i know who to blame for this okay its you sam

You’re My World.

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

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Understanding Dean

I wanted to talk more about all the Dean and Cas moments in 13x06. I was so busy flailing like a lunatic last night, and while I mentioned it briefly in my watch notes, I do think these moments of intimacy between them are telling of a bigger picture and worth examining more closely.

Look at just how much insight Cas has into how Dean works…

When Jack mentions Dodge City, Dean gets that dopey, bashful look on his face whenever he wants something badly. And it’s Cas that gives him a pointed and knowing look in return. 

It’s intentional, and our gaze is deliberately draw first to Dean, and then Cas’s reaction. Not Sam’s, who by all accounts in canon, has precisely the same amount of exposure to Dean and cowboys in 6x18. All flailing about the unwritten implications aside (okay not completely aside, because just think for a minute about how Cas has come to know this as intimately as he does), Cas knows inherently that this is something that gets Dean excited. And later, when Jack looks on in incredulity at Dean’s unabashed fanboying over the motel room and the old cowboys…

Jack: He really likes cowboys.
Cas: Yes, yes he does. 

I have trouble reading Cas’s line here as anything other than long-suffering. In my eyes, he’s framed as a long-suffering spouse who’s put up with this reluctantly, but lovingly, for what feels like forever. But whether you read their exchange as something more intimate, or just as a long-suffering friend, it’s still long-suffering. As in, Cas has had to bear witness to Dean’s cowboy obsession time and time and time again. We only know of one other instance in canon where Dean has had this particular kink on display: 6x18′s Frontierland. I’ll grant you Cas is a drama queen, but Frontierland on its own is just not enough to warrant this level of exasperation in Cas, because it was Sam who went back in time with Dean then and bore the brunt of Dean’s enthusiasm for the Wild West. 

Next, Cas knows that Dean is an angry sleeper. And okay, I’m not setting the flailing aside on this one, because JUST HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT, CAS? HMMM? We know canonically that Cas has a history of watching Dean sleep. We now know that he has a history of waking him up as well, and Cas knows how to do that in a way that is gentle and soft enough not to wake the sleeping bear as well. I would very much like to see precisely how Cas wakes Dean up.

And the coffee? That whole scene was so delightfully domestic. You get the sense that this is a ritual– a daily routine that they go through.  I adore the silent, wordless exchange between them and Cas just plunking himself down in resignation. Communication without words requires intimacy and familiarity with someone else, and we’re seeing that in spades here. 

When they split up to tackle the case, I love that it’s Sam who splits them the way that he does: Jack will stay with Sam, and Cas will go with Dean. It’s not necessarily the most logical choice, and it would have made arguably more sense for Cas to go with Jack.  I like to think that Sam is acknowledging that his brother and Cas need some space alone. 

Which leads me to my final point. Just as moments within an episode can’t stand alone and must be taken in context, so too should we look at the overall season arc and the choices that are made to put episodes where they are in chronology. 13x06 falls right after the episode in which Sam is trying is absolute, adorable best to cheer Dean up, but he’s doing it in all the wrong ways. I’m not saying that Sam doesn’t understand Dean, because he’s absolutely close with Dean and has to know things about him that others don’t because of their close proximity all their lives. But I feel like they’re making it glaringly obvious over the course of the past few episodes that Sam doesn’t relate to Dean in the way that Cas does, and contrary to whatever bullshit Dean might spew, Cas is not his brother

Sam’s insight into Dean (at least in the previous few episodes, and he certainly has a history of this in the past too) is well-intentioned and loving, but misguided. Frankly, I blame Dean for that because of how carefully he’s kept Sam from truly seeing him. The contrast between Cas and Sam and how they both relate to Dean is fascinating. Sam seeing the sanitized, performing Dean facade, whereas Cas sees beneath it. 

I’ve wavered in the past between “Sam knows” and “Sam is an oblivious moose.” I’m beginning to lean more in the direction of oblivious moose, not necessarily because that’s where I think Sam’s at, but because that seems to be the direction the writers are taking him in– as a stand-in for casual viewers and the lens through which we see the dynamic between Cas and Dean.

Inner Vixen

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

 

Summary: You’re fed up with being the blushing, shy girl, usually too insecure to return any of Bucky’s flirtatious advances. But with a little help from liquid courage, your inner vixen makes an appearance.

 

Word Count: 3.6k

“Barnes. 6 o’clock.” Natasha whispered keeping her eyes focused on you standing right beside her at the bar. Tony’s latest rager had started approximately an hour ago and, though you would never admit to nervously awaiting his arrival, she noticed your eyes lingering on the entrance every now and again.

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Headcanon, Danny has ADHD

Okay, maybe it’s because I have ADHD and I like seeing fictional characters that are like me, but hear me out here.

-He has mild inattentive type, more commonly known as just ADD, (no hyperactivity)
-It’s mild, so he doesn’t NEED medication, but maybe he should. He’s not going to though. I’ll bet he hasn’t even been diagnosed.
-Absent-mindedly touching the inside of a high voltage broken machine while walking in? That’s something I would do.
-Hyper focus would definitely help him while fighting.
-He’s really smart but gets bad grades, even when he studies. He finds studying subjects he doesn’t like to be really hard. See: Teacher of the year
-He seems to overreact to some things and has pretty strong emotions. This doesn’t happen with everyone that has ADHD, but it can be an effect. He screams a lot even when he should be used to what is happening. Call me crazy, but it feels like Tucker and Sam are a lot less vocal in battle than he is.
-I don’t think he means to let Sam and Tucker take a lot of blows and let them take the blame. I think he just has slightly less impulse control than the average person and isn’t good at thinking consequences through.
-ADHD can be hereditary and if you think there is absolutely no possible way that Jack has ADHD or a similar illness then I don’t understand your logic.
-Also there’s that theory floating around that ectoplasm is mildly radioactive and/or Maddie being around it while pregnant could have some kind of effects on her kids. This could have led to Danny having a slightly underdeveloped prefrontal cortex, which is what causes ADHD.
-He’s bad at dodging. I too have spaced out during situations where I should have been dodging and either saw the thing coming at me and for some reason didn’t move or just didn’t think about it and got hit. However, when I’m having a good day I’m really good at it. That’s how Danny can honestly say he’s “a whiz at dodgeball” and still get hit as much as he does.
-He’s really smart but misses obvious things. He also thinks out loud a lot. This is something my brother and a few other people I know who also have ADHD do as well.
-A lot of people with inattentive type (including myself) have a hard time making and keeping friends. Will often have either no friends and a few acquaintances or one or two really close ones.
-If you believe the trans Danny headcanons, that can explain why he hasn’t gotten help yet. It’s a lot harder to recognize and diagnose ADHD in girls and people that were socialized as girls.
-He comes up with puns and insults on the spot. Neurotypicals can do that too, but when you have ADHD, your brain often makes seemingly random connections a lot faster than the average person. This helps with making spur of the moment puns and solving mysteries. Remember how he figured out Spectra was a ghost?

