Not totally impressed on how this came out but I had a week’s time limit and hey not bad! A part for a pokerap animated project, I extended it because man the amount of time the guy takes to say Growlithe is 0.63 seconds!! Enjoy!
IMAGINE: It was no secret that Bucky hated his past, how he regrets being the Winter Soldier. What happens when he meets someone that can change his mind?
[gif is not mine. requests are open. let me know what you think]
warnings: swear words, brief harassment, small violence.
word count: 2.4k +
‘He had built up walls for years, keeping everyone out. Then she came into his life and with a touch of her finger the walls crumbled into ashes.’
Everyone knew that Bucky wasn’t one to converse with anyone, to talk to anyone let alone spend a minute in a room with someone that wasn’t Steve. He grunted and nodded, but no actual words ever came out of his mouth. He kept quiet, he kept to himself. No one really knew him, Steve did, but still…There were some things that he kept to himself, things that kept him up at night -waking from his nightmares, knives sheathed out panicking and looking around the room. He hated himself, he hated that he caused a war within a group, forcing everyone to take sides. Even years later when everything was settled, he still felt guilty thus he kept to himself. Maybe, just maybe if he didn’t speak and just did what everyone wanted him to do he could chip away the guilt.
He remembers the day vividly, it’s as if it’s a movie in his head, one that he can replay over and over again. He can pick out the exact moment that he knew in himself that she was going to change him.
“(Y/N), you have to be calm when you meet them, okay kid?” Tony looked over the kid next to him. Granted that she wasn’t a kid anymore, she was still a kid to him. “You can’t embarrass me, I have a reputation to uphold.”
(Y/N) barked out a laugh as she saw Tony puff out his chest, “I cross my heart that I won’t embarrass you.”
Tony smiled at her and opened the door, she instantly saw all the Avengers lounging around -some sitting down, some playing pool and some in the kitchen. He cleared his throat and they stopped and stared at him. “This is (Y/N),” he gestured the awed girl beside him.
She smiled at the group and waved, “I’m his love child,” she waggled her eyebrows and laughed out loudly when she saw the expressions on their face.
“She’s not,” Tony deadpanned. “What did I say about embarrassing me?” She shrugged in reply. Turning back to the group he explained, “She’s a recruit from Isla Nublar, Tony wanted her expertise on something. Plus, I’ve also known her since she was little so she’s like a little sister to me, so if any of you hurt her I will seriously kill you.”
“You can’t just mildly kill them?” (Y/N) teased and she received a jab from him. As they went around the room, introducing (Y/N) to everyone, she was awestruck by just how ordinary they were. Of course she kept up on the details, not hard to really. But it was so different, they were just normal people who were expected to drop everything to fight off the next evil.
After the introductions, she went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat as everyone was heading to the gym. “For a bunch of superheroes they surprisingly have a lot of junk food in the fridge,” she mused to herself, thinking out loud. “Ooo, lasagne.” She picked out the heavy dish and turned around but bumped into someone.
“SHIT! I am so sorry,” (Y/N) looked at the lasagne and then back to the figure. Their black uniform was covered in red and white sauce. “I got lasagne on you,” she began wiping it off his uniform, after three wipes she realised how awkward it was.
She smiled sheepishly and look up at the man, “Sorry, didn’t mean to awkwardly touch you.” (Y/N) was going to say more but she stopped when she saw who she was talking to. It was Bucky Barnes. She read up on him, fascinated by history as both James Barnes and the Winter Soldier. “It’s not everyday that you get to live the tale that you accidentally dropped lasagne on an infamous assassin.” She tried to lighten the joke being the idiot as the was.
Bucky looked down at her, veiled amusement in his eyes. “Don’t really know the protocol for throwing lasagne at an assassin so forgive me if I don’t know how to act, I’m usually much cooler than this.” She gave him a toothy smile. (Y/N) wasn’t nervous, not at all, nor was she embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” his voice was rough from the lack of use. To his ears it sounded foreign, but to her it sounded beautiful.
“Do you want me to pay for dry-cleaning?” He tilted his head. “Uh, dry-cleaning is like this fancy service that you use when you want something to be professionally cleaned.” She sounded so unsure, but at the same time her voice was gentle and not at all patronising.
“I know what dry-cleaning is,” he gave her a small quick smile.
She found that she liked it when he smiled, he seemed younger and more relaxed even though she saw it for at least 3 seconds. “That’s good, that’s good.” She muttered, then looking down at the floor. “I haven’t been in the compound a day and I’ve already made a mess.” (Y/N) walked to the counter to fetch the kitchen roll, once in her hand she bent down and started wiping.
“Want some help?” Bucky knelt down and ripped some paper.
Maybe it was the way that she didn’t seem afraid of him and she treated him like a normal person. Or maybe it was because she made him laugh -something that hasn’t happened to him for so long. Or maybe it was her small, awkward yet charming smile that made him feel lighter than he’s ever felt before.
From that day on Bucky seeked out (Y/N), he came out of his room more, stayed in rooms longer than before. Of course everyone noticed his odd behaviour, it was hard not to. Bucky didn’t actively participate in conversations, but when (Y/N) asked him a question, flashed him a smile, or tried to include him in the conversation he reciprocated.
They were sitting in the living room, Stranger Things playing on the television. “You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she saw him lean in trying to figure out the scene.
Bucky leaned back nonchalantly and turned his head towards her, “It’s…different.”
