“I feel happy to be a leader in these times when I realize that they know how much I think of them. It comforts me a lot. When the members say, “Hyung, thank you for this”, and when they know my heart, I feel so grateful.”
YOU GUYS STOP BEING SALTY TAYLOR IS AN ADORABLE ANGEL SENT FROM HEAVEN WHO ONLY WANTS TO MEET, WELL, EVERYONE!!!!! She was not being rude. GODDDDDDDDD WHY CAN’T PEOPLE LEAVE MY CRUMBLECAKE SWEETHEART ALONE!
Request- As it would be if you were as a sister to the Winchester and after hiding your relationship with Jack they discovered them. ? But the nephilim tells them that in spite of everything he loves you and only wants them to realize that he is not bad @ladyofhellhounds
Word Count- 1692
Characters- Jack, Winchester!reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, mentions Kelly
Pairings- Jack x reader
Warnings- Fluff, some violence, almost smut (still gets kinda descriptive), some gifs that may be considered nsfw, swearing, some angst
A/N- Finally have the first request done!!! I hope it’s to your liking!!!! Will be working on other requests too! Sorry it takes me awhile to write them!! I will be trying to get them done faster!!!
They found their sister when Azazeal rounded up his demon blood fed children in the abandoned town. She too had powers but much stronger than Sam’s. She definitely had the Winchester genes with her (H/L) (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and gorgeous (S/C), she was beautiful. Her brothers knew it too. There overprotectiveness proved it.
Another person who knew it, was Jack. At first sight he fell head over heels for her, even though he didn’t understand it at first. At first he got scared of the, butterflies in his stomach feeling. He tried to avoid her when he figured out she was the cause, but then he started to miss talking to her. So, being the clueless and adorable half angel he was, he went to her for answers.
To say she was surprised was an understatement. She knew people thought she was beautiful, her brothers made that obvious, but she was still shocked. In the end though, she was able to get over the shock and explain to him what he was feeling.
It was that night she realized the feelings were mutual. With this new knowledge she made it her mission to teach him everything he needed to know. So, that one year he’s been at the bunker, she showed him everything he needed to know. Her brothers began to see that she took it upon herself to teach him so they began to hunt again.
Six months past before Jack truly understood his feelings for her and decided to act on them. But not without asking her first, which she found adorable. She obviously agreed, so they started off slow.
But six months after that, they knew their feelings for each other we’re very strong, like their souls were bonded together, soulmates, if you may.
Their six-month relationship was unknown by her brothers. That’s how she wanted it though. While Sam wouldn’t be overly upset about it, Dean would kill Jack, literally. And once Jack realized it was one of her worst fears, he agreed to keep it a secret.
It wasn’t overly hard to keep since Sam and Dean were usually out hunting, most of the time. They take a break in between hunts but it never lasted long since Dean was always itching hunt, ever since Cas died.
So, a year into their relationship, they became even closer. They started sleeping in the same bed, cuddling while watching Netflix, and working out together.
Again six more months went by making it be a year and a half, since their relationship began. It was also the same day of their anniversary that Jack asked her to show him something he’d seen in movies and online.
Sam and Dean had left on a hunt a week prior, not due back for another week. The sun had just set and they just finished supper, now cuddled on their bed watching a movie.
“(Y/N)?” Jack asked, getting her attention.
“Hmmm,” was her answer.
“I-I’ve been thinking. You-you’ve shown me how people get, intimate, with each other, and you said it was how people took their relationships, like ours, to the next level.” He said, making her turn her head to look at him.
“Yeah?” She says, a bit confused but wanting him to continue.
“W-well we’ve been together for 365 days, 19 hours, and 12 minutes, so-so I was wondering I-If it was time for u-us to take it to the n-next step?” Jack finishes, nervous.
“You mean sex?” She questions, making sure she’s hearing him right. He nods shyly, turning his head away embarrassed. “Jack, baby?” She says making him look at her but not meet her eyes. “ Jack. I am in as long as you’re sure this is what you want.” She says, making him look at her excitedly. He stares into her eyes as she leans forward and their lips meet.
They’ve kissed before but never like this. There’s so much love in this case, as if they’re pouring every ounce into it. Jack’s never experienced this before, but neither has (Y/N). While she’s kissed guys before this is different, it’s pure, she feels like a door inside her, that’s been shut and locked for all her life, has been opened.
Slowly, she runs her tongue over his bottom lip, at first confusing him before he remembers reading about this online and opens his mouth to let her explore. Pretty soon Jack has got the hang of, what he thinks is called, making out. He begins to get confused though when something, between his legs, stiffens. She senses his confusion, pulling away to look at him.
