I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader)
Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing
Request: Can you
do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the
avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to
her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to
convince her she is worthy?
Looking at the team known as the
Avengers, you had: Two Super soldiers from the second world war, one of which
has a metal arm, a Brainiac who makes metallic suits which can withstand a
beating, and even made one for his friend, artificial intelligence made by the Brainiac,
an assassin trained since birth, another assassin who never misses his shot, a
man with mechanical wings a doctor who can turn into a giant green monster who
can probably throw a plane when he gets pissed off, a twin pair of super
enhanced twins which can move things with her mind and her brother who has super
speed, and a literal God… oh, and you, a simple agent.
“I need you to find (Y/N).” Derek said as soon as Chris opened his front door.
“Derek I’m not going to do that.” He sighed and glanced down at the bag Derek had on one shoulder as if he had expected to drag Chriss off in an attempt to find you. “You know why.”
“If only I’d just gone over when she/he called.“ Derek sighed and made himself at home on the hunter’s sofa.
“Well i’m sure once they’ve had sometime you can make it up to them.” Chris sighed and slapped a hand on Derek’s shoulder when it was clear the wolf was not going to be moving until he felt less lonely.
The concept of demons and angels had been present throughout the ages of time, and in Gainesville, Florida there was no exception. The small city was a hot spot for demons, but their pastors, Luke and Tyler, kept the population at the bare minimum. However, there was the constant issue of the fact that there were still demons present. On the bright side, there were also angels. Not like the population knew about them, but everyone subconsciously recognized their presence. The demons and angels stayed hidden majority of the time, only revealing themselves to those they choose.
Star Crossed - Part 20 (H.S AU) - “Into the Unkown”
Smut Warning*** with gifs i- including a kind of nsfw gif…I think…I mean you can see an ass.
After ordering a pizza, and stuffing our faces, it came time to serve the birthday girl her cake. I grabbed the ‘Happy Birthday Robin!’ cake out of the fridge and popped the candles into place. Before lighting the candles, and carrying it out to the counter where Robin and Harry are sat – Robin in Harry’s lap, waiting. Harry and I sing happy birthday to the giddy ten-year-old say before us, and she makes her wish, blowing out her candles.
“Did you make a wish?” Harry asks, craning his head around to look at her while he chews his gum. While I cut up the cake, and grab both ice cream whipped cream from the fridge, Robin shakes her head and says no.
“No?!” Harry asks shaking her like she’s gone mad, “what’dye mean?” he exclaims as Robin laughs lightly.
“I don’t need to make a wish…I’ve got everything I want. Today was the best birthday ever.” Both Harry and I look like we’re on the verge of tears at her beautiful words. Leave it to Robin to make everyone in a room feel so loved that they could cry tears of joy. “I love you guys,” she says cutely, taking her served plate from me and starting to dig into her chocolate cake.
“We love you too, little bird,” I smile to her.
“So much, kiddo” Harry responds, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and hugging her cutely. Robin smiles and leans her head on Harry’s shoulder as she continues to fork her desert. I wish I could spend the rest of my life just like this. With two of the people, I love most in this world. Laughing, and making life long memories.
Harry sneakily reaches out his pointer finger and collects some of the whipped cream, ‘booping’ my nose with it with an innocent smile. Oh , it’s on. I reach up to my nose with my tongue, and wipe the whipped cream onto it, sticking it out at him teasingly, before pulling it into my mouth.
“Since when could you touch your tongue to your nose?!” he asks chuckling at my childish behavior. Robin announces she’s going to bed once she’s finished her plate. Harry and I continued to stare directly at each other waiting to hear the magic sound. Once I heard her door close, I smiled deviously. I wanted him to expect that my look was me telling him he was free to do what he wanted to earlier. I continued holding his stare,
Not because that was my real intention, but because I wanted to tease him.
I brought my eyes to the can, staring at it staring at it the same way those girls had eyed Harry today. I pick it up and bring the nozzle to my lips, tipping it, and filling my mouth with whipped cream. Harry backs his chair up and doubles over in laughter. I swallow the sugary substance and laugh silently once. Harry reaches out and takes the canister from my hand, holding in his palm. He stares at the object in his hand, and like a light bulb flicking on, he looks as if he’s gotten an idea.
He turns his gaze back to me and shakes the canister before tipping the nozzle and dabbing a small bit of cream onto the tip of his nose. I know exactly what he’s expecting, so I saunter around the counter, and lean in, licking the trace of cream off the tip of his nose.
When I pull my full face back to his view, he smirks, again, and sticks his tongue out. This…little…shit. He places the same amount of topping on his tongue and sticks it out for me. That’s it, I’ve had enough of his teasing. I grab his jaw in my hand, a little roughly, which catches him off guard, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He grabs me by my hips and pulls me to him so that our hips are flush against each other, standing tall to where all 5’10 of him is towering my 5’2 stance. It takes me a moment to realize he’s returned to his full glory, his hardness pressing against my thigh, just like I pictured it doing when I noticed in on the beach. Just what I craved for it to do. He stares at me darkly, daring me to do what he wants me so desperately to do.
I bring his lips down to mine, dragging him by his jaw clutches in my hand. His tongue stays where it is, poking just outside his lips. I drag him down further until our foreheads are touching, and we’re staring straight into each other’s souls. Steadily, I tilt my head up remotely, swiping my tongue against his, flicking the cream onto my tongue, causing a guttural groan to resonate from his chest. I swear I could feel his stiff cock twitch against my thigh when I scraped my tongue against his. He tightens his grip on my hips and walks me back to the counter near the window, lifting me onto it swiftly. Though he initially acts out of impulse, once I’m sat against the cool surface of the granite, he kisses me softly. One thing leads to another, and he’s pulling out of the kiss not to catch his breath, but to slip his tongue to mine again, pulling my bottom lip between both of his.
He groans, reaching for my shorts. With the flick of his wrist, the button is undone, but he pulls away to rip his shirt over his head. Before he can kiss me again, however, I push him back roughly, and unbutton his skinny jeans, pushing them down. He takes the hint, and slips them off, as quickly as he can kicking them to the floor when they reach his ankles. He also takes the opportunity to yank my shorts down, leaving them in a heap with his pants.
He slams his lips back to mine, delving his tongue back into my mouth, as he tugs on the bottom of my tank top up past my panties, while my hands push his Calvins down as far as I can reach from the angle in which I’m sat.
My stomach is flipping around so hard inside my body, I feel like it could tie itself in a knot. He lets out a relieved sigh when his erection slaps against his abdomen. I muster up as much force as I can and shove him back so that he stumbles toward the opposite counter and catches himself on it staring at me completely shocked. I slide down from the granite countertop, and drop down to my knees before him, looking up at him innocently.
“Oh my God,” he moans, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. “you don’t have to, angel,” he pants shaking his head. “it’s okay-“
“I want to,” I cut him off, too hungry for him to turn down the opportunity. I look up at him and lick my lips at the thought. You can do this, I tell myself, just remember what you read about, I think, eyeing his shaft. “I need you to tell me what you want, though.”
“Oh God, anything love, please just do something I can’t take it anymore,” he whines.
I nod, and gently wrap my hand around him. Right of the bat, he hisses from getting the attention he so desperately needs right now. Small beads of pre-cum dribble from the slit of his tip, as I start to stroke him lightly. I swipe across his tip with my thumb watching him throw his head back as he lets out a long deep moan. I take a deep breath, sitting up on my knees, so I’m faced with his raspberry tip. I press a wet kiss to the head, making him twitch for sure, this time, and he chokes out a moan - not expecting me to be giving him oral. He looks down at me like he can’t believe his eyes, but he’s loving ever minute of what he sees simultaneously.
I swirl my tongue against his tip causing him to groan, and pull his bottom lip between his teeth. Two strong hands wind themselves into my hair, encouraging me to keep going as he looks down at me with such an intensity I’ve never seen cloud his perfect eyes before. I bring him into my mouth, as far as I can and hollow out my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down slowly, then picking up the pace. As my movements grow quicker, Harry’s moans grow louder and more frequent.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” he pants, clenching his eyes shut, as I slip my mouth from around him with a pop.
“Did I do something wrong?” I stare up at him confused.
“No! No Angel, you didn’t,” he rasps, reaching for my arms to raise me back up to my feet where they wobbly connect with the hardwood. “Jus’ want to cum inside you’s all.” Just as fast as he had placed me on the counter before, he lifts me up by the underside of my thighs, and wraps them around his waist, carrying me to our shared bedroom after scooping up our discarded clothing in one hand with the other holding me in place. The only layer between us is my pair of red lacy panties, which I am lucky I wore tonight. In a flash, we rush past the pink seashell covered wallpaper, and I hear the door creak open when he reaches behind me. We both cringe at the noise, growing tense as we silently hope it didn’t wake Robin up, given our rooms are literally separated by one wall. I hoped so deeply in that moment that that wall was thick.