He nodded hesitantly. “It’s nice.”
She smiled triumphantly and leaned back, her arms touching his lightly. She tried not to think of how warmth seemed to radiate of him, or just how nice he smelt.
(Y/N) passed him the pizza, “Thanks, doll.” (Y/N)’s hand froze and turned to him.
He felt his face redden, and his hands clamp up. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he didn’t mean for that nickname to slip. He didn’t turn to her, afraid of her reaction. It was an intimate nickname for someone, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she got up and left, never speaking to him again.
She made an appreciative noise, “I like that.”
Startled, he turned to her, “What?”
“I like that. It’s cute and it’s very you,” she gave him a grin and a wink. “Doll,” she tried it out, rolling the word off her tongue.
He smiled at her when she clucked her tongue, “Don’t I get a nickname?”
She narrowed her eyes, smiled and tilted her head, “Hm, what to call you. Buckster?” She tried out and she chuckled at his horrified expression. “Buckarro?” He poked her this time. “I know, I’ll call you James.”
This time he chuckled, “That’s my name, not exactly a nickname.”
“Except no one calls you that and that’s why it’s perfect. Everyone calls you Barnes, or Bucky, but never James. The name is something just the two of us,” she smiled at him.
He felt his heart quicken and reciprocated her smile. It was genuine and it was wide. It was the smile that he would have had on his face practically all the time back in the 40s. As they continued watching the show, he realized that he liked it when she said the two of them. ‘Just between the two of them.’ He smiled, contented for the first time.
(Y/N) stood in line, trying to memorize everyone’s drink order. She felt a hand touch her backside and she turned around, “What are you doing?”
The man behind her gave her a lopsided smile. Even under the bad fluro lights she could see that his eyes were glossy and he could hardly stand on his on two feet. “Hey there pretty lady.” He gave her a wink and (Y/N) screwed up her nose in disgust. “Don’t be like that,” he tried to touch her arm but she yanked it away.
“Don’t touch me,” she growled, her arms ready to fight just in case.
“Come on, pretty lady,” he yanked her by the waist and she yelped. (Y/N) hardly had time to hit the man as he was yanked off her. She tumbled to the ground, and watched as Bucky hit the man over and over again. Noticing how hard the punches were she pulled herself up and ran to where Bucky was.
“Bucky!” He didn’t turn around. He held the man’s collar and pulled his hand back to punch him again. “Bucky! Bucky!” (Y/N) ran and touched his shoulder, “James.” This time he turned around. Letting the man go.
She saw how his eyes and his face were different, she tentatively touched his cheek, “James, come back to me darling. Come back to me.” She rubbed his cheek affectionately, “I’m here, just come back to me, please.”
His gaze softened, and he cupped the hand that was on his cheek.
Bucky was sure that (Y/N) would have ran away, fleeing as she saw the side of him he desperately never wanted anyone to see, especially her. But all she did was hold his hand, nodding to Steve and took him outside leading him to the car.
Once they were in the safety of the complex, (Y/N) opened Bucky’s door and pulled him in. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer, instead he fell to his knees. (Y/N) knelt down and pushed back his hair, “Buck?”
“I’m sorry,” it was soft and she could hardly hear him but at the same time she could hear it clearly, the emotion; the heartbreak, anger and sadness.
(Y/N) launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter as each second passed by. Once they broke apart she looked at him, “Never, ever apologize for that. Never apologize for that James.”
“I let him out, I never wanted to let him out.”
She could have burst out crying at how small he sounded. “No matter what, he will always be a part of you James, you can never erase him but,” she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t ever be ashamed for something that you never did. You needed to be brainwashed, you needed a long time to transfer from James to the Winter Soldier. You’re not him.”
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, never letting her go, “You’re not him. You’re Steve’s Bucky, you’re my James, you’re our Barnes. Never forget that.” She gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “Even if you do, I’ll always be here to make you remember.”
“Always.” It was such a simple word but it was filled with so much more than it could possibly contain. He felt his heart open, and it all it took was one word for his walls to be tore down.
It was a casual day, there was nothing important. She was in her pyjamas, and he was in his gym clothes. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, each eating their respective breakfast.
“What would you say if I asked you on a date doll?” He didn’t look at her, fear of her rejection.
She placed her spoon down, “I would say that it took you long enough James.” When he looked up he could see her smile, happiness radiating off her face.
He was Bucky before. He was known for charming the dames, being everyone’s friend and always being there for Steve. Then he was known as the Winter Soldier. He was adored. One of the greatest killing machines that HYDRA has ever created. He was feared.Then he was Barnes. Long gone was Bucky (though not for Steve, he would always be Bucky for Steve), buried underneath everything, and long gone was the Winter Soldier. He was Barnes and he was part of the Avengers. He was accepted. Finally, he was James. Her James to be exact. He was understood, loved and adored. She was the one person that managed to find him when he was so lost in the dark. She was the beacon in his life that he longed for, that he thought was long gone because of the atrocities that he committed.
But here she was, next to him, one of her arms carelessly tossed on his stomach, one under the pillow. As Bucky stroked her hair, she softly groaned and lifted her head. “Hey Buck, is it morning yet?”
He gave her a small smile. “No, not yet.” (Y/N) sat up and stretched, then with a grin she straddled him.