So, yeah. That’s my reasoning. I just honestly think that him having ADHD clears up a lot of things about his character. But, I’m not a psychiatrist. I’m just one guy that has ADD. This is just me speculating.
Good Morning | A Tom Holland Imagine

Tom Holland x Reader
Words: 2,297
TV: PG-14

The sun slowly rises over the edge of the painted windowsill. His mother thought that the color was far too white when they purchased the house, so now a creamy off-white covers the old wood. It smells a little like rain inside his old room as a breeze flows through the crack in the window. The blankets shift around you, but you’re still sound asleep. It would be easy to let yourself stay away in your dreams, but as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder and rubbed a soft thumb up and down over your skin, you knew that he back of your eyelids were nothing compared to the dream laying right in front of you.

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Fault

(Part 2)

Summary: 

“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.”

Word Count: 1677
Warnings: a lot of self-doubt, injury, angst


It’s dark. And cold. And wet.

In the distance you can hear the rush of cars, tires splashing in puddles formed by the rain. They sound so, so far away.

You’re vaguely aware of the blood dripping down the back of your neck, and spilling out your lips and coating your fingers and smeared across your face and– there’s so much blood. You choke back a sob.

You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here and get back to the tower before anyone notices you’re missing because you can’t let anyone see you like this. You’re supposed to be strong like the rest of them, to be able to fight like the rest of them and defend yourself and not get into situations like this and the only thing running through your head right now is the fact that you might even die and everyone’s going look at you like some sort of failure.

(The one person you genuinely cared about already does, anyway.)

You place your hands on the ground under you, trying to push yourself up off the ground, but a sharp, snapping pain runs up your arm, as if the bone’s splitting, and you fall, letting out a gasp of pain as your chest hits the ground. There are tears welling in your eyes, both of frustration and the immense pain your body is in, and you lie with your cheek against the wet pavement in the middle of some back alley.

How are you going to get back and pretend like nothing happened when you can’t even fucking get up? You want to scream, but even your voice is hoarse from begging them to stop as you endured hit after hit.

You think back to a few hours ago, to how Bucky had been avoiding you all day and when you’d finally confronted him about it he’d yelled at you for not being able to do one job you had – to save the two kids in the fucking building on the one mission they’d taken you to. He’d yelled and you’d yelled and maybe he’d let it slip that he thought you were a failure, and then you’d gotten angry and stormed out to a bar to get drunk. But he’d been right. The fact of the matter is that you are a failure, and now you can’t even prove yourself otherwise.

A painful sob wracks your body as your hands reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone. There are missed calls that you barely notice, fingers fumbling and tears blurring your eyes. It takes four attempts to call Steve, your hands wet and sticky because of the blood. As it rings, you can feel your heart constrict in your chest. What are they going to think of you? Weak? Pathetic?

Words flit through your head, as the phone rings. And rings. And rings.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve Rogers–”

You hang up, then try again.

And again.

And again.

With each time it reaches voicemail, you cry harder. You can’t blame him – it’s four in the fucking morning and the mission was exhausting, so everyone’s probably turned their phone on silent and for the first time in days is getting some proper rest.

You try Nat next, then Sam, then Clint, then even Tony, but nobody picks up.

There’s one last name left on the list of people that’ll probably answer at four a.m. You hesitate, fingers hovering over his name, knowing his reaction if he picks up.

You press call. Your heart pounds against your chest and your blood rushes through your ears and your eyes feel kind of heavy. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe.

As you gasp for air the phone rings. And rings. And rings. And ri–

“Y/N?”

Hearing his tired voice croak your name is like turning a switch, because suddenly there is air in your lungs and you can breathe again.

Until, “What the fuck do you want?”

Heaving in a gulp of air, you opened your mouth to speak, but before you can even get a word out, he continues.

“It’s four in the fuckin’ mornin’, an’ the few of us who worked hard on the mission are pretty damn tired.”

You feel the intended jab of his words, and shut your mouth, breathing heavily through your nose as the blood flow stems and begins to crust on your face. The tears well up in your eyes again. You know you shouldn’t have called him, that he was still mad at you and he would probably never forgive you for what you had done, because even as the Winter Soldier he’d never have hurt let an innocent child get hurt. But you’d let it happen, right in front of him, with full control over your actions. Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.

“Are you going to speak?” He prompts, an edge in his voice laced with annoyance.

There’s shuffling on the other end of the phone, before you hear a faint, feminine voice. “Bucky baby, come back to bed.” You don’t know who it is, and that makes it so much worse because you know he only picks up random girls when he’s stressed out, and the cause of stress is you, you know as much.

You’re trying to speak but you can’t find the words. Your head hurts and the pain is finally starting to catch up, ebbing away at the adrenaline that had been coursing through your body.

“I’m sorry – it's– it’s, I just –” But you don’t know what to say. Something’s clawing at the inside of your throat, like nails raking down your vocal chords and making it hard to speak. The only thing you can do is cry.

“I’m sorry,” you’re screeching, heaving in breaths of air any chance you can get. “Nobody else picked up – I – I didn’t know – I didn’t know who else to call.”

There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Or maybe you can’t hear Bucky speaking. You can’t hear anything over the sound of your sobs, disappearing behind the heavy patter of the rain.

“Y/N? Y/N!” His voice seems so far away, it almost sounds concerned. “Y/N, what happened?”

“He said he knew! He said he knew more about– that he could tell me– I’m sorry. I trusted him. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“Shit.” There’s shuffling on the other end, then a quieter, “I gotta go, Babe.” Your heart clenches and the only thing that manages to leave your mouth is a string of apologies.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know– I don’t know!” There’s a level of hysteria in your voice, and he can probably hear it too. He’s saying other stuff in a calmer voice, something about breathing and looking around but you can’t hear him over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears and the constant thought of you being an absolute failure swimming through your head.