Harry whips around and locks the door behind use before rushing over to the bed, dropping both of us on top of it. The cold tacky quilt pressed to my suntanned back, sending an extra wave of bliss through me. My shirt is practically ripped from my body, as he pushes my back down against the bed, running a hand down from the bottom of my bra while he stares at my skin.
My bra is the next piece of clothing to hit the floor, before he kissed a trail of wet kisses down from my collarbones, between my breasts, all the way down to my underwear. My impatience makes me squirm underneath him. Just as his fingers hook into the waistband of the garment, slipping them from my legs he looks at me, and I know exactly what he wants, but I can’t give it to him.
“Harry, please,” I pant, “just fuck me,” I whine throwing my head back.
“Shit,” he groans, reaching up to pull the nightstand drawer open. Without even blinking, he yanks the box open and grabs a packet from inside. I sit up and snatch the foil square from his hand, tearing it open with my teeth. He inhales sharply as I roll the latex down every inch of him. I lie back down and allow him to lean forward so that our chests are only inches apart.
“You ready, love?” he asks one last time. I nod eagerly, as he presses his swollen tip to my entrance, and drags his hips forward. I feel the familiar burn of my sensitive flesh as I stretch to accommodate his size. This time, though, there’s no pain. My nails dig into his back as I brace myself when he pulls back before thrusting himself back in. But the pain never comes. He continues his movements, slowly, only making me want it more. Making me want him to fuck me properly.
He kisses and nips at my next, running his tongue over the surely reddened skin, undoubtedly leaving his mark on me, as he groans. “Harry,” my voice pulls his attention from my neck. I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Harry, Please give it to me faster” I whimper quietly. He groans in pleasure at my words, letting them sink in. My words are all it takes for him to starting thrusting faster. He grabs my hips roughly, the tips of his fingers digging into my back tightly as he tilts my hips up slightly, pushing even deeper inside me.
I moan at the filthy sounds of his skin slapping against mine, dragging my nails down his back. When the tip of him hits my g-spot my head shoots up and my jaw falls open in ecstasy. The feeling is mind-blowing and causes me to clench around him, which earns a deep dark groan from him.
“Look a’ you love,” his voice is an entire octave lower while his dark eyes stare at me with desire, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth while he continues to pound into me, “such a good girl. Taking me so well.” His words send another wave of pleasure through me. I feel my stomach growing tighter and tighter as our moans fill the air of the small room. “Fuck,” he moans reaching down to rub my clit as he continues to snap his hips forward roughly, pushing me further and further toward the edge, “cum for me, cum all over my cock,” His face scrunches up in as his thrusts get sloppier, indicating that he’s close.
“Fuck,” he gasps, “m’cumming,” he cries out. With one last deep curl of his hips, I feel him reach his climax inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. His quiet gasps combined with both of our pants is the only sound in the room.
“My God, love,” he sighs. I close my eyes, as I try to calm my ragged breaths. Our bodies now covered in a slight sheen of sweat, he presses his damp forehead to the side of my neck as we come down from our highs. He pulls himself out, slowly, and gets up to rid himself of the condom in the en suite bathroom bin.
“Remind me to empty the trash before we leave,” he smirks, as he walks back toward the bed where I lay, extending his arms for me to take. I snake my hands across his arms as he pulls me from the bed and walks me to the shower. Turning the handle and lifting his foot inside, he pulls me inside with him. The water rains down on us as he wraps his strong arms around me, stroking the back of my now wet hair as I press a kiss to his collarbone and lean my head against him just as I did the first time we showered together.
“So good to me,” he mumbles into my hair, “don’t deserve you, angel,” he hums shaking his head. I pull my head back and send him a bewildered look.
“You don’t deserve me?!” I ask, absolute dumbfounded, with a sarcastic laugh, “Harry, look where we are. Because quite frankly, I don’t deserve you. You do so much for me, and for my sister, and giving this day, today. Harry, I couldn’t ever possibly thank you enough for what you’ve done for us.”
“You don’t have to thank me though pet because I love you,” he shrugs, smiling at me softly. I return my head to its original position against his skin and close my eyes.
“I love you. So much, Harry,” I mumble.
“Gwen!” my father shouts, panicked, “they’re here…” he nods, “they know,” he mutters frantically. I can see a tear fall from his eye.
My mother grabs me and hauls me upward by her grip under my armpits, resting me on her hip. “What do we do?” she asks, growing frantic, searching my father’s face for answers.
“Mommy, What’s going on?” I whimper in fright. She looks from me to my dad, who shakes his head, not allowing her to answer my question.
“Sweetheart,” he calls out, “I have to go, okay?” he asks.
“But…why daddy?” I ask, as my lip quivers and my eyes brim with tears.
“One day, you’ll understand, okay?” he asks nodding questioningly to me. Just then the front door bursts open revealing several men – decked out head to toe in protective gear, with guns, immediately drawing their aim to my father…law officers.
“You seriously thought you could get away with it, Wilkinson?” one officer sneers, “pathetic,” he spits as a third officer draws my dad’s arm behind his back with such a force that he groans in pain.
“Please, just let me say goodbye,” my father begs, sobbing as he stares at his daughter – stares at me – knowing he’s never going to see me again.
“Not a chance in hell,” the first officer spits, nodding for the two others to drag him out the door.
“Dean!” my mother calls out, sobbing, as she tries to maintain her grip on me, so as not to drop me. He tries to call back to her as they carry him backward into the unknown.
“Gwen, I love-“ but the front door slams back shut, and my mother places me to my feet, as she falls to her knees, completely broken inside.
“Mommy,” I start to cry harder.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” she coos, wrapping her arms around me before pulling me into her to hold me close, “everything’s going to be okay,” she lied as I cried into her neck and the both of us shook with every sad sob that left our lungs…
I woke with a start to find myself sitting in the passenger seat of the car as Harry drove the three of us home.
“You alright, love?” he asks, quickly looking over at me then back to the road as he awaited my response.
“Yeah” I lied, with the most convincing tone I could forcing a smile his way, “everything’s fine…but I need a favor…”
It took quite a bit of convincing, but because I knew my stepdad wouldn’t be home for at least another half an hour, Harry reluctantly agreed. He pulled the black range rover into the driveway of my childhood home, throwing the gear in park. I look back and make sure Robin’s still asleep in her seat. I nod to myself at the sight of her snoring lightly and turn back around while I reach to undo my seatbelt. Cold fingertips brush against my hand in an attempt to grab my attention. I pull my gaze to where he’s sat, but I don’t look him in the eye.
“Take your time…and if you need me don’t hesitate. Say something to me. ‘ m right here, okay? Not going anywhere love.” his voice is demanding, but soft. He says it in a sweet way that still enforces the fact that he doesn’t like this idea. I nod and click my seatbelt undone, sliding it from my right shoulder before I pull the handle to open the car door and slip out, closing it shut as quietly as I can to avoid waking my sister up. Clearly, a common theme this weekend.
I trudge up to the old navy blue front door with the glass window in the middle. The blinds are shut, which I take as a positive because I don’t want my mom to hesitate to open the door. Given how our last interaction went, I take it she might react that way. With one big deep breath, I close my eyes and exhale quickly before opening them and knocking on the door loud enough for her to hear from anywhere in the house. At the given hour, she could be anywhere within the small two-story suburban home. Muffled footsteps pull me from my thoughts as the door slides open to reveal my surprised mother. Suddenly, my confidence is faltering. I take in another breath before I finally get the words out.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I ask, with my fists clenching by my sides with apprehension. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
Summery: Reader is pregnant, and struggles to tell Sherlock the big news.
Convincing Sherlock Holmes to marry her was hard enough. Y/N really didn’t want to convince him to have kids, because if there was one man on this earth who could reason, it was Sherlock Holmes.
Of course, as she stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand, she realized she wouldn’t have much choice but to at least try. And now, he couldn’t even truly argue against it.
Y/N let out a long sigh, not looking forward to the trial to come. She knew that when he got home, she wouldn’t stand a chance at hiding the secret. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew. But either way, she knew she had to tell him.
So, gathering her courage, Y/N left the bathroom after throwing the test away, making no attempt to hide it. Her husband would find out soon enough. She went to the living room and sat in Sherlock’s chair, trying her very best not to freak out. Tapping her feet, she impatiently waited for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, she heard the door open downstairs, and familiar footsteps as he arrived. “Oh, god…” she muttered.
As he opened the door, she gave him her best smile, eyes drawn to the dark curls that were even more disorderly than normal. “Hello, love,” he said nonchalantly.
“How was the case?” she asked, avoiding the upcoming conversation.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he strode over to her. “It was… Good. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. Just a long day.”
Sherlock sighed. “No, something is wrong. What is it? You can tell me.”
And suddenly, all conscious and reasonable thought left Y/N’s mind as her mouth suddenly formed and uttered the words, “I’m pregnant.”
The affect was immediate. Sherlock’s eyes widened and his lips parted slightly as a look of shock and confusion swept over his features. And stuck.
His face stayed unmoving, eyes not even blinking as Y/N stared up at him. “Sherl…?” She looked at him with concern before waving a hand in front of his face. “Oh, god. Oh god, oh my god!”
