we were supposed to go on a case that day

These are the most interesting answers of the creators to the fans’ questions about the third season of Wander Over Yonder (my personal thoughts are indicated in italics):

1. Could you possibly give us a hint as to what sort of episode a 22 minute long ep in season 3 wouldve been like? wouldve there been another musical?

It was another four part serialized story that tied the season together.  Had talked about maybe making the last one an hour long finale special. (Hour episode of WOY! Imagine!)

2. Even if Disney wouldn’t immediately renew WOY can you still work on it when they change their mind, like a few years later?

Craig McCracken: If they change their mind someday I would most definitely work on it.

3. Did the cancellation change any plans you had for the story in season 2? Did you avoid starting any ideas for story or character arcs that wouldn’t have been satisfactorily resolved by the end of the season? Or bring forward some things so that it could?

Unfortunately, writing was wrapped on S2 five months before we received word of the cancellation, so we didn’t really have the opportunity to adjust stories. We also held off on telling some MAJOR stories for all four of our mains to have somewhere to go. Season two was a lot about testing Hater; three would have been about testing Wander in a really cool way. 

4. On the topic of the pirate ship shown briefly in The Waste of Time, does that ship belong to a villain or a hero or a neutral character?

Can say you’ve already seen the original owners, though. (Have we seen?)

5. That monkey pic on “the waste of time”…was that season 3 material?

That was a character called “Monkeyboy” who was going to play a big part in Season 3, yes.  

5. If Peepers recruits his species as an army for Lord Hater, what is his status back on their home planet? He must be pretty high up there to be able to do that. Is there anyone on the planet ranked above him or no?

Sigh. Season 3.

7. As the show went on and other villains and Dominator were introduced, Peepers ended up playing the hero more often. Yes for conquering reasons but still. Yet from early early days it’s always been stated that Peepers is more villainous than Hater. Had the show gone on, would we ever see anything come from that?

Most definitely.  Peepers had a heck of an arc planned.

8. What was Peepers’ story arc supposed to be like?

C. Peeps was going to be tempted by the dark(er) side (After these two answers, I start crying)

9. If Hater was reformed would Commander Peepers follow Hater? Or would he stay evil?

Cannot answer in case we get back to it. We had something planned

10. If Peepers and the watchdogs are native to the galaxy in the series, does that mean their home planet was destroyed?! Would we never get to see it?!

Spoilers.

11. Will we find out what happened with Lord Dominator next? Or we have to forget about this character in the third season?

Dom was a big part of the third season plan. Craig had an amazing new angle for her that was delightfully petty but wholly Dominator.

12. Since the threats of season 3 are worse than Dominator, that has me wondering. Do they know more about Wander’s weaknesses and how to use them against him?

Dominator knew how to exploit everyone’s weaknesses. The S3 villain knew how to exploit everyone’s strengths. (I wonder, how it is?)

13. So like is there a whole planet of magical electric skeletons or is Hater special?

All will be revealed in time….Most likely.

14. That Hater’s energy that his max power created will have consequences? Like waking up certain monkey.

It would, in fact, have consequences, but not what you’re thinking.


So, it was a very long post! Thank you, if you have read this far. So, are you ready to put up with this? Are you ready to just let it go and never see these wonderful things? And I’m not ready. So that’s the reason for all of us to @savewoy!

Be Used (Jason Mccann) (Mature)

The slamming door was an usual, afternoon sound that came around whenever Jason Mccann felt angry, annoyed, aggravated or all of the above combined in one.  

The days were getting too stressful; especially with cops sniffing around, making it extremely hard to work for him and the boys. All the unfinished deals, unwanted people being killed, drugs and guns multiplied - this got to the stage, where it was simply too much to carry on an individual’s shoulders.

Y/N knew. She knew very well how emotionally drained her boyfriend was. All the signs of indisposition, both physically and mentally. He looked tired, exhausted. The bags under his eyes, messy hair, obsessed look as he constantly checked up on any news that the gang could bring in. Still, mostly it was the lack of interest he gave her.

Now, it wasn’t about what she wanted, what she needed, even though she was missing himself more than any words could ever describe. Not mentioning sex, what she craved the most was her boyfriend by her side, laughing, talking. The cuddles, the little ‘I love you’s & more. She ached for feeling him being a different Jason, a Jason that was carefree only with her.

Nevertheless, the sex part was what worried her the most. It was normal by now that Mccann was using her body as a getaway whenever he felt like he needs to. And for Y/N it was not a big deal, mainly because she was too disturbed by the fact that the love of her life could just go out and kill someone as an income of outrageous rage.

The shadow of his body has become now visible, as Jason took himself straight to kitchen, not even once looking around. His girlfriend, of good amount of time now, bit on her bottom lip, only imagining the frightening thoughts that were going through his head. The idea of all the demons he was forced to hold back inside made her really upset. And this was everytime she would see him in such condition. Once again, Y/N mentally cursed herself for overthinking the situation and finding her as a victim of it as well.

A deep, shaky sigh has left the plumpy lips of hers. She stood up, fixing her hair and clothes, just like she would be going to some formal meeting that was suppose to bring a crucial earnings. Her toes made their way to the kitchen as silently as it was physically possible, just in case. A muscular, male posture was turned back to her, focused on something below so badly that no recognition was given to an individual that just appeared.

“Jase? Can we talk?” Y/N asked silently, slightly afraid of the reaction she might receive.

This was a reminder of the days when the two were strangers to each other, when Y/N would be too embarrassed to even look at Jason, which only made him smirk and pay attention to the girl who he never thought would play a role in his future life.  

Good couple of seconds has passed, since the silence was broken down by little, non-understandable whimpers.

“Yeah, what is it?” He answered, looking back at her. There was no specific emotion hidden behind the look he was emitting, just like the two ball-shaped things inside of him lost the purpose utterly.

“Um, I-” She started, looking puzzled, just like her mind. Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion, looking at the body of his girlfriend carelessly. This never happened. Usually, he was being so nice, he was always being nice to her, unless they had a misunderstanding. But, even then. So bloody nice.
“I know how you feel. I cannot actually relate, but I understand completely. I know you hate talking about the emotions, that’s exactly why you are having cocaine on our counter, I’m not mad, like I said - I get it.” The sentence finally left her mouth, as Jason slid to the right, covering the illegal image that his girlfriend spotted. “I get it so bad, I am not here to make you talk or cry or complain or whatever. Just, um, let me help you, we both know what will help you, we can do it.” Her head nod, as the speech she gave had a more confident sound half way through.

“No, no way, I told we won’t fuck when I’m this angry.” He said almost instantly, shaking his head. “I’m all good, this baby will make me feel better and we can lay down later and watch you favourite, sappy shit, just give me time, I need that.” He mumbled, ignoring her presence by turning back around, guess it was just easier this way.

“Yes, we will, because you want it and I want it.” She said aggressively, getting annoyed with yet again - no interest she was given. Next thing she knew was her hand grabbing Jason’s one harshly, pulling it, to make him look at her and for once, be serious when it came to the stuff that came out of her mouth.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? Fucking get off my dick!” Jason screamed out in frustration, not because of what Y/N did, but because he was just about to bend over and let the magic powder do its wizardry thing.

“You are so fucking irritating. Don’t you get it? You always fuck me when you feel angry, just because you feel extra angry doesn’t mean I can’t take it. Jason, I’m being for real, this is getting out of hand. I can’t have you slamming the door, breaking things, pretending I’m not here, I can’t do it anymore. I feel like fucking shit, you are all I care about and yet, I cannot help you. If you won’t let me be your therapist, just let me be your fucking slut.” The words came out with such great meaning behind them, showing how the struggle of one person can easily affect his closet ones.

“I don’t wanna use you.” Jason whispered, as soon as Y/N’s hands started to touch him up, scrolling through his chest, down to his pants, as she undid the belt.

The only reason he did not stop her was because of what she said, she made him feel as she is soon about to leave if the things won’t change, and that was not in his control at all. Yes, he was aware of the fact his girlfriend that he loved so dearly didn’t even come across to the thought of hurting him and it was his own, messed up thinking that made him believe in that.

“I want to be used.” She whispered back, as her shaking hands slipped down around his tight. Her chin moved up, looking at the face of the boy she loved, looking for answers. She was just too good to simply start with more without getting the permission, just like he would when he wanted to.

He looked at her with such an empty expression. Was it a yes, was it a
no? Y/N slowly, very slowly, stared going down on him, which made Jason furrow his eyebrows in such shock. As soon as he came into realisation, he grabbed her arm, pulling her little body up.

“If you wanna help me, jack me off. I didn’t have a time to do it myself.” He said firmly, sticking up to a plan he created in his mind. Mentally, he punched himself so hard, as he had a girl he adored trying to suck him off and he just declined.

“But, I-”

“No. You want to be my slut? Fucking be one. Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. I don’t want your fucking cunt or you mouth or whatever, jack me off. Make me cum and then fuck off.” He spat, looking at her with no further feeling, which in some weird way had her turned on. She quickly just nodded, hating herself for the fact she enjoyed it. It was a first mini sexual interactions they had in so long, it felt like forever.

Y/N slipped both her hands slowly inside his boxers, massaging his length that was quick to become harder and harder, out of the total lack of touch he has been receiving recently. She looked down, licking her lips, as the tips of her fingers were making rounded moves on the tip of an impressive member, while the other hand landed on a pair of balls, caressing them intensively.

“Fuck, I’m actually close.” Whimpers hit Y/N’s sight, surprising the both of the two, as Jason was never the one to be at his pick point quickly.

“You’re so fucking big.” The moans came out, which made her boyfriend raise the corners of his lips, forming the smirk that was not welcomed on the handsome face since the start of all of his issues.

“Hurry the fuck up.” He muttered, feeling himself getting hot, as he moved his eyes onto a set of hands, satisfying him.

He regretted not fucking her now. What he would do to her. It’s probably what he wouldn’t do to her - that was a real good question. “Oh my-…Faster, harder, I want you to feel me, I want to feel my sperm landing right on your beautiful, tiny hand. Fuck, and you know what you will do later? Lick it all of so nicely, you will get what every slut is waiting for, is daddy fucking right?” He moaned out, restlessly moving his hips to signalise he needs and demands more.

She did as she was told, stroking his dick, up and down as her fingers pressed more force onto his balls, tugging them. The characteristic sound of moans fulfilled the kitchen, as the hands slipping on Jason’s dick made him ready to release and make himself feel better. He was so in the moment, so vulnerable in such state.