“– okay?” You take gulps of air through your mouth, trying to subside the sobs resonating through your chest as you tune back into his voice. “Just breathe, Y/N. Look around and tell me what you see.”

“It’s dark, and there’s- there's–” You look around frantically, trying to find something, trying to see something, but it’s so dark and all you know is that you’re in some back alley and God, your lungs feel like they’re on fire but you can’t figure out how to get air down your throat. “An alley,” you gasp out. “Behind the bar. I’m behind the bar–”

And you break off into sobs again, praying to someone, anyone, that Bucky can understand you through the thickness of your voice and the croaking of your throat.

“Okay. Okay. Y/N? I’ll be there in ten, okay? Just give me ten minutes.”

You manage to scrape an “okay” up your throat without throwing up from the crying and the screaming. Bucky says something about hanging up, and suddenly your voice is making your ears bleed again. “No! No! Please, Bucky, stay on the line. Please.”

And then he’s saying something and you’re not sure what, because you can’t focus on anything anymore. You don’t know how long you sit there, leaning against the cold brick wall, soaking wet with a puddle of red tinged water surrounding you, chilling to the bone. Maybe it’s really ten minutes, maybe it’s a few hours, you can’t tell, but there’s nothing more warming than the sound of Bucky’s voice calling out your name, this time closer to you than through the phone.

“Y/N?” His voice resonates through the small alley, and you’re slightly more awake for a moment as a flashlight shines directly into your eyes, then down the rest of you.

He swears.

A lot.

“Hey, hey, Y/N.” You feel his hands, warm and soft and tender, on your cheek, slapping lightly to grab your attention. Your eyes are unfocused, you can barely make out his face through the tears and the haze grabbing at the edges of your vision.

An arm goes under your knees and your start screaming again, pain and fear coursing through every vein in your body. Someone’s saying something, your name and something else, and it’s calm and reassuring but all you can focus on is how much it hurts. You’re hoisted into the air and this time the scream doesn’t even make it past your lips, catching in your throat as the pain peaks into a numbness spreading to your toes.

“–wake! Y/N, hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” But your eyes are challenging his voice, daring to shut for longer periods of time with each blink.

There’s a deep, ocean blue staring down at you when you do open your eyes, laced with disappointment and screaming the same word over and over at you.

Failure. Failure. Failure.

Your eyes close.

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Diary

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

Request:  Can I request a Paul imagine where he imprints on his ex-girlfriend who he cheated on during their past relationship and she wants nothing to do with him. So he has to work so hard for her to even think about him as anything. I saw this idea in passing on tumblr one day. It was just a what if not a full imagine. I just thought you could write this amazingly. Thank you lovely.

For Anon
Words: 1,073

Thank you Sweetie! <3

Okay, so I’m doing this with my head cannon that Paul was taught to write things down to deal with his temper problem. These are his written musings about you, him and the imprint situation.


Day 7

I tried to talk to you again today on the beach. You threw your soda over me and I had to get out of there before I phased. I know I don’t deserve it but c’mon Y’N, can’t you stand to be near me for at least a while?  

Day 14

The first time I’d seen you since you washed me in your drink, you were hanging out with Kim and Jared on the beach. You ignored me but at least you didn’t leave. Sam thinks the imprint will help you forgive me eventually. I don’t think it will, not sure how you could. I miss you, I missed you before the imprint and now it’s worse than ever. I don’t know why I kissed your friend back then, I was a stupid child and it cost me you. But I’ve grown up now Y/N, I promise. I’ve seen war and ripped apart monsters.

Day 16

You ignored me today.

Day 21

Sam had to pull me off the beach today when I saw you on date. Guy looked like a dickhead.

Day 22

You agreed, he was a dickhead and you actually held a conversation with me in the school canteen to tell me what an arsehole he was. I nearly made you smile and then I couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

Day 25

There was a bonfire tonight and you came with Kim and sat with her and Emily for most of the night but finally, we talked. To be honest, you just let rip on me and I deserved it, I think it might have helped you to get out your anger at everything that happened between us. Luckily I was on patrol later that night because I phased anyway, I can’t believe that I’d ever make you feel that way.

Day 32

You were freaking out today, you needed to get across to your younger brother’s school to pick him up because he was ill but your car was in the shop. I took you in my truck, you didn’t even have to ask, and then dropped you both off at your house. You kissed my cheek as you left in thank you.
I had to kick Embry and Quil’s ass later for laughing at my soppiness.

Day 39

You found out about The Pack today, Jacob lost his temper about Bella’s love life and phased in front of you. It took Sam and Paul to restrain me from him.

Day 53

Today was the first time you let any of the pack see you in two weeks, it was a shame that I had to force my way into your house to get you. I’m sorry if I scared you but there was leech roaming around and I needed you to say save at Emily and Sam’s house.
It must have helped because you stopped flinching around us when we came back.

Day 60

You came to find me to today, you wanted to learn more about wolves and you trusted me to answer your questions and make you feel safe. I’ve never felt so proud. We walked down the beach and talked for hours until it cold out and you cuddled up to my side for warmth. It was the first time I’ve blushed in a long time, I gave Jared a dead arm for his teasing.

Day 64

No idea how I convinced you but tonight is DATE NIGHT. DATE NIGHT. DATE NIGHT.

Day 70

DATE NIGHT PART TWO – GOD YOU’RE GORGOUS.

Day 75

Its official, you’re my girlfriend! Again! No one’s life could beat mine right now.

Day 82

You found about the imprint yesterday and today we talked through it. You asked for some time alone to think it through, I agreed but its killing me.

Day 84

You came to find me today, you made me sit down and marched about the room ranting about how if you accepted the imprint then it didn’t mean that I could control you. I’d never want to control you anyway. But you did look adorable with your hands on your hips giving me a mini lecture. It made me want to pick you up and spin you around.

Maybe not the time.

Day 86

You met my dad today, I’m sorry that you had to go through that. He’s an arse, one day soon he’ll go back to the big house and leave me and my family the fuck alone. I was close to phasing when you threw your arms around my neck and told me that if I phased then I’d be taking you with me.  Miraculously, you calmed me down.

What did I do to deserve you?