Scrambling, she dialed her phone to the only number she could think of that would help. She waited anxiously as it rang.
John’s voice filled the line. “Hello?”
“I broke him,” Y/N said desperately.
“Y/N? Is that–what? Who, Sherlock?”
“Yes, Sherlock! He stopped moving, he’s just staring, John! I broke him!” She began to pace.
“What did you do?”
“I told him I’m pregnant!”
There was a pause. “Are you?”
She frowned. “No, John, I told him for the hell of it. Yes, I’m pregnant!”
“OH MY GOD JUST TELL ME HOW TO FIX HIM!”
There was a sigh on from John’s end. “Just slap him, that should do the trick.”
“Slap him. A nice good one, that’ll snap him out of it.”
She stopped pacing. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Now slap your husband.”
She sighed and hung up, turning back to Sherlock, who still hadn’t moved. She muttered an apology before drawing her hand back and hitting him square across the face. He stumbled a bit before he over came his shock and looked up at her.
“Yep.” She looked at the ground. “S-sorry…”
Her head shot up at the sound of his chuckle. “For what?”
“Well, slapping you for one.” She looked down again. “For being pregnant, too, I suppose.”
Suddenly, arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. “Don’t be sorry. I mean, as long as its mine.”
She chuckled. “Of course it is. You’re not mad?”
He smiled and held her tighter. “Nope. I was just a bit… Well, shocked.”
Request: Could you write a plus size reader x dog!dean and like dean gets turnedinto a large dog by a witch and Y/N and dean like each other and it’s fluffywhile he’s a dog but someone like is mean about Y/N’s weight and dean like
growls or bites? Fluff pls.
A/N: I actually really like this and for the person that requested this, please tell me if I did good or not with this. I’m kind of nervous and can totally rewrite it, if you want! BTW this is my first ever one shot where one of the characters get turns into a animal. OH! and feel free to send in requests, you guys always have the greatest ideas!!
You wake to the sound of loud
barking echoing through the halls of the bunker. Pushing yourself up from your
bed the soft blankets fall off your chest and land in your lap as you hold your
dying head in hands. Your head pounded against your skull from last night’s
celebratory round of drinks with the boys. The three of you had successfully
finished a hunt, killing a witch that was murdering any woman who came in
contact with her cheating husband. At first, you understood where she was coming from, there may or not have
been a time where you had to burn a scumbag boyfriend’s clothes, but killing
anyone who had breasts that he ever met was never on your list of revenge.
Barking still filled the bunker and
you cover your ears with your cold hands, trying anything to stop your head
from hurting even more. Suddenly your shut eyes snap open when realization hits
you. You don’t have a dog. The barking stops almost as quickly and you glance
up staring at the half opened door to your bedroom. Only to see it be pushed open
by an invisible stranger, soft sounds like paws clicking against the floor of
your room enters and it soon started to feel like the first five minutes to
every horror movie you had ever seen.
Your hand moves behind you careful
to only inch slowly underneath your pillow for the knife you kept hidden under
there. You grip the hilt of the blade as a mess of dark fur jumps up onto the
bed and what you see next makes you want to blush from embarrassment. It was
just a dog. A big, shaggy, adorable dog and one that was now making itself
comfortable at the foot of your bed.
“Sam! Dean!” You
cry out warily and push the rest of the blankets off of you and stand up. The
cold air hits your bare legs, the plaid boxers and Zeppelin t-shirt not doing
much to keep you warm and you wrap your arms around yourself. The dog lifts its
head to look at you, worry almost seeming to flash in its dark bead like eyes.
Sam soon comes rushing in; himself also dressed in his standard night ware,
panic masking his disheveled and tired expression.
“Y/N, what—“ He
stops when his eyes trail over to where the dog now laid nonchalantly.
something you want to tell me, Sam?” You ask him, your hand gesturing towards the
dog that had now started to chew on the comforter.
“What? It’s not
mine!” He reacts defensively,
certainly not mine! You’re the one always going on and on about wanting a dog!”
“Dean would kill
me if I even brought the smell of a dog inside the Impala, why would I get
You were at a loss for words, it was
true. Dean Winchester was not a dog fan especially when it came to his baby,
“Well, where did
it come from then?” Sam then almost looks like a light bulb went off in his
head and grabs a quarter off of your dresser, walking slowly over towards the
dog. It was a solid five seconds before you realized he was testing if the mutt
was actually a shapeshifter. You blamed not thinking of this sooner on your
grogginess. He stands up reluctantly, after brushing the silver coin against
the fur of the dog.
“Well, it’s not a
shifter.” You sat down next to the dog as Sam speaks and you pet the mysterious
mutt for the first time.
“Hey, Sam have
you seen Dean?” You call out as you walk into the kitchen, seeing Sam feed a
piece of bacon to the dog.
haven’t. S’pose he’s still in his room?” He replies as the dog finishes off the
bacon from Sam’s fingertips.
like him,” You respond in passing and Sam gets up from his seat.
“Nothing has been
sounding like him since the mark.” The reminder hits you hard. The Mark of
Cain, the bane of your existence. Never did you wish something hadn’t ever been
thought of. It was not more what it did to Dean but what it made him think of
himself after. That he was some kind of monster. That he didn’t deserve to be saved.
But how you knew he was wrong. He was the only man you’d ever known to be more
deserving then to be helped, to be saved.
“Y/N?” Sam asks
knocking you out of your thoughts, you reply with a quick huh before sitting on
the same chair Sam was previously in. “I said I was going to go check on him.”
“Oh, okay. Tell
him to get his sweet ass here before I kick it, will ya?”
“Sure thing,” He
laughs out his response, leaving you alone with the furry mutt and you roughly
pet him (something Sam found out).
You put your hands under the dogs face, pulling it gently to look at you and
“Your gonna love
Dean, don’t worry he can be a little rough around the edges at first but he’s a
good guy under all that.” You pet him on the top of his head and say, “I
promise,” for extra effect. Your eyes wander to the plate of bacon next to you
and you’re almost tempted to grab a bite of one but quickly push the thought
away. You had not been happy with how you look recently, more specially your
weight and have been trying to stick to the strict diet Sam gave you, but one
can only eat rabbit food for so long. And you felt like you weren’t even losing
any weight, all this dieting did was remind you why you were doing it. You look
over to the happy dog and pat him softly on the head, and it nuzzles its nose
in the palm of your hand. Almost making you forget about your worries.
It wasn’t long till you heard Sam,
clumsily run into the kitchen, his hand clutching what you assumed to be one of
“Hey, what’s wr—“
You ask but are cut off as you stand to be on the same level as the worried
Winchester, even though he’s a good foot taller.
“I don’t think we
killed the witch.” He blurts out,
“Yeah right, I
stabbed that bitch myself.”
“Well, that must
not have killed her. Look!” Sam’s hand goes flying into the side pocket of
Dean’s jacket, pulling out an old hex bag.
“And I think I
know where that dog came from.” You look at him, your mind still caught in
knots in how the witch wasn’t dead, “this is some kind of changing hex. I think
it might’ve, you know changed Dean into…”
“Wait.” You stop
him, “you’re saying this witch turned him into a dog?” Suddenly a loud bark
comes from behind you and both Sam and you turn to look at the animal wagging
“Uh, I’d take
that as a yes.” Sam says and you can’t help but burst into loud laughter
causing the dog—Dean, to bare his teeth.
Two days. Two days and Dean was still a dog, and you and Sam still were not
any closer to finding the witch. You both had sat uncomfortably surrounded by
books, anything to find how to reverse the spell and Dean was not making it
easy. With his constant barking and growling and it was more than once you or
Sam had remind him you guys couldn’t actually understand him. But it wasn’t all
bad; in fact you almost liked Dean better this way especially when he would
sleep at the edge of your bed butterflies would dance inside your stomach, but
you still missed the old Dean. The one where you could stare into his bright
green eyes all day, the whole situation was just really confusing.
After the third time, Dean had
barked loud and continually Sam slammed his book shut causing you to jump back
“Dean, would you
just shut up?” He yells towards Dean and he gave a couple mocking barks in
response. Sam turns his head towards you, his eyes pleading and you give a
large sigh before slapping your hands on the table and pulling yourself up.
“Hey boy!” You say
to Dean, over exaggerating the dog talk, “How about we go for a walk?” You
could almost swear you saw Dean’s infamous bitch face but was soon overshadowed
by the wagging of his brown tail.
The hot sun cascades in brilliant
yellow rays as you walk Dean down the grey sidewalk, passing shop by shop and
you were quickly regretting ever taking him. Every time a relatively attractive
woman would pass by, Dean would tug on the leash you had on him and watch the
girls saunter away. And every time you felt your heart sink and the strong urge
to whack his nose with a rolled up newspaper. Suddenly, you feel another tug
from Dean and you were two steps away from yelling at him to quit it when you
looked up to see the local bar. Everything clicking into place, you refrain
from saying anything but instead kneel down so you’re eye level with best
you tell him, looking at his dark eyes only making you miss his bright green
ones more, “sign says no dogs aloud.”
