I really like how the Stranger Things universe and the Mob Psycho 100 universe could *technically* be the same one? I mean, think about it. Stranger Things has an esper girl from the 80’s whose psychic powers were awakened by experimental means in a shady-ass lab by a secret organization. A precedent for Claw, anyone? Now imagine Mob somehow meeting a 40-50 yr old Eleven, having an actual adult figure with psychic powers who isn’t hostile, possibly with full control over them…
Jughead had been typing away on his laptop for hours now. What had started as a quiet night in watching Netflix and eating popcorn had turned into you watching Netflix and eating popcorn alone whilst Jughead’s long fingers tapped away at the keys because, as he so eloquently put it, ‘when inspiration hits, you feed it’.
Pairing: Castiel x Sam x Dean x Virgin!Reader (no destiel, sastiel,or wincest–sorry!)
Word Count: 4.3k words of SIN
Warnings: it’s a threesome with dean as a voyeur. and the reader’s a virgin. lots of orgasms. and there’s oral. tada!
A/N: this is my first time writing a threesome, so be kind, friends!! feedback is so greatly appreciated!
You, Sam, Dean and Cas sat around the map table sharing a bottle of whiskey, celebrating another successful hunt. It was nights like these—full of laughter, jokes and telling stories—that you treasured most. Being a hunter pretty much ensured a short-lived life, so you always treasured the small moments of joy spent with your best friends.
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3423
Warnings:Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, enemy deaths, i think that’s all…*shrugs*
A/N: Chap.9 finally, I know! This is a it of an information dump/setting the rest of the story arc up chapter. I tried to dial down the angst since you lovies all told me how you cried on the last chapter :( and put some action and humour in instead. I hope you like this one and I CAN’T WAIT to give you guys chapter 10 in a few days so please stick around through this one! it’s worth the wait!
**I’m actually legit terrified that i peaked with the last chapter and nothing will ever be as good, especially this chapter, but i hope to give you guys a good story for the rest of the series.
Feedback fuels my life btw….and the picture is from google…i searched for beautiful things… ;]
wake up we gotta go.”
rough, scratchy voice woke you from an uneasy sleep. Your head was pounding and your eyes felt sticky,
as if they’d been glued together in the night. “Mmm, wha—w’as happ’nin’?” you mumbled,
rubbing a hand down your face.
in Brooklyn, we gotta go. Get dressed,”
Clint replied. He smacked your leg and
the bed bounced as he got up and walked towards the closet.
about the desert? Nebraska?”
Mexico,” Clint clarified with a snort.
“There’s no desert in Nebraska.
Remind me to get you a map for your birthday. Now, get—up.”
He ripped the blanket away from you, causing you to squeal as cold air
rushed over your legs.
“Gah! I’m up!
I’m up!” You jolted upwards and
scrambled out from the bed.
I am so sorry this is so late. I’ve been swamped with school lately and just started my two weeks long term break so here’s the super overdue request! I hope it’s up to your standards!
Now, if you thought Bucky was on the down low in the Avengers Tower, (Y/N) was probably even more scarce in this hero-filled compound. She was this quiet girl that was always trying to go under the radar. If she wasn’t summoned, she was hidden.
It isn’t easy to keep secrets or stay hidden in a tower where its residents are not only skilled spies but are also incredibly nosey individuals. But perhaps it was because (Y/N), and Bucky had close to no interactions with each other, that no one thought it was close to probable that the duo was together.
Stark’s over the top parties were no stranger to anyone that were somewhat part of his social circle. Tonight was once again a night of lavish partying and endless flow of food and alcohol.
(Y/N) was off in her little reading nook on the second level that overlooked the entire ongoing party. She was in her usual oversized sweater that fell to the mid of her thighs, her hair in a messy ponytail, her new book in her hands as she thumbed the same page for the past 20 minutes.
Her gaze was fixed on a large figure that was sitting at the open bar, next to Captain America himself. Bucky was nursing his drink while continuing his hushed conversation with his best friend. He was back facing (Y/N) and failed to notice a pretty lady clad in a tight red dress making her way towards the soldier.
