i still love you charlie but sigh

our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his little girl before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 2

Part 1

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You could see Charlie’s large sun hat before you saw her face once you landed in the airport. Though Harry had attempted to roll both yours and his suitcase in a chivalrous way, you had given him a look as if to say, “Really?” before lugging your own behind you as Harry led you and Savie through the airport.

“Charlie!” you called, waving your arm frantically as you attempted to catch her attention. She turned, her long, luxurious and silky hair swishing around her as a large smile overcame her face and she waved back, jogging to meet up with you. 

“Y/N!” she cried and nearly sprinted into your arms. “Oh it’s been so long! When Harry called I nearly thought he was joking saying you’d be visiting! It’s so good to see you!”

You and Savie had known Charlie since university. She’d been the Armenian girl down the hall whose grandmother always sent her nice treats. You’d gone with her on her first trip to her home country when her parents had asked if she wanted to spend the summer there. Her answer was yes, and that she wanted to bring friends. 

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Comatose-Chapter 8

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

The days had flown by in a haze of color. Days filled with sparring and forced laughter, with trying to be the person you once were. You had forced yourself to feel, to smile, to laugh, and you were slowly making progress. Lately, it had been less about forcing and more about living. You could surprise yourself by laughing without having to think that maybe you should first. The numbness was still there, but it was less. The wall was weaker. Day by day you had gotten better, closer to who you once had been.

Ultimately, you felt ready to go on missions again, which had brought you to your current predicament.

Grabbing your assailant by the hair, you bash his head into the wall twice before dropping him to the floor. Daintily stepping over him, you make your way into the room containing the servers. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, but, as usual, you had encountered more resistance than you thought there would be. Inserting the flash drive into the USB port, you start the download, while straining your senses for any movement outside. Which is why it takes you a minute to notice the intel that is flashing across the screen, currently being downloaded.

You suck in a sharp breath as you  backtrack through the files. What the hell? Panic mounting, you scan the information as quickly as you can. Your movements are jerky as you detach the flash drive, and make your way back to the jet as quickly as you can. A few stragglers get in your way but are dispatched with a flurry of movement or a flick of power.

Stepping onto the jet, you nod at Logan when he asks if you got what you came for. Plopping down in the seat opposite him, you let out a long defeated sigh.

“You alright kiddo?” he  asks worriedly.

Raising your gaze to his, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. “No. We have a problem. We need to get back ASAP.” Urgency bleeds into your tone. Logan studies you intently for a moment before nodding once and turning his attention back to flying the jet.

Thirty minutes later, you hurry through the mansion, desperately needing to get to Charles. You spot him speaking with Storm and send out a mental call. He pauses briefly, nods minutely, and excuses himself from Storm. You trail behind him, fear for the people you love setting off every nerve in your body, making you jumpy.

“We have a problem,” you say, once the doors to his office have closed behind you. As you plonk your butt into a chair, the exhaustion you feel is palpable, worming its way into your mind. “I found a classified op outlining an attack on the Mansion, Charles.They intend to kidnap me and morph my power into something dark. They want another phoenix.”

He stares at you for a full ten seconds. “Who does?” he finally asks.

“Hydra. They want to use me to take out the Avengers. They have plans to launch an assault on the compound and recapture the Winter Soldier.” Pinching the bridge of your nose you forge on. “They want to use us against each other, Charles. They want to use me against James.” Breath hitching in your throat, you try your best to quell the tide of tears threatening to stem over. Not now, you think. You’ve been so numb for so long, you don’t need the return of these feelings now. Not now when feeling nothing makes things easier. If you let the fear in, let the emotions return now, you will break. And if you break… will you ever be able to patch yourself back together?

“We must warn them,” Charles replies. “And we must get you to safety.”

“I am not sitting idly by while the people I love are in danger, Charles!” you snap. You need to do something, be in the action, or you’ll go crazy. If you’re too still, you’ll feel and lose what little control you’ve gained these last weeks.

“What do you propose we do, (y/n)?” he inquires.

Steeling yourself for your next words, you breathe deeply before you reply, “I need to go back. I have to help.” He makes to protest but you hold up your hand. “I have to do this, Charlie.”

Though he sighs, Charles nods able to understand your needs, perhaps even better than you can with how he’s been in your head lately chip, chip, chipping away at your walls.. Placing his fingers against his temple he sends out a call for Logan.

The silence stretches between you while you await Logan’s arrival, each deeply absorbed in your own thoughts. You hear the tell-tale shuffle of Logan outside the door, and a small smile plays on your lips. He throws open the door without knocking, cigar dangling from his lips, hair in disarray, and grease stains covering him from the waist up.There isn’t an inch of skin on his forearms which isn’t covered in some kind of black stain, and his once white wife-beater is now a murky, sweat stained grey with patches of black where he’d clearly wiped his hands.

You quirk a brow at him, lips twitching, and playfully quip, “No time for a shower?”  

He cocks a brow and chews on the end of his cigar, the look on his face the one that calls you smartass without needing to voice the word. “Trying to get me outta my clothes already, sweetheart?” he shoots back, a smirk spreading around the mangled cigar. You roll your eyes but Charles clears his throat meaningfully before you get a chance to fire back.

“I have an errand for you and (Y/n),” he says, putting an end to your bickering. The spoilsport.

Logan groans knowing instinctively he’s not going to like whatever this errand will be. Finally removing the cigar from his lips, he mutters, “Ah hell.”

Twenty minutes, and one awkward phonecall to Tony later, you head for your shower as Logan heads for his. Stripping off your soiled combat suit, you step under the spray, allowing the hot water to massage some of the tension out of your tight shoulders. You know that going back to the compound will open wounds not yet healed, hurts not yet dealt with, but you had little choice in the matter.

Staying at the mansion would put the children and your family in danger. Sure they were special children, but they were nowhere near ready to be X-men, and Charles could take care of himself, but that didn’t mean you would let him if leaving made that choice unnecessary. You had to leave, and you had to warn The Avengers. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you had little choice in the matter. Still, if you spent an extra ten minutes hiding out in your shower, not yet ready to face what was coming, who was going to call you on it?

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel you make your way into your bedroom. Logan is leaning against the opposite wall, your bags packed at his feet. You wonder if he even washed the grease off, or if it was just hidden under the long sleeved plaid shirt for no one that dirty could get ready that fast without cutting a few corners.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” you inform him. He grunts his understanding, a very Logan thing to do. It helps you feel the tiniest bit better. Like this is all normal and you can get through what comes next. “Thank you for packing for me.”

He arches a brow in your direction. “Are you gonna be alright, kid?” he asks hesitantly. “I don’t know if going back there is the best decision for ya.”

Sighing, you step behind a screen to change. “What choice do I have, Logan? Should I let them burn? Become what everyone is afraid I will become?” Zipping up the fly of you jeans you reach for the bra hanging over the top of the screen. “I will not stay out of this fight. I will protect the people I care for. No matter the cost.” Pulling a shirt over your head, you step out from behind the screen.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Your eyes dart to Logan and immediately lock with his. They’re hard, hot with the anger in them. But you can see the fear living there, the desperation hidden behind layers of gruffness and his ‘I don’t care’ attitude which isn’t fooling anyone. The guy’s got a marshmallow center, soft and gooey, and he’s afraid. Afraid that he’ll be called on to do the unthinkable a second time.

A flash of memory flits through your mind, but instead of Jean standing before him, his claws through her body, it’s you standing on that hill. You shake your head to clear the image. There’s only one problem with his fear. Those claws of his, while painful, can’t kill you.

