the rest of them.”
Danny only nodded, standing up before he arms wrapped around you in a protective hold, helping you walk out of the storage unit.
He could see you were breathing heavily and you kept mumbling to youself. All he could was tell you over and over again how sorry he was.
Claire lead the whole operation from there, checking everyone’s wounds before putting her sole focus onto you. Danny had given you his jacket and all three of then were doing their best to bring you back.
Once you were starting to come to, Claire ordered Danny to take you home as soon as possible and gave him strict instructions to take care of you and help you rest.
He made sure both Claire and Colleen were completely safe before taking you home.
It was so strange, he couldn’t recall a time when you were completely silent around him. Unless you were lost in a book, you wanted to know everything that was happening with him or the world around you.
But now, to see you look so lost made his heart ache.
It wasn’t until you were safe inside his apartment, sitting on his bed in a new change of clothes, that Danny tried to talk to you again.
“I thought you would be safe at Colleen’s, I had no idea something like this would happen to any of you,” He started. “I am so sorry.”
You placing your hand on top of his. “It’s okay, you didn’t know.”
Danny couldn’t help but shake his head. “Are you okay? I just heard you screaming and I took off running.” His fingers lightly traced the banaged Claire had placed on your hands.
“I never wanted to hurt anyone.” You said, your voice breaking off at the end. “And now I’ve killed someone.”
Danny hands reached out to you and pulled into a tight hug. “It wasn’t your fault, that person deserved what he got and you only did what you had to.”
He could hear your muffled cries, and he didn’t know how to make the pain go away.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you. I never wanted to put you in danger,” He whispered, pulling back and resting his forehead against yours. “This doesn’t change anything about you. You’re gonna be just fine, okay?”
You wiped at your eyes and only offered him a weak smile, not having the heart to give him a proper response.
“Ugh I’m exhausted,” you complained, as you peeled off your dance wear and headed to the shower. The hot water soaked out all the sweat and frustrations from today’s practice. You didn’t want to get out but alas, you didn’t want to up your boyfriend’s water bill.
You hopped out of the shower and dried off before putting on some sweats and a shirt that belonged to Minghao. After brushing and tying your hair up into a bun, you returned to Minghao’s room.
He had picked you up after dance and brought you back to his place for a while. He wasn’t promoting at this time and had a few days to relax, and he wanted to spend some, if not all, of those days with you.
You collapsed onto his bed, ready to take a nap. You huddled under the covers and snuggled into the bed. His bed smelled so strongly of him that you instantly relaxed, and soon you were out.
“Y/N are you hung-” Minghao started, but when he opened the door, he found you knocked out on his bed. He gave a soft laugh and walked over to you. “Sweet dreams my dancing queen,” he said, before kissing your forehead and gently climbing in bed next you.
When you woke up, Minghao’s arms were wrapped around your waist, and his cheeks were slightly rosy and a little bit of drool dribbled from his mouth. He was snoring softly. You giggled quietly. “Quite the prince charming” you snorted, before snuggling closer to him and falling asleep again.
Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.
Word Count: 1975
Warnings: More fluff, of course. This part also has some sad!reader with Dean comforting, mentions of emotionally difficult EMS calls but no injury details. Also had to include that meme about tactical boots in the graphic because it was my inspiration for one of Dean’s particular lines in this part of the story!
By the time you were up and ready to go for your next shift,
there were several inches of snow on the ground. The morning weather man told
you not only that more inches could be expected, but that under all that snow
was a layer of ice.
“Great,” you mumbled to yourself. “More falls and car
After turning off the TV and shutting off all the lights, you
headed for your truck. Not for the first time, you were grateful for the heavy
tactical boots that kept your feet warm while you worked on clearing the snow
from your truck. It was already running to get warmed up, and if you were
lucky, it would be toasty by the time you were ready to drive. You even got out
a broom and swept out the bed of the truck, just for the extra few minutes of
letting the engine warm up.
You closed up the tailgate and hadn’t even made it to the
driver’s seat when the truck revved, rattled, and died.
“Come on,” you groaned, trying the ignition a couple of time.
You heard some short grinding, but other than that, nothing happened.
This was not how you wanted to start your day.