Seeing the scene unfolding in front of her, (Y/N)’s brows furrowed and a deep frown settled on her face. The page she was thumbing crumpling slightly as her fists clenched, her gaze not leaving her lover.
The red dress lady has now settled next to Bucky, her long legs crossed, dress sliding up her thighs. She placed her hand on his shoulder, fingers fluttering playful as she leaned over to whisper into Bucky’s somewhat rigid body.
At that scene unfolding before her, (Y/N)’s book fell to the floor with a loud thud and the two super soldiers didn’t miss the dull sound that came echoing from the upper level.
Bucky’s widening eyes met (Y/N)’s glossy ones and that was all it took for the super soldier to hastily get off the bar stool and make his way to her.
He followed his lover with wide steps as the girl rushed to the comforts of her room, not paying mind to his confused best friend he left behind.
Bucky quickly slipped into (Y/N)/s room before her door slammed shut, enveloping the sobbing girl in his warm chest as he sealed her lips with his, tipping her over to king sized bed, mumbles of sorry falling from his lips.
The warm sunlight shined in the room, falling on the faces of the entwined lovers, stirring the girl from her slumber. Blinking her sleepiness away, (Y/N)’s eyes focused on the broad chest her face was resting on during the night.
Her cheeks had a dust of pink as she remembered the ministrations the night before. In a jealous frenzy, the usually shy (Y/N) was more forward than usual. She didn’t want to be that damsel that couldn’t voice out what she wanted, showed people who she cared for.
Despite those thoughts that flitted through her mind the night before, the blush that peppered her cheeks were still a prominent shade of pink.
As she burrowed her heated face into Bucky’s chest, the soldier stirred from his sleep, attention focusing on the girl enclosed in his arms.
“Mornin’ doll.” he murmured, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, his lips upturned into a satisfied smile.
Her reply came back muffled as her face was still buried in Bucky’s wide chest. At that, Bucky let out a deep chuckle, lightly pulling the embarrassed girl away from him, his other hand tucking her fallen hair behind her ear.
With a sneaky grin on his face, Bucky playfully flipped his body around, pressing (Y/N) against the bed and hovered over her.
Stretching out his body, Bucky said, “So doll, what’s with the hickey attack last night?” a handsome smirk hung on his lips.
(Y/N) grabbed the sheets that have fallen to the side of their bed with lightning speed and wiggled her way out of Bucky’s caged arms. Wrapping her white sheets around her bare body, she lightly pecked Bucky’s cheek and scampered her way to the attached bathroom, leaving a shocked Bucky behind.
The couple made their separate ways to the dining area of the tower much to Bucky’s dismay, and as he stepped into the kitchen area, his ears picked up the voices of the group of nosy Avengers he called his family.
Bucky was dressed in a white tank top to counter the heat from the summer day and sauntered to his seat next to his secret girlfriend.
He reached over to grab the jug of juice placed away from him causing all the heroes to stop short during their chatter and stare at the super soldier with wide eyes.
Being the first to recover from the shock, Tony smugly called out to Bucky “So Tinman, whats with the purple spots decorating you? Is it that sexy red dress’s work? Where’s the woman of the hour?”
Before Bucky could deny Tony’s claims, the usually quiet (Y/N)’s voice came through quickly “What sexy red dress?! Bucky’s mine!”
Right as that slipped from her lips, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock, the tips of her ear a bright red as she covered her face with her hands.
Hearing that vocal declaration coming out from his shyer partner, Bucky couldn’t help but push put his chest in pride. All of a sudden, a flurry of comments came at the couple from all corners of the dining table.
Ignoring the group of noisy Avengers, Bucky stood up and turned towards his now not-so-secret girlfriend and scooped her out of her seat.
“I’m bringing my girlfriend back to our room. We’ll be skipping out on dinner and lunch.” Bucky called out, a smug grin on his face, as he takes wide strides back to his bedroom, with a flushed (Y/N) in his arms.