“Daddy, I want all of your cum, I’m so ready. I want you to see me tasting you. P-please.” She sobbed, letting out a moan in desperation, as her panties got soaked more and more with every minute.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A loud, deep groan hit all the corners of their house as the Jason’s hands tightened on the counter behind him. his head threw back and his body became tremulous, when all the juices left his body, accompanied by his moans. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sticky substance on her fingers, slowly taking herself out of dark blue jeans. She waited a minute for Jason to recover and look back. Gently, the tongue was pressed onto fresh skin licking and sucking of all the white cum.

“So fucking hot.” He howled, pressing his thumb on Y/N’s chin, taking the little drop of his sperm left over, as he pressed it against her soft, warm lips. He sighted quietly, annoyed with the fact that he had so much love for this girl. That he loved her and he was tied up to her. That much, that he would happily just let her in. Because, there was a trust the boy had in her.

“You deserve my attention, I will tell you all that bothers me.” He said finally, smiling gently. He now felt bad for the insults and the attitude that somehow covered up the love he was having.

The girl didn’t need apologies to read it from his face. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling the sudden relief that both of them really needed at the end. And even through, nothing was going to be easy in any way, she could sleep calmly from now on, knowing she was being a shoulder to cry on.

So I just posted another thing about where I work, and I mentioned that I’d seen some shady practices since I’ve been here. So the bakery is in a grocery store in the Midwest that used to be Pauls, and I’ve only been here for 2 weeks. Yet they have me alone running the bakery. I share a space with deli so my work area is legit one small table. My manager keeps yelling at me to help deli when they’re busy, despite the fact that I’ve barely been trained in bakery, and never trained in deli. I work 9 hour days yet i usually go over because it’s way too much work for one person. But the day before the Super Bowl takes the cake. It was my first day by myself, and we were out of French Bread and Ring Doughnuts. Like my manager never put in my order for more so I couldn’t even make more. So they go to a competitor grocery store, buy French bread from their bakery, and have me repackage and label them as ours. They also had me put Krispy Kreme doughnuts in our doughnut case, which is supposed to be doughnuts that we made. I doubt those are allowed for individual sale. So not only is that ethically so so wrong, I’m pretty sure that’s all illegal? Reselling an item as yours, especially a name brand thing like Krispy Kreme?
I don’t have to deal with customers, but I really dislike the job. I plan to leave soon, though that’s mostly because of health issues.

You’ve Got One Voicemail

Prompt: Imagine Spencer leaving you a message when he develops anthrax poisoning.

“Umm, hey, Y/N. I hoped I never would have to do this, but here it goes. If you’re getting this, it means things have turned for the worse. I’m leaving this for Garcia to send you only if it looks like I might not survive this. We’re looking for an unsub that is poisoning people with anthrax. I’ve had a vaccine, but if you get this it probably means that the vaccine didn’t work.

“I just wanted to call you to let you know, well, do you remember that night a few weeks ago when we were supposed to meet up for dinner, but I had a case? Instead of pressuring me to go out you showed up at my place with some take out and the Doctor Who box set and we just sat around and talked and watched tv. There was a point in the night when you had just fallen asleep leaning against me and I looked down and I realized that I loved you and I wanted to spend my life with you. I went out and got a ring the next day.

“I just wish I told you how much I loved you, Y/N. You’re amazing: you’re smart, beautiful, and all around perfect and for some reason you choose to be with me. I still don’t know why you do, but if I do get out of this I’m going to make sure to cherish you everyday and tell you in some way that I truly love you. If you do get this message, please don’t blame anybody but me for being reckless when I entered this house. I just wanted to make sure you know how much I love you. If you get this message, you should go into my top drawer at work and you’ll find a ring. Please take it and remember me, but still live your life. I just-I-I love you, Y/N. Alright, Garcia, I’m done.”

End of message.

Birthday Tribbles

Tony x Reader Oneshot

Summary – Tony tries to get you the perfect birthday present, but he ends up in over his head.

Warnings – One (?) curse word

Word Count – 2,524

Notes – This is a birthday fic for Roo @sebseyesandbuckysthighs. I miss you so much sweetie, I hope that you have an amazing birthday! I hope that the rest of you enjoy this fic as well! It will be from Tony and Bruce’s POV.  As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!

Masterlist

Originally posted by ask-science-boyfriends


Bruce and Tony had just finished up some research in the lab and were hoping to join the rest of the team for a little downtime, but that just wasn’t going to happen.  (Y/N) and Sam seemed to be in the middle of another argument while Steve and Bucky sat on the couch, eating popcorn and watching the two pig-headed Avengers scream at each other.  The two men stopped in the doorway, giving each a look of frustration as they tried to figure out what this one was about.

“I don’t care what you say, Wilson!” (Y/N) yelled.  “If it hadn’t been for the original series, there wouldn’t be a reboot!”

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Flirt (Charles Xavier x Reader)

Prompt: “Could you do a young! Charles Xavier X reader imagine where you two are in an important meeting/ dinner or something and Charles starts to say cheesy pickup lines to you in your mind. Stupid request but funny idea, thanks! Love your blog!!!”

Word Count: 655

Warnings: Nothing to my knowledge, please contact me if you see anything that could be triggering.

Author’s Note: This is quite short but I think it’s cute. :)

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Ransom

A Reid x Reader where Reid and JJ have been taken hostage by the unsub and the reader knows but has to try and hide it from her and Reid’s son.

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Warnings: Hostage Situation, Violance


 “Mommy!” Jacob shrieks running down the hallway into the kitchen.

“What is it baby?” You said bending over to pick up your three year old son. “Spider. In my room.” he said sniffling. “Okay lets go find that big bad spider and Mommy will take care of it.” You say poking his stomach causing him to giggle.

You hated having anything to do with spiders, even killing them, but when Spencer wasn’t home it was your job. When you found the spider Jacob could tell you were nervous. “When will Daddy be back? He is better at killing spiders.” He said, his three year old voice butchering the word spider.

“I don’t know baby. Soon hopefully.“ The case was only supposed to be a week but it was nearing the end of the second week with out any contact with Spencer. After two days of not hearing anything you called Garcia.

She told you that there had been a complication with the case and she had not heard any details.

After killing the spider you went into the living room and turned on the news. You were not paying much attention to it until one word caught your attention. “FBI”. Rossi was on the screen talking about the case as usual.

“The case did not go as expected. We unfortunately we’re over powered and the unsub and his companions took two of our agents. We do not know where they are or what the unsubs look like. We believe that one is a white male in his early forty’s and very fit. We believe the others match the same description. Thank you”

You couldn’t think or breath. You were scared for whoever was taken but terrified that it was Spencer. You had worked at the BAU for five years before you became pregnant and Spencer convinced you to leave. That was where you meet Spencer but also became very close to everyone else on the team.

The first thing you did when you could think was grab your phone and call Garcia. “Hey sugar what’s up.” She said cheerily.

“Who got taken.” Was the all you said. “What are you,” she tried to say when you cut her off. “Don’t lie to me Garcia.” You spit “I know someone got taken by the unsub and you better tell me now.”

“Reid and JJ.” While you knew what she was going to say it still shocked you. The phone hit the ground faster then you did.



You woke up on the couch with Penelope and Jacob standing over you. “Hey sweet pea, how you feeling.” She said softly

“I’ve been better. Jacob mommy’s okay why don’t you go and play.” He gave you a kiss and ran down the hallway. After he left you broke down. This was not the first time Reid had been taken by an unsub but last time was different. Last time you had only been dating, didn’t have a child, and you were still working there and could help


Garcia tried to calm you down for a little while but nothing helped so she sat there holding you and handing you tissues. You dried yourself up though when Jacob came beck into the room. “What’s wrong mommy?” He said his tiny voice warming your heart.

“Oh Auntie Garcia just gave me some bad news that’s all. Everything is fine though you don’t need to worry about it.” You knew you couldn’t tell him. He was only three and he would most likely be more worried than you were. Ever since he was born he was a daddy’s boy and that just grew stronger as Jacob got older.

“Okay. Will you make me some lunch?” He said completely changing the subject. It amazes you how three year olds could so easily brush things off and move on. “Of course baby what do you want.”



It had been five days since you found out Spencer had been taken hostage without any word on his wellbeing. Your heart also went out to JJ’s family knowing that she had two kids of her own. You were cooking dinner when your phone went off. You dropped everything to go find it knowing who it was by the ringtone.

“Talk to me Garcia.”

“The unsub has put out a ransom note and it is pretty steep. Hotch is doing everything in his power to get the funding but as of right now there is nothing we can do.” While not what you wanted to hear there was worse news you could receive.

“So he’s still alive.” You said hopefully. “Most likely, although every once and awhile they kill the person before even sending a ransom note and I jut realized this is probably not helping.”

“No not really. Tell Hotch to work harder and get Spencer home safe or I’ll kill him.” You said not knowing if you were serious or not. “Yes ma'am.” She replied before signing off.



After a day and a half you finally got word again. Garcia had told you that they had gone to pay the ransom and had a plan for the unsub. She then promised to call once she got more information. You had been sitting staring at the phone for two hours waiting for it to ring.

The hardest part of the situation wasn’t that you didn’t know where Spencer was, it was trying to keep it from your son. He asked every day “Where’s daddy” or “When’s daddy coming home” getting increasingly more worried and all you could tell him was soon.

The sharp ringing of your phone broke you put of the trance. Garcia was calling hopefully with good news. “Alright babe we found them, but don’t get to excited he is in very bad condition he is being taken to the hospital for surgery as we speak and also unfortunately the unsub was not caught.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. He’s home.

After finding out where he was from Garcia you hung up and went to find Jacob. “Hey buddy come here.” You said standing in the doorway of his room. “Daddy’s home but he’s in the hospital.” This was not a foreign concept as he went to the hospital every once in awhile. “He is in really bad shape. He will most likely be somewhere called the ICU for a little while which means you can’t see him. You will stay with Grandma for a few days just until he get better. Can you do that for me?” He nods. “That’s my big boy. I love you. Let’s go get in the car.”



It took four weeks for Spencer to be let out of the hospital. You had spent almost every night there and Jacob came to visit almost every day once he could. His first night home was an emotional one after the stress of everything. You had been lying in bed for a few minutes before you felt Spencer get up. He came back carrying what looked like a person.