Nodding slowly, you walk across the room, reminded with every step just what a predator he can be as he straightens up to loom large, seeming to suck the air from the room with his determined scowl. Reaching for his hand, you pass a feather light caress over his knuckles. Over the claws which have taken more lives than either of you care to count. He curls his hand into a fist, pulling it away. A warning growl rises in his chest. An argument is brewing, one you stop by placing your finger against his lips.

When his silence is guaranteed, you shift your fingers to the stubble of his cheek. Coarse hair, rough beneath your fingertips, leads up into his sideburns. Brushing your thumb over his cheekbone, you feel him relax under the soft touch, a wild thing tamed for the moment and willing to listen. “Logan. I’m not Jean. I won’t fail in this. I’m not her. You’re not going to have to make that sacrifice. Not again.”

His eyes search yours, holding you there, looking deep for something that you can’t define. When his piercing gaze darkens, the hard eyes filling with an emotion that isn’t fear or anger, but another that you aren’t sure you wish to name, you freeze before the suddenly hunting Wolverine. It shocks you further when his hand closes around the nape of your neck. The other bands across your back, and he jerks you to him. His mouth is on yours, hot, hard, demanding. Searing through you. Kissing you with an intensity long forgotten. When he lifts his head, you inhale hard, your lungs desperate for air. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you stare up at him in shock and can only think, Fuck…

Logan smirks a wide grin and runs his hand through your hair. “Alright, let’s get moving,” he says, grabbing up your bags and striding purposefully from the room with a nonchalance you envy, as if he hadn’t just kissed you breathless.

He leaves you standing alone, wondering what the hell just happened.

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Title: Family - Part 3

Warnings: Swearing, probably. Angst

Note: I’m glad you guys have been enjoying this series so far. I appreciate the the feedback and the requests for follow up parts. Any ideas or want to see some more? Lemme know. :)

All Parts: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


You finished buttoning the front of your dress; Tyler’s favorite. You adjusted the waistband, a sharp knock on your door startled you. Grabbing your jacket off the bed, you headed to the door. You pulled it open, revealing Tyler who flashed you a quick smile, the grin dropping from his lips before crossing the threshold.

“Hey, where’s Charlie?” you asked, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Tyler’s lips. “I thought he was coming with us?”

“Uh, no. He’s with Jamie tonight.” Tyler said, jamming his hands in his pockets. “I uh, I needed to talk to you.” he said distractedly, his eyes fixed on something outside your apartment window; avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah, sure.” you answered, tossing your jacket on the counter, walking to take a seat on the sofa. Tyler walked to the couch, slowly taking a seat beside you, careful to sit far enough away from you so the two of you weren’t touching at all. “You look so nervous, Ty.” you commented, reaching out to rest your hand on his knee, he repositioned himself, avoiding your touch. You pulled your hand back, worried. “What’s going on?” you asked.

He shook his head, looking down at his hands. “(Y/N), I came here to tell you that I can’t do this anymore.” he breathed, finally turning to face you, tears brimming in his eyes.

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Children || Diana Prince x Fem!Reader

Request:  You’ve seen Wonder Woman, yes? If so you probably don’t remember this scene but at the beginning when she first got to London diana was gushing over a baby? I’d like something of diana being all cute with kids in modern time and the fem!reader catching a serious case of baby fever while watching her and realizing they want a family with her then talking to her about it?

Originally posted by harleysquinn

Diana cooed lovingly as the baby in the pram fiddled with her lock of hair. She giggled as she gently pried her hair out of the baby’s small fist.

She looked up at the smiling mother of the baby. “May I hold her?”

After the mother nodded, Diana ever so gently wrapped her hands around the laughing baby and lifted her into her arms.

You realized as you were gazing at her, that her eyes were more filled with wonder than the child who was looking ever so curiously at her.  Diana caressed the hand of the baby, lightly prodding her little fingers.

“They are so tiny,” Diana said in awe. “What will happen to them if I hug them too tight? Will I crush them?”

“They will be engulfed in your love,” you joked. “Not too hard okay? But babies are actually pretty strong.”

Diana nodded, a smile still tugging at her lips, her eyes still not leaving the child’s. Her eyebrows suddenly furrowed as a look of confusion came over her face.

“What is it?” You inquired.

“They’re just so adorable.” She looked at you. “How is that even possible? Is this some form of magic?”

You chuckled. “Its called the baby charm. And that’s their thing, being incredibly adorable and pooping.”

Diana grinned at you as she went back to making silly faces at the child, who dissolved in a fit of laughter. You lovingly looked at Diana when suddenly a funny feeling started to churn in your stomach. A feeling of longing. Seeing Diana with a child made you wistful for a child of your own. With her.

You gazed at her lovingly as she handed back the baby to her mother, thanking her for letting her hold her child.

“So.” You grabbed her hand, making your way down the street. “Babies are pretty incredible aren’t they?”

“We didn’t have a child back in Themyscira. It’s always exciting to come across them,” Diana smiled at you.

“Have you ever thought about having a child of your own? Starting a family?” You asked cautiously.

She looked at you quizzically. “But do you not need a man to procreate? And that’s hardly fair, considering how we are together.”

“No no,” she chuckled. “There are other ways too you know. We could adopt.”

Diana gave you an affectionate smile. “I…have. Thought about starting a family. With you of course.”

You grinned at that, happy that she felt that way too. “But…?”

“I have lived for thousands of years and yet I still feel I am not ready for such a responsibility.” She started to rub circles on your hand with her thumb. “But it is something I want a little way down the road. And I would love to nurture a child with you.”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Its not gonna be easy than any war.”

She sighed, giving you a small smile. “We’ll get through it together.”

~Charlie

Exhibition (AO3)

Prompt: angst, human!AU, early 20s, artist!Cas, tattoos

For @envydean winner of my january botm

“Charlie, did you really have to drag me all the way over here? Why couldn’t you just go by yourself?” Dean huffs, following Charlie into the warehouse.

“Because I did you a favour and went to that wrestling match with you so now you’re going to return it.” Charlie retorts, before heading over to the first piece of art she sees. Dean grumbles but follows along beside her.

He’s never been to an art exhibit before. But then again he’s not the type of person who would willingly go to an art exhibit. Most of the people here seem like a bunch of hippies. They’ve either got blue hair, dreadlocks or tattoos swirling down their arms. Lots of tattoos. Kind of like someone he used to know.

Dean looks back to Charlie to see she’s moved closer through the small crowd to the piece of art. Dean sighs and follows her.


It’s been a full hour. An hour. Thankfully, though, the exhibit will be finished in ten minutes so Dean can leave. Sure, the paintings are good. Very good, but Dean doesn’t understand any of them. Charlie, on the other hand has stood and stared for about five minutes at each of them.

Dean taps Charlie on the shoulder. “C’mon, Charlie. Let’s get outta here.”

Charlie doesn’t even look at him. “No. The exhibit’s not finished yet.”

“It’s gonna finish in like ten minutes though.”

Charlie finally turns and crosses her arms. “Good. You can wait ten minutes then.”

Dean groans. Half of the people who showed up have already left. But of course there still here. “But this is the last painting. I swear we’ve looked at all the others.”

“Yeah and I’ll just be another ten minutes, okay?”

“How could you possibly look at this painting for ten minutes? It’s not even that good.” 

“Is that what you thought of all the paintings I did for you as well?” says a deep voice from behind him.