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Requested.@thinkingoverloves Who: KJ Apa Quote:
I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
[Y/N] playfully rolled her eyes as she walked past KJ and Cole repeatedly singing her name. Jumping over the back of the couch of the school lounge room set, she nestled next to Lili and Camila.
Lili looked over her shoulder, smirking as KJ pouted that [Y/N] ignored him. Turning back around, she bumped into her shoulder. “Girl, he’s hooked.”
Scoffing, [Y/N] shook her head. “I think you’re delirious.”
Camila spoke up, snorting. “No, you’re delirious if you can’t see it.”
“KJ doesn’t like me,” [Y/N] said sternly, cocking a brow at the two girls she would consider her best friends. It had been a complete and total whirlwind since she joined the Riverdale cast and she appreciated everyone who welcomed her into warm arms. “He’s just being KJ.”
Camila leaned back onto the couch, smirking. “I mean normally yes we’d agree but come on, [Y/N]. KJ has been up your butt since day one. Borderline obsessed, borderline a mess.”
Lili agreed, “KJ’s friendly but not that friendly.” Scrolling through his Instagram she pulled up a picture that he had posted a few days ago of himself and [Y/N] at a cute little cafe the group of them had gone to for lunch. “I’m quoting this word for word since you’re a grandma and haven’t made an Instagram yet.” She rolled her eyes but it was clear by her laugh that it was not meant to be taken any other way but playfully. Clearing her throat, she started to read, “’Friends are great to have, especially ones that are this pretty’” Looking at [Y/N], she quirked a brow with that famous Lili smirk across her lips, “And I should mention the amount of heart shaped eyes emoji’s he put after that is a little excessive but I’m not judging.”
[Y/N] squinted her eyes, gently taking Lili’s phone from her hands, she needed to see it for herself. Chewing on her lip, she looked up at Lili and Camila’s smug faces. “KJ thinks all of us are pretty, you know that.”
Camila groaned while she too rolled her eyes. “Okay, give me a second.” Quickly searching through KJ’s twitter, she pulled up a boomerang video of KJ videoing [Y/N] up close with the flash on while she rolled her eyes and smiled. “I do believe this caption states, ‘Those eyes and smile though’ and look, another excessive amount of heart shaped eye emoji.”
Standing up, [Y/N] gave them a slightly stern look. “I promise you, he doesn’t like me.”
“And we promise you, he does.” Camila countered. “Big time, too. We’ve been with KJ long enough to know that he’s got the love bug bad.”
“Real bad.” Lili chimed in, smirking.
Camila crossed her legs, blinking a million times. “You also can’t argue with the fans either. They ship you two a lot. I’ve seen some really cute tribute videos.”
Lili nodded, looking over at Camila she pointed randomly. “Oh yeah! I really like the one where they used that super cute James Arthur song-”
“-you two are mental.” [Y/N] shook her head and walked away. Walking over towards the table where they had coffee and snacks set up for everyone. She poured herself a coffee and about had a heart attack when she heard KJ say her name from behind her. “Jesus!”
“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to scare you!” KJ placed a warm hand on her shoulder, his face completely apologetic.
Chuckling, she took a deep breath and shrugged. “It’s okay, but damn, you need some bells or something.”
Taking his hand off of her shoulder, he ran it through his hair. “Yeah, ha, I’ll get on that.” KJ bit his lip, “So, uh, want to go grab lunch or something?”
“Sure,” empty a few sugar packets into her cup, she looked at him sideways, “are they coming too?”
“Oh, uh, well, uh.” KJ stumbled over his words, something he usually never did.
Raising a brow, [Y/N] looked at him with a confused look. “You okay, KJ? You’re acting a bit strange.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually….” KJ closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had rehearsed this ten times better in his head. Taking a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes and went for it. “Okay, listen. So, uh, I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned and I’ve been trying really hard to ignore these feelings but you make it so damn hard. I love our friendship and it’s something that I will cherish forever but I have to know if you feel the same or at least somewhat because I can work with the somewhat and if you don’t, I just hope I didn’t ruin us being friends-”
“-KJ,” [Y/N] interrupted, shaking her head while smiling. “Slow down.” Using her free hand, she grabbed his arm gently. “I like you too.”