Dean’s head looks past your shoulder
to see the white sheet of paper the said in bright red letters, “NO DOGS” and
his face falls. All of a sudden, soft shade blocks the sun from your face and
you look up to see three girls, all in tight tank tops to over accentuate their
breasts standing above you.
“If you would
kindly move your fat ass that would be great,” the tallest of the three said,
looking judging towards you. You stand up, leaving Dean to sit on the hot
pavement and stare at the three.
“Excuse me?” You
ask them, generously giving the girl a chance to change what she said before you’d
knock out her perfect teeth.
“I told you to
get you ugly, fat ass out of the way. Your blocking everyone with your huge love
handles.” She says again and her words hit you, hard and it takes you longer to
respond. Her friends looked smug at your silence.
“I’m sorry, did
she hurt your feelings?” The only brunette of the three girls ask, patronizingly
slow but when she doesn’t think her words hit home she adds, “Is giganticor
gonna cry?” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and that’s when Dean
jumps to his paws and growls angrily towards them, baring his teeth and
“Would you take
control of your dog?!” One of them freaks but that almost seems to spure Dean
on and he barks even louder, causing at least two to shriek in girlish yelps.
You grab on your leash pulling him back to try and stop him.
“Dean!” You yell
over him and his angered fit suddenly stops as his head lifts up to look at
you. You mouth, its okay before
pulling him away and leaving the frightened trio. When you’re a safe distance
away you kneel back down to look at him.
“What the hell
was that for, Dean?!” His eyes flash with concern and a soft cry comes from the
back of his throat and your voice lowers from angry.
“Hey, that was nice what you did
back there, but I can take it. I’m a big girl; I tie my own shoes and
everything. I don’t need you looking out for me.” He places a brown paw on your
bended knee and smile warmly to him knowing what Dean would probably be saying
right now. Suddenly, of what the three bitches were saying comes rushing back
to you and your heart sinks a little bit more. It was more that they said those
things in front of Dean, the man you had been madly in love with for a year and
a half. As you stand up, you can’t help but mutter under your breath, “it’s not
like they didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
You were so caught up in the mess of
thoughts you missed the sad look of adorable dog that was Dean Winchester.
You wake the next day, but not to
the soft press of fur between your skin and comfortable blankets but instead to
strong arms and the strong smell of old dog. You open your eyes to find Dean’s
arms wrapped firmly around you, his body pressed behind you as his face lay in
the crook of your neck. He was back! He was normal!…..He was practically
spooning you. The thought hits you and you have to refrain from gasping.
Suddenly you hear the sound of your phone buzz harshly against the top of your
nightstand. You reach for it careful not to stir Dean from his slumber.
1 message. Shown against the screen and you clicked it open.
Sam sent you text, short and sweet. Found
the witch last night when you were walking Dean, was hiding in some abandoned
apartment, is he normal?
You smile and
quickly reply with a yes but before you could hit send Dean shifted against
you, you could feel his lips move along the back of your neck when he spoke.
beautiful, okay? You got that?”
You place the phone back on the
nightstand and turn yourself around so you were facing him. His eyes were
filled with sincerity and you unwillingly smile towards him.
“I got it.” You
respond he smiles back, even though you didn’t believe a word he was saying you
knew that he at least believed it. And that made all the difference. The man of
your dreams believed you were beautiful.
“Good. I was worried
I was gonna have to go into some long chick flick speech to convince you. You
just need to not worry what those bitches said, I think your beautiful and you
His words made tears well up in your
eyes and you quickly try to laugh it away.
“So, I guess
being a dog made you quite the insightful one.” You joke and he smiles, pushing
away a strand of hair behind your ear.
and full, I had no clue how much a dog can actually eat. I was seriously always
hungry!” You both laugh at his comment, letting the morning wash over you. Your
phone buzzing with worried texts from Sam, since you never really got back to
replying, but to be honest you couldn’t hear him over yours and Dean’s
On the day S.H.E.L.D fell your life fell with it. You lost a lot of your friends since half of them were with H.Y.D.R.A, your main source of income and your home. You had nothing to fall back on, but you were good friends with Steve Rogers, the only person you could trust anymore. He convinced Tony to let you stay at the Avengers tower until you got your life back.
When you first arrived at the tower, you found out that you weren’t the only friend Steve convinced Tony to let stay. Bucky was also staying at the tower, which you loved. You developed feeling for him from the story’s Steve told about him from when they were little and grown up. You could honestly call what you felt for him love, meeting him in person proved that.
You thought that he was
brave and nice and not to mention handsome. He was kind, even with his
rough exterior. He was shy and kept to himself and could be awkward at
times, but it wasn’t his fault. It was all H.Y.D.R.A’s. Though, you had to admit, you thought some of Bucky’s awkward tendency were really cute and adorable.
Bucky were the only people in the tower and you were in your room watching some TV. At one point, you heard your stomach growl so you went to the kitchen to get food.
When you walked into the kitchen, you saw Bucky bent over the counter doing something, and better yet, he was shirtless. Your breath hitched and you felt your cheeks heat up when you saw that. You have seen him shirtless in pictures, but you were not prepared for the real thing.
few minutes of him not realizing that you where there, which is weird
for someone of his skill set, you coughed, causing him jump a bit, which in turn made you laugh.
“Oh, hey (F/N). Didn’t see you there.” he said
shyly as he turned to you. He gave you a slight smile and put his head back down, turning
back to what he was doing.
“Hey. What are you up to?” you asked,
starting to walk towards him. He heard you coming over and quickly grabbed
the thing he was working on off the counter. You just stared at him, confused by his sudden action.
Bucky kept his head down and walked
to the other side of the kitchen, cursing himself under his breath. Bucky loved you too, probably more then you loved him. When he came back, the only person he trusted was Steve, his closest and dearest friend. Then Steve introduced him to you and suddenly, the world didn’t seam so shady and dark anymore. He had been wanting to tell you how he really felt for a long time now, but the closest he’s ever gotten is thinking of saying when you were near.
He was scared to tell you. You were a strong, stable and beautiful women. Why would you want to deal the baggage and pain being with him would give you. He knew that if he didn’t tell you, he would regret it.
quickly glanced up at you and decided he was going to do this now. He
walked up to you and lightly tapped your shoulder. You turned around and he handed you something before speed walking out of the kitchen. You were even more confused now.
You looked down at what he gave you to see a folded up piece of paper. You opened it up and read what it said.
Hey (F/N). I’m just going to say it. No explaining.
I love you
froze for a minute and read it 50 more times before running to Bucky’s room, almost tripping over your own feet. You
stopped once you reached the door and was about to knock, but stopped
yourself. You looked down at the paper and uncertainty began to fill
your for some reason. You went back to the kitchen and grabbed a pen.
On the back of the paper, you wrote meet me in the living room and slid it under his door. Bucky looked over at the door and saw the paper. He read it and went to the living room, as ordered.
“Can we talk instead of using notes?” you asked, hearing him come in.
“What is there to say. I told you how I felt in the note and in the most simplest way possible.” Bucky sighed. You suddenly stood up and stomped over to him, almost slapping him. Bucky could see
how pissed off you were and was scared and confused at your reaction.
a man and say it to my face. I always thought the winter solider was a man of action, not
of words.” you said sternly. You wanted him to say it face to face
instead of using these stupid notes. That was only way you would be certain about all of this. You knew the risks of being with Bucky all too well, they were the same risks that came with your job, but you would gladly be with him despite that. All he has to do is say the words.
Suddenly, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, smashing his lips against yours. You automatically fell into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
“I love you.” Bucky said as he pulled away.
love you too.” you grinned. Bucky gave you a loving smile before placing his lips on your once again.
the front door opened and all the Avengers came pilling in, chatting among themselves, but the chatter stopped when they saw both of you
in each other arms. For a moment, the tower was silent with everybody staring at you two and you staring back at them, but it was broken
by Steve’s cheering and clapping.
“You finally got your girl.” Steve laughed, pulling Bucky away from you and wrapping his arms around his shoulder.
up.” Bucky said quietly, extremely embarrassed. You were saddened by Bucky’s
sudden absence but it was quickly replaced by Natasha’s embrace.
told he felt the same.” she giggled, hopping up and down. You
hugged Nat back, but you were focused on Bucky who was looking right back
at you, only sparring a few minutes to the men.
“Congratulations my dear friends!” Thor yelled with a huge grin on his face.
“Let’s get a drink to celebrate.” Tony said, already heading for the
door. Clint seconded that option, following right behind Tony. Bruce stood off a bit when Tony
mentioned alcohol, but he would still go. Tony was his science buddy
after all and he was too awkward to say no.
“Even though that
sounds great, I think I’ll stay here. I mean, you got the good stuff.”
you said. You kept shooting looks in Bucky’s direction, telling him to stay too. He
stared at you confused until he finally got the
“Oh yeah. Me too.” he stuttered a bit. Natasha got off
you and gave you a knowing grin. Tony gave Bucky the same grin and did
that thing with his eyebrows.