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Take Care Of Her

Based off of the Anon prompt:  “ Can you write something where Owen realizes that all hell is breaking loose at the park and his gf and their newborn are alone somewhere? Maybe include their reunion? Thanks ^.^”

And in honor of thecvptain who asked for angst: “Owen x reader angst??? Like maybe reader is Owens niece and has been with him on the island since she was 2 cause her parents died??? And she causes an accident with the raptors? Or like reader is his girlfriend and they break up or almost break up?”

A/n: I hope this is what you were looking for as I cried imagining some of the parts in this. *Prepare for some minor angst*


You panic when you wake up to the sound of someone’s voice in the bungalow that you don’t recognize. Unfortunately, it also wakes up your daughter who, being only 6 months old doesn’t sleep very long to begin with. You walk over to Owen’s radio, that he left at home (again) to silence it but you hear panicked and shouting voices coming through. You don’t follow what they’re saying but you hear “Asset out of containment” and “Get out of there!”

You know you’re not the smartest person on this island, but you’ve always taken pride in the fact that you are far from stupid. You don’t know exactly what is going on, but you’ve heard enough to get the idea. A dinosaur has escaped its paddock and, by the sounds of panic, it’s dangerous.

You and Owen had discussed the possibility of this once. You always tried to avoid the conversation, pretending that if you didn’t think about it, it wouldn’t happen. But now, as you hurriedly pack your daughter’s diaper bag and a bag with the essential for you and Owen, you remember his words. “If anything happens, you get off this Island. I don’t care if I’m in danger or if you can’t get in touch with me. You get her and yourself to safety. Do you understand?” At the time, you had cried at the thought, rubbing your still swollen belly and he held just you as you agreed to what he said.

Within 5 minutes, you have thrown your things into the Jeep, strapped Charlie into her car seat, and begin to drive away from your bungalow. As you look in your rearview mirror, the thought crosses your mind that you might never see your home again.

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By the time you’ve made it to the front of the park, you’ve been informed that there aren’t enough boats to evacuate everyone immediately. You groan at this and try to hold back your panic, but the moment you look up and see a Dimorphodon perched on the top of one of the buildings, you take off running, pulling Charlie to your chest, trying to keep your head down.

The sky fills with the flying creatures and they begin to swoop down, grabbing people right out of the streets. You see that people running into buildings for cover is not working, as they fly into the glass windows, breaking them, before continuing their attack.  Finally, people show up with guns, and begin shooting them down. You dodge falling creatures and falling people when you look up and see one flying directly at you. You know you won’t be able to outrun it, but you instinctively turn your back to it and drop into a crouching position, just praying that you can protect Charlie when you hear a gunshot so close to you, your ears ring loudly.

You look up to see Owen running towards you as tears roll down your face. He wraps an arm around you and kisses you hard before leaning down to kiss Charlie, who is now wailing as loudly as possible. He turns around to continue shooting down the creatures as you stand behind him and explain that all the boats filled up immediately and you can’t get off the island.

He nods his head once and tells you, “You have to get to the control room. Lowery is in there, he will take care of you.”

He turns to you and sees you shaking your head, “I can’t leave you. I know what you’re going to do, Owen, you’re going to try to stop it.” You throat feels swollen and you can barely speak. “Please, Owen. Please just come with us,” you beg hopelessly, already knowing that you won’t be able to convince him. He reaches up to wipe away the tears rolling down your face as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you, Y/n.” Then he looks down at Charlie and gives her another kiss, “Take care of her,” he says, and you’re not sure which one of you he’s actually talking to.

He turns and runs towards a pteranodon that is attacking two children nearby and you can’t watch. You begin to make your way to the control room, still dodging attacks and sigh in relief when you make it inside, walking the rest of the way.

When you get to the top floor, you immediately find Lowery and he stands up to give you a tight hug. He tells you everything is going to be okay and he takes the now calming Charlie from your arms telling you to go get a drink. He sits at his controls, rocking his goddaughter and continues to monitor the chaos outside.

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When InGen’s plan fails and they begin evacuating everyone, you stare at Lowery in awe as he refuses to leave. You go to sand by his side and take his hand as you realize how brave he is, not only for staying behind to help his friends, but for the fact that he has to sit here, watching people die, while being hidden away safely in this room. You know that if he could, he would be out there helping, but he knows he’s needed here.

You begin to cry again as you watch the girls that you helped raise and train dying to protect their father, because really, that’s what he is to them. He’s not just a trainer or an alpha. They’re not attacking the Indominous out of respect for him or duty. They’re doing it out of love and this fact has you falling apart. You call Claire crazy when she tells Lowery to open paddock nine, but secretly agree with her decision. Another brave soul willing to sacrifice herself. You suddenly feel small as you hide in this room, but look down at your daughter and remember that you’re protecting her, and that’s the most important thing you can do.

                                                       *****

When it’s all over, your heart breaks as you watch blue run off and Owen finds you in the control room overtaken by sobs, unable to stop crying. He holds Charlie close as he comforts you, and he apologizes for all the things that he didn’t actually have any control over. You ask him if you’re allowed to return to the bungalow to get the things that you left behind and he says that it’s too dangerous.

“I just wish I could see it one last time,” you say between sniffles and he sits up, readjusting the both of you. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and pulls it out, seeming a little shocked that it still works, before searching for an app. You notice that it only has 5% battery, wondering what is so important as to use the rest of his battery on, but then let out a mixture between a laugh and a sob when you realize what he’s doing. He’s going to the baby app that is hooked up to the monitor in Charlie’s room. You take it from his hand as her room pops up on his screen, barely able to make out the shape of her crib and various stuffed animals on her shelf in the dark. You take a deep breath to hand it back to Owen when you see a slight movement in the shadows.

Owen finally breaks into a sob, tears rolling down his cheeks as you watch Blue walk slowly into the baby’s room, sniff around in her bed, and then point her head to the sky, letting out a loud screech. You recognize this as the same sound you heard them make as they watched their sisters die. She turns around once in the room before lying down on the floor, making a low whining sound. You close your eyes when the screen goes black, his phone dying, and press your face into his chest, unable to speak. You reach down to caress your daughter and wrap an arm around a still crying Owen.

You can’t help but think to yourself that as much pain as you are in, and as many friends and family you lost today, you’re sitting here, safe, with your daughter and husband. And for that, you thank your lucky stars.


A/n: I love the Idea of Lowery Cruthers (the control room operator with the “Jurassic Park” shirt on) being best friends with Owen and reader.

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“So you do know Hana’s in love with Kali right?”
Luna sighed. “Yes Clara, I know that.”
“Well you warned Nia months ago. It’s her fault.”
“Si pero, she’s our friend. No matter what, we’re on her side.”
Clara sighed. “Okay Luna, you’re my best friend so if she’s your friend then she’s mine too. But Hana loves that girl a lot from what Charlie tells me.”
“It’ll be fine. Love fades. After awhile she’ll be nothing but a memory.”
“That’s true. As long as they can stay away from each other, and if Nia stops being a fucking prick. Did you know she hardly ever goes to see Hana?”
“Aye que hacemos con esa mujer.”
“What?… I mean I catch most of what you say but, what?” 

“I said, what do we do about Nia. She needs to-”
“Get her head outta her ass.”
Luna chuckled. “I don’t know what goes on in her head most of the time.”
Psh I don’t either! Nia’s a fucking crazy bitch!” 
“Yes, but she’s our crazy person, Clara.” 
Clara rolled her eyes. “Okay fine. Well, we need to push her to go over more. And make sure Kali doesn’t hang with Hana, but that’s a problem since Charlie and all of Hana’s friends want her to be with Kali.” 
“What a fucking mess.” 
Clara looked happily shocked. “Did you just?!”