“What? Really? You do? That’s great, I mean.” He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant.
[Y/N] was about to respond but she could see Lili and Camila behind him giving her their smug smirks and quirked brows. Narrowing her eyes at them, she had to fight back a laugh when they both turned on their heel and scurried in the other direction.
KJ noticing that she was looking at something behind, turned slightly just in time to see his friends running off. “What was that about?”
Returning her attention, she shook her head. “Nothing, um, did you say something about lunch?”
Smiling, he nodded. “Yeah, do you want to get some?”
“You spoke the magic words.” [Y/N] mimicked his smile and motioned for him to lead the way. “After you.”
Warnings: ANGST OUT THE ASS, mentions of a child dying, mentions of wanting to die, lying, heartache….yeah….
Requested by @haniiix33: So..the reader once lost her little son because of some accident but she kept it as a secret bc she was scared that Dean wouldn’t love (or accept) her. Someday she gets confronted with the situation or something that reminds her of her son. She opens up to Dean and shows him the place where she buried her son…something like that?
A/N: So I literally cried my eyes out while writing this which is something that never happens to me….you guys have fun with this one….(unbeta’d any and all mistakes are my own)
For a month Daveed tried to keep contact with you strictly as a friend. You entertained the idea for a while but you knew ultimately this was just going to bite you in the ass. You stopped replying to him and after Daveed’s fifth attempt at reaching you with no reply, he got the message. It’s been around 6 years since the day you left. It was difficult at first but eventually you found your path. You went to culinary school and excelled so much you were offered a job before you even graduated. Of course you took it, working at a four-star restaurant was more than enough to keep the lights on and food on your plate. After a year and a half of working for different world renowned chefs, you made the risky decision to open your own restaurant in New York City. Thankfully, it was the best decision you ever made. Your restaurant took off and you were able to keep up a steady hype. Eventually you expanded into catering and you were being pulled left and right from state to state. Today you were booked to cater a dinner for a bunch of entertainment elites. You decided to go personally to this event to oversee everything because you were curious what actually happens at these fancy dinners.
“The shrimp cocktails go over there.” You pointed toward the back of the room, stepping out of the way of your workers who were transporting food around the huge hall.
Song or quote:
You are such a perfect little arrangement of atoms
Who: Peter Parker
It had been hours, literal hours of doing nothing but studying for the biology exam on Monday. [Y/N] was about ready to pull out all her hair. Laying on her back in the middle of Peter’s room, she contemplated the money a stripper would make every single night. She had an okay body, if she hit the gym every now and again, she was sure she could make it work. A lot of creeps in New York though, she thought. A lot of risk being a dancer but at the same time, walking home with a little less than a grand a night sounded hella good.
Peter peeked over his bed, raising a brow at [Y/N]. “Is there a reason why you didn’t answer my question on how much empty space is in an Hydrogen atom?”
[Y/N] groaned, grabbing her notebook and placing it over her face. “Can we just stop? We’ve been talking about atoms forever now.”
He chuckled, “Come on, [Y/N]. You told me you wanted to get a good grade on this exam and you’re not going to if you don’t let me help you.”
Sitting up, she looked at him. “Just take it for me.”
Rolling his eyes, “Because I physically look like you.” Jutting his pencil towards her, he ushered her to write the problem out. “Go on, calculate it. I’ll be waiting.”
Mumbling a string of curse words, she scribbled on her notebook and quickly came to the answer, “
Smiling, he cheered. “Yes! Great job, [Y/N]. Now calculate it as the size of the earth.”
Dropping her pencil and her book, she stood up. “No. We’re done, Peter. Absolutely done. I can’t take anymore atom talk, I will seriously blow my brains out. I can’t. I’m so done.” She climbed onto the bed, removing the textbook from his lap, she crawled inside. “Please don’t make me do anymore. Can’t we cuddle for a little bit?”