Day 365

I saved the last page of this shitty little notepad for this little note for you. It’s been years since I scribbled all this down, the story of getting you to fall for me. Don’t deny it, you fell for me hard. I can’t blame you. I am a damn god. Anyway, after our lives together you’re used to me scribbling all these down, now it’s mostly habit. I stopped having a bad temper the day you said ‘I do’. I’ve got notebooks full of our adventures, our marriage and our children.

You’re the best mother and imprint that any wolf could ask for and if any of the guys say different then I’ll fight them.

So this is one of your presents for our anniversary. Sit back in bed while me and the kids make breakfast and read through this little book, then we’ll start the hunt for the rest of your hidden presents.

Love you babe xx

“Dean, we need to talk.” Sam’s voice filled the empty space around them. Dean didn’t look at his brother. He kept looking at the book he was pretending to read. He didn’t even know what it was about. “Dean,” Sam repeated.

“I heard you.”

Sam audibly sighed, then sat down on the chair where Dean could not keep on ignoring him. But Dean tried, either way, he’d do anything to get out of the conversation Sam wanted to have. Weeks ago he definitely would have walked away or changed the subject, but now he just kept quiet. In all honesty, he was tired. Too tired to fight with his brother while they already had so much else to fight. Not that he would give in to anything Sam said, but avoiding it would ask too much energy of him. The energy he didn’t have, not anymore.

“If you…” Sam began, cleared his throat and sat up in his chair. “If you keep lashing out like that, at- at me or at Jack, you need help, Dean. And if you don’t talk to me, I can’t help you.”

“I don’t need help,” Dean grumbled. “I’m fine.”

“No,” Sam snapped and his voice raised. “You are not okay, and you take it out on us because you keep on pretending you are, and that’s not fair.”

“The kid-”

“Jack didn’t want any of this either. He never asked to be born under these circumstances, he never asked for his mom to die or to have these powers or the be the son of Lucifer. He never asked for Cas to die, either. He sees him as his father.”

“Well, that’s great and all, but that doesn’t change that he got him dead!” Dean slammed the book shut, got up and turned away from his brother. He went to place the book back on the shelf, fingers tight around the leather binding “It doesn’t change that because of him, Cas is dead, and if you can just push that away, good for you, but-”

“That’s enough!” Sam slammed his hand flat on the table, creating an echo that silenced Dean, who turned back around. “Stop saying that,” Sam got up as well and walked towards Dean. “Stop saying that I- that- that I don’t care, or that I forgot because I did not! Me being reasonable doesn’t mean that I don’t miss him, because I do, every day!” Sam’s voice faltered. “I- I don’t wanna believe that he’s gone either, but you can’t blame it on Jack. It’s not his fault.”

It had been a long time since Dean has seen Sam cry. It was difficult to watch the tears without wanting to cry himself, so he turned away and inhaled sharply. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and rough.

“You don’t get it, Sam, you weren’t- you…” You weren’t in love with him. “Remember how he always mentioned this bond?” He laughed tiredly. “The fact that he’s gone, it feels like… like a part is ripped open, torn apart by some ruthless beast and that it snapped that bond. Whatever I do, I feel it.” His hand pressed on his chest and tightened into a fist. “When I see Jack, it just- the pain gets worse, and I’m not able to ignore it and be reasonable, like you.”

Sam stared at Dean, but Dean didn’t look away. “I don’t think I can ever forget.”

There were still tears on Sam’s face. Dean slowly opened his hand and dropped it to his side. “I’m sorry,” he rasped and looked at the floor, “I’m sorry that all this, it’s taking its toll on you- and the kid, I- I’m sorry I can’t be myself without him.”

Sam wiped at his eyes, roughly but unashamed. Dean wished he could allow himself to cry like that, without holding back because of his dignity.

“You miss him, too, I shouldn’t say you don’t- I just….” He grabbed onto the side of the bookshelves, his knuckles turning white. “I wish he was here, Sammy, I need him.’

“I know.” Sam stepped towards him, placing a large hand on Dean’s shoulder. “We’re gonna find a way to get through this, okay, one way or another. We always did.”

“Is it-” Dean hesitated, but he’s already exposed anyways. “Is it weird I still think, still hope, we’ll find a way to get him back?”

A silence fell.

“No,” Sam whispered almost inaudibly. “So do I.” His face hardened. “But in the meantime, we have a kid to look out for and a world to safe.”

Dean nodded and let go of the bookshelves.

“Yeah.”

When Sam had left the room, Dean stared at the empty spot on the table Cas had last sat. He walked over to it, let his fingers run over the back.

“Wish you were here, buddy. Maybe you are, maybe…. You’re still out there. But until then…” He sniffed, rubbed angrily at his eyes and grabbed onto the chair.  “I’ll have to find a way to stay strong without you.”

A Fond Farewell

Originally posted by as-strong-as-the-seas-are-stormy


I see you’re leaving me and taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in between
A little less than a human being”

                                       Elliott Smith – A Fond Farewell


Something changed in Dean the day you met Lucifer. The shift was almost imperceptible, the subtle gleam of sadness in his eyes when he looked at you, the way he stared when he thought you weren’t looking, as if trying to memorize tiny aspects of you that he worried he was already forgetting. Anyone who didn’t know Dean intimately wouldn’t have caught the signs, but you did, and you suspected Sam did as well, though the two of you never spoke of it.

You’d joined the boys on a hunt, despite their protests at how you were far too calm about the idea of coming face to face with Lucifer. While you should have been terrified beyond measure, the mere thought of him oddly possessed a calming quality to it, one that had you far too curious to leave unexplored. The moment your eyes fell upon him, his tattered wings hanging around his frame, glowing like the vestiges of a fire about to burn out, you wept. You crumpled to your knees, staring at him with an ache in your heart that you couldn’t explain. Everyone around you was too stunned to react, though Lucifer was perhaps the most perplexed of all. He watched you, faint traces of sadness, surprise, anger, and curiosity flexed over his face before he vanished, leaving you to deal with the Winchesters onslaught of questions as they had to drag you back out to the car.

Trying to explain yourself after that was next to impossible. The day after the incident, Dean was withdrawn, quieter than normal and when Sam remarked his surprise at his brother’s supposed lack of care towards your reaction, he seemed to piece together that something was amiss. You dodged Sam’s questions, not understanding the reaction yourself, but as the days passed, it all started to come together.

Now here you were again with Sam and Dean, only now Lucifer was at your guard, standing behind you and ready to intercede should he feel the need to. You’d previously heard little of angels and their soulmates, but now that you knew the full power of what that entailed, you knew that you had little choice in the matter. Even if you did, this was unequivocally the choice you would have made.