“Luna you fucking cussed! Oooo! Omg Luna!”
Luna laughed and swam away.

high school!au / prom!au | popular!dean & nerdy!cas

this is only part one !! pt.2 coming soon


I can’t believe you still haven’t found a prom date yet,” Sam said as he pushed the salad on his plate around. “Prom is literally this Friday, Dean.”

“I’m aware, Sammy.” Dean sighed.

Sam started to smirk across the table at Dean, knowing how much Dean liked a certain little nerd. The boys were sat across from each other, alone today, because their other friend, Charlie, had called in sick to school so she could work.

“You could just ask the love of your life, Dean,” Sam ran a hand through his hair. “You know that Castiel would totally go with you. You’re not ugly and you’re sort of smart..well, not really..but still! Besides, even if he thought you were totally gross he’d probably still go with you because no one wants to go alone.”

“Oh, shut up.” Dean rolled his eyes, his cheeks burning. He kicked his brother under the table as Castiel walked by. His eyes followed Castiel across the cafeteria until he finally sat down. He was sitting with his brother and another girl named Hannah.

“What about you? Where’s your hot date, hm? You going to ask Castiel’s brother, Gabe?” Dean smirked back at his little brother before taking a bite of his cheeseburger. The school’s burgers weren’t as good as he had hoped but they were still burgers.

Sam leaned forward, shaking his head. “Actually, I have someone in mind.” He smiled triumphantly, stabbing some chicken with his fork before taking a bite.

“Oh, really? Who?” Dean asked, his eyes still watching Castiel. He saw as Castiel laughed at something Hannah had said and he felt his stomach drop. What if Cas took her to prom? She was fairly pretty and he thought she was funny.

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Thanks, Charlie

Word Count: 1184

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @jessica-bones-winchester ‘s Dating Dean Challenge. My prompts were Wearing only one of his plaid shirts to bed  and Nights cuddled together watching DVD’s. 

This is yet another crapfest of epic proportions which I feel the need to apologize for. I had plans for this when I signed up but I lost ‘em and ran out of time and forgot how to write if I even ever knew how in the first place and this is what came out of it. 

Thanks to @bringmesomepie56 for the beta. 


Reader’s POV

“We should’ve gone with Sam.” I sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. “He could use the backup.”

“No can do, sweetheart. Sam has Garth for backup.” Dean sat down on the couch next to me with his arms full of snacks and drinks. “You heard the doctor. You’re lucky you didn’t break your back in that last hunt. No hunting for you for awhile.” He opened up the snacks and laid everything out on the coffee table he’d set up in the living area for me then leaned back, opening his arms up and motioning for me to lay against him. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, crawling between his legs and wrapping my arms around him, resting against his chest.

“Technically, he never said no hunting.” I reminded Dean who scoffed.

“Semantics, Y/N.” Dean growled. “He said no strenuous activity. If we told him you were a hunter, you’d be in the psych ward. We all would be.”

“Fine.” I sighed in exasperation. “What movies did you pick?”

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“No! You cannot choose Robin Hood as a companion!” Charlie challenged. “He was barely there for an episode, and Clara was still a companion.”

“Yes, I can pick him. I can do whatever the hell I want,” Dorothy replied glibly, and Dean couldn’t help his smirk at the exasperated huff Charlie let out. He didn’t have to look up from his physics book to know that the girlfriends were glaring each other down. Well, Charlie was glaring; Dorothy was probably wearing that overly fond look, the one that said ‘You’re acting like an idiot right now but I’ll let it slide since I’m in love with you.’

Dean flipped another page in his textbook, sighing as he glanced at the page number in the upper corner. He was barely halfway through the assignment, and he’d been sitting here for over an hour. Then again, maybe the bustling student union wasn’t the best place to do homework.

He jolted when Charlie suddenly kicked at his foot. He shot her a glare and a terse “what?” She jerked her head toward the front doors.

“Lover boy at three o'clock.”

Dean’s eyes flickered over toward the doors, his gaze automatically honing in on the dark-haired man who was currently scanning the area like he was looking for someone. His eyes landed on them, and Dean managed a tremulous smile and a little half-wave. Cas blushed and waved back.

Charlie motioned him over and he nodded as he began to pick his way over to their sofas.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dean hissed, and Charlie just smiled sweetly.

“I may or may not have invited him to our study session,” she explained innocently.

“Why?”

“Because I’m sick and tired of watching you two idiots dance around each other. It was one drunken New Year’s Eve kiss, Dean!”

“Yeah, and—”

Charlie cut him off. “A kiss that you both thoroughly enjoyed.”

“You can’t know that,” Dean argued.

“Yes, I can! He was giving you heart eyes for ages before you kissed him, and now it’s been almost a full month and you’re still acting like a complete dumbass. You need to either man up and ask him out or at least start acting like a decent human being. I miss having him along on our adventures, and until you make things right, he won’t come with us.”

Dean would have said more, but then Cas was standing in front of them, smiling hesitantly. “Thanks for inviting me, guys. I’m kinda completely lost on this chapter,” he admitted as he settled down next to Dean and pulled out his book.

“Absolutely!” Charlie assured him, shooting Dean a warning look over his head. Her smile was back in place when Cas straightened back up with his book in hand.

“So how have you been?” She asked, her tone nothing but cheerful.

“Pretty good. Busy,” Cas said as he flipped open to the chapter they were working on in class.

“I bet! I mean, I’ve barely seen you since we’ve been back,” she said.

Cas cast a quick sidelong glance at Dean, his cheeks heating. “I know. I’m sorry about that.”

Dean suddenly got the impression that he was apologizing for more than just his absence, and that hurt more than Dean wanted to admit. He finally managed a peek at the other man, only to find that Cas had already looked away. Dean quickly looked back down at his own book, not wanting to get caught staring himself.

As they began to review over the material, Dean repeatedly found himself getting distracted by the stupidest things, like the way Cas’s fingers curled around his pen, or the way Cas’s teeth pulled at his lower lip when he was lost in thought, or the little furrow that deepened between Cas’s eyebrows. The further they got into the hour, the more Dean found himself wishing that Cas would look at him at least one time. But the other man seemed determined to avoid his gaze.

He’d just about had enough of it. He was about to ask Cas a question, if for no other reason than to catch his eye, when a group of giggling girls wandered up. They were all dressed in identical powder blue polos with some Greek letters stitched into the fabric. Even if they hadn’t had the matching polos, Dean would’ve recognized them as frat girls from their matching lip-gloss smiles.

“Hey, Cas,” the one in the middle murmured. Cas glanced up from his book, a kind smile plastered on his face.

“Hello, Hael.”

She smiled flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes. “Are you going to be there tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Cas promised.

“Good,” she praised, one perfectly manicured nail coming to tap under his chin.

Dean almost looked away, but when Cas pulled away from the touch, he felt a swell of triumph fill his chest, triumph mixed with relief.

“Come find me,” Hael commanded before she spun and strode away, the other girls in tow.

“Who was that?” Charlie asked, her eyes following the group.

Cas sighed wearily and shook his head. “One of Anna’s sorority sisters.”

“She’s pretty,” Dorothy offered inanely.

“You should ask her out!” Charlie suggested. Dean glared at them from behind Cas. What the hell were they doing?