“Fine, have fun by yourselves.” Steve sighed. Everybody let out little snickers as they tried to hold in there laughter as Steve looked around confused. It was amazing how Steve was a grown man but acted like a teenager when it came to certain things.
the plan.” you said with a cute smile, looking right at Bucky. Steve looked even
more confused. Tony completely lost it and ended rolling around on the floor.
me to explain, cap.” Tony said, heading to the door and bringing Steve
with him. As Tony explained, you could see Steve’s eyes widen and his
face get red. You had to stop yourself from falling to the ground too from
laughter when you saw the way he glanced back at you and Bucky.
waved goodbye and went to the door, still giving you the same look,
while Clint and Bruce just awkwardly shuffled out of the room
Once the door closed, you and Bucky stood there for a few minutes and smile and one another.
“So, what do you want to do?” you asked.
“Snuggle?” he simply replied, making your heart melt. He was so sweet. He was more experienced then Steve, but at times, he had the same thought process when it came to this kind of thing.
“Sure.” you smiled. Bucky took your hand in his and led you over to the couch. Both of you sat down. You snuggled into Bucky’s chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you close.
The two watched TV and stayed like that for the rest of the night, content in each others arms.
“Hurry up!” He hollered at the top of his lungs as he forced himself to run faster, despite the way his knees cried and ached for nothing but help. He cried, feeling the hot wound on the edge of his thigh gave way to nothing. With whatever energy he had left, he held onto his leg as he limped away, ignoring how tight his tuxedo felt on his slim body as he sprinted away from the scene. He held the gun close to his heaving chest and began shooting down more people in the blink of an eye as he made himself stand up again. I caught up with him not too long after, my heart thumping in my chest as I pulled my dress, which was helplessly following behind me like a lost puppy until I tore off the thick mushroom cup off the waistline of my dress.
You sat on the couch, cuddled up to Jiho. You wiggled your bare feet, and he chuckled and pulled them between his knees to keep them warm. The two of your had been best friends since you had accidentally bumped into him at the airport and the two of you had started talking.
You had grown particularly fond of him. So fond, it’s seemed, that you had started to develop feelings towards him. But how could Jiho, ZICO, fall for a simple girl he bumped into at the airport by accident? When women, models, idols, were throwing themselves at his feet?
But here you were, friendly but intemately cuddling with this narrow-eyed God. You were in his apartment, 20 stories high, with a beautiful view over the city with the right wall of the apartment being made completely out of glass. You were watching some variety shows together, and the deep chuckle rumbling though his chest from time to time made your heart skip a beat.
Without you noticing Jiho had been staring at you for a while, watching what his actions did to you. He glanced at the screen and chuckled and the events on the screen, eyes shooting back at you to see you shudder. The arteries in your neck were pumping blood fast, your skin rapidly moving up and down. He reached his hand forward to rest on your naked thigh.
You shuddered and looked up at him. He didn’t look at you though, his eyes glued to the screen. You tried to focus on the show as he started to draw paterns on your thigh, his other hand traveling up to caress your neck, feeling your pulse.
‘Hmm, someone’s heart is over-working a bit..’
He said as his nails traced the veins.
'Are you nervous, (y/n)?’
Your breath hitched. He leaned down and kissed your just under your ear.
'Do I make you nervous, (y/n)?’
You didn’t answer, but your hands had subconsiously trailed up his chest and that was enough for him.
He pulled you on his lap, bringing his face close to yours.
'Answer me, (y/n). Do I make you nervous? Do I excite you? Do I make your heart race and your thoughts blur?’
You leaned down, lips almost touching his.
'What do you think yourself, you asshole?’
You harshly pushed your lips down on his. You felt his wolvish grin, and you bit down his lip, feeling his groan vibrate down your throat. His hands had slid up your legs and under your skirt, drawing light patterns on your bum with his nails. In response you bucked your hips downwards, earning a choked moan from Jiho. You clawed at his shirt, making him break away and take it off for you. His eyes had gone darker, pupils expanded. He pulled you closer, until your hips hit his chest. Your heart started pounding again, as he gently pulled your shirt over your head and kissed your stomach. He trailed his fingers down your spine and nipped at your skirt.
'Can this go?’
You stared at him for a moment, mesmerised by the utter desire in his eyes. You slowly nodded. He picked you up and sat you down on the couch. He sat on his knees on the ground and kissed you and he pulled down the zipper and slid the skirt down to the ground. He peppered your neck and shoulders with kisses, licking a line on each shoulder after he had slip your bra-strap down. His hands lingered on the clasp.
He pecked you and unclasped your bra.
'I love you.’
He send you a warm smile and took your bra off as you send him the smile back. Your lips formed the words: 'Love you too’, but he kissed them off your lips, hands brushing your ribs. Too eager to wait, he took your panties off too. He leaned back a bit, taking in your glowing form. The bright sunset outside set your figure ablaze, your hair a crown with a golden rim around you head.
He hungrily growled, leaning in to kiss your chest and forcefully grab your hips. You gasped at the sudden contact of his tongue with your breasts, kising down the valley, softly nipping your nipples and harshly kneading them. His hands started harshly massaging your hips, then moving down to your thighs, slowly trailing towards your crotch.
You moaned despirately. Jiho looked up at you.
'What is it?’
The devilish gleam in his eyes was too obvious.
'I need you..’
'Where you do need me?’
He had leaned over so his lips were at your ear.
'I need you.. there.’
He slid his hands to your chest.
He slid them to your ass, gave it a harsh squeeze.
He had sat himself back on his knees.
He leant down, breathing on your outer lips. He tapped a light kiss on them.
You moaned as his deep voice send chills through your body, and he continued kissing. Forcefull, hot open-mouthed kisses. He licked from the downside up, lightly brushing your clit with his nose. You had been digging your nails in the couch, but you shot your hands foward and tangeled them in his hair, pushing him closer to you.
'Stop your teasing, young man.’
You lightly giggled as Jiho chuckled appreciative and pulled you down a bit so he could get a better angle. He spread your folds, put his lips over yor entrance and sucked harshly. Your whole body jerked forward as he sucked up what you had already released.
You moaned out as he stuck one slender finger in. He curled up slowly, finger bouncing off of every rim inside of you. He pulled it out and sat up slightly as he held his moist finger in front of his face. You stared at him as he slowly slid it into his mouth, licked it clean and pulled it out again. He saw you looking at him in concentration, smirked deviously and ducked down again. This time he went to nipping at and around your clit. When he had found the perfect angle to hit the bundle of nerves at, he stayed there for a while, while you locked his head between your legs out of desperation. Jiho just continued while massaging your thigh with one hand and stretching you with the other.
'Jiho-hnnGG. Jiho-so close..’
You sighed out as he slapped your as and came up immediatly. You pouted, feeling the throbbing between your legs, and the knot that was vaguely fading. Jiho smiled and kissed your knees. He got up and rid himself of his pants and underwear. He was about to settle between your legs when you put a hand on his smooth chest.
'Is something wrong (y/n)? We don’t have to go this far if you don’t want to.’
But instead you pushed in into the couch and setteled on his lap, fully sitting down so he slid into you. He gasped and moaned, and it was your turn to lean into his neck to whisper in his ear.
'I think, ZICO, that I have let you lead for long enough now, and that’s it’s MY turn to be dominant.’
Jiho groaned again, grabbing your ass and bucking his hips up a bit because you weren’t moving.
I felt like it was getting a bit too long-ish, so I decided to leave the rest to the imagination.
(If you really want me to I can always write a part 2)
Sorry this took 3 days to upload, I was clearing out the ask-box but also wanted to start picking up writing more actual fics, so I came up with this. I WILL still be doing ships and gif-reactions, bc those are my fave, but I needed a bit of a break.
This is my first smut EVER!!! What do you think? How bad am I?
Summary: How did you fall asleep? Your eyes were only closed for a moment and now you’re going to be late for your train. Taehyung, what should I do?
Pairing:Taehyung (V) x Female!Reader Featuring: Yoongi (Suga), Namjoon (Rap Mon) Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut Contains: explicit language, cheating, that smut though Actual Word Count: 3.1k
Author’s Note: Alright, here is my attempt making things lewd… I don’t know how many days in a row I’ve opened up the story’s file to complain to my best friend about not knowing how to write a good sex scene… But I tried just for you guys!
You slowly opened your eyes to be faced with darkness, the only source of light is coming from a street lamp out the window. You scanned the room, squinting without your glasses. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. This isn’t the living room. Realising you’re in a bed, you instantly sat up and kicked off a blanket. You quickly turned your head to find Taehyung asleep next to you. How did I get here?
I feel like this idea is so played out and over written, but I am such a slut for bestfriend!michael and the idea of drunk michael I couldn’t resist writing my own.
