“…should we just search romantic comedies on netflix and see what we find?”
Anonymous asked: can you do a fluff where bucky and the reader accidentally fall asleep together? thanks!
A/N: That is adorable. Here it is!
You were left in the tower alone.
The couch was covered in blankets and pillows, the air conditioning was blasting, and the Netflix logo rested brightly in the center of the huge flatscreen in front of you.
You were utilizing the best of the movie room as you could, and you were grateful Tony had put it in in the first place. Popcorn was already popped, and the familiar boom of the Netflix app opening caused you to smile.
Finally, you were able to relax and enjoy some downtime in between missions.
Just as you were about to fully sink into the cushions of the couch, the door opened, allowing the light of the hallway to seep into the mostly dark room.
Remember that ‘almost’?
“Bucky what the fuck?” You groaned, blocking the hallway light and throwing the covers over your head.
Anonymous asked: “Do you have any tips for writing about the main characters siblings? My main character has 7 brothers, which contributes to her strong family ties. However I’m struggling to describe their personalities. I don’t want to I don’t want to under-develop their personalities but I don’t want to bore the reader or waste too much time on them, especially because only 2 of her brother’s have major roles in the story.”
I love this question. I spend so much time thinking about this just in my own life. Most families I know only really have four siblings, but really when there’s four or more, you have to get creative with descriptions.
Siblings, just by their nature, will know how each of them is different from the other - you get a lot of “the smart one,” “the pretty one,” “the funny one.” This is a much bigger thing I think in large families. In some, you might have easy stereotypes to set them apart from each other - “the artist,” “the brain,” “the social butterfly,” and “the athlete.”
I am tired of Mary Winchester pulling out the Mom Card™ whenever she feels like it. I. E. “Screens down, eyes up.” or “Don’t give me the face.”
Mary hasn’t invested nearly enough emotionally in Sam and Dean to demand the sort of respect a child gives a parent that loves, cherishes, listens to and respects them. She hasn’t been that parent to Sam and Dean. A child only is willing to be disciplined or scolded or trust in questionable decisions a parent has made if they know that the decision is made out of love, not anger or worry or selfish reasoning. Sam and Dean don’t know that about Mary, and they have no reason to believe that about her either, besides past biases (which are quickly turning out to not be true, i.e. Mary never liked cooking or baking, was still hunting after marriage). Essentially Mary, Sam, and Dean are strangers. They should be getting to know each other but they’re not. Mary doesn’t seem to have a desire to.
Sam and Dean are allowed to be angry and distrusting of Mary and should be imo. She has lied to them and is working with a group of people that tortured them physically and mentally. She’s telling Sam and Dean, without any real knowledge of what they’ve survived and been through, that they are “doing it” wrong. That the BMoL can and are doing it better. Mary has been here for like, what a few months? She’s spent most of that time apart from Sam and Dean, how would she know what they are truly capable of? I think the BMoL are using her and who knows for what. She hasn’t hunted for years, yet is suddenly more capable than Sam or Dean? I don’t trust the flattery they are heaping on Mary. She is naive to trust them or think she’s smart enough to use them by herself because they give her fancy weapons and tell her she’s awesome. These are men and women that murder supernatural beings for loot, torture and kill without discretion. Mary, wyd???
Summary:You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.
So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?
Note: This is the third part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic.I’m so glad that you are all enjoying this….your feedback is appreciated soooooo much <3 This isn’t the final chapter just incase you are a little unsure at the end. There’s still more to come!
Bucky x Reader (AU)
Warnings: A swear word, angst, and some bullying towards the reader.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
‘Enough Is Enough’ Masterlist
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
“When it comes to you I am scared of everything….mainly losing you like I did my mom, my dad, and the rest of my family. You and Steve are the only people left in my life now and I’m scared that if I let you get too close to me then you will be taken from me. I figured you hating me was the best route to take.”
In all the years you had known the male stood before you this was the first time you ever heard such raw emotion coming from him and before you could say anything to him your heart broke at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks as his own emotions finally got the better of him and his chest heaved with the sobs building up inside him.
* * * * * * * * * *
You had been stood staring at him for a good ten minutes now, mouth
hanging open, as your mind replayed what he had just said over and over again.
It was like it was being played on an endless loop until you finally accepted
that he’d actually said it because right now you were definitely convinced you
had just been hearing things. There was no way he just confessed his feelings
to you….he hated you!