Cas blushed and glanced down at his book. “Sure, maybe,” he muttered. Dean felt panic flood his chest. Cas wouldn’t actually ask her out, right? He didn’t like her like that; he liked Dean, and Dean liked him. Cas couldn’t ask her out, not without Dean telling him at least once.

Cas looked relieved when his phone dinged, giving him an excuse to look away. He pulled it out of his pocket long enough to glance at the screen, a tiny frown tugging the corners of his mouth down. “Guys, I gotta run.”

“Aw, why?” Charlie moaned. “We were having so much fun!”

“Sorry,” he muttered, shrugging. “Anna needs me to go pick up some beer for her party.”

“Party?” Dorothy’s gaze lifted from her book. “Where?”

“Kappa,” Cas replied as he stood and gathered his things. “You should stop by.”

“Maybe. Won’t you be busy with Hael?” Charlie teased. Cas just rolled his eyes as he turned away.

Dean almost let him leave like that, almost let him walk back out. But at the last moment, he called out, “See you tonight, Cas.”

Cas hesitated for the briefest of moments, his back tensing under Dean’s stare before he called back, “See you tonight, Dean.”

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Dean wove through the crowd of party-goers, his eyes roving, searching for that head of dark, unruly hair he’d imagined running his fingers through so many times. He caught sight of Charlie and Dorothy dancing out on the floor, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help his fond smile; their fights never lasted long.

He turned away to resume his search when someone suddenly rammed into him. He glanced down to find Anna stumbling against his chest, giggling drunkenly.

“Dean! You came!” She squealed, throwing her arms around him. She pulled away enough to beam up at him. “Oh my god, Cas is going to be so excited!”

“He is?” He uttered, arching an eyebrow.

She let out another high-pitched giggle. “Oh my god! You’re so funny. Like you didn’t know,” she whacked him on the arm. “He’s in the kitchen.”

“Oh, uh…thanks,” Dean murmured, disentangling himself from her hold. “Is that…”

“Straight through there,” she pointed him through an open doorway.

Dean stumbled away, smiling apologetically at those he bumped up against. When he stepped into the kitchen, he immediately felt the rise in temperature. He glanced around, trying to find Cas, when he spotted him in the corner.

Cas was backed up into the corner, his eyes wide as the dark-haired girl from earlier that afternoon tried to carry on a conversation with him. She kept bending forward into his space, and every time Cas moved a little further back, despite already being practically flush against the wall. His eyes flickered up then, and for the briefest of moments, their gazes locked.

Dean felt his heart stutter to a stop, and he offered a hesitant smile. Cas’s eyes pleaded for escape, and who was Dean to deny? He strode forward, stepping around Hael to slide right up against Cas’s side.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he murmured, bending to press a quick peck to Cas’s cheek.

“Hey,” Cas whispered back, smiling tremulously up at him. Dean reached over to take his hand, slowly tangling their fingers together.

“Sorry I’m late; traffic was a bitch,” he explained. He looked at Hael then, his smile tight and uninviting. “And who is this?”

“Dean, this is Hael. She’s one of Anna’s frat sisters,” Cas explained, like they hadn’t just talked about it earlier.

Hael still remembered it, though. Her eyes narrowed. “Weren’t you with him at the Student Union earlier?”

“Yes, I was,” Dean confirmed.

Hael’s eyes shifted between them then back down to their joined hands where Dean’s thumb rubbed over the back of Cas’s hand.

“You weren’t acting…couply then,” she accused.

Dean shrugged. “We were saving it all up for later… Which is right about now. If you’ll excuse us,” he pulled Cas away from the wall.

“Thank you,” Cas leaned up to whisper as Dean tugged him back toward the living room.

Dean grinned down at him. “My pleasure.”

As they stepped into the living room, Dean’s eyes scanned for a seat. He only found one available seat, a plush leather armchair. He smirked and tugged Cas toward it, settling into the deep cushion before pulling Cas down to sit across his lap.

“Dean…” Cas protested even as his body settled against Dean’s chest.

Dean shook his head. “We gotta sell it, right?”

Cas smiled softly. “I suppose.” His eyes dipped to Dean’s mouth. “So you said that we were saving it up for later…” He reminded.

Dean chuckled. “That I did, and if I recall right, I also said it was right about now.”

“Well then, we better get going,” Cas murmured as he leaned into Dean, smiling eagerly.

Dean’s hand came up to cup his cheek, his thumb stroking along the smooth skin there. His eyes dropped to Cas’s plush mouth as he ducked in. He paused for the briefest of moments, their mouths just a hair’s breadth away, savoring the anticipation. It had been so long since New Year’s, so very long since he’d had Cas’s mouth on his, and he wanted to savor it.

But then Cas was pushing their mouths together, and he realized that the anticipation wasn’t nearly as sweet as having Cas’s mouth on his again. Cas’s hands slid up into his hair, tugging him even closer as their lips brushed together, opening up to each other for hungry exploration.

Dean and Cas were so lost in their kisses, neither noticed the small group standing in the corner. Anna slipped an arm around Hael’s neck, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “You were brilliant!”

Hael smirked as both Charlie and Dorothy fist bumped her in turn. She knew that switching her major to performance studies had been the right choice.

You're it for me

Pairing: Charlie x reader

Characters: Charlie, Sam, Dean, reader

Word count: 2074

Warnings: jealousy, fluff

Summary: It’s hard having feelings for someone when you’re sure they don’t like you back, but it’s even harder to watch them love someone else.

Charlie Bradbury, how do you even begin to explain your love for Charlie Bradbury. After meeting the red head through the Winchesters, you instantly fell in love with her. You loved her quirky personality, her geekiness, how cute she was when she got excited, how beautiful her eyes were. You loved the way her hair flowed in the wind, how soft it always looked. The way she would look out for you on a hunt even though she knew you were a much better hunter than her. You loved how she looked when she woke up and she would come down to the bunker library with her pjs on. How she would kiss your forehead when she walked into the kitchen where Sam would cook you all breakfast.

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The girl in the nice dress.

So @luvspnandphan requested some Charlie x Reader fluff and I´m all for that so here you go with a cute, fluffy story.

Request:  I’d like to request some Charlie fluff. Maybe her and the reader are best friends and the Winchesters are always trying to get them together, and one day it finally works. Tbh this I think this is one of the best ideas for a one shot that I’ve ever came up with!

(I hope I didn´t disappoint you :)

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Length: 1018 Words

Warnings: lots of fluff

Originally posted by ameliacampbell

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“So, see you tomorrow?”, you asked your best friend Charlie as you looked at her while the two of you were standing in front of the bunker door.
She nodded: “Wouldn´t want to spent a day away from you, my darling”, she joked and then went in to hug you.
You loved those little goodbye hugs, they were the highlight of every day and it felt like you were holding on to her a little bit longer every day.
The redhead didn´t seem to mind though, she just squeezed you one last time and then waved at you while she closed the door behind herself.
You smiled to yourself and turned around to walk down the stairs, thinking about the smell of her hair, when you literally crashed into Dean´s chest.
“Woah, Dean. Would you mind not scaring me to death by sneaking up on me?”, you said and held a hand to your racing heart.
Now rather because of the shock than because of your silly feelings.
Dean smirked: “I was just standing here, watching you and Charlie say goodbye.”
You blushed a little but raised an eyebrow: “Creepy much?”, you asked and walked past him, trying to get away as fast as possible.
But of course he wasn´t going to let it go and so you could hear him follow you: “(Y/N), wait!”
You thought about just ignoring him, but that would´ve been rude and unfortunately you were a rather nice girl, so you stopped walking and faced him again: “What is it Dean?”
He smiled: “I just wanted to tell you that if you want to, you know, tell me something, I´m always here.”
You rolled your eyes: “Dean, please. What is this all about?”
Of course you knew what this was about and you also knew that Dean and Sam would most certainly support you in every decision that you made.
It was just that you weren´t ready to make that decision just yet.
He probably sensed that pushing you wouldn´t be wise, so he just shrugged: “Nothing. Just wanted to let you know.”
You sighed: “Well, thank you. I´m going to go to bed now.”