She grabbed his metal arm and fiddled with his fingers, “You know we could just etch the ring on your finger, I mean you won’t ever lose it that way.” (Y/N) leaned forward and laid on his chest.
He loved this position, mostly because he could feel her heartbeat. “I’m not you, doll, I mean how many times have you lost your ring?” He felt her lightly smack him, and he started running his hand down her back.
“Shut it, you love me.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“You’re marrying me.”
“Eh,” he gave her a shrug and sat back up.
“Do I have to convince you that marrying me would be the greatest thing ever?” She grinded her hips against his, and smirked when he groaned.
“The greatest thing ever was meeting you doll,” he sat up and kissed her.
Bucky managed to find someone to break him out of his shell. A person who managed to keep the nightmares at bay, even on the rare occasions he had them she was there right by his side, brushing his hair back and whispering comforting words in his ear. He found the person that managed to love his past even when he couldn’t.
I remember watching this scene and just feeling on edge, not knowing exactly why. But then.. boy oh boy.
See, here Yousef is telling Sana that he trusts her while standing right under that shower thing, not moving an inch. And Sana is trying to scare him so he’ll move and she’ll prove that she’s not the only one scared. So she first tries to make it like she’s going to press that button but Yousef is like “come on, press it, i’m not scared, what are you going to do?” So Sana decides to go for something else and that’s when she moves her face towards his like she’s going to kiss him. She does it really fast, almost like she regrets it the moment she does it, so you may not have gotten it when you first watched the clip (i know i didn’t). But Yousef got it alright. And he still didn’t move. And then he’s like “you’re bad at this” and then does the same thing with his head that Sana did, and says “it doesn’t help”. He’s telling her that by getting closer she’s not going to scare him, that pretending she’s going to kiss him doesn’t help, like, she can’t threaten him with a kiss. He’s telling her “you can’t threaten me with something that i want”.
Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerousman everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)
Word Count: 1,110
It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.
You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.
“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?
“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.
“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.
Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.
“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.
Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.
Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?
“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.
“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”
V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.
“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.
“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.
The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.
“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.
As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.
“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.
“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.
“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.
It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.
“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.
it was cold outside so, you had the heat booming and episodes of your favorite tv show rolling. your little sister, yenan cuddled up by your side with the hugest grin on her face.
“is he here?! is that him!?” she jumped up in excitement at the sound of a car door.
you shrugged. “it could be him, im not sure.”
sometimes, you thought that your little sister was more in love with dean than you were. she’s basically his #1 fangirl. she knows all of his songs which is super shocking since his songs are in korean and she only speaks english.
lucky for her, she’s been backstage at a few of his performances with you. it’s so cute when they see each other, she buries herself in his clothes, does a little handshake that they made up with him and then she’d sit on his lap and play with his hair until you got noticeably jealous.
you were definitely the jealous type when it came to dean. he was yours and only yours but sometimes, even your sister seemed to get in the way. it was whatever though.
“dean!” yenan screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran to open the knocking door.
“yenan-ah!” dean picked her up by her under arms and swung her around.
feeling a little jealous at how they acted towards each other, you cleared your throat. “hey dean.”
his eyes switched over to yours. ‘damn.’ he thought to himself. your eyes were intimidating him. he knew he fucked up, giving all of his attention to yenan instead of you.
“hey jagiya.” he sat down beside you, pecked your lips and pulled you into a quick hug.
immediately, you recognized that smell that you loved. his cologne was titled ‘bad boy’ but it smelled sweet and innocent, kind of like candy. that was the smell you craved. you craved it so much and at the moment, you couldn’t do anything about it.
“did you miss me?” he nudged you.
“i missed you dean!” you rolled your eyes at your attention seeking little sister.
“shut up yenan.” you pulled her scrunchie out of her hair, causing her curls to fall all over her face.
“yah y/n why you do that?!” she ran away, probably to her room to fix her hair.
“somebody’s jealous.” dean teased you.
you rolled your eyes and masked your smile. he was right, you were jealous. as soon as he came through your door, he was supposed to be all over you, not yenan. it was time to play a little hard to get.
“yupp.” you said as plain as you could.
“yahh don’t act like that. what did i do?” he asked.
you shifted to your side and focused back on the television. you squeezed in a few fake laughs as the minutes past until he realized what you were doing.
“dean! i’m leaving, mommies here bye!” yenan came running back into the living room with her backpack on and stuffed animal in her arms.
“bye my caramel princess. and tell eomma i said hey.” he kissed the top of her head and let her go after saying her goodbyes to you.
as soon as the door shut and the two of you were alone, dean got closer to you and whispered in your ear, “what’s up with you?”.
you bit down on your lip hoping that he didn’t hear the slight moan that escaped your lips. but, he did. you hated when he could control you. when he would make you moan, it meant that you were basically under his control. he knew that most things he did could turn you on. like, just the sound of his voice, his presence or his soft touch.
“nothing.” you responded.
“oh, really? so why didn’t you talk to me for ten fucking minutes?” he placed his index finger on your chin and turned your face to face his.
“because, i was jealous.” you spat out.
he smirked, looked down and back at you. that look fucking killed. every single inch of his face was carved perfectly. his eyebrows gave a mischievous look to his face along with his high cheekbones and tanned skin. he looked like a playboy.
“you were jealous of your nine year old sister? baby if attention is what you want i’ll give it to you.” he kissed your lips.
his lips fit perfectly with yours. although yours were a bit more thicker than his, it still felt satisfyingly equal.