“Are you…..going to say anything or just stand there like some kind of
Although there was an amused tone to his words the look in his eyes
showed how anxious he had grown at your extended silence.
“I…” Your eyes turn to face him but words were still the last thing your
mind was attempting to conjure up. But then your face soon distorts into an
angry expression as the reality of what he said finally sank in. “…is this some
kind of sick joke? Wait…..did you and Steve BOTH plan this?!”
The anger that was beginning to build up inside of you overrode any
previous feeling of anxiety you’d had as you squared up to him and drove a
single finger hard into his chest. His eyes widened in surprise at the last
reaction he had been expecting from you.
give me a Sam Wilson who has setbacks and awful days where he can’t face the world
give me Sam Wilson who’s a goddamn professional counselor and knows better than to psychoanalyze his friends
give me Sam Wilson with a spare room and a hearty breakfast for anybody who needs it
give me Sam Wilson allowing himself one day a year to get blindingly angry about Riley’s death, allowing himself to go out and drink more than he should and maybe get in a bar fight and then walking back into work two days later with a smile on his face, because there’s nowhere to go but up
give me Sam Wilson having a hair straightener because his mom visits so often that she decided to keep one at his house
give me Sam Wilson referring the Avenger to actual mental health professionals who he knows can put up with their bullshit
give me a Sam Wilson who only took up running because he couldn’t sleep and needed a way to distract himself from the nightmares
give me Sam Wilson, afraid of heights until he could control how he got up there and how he’s getting down
Dean is allowed to be angry when Sam abandons or betrays him.
Dean is allowed to keep his feelings to himself.
Dean is allowed to have feelings regardless of whether they are what Sam thinks they should be.
Dean is allowed to call out even a loved one for hurting him or betraying him, especially if they keep doing it.
Dean is allowed to be afraid or nervous that they will do it again.
Humans are allowed to do all of these things, and as a person, so is Dean. None of these make Dean controlling, abusive, or cruel. Framing it as such what an abuser does to keep their victim in line. It’s a method certain people use to manipulate someone else into silence or compliance. Dean falls for it because of years and years of formative, psychological abuse, but that doesn’t make it even remotely true or right or even acceptable.
“Instagram frightens me,” Bucky said, frowning at the screen on his phone.
Steve peeked at it as he passed by, then took a step backward to give it a good, long look. “…Why are they talking about our pecs like that?”
Natasha perked up from playing on her own phone. “How are they talking about your pecs?”
“Look what you’ve done,” Bucky hissed at the blond, hurriedly pulling his phone to his chest protectively.
Steve shrugged and held hands up helplessly. “Sorry.”
Natasha had already pulled his Instagram up on her phone. “You accepted my request, idiot.”
“Show me how to delete her, Steve,” Bucky ordered, shoving his phone at him.
“Too late–Oh my God.” She began laughing, and it had just an edge of meanness to it. “You guys actually thought posting a picture after one of your runs while your white shirts were saturated with your sweat was a good idea?!” Natasha actually began rocking side to side in her seat, cackling. “I’m dying–oh my God someone help-!”
Bruce walked into the living room and frowned when he saw her laughing. “What happened? Did an enemy meet a hilariously gruesome end?”
“They’re talking about Steve and Bucky’s tits!” Natasha shrieked, and finally rolled off the love seat, she was laughing so hard.
Bruce looked at her a long moment before he said, “Okay.” Then he turned on his heel and left.
Natasha was still laughing, so Steve and Bucky left too, before they had to listen to her tell someone else about how their fans were talking about their chests.
Unfortunately, for the next three days, Natasha burst out laughing every time she saw them, and soon the rest of the team knew about it. Apparently no one actually looked at the comments on their posts anymore since they could only handle so many heart-eye emojis, but they were suddenly willing to bear with it for the hilarious comments.
“Oh God damn it,” Bucky whispered when Sam handed him a plate with two pancakes on it, whipped cream nipples standing nearly as proudly as the other man’s smile.
“Sorry, man,” Sam laughed, not sounding sorry at all.
Steve looked like he might laugh as well, until Sam gave him a plate with the same thing. “Sam.”
“What, you thought I wouldn’t make fun of you, too?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, before brightening when Natasha came in. “Natasha, did you see my masterpieces?”
Natasha looked at them, their pancakes, and then turned around to walk right back out, laughing again.
