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β¦ cw: thunderbolts* spoilers, implied that they all live in the avengers tower, reader is an avenger/thunderbolt, bob has nightmares of past trauma, hurt/comfort
β¦ summary: bob always avoided you, and you had no idea why β till the night you help him out of a frenzy.
Bob was a strange guy.
You knew little about him, only as much as Bucky had told you. Youβd been told all about his strange powers as The Void, how his dark side had taken a hold of him that day in New York. Youβd seen the footage. You knew how scary he could become.
Yet, you couldnβt believe it.
You couldnβt believe that someone like Bob, who sometimes didnβt know left from right, with his soft eyes and softer yet smiles, was capable of something like that.
Trying to get to know him was frustrating. Youβd been pursuing him ever since you moved into the tower, and it was almost like trying to catch water between your hands. He somehow managed to slip away every time you tried to make conversation, pinkened cheeks and spools of excuses dangling out his mouth.
If he wasnβt busy doing whatever else needed his attention, then it felt as though he was being held at gunpoint to talk to you β curt replies and eyes darting all over, muscles twitching like he physically had to get out of there. He was evasive. Annoying. Exhausting.
You didnβt know why, and couldnβt figure it out. Couldnβt figure him out. It was starting to get on your nerves, then, because why were you chasing after someone who didnβt want to be known? It was time to give up. If Bob wasnβt going to make an effort to talk, neither were you.
βEvery time!β you grumble, begrudgingly nodding in thanks as Bucky hands you a mug of coffee. You take a sip of the bitter liquid, letting it wash over your tongue. βEvery single time I try to talk to him, he avoids me like the plague. Iβm starting to think he hates me.β
Bucky sighs, reaching across the table to pat your hand consolingly. βMaybe you just need to give him some time.β
βIβve given him enough.β
βMethinks,β Alexei pipes up from across the room, flopping across the couch like a starfish, βthat this is love. Young love, you know? Can never get past the anxie-titty.β
βAnxiety,β Ava corrects. She grabs Buckyβs mug from his hand as she walks by, earning an annoyed grunt as she plops herself down on the other end of the couch. βBut honestly, β slurp β I agree. I think Bob just has a little crush.β
You roll your eyes, frustration growing by the second. βYeah, of course. Bob definitely has a crush on me.β
Bucky snorts. βExactly!β Alexei nods, lighting up as the sarcasm flies right over his head. βYou got it. This girl is smart, I tell you. Very smart, quick learner.β
βAnd youβre the exact opposite,β Ava deadpans.
She smirks as Alexeiβs face scrunches up in confusion, Bucky coughing in an attempt to keep a straight face. You crack a smile.
You groan and push your face further into your pillow. The heat that night was sweltering, almost suffocating, and the air conditioning had gone off again β Walker and his inability to remember to pay the bills.
You felt everything acutely; rough blanket on your skin, sweat between your toes, hot breath on your upper lip. It was overwhelming.
βThis,β you grumble, rolling over and shrugging your blanket off, βmustβve been why his wife left him. Asshole.β You rub your eyes and sit up, deciding that you might as well try the couch. More ventilation out there.
Your blanket trails behind you like a cape as you open the door. Faint pieces of moonlight scatter across the floor, lighting up the hallway. It was just enough for you to walk your way to the living room.
You pause at the sight of a silhouette on the couch, a quiet huff escaping you. It seemed like you werenβt the only one with this idea.
As you move closer, itβs strikingly obvious who the culprit was β messy curls, Spongebob blanket, arms wrapped around himself. Bob.
You bite your tongue. Youβre about to feel annoyed, about to let that anger wash over you again. Avoiding you wasnβt enough, he had to steal your one chance at proper sleep too?
Then you hear it.
His labored breathing, incoherent mumbles. You frown, unconsciously softening as you inch closer.
βPlease,β he whimpers. You swallow. His hands twitch around his torso, and you get the strange urge to hold them. His eyes are squeezed so tight you wonder if it hurts. βPlease donβtβ¦ donβt yell at me. Iβm sorry. Iβm sorry.β
You watch helplessly as he repeats the apology again and again. His face is contorted in some kind of anguish, muscles tense with fear. You think you can hear the sound of your heart breaking.
You reach out, hesitating before you place your hand on his shoulder and give a little shake. βBob?β
βNo!β he cries out hoarsely as he flinches away. You retract immediately, startled. βNo, donβt hurt meβ¦ donβt hurt me.β His hands fly up to shield his face, fingers trembling where they cover his eyes. βI didnβt do it, I swear. Please, donβt hurt me.β
A pang of sadness twists in your chest. You knew what it felt like, to be haunted by what youβve done, every one of you did. Nightmares of people youβve killed, people you couldnβt save. They kept you awake at night.