Peter bit his lip, it was always hard to tell her no. Wrapping his arms around her, he threw them on his back and sighed. “Fine but just for a little bit and then back to atoms, okay?”
“Okay but no more atom talk for the next twenty minutes.” Nestling into his chest, she smiled and closed her eyes.
“You know something?”
“You are the perfect little arrangement of atoms.”
[Y/N]’s eyes shot open, “You little shit.” She growled before Peter stole a kiss from her lips.
A/N: Because I’ve got a new obsession about alpha!brett, and that needs a multi-chapter imagine. I also want to thank @lazyneonmonster for sharing the obsession and keep delivering ideas to include in future parts.
“Are you sure there’s no other way?” Scott asked Satomi, watching her
with a sorry expression on his face as he glanced then and then over at Brett’s way.
Derek were also looking at Satomi’s pack, checking on each other for
bruises after a fight with hunters. “You of all people have seen what a pack of
alphas are capable of, both to others and to each other.” He interjected.
Request: Hi! Can I have a angsty with fluff at end fic where Steve and the reader are together but one day the reader has a breakdown because she thinks she’s not good/strong/beautiful enough to be with him? Like she looks at girls at sharon and thinks ‘I’m not as good as her’ and stuff. Thx❤❤❤
(Y/N) wasn’t skinny enough, wasn’t pretty enough, wasn’t talented enough. She had stretch mark, little rolls of fat, she didn’t have perfect skin and hair, she couldn’t even throw a punch. She was so unlike every girl Steve Rogers had ever encountered so why the hell would he want to be with her?
This was a question (Y/N) often found herself asking. She knew she wasn’t good enough for Steve, if anything she was dragging him down, dulling his superstar Avenger life. For hell’s sake he could have chosen any woman in the avengers or shield and any one of them would be better than her. Like Nat; tall, skinny, sensual, smart, sarcastic and witty, everything (Y/N) wished she could be. Sharon; sweet, beautiful, smart, very well out together. Hell, even Peggy was a better woman than (Y/N) and she was dead.
Steve had interacted with all these great, beautiful women, he could have chosen any single one and yet here he was with (Y/N), the ice cream loving, nerdy, non avenger. Perhaps he was only with them out of pity? Maybe he did it as a dare? (Y/N) was attempting to come up with a logical explanation for why the worlds most attractive man would want someone like her; nerdy, meek, especially when he could have some amazing agent, someone tall and skinny and fast and strong- everything (Y/N) was not.
(Y/N) often found herself battling with these kind of thoughts and usually she was able to push them away but not today. Today Steve was out training with Nat, Bucky, Sam, and Sharon all at once. Two amazing, beautiful girls. What if he came home and realized how atrocious (Y/N) was? Maybe he’d realize he deserved better, someone more like him. It was thoughts like these that drove (Y/N) to where she was now, curled up in bed, sobbing into her pillows.
The thoughts were too painful for her, they made her chest and head ache, her stomach felt heavy and full of lead, not to mention the way her eyes burned with each passing tear. God- she just wanted the pain to end. She just wanted to be better, skinnier, prettier, stronger-
The front door creaking open is what stilled the negative thoughts momentarily. The soft creak of boots on hardwood filled the air, a sound that usually had (Y/N) rejoicing but not today, today it had her wanting to recoil in sadness and disgust.
“(Y/N), you still up sweetie?” Steve poked his was into the room, quickly scanning around before his gaze landed on the lump of blankets and body upon the bed. Steve smiles softly as he trudges over, taking a seat beside (Y/N) gently. (Y/N) managed to silence her cries for now, hopefully Steve would shower or be in bed soon so that (Y/N) could carry on her little crying session.
Steve reaches out with his hand to brush some hair away from (Y/N)’s face but he stops halfway there, confusion confronting his features.