Bucky bent his fork in half.
Tony had been overseas for a business meeting, so he’d missed everything, and Natasha had finally stopped laughing herself to tears when she saw them. They were pretty sure they would get away with Tony never finding out.
Except Natasha was a huge fucking BITCH.
“Tony, you’re back!” Natasha exclaimed when he walked in, still wearing a rumpled suit.
Tony squinted at her, still jetlagged, but he’d wanted to see everyone before he crashed and slept for eighteen hours. Seeing nothing immediately out of the ordinary, he simply agreed, “Yes.”
She skittered over to where Steve and Bucky were sitting, grinning. “Tony, who do you think has the best tits?”
Steve and Bucky both had the distinct thought ‘I’m going to murder her.’
Tony blinked at her slowly. “…You do.”
Natasha opened her mouth, then closed it. “…That’s so sweet,” she finally decided, actually looking flattered, before she slapped her hands down on each of the men’s shoulders. “But I meant between Steve and Bucky.”
“Oh.” Tony wandered closer, humming thoughtfully as he peered very intensely at their chests.
After a moment, he reached out and cupped Steve’s pecs in his hands, either ignoring or not noticing the way he tensed up and squeaked. Bucky would have made fun of him except he made the same noise when Tony abruptly turned and did the same thing to him. He hummed again, then placed a hand on both of their pecs.
“…I can’t decide,” Tony said, and then did not move away.
They stared at him for a little while, worried, before Steve cautiously said, “Tony?”
Tony jerked as if he’d been shocked. “Huh?” He looked at his hands on both of their chests. “…I need to sleep,” he decided, and gave their chests a pat. “I apologize for molesting you.”
“It’s not molesting if we want it,” Bucky blurted out, and then set his jaw, because what the fuck, brain?!
Tony patted his cheek just a little too hard. “Maybe you need some sleep too.”
Bucky gaped as the other man turned and sort of… tottered away.
“He’s going to fall asleep in the elevator,” Clint said fondly.
Bruce sighed and got up to trot after him. “Tony, let me help you.”
“Be careful, Bruce,” they heard him warn as the doors began to shut. “I’m molesting people.”
“Quite honestly I would prefer that to you stabbing me to see if I’ll turn into the Hulk,” Bruce replied blandly.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest when he noticed Sam grinning at him, blushing. “What?!”
“Tony grabbed your boobs,” Sam said, then burst out laughing. “And he didn’t even notice!”
Steve turned to look at Bucky, frowning. “Do you just wanna leave the country?”
“Yes,” he answered immediately and viciously.
“I think,” Natasha said, leaning down to put her face between theirs. “That you’re missing the point.”
Bucky glared at her. “And what point is that, you troublemaker?”
“Tony couldn’t decide which of your chests he likes better,” she explained, as if he was an idiot. “So maybe when he’s not about to fall asleep on his feet, you can offer to let him check again.”
“…I don’t understand why you’re like this,” Steve admitted.
Natasha rolled her eyes. “You’re both hopeless.”
“Seriously,” Clint said, raising an eyebrow. “She gave you the perfect opening to hit on Tony and you’re being too prude to do it.”
“Am not!” Steve answered immediately, because he never liked being told he was too anything, and Bucky got the sinking feeling that Steve was going to march him to Tony as soon as he heard he was awake to do just that.
“Couldn’t we just buy him flowers?” he asked, but Steve had that determined look to him. “Steve please.”
“We can get him flowers and ask whose chest is better,” Steve allowed. “It will be mine, by the way, so you can pick out the flowers.”
Bucky turned to glare at him, appalled. “No way, my chest is way better than yours! You’re gonna be super embarrassed when Tony tells you so, too!”
Natasha rolled her eyes as they began bickering and walked over to flop down next to Sam. “What did we do to get stuck with these idiots?”
“I don’t know about you, but Steve basically harassed me,” Sam replied, shrugging. “Whenever someone says ’on your left,’ I still get irrationally angry.”
Comfort and Peace Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader Word Count: 2,363 Warnings: angsty, swearing, fluff, pregnancy Authors: Sam Request: Anonymous — Hi! Could you write a God!Chuck x reader? The reader & him were kind of together before he left. Weeks after Chuck’s disappearance, Y/N discovers she’s pregnant. When Chuck comes back, he asks for her but she retired from hunting, simply helping from time to time. So the boys call her to come, Chuck explains all, but Y/N ignores him & don’t want to tell the child is his…. end is yours! Angsty & fluffy, do as you please. A/N: Hey guys! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I hope that you guys like this! I do want to say, I changed a little bit of the request around because I felt that it would work better. It still incorporates a lot of what is asked for, just a little less detail on some things.