But to experience something being done to you, someone hurting you all over again, was another hell entirely.
You straighten up. You had to try harder.
Your hands find Bobβs shoulders again, this time attempting to pull him up into a sitting position. He shrieks weakly, he trashes against your hold, but you donβt let go. You canβt.
His nails dig into your skin. βStop! Stop, youβre hurting me. Let go of me.β You shake your head, tugging his blanket off with one hand as you hold him up with the other.
βIβm not trying to hurt you, Bob. And Iβm not letting go,β you murmur. βYouβre okay, itβs just a nightmare. Wake up.β
βLet go,β he says again, weaker. His grip on your wrists slackens as he heaves. βLet go of me.β
βNo. Iβm not letting go.β You swallow. βIβm here, and Iβm not letting go of you. You need to wake up. Youβre safe here.β
All it takes is another hard jolt.
His eyes fly open, flaahing in panic before they lock on you. βI β what ββ
You pull away. βSorry, didnβt mean to scare you. Iβm sorry. Youβre okay. You just had a nightmare.β
His breathing doesnβt slow, and you realise that itβs not you heβs afraid of, itβs himself. You soften. βHey, Bob. Bob. Come on, look at me.β
His fear-filled eyes find yours, eyebrows furrowed like heβs trying to find a reason not to run away. You gently take his wrist and place his palm on your chest. βI need you to breathe, okay? Breathe with me.β
You take an exaggerated breath, exhaling through your lips. You see the mental struggle, the internal battle of deciding whether or not he can trust you.
He stares at you for a moment. Then, he starts to follow along.
Relieved, you continue. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Till the shakiness is gone, wheezes turning into breaths. Till heβs calmed down.
You squeeze his wrist for good measure. βYou alright?β
βYeah,β he exhales quietly, dropping his hand from your chest. His body relaxes the slightest bit. βYeah, sorry.β
You shake your head, lips curving upwards. βNo need to apologise. Iβm glad youβre okay.β You move to sit next to him, knees bumping against the otherβs.
He swallows and looks down at his hands, cheeks turning their usual shade of pink. Thank god.
βIβm sorry you had to see that, though,β he says, voice coloured with sheepishness. He scratches his neck, refusing to look at you. βMustβve beenβ¦ weird.β
You huff out a quiet laugh, placing your hand on his knee. He lets out an embarrassed squeak. βBob, seriously. It was just a nightmare, it happens.β You rub his knee reassuringly, tone fond. βNothing shameful or weird about it, okay?β
It takes a second, but he nods. He dares to make eye contact with you, head tilting upwards like a shy puppy. βUm, yeah,β he mumbles. βYeah, okay.β
Now you understand what Alexei and Ava were on about.
βDo you think youβre gonna be able to go back to sleep?β you ask kindly, fingers continuing their ministrations on his knee. βOr do you wanna talk for a bit?β
He doesnβt move his leg away. You watch as he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows knitting together as he ponders almost adorably.
βTalk?β he says unsurely after a beat, turning to you. βI mean, if thatβs okay. If not, then ββ
βItβs okay,β you say, half amused, half comforting. βCompletely okay.β
And thatβs when you get to know Bob. He was finally making an effort to talk, and so were you.
βI told you!β you hear Alexei whisper scandalously the next morning, at the sight of your hand in Bobβs lap and his head on your shoulder. βI was right, he has a crush. And she is crushing too, little rascal.β
You pretend you didnβt hear, and hope no one notices your smile.
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Summary: You've recently moved to Evergreen, and so far, any romantic encounters you've had since you got here haven't exactly been the norm. An unplanned and much needed pit-stop for dinner on the way home from work leads you to Fennel Fields, where you take an instant liking to the cute busboy β despite his quirks. The only thing is, the two of you have met before, and he certainly recognizes you.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ Only, MDNI. Reader is in her 30's (not mentioned). Fluff. Mentions of a past sexual encounter. Mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption. It's implied that Amber bought reader along to Peacemaker's trailer for a foursome (that didn't happen lol). Proof read to a degree, any spelling and grammar mistakes are my own and commonplace for me tbh.
A/N: I wrote this as an alternative to this fic/ask, finished it before I decided to go in a different direction with it, but I found it in my docs and I didn't want to just leave it, so, here you go! Also I'm aware that the tip part in the banner is someone being a dick irl, but dw reader does tip lmao.