"(Y/N), have you been crying?“ Steve asks softly, still not wanting to wake her up if she had fallen asleep. (Y/N) had managed to keep it together, she’d stopped her tears after hours of weeping but as soon as Steve asked if she had been crying the water works started once again. Immediately Steve grew more than concerned as (Y/N) began to sob again, her entire body heaving with the effort. ”(Y/N)? (Y/N), what’s wrong?“ Steve tried to talk to (Y/N) but it was pointless when she was crying so hard. All he could do for now was hold her close and wait the tears out, sooner or later (Y/N)’s tears would stop and he’d be there to comfort her when they did.
It took hours of soft touches, slowly pettings, and loving words of reassurance for (Y/N) to finally settle back down. She curled up in his lap limply, the effort of crying having depleted all of her energy but Steve wasn’t done with her yet- he still needed answers.
"Can you tell me why you were crying doll?” Steve asks gently, as though he were talking to an injured animal. (Y/N) shakes her head, biting her lip as she does. She always had hated opening up about things, especially her feelings to be exact. Steve knew she felt like a burden, that’s why she hated talking about herself, but now that (Y/N) was limp
with exhaustion he knew she’d be easier to crack. “Come on baby,” Steve whispers as he rubs his thumbs under her eyes, slowly wiping away her tears.
"No-“ (Y/N) hiccups, shaking her head once again. "It’s stupid and petty,”.
"But if it’s hurting you the I want to know, I want to make you feel better,“ (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes wide with hesitancy and still brimming with tears.
"I- I-” (Y/N) sighs, tucking their head under Steve’s chin for assurance. “I’m not good enough for you Steve, I’m not pretty enough or skinny enough. I don’t even know how to fight either. I’m weighing you down. You should be with one of your teammates, someone like Nat or Wanda…” Steve looks at (Y/N) for what feels like forever before he slowly parts his lips to respond.
"Are you serious? This is what you’re worried about?“ (Y/N) recoiled in fear, already knowing he had to have been angry about her being upset.
"I’m sorry,” (Y/N)’s tears return, making her voice quiver with emotion. “I told you it was stupid and petty,”
“No, it’s not that,” Steve shakes his head, his hands settled on (Y/N)’s waist softly. “I just- I can’t believe you’d say those things about yourself, you’re so beautiful and so talented, I can’t even- I can’t even begin to fathom what living without you would be like.” Steve sighs as he slides his hands up and down (Y/N)’s spine, only slightly soothing her. “I don’t want anyone else either, I don’t want Nat or Wanda or Sharon, I want you (Y/N), no one else. You’re absolutely perfect for me, my life would be complete shit without you,” Steve tilts her chin up, smiling at her gently.
"You’re so beautiful (Y/N), more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love your sweet smile,“ Steve rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s, causing her to scrunch her nose up and giggle sweetly. "I love you’re beautiful eyes,” Steve presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s brow bone, letting his lips linger there for a bit before he pulled away. “I love your soft cheeks,” Steve presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s cheeks, smiling a bit when (Y/N) blushed and smiled. “I love your arms, even if you hate them. I love your hands too, they fit so perfectly in mine,” Steve lifts (Y/N)’s hand up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to each knuckle. “And I especially love your cute stomach, even if you think it’s ugly and horrendous,” Steve manages to lay (Y/N) down gently all the while slowly kissing down her body, stopping at her stomach to softly kiss that too. He also paid special attention to her stretch marks, knowing how much she hated them.
“I love your cute thighs,” Steve presses a series of kisses to each thigh, nearly beaming when (Y/N) laughed and tried to squirm away. “I love the way you’re always curious for knowledge, I love how you constantly drag me to some small old store you found, I love how we can just curl up together and eat some wonderful food you made, I love how sweet and sensitive you are. But most of all,” Steve slowly creeps forward, his lips just barely grazing (Y/N)’s. “I love you,”
Request: Can you
write one where the reader is being really petty towards dean for something he
did and he gets fed up in a cute and fluffy way please.