You called Ethan first; he was already the next county over,
not far from the station – too far to turn back and not be late to work
himself. You tried calling Mandy, but that lucky girl must have been still
sleeping. Your father and brothers were your next call, but they had left
earlier that morning for a weekend hunting trip. It was too early for the snow
to bring them back and, quite frankly, probably not enough snow.
Taking a deep breath and praying he wouldn’t think you were
already being needy, you dialed Dean’s number.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted.
“Good morning,” you smiled into the phone. “Listen, I’m just
going to cut right to the chase and if I’m crazy for calling you about this,
you can tell me.”
“My truck won’t start. It was running fine this morning while
I cleared the snow, then it just quit out.”
You heard him swallow and wondered if he was enjoying a hot
cup of coffee. “Is it turning over at all?”
Thank goodness for all those hours in the garage with your
dad. “Not really. My guess is starter or alternator.”
“All right. Give me a bit to stop by the garage and I’ll be
“Are you sure?”
“One-hundred percent, Y/N. Send me your address, okay? And
don’t wait outside. You’ll freeze. I’ll call you when I’m close.”
“Thanks, Dean. I really appreciate this.”
“Not a problem.”
You disconnected the call and texted Ethan to update him on
the situation. One of the medics on the schedule opposite yours had offered to
stay until you could get there; you’d just have to stay for the first few hours
of his shift the next day. That was a deal you were willing to take if it meant
you weren’t stirring up too much trouble at work.
You’d had another cup of coffee and put one in the to-go cup
from Dean’s house you had washed and had ready to hand back to him. Now you
could return the favor of a warm drink in the cold weather.
“This is great,” he said, accepting the drink as soon as you
handed it over to him.
“Hope it’s how you like it.”
“Oh, if it’s coffee, it’s how I like it,” he smiled before
leaning down to kiss you quickly. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Despite the rough morning, this man had you
smiling. You followed him to your truck where he had already set out tools and parts.
“I can help.”
“Good. The extra set of hands will be helpful.”
Your keys were still in the ignition tumbler, so Dean tried a
few times to start the truck. When he finally climbed out, he put the new
starter back in his truck.
“It’s the alternator.”
“You’re sure?” you asked, raising your brow.
Dean looked back at you. “You’re doubting me? Y/N, I’m an
You giggled. “All right, all right, if you say so. Let’s just
get the sucker changed out.”
With the two of you working together to get the truck back up
and running, the pick-up was purring again in no time.
“I can’t thank you enough!” You threw your arms around Dean’s
neck from excitement. “My hero!”
Dean’s arms found their way around your waist, and he kissed
you sweetly. “And my princess wears tactical boots. I like it.”
You laughed and hugged him tighter, wishing that neither of
you had other obligations to the world. You still had ten dates to go, and you
had no problem with the idea of just spending the next ten days with this man.
“So you’re working later tomorrow morning,” Dean recounted.
“How about I’ll meet you here for breakfast, then you can take your nap?”
“That sounds absolutely perfect. I’ll text you when I’m
leaving the station.”
With a kiss goodbye, he helped you into your truck, thanked
you again for the coffee, and got in his own truck, waiting for you to pull out
of the driveway before following suit.
Winter always brought difficult calls, so you prepared for the
usual falls and car accidents, maybe even some domestic dispute injuries.
Cooking and baking injuries were inevitable. Hypothermic patients were a
possibility, you supposed, with all of the ice and snow. Who knew what else the
holiday season would throw at you.
Your shift with Ethan brought on all the normal calls. One
vehicle collision that left an elderly couple in serious condition was rough,
although the doctors were sure when you left the hospital that they would be
“Cheer up, Y/N,” Ethan prodded on your way back to the EMS
station. “They’re going to be okay.”
“I know,” you sighed. “But every call is different.”
“I get ya,” he replied, more sympathetically this time. “And
you’re stressed from this morning, too. That doesn’t help.”
You snorted. “You know me well.”
“I’d hope so, by now,” Ethan laughed. “Hey, why don’t you text
Mr. Wonderful. I’ll be he’s got a smooth line to cheer you up.”
You snickered, but he had a point. Deciding you’d do just
that, you fished your phone out of your pocket and typed out a quick message to
looking forward to breakfast with you.