*Flashback (5 years earlier)*
You sat there legs sprawled out on the floor as your back rested against the cabinet in the bathroom at Bobby’s house. At the moment in time, you know four things were for certain: 1.) The love of your life, Chuck Shurley, has disappeared without a word and/or trace; 2.) The world was ending because of the apocalypse, great timing; 3.) It was your birthday; and 3.) Welp, the little stupid pee stick that you held in your hand indicated that you were pregnant with said love of your life.
Your emotions were running wild, something that wasn’t typical for you. It was early in the morning and you had been sick again for the second week in a row in the mornings. You never really thought about it. It never occurred that you could have been pregnant until the morning sickness was getting more persistent. Then out of no where, Chuck disappeared. You sat there contemplating how you were going to explain to the boys and Bobby, AGAIN, why you couldn’t go on another hunt.
“What the hell am I going to do?” you cried quietly by yourself with many difficult decisions that you were now going to face alone.
*Present Time (5 years later*
You stared outside of the window in your house as you reminisced of that day 5 years ago. That was the last day you ever went on a hunt. You knew what you had to do, and it was the best decision of your life. It was difficult to give up hunting, so instead you’ve helped here and there whenever you could.
The thoughts of that day were cut off by the sound of little pitter patter of feet running toward you. You felt that spark and comfort you got each time his little fingers pulled on yours. You looked down to see a little blue-eyed, dark curly haired boy, grinning at you with his 2 front teeth missing. This little boy was the pride and joy of your life, and you named him Robby, short for Robert, after Bobby Singer, who was like a father figure to you.
“Momma,” he tugged on your hand, “When are we gonna go see Uncle Dean, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Casshiel?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his inability to say Cas’s name. Even though you weren’t hunting anymore, you spent a lot of time with Sam, Dean, and Cas. Thankfully, the three men have become surrogate father figures to Robby over the years, and you were happy about that.
Your hand ruffled his head as you bent down, “We’ll head over in a little bit. Are you excited for your birthday party?”
“Yayy! Yes I am! Guess what Mommy?!” he was very eager to tell you what was on his mind. “Uncle Casshiel said that I can play with his wings if I’m careful because I like how soft they are,” he squeed with joy.
That was one of Robby’s special gifts. He could see the wings of other angels. There were also times that if you were scared or felt threatened, a simple touch of the cheek from Robby and you felt comfort and peace. You never understood why this happened. It confused everyone around you that you were close with. Even with all the research and resources you had in the bunker, no one could provide an answer as to why your son had the effect he did on others.
You drove in your Dodge Ram truck, playing some music and letting Robby “rock out” to the music that Dean gave him. The moment that you pulled up to the bunker and stopped the truck, Robby jumped out and giggled his way to the entrance and through the doors.
You chased after your energetic little boy quickly around the corners of the bunker and into the library, “Slow down you goof! You don’t want to get hur—“
As you rounded the corner, Robby halted in his tracks, but then immediately came to your side and grabbed your hand. He tugged at your hand. You were confused because you knew he always ran to Cas the moment he got there. That’s when you looked up and a wave of emotions flowed through you. They ranged from pure anger, confusion, betrayal, and a broken heart. They all flooded back to you from 5 years ago. There stood the man, the love of your life, who left without a word. You were too concerned with your emotions, but eventually were pulled back to reality by Robby who tugged even harder at your hand.
“Mommy?” he questioned curiously.
You bent down to your little boy, looking into the similar colored eyes as his father who was across the room from you. You attempted to hold back the tears that you felt well up in the corner of your eyes, but you smiled through them.
“Who is the man over there?” he pointed with his finger in a quite voice like a typical 5 year old would.
You smiled and rubbed his cheek, “Jut an old friend baby, it’s okay.”
You really wanted to say to him ‘That’s your asshole father who abandoned us before you were born,’ but you decided against it. Because deep down, you always wanted Robby to have a relationship with his dad, even though Chuck didn’t know Robby was his child.
Robby let go and ran over to greet Chuck like he did with any stranger. In that way, he was very much like you, a people person. He grabbed Chuck’s hand, pulled him down to his height, and began to shake his hand.