Request: Could you
write one where the reader is taking a nap and she’s pregnant and wakes up to
dean talking to her stomach and it’s just all fluffy and cute
Word Count: 1,673
Thank you! I hope it’s
what you were hoping for. Lots of love<3
“So anyway,” You continue, dipping the spoon back into the
ice-cream carton and digging out another generous mouthful, “I get into the
kitchen and he’s sat there, just munching on the last cookie. I’m not even
kidding. I’d been craving them for weeks and I’d finally managed to convince
his protective, overbearing ass to take me out to pick up the ingredients and
he eats the last bloody one.”
Sam eyes the carton, balanced precariously atop your growing
bump, and smiles a little, “He can be rude sometimes.”
“I know, right? And he acts like it’s nothing, like I
haven’t been dragging his spawn around
inside me for… what, seven and a half months?” You sigh dramatically, “All I
wanted was a cookie and now all I have is…”
“Ice-cream?” Sam quirks an eyebrow with an amused smile, but
you just shoot him a sardonic glare.
“It isn’t what I want. And you and Dean are so close, this
might as well be your spawn too, so watch what you’re saying.” You manage to
get the spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth just in time to point the spoon
at him accusatorially, but he only laughs at you – it’s been like this for
nearly three days now, considering that you’re not exactly on speaking terms
with Dean unless it involves backrubs or food.
“I’m sure he feels awful.” Sam attempts, picking up another
plate and setting it in the warm, soapy water of the sink – baby-proofing
efforts are fully underway in the bunker, which, according to Sam, means
turning the place into a clean, half-decent child-rearing environment. The
brothers are so concerned with making it completely perfect and safe that
you’ve barely had anything to do with it, which you’re perfectly fine with at
“No, he doesn’t. He feels bad that I’m grumpy with him. But
he enjoyed that cookie, and I know it.” You narrow your eyes, “They were damn
Sam turns to you after a moment, “Y/N, can I say something
without you… spontaneously bursting into tears or throwing your ice-cream at
“Probably not, but go on.” You nod, scraping out the bottom
of the carton and giving him a roguish grin. He offers a small, though
hesitant, smile, drying his hands off on the towel draped over the oven door
“I think you’re scared. About Dean, about the baby, about
everything.” He watches warily as your eyes narrow, and you sit forward slowly,
a protective hand moving over your stomach as if his words could somehow hurt
the tiny, helpless infant inside, “And I can’t help but wonder if you’re
finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length so that if something does go wrong,
he doesn’t blame himself. So he isn’t so hurt by losing one or both of you.”
“Sam-“ You try, but he has a way of reading you that not
even Dean has managed to grasp – he really is your best friend, your brother in
all but blood – in the least weird way, considering you’ve been with his
biological brother for years.
“You’re going to be fine,
Y/N. All three of you.”
“All four of us.” You correct, and he gives a conceding nod.
“All four of us. We have heaven and hell on our side, Y/N.
Trust me on this one, alright?” He moves half a step closer to you, the smile
on his face reminding you that he’s as excited as you are for this, and has
mulled over every single one of the same possibilities, “We’ve gotten through
everything else. This is just another adventure.”
You let the silence hang between you for a few moments,
before hauling yourself to your feet and fixing him with a look that lets him
know that he’s absolutely right, but that you’re less than impressed about it.
“One of these days, Sam Winchester, you’re going to tell
someone a home truth that they really hate and you’re going to get punched.”
You tell him, though the smile on your face instantly negates any kind of
seriousness in your statement, “And fair warning, I am going to laugh.”
“Fair point.” He smiles, stepping forward to take your
shoulders in his hands and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “Go on,
Y/N, get some rest. I’m almost done here.”
He can tell how obnoxiously tired you are, and even how hard
you’re trying to hide it. It’s been a difficult transition, and one you’re
still struggling with, going from reckless, active hunter, to careful,
nurturing mother – though it’s one you’re more than willing to make.
“Alright, Sammy. I’m going for a nap.”