“Spencer you are not supposed to carry anything heavy for two more weeks.” You reprimanded him. “It’s fine (Y/N) I can carry my own son.” He said setting a sleeping Jacob on the bed and climbing in after. “Good night both of you. I love you so much.” He kissed both of your foreheads before curling up with the two of you and falling asleep.

So imagine that James had tried to get over Lily sixth year and started dating another girl. He was claiming he was completely over her (which we all know is not true) but Lily had begun to believe it. Now this is the time Lily is just beginning to like James and she is terrified she had ruined her chance. Remus, on the other hand, is pining after Sirius who he thinks is Mr. Macho straight man because of all the girls he’s snogged and other nonsense. Remus and Lily are study partners and really close friends who confide in each other. Then they make their plan…

The next day Lily walks with the Mauraders to class which confuses the hell out of them. When they get there, Lily grabs Remus by the tie and snogs him right there. She leaves before the other Mauraders can react, but when they do, oh, it’s a shit-storm. James is going on about how Remus has betrayed him, Sirius is going off that Remus didn’t tell them he fancied Evans (Sirius honestly thought Remus was gay and was furious now that he realized that wasn’t the case), and Peter is just like “what the hell man we were supposed to be lonely old men eating pudding all day what gives?” Remus just tells James that he was over her so he didn’t see the problem, but he wouldn’t date her if it bothered him. Since he was dating another girl, he couldn’t exactly say it did. So he let it go.

Lily and Remus act really obnoxious about their “relationship,” especially in front of the others. James is just festering in his pure rage and Sirius is like “what the fuck Evans everyone knows I have dibs on the Moons back up bitch.”

It’s James who snaps first who starts telling Remus how he wasn’t over Lily and it was all a lie and the fact Remus had her was hurting his feelings and he should stop. Remus is trying really hard to keep a straight face while James is pouring his heart out to him but he caves and dies of laughter. All the others are confused and Remus just takes them down to Lily and tells her “you’re good girl.” James and the other girl broke up so it’s totally okay when Lily just kisses James and says “you’re mine Potter” and saunters away like the badass she is. They are all dumbfounded except Remus who just goes back up to the dormitory like it’s all cool. Sirius climbs into his bed that night and Remus tells him everything, even the whole making jealous part because “I’ve been in love with you since second year bro.”

Let’s just say they needed a very strong silencing charm for Remus’s punishment.

If, as I believe, animals feel pain, humiliation, sorrow and all the other emotions, these feelings cannot be ignored in our behavior toward them. A bear is not going to compose Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, but then neither is our next door neighbor. We do not for this reason conclude that we have the freedom to experiment upon him, hunt him for sport, or eat him for food. … Jeremy Bentham in 1789 connected sentient feelings with rights this way: ‘A full grown horse or dog is beyond comparison a more rational, as well as a more conversable animal, than an infant of a day, or a week, or even a month old. But suppose the case were otherwise, what would it avail? The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?’
—  Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson, When Elephants Weep: The Emotional Lives Of Animals.
Amnesia

Summary: Oh, I really suck at these… You have been hunting with the Winchesters for years…You never knew how far you were willing to go to make Dean happy.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Cas, Crowley

Pairings: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 3600+

A/N: This is my first attempt at a reader insert. Hope you enjoy…I would love some feedback. Thanks for reading.

Warnings: Language, reader depression, alcoholism 

Strong arms tightening around your waist slowly brought you out of dreamless sleep. Blinking the sleep away, you survey the bare, grey wall of your room that you had never bothered to decorate. A small smile flicks across your face as you remember one of the biggest fights that you and Dean had ever had, you saying that you wanted a separate room. It had taken almost a week to get it through his thick skull that you just wanted him to have his own space because he had never had a room to himself. Though in all reality, you never slept apart.

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Badass!reader part 5 Imagine Jack frost almost kills you and Dean has to save you from freezing to death ♡♡♡♡

Word count: 4346
Pairings: Dean x reader
Warnings: usual, swearing, drowning
A/N: So anyone who read the pending requests knew that Dean was gonna save her haha, and to everyone else, it’s in the title, so I don’t feel that it’s gonna be a surprise to anyone. This was gonna be the last badass!reader part, but then I got another request for her, so there’s at least one more part coming, so this turned into more of a filler than an ending. So yeah, bear with it, and part 6 will have a better story to it.
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Dean only lay with you in the snow for a few seconds before he angrily swiped a hand over his face, wiping his tears away and clearing his vision.

“No!” He growled as he sat up, gently picking you up and then standing up, making sure he had hold of you properly before he started running through the woods, carrying you back the the motel.

“Just a little while longer, Y/N. Just hold on, baby. I’m gonna get you back,” he promised as he ran, and soon enough you were back in your motel room, Dean gently depositing you on the bed while he grabbed his phone and hit speed dial for Sammy.

It rang three times before Sam picked up, but in that time Dean had gone into the bathroom and started filling the bath with warm water and then had ran back to you.

As soon as Sam answered, Dean was talking, his voice rough from crying.

“Sammy! Get back here now. It’s Y/N…”

The line was silent for a moment but Dean carried on grabbing things, knowing that he had a narrow window of opportunity to act.

Sam spoke carefully, as if he didn’t want to hear the answer.

“Is… Is she dead?”

Dean shook his head.

“I’m gonna bring her back, Sammy. Don’t worry. She’s going to be fine. Find Bobby and bring him back here.”

Sam didn’t even bother replying, but just hung up. Dean knew that he could rely on his brother, so he threw the phone away and then picked you up off the bed, carefully carrying you to the bathroom.

Gently he placed you in the bath, the water cold, but not as cold as it had been outside.

He was going to try and bring your body temperature back up slowly, and then try CPR again.

After ripping his shirt off, Dean climbed in the bath with you, holding your head up and keeping you close to his body, trying to use his body heat to aid in warming you up.

He added a little more hot water to the bath, trying to warm it up as he rubbed your arms and back, quietly talking to you.

The water was working and you were getting warmer, so Dean didn’t wait any longer before he got you both out of the bath and then took a deep breath before starting CPR again.

He was keeping track in his head, sealing his mouth over yours once again to give you two breaths and then more chest compressions, feeling more desperate after each set and you still weren’t responding.

He had to remind himself to try and keep calm, or he was afraid he’d break your ribs in his desperation.

“Come on! Y/N come one! Come back!” He growled as he pushed down of your chest.

Suddenly you started coughing and Dean let out a sob, quickly helping you to sit up and cough the water up, rubbing your back and holding you against him as you got it up.

“Good girl. Good girl,” he chanted in between planting kisses on your temple and rubbing your arms.

You felt like you’d been hit by a bus.

Everything ached, and you were freezing cold, shivering violently in a familiar set of arms.

“D…Dean?” You stuttered and he nodded and then answered aloud too.

“Yeah baby, its me. It’s all right, I’m here.”

Before you said anything else, he was picking you up and carrying you back into the bedroom, both of you dripping all over the floor, but you were both past the point of caring.

You tried not to moan too much when Dean put you down for a second so that he could help you out of your wet clothes, quickly drying you off with a towel and then helping you into the bed.

The covers were heavy and warmed you up a little, but you were still shivering violently.

Dean quickly got out of his soaking jeans and then dried off before climbing in with you, pulling your shivering form towards him.

You buried your face in his neck, feeling how tense he was, and after a second, you looked up at him and saw that he was staring at the ceiling, water pooled in his eyes, spilling over when he blinked.

Feeling a little alarmed, you tried to talk around your chattering teeth.

“D…Dean…Why…are you… Crying..g?”

He pulled you even closer, wrapping his arms tighter around you, trying to keep you as warm as he could.

“Because for a second there, I thought I had lost you,” he explained, running a hand down his face to get rid of his tears.

You felt a lump in your throat and blinked the tears away.

“I think for a second there, you did,” you whispered, your shivering finally seeming to subside.

Dean started humming to you, and the sound was comforting, lulling you to sleep on Dean’s chest.

He played with your hair and watched as you relaxed, your breathing evening out as you drifted…

The door banged open and you opened your eyes and sat up, your thoughts going immediately to Jack, but it was just Sam and Bobby, their chests heaving after running all the way back.

When they saw you alive, you saw them both sigh in relief and Sam walked into the room and came over to you, giving you a hug before looking at Dean.

“We found Jack’s body and we’ve burned it. Juliet and Maggie are both safe, and Juliet says she wants to see her sister.”

Dean frowned.

Juliet had been getting on his nerves since before he had met her, and after he had he didn’t think she was much better. But you wanted to see her, so you nodded and Sam nodded and then left with Bobby, who sent a “good to see you still kicking, kid” your way before closing the door behind them, leaving you and Dean with some privacy for a few moments, so you figured that now was the time to swallow your pride and apologise.

“Dean?”

He looked at you and you half smiled at him.

“Just for the record, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have been so stubborn back at Bobby’s, and if I hadn’t stormed off earlier, this wouldn’t have happened…”

Dean quickly cut you off by moving forward and pressing his lips against yours and bringing his hand to your hair, holding you close as he kissed you deeply.

Every ounce of love and gratitude he felt about you was projected in that kiss, but you were interrupted by your sister walking in, so you pulled apart, reluctantly.

Juliet looked like she’d been crying, and she stood frozen in the doorway for a few seconds before rushing over to your side and asking you if you were okay.

Before you could reply, she had looked over at Dean.

“Thank you so much. Sam told me what happened, and Y/N would be dead without you. So thank you,” she smiled at him and he grunted a reply, but then felt guilty for your sake, and answered her.

“You’re welcome. Though with that said, I didn’t do it for you,” he added as he grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom to get changed.

Juliet watched him go and then looked at you with a little grin on her face.

“Trust you to be the one to make a Winchester fall for you,” she laughed, and you shrugged, wondering how she knew who the Winchesters were.

“How do you know they’re Winchesters?” You asked, and she pulled a face at you.

“Everyone knows about the Winchesters. They’re the best hunters out there. Mom knew John, and she used to talk about him and his boys all the time… Can’t you remember?” She asked, but you shook your head and then looked away.

“It’s not like me and mom were ever close. Small talk wasn’t one of the things she would bother with with me. But I guess I finally did something right by her standards if I found hunting partners she would agree with…” You trailed off, not wanting to think about your mother anymore. Your relationship hadn’t exactly been great, and you only felt worse when you thought about it.