“Need a ride there, buddy?” You slowed your car down in front of your best friends favorite bar. You had gotten a phone call from the drunk boy rambling about his thoughts on loyalty and dicks before chicks. After a few minutes of being sufficiently confused you had gathered that Luke left with a girl leaving Michael without a ride home. So of course you’d paused your movie, rolled out of bed, and made your way to the car in your pajamas to go retrieve your hilariously drunken friend. Michael stood at the curb waiting for you, slightly swaying back and forth a little dazed from the alcohol.
“(Y/N)!!!” He shouted, arms punching into the air with excitement. You let out a loud laugh at his child like enthusiasm and leaned over pushing the passenger door open for him. He made his way over to your car, only tripping over his big combat boots once. He plopped down on the seat letting out a loud oofff.
“Thank youuuu, (Y/N). You are THE best friend. The very best. Did you know that? The best,” Michael said loudly. He began to make sad attempts at buckling his seat belt. Trying to clumsily push the buckle into the lock never being able to make it in the slot just right, and every time he got close the seat belt would lock not allowing him anymore slack. He let out a big sigh and flopped back in his chair, the belt slapped back up with a loud smack.
“Your seat belt is broken, (Y/N). You should really get that thing fixed. It’s very dangerous to not have a seat belt (Y/N). Very dangerous and very broken,” He said dramatically. You chuckled as you leaned across him over to grab the abandoned belt. Your chest brushed against his when you reached for the seat belt.
“Whoa there missy. You gotta take me out to dinner before you make these kind of moves on me. What kind of guy do you think I am?” Michael said with wide eyes. You shook your head in disbelief a smile on your face, quickly buckling his seat belt with ease and returning to your seat.
“You’re dumb,” You let out another laugh. You’d forgotten how chatty Michael got when he was drunk. You also forgot how hilarious he was when he acted like this. “I promise I won’t ever make any kind of those moves on you,” You told him. Not that you didn’t think about doing those kinds of things with Michael. Those thoughts occupied your mind quite often. How his lips would feel moving against yours. How his body would feel pressed against yours without all the restriction of clothing. How you just knew his fingers would be talented for something other than playing the guitar, something that would end with you screaming his name from inside your bedroom instead of from a seat in a crowded arena. But that wasn’t ever going to happen. You were too afraid to ruin your long time friendship. You were convinced Michael didn’t and couldn’t ever feel the same way. So you stuck with being just his best friend, nothing more.
He let out a loud sigh, “Don’t remind me.”
You shot him a confused look, “Don’t remind you of what?”
“Don’t remind me we will never do that kind of stuff with each other,” He said with a huff. You weren’t sure if you were hearing him right, but he sounded angry?
“And you are upset about this fact?” You asked, curious to hear if he was actually talking about what you thought he was.
“Well, of course!” He exclaimed dramatically. “Look at you! I would be crazy if I didn’t want to do some naughty sexy stuff with you.”
You usually would have laughed at his use of ‘naughty sexy stuff’, but you were too shocked. Before you could get caught up in the confession you were reminded of the fact Michael was very drunk. He probably didn’t have any idea what he was actually talking about.
“Mikey, you’re drunk. You don’t mean that,” You said, shaking your head lightly.
“No, I’m n-Well, okay yeah I am drunk, but I know what I am saying. I mean it,” You were taken aback with how sober he suddenly sounded. “I want to kiss you all the time, kiss you hard and fast and take your breath away. Then slow and tease you until you beg me for more. I want to feel every inch of you with my hands, mouth, tongue. All of it. I want to taste you because God knows you probably taste like heaven. I want to fuck you so hard that the only thing you can say when I’m done is my name…I don’t want to only do naughty sexy stuff though. I want to hold your hand too and kiss your forehead and cuddle you and take some fucking cutesy pictures together. Maybe take some cutesy fucking pictures too, if you know what I mean.”
You were actually speechless. That was probably the last thing you thought would come out of Michaels mouth. That was not the response you expected. You thought you were gonna get something along the lines of,”Haha of course I’m shitting you. You are so crazy (Y/N)!” You had been so distracted by his confession you hadn’t even realized you pulled into your drive way.
“BUT ALAS,” Michael said loudly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “That will never happen. I am going to be alone forever. I am going to be like that little forever alone meme. Do you remember that meme, (Y/N)? I am going to be a new meme (Y/N)! The sad boy meme who gets hard thinking about having sex with his best friend! Is that too much information? I don’t care. I want to have sex with you and now you know. Not like it matters anyway because you are you and I am me and its never gonna happen.” Once he finished he attempted to make a dramatic exit from the car, but the alcohol in his system made him a clumsy mess. You quickly got out and raced around the car to help him. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. You held onto him for a moment just to be sure he was steady enough to stand on his own. Michael took this moment to pull your body flush against his. A small gasp left your lips at the sudden contact.
“Now would it be really that bad if I kissed you right now?” You looked into his eyes then down at his lips, that were so close to yours, and pondered that exact question. What was holding you back? Let yourself have this moment. Give yourself this little thing, his lips on yours as you stand in the middle of your driveway at one in morning. Let yourself taste the alcohol on his lips, the reminder that this was all temporary, just for tonight. That this would last just until the alcohol faded away, until he had no recollection of the words he spoke and the actions he took. What would be so bad about one little kiss? So you tangled your fingers into his hair and pulled his face to you. That little touch was all the encouragement Michael needed. He dipped his head towards you and molded his lips to yours. He caught your bottom lip in between his teeth and gently tugged, eliciting a moan from you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you felt his arms tighten around your waist pulling you even closer to him. You pulled your mouth away from him, just slightly, to catch your breath from all these overwhelming feelings your were having, and he leaned his forehead against yours not hiding the smile on his lips. The feeling of your mouths on each others was exactly what you both had wanted and dreamed about. You let yourself get lost in the forests in his eyes ignoring the reality of the situation; he was going to wake up tomorrow and not remember any of this.
It was this moment when you realized exactly what was so wrong with allowing yourself a taste of him. Now that you had it you knew one little kiss would never be enough.
Summary: Alex’s work gets in the way of his well being. Reader’s well being gets in the way of Alex’s state of mind.
Word Count: 1,029 (how did I manage this)
Author’s Note: EXAMS ARE OVER! Also, I am mentally checked out for the moment, and I did not proofread this. At all. Maybe I’ll get back into the swing of things. Maybe. (ALSO: read part 2 of this fic here! (I’m not saying you’re going to want to, but the option is there.))
It was about time that the sun showed its face. Clouds overcame the sky for weeks on end, leaving the entire campus - no, the entire town - in an everlasting dismal shadow. Even when you would make your way to the nearby shopping center on the weekends, your shadow refused to venture no further than the spot where he has always hid. When you woke up on a Saturday morning with beaming rays of sun illuminating your bed-head, you planned to take advantage of it.
A/N: I added a lot of gifs because I want you readers to imagine how they’re reacting and how they’re making their facial expressions. It’s only this time that I’m putting this much gifs so even if you think they’re annoying and you hate it, please bear with it and just enjoy, thank-you. Please tell me your opinion about how I placed the gifs, thank-you! ;w;
Mentions planned suicide. Possible triggers. Love You, Chicky. xx
WORD COUNT: 3980
As she lay there staring at her hands and
arms, Y/N knew it was back. That brief point in which she was finally starting
to think things were getting better. That she had finally gained control over
the the crap cards life had dealt her.
She looked up at the light above her, the
glass crunching under her head. She was struggling to bring herself to move.
The blood pulsed through her ears, her
breathing sounded like she was screaming. She lay there knowing there wasn’t
anything else she could do for herself, at least not at the moment.
Time ticked by slowly, the second hand on
the clock mocking her, laughing at how useless she was. Letting her know it was
just a matter of time until the next one.
As her head cleared and body allowed her to
move again, she slowly pushed her herself up. Crying out as the glass dug
further into her hands and wrists. As pain tore through her back, she almost
didn’t bother sitting up. The pain was too much to bear. But she had no choice,
she would have to stop the bleeding.
She watched as red streams ran along her
palms and dripped onto the floor. She could see her life washing away with it.
And it was tempting. She had been down this road before, she had decided she
was too tired and just couldn’t keep fighting. The pain was just too much,
drifting into a world of peace, where it all stopped just seemed so much
She pulled a large piece of glass from her
hand and dropped it to the floor, followed by another and another.
She considered her life, her family, her
friends. Was she too much of a burden for them? They knew about her seizures.
They knew about her back. And we can’t forget her knees. One too many falls,
the last one into the edge of a step. While she can walk fine, they ache at
times. Just like her back. The pain so bad some days she could barely get out
But she fought it, she always did. She
found ways to manage it, enough that it made it bearable.
A rumble drew her attention to the window
and she swore. Then there was them. The Winchesters.
She had known the boys since before she
could walk. Dean had been there when she had her first fit. It had scared him
as much as it did her. They were in their teens, she remembered waking up to
him screaming at her not to die on him. Him cradling her in his arms, his tears
running down her cheeks and neck.
He had been the over protective, knight in
shining armour ever since. After her parent’s died he had made it to the motel
they were staying at, quicker than she expected. Leaving poor Sam stranded in a
He’d refused to let her go off on her own.