Dean had put on a brave face, but it was faltering quickly, the cracks in his rough exterior letting his emotions trickle out in a sorrowful stream. You hurt him, and though it wasn’t intended, you knew where you needed to be, and that was beside Lucifer.

“You take care of yourself, alright?” Dean said gruffly, trying to smile through the torment he was putting himself through. You knew Dean blamed himself, blamed himself for bringing you before the Devil in the first place, only to ultimately lose you to him.

You nodded, searching his gaze for something, anything you could possibly say to ease the pain you were putting him through, but there was nothing.

“I’ll be okay, Dean” you reassured, wishing you could reach out and touch him, but thought better of it.

Thoughts danced behind his eyes, a look that told you he had something to say but didn’t want to. You knew what it was and you nodded, urging him to speak the words that perhaps hurt him the most as you bit back the sob in your throat.

“You be good” he said, and though the phrase may have sounded innocent and caring, with his half smile and saddened eyes, you knew the meaning behind it.

Dean was a hunter, one dedicated to his job and if that meant saving the world from any threat, he was up for it. With you at Lucifer’s side, you might be that threat. Lucifer’s hand rested on your shoulder and you smiled warily at Dean. Your will broke and you pulled him into a hug, feeling Lucifer stiffen slightly behind you. Dean’s arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing you as if you satisfy the fact that he would likely never get the chance to hold you again.

“You hurt her, in any way, and I’ll come for you. I’ll fucking kill you” he said over your shoulder to Lucifer, his jaw tensing as rage began to prickle through him.

Lucifer huffed a short, humorless laugh as you released Dean, stepping back and away from him as your fingers found Lucifer’s and laced through them.

You’d wanted to tell him that you hoped to see him around, but in reality, if you did, it was likely not going to be on good terms, so instead you kept quiet, silently promising that you would be okay and everything was fine.

“Goodbye, Dean” was the only words that came to you, tears dripping from your eyes, hating yourself for hurting him.

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You Understand, Right? (Part 11): I Made My Decision

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1022+ words

TW: Fighting / Injuries 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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Y/N slowly made her way to a clearing, thinking about what Dean had said. She replayed the last half an hour over and over again. At this point she doesn’t know who to trust. She knew the power the Colt had, and she felt ridiculously stupid for almost handing the most powerful weapon over to the King of Hell. Either ways, she had to confirm whether Dean was right about Crowley or not. “Cas,” Y/N whispered, hoping he would somehow hear her prayers, and come.

“Y/N? Where’s Dean?” he asked. It was rare for the angel to see her without Dean. Those two had been joint at the hips since he met her.

“I need you to give this back to him.” She shoved the Colt against his chest, not trusting herself with it any longer. “And tell him I’m sorry.”

“Why do you have the Colt? And why can’t you tell him yourself?” he questioned.

“Please, Cas. I just- I need to be alone right now.”

“Alright.” He grabbed the Colt from her hands, and disappeared with a fluttering of wings.

“Hello, darling,” Crowley greeted with a smile, one she would’ve thought nothing of, but now she can sense the danger behind it. “Do you have the Colt?”

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Can’t Remember to Forget You | ii

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 916

Warnings: Language? Self-hate/loathing, mentions of death - lots of angst 

A/N: UPDATE! I hope this lives up to your expectations even thought its bleh AND kinda short af (Blade assures me its not but we know how I am) also i dedicate this chapter to my beloved bleid because i miss her :/

Originally posted by caps-bucky

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Virginity Stories

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Aftermath of mission (slight not much description), drinking, language because I’m me, SMUT, Male and female oral receiving, loss of virginity, sexual intercourse, vaginal penetration

Word Count: 6284 (Sorry I know its over 5000, but its worth it I promise. Please don’t hate me I got carried away because its been forever since I wrote my Stevie :( 

A/N: This was written for Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Writing Challenge @emilyevanston. My prompt was “How did I lose my virginity?” Still new at writing smut so I apologize if it sucks. Also first time writing loss of virginity so please be gentle. Been awhile since I wrote Marvel so I’m glad to be back. Sorry this is late I’m a horrible person whose job keeps her hella busy and hella tired. No beta and feedback always wanted and appreciated. 

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Alone

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader

Summary: Since you came into a new foster family, things are becoming worse and worse. You reach a point where you can’t take it anymore.

Word Count: about 2700

Warnings: A little breakdown, abusive foster parents, apart from that just fluff I guess (please tell me if I missed something)

A/N: This is my (way too late, I’m so sorry!) entry for @winchesters-favorite-girl One Year Celebration (the prompt is bolded). Katie, you’re the best big sister we could ask for and an inspiration to us all. I hope for many more great years with you <3

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You’ve been sitting in your room for hours, opting between doodling on some notebook paper and checking your phone every few minutes. You jumped up from your chair once the two words finally lit up on the screen.

I’m here.

It didn’t even take you seconds to open the window and quietly climb through it. Relief flooded through you as you saw your dad standing there, leaning onto the black Impala, and he made some steps toward you. As soon as his arms were around you, engulfing you in a tight hug, the tears you’d been trying to hold back all day spilled over. Helplessly, he tried to shush you, rubbing his hand over the small of your back and kissing your hair.

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Stay For a Little While

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Words: 1.4k

Prompt: You miss him. You miss him so much. After sneaking out of the dorms in the middle of the night to see you, Mark comforts you after not seeing each other for a long time. 

Genre: Fluff with a pinch of angst (does salt bae meme)

A/N: This scenario was based off a song called “Stay” by The Sam Willows (I love it so much omg; listen here) The lyric “stay for a little while” got stuck in my head for days and this scenario was created as I thought about the words more and more :) This is my first scenario on tumblr! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything so hopefully I’m not too rusty in the writing department. Also, requests are welcome~ Enjoy~!



The sound of Mark’s rapping met your ears as you watched him and NCT perform on the television screen before you. A smile made its way to your face as the camera zoomed in on his dancing figure, focusing all the attention on him as the performance came to an end. You and Mark have been dating for months now and you couldn’t be any happier with your relationship. You haven’t seen Mark in over a month, aside from the everyday texts and phone calls but you can’t blame him for his busy schedule. With training, promotions, school, and your own schooling as well, being able to see each other made it difficult for the both of you.