Juliet sighed and then put her hand on your arm, looking you in the eyes as she spoke.

“Mom was proud of you. She always was…” She paused for a second and sighed, as if what she was about to say was difficult.

“Mom always knew that you were the better hunter. Even though you were younger, she always knew that she’d never have to worry abut you on solo hunts. You just had that spark that I was lacking. You two only clashed so much because you reminded her so much of dad. You always knew your own mind and strengths. Her death wasn’t your fault… There’s something I never told you…”

You held your breath as your big sister told you what she had withheld from you for years.

“Mom knew what she was doing that day. You were never supposed to fight Jack. You were the bait. We didn’t tell you just in case you gave it away. But Mom was never going to let you fight. You did nothing wrong…”

Juliet could see the way you were looking at her, and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

She had known how guilty you had felt after that hunt, how it had torn you apart for years, making you feel like everyone around you got hurt and left. You’d been too scared to get close to people in case you got them hurt, and now she was telling you that it had all been bullshit. There had never been anything wrong with you.

You didn’t know what you were feeling. You were angry, sure, and on a normal day, you would have likely smacked some remorse into her, but you had died that day, and you just felt tired.

She was looking worried now, and she touched your arm again, but you pulled it back out of her grip.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Please say something…” She begged, so you obliged her and looked up.

“Get out,” you simply answered and she frowned but stood up, looking like she was going to say something else, but then she turned and headed for the door.

When she was gone, Dean came back into the room and sat next to you, taking your hand and smiling at you, waiting for you to speak. He had heard what Juliet had told you, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it until you had processed it.

Instead, he went and got your duffle, pulling some clothes from it for you to put on.

You looked outside and frowned.

“Dean, it’s the middle of the night. Where are we going?” You asked, not really feeling like going out.

Your body hurt, your mind hurt. Everything hurt.

You repeated your thoughts to him, hoping he didn’t want to go out and get food, but instead he nodded and handed you the clothes he had picked for you.

“I know. We’re going to the hospital.”

You groaned and lay back down, trying not to groan at the pain it caused in your chest.

“Dean, I’m fine! I’ll be normal again in a few days. Just let me sleep it off,” you tried, but he shook his head and pulled you to your feet, helping you into a comfy tee and then one of his shirts.

“Y/N, you died. Okay? Your heart stopped beating and you drowned… I don’t care if I have to personally carry you in there myself. You are going to that hospital, and you’re going to let the docs do what they need to to make sure that you are okay. Capisce?”

You glared at him, but didn’t argue as you stepped into a pair of jeans and let Dean do them up as you were shivering again and your hands were numb.

Dean left you to put your socks and shoes on by yourself as he went to tell Sam, and when he got back, you were just pulling on a jacket.

“Sammy is coming with. He’s in the impala already… Juliet and Maggie are staying here for the night, and Bobby is gonna watch them…”

You nodded and walked towards him, dragging your feet a little as your legs were feeling like they didn’t want to cooperate.

You felt so weak and you hated it so much. You were supposed to be a hunter, but you were about as helpful as a baby now that you’d been hurt.

Without saying a word, Dean walked over to you and scooped you into his arms, carrying you out of the door and pulled it shut with his foot.

“I said I’d carry you,” he explained, making you feel a little less useless, so you smiled and kissed his cheek.

Once you were safely in the back of the Impala, Dean climbed in the drivers seat and looked back at you once before starting the engine and heading for the hospital.

On the road, you filled the brothers in on all that had happened to you, and then Dean returned the favour and explained that the colt had worked and what had gone down between you storming off and Dean reviving you in the motel.

It sounded like it had been pretty close, and that made your sarcasm die down a little as you realised that you were lucky that you were still breathing. You owed Dean.

You had to come up with a cover story for what happened to you, so you quickly came up with that and then relaxed as you pulled up in the hospital car park.

You really didn’t want to get out of the car as it was warm in there, but Dean came around for you and scooped you into his arms once more, leaving Sam to close the door after you and then run ahead to get a doctor.

Once you were inside, you were met with a gurney and a group of doctors, all chattering around you as Dean placed you down.

Before you even had time to react, they were pushing you away, leading you away from Sam and Dean, behind a set of double doors that locked automatically behind you.

When you saw that Sam and Dean couldn’t follow you, you started freaking out, calling for them and trying to get off the bed, but a doctor restrained you.

You didn’t know where the irrational fear was coming from, because deep down you knew that the doctors weren’t going to hurt you, but you didn’t want to be separated from your friends, especially Dean.

You could see him at the end of the hall, trying to open the doors and shouting through to you, telling you to calm down and for the doctors to let go of you, but no one paid attention.

You were acting on instinct to protect yourself and so you ripped your arm from the doctors grasp and punched him in the face, screaming at them to let you go.

Two more doctors held you down and then you felt a scratch on your hip, and then darkness took you again.

Dean watched you relax through the window, wanting to break down the doors and come and rescue you, but he knew that you were in good hands, and you were only scared because you’d been through a trauma, and not because you were in any danger…

Still. He felt that he should be at your side.

Sam put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“She’s gonna be okay, Dean. She’s strong and you did good. They’ll probably just give her a once over and release her. Until then, sit down, I’ll go find us some coffee and the doctor will find you when you can go and see her. Okay?”

Dean nodded and then took his brother’s advice, collapsing into a chair in the waiting room and quickly falling asleep.

The whole day had drained him, so when Sammy came back with two cups of coffee, he just smiled and set them down on a small table and then sat beside him brother, keeping watch for any news.

Almost an hour and a half later, a doctor emerged from the doors, a clipboard in hand as he went and spoke to the nurse on the station, who then pointed over to Sam and Dean.

Sam didn’t wake his brother, just in case there was nothing to report, and instead stood up and walked over to the doctor.

The doc regarded Sam carefully and then back at Dean.

“You two are the ones who brought in Y/N Y/L/N?” He asked and Sam nodded, lightly bouncing around on his feet.

“Yeah. Is there any news? Is she okay?”

The doctor nodded and sighed, looking at his clipboard.

“She’s very lucky. And strong. Her body was put through a lot, but she’s still fighting against it. Her brain activity is normal, and there doesn’t seem to be any permanent damage…”

Dean had woken up and walked over to where the doc and Sam were talking, eager for any news about you, and caught the back end of the doctors sentence.

“She’s okay then?” He asked, and the doctor turned to him with a slight smile on his face.

“Yes she is. Are you the one who pulled her from the water?”

Dean nodded, slightly nervous about what the doc was gonna say next. Probably about to have a go and say she should have been brought straight to the hospital.

He was surprised to hear the next sentence out of the doctors mouth.

“Then you are a hero. You saved her with your quick thinking and acting. You should be proud of yourself. She’s going to make a full recovery because of you.”

He shook Dean’s hand, and then told them where they could find you.

“She’s still asleep, but going on how she reacted before, it’s probably best that she wakes up to some familiar faces.”

The two Winchesters thanked him and then started heading for your room.

Sam stopped however and told Dean that he was gonna phone Bobby and Juliet to let them know the news. Dean nodded and then found his way to your room, opening the door quietly and sticking his head around to look at you.

You were sleeping peacefully on the bed, your hair fanning around your head, reminding Dean of how you had looked, face down in the water, so he quietly walked over to you and gently smoothed your hair down.

Even unconscious you responded to his touch, turning your face a little into his hand and he smiled and stroked your cheek before pulling up a chair next to you.

When he looked back up at you, he found that your eyes had slowly opened and you were looking at him, so he got back to his feet and kissed your forehead.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, and you frowned and stretched, feeling how weightless your arms felt.

“Some douche stabbed me,” you frowned, making Dean laugh. The sound of it made you smile a little, and you bodged up on the bed so Dean could climb in with you.

Clearly you had been given some pain meds as you were struggling to stay awake, so you just snuggled into Dean’s chest and let sleep take you, Dean following soon after.

That was how Sam found you when he walked in, chuckling to himself as he snapped a picture to send to Charlie.

It all worked out, kid. She’s doing fine - S

The reply was almost instantaneous.

I’m at Bobby’s with Cas. They’re adorbs! Glad you guys saved her. See you in a few days xx -C

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The next morning, you woke up to the sound of Maggie running in, shouting your name as she tried to pull herself up onto the bed, needing a little help from “unca Sammy!”

She started bouncing on you and Dean, waking you both up.

“Maggie, be careful. Aunty Y/N is poorly. She needs kisses and cuddles, not lots of noise,” Juliet warned as she came through the door, carrying a heavy looking box in her arms with a smaller box on top.

She put them down on a spare chair and then walked over to you, watching Dean play with Maggie as she took your hand and squeezed it.

You could tell that an apology was headed your way, so you shook your head and squeezed her hand back.

“It’s okay, Juliet. I forgive you,” you explained, having realised that you didn’t have enough family to hold grudges over childish mistakes.

To stop her from arguing with you, you quickly spoke to Maggie, putting your arms out.

“Well where’s my kisses and cuddles to make me better?”

At first she was a little shy, sticking to Dean, but when he told her that he’d kiss you too, she was suddenly game and jumped on you, showing you with little kisses and making everyone laugh, even Bobby who had followed Juliet into the room.

You were interrupted by a doctor who came in to check on you and ask you a load of questions before he signed a sheet and officially discharged you.

Juliet had brought some more clothes for you, so you closed the curtains around your bed and got dressed while listening to the others talk.

“What’s in the box?” You asked through the curtain as you pulled a t-shirt on, dumping the hospital gown on the bed and trying not to think of which nurses had put you in it.

Juliet was quiet for a moment, but then she cleared her throat and moved closer to the curtain and spoke through it.

“After we split up, I went back to the storage locker mom put our things in and I cleared it out. The stuff in the box is stuff that I thought you should have, and things that used to belong to you… A few pictures of us from the old house, and then some that mom took of us growing up on the road…”

You finished pulling up your jeans and then opened the curtain, thanking your sister, but not opening the box. You would do that when you were back in your room in the bunker, when you had the privacy to work through any feelings the contents of the box would drag up.

There was a moment of silence which was broke by Bobby announcing that you ought to be hitting the road soon.

Juliet’s face fell, so you stepped forward and hugged her, pickpocketing her phone at the same time.

When you pulled apart, you started dialling on her phone.

“We’re not losing each other again. You’ve got my number, and if I’m ever anywhere near here again, I’ll swing by. Okay?”