“i want something else..” you decided to make the real first move.
you reached for his pants zipper bit he stopped you. confused as to why he did let you proceed, you looked at him. “what?”
“you wanna do it on the couch? or in bed?” he asked, not even caring about your answer since he most definitely wanted to do it in bed.
ignoring your answer, he picked you up in one swift and carried you to your bedroom. he leaned into you which made you fall backwards onto the bed.
as he left soft wet kisses on your neck, you ruffled his hair around with your fingers. you learned that that fueled him up. it made his performance ten times better than it could’ve been if you didn’t play around in his hair.
“hyuk..” you titled your head back. you were so busy thinking about how good he was that you didn’t realize that he had already peeled your underwear off.
sooner than later, your room filled up with a mix of moans and groans from both you and hyuk. sex with him was amazing. he was gentle but rough at the same time. he would tell you how beautiful your skin and hair is while pounding the shit out of you and you liked it. scratch that, you loved it.
“babygirl look at me while i fuck you.” he grunted as he held your leg up on his shoulder.
the amount of pleasure that you got from this position was unbearable, so instead of trying to escape it, you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip. he hated when you closed your eyes while he fucked you so he would anyways tell you to open them and look at him.
you fought everything that you had in you to keep them fixed on his, staring back at him through your thick lashes gave him such a drive.
“don’t ever ignore me again..” he ordered you.
“yes… i won’t ignore you” you sat up on your shoulders to watch him stroke into;out of you.
suddenly, he sped up his pace. most likely because he was near. realizing the stiffening in your legs, you too were near. “say my name y/n.”
“hyuk…hyuk…hyuk…hyuk..!” you moaned aloud.
he slowed down as his strokes became a sloppy mess. he fell on the side of you after you came together. you rolled over into his chest and kissed the chisel of his jaw.
“you’re not on the pill anymore are you? i haven’t…you know for awhile.” hyuk asked, getting rid of the comfortable silence.
you thought of the last time you even took the pill. you damn sure couldn’t remember. “ahh no.”
“i can’t believe im having a blasian kid.” he lightly chuckled.
your eyes widened out of shock at what your boyfriend had just said. hearing that made you the happiest girl on earth. this meant that, he wasn’t going to care about what his parents would think when he tells them the unconfirmed news. it meant that he wasn’t scared. it meant that you were possibly going to have your own little family with the man you loved.
“go get a test.” you sat up with the sheets thrown over your shoulders.
it had been a long time since you saw hyuk move as fast as he did to put on his clothes and head out the door. he was so excited that he forgot all about a shower.
what if you were pregnant? how would your mom react to it? she would probably think that you’re too young and that it’s too early to start having kids when you just graduated from college. the thought of her reaction made you feel a bit worried so you prayed that it would be a good one. that is, if you were pregnant.
you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower.
“is it finished yet?” hyuk yelled from the living room.
you checked the clock on your phone and the five minutes that you had to wait were up. slowly, you turned the test over and indeed, you were pregnant.
trying to not be obvious at all, you covered the smile that formed on your lips with your resting bitch face. you walked into the living area and sat beside hyuk, handing him the test after telling him to close his eyes.
“okay, 1, 2, 3 open them.”
he quickly opened them and looked down at the small test in his hands. with just his mouth in the shape of an o, and his watery eyes, you could tell that this was indeed a very special moment for him.
“im gonna…be a…father.” he said in english.
you pecked his cheek and leaned into him. he wrapped his arms around you and lightly sobbed until he remembered that he was man and sucked it up.
“we should tell our parents.” he coughed to cover up the fact that he was just crying.
you giggled. “you’re really gonna pretend like you weren’t just crying?”
“baby i wasn’t, i’m a man.” he pouted.
“whatever you say hyuk.” you picked up your phone and dialed your mom’s number.
“hello?” she answered on the second ring.
“yea eomma, i have some news. are you listening?” you took in a deep breath.
dean noticed your nervous state, so he intertwined his fingers with yours to reassure that everything would be fine.
“yeah go ahead.” she responded.
“well, i’ve took a pregnancy test. and it says that im pregnant.” you smiled a little at the fact that you could say that now.
“you’re what?!” she sounded happy.
“i heard! wait until i tell yenan! i just can’t believe it my baby’s pregnant i gotta tell everyone child im-… where’s dean?” you didn’t know this, but she was jumping around in her place of work.
everyone’s eyes were on her with the thought, ‘what the hell’s gotten into her?’
“right here eomma!” he spoke into the phone.
“congratulations.. i’ve got to go.” she finally calmed down same caught her breath.
“ok mom we’ll talk later.” you hung up the phone and looked over at dean who was dialing his parents number.
“hello eomma? is appa there with you? i have important news.” he softly spoke into the phone.
he put it on speaker, so that you could hear. “yes he’s here, what is it?”
“y/n is pregnant.” he bit down on his lip, hoping for a good reaction.
“what? you’re not married to her hyuk! what if she’s using you for-”
“she’s not, i will marry her. i love her and she loves me. just because she’s foreign it doesn’t mean that she’s different. you have to trust me eomma.” his eyes shifted over to you, he was shocked that you kept a smile on your face.
“i see..” she sighed.
“we’ll support you hyuk. we’ll support the both of you and congratulations to you and y/n. i can’t wait to see my grandchild.” his father spoke into the phone with his soothing and reassuring voice.