“Hi! I’m Robby! It’s my birthday! Want to be my friend?” he gleamed with a proud smile on his face.
Chuck smiled and chuckled with confidence in his tone. That was different. There was something definitely different from the Chuck you knew 5 years ago who would’ve acted awkward. Now, there was a difference about his presence and you couldn’t put a finger on it.
“Hi Robby! I’m Chuck! Happy birthday! Of course I’ll be your friend little guy!” Chuck responded with a glowing smile.
“Yay!! More friends for my birthday!” he squealed with excitement. Just as his mind does, he jumped over to Cas to pull him into another room. “Come on Uncle Casshiel! Let’s go play!”
“Okay Robby, but we have to be careful,” Cas’s voice trailed off into the halls of the bunker.
You realized that you hadn’t moved in the last few moments of the conversations that had been held. You walked closer to the three men and faced them.
You glared at the two men who towered over you and Chuck, glaring at them both.
Chuck looked at you with those sweet, blue eyes that you fell in love with years ago, “Y/N,” he spoke gently.
You held your hand up and stopped him. “No. Screw you. I don’t know why the hell you are here, but I don’t even want to hear what you have to say,” you yelled with force behind your voice as if you were scolding your own child.
Sam came up next to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. Normally you would accept the gesture from your brother-like friend, but this time you shrugged off his touch. “Sam stop…” you spoke gently.
“Fuck no…” you said angrily, “Today is my son’s birthday… I’m not letting this ruin today. I’m going to get ready.” You walked away to the kitchen to prepare the food and cake. This was NOT how you anticipated today to go at all.
“She’s never going to forgive me…” Chuck sat down and buried his face in his hands.
“Well, you sort of left her…” he paused momentarily, “us.” Clearly Dean was still angry with Chuck’s sudden return, but knew he would had reasons.
“Give her some time… She will need it, and then you can tell her. However, it may be better to keep a distance when everyone comes over today,” Sam suggested with empathy in his voice.
Chuck nodded and struggled with his emotions of wanting to grab you and hug you, but knowing it would ruin everything.
The day flew by, and surprisingly, the party went really well. Much to your surprise, even though Chuck was around, you still didn’t allow that to ruin your day. Even though you were still angry, once everyone started to show up, you forgot about the whole thing once you saw how happy Robby was with his friends, the party, and his gifts.
The two of you sat on the couch, relaxing from the running around and eating all day. Sam, Dean, and Das offered to clean up everything and to let you two relax. Robby had his head on your lap as you stroked his curls gently. He was slowly falling asleep in the mini trench coat that Castiel got him and the Batman shirt that Dean got him. It made you smile with the thoughts that your son was truly loved by many.
You looked up and saw a figure come from the corner of your eye. Chuck sat diagonal to you in the chair next to the couch. Without a word, he sat there and just watched you caress Robby’s hair as he fell into a slumber. There were so many things you wanted to say like go away, but when Chuck was around, his presence, it brought you peace and comfort, just like Robby. Even when you were angry.
The silence was lingering and began to get under your skin, you couldn’t take it anymore. “What do you want?” you glared at him, but your wall was breaking, it always did with him around.
“I just want to talk. Explain. Ask questions…” he trailed off looking into your eyes. They captivated you each time you looked into them.
You rolled your eyes. This was everything you wanted 5 years ago. For him to come back and explain everything. Now, now you just wanted to live your life, even though you were still in love with him. You couldn’t find the words, though they were as simple as ‘okay.’
“He’s beautiful… Definitely a special little boy…” he stated with that questioning look on his face. You knew that face. He was thinking seriously about something.
“Y/N… Robby’s… 5 right?” he questioned.
You felt the lump in your throat and the knot in your stomach. “Yes.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation right now, but had a feeling it was going to happen anyways.
The two of you looked into each others eyes, allowing him to read you. That’s when it hits him. His eyes widen and you can see tears in his eyes.
“He’s… mine… Isn’t he?” his voice quivered, but you saw a small smile on his face.
There it was. He got it. You couldn’t speak, so you nodded as you felt the tears coming down your cheeks now, warm and hot.
Chuck moves next to you on the couch, and at first you tensed up, but the moment his hand went to your knee, there again was that comfort and peace.
