YOU GUYS- IK that we all think that Matt is blind or whatever bc he originally has glasses in Pidge’s flashback
And how in the leaked badass Shatt pic, he has no glasses
BUT- after REWATCHING the FIRST EPISODE when Matt, Sam and Shiro are all on Kerberos
MATT IS NOT WEARING HIS GLASSES
Therefore it’s probable that Matt is actually wearing contacts or can see fine- because no multimillion dollar space exploration organization is gonna allow one of their top graduates to go on an actual mission and NOT be able to see shit.
Note: If this is too short, I apologize! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! Thank you for the request, sweets! .c
Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)
Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.
Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.
You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.
Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.
You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.
“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.
“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.
Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.
“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.
“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in.
You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.
But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.
Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.
The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.
You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.
Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.
“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”
You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.
“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.
“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.
Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.
“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.
“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms.
Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.
You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?
You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.
“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.
Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.
His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.
You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.
You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.
Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.
A witch’s curse hexes the three Winchester men and reader, leading to a night of desire that would change things forever.
Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Threesome (NO Wincest), Fingering, Language, Dom!John, discussion of being high, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, spanking, mention of a panic attack, Feels, A lil fluff, lack of protection, canon divergence. To be clear- the characters have all consented to all sexual acts in this story.
This fic had a mind of its own but I love it. I hope you do too :)
The Impala rolled into a parking space on the street and Sam killed the engine. I straightened the sleeves of my navy fed suit, and looked over at him.
“You really think she’s going to know anything?” Sam pestered, looking through the window.
“Witnesses said two of the victims had been here to see her for readings.” I responded, climbing out of the car. I patted my jacket pocket to make sure I still had my fake FBI badge. “She does readings on love and relationships.”
Sam rolled his eyes as we walked up the sidewalk to the old house.
“What if she’s really psychic then? She’ll know we’re hunters.” Sam suggested sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder to the street.
“Then we’ll improvise. It’ll be fine, Sam.” I responded, looking around the front porch. A bright Psychic Reader sign lit up the front window.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t a problem I can make disappear, and you know that… But I may be able to shift it.
It’s better this way. I’ll be fine.
This may hurt. And if I can’t tell you again… I’m sorry I ever did this to you.”
While Balfe joked that she didn’t notice the time apart from Heughan at all, her costar admits he felt a whole different energy on set when she wasn’t present. “We’ve worked together now for so long, so long, that there is something missing,” says the Scottish actor. “We share the same makeup truck and there’s just an energy on set and it’s very different when your costar isn’t there.
Imagine Dean shooting you when he loses his memory.
A/N: This is set during the episode “Regarding Dean” when he loses his memory.
Word Count: 479
Dean x Sister!Reader Sam x Sister!Reader
The witch stood there as you came bolting down the stairs; Sam was somewhere behind you but you were more concerned with making sure the witch didn’t disappear before you could fix Dean. Looking down the stairs you made eye contact with Dean, who was quick to raise his gun to you instead of the witch the gun was originally pointed at.
You threw your hands up in the air and shouted, “No!” Right before a gunshot went off. Your eyes closed at the sound but quickly ripped them open when you felt the immense pain spreading through your abdomen.
Rowena stood there in shock as you stumbled back a step, falling to the stairs. Dean continued to look around confused when Sam came to the banister. His eyes widened at the sight of you on the stairs before looking at Dean and raising his hands. “B-brother.” He said, tapping his chest. Next he pointed to where you were, “Sister.” Lastly he pointed at the blonde woman, “Witch.”
Dean quickly pointed the gun the witch and shot her. He give a grin after killing her and looked to Sam for approval but Sam was already at your side panicking.
“Crap.” Sam muttered as he put his large hands over yours as blood continued to pour from your body.
“Not good Sammy.” You grunted out as he pushed on your hands to apply more pressure.
“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. Remember I got shot last year by the werewolf? I’m still here right. You’re gonna be fine.” Sam said, trying to convince you and himself that he was telling the truth.
“I’m sorry.” Dean cut in as he approached the stairs, “You’re my sister and I shot you.”
“It’s okay Dean, you don’t remember us.” You tried to sound kind but it came out in grunts.
“Rowena,” Sam called out for the red headed witch, “Can you take Dean upstairs and fix him, please?”
Rowena nodded her head before walking up the stairs, passing you with care, “Come on Dean, let’s get your memories back.”
You watched as Dean followed Rowena upstairs and disappeared before returning your attention to Sam. “Sammy,” You mumbled as you looked down to see a scary amount of your blood pooling around you, “I think this might be worse then Idaho last year.”
“You’re gonna be fine.” Sam replied while trying to formulate a plan.
“Just-make sure Dean doesn’t find out, okay? Say the witch shot me or something, otherwise the guilt will kill him.” You told your older brother.
Sam absentmindedly nodded his head before he looked up and caught your eyes, “Y/N, do me a favor?”
“Kinda bad timing, but yeah?” You responded.
Sam maneuvered and lifted you so that he was carrying you bridal style in his arms which resulted in you letting out a painful shout.
Sam has been growing up with that
since he’s able to remember and though his mighty weapon, the
powerful puppy dog look, proved to be successful occasionally, Dean’s
an insistent pighead more often than not. It’s a beloved Winchester
trait he liked to nurse for a very long time.
But, thankfully, somewhere along the
way Castiel showed up and turned Dean into a compliant puddle of goo
Because his dear big brother is
obviously incapable of saying no to those big, blue angel eyes.
A very helpful turn of events,
that’s for sure.
So when Sam finds himself in need of
an agreeable Dean, he just goes straight to Castiel.
“Cas, I need your help,” he says
one day. “I have a favor to ask of Dean and, well …”
“I see.” Castiel grabs a cup of
coffee and studies Sam intently. “How can I be of assistance?”
Sam smiles relieved. Castiel’s easy
acceptance is always something to cherish. “Well, it’s kinda big,
I’ve gotta confess –”
Castiel nods like he totally
understands. “You want a dog.”
Sam blinks a few times, staring at
the angel. “Uh …”
Actually he just wanted to borrow
the Impala for about a week (or maybe a bit longer) to visit some
libraries high up north, but this … this is way too
important to simply wave it off. “Why … why would you think
Castiel tilts his head. “Because
of the way you always look at dog owners playing with their pets in
the park. It’s the same face Dean makes when he’s seeing a pie he
Sam ducks his head. He’s apparently
been way to obvious if even an angel still learning human mannerisms
is able to call him out.
“Well, yeah …” he mumbles.
Castiel straightens his back. “I
will talk to Dean.”
Sam casts him an incredulous look.
“You … you seriously think you could get me a dog?”
“Of course,” Castiel states
simply, sipping his coffee and looking freaking confident.
Sam snorts at that. “Sorry, man,”
he counters. “But even you can’t bring Dean to get us a
Castiel raises an eyebrow, the “Is
that a challenge?” clear as day.
“Okay, fine,” Sam concedes,
chuckling. “Show me what you got! Perform a fucking miracle!”
Castiel takes a last gulp and then
marches out of the room like a man on a mission, calling Dean’s name.
And just five minutes later Dean
drops onto the chair across from Sam, looking a bit rumpled and
dazed, before eventually clearing his throat in a very melodramatic
fashion. “Okay, bitch, listen up!” he announces in his bossy
you’re-not-allowed-to-contradict-me voice. “There are a
lot of things to discuss before we’re getting that stupid dog,
you hear me?”
And while Dean keeps talking about
rules and restrictions, Sam can’t do anything else than gape at
Castiel who is standing just behind Dean, smirking and mouthing