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Fennel Fields wouldn't be your first choice of places to eat in Evergreen, if some of the yelp reviews you'd briefly looked at were anything to go by, but the long double shift you'd just pulled, combined with the angry rumbling in your stomach meant that you needed to make a concession. Plus Amber had given it a glowing review, so why the fuck not?
Luckily for you the midweek lull meant that it wasn't too hectic inside when your server had greeted you, swiftly guiding you to a mid-restaurant booth where you could actually relax for the first time that day. Tired feet toe off your shoes beneath the table, legs coming up to rest on the empty seat across from you, allowing you a small creature comfort while you wait for your food to come out.
It's past 9pm, the customers are sparse, comprised of a few families who may be busy trying to rally their kids into hurrying up their colouring or to stop picking at the meal they'd insisted they'd wanted, elderly couples and the odd loner here and there, who, like yourself has probably just finished up after a long day and wants nothing more than to eat and crash out into a food induced coma as soon as you get home.
Minutes pass, the waft of garlic and onions and something deliciously deep fried coming from the kitchen only make your stomach growl more, no matter how much you attempt to ignore it, distracting yourself with today's wordle, eager to keep your streak alive.
Sparing a glance up from the screen you lock eyes with a silver-specked busboy several tables away and almost immediately you think he's flirting with you with the way his face splits into a foolishly big, dimple popping smile, waving at you like you knew each other. Cute, you think, if not a little odd? Maybe he's just overly friendly with the customers?
You smile politely and wave back, he seems harmless enough and the last time you had an opportunity to interact with a member of the opposite sex outside of work involved too much tequila and a couple of would-be heroes; and that was weeks ago.
As you divert your attention back to the screen, you still feel his eyes on you, every so often you'll chance a glance, tearing yourself away from the troublesome word of the day only to see him lurking in your peripheral vision.
"Adrian!" A stern voice hisses from across the restaurant, pulling the busboy's focus away from you, letting go of the damp cloth he was pretending to clean tables with as he's beckoned over to the kitchen doorway. "Need you to run dishes the rest of the night, I just had to fire Travis, caught him coughing on a customer's steak, I always knew that asshole was weird!"
Adrian's eyes bug out of his head, tilting his gaze in your direction several times over as Dave laments his problems.
"Adrian?"
The firm and short prompt of his name says Dave is one more warning away from giving him the Travis treatment.
"S-sorry! I can do that, and I'll be better at it than Travis ever was. Do you know, I once saw him drop a whole thing of mozzarella sticks on the floor and then serve them anyway? That dude was crazy."
"You, what?!"
"What?" Adrian bawks, looking around him to see what pissed Dave off now before it clicks. "Oh! No don't worry, I told him not to do it again and it was totally fine since the guy he was serving was a complete asshole anyway, you know the one with the weird nose whistle? He never tips!"
Dave pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers, exasperated and questioning all his life choices that lead up to this moment.
"Just run the dishes, man." Dave pleads, exhaling deeply through his nose as he retreats back into the kitchen to check on the chefs.
It's been a few minutes since a quick ding of the bell on the pass counter and an 'order up!' were shouted from the back. You knew it was your food, you'd been eying the plate every chance you got, watching the steam rising under bright heat lamps enticing you and just out of reach. You are starting to wonder however, when it's going to come to you, the crowd in the restaurant starting to thin even further, it's not like they're rushed off their feet?
Adrian should have taken that plate over to you several minutes ago, he knows that, but he's too chickenshit to do it right now, he fights injustices almost every single day, but somehow you're the most intimidating thing he's encountered in a long time, and for good reason!
He'll peak at you through a gap in the kitchen door, allowing himself a moment or two to contemplate on how he's going to approach this.
If you hear his voice, you might recognize it, and if you recognize it, you might realise that the masked hero you'd had between your legs weeks prior also worked as a one-time employee of the month busboy in his day to day life.
Total silence is an option, although he doesn't entirely trust himself not to start yapping anyway.
God you're so pretty and memories of that night hit him full force the second you walked through the door tonight, he's glad for his apron because he knows if he gets too close to you he's not going to be able to control his dick and sporting a boner the rest of his shift isn't something he wants to do!
"Adrian! Get your ass out there before those meals get cold! If we have to comp anything, it's coming out of your paycheck!"
The threat from Dave somewhere in the back of the kitchen makes Adrian jump, unceremoniously bumping his forehead on the lip of the door, skewing his silver frames, making them slip away from his face, fumbling to pick them up as he acquiesces and leaves the solace of the kitchen to face his fears while simultaneously trying not to create a problem in his pants.
Just be cool, Adrian, you don't need to speak, just drop the plate off on her table, smile and scurry away!