You turned your head to look at Chuck as he began to speak. “Y/N. I left for a reason. There’s no other way to say this, but… I’m God. I left because it was the apocalypse and I needed to go into hiding. I needed to protect you… and our son…”
The first thing that came out of your mouth was a whole-hearted laugh, but you had to remind yourself that Robby was sleeping on your lap. “You’re shitting me right? God? No. You’re a prophet Chuck. Seriously. How cute,” you said with annoyance. How could he just say shit like that?
“I’m telling you the truth Y/N. I am. Have you noticed any of Robby’s powers or special gifts?” he asked, knowing the truth now that he figured out Robby was his son.
Stunned, your jaw slightly dropped. Unless the boys said something, which you were sure you didn’t, you weren’t sure how Chuck knew that.
“How —“ Chuck cut you off as he noticed Robby began to stir and sit up.
You moved slightly so Robby could stand in the from of you. Rubbing his eyes, the young boy began to yawn and talk, “I can see Daddy’s wings, Mommy. They’re pretty.”
Shocked at the words that came out of your son’s mouth, there was no way he actually heard the conversation that you and Chuck just had. Yet, he still called him Daddy, and said that Chuck had wings.
Before you could say anything else, Robby touches your cheek with his hand and touches Chuck at the same time. Within moments, you see his eyes glow bright blue and you look over at Chuck and see his wings, and your son’s. Both similar in color, both stunning and beautiful. White gold, flickers of many colors between each movement.
“Holy… shit…” there really weren’t any other appropriate words that could have came out of your mouth.
Robby moved his hands and their wings disappeared. He smiled with his toothless grin as he looked between you and Chuck. “Mommy, Daddy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
Chuck’s one hand grabbed yours. This was his way of showing you that it was true. “I love you, Y/N. I will take care of you both, I promise. I need you in this life. Please,” he cupped his other hand against your cheek, calming you instantly.
Tears rolled down your cheek and you nodded. “I love you too, Chuck.” Deep down, you know it would take time for things to get better, but this was supposed to be your family and future all along. He pulled you in for a kiss, and it felt perfect.
“EWWW!” Robby groaned in the front of you as he covered his eyes and stuck out his tongue.
You and Chuck laughed, looking into each other eyes, then to Robby, and that’s when you felt that comfort and peace wholly, knowing it would really be ok.
Prisoners of Love Discussion Part 2: Horror and Cartoons
Okay, let’s talk about a tragically underused element of Danny Phantom: horror.
The tone of this show was all over the place at times, but more often than not, it tended to lean on the side of comedy. That’s fine and all, but it’s a real shame when there was so much potential for spookiness. It’s a show about ghosts, after all.
Summary: The reader tries to move on after but there are obstacles.
Warnings: Some fluff, some angst, some humor, lots of swearing
all love stories have a happy ending.
there’s nothing wrong with that.
two people can love each other completely, and still break up. It’s not that it ended, it’s that it ran its
loved him completely, and always would. But the story of you two together, sweaty and
tangled in bed sheets, desperately reaching for each other after a hunt, curled
up in front of the TV, that story was over.
there was only friendship. And it was
okay, you promised yourself.
A/N: Okaay story time. I posted this ages ago on ao3 and then I found out that someone was posting it here??? Anyway I got my account suspended and the person who posted it here deleted. Eventually, I took it down from ao3 and pretty much gave up on the whole story but now there is *****inspiration***** and I can post it again.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf and Supernatural (Crossover)
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Summary: The reader is Dean’s daughter, and after his death, Sam sends her to take care of a werewolf problem in Beacon Hills.
When Mary read John’s journal she found something odd in a certain page. The title written on the page was bolded and underline: WATCH THEM. Mary raised her eyebrow in confusion. Watch who? She straightened the crumbled page and began to read the entries.
April 13, 1994 (Sam 11, Dean 15)
I told Sam to stop sleeping with Dean, but the boy was so damn stubborn. I kept catching Sam holding onto Dean the next morning. It caught me by surprise with their closeness but I let it slide because Sam was close with his older brother. Still had to scold him for disobeying me, though.
October 26, 1995 (Sam 12, Dean 16)
Sam started to rebel against me, and I couldn’t have that. I didn’t do this for him to hate him. I just wanted Sam to understand that we weren’t safe, nowhere was safe for us. I just wanted my sons to be okay. Dean would always intervene when we began to argue. However, I have noticed something, Sam never yelled at Dean, instead he would cross his arms and sulk.