She nodded and then took Maggie back from Dean, stepping back to allow you all to pass.

You were a hunter. You never found goodbyes particularly hard, because you lived knowing that each day could be your last, and you were pretty much cool with that. Juliet however was not. She had been out of the life for a while, and so watching you walk out of the door again was far too much like a goodbye she might not again.

She was safe, but she knew that you weren’t. Not so long as you were hunting. And she also knew that she would never be able to keep Maggie safe so long as you were in their lives. So she smiled and waved as you got into the impala, knowing that as long as you were hunting, she wouldn’t know if you were ever going to come back, and if you were, what kind of trouble you might bring with you. So she waved goodbye, praying it would be the last one so long as you were hunting.

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The next day, you pulled up in front of Bobby’s house, Charlie and Cas waiting for you on the porch, looking impatient as the engines were shut off and you all slowly climbed out, stiff from the long journey.

Strangely enough, Cas was the first of the pair to hug you, and you wondered if Charlie had been giving him more lessons on blending in with humans.

He frowned at you when he moved back though.

“You need healing. You are not well,” he observed before touching two fingers to your forehead, leaving a warm feeling to spread throughout your body.

“Thanks Cas,” you smiled, and he returned the expression, looking genuinely pleased that he’d been able to help.

Charlie nudged him out of the way and hugged you tightly, having not expected to see you again, so it was a pleasant surprise that you were alive.

In the back of her mind, Charlie was already wondering when she could get her hands on the next book. She wanted to know what happened, but Chuck hadn’t released another book, and hadn’t answered her questions when she had asked about it.

But the way you and Dean were looking at eachother was enough to give her hope that a happy ending was on the horizon.

With a laugh, she realised that you were truely one of them now, and she repeated her thoughts to you.

“Why’s that?” You chuckled, and she grinned and lightly punched you in the arm.

“Winchester final initiation test. You have to die at least once and be brought back. We’ve all been there!”

Everyone laughed, having to see the funny side to that twisted truth, and Dean pulled you close to him and kissed your temple.

“Yeah. Welcome to the family.”

The Long Road Home

Note: So…… I’ve decided to start a new series. I had written this on my old blog, but I decided I wanted to change it a bit. If y’all like it, let me know if I should continue this series!!

Storyline: Reader and the Winchester brothers are heading back home when Y/N doesn’t feel well. 

Characters: Dean X Reader, Sam, Bobby (mentioned)

Warning: none really

Word Count: 3,753

“Y/N?”

I roll over in bed at the sound of a gentle knock on the door. Sam’s whispered voice wakes me from a blissful sleep. I glance at my phone, the bright glow of the screen nearly blinding me. 6:30am. I throw aside the blankets and walk zombie fashion to the door. After a few fumbles with the doorknob, I open the door to Sam.

“I’m up. Give me like three minutes.”

Sam smiles and walks down the dark hallway. I throw a jogger’s jacket over my cami and replace my shorts with yoga pants. Even in my still drowsy state, I’m careful to make as little noise as possible. My boyfriend’s intermittent snores assure me that he’s still sleeping. Once my running shoes are on and tied, I grab my earbuds and iPod from the nightstand and hurry outside.

Sam is switching through playlists on his iPod when I meet up with him. He’s in a grey T-shirt and basketball shorts. He gives me a grin as I struggle to gather my hair into a ponytail.

“Need any help?”

“I got it.” I get the scrunchie in place, then pop the earbuds into my ears. “Ready to go?”

“Let’s do this.”

We start at a light jog down the street. Like I said earlier, it is before seven in the morning. The streets are quiet and there’s a light fog hanging onto the nearby buildings. We’ve stopped over in this little town after a successful job in Iowa. Now that we have some time on our hands, we’re slowly making our way to North Dakota to visit my Uncle Bobby.

War Paint by Fletcher is playing on my iPod. I look across at Sam with whom I’m matching speed. He must have felt my gaze, because he turns his head to smile at me. I smile back, contented with this early morning ritual we have.

Two weeks ago, I heard someone stirring in the next room. I found Sam getting ready to go for a run. He’d been a little sheepish about it at first, but he invited me to join him. Though I’m not much for exercising or that sort of thing, I’d gone along.

Despite my lungs bleeding and a painful stitch in my side, I found that I liked going for a run in the morning. I feel more energized and it’s helped keep up my stamina during the hunt.

A bit of movement from across the street catches my attention. An older woman is watering the flower baskets outside a hair salon. She looks up at us as we jog past. She’s looking very closely at me and for some strange reason, she looks familiar. I raise a hand in greeting, but her attention is averted by the local postman walking up to her. She smiles and seems to start a cheerful conversation.

I sigh at the sight. Such a quaint little town filled with cheerful locals. Times like these I miss my old hometown. A place where everyone knows everybody. But thinking of home reminds me of the family I left behind. And I promised myself that I wouldn’t look back.

I pull out an earbud and motion to get Sam’s attention. He pauses his music. “What?”

“Race time?”

He smiles, his eyes twinkling. “Are you warmed up?”

“As good as I’m gonna get.”

“All right then, your best song against mine. That stop sign at the top of the hill.” I nod and replace my earbud. I flip through my exercise playlist and pause above Survivor’s hit song.

“On your marks, get set, GO!” I hit play and take off running. The steady tempo of the guitars set my pace and I pull ahead of Sam. Dean’s favorite song plays loud and clear. “It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight.”

The sidewalk starts to go upward. It’s not a very big hill. A week ago, I would have been intimidated by it, but I feel confidant as I start to climb it. Sam’s long legs start to come into his advantage as he pulls ahead by mere inches.

My heart is pounding, almost matching beat with the music. My calves are burning and my knees start to ache. Why is running so dang hard? Sam lengthens his lead by a few feet. I push my body to go faster, but my chest is so tight, I can barely breathe.

My steps slow and I focus on the concrete. My whole body feels like it’s resonating with the violent beating of my heart. A nearby lamp post looks solid enough to support my trembling body. I lean against it, trying to take slow and deep breaths. Do not panic. You just pushed yourself a little too hard. You just need to catch your breath.

The ground is swimming before me and my knees start to buckle. Then everything goes black.


                                                      Sam’s POV

“Y/N?” Sam turned around when he realized that you weren’t following. He saw an older lady hurrying across the street toward a streetlamp. That’s when he saw you, lying in a heap on the sidewalk.

“Y/N!” he shouts, running to where you’ve fallen. The lady gets to you first. She kneels down and checks for your pulse. Sam drops to his knees beside you.

“She’s all right, just fainted.” The lady tells him. “Just give her a minute.”

“Y/N? Call for help, please!” Sam’s hands shake as he holds your limp one. It frightens him to see you so pale and still.

“Just give her a minute.” The lady repeats.

Before Sam can yell at her, your eyelids start to flutter.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. Y/N, can you hear me?”

“Sam?”

He releases a shaky sigh. “Yeah, I’m right here. You’re okay.”

You open your eyes and look around in confusion for a moment. Then your gaze settles on him and he watches recognition dawn. “What happened?”

“You passed out, dear.” The lady explains, smiling kindly at you. “I watched you fall from my shop. You’re going to be all right.”

“Can you sit up?” Sam asks, using his arm to support your head above the concrete. You nod and he helps you sit upright. You’re still pale and gently trembling. But at least you’re awake and alert. “Just take it slow.”

“Sam, I wanna go home.” Your voice is low and slightly breathless.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll call Dean and have him come pick us up.” You grip Sam’s arm tightly.

“No, don’t call him. I don’t want him to know.” You give him a small smile, showing your old self again. “I’m embarrassed enough.”

Sam nods and helps you up. The lady helps steady you by holding your right arm. She turns to Sam saying, “She’ll be fine now. Just take her home and let her rest.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Sam slips his arm around your shoulders to help brace you. For the first few steps you teeter a bit, but soon get your balance back. You shrug Sam’s arm off and insist on walking on your own. Sam sticks close by you, still shaken from seeing you out like that.

“You feeling okay? You didn’t get hurt when you fell?”

“Just my pride is hurting. I’m fine, Sam. It was stupid.” Sam doesn’t think it’s stupid, but he doesn’t argue the point. He can tell that you’re clearly embarrassed.

“Didn’t like the idea of losing, did you?” He jabs you gently with his elbow. “Had to do something to end the race?”

“Come off it.” You laugh, shoving him back. Color is returning to your cheeks and you’re no longer trembling. Sam breathes a sigh of relief to see you returning to normal.

You glance behind you, and Sam follows suit. “What is it?”

“Hmm? Nothing, I just- I thought maybe I knew her.” You shrug. “Probably just one of those deja vu moments.”

“Probably.” Sam once again struggles with the urge to call Dean. He would be upset if he found out that Sam had kept this from him. He was very protective of his girlfriend. But then, they’d have to tell him about their morning jogs and both of you knew he’d only poke fun. Why have him ruin something you both enjoyed?

“You’re sure you’re all right?”

“Yes, Sam, I’m fine.” Your phone starts ringing from your jacket pocket. “It’s Dean.” You hit the answer button. “Hey, babe. Yeah, we’re out getting breakfast. Be back in a few minutes, okay? Sure, yeah, love you too. Bye.”

“So,” Sam raises his eyebrows. “we’re lying to Dean now?”

“Wasn’t a lie. We’re going to stop here,” You stop next to a diner. “and grab some breakfast.”


                                                   Reader’s POV

Half an hour later, we return to the motel with bags of hot food and three coffees. Dean is sitting stretched out on his bed, Sam’s laptop open before him.

“What took you guys so long?” His sandy hair is sticking up in the back and he’s still in shorts and a t-shirt.

“Had to wait in line for coffee.” I explain, handing him a cup and planting a kiss on top of his head. “Why are you up so early?”

Dean takes a long drink of coffee, then points an accusing finger at his cell. “Darn phone was blowing up. Bobby’s got a case for us.”

“What!?” I moan, sinking onto the bed beside him. “But we were supposed to be headed back to Bobby’s! Not go on another hunt.”

“I know, but it’s along the way. Bobby said it should only take us a day to finish the job since he’s done all the homework on it, and it’s in South Dakota, so we’re only like a day’s drive from Bobby’s.”

“One day?” I ask.

“Promise.” Dean pinches my nose. “Hey, why are you both in workout clothes?”