“Is it just me or are the boys acting weird?”, you heard Charlie ask as she entered your bedroom the next afternoon.
She didn´t even bother to knock and you loved it because it was a sign of how close the two of you were.
You looked up from the book you had been reading and shrugged: “Aren´t they always acting kinda weird?”
The other girl chuckled: “Yeah, but like that? That has to be some kind of record or something.”
You sat up: “What did they do?”
She shrugged and sat down on the carpet: “First Dean meets me at the door and goes on and on about a new dress you bought and how good it looked on you and that I had to see it, and then Sam asks me about my ideal woman in the hallway and doesn´t stop bugging me until I just tell him that he´s insane and walk off.”
Your eyes widened and you felt heat rushing to your face: “I can´t believe they did that, I´m really sorry.”
Charlie laughed: “Don´t worry, it was kind of funny, and the dress actually sounds really nice. Do you wanna show me?”
You smiled: “You really want to see that?”
She smiled back: “Sure.”
You told her to wait a second and quickly grabbed your new dress from the closet before heading towards your bathroom and getting dressed in the black and white dress that you had originally bought for your role as and FBI Agent, but now genially liked.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought that you looked nice, pretty even.
A big grin on your face, you got back out into the bedroom: “Here we go, you can laugh if you want.”
But Charlie didn´t laugh, she just stood up and walked over to you: “Wow, you look stunning.”
You blushed again: “Thanks.”
“You know what would look even better?”, she asked and then grabbed her pursed and rummaged around in it before taking out a silver hair pin you had seen her wearing a couple of times.
You stood completely still as she got behind you and placed the pin in your (Y/H/C) hair before laying her hands on your hips and turning you around to face the mirror: “There you go.”
It really looked even better and you turned around to face her: “That looks awesome Charlie.”
“You can keep it”, she said and smiled.
“No way, you love that pin”, you disagreed but she shook her head: “Well, I love you more.”
You couldn´t believe what you were hearing and you stared at her in shock.
This was what you had wanted to say to her so badly and what you had wanted to hear even more.
“I love you too”, you whispered and then leaned forward to finally kiss her.
And just when your lips were about to touch, the door burst open and the boys stumbled in.
Both Charlie and you, jumped and stared at the guys who were making innocent faces.
“We were just…checking on you”, Sam stated and you rolled your eyes.
“So… Did you finally kiss?”, Dean asked and you felt pretty embarrassed.
But just for a second because Charlie laughed and said: “Not yet, but I can´t wait any longer.”
And then she grabbed your face to place an amazing, mind-blowing kiss on your lips.
You put your hands on her hips and leaned into her, forgetting about the boys, forgetting about everything else, just enjoying being with the girl you loved.
When you finished you two looked into each other´s eyes, smiling absently, not aware of your surroundings at all, until Sam spoke up: “Wow, that was…”
“…Hot”, Dean finished.
That was what broke the spell: “You guys are insane”, you said and turned to face them but Charlie took your hand and squeezed it: “I think they just tried to help us. In a weird way, but still.”
You sighed but then grinned: “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Group hug!”, Charlie announced and when the two of you attacked the guys together, you knew that everything was finally going to be the way it was supposed to be all along.


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“Shit!” You half-nakedly screamed out as you watched your one nighted sleaze bag take off in your truck.
“You have no idea who you’ve just fucked with!” You screamed, pun not intended, knowing he wouldn’t hear, but just letting it known that he was screwed either way.

Pacing around your cheap motel room, phone at hand, you eagerly waited until you knew TM would be open, and Chucky would pick up the phone.

“Teller-Morrow how may I help you.” He sang.

“Chucky hey it’s me.”

“Ah, bonjour madam-”

“Okay, okay, look Chuck I need your help with something.”

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Apologies || Peter Parker x Reader

A\N: This is the Civil War (Tom Holland) Spidey because let’s be honest, he is the perfect Spider-Man. And also because I love his portrayal.

Prompt No.16: “I love you but if you say that one more time I will kick your ass.”

Request: “Number 16 with Peter Parker please!”

You were back home from the cinema sitting on the couch picking on the movie stub. You were supposed to meet up with Peter at the cinema for your movie date but he called and said that he couldn’t make it since there were some bad guys who needed their ass kicked. You were pretty bummed because you were very excited to see this movie but you understood that the city needed Spider-Man. You could have gone to see the movie all by yourself but after the call you just didn’t feel like it. So here you were, sitting on the couch looking at the ticket of the movie you were supposed to go to.

After a while you heard someone knocking hurriedly on the door. You stuffed the movie ticket in your pocket and made your way over to the door. You threw open the door and saw Peter standing with his hair sticking up, shirt half tucked out and with a worried expression on his face. You opened your mouth but before you could even get a word out, Peter took a deep breath and went on a roll.

“Oh my god [Y\N], I am sooo sorry! I definitely didn’t mean to ditch you tonight. I swear I was going to show up. Me not showing up doesn’t mean anything. It was totally unplanned. I left the apartment on time. But then I heard on that these thugs had robbed a bank and I had to stop them-”

“Peter,” you said cutting him off, “I totally understand. The city needed you and you had to go. It’s alright, really.”

“No no. It is not alright. It was unacceptable and very very rude.”

You gave him a gentle smile and grabbed him lightly by his collar and pulled him inside the apartment, shutting the door behind you. Peter was now fiddling with his hands and looking at you with his huge, soft brown eyes.

You stepped closer to him and started to pat down his hair. “Peter you are a hundred percent forgiven.” After taming his hair, you buried your face in his chest.

“I still am very very sorry,” he said while wrapping his arms around you, “is there anything I can do to make up for tonight?”

“Well,” you said pulling away from him, “the couch is empty. My parents are out of town. Stay here a little while?”

Peter brushed a strand of hair away from your face and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I can stay for a while, sure. And I’m very sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, it’s not your fault. And Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Tuck your shirt in.”

Peter’s cheeks reddened and he turned around to tuck his shirt in before joining you on the couch. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled up into him and pulled your feet up. You closed your eyes enjoying this peace and quiet.

“I’m still sorry [Y\N].”

You huffed out a great sigh. “Peter, I love you but if you say that one more time I will kick your ass.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “You? Kick my ass? Kick Spider-Man’s ass? Yeah I don’t see that happening.”

“Hey I may not know how to fight but I have my methods,” you said as you started wiggling your fingers.

Peter’s eyes widened as he realized what you were about to do but he was too late. You attacked his stomach and started to tickle him, filling the apartment with laughter.

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You’re All I Need: Part 9

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Dean is a single dad, and his daughter, Charlie, wants to join the soccer team; he meets Y/N who’s daughter, Hael, and Charlie, become the best of friends; Oops

Tags: AU: Domesticity, Domestic!Dean, Dad!Dean, 

Words: 1473

Note: Please give me some feedback!!