“thanks appa. we’ll talk later.” hyuk hung up the phone and tossed it to the side.
“you good?” he asked you, lightly tugging on one of your curls.
you nodded. his mother liked you, and you could see where she was coming from. that was her culture so you couldn’t really be upset with it. hopefully, she’ll be more accepting of the fact that you’re going to be carrying her son’s child. hopefully.
“i put a baby in you..” he poked your stomach. “that’s so sexy.”
you giggled at his stupidness and straddled him, unexpectedly. “promise me we’ll be alright.”
“y/n i promise you we’ll be alright. fuck what a hater gotta say. you’re mine and i’m yours. we’re together until the end.”
lite smut cause, i didn’t want to go into detail with that stuff yet. i hope that you still like it.
keep requests coming cause i love getting requests 💗
A/N: I’m not very good at pranks, I think that will be very obvious when you read this. This is a request from @castellandiangelo, I did end up writing your request. (I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m not good at pranks!) I’ll make up for this sleep deprived piece, there’s an idea that’s been brewing for a while now. X
1st of April had finally arrived; it was the day you’d been waiting for since you came up with what you thought was the best, and most cruel prank ever. The prank was designed for your husband, Chris, and you’d joined forces with his mom and his brother to pull it off; they’d flown in from Boston just to help you. You still hadn’t decided if it was one of those ‘we-can-laugh-about-it-in-the-future’ pranks or a 'I’m-going-to-fucking-divorce-your-ass’ pranks, but seeing as Lisa and Scott were on board- you saw it as the former. You’d been with Chris for years and years now, so you knew him well. You knew he had a great sense of humor and a great love for your playful side, which made you ninety-nine percent sure he’d appreciate your prank; the sweet note at the end especially. But just to be safe and not to seem too smug, you lowered the probability percentage down to ninety-five.
The prank you’d been planning for over a month now involved Scott 'crashing’ Chris’ brand new Audi while taking you to lunch; Lisa calling from the emergency room; and Chris rushing down only to find you safe and sound with a dozen pink balloons and a sonogram. You’d found out you were pregnant a little while ago and wanted to find the right time to tell your husband, so why not April Fools? It was crazy and a little bit over the top, but then again- that was you. To be fair though, Chris had pulled some pretty horrendous pranks over the years. You could say you were only doing it as a way to get back at him for the time he visited you on your set and put a cockroach on you while you were filming a scene with Meryl Streep- an actress you so thoroughly admired- but hey, you weren’t the vindictive type.
“Do you think your son will divorce me after he finds out this is all just a prank?”
“No,” Lisa chuckled with a shake of her head. “He loves you way too much, and he’s going to be so happy about the baby news that- he’s not going to care about anything else.” You nodded in agreement after slight hesitation. “It’s April Fools and he’s a big boy, he can handle it.”
“I hope so,” you chuckled as you gathered the bundle of pink helium balloons. Lisa chuckled too as she grabbed her purse and headed towards your front door where loud knocking could be heard. “Could you get that, please? I bet it’s Scott, I hope he knows he’s not actually going to drive Chris’-”
“It’s not Scott,” Lisa cut you off as you walked around the corner; your eyes narrowed at the two police officers standing in your doorway with solemn expressions on their faces. “How can I help you gentlemen?” Lisa asked them. “Is there a particular person you’re looking for?”
“We’re here to speak with Y/N Y/L/N,” the taller male answered and you didn’t know to snicker or be genuinely concerned. For all you knew, they were part of Chris’ plan to prank you before you could him. “We have reason to believe that one of the victims involved in the accident on route six is your brother, Oliver Y/L/N.”
“That’s impossible,” you chuckled with narrowed eyes. “My brother’s out of town until the end of the month, he couldn’t possibly be in a car accident. Are you absolutely sure that he’s involved? Is there a possibility that you’re mistaken?”
“We are unable to identify the body, but his motorbike was placed at the crash site,” the shorter male informed you and your heart dropped when you remembered Chris had taken the bike- your brother had left at your place for safe keeping- this morning. “Do you know anyone with access to your brother’s bike? We could really use-”
“My husband,” you cut him off and you heard Lisa gasp. “My husband took my brother’s bike out this morning. Oh my God,” you breathed and felt the bundle of balloons escape your grip; they flew to touch the ceiling. “No no no,” you shook your head. “That’s impossible, Chris wouldn’t- he’s too careful on the- No,” another head shake. “It can’t be him, my husband is not dead!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes.
“We’re very sorry to ask you to do so, but we’re going to need you to come with us to help identify the body.” The taller male told you and you quickly nodded, grabbing your purse by the door. You glanced over your shoulder at Lisa as you followed the police officers out; she was lost in her thoughts. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.” He held his car door open for you.
“Just give me a moment,” you told him and he nodded. “Lisa,” you walked over to her and took her shaky hands in yours. “We don’t know if it’s him,” your voice broke as you tried to reassure her. “Maybe he let someone else use Oliver’s bike after getting to the studio, or maybe the bike got stolen- I don’t- um- I don’t know,” you tried not to start crying when you remembered you were pregnant and your daughter might not have a father. “But we mustn’t lose hope yet because…” You trailed off, unable to find the right words.
“I can’t go down, Y/N,” she shook her head and you nodded understandingly. “I’m sorry,” she hugged you and you hugged her back, taking slow breaths to stop yourself from breaking down. “But you’re right, we don’t know yet.” She said as she pulled away; you nodded in response. “Call me as soon as you find out, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded.