A breeze danced by you from your apartment window, making you shiver from the chilly summer evening. You rubbed your arms for warmth, trying to comfort yourself from the chilly wind. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you couldn’t help but recall Mark’s hugs, how he would sway you back and forth whenever you and he would embrace for long periods of time, the way he rested his forehead on your shoulder, you running a hand through his dyed hair. His presence, his lovable and contagious laugh, his kisses, you missed it all.

With a sigh you stood up from your comfy position on the couch and walked to the window, pushing down on the rigid white frame to close it. You watched as the sun started to set in the distance, its aura slowly disappearing from the sky, signaling that the day was almost over and that night will make its greeting shortly.

Running a hand through your hair, you sauntered back to the couch and lay down on your back, your eyes staring at the blank ceiling above you. You would never break up with Mark. You would never. However, it was times like these where you doubt how long you could take it; missing hours of conversations that would make you lose track of time, not having the shoulder to lean on when you were hitting rough patches; it was draining you.

You closed your eyes, trying to forget the thoughts in your head. With the murmur of the television in the background and your mind filled with unanswerable questions, you disconnected from the world around you and slowly fell asleep.

Your mind was at ease.

You were sitting upon a cloud, overlooking the industrious city below you as the same sun you watched from your apartment window was still setting, the tangerine rays fading into the mauve sky. As you felt the delicate cloud under your fingertips, the image of the evening sky around you went black and the feeling of arms was under your legs and shoulders.

Wait, arms?

Waking from your dream, your hazy eyes tried to fix on the dim face of the person who was holding you. Gaining vision, your eyes broadened when you met the familiar gentle eyes that were staring at your relaxed form. As your body felt the smooth duvet covers of your bed, you soon realized that you were being carried bridal style to your room by Mark, the guy you who were desperately missing the entire day.

Immediately you leaped from your bed, tightly embracing Mark. When his arms secured around your waist and he started swaying you side to side, you become overwhelmed. A sob crawled up your throat but you held it in, not wanting to cry.

“Hi.” You peeped from his shoulder.

You regretted saying a word as tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Hey, hey…” He muttered, “It’s okay, I got you.”

Resting his chin on top of your head, he continued swaying you, trying to soothe you as he rubbed your back lightly.

Placing a light kiss on your forehead, he grabbed the sides of your face, wiping the tears with his thumbs. 2:43 AM glared red from your digital clock on your night stand.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice slightly cracking as tears continued to fall from your swollen eyes.  

Using the sleeves of his hoodie, Mark continued to dab the tears away, determined to prevent the droplets from rolling further down your face.

“I wanted to visit you.”

Grabbing one of your hands, he brought it to his lips, lightly kissing the back of it. Leading you over to your bed, the both of you sat on the edge, still holding hands longingly as his fingers laced with yours.

“It wasn’t easy leaving the dorms, you know,” Mark said, looking down at your entwined hands.

You nudged closer to him, resting your head comfortably on his shoulder.

“Before I left, it took me so long to find your spare key because I placed it in one of my jackets and someone borrowed it so I had to quickly search the dorms before everyone went to sleep.”

You smirked, imagining a frantic Mark ransacking the dorms and turning it upside down.

“The biggest problem was that I had to sneak past Taeyong.”

You both chuckled as Mark wrapped an arm loosely around your waist.

“Ah geez, I never snuck out of the dorms this late before. What would he say about this if he finds out?”

“He would just blame your rebellious behaviour on puberty again.” You giggled.

Mark couldn’t help but cackle as he hit his leg a few times, a habit he did whenever he laughed. As his laughter died down he slowly examined your face. The moonlight from your bedroom window shined faintly through the room, casting shadows over your features. Noticing the dark rings under your eyes, he sighed, guiltily looking away.

“Maybe coming here at 3 in the morning wasn’t a good idea,” He said timidly, “When I got here, I saw you sleeping on the couch and you looked so relaxed but I figured you would be more comfortable in your bed instead.”

Looking up, you observed Mark’s face; his eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lip, a sign that he was upset.

“I interrupted your sleep and you won’t get enough rest.”

Mark shut his eyes and hung his head low, the darkness hiding his face.

You sighed and shook your head at his silliness.

With a gentle hand, you gracefully traced his jawline with your finger, noticing how more defined it has become than before.

Mark lifted his head slightly, responding to your touch but still not looking in your direction.  Using your index finger and thumb, you held his chin and turned his head, making him look at you. Opening his eyes, the tension in his expression relaxed as he stared at you with softened eyes before briefly glancing at your lips.

Slowly, you leaned in, closing the distance as you pressed your lips against his tenderly. Mark responded back sweetly, his lips softly brushing yours. Bringing his hand up, he held the side of your face carefully as if you were a fragile china doll. You leaned into his touch, your heart beating rapidly realizing how long you had missed his kisses. Reluctantly, you pulled away, missing the warmth on your lips as you breathed for air.

“Losing sleep is worth it if I get to see you.” You smiled.

Mark mirrored your smile before looking over your shoulder at your clock. His smile disappeared, his lips pursing into a straight line.

“I… I should probably get going. Just in case someone does figure out that I’m gone.”

You pouted, making your expression exaggerated as much as you could, doing your best puppy eyes. Mark giggled at your frown, pecking your lips briefly.

“That face can’t work on me forever, Y/N.”

“Damn it.” You muttered.

Mark chuckled, lightly kissing the center of your forehead.

You looked down as you played with your fingers anxiously.

“C-Could you… Stay for a little while?” You asked, “Until I fall asleep?”

He thought for a moment, considering your question before he moved over, propping your pillows upright as he sat against the headboard of your bed. He patted his hand beside him, motioning you to come over.

Moving from the edge of the bed, you laid beside him, resting your head against his chest as he hung his arm around your shoulders loosely.

A yawn escaped your lips as you draped your arm across his torso, snuggling into his side.

Your eyes fluttered, eventually closing as sleep was taking over your body.

“Goodnight, love you.” He whispered.

“Night, love you too.”

Shot

Note: thanks bb! ahh, I love this! thanks for the request! .c

Request:  Heyaa I love your imagines could you do a Bucky x reader imagine with the prompt “Why’d you get shot?!” and “That was stupid”

Originally posted by gliceria



All you could remember before passing out from losing blood from a gunshot, was an agent threatening to steal Bucky away from you, saying they would stop at nothing to bring their “precious Winter Soldier” back. They would track him down, lock him away, and erase his memory again. You wouldn’t let that happen. 