I didn’t like this one damn bit.
May 19, 1996 (Sam 13, Dean 17)
Dean went out tonight with a random girl. I allowed him since he’s a teenager and he needed to have a break from being stuck in a motel. I drank a couple of beers and watched t.v. since I couldn’t leave Sam alone. Not only that, but Sam had been angry all night and even snapped at me. I didn’t understand him sometimes. Lately, Sam has been moody and acting childish, I was beginning to think if it was Dean’s fault for spoiling him too much.
Dean returned from his date. I witnessed Sam running up to his brother and hugged him. Something churned in my stomach upon seeing them embrace each other. I had to drink a couple of more beers that night in order to forget what I just saw.
February 3, 1997 (Sam 14, Dean 18)
Today I saw Dean whispering to Sam in his ear and watched him turn bright red. I immediately separated them and demanded to know what Dean said. Sam responded with ‘he told me that his girlfriend’s younger sister has a crush on me, sir’. I laughed and shook my head. I was beginning to think that I was loosing my mind. I was seeing things that weren’t even there.
Later that day I told them no more sparring, having their bodies pressed with one another was something I couldn’t have them doing. It’s too risky.
September 14, 1998 (Sam 15, Dean 19)
Dean and I were hunting a siren in a small town, I left Sam behind since it was too dangerous. Dean accidentally fell for the siren’s trance, prompting me to kill the son of a bitch, but before I could Dean suddenly attacked me and tried to protect the siren as he shouted out, 'Don’t hurt Sam’! My eyes had widened in horror… Siren’s ability was to impersonate a loved one, someone you deeply desired. When Dean said Sam’s name… I nearly lost it.
June 22, 1999 (Sam 16, Dean 20)
I kept an eye on both of them from now on. Never once letting them out of my sight. I took Dean with me on every hunt now, Sam was old enough to be alone either way. I couldn’t tell my oldest son anything, he had no clue that I knew the truth. I’m not fully sure if there was anything even between them, but I needed to be more cautious. Sam’s mood had also rose, he had shouted at me and even threw my journal across the room. A part of me knew that Sam was angry because he was tired of the hunting life, but the other part of me knew was because he couldn’t see Dean anymore.
December 5, 2000 (Sam 17, Dean 21)
The first time I saw hickeys on Dean’s neck, I just knew it was not from a random girl. Not when Sam also had similar ones around his neck. No matter how hard I tried… both of them would sneak around. I started to wonder if it was somehow my fault. I never blamed Dean, maybe I should have, it seemed easier that way. Yet, it wouldn’t be fair. I left them alone a long time. Everything was all my fault and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.
August 27, 2001 (Sam 18, Dean 22)
Sam left us. I told him to never come back once he stepped out. I couldn’t believe I told my son those harsh words. What kind of father was I? I went to the bar and drank so much alcohol that I passed out in the impala. Dean was no better. He was furious and wanted nothing more than to hunt all the monsters out there. Dean never once talked about Sam. It was just us now. Maybe it was better this way. Although, I knew Dean had his heart broken for the very first time.
March 16, 2002 (Sam 19, Dean 23)
I got after Dean today for being reckless. He almost could have gotten himself killed by the werewolf. What was he thinking? Then, I found him drunk in a bar, flirting with the bartender. Enough was enough. I dragged his ass out of the bar and drove back to the motel. What broke my heart was that he kept calling out for Sammy… I should’ve been disgusted by it, I knew Dean wasn’t saying it in a platonic way. But when he started to cry and say 'I miss you, Sammy. Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me’. I just couldn’t bring myself to get after Dean, or say anything at all. He was already suffering as it was.
Once finished, Mary began to cry as she read each entry again, she covered her mouth with her hand. Did her boys really love each other? She had never seen them act lovingly, no more than brothers. But if they fooled John for the first couple of years… Who was to say they wouldn’t do the same thing to Mary?
A/N: This is my 300 follower celebration fic. It took me 12 years to write it. But it’s done. I did it. <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: It’s angsty. there’s some language, and some bloody stuff, and yeah.. it’s a trip
Word Count: 6.3k
(Gif not mine)
You had been with the Winchesters for a long time now, you’d been with them through everything. You were with Dean when their dad went on a hunting trip, and hadn’t been back for a few days. You were with there with them when John died. You were with Sam when Dean was sent to hell; the first time. You were there when Castiel raised Dean from perdition. You stayed in contact with Dean the year Sam was gone, in the cage with Lucifer and Michael; or rather, here on Earth, with no soul. You went with Sam when Castiel and Dean were in purgatory. Though you didn’t share blood, you were their sister; and like a late father-figure once told you, family don’t end with blood.