You left her at your house then got into the police car and let them take you to the crash site. You may not have been a religious person, but it didn’t stop you from praying. You couldn’t lose Chris, especially now that you were pregnant. You didn’t know what to do with a child, you had a child because of him- because you loved him. How were you meant to raise that child alone? How were you meant to look at your daughter and tell her her dad was the most amazing man you’d ever met and never let her meet him? How were you going to survive the rest of your life without the love of your life? Your hand rested on your stomach and you broke down crying, silently begging whatever greater being for your husband to be alive.
• • • • • • • •
The car pulled to a stop in front of a park; the same one where you and Chris worked together on screen for the first time, not that you were in the right mindset to notice. Your entire world had been rocked thanks to your husband and his insane plan to turn the tables on you, except his plans weren’t as easy to find out about as he’d confided in professional actors rather than family members. Of course he’d confided in Lisa and Scott- the two who accidentally let both your pregnancy and prank plans slip, but somehow managed to keep his to themselves- and they both told him it was a bad idea and that you were going to be pissed when you found out it was all just a prank. But did Chris listen? No, because clearly it wasn’t a bad enough idea if his mother and brother didn’t stop him from doing it. Plus- Chris knew you, you’d appreciate a good prank; he was ninety-five percent sure about it. If you didn’t- well, he had a spontaneous trip to Paris to make up for his insanity.
“Wait,” your eyes narrowed as the policemen got out of the car. One opened the car door for you and beckoned you out. “I don’t understand, I thought the accident was on route six.” He didn’t say anything, he just gestured for you to follow him. “I just want to know if my husband’s okay,” you told them and they both nodded.
Chris spotted you and the 'police officers’ approaching and he sat on your brother’s motorbike, laughing. It was pretty sick joke, yes, but he was so excited to celebrate the pregnancy with you that- he didn’t care. He knew when you saw him that you’d understand that it was just an April Fools joke and laugh because he’d turn the tables on you instead.
“Where are you tak-” You stopped yourself when you saw Chris, perfectly fine and in one piece. He waved at you with a cheeky smile; you were so relieved that you couldn’t think about anything else- like how it was just a stupid prank. “Thank God,” you breathed and ran towards him as he got off the bike. “Oh my God,” you threw your arms around his neck and he hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I thought you were dead,” you started crying out of absolute relief.
“Yeah, I’m not that easy to kill,” he chuckled. “April Fools, baby.” He said and you pushed him away, frowning. “What?” He laughed, grabbing his left breast. “I just elaborated on your plans a little bit. We’re in the film industry, I thought you’d appreciate the dramatics.”
“A little bit?!” You slapped his arm and he pressed his lips together, suppressing his urge to laugh. “They told me you were dead, Chris. Mine was just emergency room, yours was death! Death, Chris, death.” You emphasized and he nodded, chuckling as he pulled you into his arms for another tight hug. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You chuckled wearily as you hugged him back; you were too happy that he was okay to be mad about the severity of his actions. “No more April Fools for us,” you said, pressing your head against his chest. “We clearly don’t know how to prank each other, it’s getting a little much.”
“Okay,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it’s been a stressful day, my mom and Scott both said it was a bad idea.” You scoffed and chuckled at the same time; no wonder Lisa didn’t come down. “But hey,” he pulled the plane tickets out of his back pocket as he pulled away from you. “We can relax in Paris.”
“I was about to ask you how you were going to make up for this,” you smiled as you took the tickets from him; he chuckled in response. “Do you want to know how I’m going to make up for the prank that didn’t happen?” You quizzed, reaching into your own back pocket for the sonogram.
“I think I already know,” he smiled and placed his hand on your stomach. “They might have let the baby news slip too when they let your prank plans slip.” You chuckled and pulled the sonogram from your pocket, passing it to him. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents to a baby girl,” he smiled at the sonogram then at you when you placed a hand over his.
“I know, right?” You laughed. “We are so immature and we’re about to be parents,” you said and he joined you in laughter. “Ground rules before the baby comes, no more pranks like these. No more dead or emergency room pranks because- it’s ridiculous and it’s irresponsible.” He nodded in agreement, chuckling. “I am so glad it was just a prank,” you told him and hugged him again. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he hugged you tightly as he whispered into your hair. “Not for a very, very long time.” You smiled and looked up at him. “I love you,” he smiled and dipped his head to meet your lips.
“And you’re lucky I still love you after that,” you bit playfully.
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3
When you came home from your latest hunt, Gabriel could tell that you hadn’t been sleeping lately. He wished that the Winchesters would take some initiative and help you sleep. It was if he was the only one who seemed to be concerned about how much sleep you were getting.
Gabriel waited until you were walking towards your room to go after you. He caught up with you, putting his arm around your shoulders. “Hey [Y/N],” Gabriel greeted with a smile. “Have a good hunt? Kill something?”
“I wouldn’t say it was a bad one,” you shrugged, a yawn escaping your lips. “Can I tell you something and it just stay between us?”
Gabriel followed you into your room, shutting the door behind him. “You know you can always talk to me cupcake,” Gabriel assured you. “What’s troubling you?”
But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series
based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea
Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess
I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.
I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.