We left Iowa shortly after breakfast and drove towards a little town outside of Huron. Along the way, Dean filled us in on the job. A widow and her son have been living in an old house for many years. Shortly after her husband’s mysterious death, they’ve been noticing strange things throughout the house. A few people in the town have suddenly died without giving the police any leads. Bobby thinks it has to do with the husband and his spirit. Our job is simple. Go in, find his bones, and burn them.

It’s evening when we reach town. Our destination is a few miles outside of town.

“That’s the place.” I point to an old house, probably built in the 1900′s. Dean parks the Impala on the side of the road and we climb out. It’s not that bad of a looking place. A few repairs are needed and the roof needs a good cleaning, but it’s in good shape. There’s a wrap-around porch and a screen door, with shutters for the windows.

A small boy is at the side of the house, chopping firewood. He can’t be more than ten years old. I follow the boys as we walk up the driveway.

“Hi.” Sam says, catching the boy’s attention. “Are you Archie?”

The boy nods. His brown eyes are wide, and his grip on the axe handle tightens. “Who are you?”

“I’m Sam, and this is Dean. And that’s Y/N. We were hoping to talk to your mom, is she around?”

Again the boy nods. “She’s inside.”

“Great. Well, we’ll just go talk to her then.” Sam and Dean start up the porch steps, but I stay where I am.

“I’m gonna stay out here with Archie. Maybe he’d like some help chopping wood?”

Archie nods and points to another axe leaning against the house. I grab it and set a chunk of wood on a log bolt. It’s been awhile since I’ve chopped wood, and my muscles protest at the swinging motion. But I soon find a rhythm. I have to because Archie is chopping away like a pro.

“How long have you lived out here, Archie?” I ask, pausing to wipe the sweat from my face.

Chop. “All my life, I guess.” He takes another swing. “Used to like living here.”

“You don’t anymore?”

“Nope. Not since Dad-” His words break off as he bends to pick up wood.

“You miss your dad, don’t you?”

Archie nods; something he’s very good at doing.

“How long has it been? Since he died?”

“Four months, I think. We- Mom and me- we don’t talk about it. Makes her cry.”

Seeing a young kid shouldering such a burden tears at my heart. “Do you know what happened? How he died?”

Archie’s chin is trembling as he avoids eye contact. He turns his back to me to stack wood on the neat pile against the house. “I-I don’t know. Mom said it was an accident. I just- I-”

“Hey, it’s okay.” I set the axe aside and take the boy in my arms. Not once does he let himself cry aloud. His shoulders shake a little, but he remains silent. I’m amazed by his self control and sense of duty to his mother. “You know, none of this is your fault. Things happen that we have no control over.”

I take Archie’s chin in my hand so he looks up at me. “Your dad would be proud of all of your hard work. I’m sure wherever he is, he’s proud that you’re his son.”

Through unshed tears, Archie smiles a sad smile. He nods- again- and straightens his shoulders.

“Y/N,” Dean calls as they exit the house. “you ready to go?”

I look down at Archie. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” He takes a step back from me and reaches for his axe again. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a card. 

“This is my phone number. If you need anything, you call me, okay?”

“Okay.” Archie takes the card and slips it into his pocket. “Thanks.”

“You got it, kid.” I smile and turn to join the boys. Once inside the Impala, Dean turns to me. “We’ve got a bad deal here, Y/N. Dad was in the Marines. He and a couple of his army buddies killed a fellow Marine during the war. They buried the body and the dude was never found. They never told anyone.”

“Except, the husband told his wife after he kept having these nightmares.” Sam pops between us from the backseat. “He said that they all made a pact never to tell or they’d all go to jail.”

“Somehow,” Dean turns the Impala onto the main road. “someone found out and the authorities started paying visits to the guys. His buddies figured he was the one who snitched, so they got him alone to give him a code red. Now here’s the interesting part,” Dean is getting way too excited about this. “They stuffed a rag into his mouth and a little bit later, the dude was coughing up blood.”

“Did they poison it?” I ask, not understanding Dean’s excitement.

“No! Come on, code red, buddies beating up on a comrade….. A Few Good Men? Seriously?!” Dean shakes his head in disappointment.

“It’s one of his favorite movies.” Sam explains, rolling his eyes.

“You can’t handle the truth.” Dean mumbles. “Best line ever created since Darth Vader said, ‘No, Luke, I am your father’.”

“Sorry.” It only seems appropriate for me to apologize for my lack of movie knowledge.

“Anyway, so get this,” Sam returns to the original topic, “the army buddies figure that they will be charged with murder, so they make it look like a suicide. Cops show up and the guys are free.”

“Let me guess, the victims are the army buddies?” I ask, putting it together.

“Yep. First one, then the other. And each death is made to look like a suicide.” Dean turns the Impala into a cemetery. “Problem is, there’s one buddy left. We figure he’s gonna go after him next. We gotta stop him.”

“We salt the bones and burn them. Simple.” I agree, climbing out of the car.

“Should be.” Sam follows Dean to the back of the car. “I just hope we don’t have other vengeful spirits.”

“Like angry buddies for being murdered?” Dean shakes his head. “I say we salt and burn them all so we don’t have to worry about it.”

Dean hefts a bag of salt over his shoulder while Sam grabs two five gallon tanks of gasoline. I load my shotgun with salt shells and grab the lighter from the dashboard of the Impala before grabbing two shovels.

Darkness has pretty much fallen and there’s a heavy fog settled over the cemetery. The light from the Impala’s headlights cast eerie shadows over the headstones. I shiver against the chill in the air.

I’ve always hated cemeteries. There’s just too much death and gloom. I’m literally walking over dead bodies.

“Here we are.” Dean sets the bag of salt against the headstone. “I’ll start with this one. Sam, why don’t you find the other one.”

“What about me?”

Dean grins at me. “You’re going to keep an eye out for ghosts.”

I stick my tongue at him. “Racist.”

“Whatever. I just don’t wanna look up and see Casper staring down at me.”

“Nincompoop.” I shoulder my shotgun, walking between Sam and Dean’s digging sites. I wish I were digging instead of being put on patrol. At least I’d be busy. Up here, there’s too much room for imagination.

There’s a rush of cold air behind me, and I whirl around to see a spirit standing behind Dean. I raise the shotgun and take aim. Dean jumps at the sound and twists every which and way.

“What was that?!”

“He was standing right behind you!”

Dean wipes his dirty hands on his jeans and blows a breath. “Next time, warn me.”

I give him a thumbs up and turn to check on Sam. There’s a shout from Dean and a sudden sense of cold on my neck. I start to turn, but something grabs me by the back of the neck.

“Y/N!” I hear Dean cry. The shotgun falls from my hand and I struggle to grasp whatever is around my neck. The grip tightens and my airway is constricted. Gasping and choking, I kick my legs as I’m slowly lifted off of the ground.

There’s the sound of a shot and the grip is released. I fall to the ground, coughing. Dean runs up, his face pale in the darkness.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m good.” I assure him, forcing air into my lungs. “Was it-”

“Yeah, he’s gone for now.” Dean pulls me in for a hug. “That scared the crap out of me.”

“Hey you two,” Sam calls from his deepening pit. “We’d better hurry before he comes back.”

“You’re going to stay right by me, understood?” Dean says, leading me back to the grave.

“What about Sam?”

“You can see him from here. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

I don’t argue and stand at the mouth of the grave while Dean resumes digging. I can see the top of Sam’s head in his pit. Several minutes pass and the boys make good progress.

There’s a rustle to my right and before I can react, something knocks me off my feet. I hit the ground with a thud. The spirit grabs my legs and starts pulling me away from the grave.

“Dean!” I scream, trying to kick myself free. “Dean, help!”

Sam and Dean are shouting but they sound so far away. My heart is pounding so loudly it seems to echo in the dense graveyard. The spirit tosses me against a gravestone and for a moment I see stars.

As it approaches for another go, I jump up and start to run towards the spot where I dropped the shotgun. The spirit is right on my heels as I reach down and pick up the gun. In one quick motion, I turn and fire. The spirit vanishes into thin air.

My heart is racing faster than I’ve ever felt. I bend so my hands are on my knees for support, trying to bring air into my lungs and calm to my heart.

“Y/N!”

I straighten and wave off the boys who are running towards me. I’m not hurt. Just, suddenly lightheaded. My chest feels like it’s on fire. My vision is blurred and my last thought is, not again.


                                                     Dean’s POV

“If you will just wait here,” the nurse said, holding up a hand to keep Dean out of the emergency room. “we’ll let you know what happens.”

“That’s my girlfriend!” Dean cries, trying to get past her. “Is she okay? What’s going on? Will somebody please tell me what’s happening!”

“Dean, come on, man.” Sam takes his brother’s arm. “They’re gonna to take care of her.”

“You didn’t see her, Sam.” Dean angrily shakes off his hand. He had ridden with you to the hospital while Sam had followed in the Impala. “She flatlined. They were still trying to bring her back when we got here.”

Sam’s eyes widen. He runs a shaky hand through his hair and averts his face from his brother.

Dean walks up to the double swinging doors, looking through the glass windows into the ER. You’re lying on a table with four or five medical people moving in a frenzied panic around you. There are machines whirring and beeping. One of the doctors is giving you chest compressions. Another is injecting something into your IV. A nurse is giving you oxygen. Another is calling your name, telling you to answer her.

So much going on, yet you are completely still. There’s isn’t a single sign of life coming from you. Dean takes in a shaky breath and covers his mouth to hold back a sob.

“Come on, Y/N.” he whispers through tears. “You can do this. You need to fight. Please, baby, fight.”

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I Didn’t Know What Time It Was

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It’s been two days now. He knows it would be logical to get out of the city, but he’s waiting for something. Against everything he knows about hiding, he went to the exhibit on Captain America at the Smithsonian and looked at a photo of a stranger who might have been his twin from seventy years ago. He’s not sure what he wanted. An epiphany of some kind, a feeling of doors opening and light flooding in; whatever it was, it never came.

Hard Wired

Explicit - 30k

After a few months of being on his own, his body deteriorating, Bucky knows he’s got to go somewhere. He can only think of one place to go. Your basic post CA2 fix-it fic.

Waiting to Prove You’re Not Alone

Explicit - 41k

Months after he woke up on the banks of the Potomac, when a reporter mistakenly assumes Steve would disapprove of homosexuality being as accepted as it is in the modern day, Steve accidentally snaps and unleashes his real opinion on the matter… and with that, a secret he’s hidden for over eighty years.