Paul is possessive (not in the creepy lock you in a room possessive), which means sex almost all the time.
Jealous sex, angry sex, passionate sex, and rough sex.
He is up for any position, his favorite being you on top riding him. He loves how it allows his hands to roam all over your body.
Paul loves teasing you in public or around his friends/pack, he loves how flustered you get.
Paul could also get pretty kinky if he’s jealous and caught a guy flirting he would spank you as punishment.
He would also love to use toys on you. In the past when you pissed him off, he tied you up and taped/tied a vibrator to your clit and left for an hour to talk with the boys.
“Paul please baby, I’m sorry, so so sorry” You whimpered as he tightened the rope around your wrists. Smirking he ran his hand up down your arm.
“Awww baby girl, I’d love to just let you go, but what you said just pissed me off, you deserve this punishment. And since the boys are downstairs, you need to keep quiet.” Taking a gag he tied it around your head tight enough so you couldn’t remove it but loose enough so it wouldn’t hurt you. Standing at the foot of the bed he leans down kissing your hip as he turned the vibrator on high, and a muffled scream escaping your lips. Straightening up Paul walked to the door.
“I’ll be back in an hour, keep quiet” A cocky smirk playing on his lips as he went to the living room to talk with his pack.
Since Paul has heightened senses, he can easily smell when you’re aroused.
Your father Lucifer is the Alpha of your pack and he rules your town with an iron fist. He is forcing you to marry the son and heir of a rival pack. It is 3 weeks before your wedding when you find out Sam Winchester is back. Sam was your first love at 17, and when your father found out, he forced his family to leave town. You haven’t spoken to him since. What will happen when you see him again?
Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega!Castiel Novak, Omega! Mary Winchester, Reader, Alpha! (Nick) Lucifer, Beta! Michael, Beta! Gabriel, Beta! Stephanie (OC), Alpha Eric (OC) Chuck (mentioned)
I paced around my suite like a maniac trying to figure out what to do. I needed to relax and think things through, so I decided to take a bath like I planned while I tried to figure a way out of this mess. I liked to read in the tub sometimes, so I grabbed a book off of my bookshelf, and I poured myself a glass of wine from my mini-fridge and headed to my bathroom, closing and locking the door.
My father was a smart man, but he had underestimated me my entire life. He thought Omegas were simple creatures that needed to be cared for and protected. Uncle Michael was the same way. Only Uncle Gabriel realized I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.
I had watched my Dad my entire life and I knew how he operated. He thought he could keep me a prisoner here and cut me off from the outside world until the wedding. As the Alpha, he was used to everything being on his terms.
I was more like my father than any of them realized. I opened the book I had taken into the bathroom with me, revealing a hollowed-out section in the center. In it, I had placed a burner phone I had gotten ages ago because I knew my father monitored my cell. No one knew about this phone but me and Steph.
I wouldn’t put it past my father to have my suite bugged, but hopefully, the bathroom was okay. I didn’t dare call anyone, so I sent Steph a text.
Steph, I need u to give Sam a message:
I’m under house arrest, using a burner phone. The wedding is still on despite everything. DO NOT come here. I am being watched and they have guns. I HAVE A PLAN. I will come to u. I have to play my part. Please, Sam. Trust me. I love you.
A few minutes later I received a reply from Steph.
Sam says okay but if you’re not here by Friday he is coming to matter what. Loves you back.
Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam, Cas
Word Count: 1360
Warnings: Mentions of blood, injured main character.
Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…
Author’s Note: Wow, the final part!!! This series took me a little longer than planned to finish, but thank you guys for being patient with me and I hope it was worth the wait! Feedback is always appreciated :)
*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*
Your breath came quickly as Sybil’s body swayed, slowly, oh so slowly losing balance, before eventually hitting the ground in a spectacular collapse.
So many years of torment, so many years of fear. All over.
In a signal moment of strength you’d freed the now-confused men and women who’d been Sybil’s puppets for all these years, pushed yourself out from under the crushing control you’d endured for as long as you could remember, and saved the man you loved.