Simple, in theory. In practice he's going over every little variable in his mind that could fuck up this problem of his, taking his time to walk the dish over to your booth, avoiding looking at you at all costs now, he can't, he shan't, he mustn't.
He does.
Oh shit, why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?? Are you checking him out?!
Finally your food is coming over! You're solely watching the plate as the smiley busboy from earlier unhurriedly inches towards your table, mentally making a note not to overtip on based on service alone.
Your eyes are fixed on him, more specifically, the plate in his hand, the lunch you'd scarfed down hours ago in the midst of brief respite from being rushed off your feet, cleary hadn't been adequate enough to see you through the entire day, and boy was your stomach and your dwindling lack of patience reminding you.
After what feels like forever, he finally reaches your table, and now he chooses to hurry up, setting the plate down in front of you a little too sloppily, splattering flecks of sauce onto the table top here and there, you're too hungry to give a shit though, already reaching for the cutlery. You don't entirely forget your manners though, your mom had drummed a basic 'please and thank you' into you from the time you could talk, and despite how hangry you were, you could spare a second. Lifting your eyes up from the much needed dinner in front of you, you find the busboy's name badge, haphazardly pinned to his apron, catching a quick glance of his name before he has the chance to rush away without a word.
"Thank you, Adrian."
You don't see it, already averting your attention to the much-needed food in front of you, but the busboy stops in his tracks, no more than a few feet away from your table, back turned to you, biting his tongue as he fights back the urge to blurt out whatever embarrassing thing his brain is concocting to say in return to you. Hearing his actual name being uttered from those perfectly full lips of yours was enough to send his head into a spin, considering the last time the two of you had met you'd been addressing him as Vigilante; and your tone of voice was a lot more high pitched and wanton than it was just now.
Adrian likes to believe he can think on his feet, he doesn't want to give himself away, but at the same time, he doesn't want to completely ignore you, so he decides to turn himself into a master of disguise on the spot instead.
"You're welcome, ma'am. Enjoy your food!"
He hadn't quite intended to sound like a chronically constipated Kermit the frog, and you didn't even seem to notice, he'd checked over his shoulder when he rushed off to hide in the kitchen once more.
God, even when you're busy stuffing food into your mouth you look sexy.
Seeing you again tonight only solidified to Adrian that fate was reminding him that he should have gotten your number after that night, he chickened out and hadn't stopped thinking about you since, somehow it didn't occur to him that he might bump into you in a chance encounter in a small town like Evergreen.
It's almost closing time and you're still here, Adrian's peeked through the kitchen door enough times to know that you're going to be one of those customers that doesn't get the hint until they're sweeping the floors around you, but that's fine by him in this case, you're so pretty and he's totally screwed.
Adrian's managed to duck out into the back alley for 5 minutes while Dave is busy grumbling about grease traps to the overworked and underpaid dishpit worker, that's 5 minutes where he can consult his best friend on how to handle this situation.
"What?" Chris finally answers after the third attempt, coughing and spluttering on the other end of the line.
"Dude, are you okay? If you're dying I kind of need to know, but if it's just a cold do you want me to stop by with some soup or something?"
"I'm not dying! I just ripped a bong and I have company, say hi to Vigilante, Amber."
Amber's slurred hello and shrill giggle makes Adrian wrinkle his nose up. "Yeah, hi Amber." He still can't believe he ever let her put his balls in her mouth. "Look, I won't keep you on the phone for long okay, but dude, I need your help right now, I'm freaking the fuck out!"
"Vig, I'm a little busy, whatever drug cartel you think you've uncoveredβ"
"No it's not that this time! P, just listen! You remember that girl from a few weeks back? Amber's friend?" Adrian's pacing footsteps echo in the alley, gnawing a raw spot into his cuticle out of nerves.
"The mean one?" Chris coughs and splutters into the phone.
"She's not mean!" Adrian counters, immediately coming to your defence.
"She threw me out of my own trailer so you two could fuck? My sheets were a goddamn mess, dude!"
"Okay? Yeah, maybe she did do that. You and Amber still snuck off and boned in the Vigilante-mobile though! We're getting off topic!" Adrian huffs, quickly glancing back over his shoulder at the entrance to the kitchen, sounds of the dishwasher whirring and the chefs inside chatting loudly float out through the open door. "She's here at the restaurant right now dude! What do I do?"
"Uhhhh, I don't know? Maybe tell her to fuck off?"
"P, I'm serious! I like her and I haven't been able to stop thinking about her for weeks and now she's here and I'm gonna put my fucking foot in my mouth!"
Adrian's whiny rant is followed by a long moment of silence before it's broken by Chris, wheezily laughing on the other end of the phone.