When that secret comes looking for him in New York, Steve can only hope that he can get a second chance at saving his best friend, even if it means keeping his heart in check.

“Yeah, back in my day it wasn’t tolerated, and because of that I knew from the minute I figured it out, that I’d never get to tell my best friend that I loved him, and sure enough, he died without knowing that I’d been in love with him for a decade.“

How can a loser ever win

Mature - 12k

The Soldier should not be standing here, in the middle of a crowded room with obstructed exits, risking discovery with every second he remains rooted to the spot – but.

But. He’d had to know.

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The Interview: Part 5 - Bucky x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Plot: Bucky reveals who Trish is.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 1880
Warnings: Mentions of Bucky being with someone else, but not in detail.

Author’s note: Okay so this could either be the last part or I’d be willing to write one more… Based off how this one ends… If you guys would be willing to read that sort of thing… *winks* so let me know what you think…

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Bucky POV

“(Y/N), you have to understand that whatever happened with Trish is completely over. It’s been months since I last spoke to her, and there is nothing you need to be worried about, I promise,” Bucky pleads, his focus completely on (Y/N), hoping she’ll be willing to hear him out.

“If this was just some ex-girlfriend, Bucky, how did it end in a lawsuit?” (Y/N) asks, her voice a little sharper than it normally is.

Bucky runs his hands through his hair and says, “Look, I really like you, (Y/N), and I have no problem with telling you what happened, you just… Have to promise me that you’ll hear me out and not think I’m some monster for what happened, because I… I didn’t know, okay?”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, softly replying “Okay…”

Bucky takes a deep breath. “Okay, this is what happened…

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I’m Yours

Request- It would be a Castiel x angel!reader where you are introduced to the Winchesters and they flirt with you jokingly and Cas gets all possessive and jealous

A/N- Whoa first request! I hope you like it! It came out a bit shorter than I thought it’d be. Any who tell me what you think x)

Cas x Angel!Reader

Word Count-962

“Castiel… Are you sure I should meet them?” You ask, slumping your shoulders. “I’m just an ordinary angel.” You whisper.

Castiel who had his back to you, turned around, seeing your hesitation puts a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N you are anything but ordinary.” He smiles. “It will be fine. They’ll love you.” You look up to meet his gaze and nodded with a smile of your own.

You along with Castiel transported yourselves to a room you could only describe as a library. “Damn it Cas we told you not to pop in out of nowhere.” You heard someone say, being covered by Castiel he couldn’t see you.

“Cas?” You whisper in bewilderment. You step to the side to face Castiel “is that one of those human things, where they shorten your name?” you ask curiously.

Sam’s eyes widened and Dean scrunched his face in confusion until he saw you. He smiled devilishly, going unnoticed by Cas or you. “Dean, Sam this is Y/N she is an angel.”

You walked up to Dean and held out your hand to shake his. “Dean Winchester! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you two. I’ve heard so much about you both.” You say looking from Dean to Sam.

He pulled you slightly closer, “I’d prefer to talk about you.” he smirked.

You pay your closeness to Dean Winchester no mind. Glaring at Dean, Castiel cleared his throat. You walk over to Sam. “Sam Winchester!” You shake his hand.

“Hi, Y/N it’s nice to meet you too.” he smiled. Castiel narrowed his eyes as he saw that Sam didn’t let go of your hand. Noticing this Dean called Sam out of the room. “What Dean?”

“Dude Cas likes Y/N.” whispered Dean exitedly.

“Really? You think she knows?” Sam questioned.

“Nah I doubt it…But I have an idea… First one to make him jealous enough to admit it wins.” he says.

Sam smiled “Loser has to do whatever the winner say for a week.”

“Deal.” They shook hands and returned to the library. Dean nudged Sam indicating him to watch Castiel’s reaction. “So sweet heart… Would you like a tour?” Sam saw how Castiel grimaced and clenched his jaw when Dean stood a little too close to you.

Castiel was becoming more and more frusrated as he saw Dean grabbing your hand to show you around the bunker along with Sam. ‘They’ll love you’ he remembered telling you. He huffed in annoyance and went to catch up with the rest of the group, all the while muttering angrily. “Y/N, I’m sure the boys are busy with a hunt. We should stop for now and maybe come back another day.”

“Well if they are busy. I suppose it would be better not to disturb them.” You say walking back towards Castiel.

“It so happens we don’t have a case today. Right Dean?” Sam said.

“Yup. No case. Plus we haven’t finished the tour yet. Right Y/N?” Dean says looking at you.

“Well-“You started.

Castiel sighed. “Fine. Go finish your tour.”

As you all walked along having being switched from Dean to Sam to Dean again. You were having fun but were saddened at the lack of contact with Castiel. To you though, he didn’t seem to mind being away from you. This time with an arm around your lower back Sam showed you what looks like a dungeon. Castiel had almost had enough. Dean wasn’t about to lose the bet.

“How about we head back upstairs for some lunch. I’m starving.” Dean said.

“Oh sure. I can cook!” you say excitedly.

“Now you’re just after my heart” Dean said putting a hand on his chest.

“Y/N you don’t have to-“ Castiel said not wanting you to bond any more with the brothers.

“It’s the least I can do to repay them for their kindness.” You say happily.

You all moved to the kitchen, where you began cooking. Dean stood from his place at the table. He walked over to where you were. Hovering over you. From where Castiel sat it looked like Dean was hugging you from behind. Castiel couldn’t take it any longer. His chair fell when he stood. Taking long strides as to get to you faster. He shoved Dean away from you. Next thing you know Castiel’s lips were on yours. You were shocked to say the least but not too long after you returned his hungry kiss. He pulled away much too quickly for your liking.

He turned to Dean and Sam. “She is mine. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from touching her in the future.” Cas said giving them a menacing look.

Dean put his hands in front of him and shrugged. “Hey. Don’t have to tell me twice.” He looked towards Sam. “Sammy how about you go fetch me a pie.” Dean smirked as Sam stood up and headed to the garage, not without giving him a bitch face. Dean turned around to congratulate the both of you but you were already gone.

Castiel had taken your lips in his before leaving. Only to reappear in your home, all while still kissing. Once he had the slightest taste of what he had long hungered for he wasn’t about to stop. After a short time, simple kisses weren’t enough for either of you. His tongue soon seek permission to enter. Permission you more than happily grant. He put his arms around your waist, to close any gap that was left. Your heart raced more than you thought ever possible. You unfortunately had to slightly push away, to catch your breath. With your foreheads still touching you slowly open your eyes to meet his brilliant blue eyes. “So Cas. I’m yours now am I?” you ask jokingly.

He smirked “Forever.”

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Misplaced seduction (Calum Hood)

Requested : Yes

Could you possibly write one where your like a bad ass and so is Calum and you work together on something illegal like drug dealing or something like that, maybe your flirting with a new buyer so he will spend more money and its pissed Cal off and you guys have really rough sex, up a wall possibly. WOW that would be just, wow, thanks your the best, love your page

Rating : R

Word count : 2 357

Story line : Calum and you are business partner but one day you decide to try and seduce a client to get what you want and Calum gets really mad


“This is going to be complicated” I muttered as (Y/N) and I walked to the building where we were supposed to meet the client. This was a complicated case; the man had asked us to follow another man and get certain information from him; but we got caught and we had to withdraw from our mission in order to save our lives. We were about to make up a story; which was always touchy. Those men, they didn’t joke around; they didn’t let things go, ever. 


“Let me handle this” (Y/N) confidently answered and my head snapped to her; she flashed me a smile and carried on walking straight ahead as I tried to read into her expression. 


“What do you mean ‘let me handle this’ he’s dangerous I’m not going to let you do it on your own” I protested; fury evident in my voice as I imagined the scene: her alone with this man as I powerlessly watched him kill her in front of my eyes. “No way” I added before shaking the images out of my mind.


“I have a plan; he’s not THAT dangerous and it’s all going to be alright… Just trust me, Hood” she replied, smirking as she let out the last part. The only time she’d ever called me by my last name was when I fucked her in my car… The only time I ever got to touch her. 


I shook my thoughts away once again; I had to stay focused; we had to make sure things were going to go right. She was walking ahead of me now; her barely covered legs taking long strides as the material of her tight black dressed hugged the curves of her backside. She didn’t usually dress like that for meetings and I was starting to think her plan was to distract me so that I would let her have her way with the case. And I had to say; it could work.


The man was right on time; he was wearing a tux, and black sunglasses… Typical, he wanted to act like a real businessman and try to impress us. (Y/N) gave him a warm smile and got up from her chair before slowly walking toward him; I tried not to focus on the swaying of her hips as I followed her. She shook his hand and kept it in hers as she guided him toward what we liked to call the meeting table.


“Calum; can you please leave us alone for a second” she asked in a sweet voice and my eyes darkened with anger. She knew I didn’t want to do that, we had discussed it on the way here; yet she was bringing it up in front of our client… I wanted to yank her away from him and explain her how this business worked once again. This kind of men had no respect for women whatsoever and they usually didn’t take them seriously.


“No” I simply answered before taking a seat with them; they were too close for my liking; she was almost seating on his laps and her thumb was ever so slightly brushing over the back of his hand. That’s when I understood her plan; I knew what her touch could do; I had experienced it myself and no man could resist the feeling of her tender hands caressing his skin… 


“I’ll call you back when we’ll get to a subject that concerns you” she assured with a sweet voice but I knew her better; she was losing patience. 


I also knew that if there was one thing that could make you lose your credibility forever; it was to have an argument with your partner in front of a client. It was like an unspoken rule; always make sure you’re both on the same page before the meeting actually starts. She was using it against me and I had no other choice than to give her a death look and turn around. 


I leaned against a wall; my arms crossed over my chest as I watched them start a conversation I couldn’t hear. I could feel my heart beating in my whole body and my nails were digging in my palm at how tight my fists were. I was so mad at her; she’d never done anything like that before and she made me feel like she was working alone, like I was just a bodyguard or something and that she was the brain of it all. It had always been the two of us making plans and executing them in perfect harmony. Why was she doing that, now? 


I watched her lean in toward the man and murmur something in his ear; his eyes twitched and I rolled my eyes at how pathetic he was being; of course he would fall for it. She placed one of her hands on his thigh and started hitching it up; I hold out my breath and watched in horror as she started palming him through his pants. 