The red book that held those words that echoed through Bucky’s mind was in a safe place when you arrived, hidden from everyone in sight. Then an agent brought it out and was dangling it right in your face, only furthering their threat. You had to take it. You wouldn’t let them torture Bucky like that ever again.

In the quinjet, you had woken up and you were biting on a rag as Steve used a pair of surgical tweezers to remove the bullet. You screamed into the rag, your teeth nearly cracking at the intense grip you had. “I’m sorry! I-it’s really in there.” He frowned at the pain he was causing you, he hated having to do this.

You started feeling dizzy the longer this took. You felt tears fill your eyes and you let out a huge breath when you felt Steve finally pull the bullet out. “Bucky’s gonna freak out, you know that, right?” Steve asked as he cleaned around your wound. You nodded gently, watching Steve get a needle and stitch ready.

It didn’t take long for him to stitch it up and the quinjet landed right after he put medical tape on the sides of a large piece of gauze. You pulled your shirt down and gave Steve an appreciative hug. 

As you walked down the landing strip, Bucky ran over to you and greeted you and Steve with a wide smile. You smiled back and ignored the soreness in your side. Bucky’s face fell as he watched you limping a little, not being able to walk correctly from stretching the stitches. “What happened?” Your resolve fell at his question. “Really?” You whined at how quickly he could figure out you were hurt. 

Bucky reached his hands out to hold your waist, but you recoiled, wincing at the contact. He gasped and his eyebrows creased with worry. “Y/N? Steve, why did she…“ Bucky whispered, his eyes on your mid-section. “Right, I’m gonna go. Good luck, Y/N!” Steve quickly ran off, not wanting to be here for this. He understood why you did what you did. You saved Bucky, but barely saved yourself in the process. 

“I got shot.” You said barely over a whisper. Bucky’s mouth fell slack and his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. “Why’d you get shot?!” He exclaimed, his hands hovering over your waist. He tried lifting your shirt up but you stopped him. You already knew he would blame himself for this. Even if it was your choice. 

Bucky ran his hands through his hair frantically as his breathing picked up. “How could this happen!? Where was Steve? Who shot you!? I’ll kill them! Y/N, oh my God!” Bucky was a total mess in mere seconds, his emotions ranging from anger to sadness, and worry.

You quickly stopped Bucky by grabbing his forearms, making him look down at you. “Bucky! I’m okay! I got the book.” Bucky stopped freaking out, his eyes on yours. He visibly calmed down and took a moment to process what you said. “You what?” He squinted his eyes at you.

“I got the book.” You repeated with a small smirk. The team had been after the book for the past few months while Bucky stayed behind. This time you and Steve went. And with a sudden twist of fate, you got it. You took pride in being the one that retrieved it, regardless if you got hurt. 

Bucky’s eyebrows raised and his back straightened. “That was stupid.” He muttered after a few short moments, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe that you would risk your life for him. A book, that held his biggest fears, was now safe. All because of you. “It was worth it.” You started to walk towards the elevator on the roof. 

Bucky followed beside you and lightly shook his head. “You’re so…” He trailed off, slipping his hand in yours. “Amazing?” You smiled up at him, rubbing your thumb along his skin. He chuckled, though you knew he was still shaken up, and leaned down to kiss your head.

“Amazing.” 

Note: I’m sorry if it was too short! I love reading your comments, feel free to leave one! .c

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Coming Home (Chap 11)

Yikes, guys, just so many tissues oh my god. 

MASTERLIST HERE

Seriously. Invest in some tissues.

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“Tony.” Bucky stepped into the lab, waiting until the doors closed behind him before speaking. “Tony?”

“Bucky.” Tony was sitting at his computer, looking pale and anxious and Bucky moved a few steps closer, wings lifting in concern, stopping only when Tony put a hand up. “I need you to–shit.” He took a deep breath in, blowing it out slowly before he could talk again.

“Mission report. December 19th, 1991.”

“Tony.” Bucky jerked back a step. “What are you doing? Why would you–”

“Mission report.” Tony repeated. “December 19th 1991. Please.”

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Protective brothers

Word count: 1,327

Request - Hey could your maybe write a fic where the reader is the archangels little sister and maybe just lots of fluff and protective brothers (if you don’t wanna do it that’s ok)

A/N: I changed the request up a bit so that I could make it longer but it still had the basic concept of the reader being the archangel’s sister. <3 Also, by archangels I simply did Gabe and Lucifer because I’m absolute trash at writing the others and I made the reader like a lot younger compared to her brothers.

Swiping your angel blade quickly, your breath was panting as you once again attacked the hunter currently trying to kill you. He had managed to get the jump on you from behind as he gashed his way through your frail body, your grace slightly seeped its way throughout your wounds.

You let out a harsh scream as you accidentally let your guard down from being weak and the hunter had stabbed your shoulder. Blood covered your entire body and dripped down onto the floor. Suddenly, he tried again, lunging at your frail body but you quickly grasped onto his blade and drove it into his heart.

“I’m sorry,” you let out a slight sob before pulling your blade out of him, watching as blood trickled from his body and he fell onto the floor. Not long after, you joined him, your body collapsing as you reached a hand out onto the dirty floor to steady yourself.

Your mind raced as you looked down at the wounds which had covered your entire body and you knew that if you didn’t do something soon you would die. Suddenly, you shut your eyes tightly as you stood up on your shaking legs and began to try and locate your brothers, tracing them back to a place in Lebanon, Kansas.

Almost immediately after you had located them, you stretched out your trembling wings and flew to them, praying that you would make it in time.

As you materialized in what looked like a library, you felt your body go light headed and you once again collapsed onto the floor.

Instantly Sam and Dean shot out of that chairs, guns and blades in their hands as they took in the sight of a dying angel on their library floor. Confusion laced their faces as they wondered why you would come to the bunker of all places.

“What’s going on bo- Y/N?” Gabriel burst into the room.

Once his eyes laid on your pale body violently shaking on the ground he rushed over to you, collapsing on the floor beside you and pulling you into his arms shouting at Sam and Dean to get Lucifer.

“Shhh, hon, you’re gonna be okay,” Gabriel reassured you wiping away a stray hair from your face.

Not a second after Gabriel had said that, the door to the library shot open and in ran a worried looking Lucifer closely followed by Sam and Dean.