Naps have recently – even over the last three or four weeks
– have become your primary source of sustenance. Depending on the hours that
Winchester junior decides to make your bladder/ribs/kidneys into his or her
personal trampoline, you’re not getting as much sleep as night as you perhaps
should be, which means that the couch is your new favourite spot – these days,
if either brother or anyone else needs to get a hold of you, that’s usually
where you can be found.
When you find that the something
pulling you from the warmth and comfort of sleep is Dean’s voice, you’re
less than surprised – for a man who pretty much makes a living out of being
sneaky and stealthy, he doesn’t half know how to make a racket (and then some)
when he wants to. What you are more
surprised to find is that, from where his voice is, he’s sat on the floor in
front of you with his face up close to your shirt – more specifically, to your
“… And she’s stubborn; don’t ever try to get in her way.
I’ve known her forever, and I’ve only
actively disagreed with her once or twice. She’s clever, too. Probably too much
for her own good. And beautiful – hopefully you’ll look a lot like her, but not
too much, because then you’ll be charming the living shit out of everything in
a five mile radius from the minute you’re born and none of us will stand a
He’s speaking in a low, soft tone that is difficult for even
you to pick up at this point, but what you do
feel is his hand lightly ghosting over your stomach – at first, you thought
it was a bit odd, the way he’d like to randomly feel you up, but it eventually
became more endearing than anything else.
“Another thing you’ve gotta watch out for with your mom is
that she’s funny. Too funny, sometimes, like when we’re in a life or death
situation and she comes out with a comment and man, does it piss off whoever – or whatever – we’re hunting and it
distracts us all but it just makes the whole thing more bearable. But you’ll
never know any of that, anyway, if we get our way. You deserve better, and I’ll
be damned if that’s not what you’re going to get. Then again, I’m probably
He sighs softly, and after a moment, you feel his nose up
against your skin.
“God, kid, I hope I don’t screw you up. I hope you get the
childhood I couldn’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if you were scared
for one minute of it.” He’s choked up, you realise, your heart skipping a beat
and stomach lurching, “Kid, you are so, so loved. Whether your mom is pissed
off at me or not; whether you know it or not, you two are the best thing that
ever happened to me, and I promise you, you’re not going to forget that. And
neither am I.”
There’s a long moment, and he takes a deep breath, obviously
trying to collect himself – you’ve heard him speaking to the bump before, of
course. He’s played music to it, cranking the volume up in the Impala as soon
as he’d read in one of those books that the baby had hearing organs (‘Have to get their tastes refined early,
Y/N. I refuse to have a child who can’t appreciate a bit of rock.’) and belting
out lyrics even when it was just the two of you – but never like this. Never
with that… vulnerability; never with that kind of feeling.
You prise one eye open, watching him for a few moments, “You
really just can’t let me be mad at you for more than three and a half minutes,
His head snaps up and his eyes widen as he realises that you’re
awake, and have been the whole time – his eyes are still shining and slightly
glazed, but he plays it off by clearing his throat and giving you a small
“So you’re not mad
at me anymore? I can’t keep up.” He says softly, searching for your hand, and,
once he finds it, he twines his fingers with yours sweetly.
“I was never mad at you. Well… not once the damage had been
done.” You concede with a smile, slowly pushing yourself into a sitting
position so he can come and sit beside you, one arm around your shoulders and
the other hand still laced with yours.
“I’m sorry about the cookie. I’ll go and find more, Sam and
I were thinking about-“
“It’s not about the damn cookie, Dean. Not even a little.”
You interrupt, pulling your hand from his to hold his palm to your stomach, “I…
was being dumb. And stupid. And rude. And it was uncalled for, whether I was
being funny and petty over a cookie or not.”
“Is that an apology?” His eyes widen, but a grin spreads
over his face as the baby kicks against his hand. You quirk an eyebrow.
“Don’t push your luck. And whether I’m mad or not, you owe
He doesn’t hesitate to nod, leaning down and pressing a soft
kiss to your lips, “Anything you want. Everything you want. I don’t care, Y/N.
You – both of you – you’re my world now.”