I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.
now was your moment. you were about to meet the men that you loved, appreciated, and watched for the longest.
just as you were on/in the planes and car, you were a shaking mess. not only were you nervous about meeting them but you were also nervous about how your korean would sound. you learned a few phrases and things to say to them but you were unsure if you could say it…to their faces.
“was this real? did i really? how did i get so lucky?” you asked yourself in your head as you moved up in the line.
now was the moment.
first in line was jin ; the talk with him was bless to you because it calmed your nerves. he was a funny (and handsome) guy and he even complimented your hair in english. he was cute. “do you know annyeonghaseyo?” you told him yes and then said it. he was shookt.
namjoon ; he was really happy to see you. “you really came here to see us? we really have the best fans inda worrl.” his dimples seemed much deeper in person and so did his voice. he was fine as hell, he even held your hand and his were soft. those calmed nerves? weren’t so calm now.
jungkook : he told you how pretty you were at least ten times. he told you that you really stood out and that being different is a good thing when he realized how nervous you were. he said it in broken english but it was cute.
taehyung ; he made you laugh more than jin. and damn, he looked good. you kept wondering about the type of highlight they used. he played with your fingers..a lot. he raised his eyebrows and did that proud smile that he loves to do everytime he talked to you (in english ofc).
yoongi ; stared into your soul. now he really sucks with english so the sentences that you learned came in handy. he did try is best to talk to you in english. “you’re foreigner?” “how are you?” he high fived you at least fifty times.
hoseok ; yeah he was/is a literal sunshine. his smile had you weak at the knees. he’s a sweetheart and he smelled so good. he let you touch his dimples and you let him poke at your cheek. the whole interaction was cute af.
after you said goodbye to hoseok and moved on to the next and last person, your bias (jimin) was right in front of you. at this point, you were on the verge of tears cause damn..park jimin looked like an angel. the angel that you were finally about to meet. he smiled brightly at you and reached out his hand for you to high five.
after you high fived him, he spoke. “uhh..what is…your name?”
although you were nervous, you couldn’t show it now. you could’ve been sweating bullets at the moment but the pep talk that you continuously gave yourself prevented you from doing so. you opened up your mouth to speak but nothing came out.
“hey? are you..okay?” jimin asked as he started to get worried.
after he said that, you finally came back to earth. you started to smile again once you saw his face. “sorry. my name is y/n.” you spoke in korean.
“ohh you can speak korean? that’s good, I thought that I was gonna have to speak english. i’m so bad at it i should improve my ski-”
“i can’t speak korean. i can speak a little.” your cheeks started to get hot because for one, you wanted to slap his neck and for two, you were embarrassed.
he laid back in his chair and mouthed ‘ohhh’ but quickly sat back up. “your..way you talk is..cute!”
“pronunciation?” you asked in korean.
“yes! what…are you…here in korea for? just us?” he asked you.
you nodded and smiled widely. “yes, i came from w/y/l just to see you guys.”
“wow…i..my heart…special…feel.” he put his hand over his heart and grabbed one of yours. “y/n you’re amazing.”
you were basically putty in his hands once he said your name. never in a million years did you think that you would be this blessed. first off, he said your name which sent chills throughout your body and secondly, he was holding onto your hand like his life depended on it.
“i love you..” you said, completely mesmerized in his eyes. although that was a slip, you just pretended as though you didn’t just say that. it was true though, you loved him.
“i love you too y/n.” he said, with the most sincere tone that you had ever heard.
suddenly, you were told to move to the right and away from the table. for some reason, jimin didn’t want to let go of your hand. he said one last thing before your hands were completely separated. "come back…to see me…us! i want to..see you again!“
“okay!” you shouted back at him before you were guided out of the building.
you were now determined to see them/him a second time. and little did you know that jimin was thinking about you back there just as much as you were thinking about him.
Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.
A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X
You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.
“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”
Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.
It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.
“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.
“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”
“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.
“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.
“Oh my God,” you breathed.
“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”
“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.
“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”
“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.
“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.
“Yes,” you nodded.
He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.
“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”
“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.
“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”
“Don’t look at me like that.” You laugh quietly.
“Like what?” Rocket smirks as he finishes cleaning his gun.
The pair of you had time to kill why the rest of the crew gathered supplies so you both thought some target practice wouldn’t hurt. You both stood in the clearing of the forest surrounding the Milano, using the bizarre looking trees in it as targets.
“Like you’re suprised I’m a good shot.” You lower your weapon and turn to fully face Rocket. He held your gaze while his smirk grew. He throws his gun over his shoulder and saunters over to the tree you had hit.
He traces his small finger over the bullet hole.
“Not too bad for a Humie, I suppose.” He tried to hold his laughter back. He looks over his shoulder to see your reaction to his words. The glare you were giving him broke his composure. “Relax, relax” He laughed, eyes gleaming. He puts his hand up in mock surrender. “I’m just kidding, I know you know your way around a gun. I’d say better than me but I’m no liar.”
You laugh and throw a fresh round of ammo to him. He catches it without a problem.
“Okay then tough guy, show me how it’s done.” You step back and watch the familiar glint in Rocket’s eyes. You loved seeing how happy he could be when people weren’t calling him names or shouting at him. He clears his throat and turns towards the trees.
“Watch and learn, Princess.” He fires his gun in an overly dramatic way; he always did like to show off in front of you. He keeps going until his gun is out of ammo.
He turns to you and takes a bow, smugness radiating off his every move.