Refused to let her hunt, not that she could blame him. She may have had a fit
while hunting a vamp and almost got turned. Dean lost his crap with her that
night. It was the first and only time he’d ever raised his voice towards her.
First and only time she’d walked out on him.
They’d fixed things of course. She came
back later that evening, and found him still in her room. He didn’t say
anything, he just pulled her into a hug and held her tight. They lay in her bed
and she slept, comfortable, protected, safe. Even her personal demons couldn’t
get to her while he was holding her. He didn’t speak until the next morning.
‘I thought I’d lost you. That…I can’t do
it, Y/N. This life, it’s crappy enough. To have you leave me as well. I
couldn’t do it. I can’t.’
She felt his lips press against her head.
‘I don’t want you hunting anymore. It’s too
‘Weren’t you the one who told me not to let
the epilepsy control my life?’
‘That was before I saw you laying there in
a pool of your own blood, your neck ripped open.’
She felt him run his fingers along the scar
on neck. Followed by his lips, ever so gently trying to kiss it better. The
sentiment made her smile. Mary had done it to him every time he’d gotten hurt.
And it was something he had always done to her. Every injury she had ever
gotten, Dean had kissed better. Even before they could talk. Their parent’s had
video’s of Dean kissing her knee when she stumbled and was learning to walk.
Voices brought her back to reality and she
knew she should be getting something to stop the bleeding. But she couldn’t
move. She heard knocking on her motel door and watched as the handle turned.
‘I’m just saying, I think it was the
‘It’s reality not a board…’ Sam’s voice
Y/N had barely looked up when Dean was
suddenly in front of her. Yanking off his shirt, trying to stop the bleeding.
Y/N nodded. She didn’t want to burst his
bubble, he had been so excited when they realised that she hadn’t had a fit in
a while. That things might finally be looking up. That this diet thing Sam had
found on the net was working.
It had been great, her back pain had eased,
her seizures non existent, her depression fading into the sunset. Life had no
longer become about making it through each second it, she was looking into the
future, finally believing she could have a normal life. Something she had
always denied herself.
Dean’s hand ran gently over her head, she
watched as he pulled them back, blood covering them.
‘Let’s get you into better light, so I can
have a look.’
‘I’m fine, Dean. I just needed a moment,
before I got up and cleaned it up.’
‘You’re not fine. You’re losing far too
much blood and there’s still glass in those cuts,’ he spoke quietly, calmly but
under it, she knew he was freaking out.
Dean Winchester, her best friend, her protector
and the one person that was there for whenever she needed, without hesitation,
without question. He’d leave in the middle of a hunt, middle of sex with some
random if she asked or he thought even briefly that she might need him. Never
once complaining about it.
‘I’ll clean it up,’ Sam said with a smile.
‘I can do it after. It’s my fault.’
‘It’s fine, Y/N.’
Dean wrapped his arms around her and helped
her to her feet. She tried to hide the pain that tore through her back, that
ripped her apart but she couldn’t. Dean saw, he always did. She ended up
collapsing against him briefly as her back settled into place.
‘You hurt your back again?’
‘Landed wrong, I guess.’
He helped her slowly to the chair and sat
her down. He gently unwrapped her hands and looked at them. Pulling out glass,
cleaning the cuts. Stitching where it needed it.
‘How many?’ he asked, quietly.
She looked up at Sam, who nodded and walked
out giving them privacy.
Dean looked up at her.
‘I didn’t feel it coming. There was no
warning. Well, nothing I noticed.’
‘I should have given you the other room.’
‘The other room had two beds, this had
‘This had a glass table. I could have
shared with you. And that’s what’s happening tonight. Sam and you can swap.’
‘It’s not like there’s another table left
for me to fall through.’
‘No, but you can fall and I know you well
enough to know you might. I’m going to be there to catch you. Just like I have
every other time.’
She felt the tears in her eyes as she
looked at him. She was grateful for everything he did. But she couldn’t help
but feel like a burden. He wasn’t wrong, that haze that constantly surrounded
her, the one she thought she had finally started to clear was closing back over
with each passing second.
‘Didn’t you have plans tonight?’
‘Yup and that’s still happening.’
She looked at him, unsure.
‘Reruns and pizza.’
‘I thought you had a date?’
‘I did, with my one and only.’
She gave him a sad smile and shook her
head. She sat quietly while he stitched and bandaged her up.
‘You ok?’ Dean asked after a while as he
moved to recheck her head.
She nodded and looked down at the mess
covering her hands. She needed to clean up.
‘Want me to come wash your hair. At least
rinse the blood out?’ Dean offered. ‘You shouldn’t get your hands too wet, at
least not until tomorrow.’
‘There’s a hose in there, I’ll be fine.’
She stood up and went to head into the
bathroom when Dean caught her elbow.
‘It’ll be ok. It might have just been the
one. And if it’s not, we can deal.’
She pulled her arm away and headed for the
bathroom. There was no we. She felt like a burden, like the friendship was more
than one way. He did so much for her and despite her efforts she felt like she
did so little in return.
She cleaned up as best she could, and sat
on the floor of the bathroom. Not wanting to move. She thought back to how bad
things got before Sam found the diet online. She didn’t want to go back there.
A knock on the door startled her out of her
She pulled herself up and opened the door
to see Dean standing there. She noticed her bags were packed and sitting on the
‘Dean, really I’m fine here.’
‘If I admit it’s more for me then you, will
you do it without complaint.’
She looked at him questioningly.
‘Sam snores, your company’s better and I
will admit my day is always so much better when I wake up to your beautiful
face and not my brother.’
‘I bet you say that to all the women you
take home,’ she laughed.
Dean picked up her bag and took her hand
leading her outside. Sam was coming back across the carpark when he saw them
Y/N sat down on what was Sam’s bed and
watched as Dean happily moved about the room, chatting away, discussing movie
plans for the coming weekend. Telling her about the interviews they had
earlier. She gave him a small smile as he flopped down next to her in bed and
turned on the TV.
‘Do you want a heat pack or for me to rub
some oil onto your back?’
‘It’s fine. I can do it.’
‘I don’t mind. I can-.’
‘Dean, just stop!’
He looked at her like she’d slapped him.
She sighed and got up, walking out of the room, leaving him on the bed.
She felt the tears run down her cheeks. She
felt even worse now that she did before. Dean came out not long after and sat
down next to her.
‘My entire life, you’ve done nothing but
rescue me. From falling off my bike, to crappy boyfriends and this. I owe you
so much and there’s nothing I can do that will make up for what you do for me.’
‘You don’t have to do anything, Y/N. I do
it because I care, because I want to. Because it’s you. And because I’d rather
never hunt again and spend every waking hour by your side then see you hurt or
worse. You’re all I need.’
She looked down at her hands, wishing that
was true. That her friendship was enough. Dean took her hand and gently kissed
the bandage on it.
‘Your smile, your laugh, you just being
happy is enough. Knowing I helped make that happen. Well, that’s my own selfish
She felt his lips on her head, as he
shifted his arm around her and pulled her in for a hug.
‘Wanna watch TV still tonight or go out and
have a drink.’
‘I have no idea.’
She sat there, her head resting on his
‘Your stance on not dating anyone? Does it
‘I’m really not wanting to be set up with
one of your hunter friends, Dean,’ she sighed.
‘No, that wasn’t it,’ he mumbled.
‘Yes, it still stands. I’m not someone
people are wanting to date. There’s too much baggage. You can go to a bar if
you want. I’m staying in.’
‘I love you, Y/N.’
‘I love you too, Dean. But I’m still not
going to the bar.’
Sam came out of the motel, interrupting
Dean as he tried to explain things.
‘Sorry, but we have another body.’
Dean looked at Y/N unsure.
‘Go, I’m going to go inside and go to
Dean waited until she was in bed, before
grabbing his gear.
‘Can we talk later?’
He leant down and kissed her forehead,
‘Call me if anything happens.’
She nodded and watched him leave, listening
to the sound of the impala as it faded out.
She climbed out of bed and pulled some
paper and a pen from her bag and wrote Dean a note.
hate me and don’t be mad. But I can’t keep letting you do this. It’s not fair
that you feel the need to put your on life on hold because of me. You shouldn’t
have to keep rescuing me, Dean. It’s not fair. I need to learn to cope alone.
live your life, as best you can given the hunt. Go find yourself a girl, God
this got so crappy that I can’t even remember the last time you did. But go be
happy. Stop worrying about me and start enjoying your own life. I’ll be fine.
She placed it
on the bed, grabbed her bags and walked out.
She made her way to another motel in town
and booked a room. She had plans to leave, but she didn’t know how long it
would be before Dean saw the note and if the buses hadn’t left well, he’d find
her cause some issues. She sat down on the bed and considered her options. Unfortunately,
she didn’t feel like she had many. She took out the pen and paper and got to
work making one last letter.