“Hey Y/N, It’s Luci. We’re gonna heal you up nice and good.” He spoke helping Gabriel lift you up onto the table to heal you. Sam and Dean looked at both of the archangels in shock as they tended to your wounds with worried looks on both of their faces.

You let out a slight whimper at the pain you felt when Gabriel pressed his fingers onto one of your wounds in order to heal them. Writhing around, the pain pushed its way throughout your entire body and you grasped tightly onto Lucifer’s hands until you could no longer feel any agony. You opened your eyes and looked up to see your brother’s faces staring right back down at you with concern. Your eyes drifted over to the left and saw two unfamiliar faces, taking a quick look at them you could instantly tell they were hunters so you let out a quick cry as you rushed off the table and hid behind Gabriel and Lucifer.

“Y/N, you don’t have to be scared of lil’ Deano and Sasquatch over here,” Gabriel said clicking his fingers and offering a piece of your favourite candy to you which, even though you were dying merely seconds ago, you accepted due to your incredible sweet tooth you had managed to get from hanging around with Gabe too much.

“Yes, and even if they do try to hurt you they’ll have an army of both angels and demons after them.” Lucifer threatened as his eyes narrowed towards the hunters standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“You okay Y/N/N?” Gabe asked, all of the laughter in his voice disappearing and being replaced by worry. He knew that what you were going through in that moment would have been a lot for you, all of your brothers and sisters knew how much you hated fighting and this was Gabriel’s indirect way of asking you what happened.

You sighed before walking to the sofa and sitting down on it, closely being followed by everyone else. Gabriel and Lucifer sat beside you and you moved to lay across them both. Your head in Lucifer’s lap as he played with your hair and Gabriel stroking his thumb across your leg to comfort you.

“I, I was in this dark, horrible room,” You began watching as both of Sam and Dean sat down opposite you, they gave each other a strange look before turning their attention back to you, “this, this guy just came out of nowhere. I had no clue what was going on and then he just swung his angel blade at me, trying relentlessly to attack me again and again, like he wasn’t going to stop until either of us were dead.”

“Who did this to you Y/N?” Lucifer’s voice was starting to get agitated and you could see his eyes slowly turn from their natural icy blue shade to a deeper red.

“He- he was a hunter. He said that if I died then you wouldn’t want to start the apocalypse because you would be too busy mourning my death”

After you had said that silence filled the room. Suddenly Lucifer stood up and began pacing back and forth, his eyes were now a dangerous shade of red as he ran his hand quickly through his hair to calm himself down.

“I did this. I put you in danger. I didn’t even want to start the apocalypse anymore, not after you told me not to,” Sam and Dean looked at one another with shock at what was taking place before them and the news they had just found out. Yes, they were a bit confused then they found out that Lucifer was not wanting to kill humanity suddenly anymore but they never questioned it, and now they knew why.

“Lucifer no!” You shouted knowing that in this moment of time he was blaming himself for what was happening, “None of this is your fault, it’s their fault, they don’t understand that you’ve changed and are trying to be better. Luci, I love you okay, don’t you dare blame yourself for this.”

Everyone in the room watched as Lucifer’s eyes slowly returned back to their normal colour and his breathing changed from a rapid panting to not being noticeable at all.

You tightly wrapped your arms around Lucifer’s waist and he placed his chin down on top of your head. You closed your eyes tightly shut as you pushed your face into Lucifer’s chest. Gabriel stood up and joined the hug, wrapping his arms around his brother and sister knowing that in that moment Y/N was bringing the family closer together. Although Lucifer and Gabriel may fight a lot, they both dearly loved Y/N and would do anything to make them happy.

“I love you Luci and Gabester.” You sighed with a happy smile on your face as they murmured back their I love you too’s.

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“Soo, Luci and Gabester, when are you gonna introduce us to Y/N?” Dean spoke standing up along with Sammy.

Lucifer and Gabriel simply pulled away from the hug and scowled at Dean.

“Call me that again and I will kill you,” Lucifer spoke seriously.

Dean looked over at Gabriel in hopes that he could maybe be allowed to say ‘Gabester’ every time he was in the bunker.

“Sorry Deano, but I’m with Luci on this one,” Gabe said earning him a scowl from Lucifer as well causing a little chuckle to escape from your lips at the weird messed up family you loved so much.

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Second Best

Sam Winchester x Reader

950 Words

Story Summary: Y/N admits to Sam how she truly feels. 

Warnings: Mentions of feeling as if you don’t belong, some angst

“I want to be someone’s favorite.” You cried, staring out the window so you didn’t have to see the pity on Sam’s face. “I want to know what it’s like to have someone always there for you. That would drop everything in an instant to be Okay.”

“Y/N, I…” Sam started, no doubt trying to tell you that your feelings would pass. That you were being sentimental.

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A Dash of Jealousy (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Word Count: 2,088

Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Can you write a fic where Sam Winchester pretends he need the reader’s help with something or fakes an emergency or something whilst she’s on a date because he is extremely jealous and loves her and wants to get her away from her date?

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, jealousy, alcohol use, slight angst, fluff, implied smut

Finishing the last swipe of your lipstick, you step away from the mirror in an attempt to spot any mistakes or flaws you might have missed. It’s not often that you get the opportunity to take a night away from your hectic, hunting lifestyle (let alone a Saturday night, at that) and spend it like you used to before you got involved in all of this- going on a date.

When you had told Sam and Dean, your hunting partners as well as your best friends, that you were going on a date, they were shocked. It was a mixture of “I’m proud of ‘ya, kid,” and smirking from Dean, and “Don’t you think you should spend our one night off work relaxing?” followed by a frown from Sam.

You ignored them both, determined to have fun tonight. Sam was right- this was your one night off from work, and you’d be damned if you didn’t spend it the right way. Relaxing, however, was not part of that. When hunting becomes your life, and you have a serious lack of privacy and free time due to spending every waking moment with the Winchesters, you’re very much hoping that this date ends in a very exciting way.

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Roommates: Part 2

Summary: Reader is a ghost that lives in Tom Holland apartment and Tom doesn’t believe in ghosts. Or does he? Take two of playing with an Ouija board, tom gets some answers and tries to bring home a girl.

Warning: some sexual content, swearing, death, spooky shit, dont play with ouija boards 

Words: 2.5k

Originally posted by tom-holla

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