“Jack? What’s wrong?” She asks, searching his eyes for an answer. Not knowing how to explain it he takes one of her hands and leads it to the thing stiffening. When she realizes what his confusion is about, she giggles before straddling him. “That’s OK, Jack. It’s supposed to happen. It means you’re enjoying this. I am to, see.” She says before taking one of his hands and guiding it to her pants and into her wet center. She lets out a little moan at the contact, before kissing Jack and grinding into his hand, encouraging him to explore. When Jack does start to explore she grips the bulge forming in his pants, making him groan before something clicks and he flips her over taking control as he applies more pressure to clit, making her moan into his mouth.
At that exact moment the door flies open, hitting the wall with a loud bang, making (Y/N) jump and freeze as Jack just looks over. In the doorway are two very pissed Winchester men, one more pissed than the other. They stare at their baby sister with her hand down the devil son’s pants and the devil son’s down her’s.
After a moment of shock Dean’s storms through the door grabbing Jack and throwing him to the floor before jumping on top of him and laying punch after punch on him.
“Dean stop!” (Y/N) yells, tears beginning to run down her face. “Dean!” She yells again, but Dean just ignores her. “Stop!” She yells, before Dean flies back and hits the wall.
“You son of a bitch!” Dean yells, after the haze from hitting his head, clears. He tries to get up and charge Jack, again, but he’s unable to as an unknown force holds him down. “Let me go you son of a bitch!” Dean yells, still trying to fight the force holding him down, but failing.
“Jack.” (Y/N) says, kneeling beside him and checking him over even though his wounds heal in front of her eyes. She buries her head in Jack’s neck, hugging him and crying.
“Let’s all just calm down. Jack, let Dean go.” Sam says, seeming calm but mad at his brother, sister and Jack.
“I-I’m not doing that.” Jack says, as (Y/N) raises her head from his shoulder.
“I-I am and I’m not letting him go till he calms down. He’s not hurting Jack again.” She says, looking at Dean, tears still running down her face.
Jack’s never seen (Y/N) cry before. He always thought she was so strong, even when her brothers return from a hunt, barely alive. This was the worst thing he’d ever seen and never wanted to see her crying again. All he wanted to do was pull her into him and hold her. So, that’s exactly what he did, and it broke his heart further when she curled into him crying even more.
“You get your evil hands off her.” Dean says, threateningly.
“No.” Jack had found himself saying, surprising all the Winchesters. “No. I-I won’t, because I love her.” Jack says, making (Y/N) look up at him. “The time that I’ve been here she’s been the only one to help me and show me how everything works. She helped me figure out what I like and dislike and at the same time a learned about her likes and dislikes. I know her favorite food is
(Y/F/F) and her favorite color is (Y/F/C). I know when you to argue she goes to the farthest part of the bunker she can so she doesn’t have to listen. I know when she’s sleeping and she’s dreaming, she scrunches her nose and I know that I don’t want to ever see her cry again.” Jack says, warming (Y/N)’s heart,
“You’re evil ass is never going to see her again.” Dean growls, still fighting the force holding him down.
“I won’t let that happen.” Jack says, shaking his head. “And I’m not evil. (Y/N) told me about my biological father and other evil creatures and I don’t want to be like that. She makes me want to be good. I love her and I never want to lose her. With her around, I have no chance of being evil, but without her, I don’t know if I could prevent it, and I just want to be good, for her and my mother.” Jack finishes, only seeming to stop Dean from trying to get up.
“I-I love him Dean. And you’re going to have to deal with it because I won’t let you take him from me.” (Y/N) says, finally letting Dean go.
After that night, Dean went out drinking for two days and Sam, he just wants his sister to be happy. Now of course Sam gave Jack a talk, also warning him Dean would have one with him too.
But in the end, Dean excepted their relationship and finally Dean accepted Jack, but forever on, he made damn sure Jack didn’t hurt his baby sister.
You’re on your way to lunch with Bruce when you see it. Technically, it’s less of an ‘it’ and more of a 'them’. Bucky and the newly hired lab technician, Tess. From where you’re standing, it’s apparent that they’re engaged in some kind of intimate discussion. Tess’s hand rests on Bucky’s forearm and he’s standing unnecessarily close to her.
“Y/N, what’s the hold up?” Ignoring Bruce, you watch as Bucky tosses his head back and laughs at something Tess says. You wonder if it’s even funny.
Bucky appears as though he’s thoroughly enjoying himself and something about his unperturbed happiness gets under your skin. The mature thing to do would be to walk away and leave the two adults alone but you’ve never been one to give into mature tendencies, especially when it comes to Bucky. Why do that when being childish is eons more fun?
On the second day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…
A warm hand on the small of your back was guiding you through the darkness, your vision blocked by a red sash.
“Just a bit further, amore mio.” His smooth voice spoke from behind you, the sound as beautiful as the gentlest of music.
“It would be easier if you took the blindfold off.” You laughed, blindly following Ezio’s guiding hand.