He walks towards you and you ruffle the fur on top of his hair. You both laugh and sit on the grass leaning against the Milano.
The shade was a relief. After spending almost three hours in the blazing light of the planet’s two suns the two of you were ready for a break.
“They’ve been gone for ages.” You comment looking in the direction they had walked.
“Don’t complain,” Rocket laughs “It’s rare we get any alone time.” He places his gun on the floor and hops onto your lap.
He wasn’t wrong. Out of fear of judgement the two of you had decided it would be better to keep your relationship a secret. This, however, meant that you only got small moments alone. Rocket treasured these moments more than his gun and gadget collection combined. You really did mean the galaxy to him.
You run your fingers through the fur on his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. A small sign escapes him and you feel yourself grinning.
“Is it bad I hope they never come back?” He whispers cracking open his right eye to look at you. You can tell he’s joking but a small part of you is hoping the same thing.
You loved your family but you also loved Rocket and having people around constantly made things harder.
You sigh and place a light kiss to his forehead.
“Hey, I haven’t waited a full week for one kiss on forehead.” Rocket laughs. You smile down at him and raise an eyebrow. He smirks and shakes his head. He stretches up and places a kiss to your lips. He feels you smile into the kiss as he places one of his hands on your cheek and the other on your shoulder.
The loud laughter of Drax in the distance makes the two of you jump. Rocket pulls away quickly and jumps to where his gun is.
“Hey guys!” You wave as they come into view.
“Hello Human female.” Drax smiles carrying a large crate of alcohol. “I found this for the rodent.”
Rocket let the name slip over his head as he looked at the alcohol in awe; eyes wide like a child in a sweet shop. ‘This can only end badly’ you laugh to yourself. Drax hands the crate to you.
“I’ll take this to your room.” You smile to Rocket. He nods and follows behind you.
Once you reach Rocket’s room he closes the door behind him. He waits until you place the crate down before making his move.
He pushes you to the bed, a smile on his face. He climbs on top of you and leans in for a second kiss.
“ROCKET?!” Quill bangs on the door making Rocket freeze millimetres away from your lips. “THE SHIP’S BOILER NEEDS FIXING!”
Rocket growls and hops off of you. He walks to the door and bangs on it. “ALRIGHT QUILL GIVE ME A DAMN MINUTE! I ONLY JUST SAT MY ASS DOWN!” Rocket shouts.
He turns to look at you and sighs.
“I’ll try and stop by later when everyone’s asleep.” You smile and lean down to kiss him. He grabs a hold of your shirt and pulls you closer to him.
“You better princess, this alcohol isn’t gonna drink itself.” He whispers as he pulls away and rests his forehead against your’s.
“ROCKET?!” Quill starts again. “I WANT A SHOWER! HURRY UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL SHAVE YOU!”
“QUILL! I SWEAR I’LL KICK YOU’RE ASS IF YOU KEEP TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT! YOU’LL GET YOUR DAMN SHOWER WHEN I’M READY TO FIX YOUR CRAPPY BOILER!” You could tell Rocket was getting angry.
“I’ll let you fix the boiler and I’ll be by later.” You kiss him one more time before standing up to leave.
“Promise?” He whispers, looking up at you.
“I promise Rocket.”
“I’ll see you tonight then sweetheart.”
You open the door and step out, remembering to close it behind you.
As you walk towards your own room you hear the distant arguing from Rocket and Quill. You pause long enough to hear Rocket mocking Peter.
“ROCKET DO THIS! ROCKET DO THAT!” He says in a high pitched voice.
“I DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT!” Quill argues back.
“THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK ASS LORD!”
You laugh and shake your head. Family. can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
You sighed and rolled over, stretching slightly before opening your eyes. It took a moment to focus, but what you finally saw took your breath away.
Dean was lying next to you, his face so close you could see the light freckles across his cheeks, the way his eyelashes caught the light, the soft curve of his lips. He smiled a little when he saw you, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the movement.
“Hey there princess,” he said quietly, “how you feelin?” You groaned a little in response, rolling closer to nuzzle your face against his chest.
In your admiration of Dean, you’d briefly forgotten you were sick. “That bad, huh?”
“Better now,” you sighed as he slid his arm around you to hold you against him. He was fully dressed and lying on top of the blankets, but he had wanted to stay with you. Dean was strangely doting when you weren’t feeling well. It made you realize that he had must have been the one to take care of Sam when they were kids, and now that they were adults… well, those caring instincts had carried over to you.
“That’s what I’m here for sweetheart,” Dean chuckled, kissing the top of your head. A tickle in your throat suddenly made you cough, sitting up slightly and throwing your arm over your mouth. “Easy now…” Dean said, passing you the glass of water on the night stand. You sipped at it gratefully, sighing again when the coughing finally subsided. Dean grunted as you collapsed back against him, burying your face against the softness of his flannel. God you loved his flannels.
“I hate this,” you mumbled against him.
“I know. You’ll be better soon, though.”
“How soon?” You pouted.
“Soon, sweetheart. Just try to relax and get some rest,” Dean murmured, his chest rumbling against your face as he spoke. But you weren’t tired, you were restless. You were sick of staying in bed, sick of coughing, sick of being sick. Dean must have noticed your fidgeting, because then you felt his fingers sifting gently through your hair. You moaned softly, snuggling closer to him as the repeated gentle motion and the steady beat of his heart lulled you back to sleep.