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anonymous asked:

I'be had the roughest 24 hours ever. I'm getting kicked out of my parents house because my lifestyle (LGBT) doesn't line up with their beliefs. Can I pretty please have the most sappiest, lovey dovey, Sterek story where Stiles just showers Derek in absolute, 100%, most feely, craziest love he's ever be given since his mother died in the fire? Or maybe even a link to a fic like that? Anything would do really

*snuggles you* I am here if you need to talk, okay? I’m not entirely sure if this is what you had in mind, but it is sappy and lovey dovey and all about Derek getting nice things, so I hope it makes you smile, even if just for a few minutes. 

“Happy Derek Day!” Stiles yells.

Derek opens one eye, and then the other, sighing. Why can Stiles never just stay in bed and spoon him like a normal person? Why does there always have to be things? “Happy – what?”

“Derek Day!” Stiles says again, grinning, waving a giant box in front him like the five year old he is. Twenty three, Derek’s ass.

Blinking again, Derek stares at the box, noticing it for the first time. It’s big, for one; wrapped in soft pink tissue paper with little kittens chasing blue balls of yarn on it. It’s…cute. Derek isn’t sure whether to be wary or excited about it.

“I don’t know what that means,” he eventually says, trying and failing to look away from the box.

He kind of wants to touch it, but he’s afraid what might happen if he does. The last time he opened a pink box, Laura jumped out of it wearing a vampire mask, scaring the hell out of him. He was six. It took several cupcakes and cuddles from his mom just to calm him down. Derek knows he isn’t six anymore, but that shit stays with you and he’s pretty sure there aren’t any cupcakes on standby if something bad does happen.

“It means, dumbass,” Stiles says, jumping onto the bed, “this day is all about you!”

Derek frowns, sitting up a little. “Why?”

Stiles splutters, looking offended. “Why? Do I need a reason to shower my boyfriend with love and adoring affection?”

Derek squints. He may not pride himself in his ability to read people. Gods know no one should pride Derek on that, he thinks sadly, but he knows Stiles. He knows. “Just tell me what you did wrong, Stiles.”

Stiles narrows his eyes but the outrage on his face falters a second later, a flicker of guilt replacing it. Derek wants to smirk, feeling smug, but –

“Ugh, fine. I may have accidentally washed my red hoodie with your white workout vests, okay? But in my defence, pink looks great on you.”

Pink looks-

“How is that a defence?”

Stiles sighs, long and suffering and dramatic. “It just is, Derek. Look, I’d give you a blow job to say sorry. After all, my morning blow jobs are the best blow jobs. You can’t argue. Your words, not mine, but I think you’re going to like this even better.” He waves the box again, like it’s an optical illusion and Stiles is the world’s most excitable magician.

As Derek said, five.

“Should I be worried?” Derek asks, sitting up fully, taking the box from him.

“Derek-” Stiles starts, only to lean in and kiss him softly on the mouth instead of finishing.

It catches Derek off guard and he blushes, looking down, only to have his chin tilted back up by two, gentle fingers.

“It’s nothing bad. I wouldn’t do that to you,” Stiles whispers, kissing him again. “I promise, Der.”

“I know. Sorry, I-”

“Don’t be. I get it. This – you and me – we’re a learning curve.”

Derek swallows. “I guess.”

“Yeah, well, I know.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “Let that be enough.”

It’s a question – nervous – not the statement Derek knows Stiles wants it to be and Derek nods, because it is enough. Stiles is enough and perfect at the same time, and it scares him as much as it comforts him most days.

Learning curve. Right.

Rolling his eyes in return, although mostly for show, Derek carefully begins to open the box.

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High School Reunion AU. wordcount: 3500~
Former Nerd!Dean, Artist!Castiel, confessions

A03

Dean stares up at the bare brick facade of the building in front of him. After walking away from this place over 15 years ago, he never thought he’d come back. Of course, that’s what most people tell themselves about their high schools.

It seems smaller now than it did when he was 17, but Dean assumes that’s just his perspective. Music and voices pulse from inside and Dean can feel the strange looks he’s getting from the other former students as they pass him on their way in.

“Here goes nothing,” he mutters to himself as he heads for the door. The first thing that hits him is the smell of the place, all at once overwhelmingly familiar and cloying: old wood, floor polish, the metal of the lockers, and the lingering odor of sweat from the student bodies normally lining the halls. Dean hates it but can’t help himself from taking another deep breath, the scent and memories washing over him as he does. He passes by the glass trophy case at

the entrance, glancing over the tarnished statues and plaques inside. None of them his, of course. Dean wasn’t on the football team or basketball team. The only time he’d spent at their school’s sports field was waiting for Sammy as he finished up soccer practice. Dean felt more at home tucked away in the metal shop or the tech room, tinkering on some project or playing Magic the Gathering with Harry and Ed.

As a bespectacled, awkward, and somewhat pudgy teenager, Dean had been the farthest thing from a jock anyone could imagine. He catches sight of his reflection in the glass of the case; can’t say that anymore, he supposes. The glasses are gone, thanks to Lasik surgery a few years back. The baby fat has long melted away, leaving only high cut cheekbones and physique his personal trainer could be proud of.

The only physical feature remaining of his adolescence is perhaps his stupidly bowed legs.

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She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that her dad would date someone so young in the first place. And now this? 

This was so much more serious.

“Bells I know she won’t replace your mom but-”

“Yeah dad I know she won’t, she’s closer to my age!” She cut him off with a disappointed shake of the head. “Dad, are you sure about this? It’s only been a year.” 

Charlie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The frown on his face and bags under his eyes clearly showed that this conversation stressed him out. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit that he still had after all these years. “I care about her Bells.” Was all he could come up with. Even when in love, Charlie Swan was a man of few words. 

Bella stared at her father, her arms crossed. She was still struggling to accept the fact that they were dating, but now her father wanted to marry the checkout girl. She was disturbed by the age difference, but then she realized that the age gap between her and Edward was a lot larger. Who was she to judge him?

She had also never seen Charlie smile as often as he did in this past year. The Swans weren’t known for being the most cheerful people around, but the checkout girl brought out a new side of her father that Bella (or anyone for that matter) had never seen. 

If they got married then Charlie wouldn’t be alone after Bella transitioned into a vampire. He would be happy with his new wife and finally get over the broken heart Renee had left behind. The woman would cook for him (because God knows he needs someone to look after him.) Now that she thought about it, the only problem she had was the age gap. But even a 13 year age difference was nothing compared to her 90 year difference with Edward. With that thought in mind she made her decision.

“Then I wish you the best dad. You have my full support.”

The smile she received confirmed her hopes. Her new stepmother would be the one to make her father happier than he had ever been.

The Other Winchester ~ Part 2 ~ A Visit From The King Of Hell

Originally posted by shadow--hunters

Warnings: Drinking and language

Pairings: Winchesters X Reader; slight Charlie X reader

Word Count: 1500

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April 2014

I sigh as I slam my head down against the table earning me a raised eyebrow from my friend Charlie. It had been four years since that day and a lot had happened. Dean going to and coming back from Purgatory and was now carrying the mark of Cain, which made him borderline homicidal. Sam, almost having died from the trials to close the gates of Hell permanently and being possessed by an angel to keep him alive, was now searching for a way to reopen the gates of Heaven so the angels could go home. Castiel was now running on borrowed grace and hunting down Metatron the scribe of god. They had been right all those years ago, our family was a dysfunctional one.