Two hours later, she was surprised to hear
the song Can’t take my eye’s off of you-
by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. She chuckled, knowing Dean had been
playing with her phone again. He randomly went in and personalised his ringtone
when he was bored.
She waited until it went to message bank
and the alert came through for her to check it.
‘Y/N, answer the phone. Or let me know
where you are. We need to talk. And I’m not doing this over the phone.’
She listened as he struggled to stay calm,
to keep from yelling. He had been, she could hear that scratchy hoarse sound in
his voice. She felt bad for Sam, who probably coped the brunt of it.
Her phone rang again a few minutes later. And
again after that. She groaned and answered.
‘Where are you?’
‘This isn’t living your life.’
‘Where are you?’
‘Dean,’ she sighed.
‘Do not even try and justify this right
Tears burned in her eyes at the amount of
anger seething through the phone. She went to talk when he stopped her.
‘I’m not doing this over the phone. You
told me we could talk. I want my conversation. And I sure as hell want the
chance to fight you on this. Running off when I leave for a hunt. What were you
‘If I did it when you were around, you
would have stopped me.’
‘Damn straight! Now, what room number?’
She groaned and peeked out of her curtains.
‘Open the door, Y/N.’
She sighed and opened the door a crack,
only to have Dean grab her arm and pushed her gently into the room, closing the
door behind him.
‘I’m going to pretend that you didn’t even
leave that note. I’ll put it down to some kind of seizure thing. Because only
an idiot would think that I needed you out of my life. That I wasn’t enjoying
She looked to the floor and watched her
‘I’m happiest when I’m with you,’ Dean said
‘How does this not bother you? You spend
more time worrying about me then living your life.’
‘I’d worry about you if didn’t have this. I
want to worry. It’s you,’ he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. ‘There’s a
reason I don’t see other women, why I’m always around you.’
‘Because I sap the enjoyment from your
‘Because you are the enjoyment. Y/N, you
are my life. I’m not with anyone else because I’m waiting for you. God, I’ve
been waiting for you to want to date someone, anyone since we were 15.’
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at him.
‘I’ve tried to tell you, so many times. But
well, I’m not too good at obvious and your crap at subtlety.’
‘I rescue you because I have to. I can’t
not. I’m always around, because there’s no other place I’d rather be. And if
you’re hurting, then so am I. I love you and everything that comes with who you
‘No buts, the good, the bad, the ugly. All
of it. I want to be there, by choice, to catch you whenever you fall, or even
sway.’ He moved in closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. ‘I want to
hold you up and so tight that you can’t do anything other than stand tall and
strong. But if you do manage to fall, you will never hit the bottom, I won’t
She felt the tears running down her cheeks.
She felt him lightly kiss her cheeks and her eyes. Before softly placing a kiss
on her lips. He pulled back slightly and looked at her before kissing her
again. This time with so much passion and love, she thought she might combust.
As she came out into the bedroom later, she
found Dean sitting on her bed reading something. She watched as he wiped his
face, his eyes red, his cheeks damp. And realised he had found the letter she
wrote earlier. She swore silently. He was going to be pissed.
Dean nodded, getting up he walked out.
Leaving her standing in the room alone. She watched as he came back in and went
to talk, but couldn’t. He walked out again, slamming the door behind him.
He came in once more and shut the door,
locking it. She watched as he went over to the dining table and pulled two
chairs out so they were facing each other, gesturing for her to sit.
She stayed where she was. She didn’t trust
he wasn’t going to tie her to the chair somehow.
‘Sit,’ he ordered, his voice dangerously
She shook her head.
‘I wasn’t giving you an option.’
‘I was,’ she sat on the bed and watched as
Dean sighed and pulled a chair over in front of her.
He sat there staring at her intently. She
felt herself getting more self conscious by the minute.
‘You really were going to?’ he asked
quietly, the pain ripping her heart out.
‘You don’t know what it’s like. The pain,
the fits, the quality of life. I can’t go back to how bad it was. Last time… I
can’t do that again.’
‘So you gave up? Just like that?’
‘It wasn’t just like that.’
‘You don’t even know they are going to get
that bad again.’
‘I don’t want to risk it.’
‘So instead you take the easy path, quit,
give up on the fight.’
‘Dean, it’s not easy and I’m not quitting.
I’m tired. I just want to be pain free.’
‘So we try other things. There’s plenty of
treatments still left. But you don’t give up. You don’t quit.’
She buried her head in her hands and fought
back tears. She felt Dean lean in towards her and kiss her head, then her
temple, then her ear.
‘You’re what I’m fighting for. You’re the
reason I want this world a better place. What am I meant to fight for if you’re
not in it?’ he whispered.
He gently moved her hands from her face and
tilted her head so she was looking at him.
‘I fight to come home to you each time I go
out. And I finally got to tell you how I feel and I’m counting on years, and
I’m talking decades of getting to show and tell you over and over again. Don’t
you dare take that away from me.’
He kissed her gently and rested his
forehead against hers.
‘You said you didn’t know what you could do
for me. What would make up for everything I’ve done. Your life, that’s what you
owe me. A long, happy, dies of natural causes when your old and grey life. Not
before, not at your own hand, not on some suicide hunt. Old age and in our bed
and not before. Do you understand?!’
‘Oh, Sweetheart,’ he grinned. ‘If you think
I’m letting you sleep alone, your mistaken. I’m going to use this as my excuse
for constant supervision. In bed, in the shower, in the kitchen. I’ve got plans
that involve no clothes, and lots of checking to make sure that you are not
injured in any way.’
She shook her head and smiled at him. That
playful side that didn’t come out all that often.
‘That’s my girl,’ he said, kissing her. ‘I
meant what I said, I’m here for you. No matter what. So’s Sam, he’s just not
allowed to get in on the supervision thing. That’s all me. You’re not alone in
this. We will fight it with you, we will take some of the burden and do what we
can to help reduce the tiredness. Even if it’s living a normal life for a
while, with a decent bed or finding so spell that can help. What ever it
‘I don’t know if I can.’
‘You can, you got this far. I won’t let you
fall. Ever. Besides, you have a future to fight for. One I’m hoping I’m a part
She felt a smile tug on her lips and
watched as he grinned at her.
‘Now. I have some business to take care
She looked at him confused momentarily as he
pulled a lighter out his pocket and burnt her letter.
‘Now to the other part.’
He gently took off her shirt and had her
lay down so he could rub her back, as his hands worked at easing some of the
pain, she felt his lips softly move against her skin, slowly covering every
part of her shoulders, she felt his fingers under her bra as his lips moved
down her back.
He made his way back up to her neck and
moved along her jaw.
‘I am going to kiss every part of you
better, then I’m going to hold you and constantly remind myself that I finally
manned up enough to get my girl. And then come tomorrow, we are starting fresh.
We are going to come up with a plan to fight this together. You’re not alone,
Y/N. You never have been and you never will be. It may feel like it. But I’m
always, always here for you.’
“Soul sickness. I’m guessing that’s not just a fancy way of saying I’ll be depressed for a while.”
Stiles is standing in Deaton’s office, already looking a little weak on his feet as he leans against Scott’s arm for support. It’s totally just to make Scott feel useful, ‘cause the guy’s looked like he’s on the verge of a breakdown ever since he hadn’t quite managed to knock Stiles out of the way of that spell in time.
It’s not that Stiles is feeling woozy, feeling like his legs might just decide to go on strike at any second.
And if it is, that’s only because Deaton’s frowning at him in a way that actually makes him look nervous. Deaton. Nervous.
That’s never even remotely good.
“I’m afraid soul sickness is exactly what it says on the tin,” the man replies. “Your soul is literally weakening, beginning to wither. And if it dies off completely… well, that’s a fate—“
“If you say ‘a fate worse than death’ I’m gonna slap somebody.”
The older man sighs, brows going up as if to say ‘fine, I won’t say it then.”
Scott’s grip tightens on his arm, voice going too low, wavering.
“But you can fix it, right?”
“This is a battle the soul must fight on its own, I’m afraid.” And then, after waiting just long enough for both boys to start well and truly panicking: “There is one thing that might help bolster you, help your soul fight off this unnatural disease. But…”
“But what?” Scott cuts in as he falters. “Whatever it is, do it.”
So, apparently, soulmates are a thing.
“It’s not as dramatic as romantics would have you believe. Most people don’t end up in a relationship with their soulmates. Many don’t even encounter them.”
“But if you did, you’d know, right?” Scott, of course, is enthralled by the idea. Deaton’s head bobs noncommittally, and his bright expression falters.
“Your souls would recognize each other. Most certainly, they would leave an impression. But to the untrained mind it would be hard to discriminate from any normal emotional response – attraction, nervousness, anger even, depending on the situation.”
Stiles glances to his friend, a smirk touching his lips.
“Why Scotty, you think you and—“ he was going to say Kira, he really was, but when he thinks about sparks of instant infatuation, he finds his mind jumping to Allison. Scott’s seems to as well, his eyes going shuttered.
Stiles lets the moment pass, looking back to Deaton.
“Ok, so you said ritual? Then let’s find me my soulmate.”