No matter how mad and close to punching the wall I was; I couldn’t help but feel a rush of blood travel from my heart to my groin and I groaned in discomfort as I felt myself becoming slightly hard. The man suddenly got up and grabbed her hips; he pinned her against the nearest wall and looked at her deep in the eye; he was about to kiss her. 


I stormed inside the room and they both jumped at my uninvited entrance.
“I think you guys are discussing things that concern me now, right?” I asked; my tone indicating that I wasn’t going to take any more of that act (Y/N) had put on. 


“Yeah, right…” she answered; she seemed phased but I knew her too well to fall for that; that was exactly what she had planned. “Huh… So Mr. Lee was telling me he agreed with us and that they were not much to watch. That guy we were supposed to follow; he’s clean, there’s nothing to dig in, right?” she asked as she turned to the disgusting piece of flesh that stood next to her. He nodded; his eyes not once leaving her cleavage as he leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek. 


“Thank you for your help; I’ll see you again” he announced and I almost threw up at how desperate he sounded. 


“I actually think we’re done here, so probably not” I interjected and (Y/N) gave me a knowing smile as Mr. Lee nodded his head at me and quickly disappeared, leaving me and (Y/N) alone in the room.


“Well, that was easier than expected; mission accomplished!” she cheered as she took the jacket she’d put on the back of her chair and put it over her shoulders. 


“Fuck you” I harshly replied; my eyes burning into her body as I saw her eyes widen for a second. 


“Oh come on, Calum, you know I was just doing it for us, so that we could put this case behind” she tried to reason me but I was too far gone. In one stride I was standing right in front of her and I took both her wrists in my hand and pinned her against the same wall. 


“Really? Weren’t you just trying to make me jealous so that I would fuck you like I did the other day? Hmm?” I growled and a small sigh left her parted lips as I pressed my erection against her. 


“I don’t know what you’re talking about Calum…” she weakly replied and I smirked at the effect I had on her; she could deny it all she wanted but her body was betraying her by responding to my every touch.


“Well here’s what I think : no one’s ever fucked you that good and you’d do anything to feel that way again; even if it means flirting with some gross dude” I said before slowly leaning in. 


I brushed my lips over hers and watched as she closed her eyes and held her head higher; she was craving it. I attacked her neck instead and she breathed heavily into my ear; I started sucking at her soft flesh; my plump lips brushing over every inch of her skin. I knew she loved them.

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anonymous asked:

Snow calls Regina because she's worried after what happened at the town line and she just wants to talk to Regina & well yes, maybe give her a hope speech. So she invites Regina to go shopping with her for baby Neal's clothes &they end up talking about everything &nothing (Snow's hideous clothes choices, Regina remembers when she bought Baby Henry clothes &maybe they talk about Robin I don't know). The prompt is them shopping together after the events of 4x11. The other is how maybe it happened.

Fic:  Baby Steps.

BroTP Snow Queen

Rated T, set Post 4.11.  

Regina doesn’t want to answer her phone.  She doesn’t really want to see anyone.  She just wants to crawl up in a ball in house and just not feel anything.  But she has a son, and a life and responsibilities and if she ever has any hope of … well hope again… she needs to at least get out of bed.

What she doesn’t expect as she’s getting dressed is the door to ring.  Emma had picked up Henry for his riding lessons an hour before, and they were all supposed to meet back at the author’s house to search the library again later that evening.  But for now Regina’s plan for the day had been to not curl up in a ball.  Baby steps.  

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Gardens and Tennis Balls

Author: @hips-bef0re-hands
Rating: M
Summary: This is my attempt at a post-Were Monster fic. It has a few of the same elements as my post-Founders Mutation fic. Special thanks to @jamofappreciation for her patience with formatting issues and being my beta. I am also throwing this in for @leiascully‘s XF writing challenge: Pets. 

My other revival fics can be found
here (post FM-angst) 
here (set within MASMTWM-smut)

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It had been a busy week. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed working for the FBI, but she had also forgotten how much paperwork could be involved. Mulder had spent much of the day questioning suspects in their latest case, while she tied up the loose ends of their last.

They had fallen back into their working groove and although they were not officially back together, she knew that it was only a matter of time before they would find their romantic lives entwined, once again, with their professional lives.

As she opened her front door and bent down to pick up the mail, when she was met with two eyes. Two very guilty looking eyes.

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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 5

My nerves relaxed as I realized I had overreacted and that things were fine with Jared.

Phew!!

I emailed him back right away to plan on trying to Skype around the same time as the other night. The middle of the night, though not convenient, would no doubt be our best shot. I was still a bit worried, though. Around here, depending on technology is a no-no since it can be so temperamental. To also be told we had been having issues with our broadband all day, had me even more worried. I prayed it to all who would listen that it would be fixed by the time I tried to connect with Jared.

Knowing I had quite a bit of time between now and then, I tried to finish up a little work in the mean time. Nearly every waking minute was devoted to work related things, especially after I got Jared’s little surprise. This trip involved very little social time. I would be leaving in just a few days so it was a mad rush to get everything necessary done. Unfortunately, it was about eleven o'clock when I hit a wall and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Setting my alarm for two in the morning, I allotted myself thirty minutes to wake up and get to the office. After that was set, I jumped in bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin, snuggling into them. As soon as my eyes closed, it was Jared’s face I saw and it made me smile. I hoped for sweet dreams as I dozed off for my little cat nap.

When two o'clock rolled around and my alarm went off, I jumped up shaken. Damn that was fast!

I know I slept but I almost felt like I was in that dream state where you THINK you’re actually awake but you’re not. Waking up more tired than when I was before falling asleep, I realized maybe napping wasn’t the best idea. Maybe I should have just tried to power through because at the moment, I was seriously dragging ass.

Constantly yawning as I ran around trying to pull myself together, I did a last minute touch up then threw my jacket around my shoulders. I grabbed my computer and rushed out the door right on time.

Last time Jared and I managed to connect it was about two-thirty and knowing him, he would already be waiting on my call. Knowing his crazy schedule, he had to be exhausted so I didn’t want to keep him waiting. Between shows almost nightly and all the press in between, I’m not sure how he actually does it. I suppose in a matter of days, I’ll get to see first hand. And, THAT was something I was totally looking forward to.

Walking in the office, memories of our last Skype session slowly danced through my mind causing me to blush. I tried to think ahead and was smarter with my choice of attire this time. Not that I was assuming we’d have Skype sex again but I remembered very clearly the direction of how things could possible go. I wanted to make it easy on myself, just in case.

We were definitely not having much luck tonight as I tried over and over to connect with him. It was so frustrating that it made me even more grateful I wouldn’t have to deal with this crap much longer in order to see him. After about six tries, I lost an accurate count after the third try, Jared and I FINALLY successfully connected.

As soon as his handsome face popped up on the screen, I could feel my smile spread across my face.

“There’s my baby girl.” Jared said matching my own ear to ear smile.

“Hello Sir…” I responded shyly, “I was so worried we wouldn’t be able to connect. We’ve had issues all day for some reason.”

“I figured that since it took so many times..” He said, “I’m glad it worked out though, I wanted to see you.”

“I’m glad too because I’ve missed you..” I told him honestly.

I didn’t add that it seems like he’s at the forefront of my mind no matter what I was doing or who I was talking too. I also didn’t add that I missed him so much it hurt. I didn’t want him to see my neediness even though it’s how I felt. Right now, being so far away, those feelings made me feel weak and that’s not what I wanted him to see.

“I miss you too, baby girl.” He said, “I wanted to talk to you about your arrival. Did you get the itinerary?”

“I did… I looked it over as soon as I got it.” I said.

“I was hoping to be there to pick you up but there’s no way that’s going to happen. I already asked Robert to go. You haven’t met him but he’s great and I trust him.” Jared said.

“You do know that I would be fine getting to the venue on my own. You don’t have to do that..” I told him but he cut me off.

“I do know that and I appreciate that but I would feel better if someone was there that I trusted. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said letting his concern show.

That warmed my heart. Feeling under his care is indescribable. After weeks of being in control, of being the decision maker, I was anxious to sink blissfully back into my submissive role. It’s a release for me. With Jared, I felt like I truly had the best of both worlds. It was important for me he knew that I could take control and take care of myself but I relished in the fact that he wanted to relieve me from that burden just the same.

“Thank you, Sir..” I said.

“Looking at my schedule, I’m not sure how much free time we’re going to have. It’s a pretty tight schedule…” He said looking at his phone and shaking his head.

“All I care about is being with you.. It doesn’t matter what we do.” I reassured him.

I didn’t want him to worry I’d be bored or get upset he was busy. I would never put that kind of pressure on him. Basically this was a work trip that I was accompanying him on. I expect him to be busy and when he’s free, I’ll be there waiting. I certainly wasn’t thinking this was going to be like a vacation or anything near our incredible week holed up at the Four Seasons in Chicago.

“Well, I’m still trying to carve out time for us to do some sightseeing.” He said.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m excited to see so many shows! I was kinda preoccupied at the last two.” I laughed.

“I think you’ll be getting a show almost every night…” He said, “You might be sick of seeing them by the time you’re ready to leave!” Jared said with a chuckle.

“NEVER!” I responded, just as a yawn snuck up on me.

“You’re tired baby..”

“Yeah, I kinda am. I worked until eleven then took a cat nap until I came here. It’s just busy trying to make sure everything is done so I can leave on time. Trying to avoid any problems, ya know..” I said as I yawned yet again.

“Well, I think you need to go to bed. I just wanted to see your beautiful face..” He said making me blush.

Both of us were quiet for a moment, me watching him, him watching me…

Reaching to the screen, I caressed his jaw, anxious for the time I felt his skin beneath my fingers rather than the cold screen.

“I miss you so much… I can’t wait to see you.” I said, trying to keep the tears that suddenly appeared out of nowhere at bay.

‘It must be the exhaustion’, I thought as I tried to cover them with another yawn.

“I can’t wait either, baby.” Jared softly said, reaching to caress my cheek on the screen too, “Even though I could stay here all night, we both need sleep. Time for bed… See ya soon, baby girl.”

He was right, we both needed sleep. But, we also needed these few moments together too.

“See ya soon, Sir..” I whispered as my fingers instinctively went to my necklace.

Taking his fingers to his lips, he blew me a kiss which I returned right back to him.

“Sweet dreams, baby girl.” He tenderly said, holding my gaze a moment longer then disconnected the call knowing full well I’d never be able to do it myself.