“Perhaps, but not as fun.” Ezio teased, his hot breath ghosting along the back of your neck.
You shivered, a combination of his closeness and the cold, winter air. Lights were dancing beneath your eyelids, the soft tune of a sweet song echoing into the night air. You could practically feel Ezio’s smile behind you, his pace quickening as you drew closer to whatever surprise he had in store.
“Okay, caro,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His chest was pressed tight to your back, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. “You can take it off.”
You smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice, your fingertips gliding along the silky texture of the sash. You peeled it away slowly, your eyelashes fluttering open. A light misting of rain drops ran down on the two of you, Ezio’s heat keeping you warm. Dozens of flickering lights met your gaze, the darkness of night lost in the beauty of the atmosphere. The candles formed a path, red petals littering the ground between each radiant light.
“Ezio,” you murmured, grinning like an idiot. He mirrored your expression, the curve of his lips pressed against your neck.
“Keep walking.” He insisted, disentangling his arms from around you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of his warmth, his fingers interlacing with your own instead. A new wave of heat spread through you, his contact alone warming your heart.
“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?” You joked lightly, bringing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against him.
“You better watch out, dolce cuore,” he warned jokingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. The candles, still shining bright, were beginning to burn out, light puffs of smoke breezing through the air. The forest surrounding the both of you was eery, strange noises and rustling branches following the two of you like a creature hunting prey. Ezio’s brown gaze watched you from above, his soft, pink lips curved up in a smile.
“Here,” he signalled, stopping you in the middle of a clearing. The moon shone down upon the both of you, the lights of stars twinkling up above. The gentle bite of wind and light showers no longer bothered you, your eyes focused on the sky.
“It’s beautiful.” You breathed, the stars reflecting in your eyes. So many hopes and so many dreams could be seen in their soft twinkle, the sky like a sea of aspiration. A thousand untold stories were hidden in their sweet sparkle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to trace some of the more visible constellations.
“Yes, you are.” Ezio whispered, his lips against your ear. A delightful shiver ran down your spine, a tingle left where Ezio’s lips had been against your bare skin.
“Ezio.” You groaned playfully, faintly shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, a smooth and soft baritone to your ears.
“I speak only the truth, mia bella.” Your heart warmed at his rich tone, your body automatically seeking out more contact with him. He happily obliged, his head resting atop yours and his hands rubbing patterns up and down your back.
“I hate you.” You muttered, smiling despite yourself. A twitch of his lips brought on his own smile, his palms temporarily pushing you closer into him. He smelled of the fresh rain and roses with a deep undertone of lemony thyme. Your hands tightened around his neck at the familiar scent, your eyes falling shut at the intimacy.
“You wound me.” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of his heart by your ear, his steady breathing bringing it back to normal.
Your lips, pressed tightly against his chest, curved up in a smile when he cuddled closer, seeming to be almost feeding off your contact. He was like this often, reveling in every minute that he got to spend in your arms. Which, sadly, wasn’t nearly enough for you. He’d brought you out here as an apology, of sorts, for not being able to devote every minute with you. Of course, you understood why, but he seemed adamant about making it up to you.
A short burst of wind rustled your clothing, a large exhale passing through his lungs.
“It’s getting colder.” Ezio noted, his tone wistful. “Perhaps we should journey back.”
The thought of having to endure the strange and wild roads for another few days had you gripping onto his back tightly, your body practically being held up by his arms.
“A few minutes longer?” You pleaded, opening your eyes and batting your eyelashes a few times for good measure. At his look of protest, you stuck your bottom lip out, giving him your best impersonation of a needy dog. He broke almost immediately, nodding and pulling you back into an embrace.
“Only a few minutes.” He mumbled, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) locks.
The tug of his skillful fingers had you cuddling even closer to him, your head wedged in between his head and shoulder. You breathed him in, your own fingers dancing along the curve of his spine. Muscles flexed and relaxed beneath your touch, his entire demeanour shifting to something more comfortable and familiar at the feel of your hand on his body.
“Io ti amo.” He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no desperation or anger or sadness in his tone, just a sweet, honest declaration of love. You smiled, your cheeks almost aching at how wide you’d spread them.
“I love you too.” You replied, the cloth of his robes soft beneath your fingertips.
Something decidedly colder landed on the crown of your head, your body tensing beneath it. Ezio breathed out a laugh, his fingers swiping the offending item from your head. He presented it to you with childish glee, a sole, white snowflake melting on his fingertip.
“It’s snowing.” You giggled, watching the flakes with awe.
They were beautiful, each unique in their own way. You were so lost in your observation of the snowflakes, you failed to see the way Ezio’s eyes lit up with your smile, or the way he fell even more in love with each sweet word that slipped through your lips. He could tell you how he felt over and over again, he could even show you how he felt, but for the moment, he’d rather just watch and fall even further in love with your smile, with your laugh, with you.