I pick my head up and once again slam it against the table making Charlie say, “You know if you do that enough you’ll break the table.”

“I don’t care, I’m bored.”

“We could go out?”

“You know I can’t, Dean would kill me.”

“I know,”

“Charlie,” I say as I walk over and sitting on the table next to her. “I haven’t been out in years, of course I went hunting with my brothers; but I wasn’t allowed to leave the motel. Now we have a bunker and they still won’t let me out. So tell me what’s been happening?”

“Well other than the avengers saving Manhattan, which by the way did you see Black widow? I would love to roll around with her.” She says making me chuckle. “I can’t believe you two know each other.”

“Yeah well when you have a shared past you tend to know some people. Although I wouldn’t mind knowing Thor on a personal level.” I say as I bite my lip making her laugh. “He’s just ah!”

“Have you talked to her lately?” Charlie asks and I nod.

“I talked to her right after the alien incident; she’s the only one other than Fury that I trust to know I’m alive. Although she was pretty shocked to know that I was. I gave her and Fury all the info I had on HYDRA before I became a ghost again.”

“I still can’t believe what they had you do.”

“Yeah well shit happens.”

“Come on,” She says instantly getting to her feet making me raise an eyebrow at her. “We’re going out, screw the boys you deserve it.”

“You’re serious?”

“Hell yeah I’m serious, we’re both bored and coming up on loose ends so let’s head out and get a couple beers.”

“Dude I love you, I could kiss you; but that would just make things awkward.”

“Just a bit,” She says as she chuckles. “So where sounds good?”

“No idea, but anywhere that sells beer is perfect.”

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A few minutes later we are sitting at a bar with beer in our hands and talking about random stuff. It was so nice to be out and able to relax.

“Okay, so have you met Tony Stark yet?” Charlie asks as sets her beer down in front of her.

“Unfortunately no, but maybe one day I will.”

“What about Captain America?”

“Oh god I wish I could meet him, he seems like such a gentleman and his arms? God I’d love to run my fingers over them.”

“You’re hormones are raging aren’t they?”

“Just a bit, it has been years since I actually had sex. Well you know.” I say as I down the rest of my beer. She nods not asking anymore. She knew all about the man I was in love with that had shot me; she even knew more about it than Sam and Dean did. I trusted her with all my secrets and I didn’t know why.

“So have you thought about moving on?” She asks making me sigh.

“I have, but when you’ve had that one real love; even if it was part of a mission, it stays with you.”

“You really liked him didn’t you?”

“I did, but I told him what would end up happening.”

“What do you think he’s doing now?” Charlie asks taking me by surprise.

“Probably still killing people, he is a master assassin.”

“What do you think he’d do if he found out you were still alive?”

“Him, nothing. Now they people he works for would send him to finish the job.” I say as I glance around the room.

“That sucks,”

“Tell me about it.”

“So karaoke?” Charlie says and I smirk.

“You’re just having me break all the rules tonight huh?”

“Of course, it’s a girl’s night.”

“Sure let’s do karaoke,” I say as I hold my hand up for the bartender to bring us two more beers. After he does Charlie leads me over to the Karaoke stage and chuckles as she says, “So what should we sing?”

“I have no clue; I’m just following after you.” I say as I take a swig of my beer.

“Uptown Funk?” She says making me almost spit my beer out. “No. huh I don’t know,”

“Whatever you pick will work; I’ll just try to keep up.” I say as I down the rest of my beer and set it on a nearby table.

“Hello (Name),” I hear a voice say making me instantly sober. I turn toward the voice to see Crowley standing a few feet away a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“What do you want Crowley?” I say as i let out an irritated sigh.

“I wonder if Dean knows you’re out an about,”

“Are you gonna tell on me?” I ask sarcastically as I raise an eyebrow at him.

“No, I just thought you two might want some company; and I have some information you might like about your former boss.” He says as he swishes the liquid around in the glass.

“I’m listening,” I say as I raise an eyebrow intrigued. He motions me to follow him and I glance at Charlie who nods and follows closely behind me. upon reaching a seat he motions for us to sit down before he says, “It seems that one of my former employee’s has went and told Pierce some important information pertaining to your whereabouts.”

“What the fuck Crowley?!” I say a little louder than I meant to.

“He’s a little peeved since I’ve been spending all my time with you lot. Thinks he should be the new king of hell. Stupid twat.” Crowley says as he takes a sip of his drink.

“So what does Pierce know?” I ask my heart starting to race in my chest.

“Only a few minor details; one of which being that you are still alive, and the second that you are a Winchester.”

“Well that’s just real fucking peachy isn’t it?” I say as I let out an annoyed groan. If Pierce knew I was still alive there was no doubt he’d send ‘Him’ to finish the job. My throat closes at the thought. “Does he know exactly where I am?”

“Nope, thankfully I am the only demon with that knowledge. Although, if you must know they are planning on offing SHIELD director Fury.”

“What? Why?”

“Do the words Project Insight mean anything to you?” I raise an eyebrow in confusion making him roll his eyes. “Hydra is going to use the Helicarriers to kill everyone who might be a threat to them.”

“Holy shit,” I say as my eyes widen. Suddenly my heart clenches as I say, “Then I have to go to DC.”

“What? No, are you crazy Dean would kill you!” Charlie says but I just shake my head.

“Charlie, I’m the only one Nat can trust to tell her everything; and besides I need to make sure HYDRA pays for everything they did to my family.”

“Dean’s gonna freak when he finds out you’re gone.” Charlie says making me sigh.

“Then we just won’t tell him. Crowley can you keep Dean occupied until I get back?” I ask causing the demon to nod.

“And if you don’t come back?” Charlie asks with worry in her voice.

“Oh come on, I’m a Winchester we never really die; we evolve.” I say as I force a laugh. I knew what was awaiting me in DC and to be honest I was terrified but I had to go. Sighing I turn to Charlie and say, “I need to get back, are you ready to go?”

“Although I don’t condone lying to Dean, I guess this is something you need to do.” She says making me smirk.

“Don’t worry Charlie, I’ll call you every day and will even have you help me out with hacking and stuff. Whataya say?”

“Yeah whatever,” She says clearly not convinced about my lies. We quickly stand and make out way back to the Bunker where after I pack some clothes, guns, and knifes I head down to the Garage. I walk over to the nearest bike and hear Charlie groan as she says, “You’re really going?”

“Yeah,”

“But on that? Why don’t you take one of the cars?”

“Because all those cars were built in the 50’s a little suspicious if I pull up in one don’t you think?”

“But,”

“Besides think about it, if I take one of them Dean will surely notice. He loves those cars. A motorcycle is the way to go and it’ll get me there faster. The faster I get there and warn them the faster I get back.”

Charlie lets out a heavy sigh and I offer her a soft smile as I say, “It’s okay, I promise I’ll be back and if Dean does happen to find out just tell him I force you to lie to him.”

“Like he’d believe that,”

“Meh, we’ll cross that bridge when the time comes.”

“Be safe,” She says as she hands me my helmet.

“No problem, I am a master assassin after all.” I say as I quickly put the helmet on and starting the old Motorcycle speed off toward the garage door and from there I head toward DC. It was a 20 hour drive so if I sped and made very few stops I’d be there by tomorrow night. I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy at the thought of possibly seeing 'Him’ again but I knew what I had to do to protect not only my friends but also my family; cause no doubt they were on that list of possible threats. At the thought of loosing Dean at Sam I pull the throttle back making the bike surge out from me. To hell with traffic lights.

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