It was after business hours on a Friday evening, but you had
no idea if he would be able to reply right away. The man, however, did not
either, pretty girl. Rough day or just looking forward to it?
The exchange went on for a little bit, definitely lifting your
spirits. Before you made it back to the station, however, dispatch sent you on
“Gonna be a busy night,” Ethan commented, turning on the
lights and sirens.
“Awesome,” you said sarcastically, pulling up the navigation
system before grabbing for a pair of nitrile gloves.
The rest of your regular shift was not nearly as emotionally
taxing. It was that last call, the one you were sent on during the hours you
were staying late, that stayed with you. You didn’t even want to recount the details
when you left the station late Saturday morning and called your father to
check-in like you always did. It was too much.
As you neared your house, you dialed Dean’s number. Breakfast
still sounded amazing, and you knew he’d cheer you up, but with the mood you
were in, maybe it was better to wait until you’d had some sleep. You had the
next four days off, so there was plenty of time to see Dean before you went
back to work.
He answered the phone on the second ring. “Hey! Are you
“Yeah. Thank goodness I’m just a couple blocks from home.”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “You sound
“I am,” you said, sucking in a deep breath. As you turned onto
your street, you noticed an extra vehicle in your driveway. “Are you already at
“Yeah, sorry about that. I just wanted to surprise you a
little bit. I can go …”
“No,” you said quickly. “Please. Stay.”
Neither of you said anything as you pulled into your driveway,
but you both disconnected the call. Dean was out of his truck first, waiting at
the top of the driveway as you dragged your tired body out of your own truck
and shoved your keys in your pocket.
“You okay?” Dean frowned, seeing the tears welling in your
You shrugged. “It was a rough shift. There was this older
couple, and they’ll be okay, but she was really scared, and he couldn’t respond
well enough to make her feel better. It was sad. Then, on our last call during
my extra hours, there was this kid …” You shook your head, still not able to
recall the details.
“C’mere,” Dean beckoned quietly, pulling you to his chest and
letting you cry it out.
Once you were calmed down and both of you were in the house,
you thanked Dean for letting you get that out of your system.
“And on my favorite t-shirt, too,” Dean teased. “Really
though, I’m glad you let me be here for you. That’s a step in the right
You took a deep breath, untucking your uniform shirt from the black
pants you wore. Heaving yourself up on the counter in the kitchen you nodded. “I
think you’re right. I really appreciate you being here. Have to admit, I don’t
think I’m super hungry right now.”
“It’s okay,” Dean assured. “I actually woke up at two this
morning so that I’d be tired enough to nap with you. I don’t know how you do
this twenty-four hour business because it’s only been, what, nine hours? And I’m
ready to crash.”
You raised your brow. “You want to nap with me?”
Dean smiled, walking over to where you sat and kissing your
forehead. “I want to take a nap with you. When you wake up, I’ll make you
chocolate-chip-banana pancakes, and we’ll be lazy and watch Christmas movies
for the rest of the day.”
“Wow, Winchester,” you grinned, “I think you’ve nailed Date
He grinned as he leaned in to kiss you. “Can we schedule Date
“I’m off until Wednesday, actually, because I’ve done my
four-shifts-on, so, yes, I’d say we can do that.”
“Great. You go get comfortable, I’ll lock up the house and meet
you back in the living room.”
You squealed in excitement, running off for your bedroom. You
changed into a t-shirt and sweats, brushed and braided your hair, and then
stopped in your tracks.
Was Dean planning on napping with you … in your bed?
You made way for the living room to talk to him about that,
but Dean had beat you to the punch. While you’d been changing clothes and
getting ready for sleep, Dean had gone out to his truck for the extra sheets
and blankets he brought with him, and made a sleeping area on the floor for the
two of you. You could have cried again, but you kept your happy tears at bay.
He grinned over at you and your delighted expression, looking
like a little kid whose mother just put his artwork on the refrigerator for
everyone to see. He was proud of himself.
“So, I did good?” he asked as you two cuddled under the warm
You nodded. “You did good, Sparky.”
He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “Good
A lil Kurt and an unrealistic hummock. during the circus tours they often had the camp near the woods, so Kurt simply had to look for the perfect couple of trees and tie up his hummock - the naps he had in it were just the best