"You're pussy whipped, dude!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Jesus fucking christ Vig," Chris gets out between snickers "We can argue about this all night, but what exactly is your plan here, bro? You can't talk to her. What if she recognizes your voice?" He rationalizes.
Adrian quietly seethes, pouting as if Chris could see him. "I totally thought of that, I just throw my voice a little. Like this; Hi I'm Adrian, I think your hair is nice and your face is pretty cool too, can I have your number?" Reverting back to the same ridiculous voice he'd used earlier, convinced that he doesn't sound insane.
"First of all, we have got to work on your pickup lines, 'Your hair is nice and your face is pretty'? No. Just, no." Chris sighs, heavy with exasperation. "Vig c'mon, the voice isn't going to work, what if she says yes? You're just going to go on dates and keep talking like you've been lobotomized?"
"β¦ Yes?"
"Dude!"
"Alright, fine!" Adrian grumbles, kicking at a loose rock at his feet, resigning himself to letting you go this time. "So I just don't do anything?"
Chris picks up on the downtrodden tone in Adrian's voice, dropping his earlier teasing now. "I think so. Sorry, man. Plenty more fish in the sea, ones who wouldn't recognize your voice and realise you're Vigilante."
From somewhere inside the kitchen, Adrian hears Dave calling his name, searching for him, grimacing at idea of having to watch you get up and leave and maybe never see you again after tonight, but deep down, he knows Peacemaker is right and that it would be too risky to actually follow through with asking you out; dangerous for him, for you especially.
"Okay, I won't do anything stupid." The busboy laments. "I gotta go, Dave is about to tear me a new one."
"Sure. Oh, and Vig?" Chris whispers into the handset, lowering his voice so Amber doesn't hear him.
Adrian perks up momentarily, wondering if his best friend is about to offer him some words of wisdom in a moment of need.
"If you're coming over when you finish could you bring like a fuck ton of mozzarella sticks and marinara with you? We're starving."
By the time you're finishing up with dessert, you're the only one left in the restaurant, and you know the hospitality industry well enough to know when to not overstay your welcome. With no one around on the floor, you gather your things and wander over to the service counter, dinging the little countertop bell twice in hopes of getting someone's attention in the back.
That's when you see the same wide eyed spectacled face of the cute busboy peaking out through a crack in the kitchen door.
Maybe you're a bad judge of character, he's a little eccentric, but you don't have the opportunity to meet people that often and there's something about him that draws you to him that you can't quite put your finger on. What harm could come from shooting your shot and leaving your number on the receipt?
"Hey, could you ring me up please? I know you guys need to close up and I don't wanna hold you up from going home any longer." You keep it friendly, reserving the flirting for when he gets closer, though you do bat your lashes and throw him an inviting smile to boot.
"Oh, uh, c-coming!" It's like a knee jerk response now, unable to stop himself from talking in that voice around you now.
Adrian reluctantly slinks out of the kitchen, shoulders tense with an equally strained smile on his face as he comes to ring you up, avoiding all eye contact while his fingers fly over the touch screen at the counter.
You lean on your side, elbow on the surface, chin propped up in your palm as you watch him β no ring, that's a good sign, what have you got to lose?
"So, you worked here long?" Okay, maybe your flirting skills are a little rusty, this is just small talk, you're working up to it!
"Yep." A quick one worded answer, it's going well so far.
It's okay, you can still recover, he was staring at you earlier, he seemed to be interested then!
"I'm actually pretty new in town myself, my friend Amber recommended this place, think maybe I'll come back sometime. I'll pay cash, please."
The mention of Amber makes Adrian's mouth go dry, trying his hardest to keep it casual as he finishes up with totalling your bill.
"W-well that would be gool. Cool! I meanβ¦ I tried to say good and then my brain mixed it up and said cool andβ anyway! Your total's $37.81!" Adrian fumbles with the receipt, snatching it from the thermal printer and smacking it down on the surface in front of you before scurrying off to grab the broom and mop from the back, heat prickling up the back of his neck out of sheer embarrassment.
You watch him hurry away, unable to stop yourself from chuckling to yourself, he's more than a little weird, but apparently that's your type? What's the harm in just going for it? Worst comes to worst he doesn't call or text and you find yourself a new restaurant to eat at.
After settling up your bill and adding a tip, you jot down your number on the bottom of the receipt beside your name and a simple 'call me sometime', feeling emboldened enough to leave a winky face beside it before you hightail it out of there so you don't have to witness the cute busboy finding your message.
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synopsis βΛΰΏ dean has been getting on your nerves for a while now, and itβs finally bubbled over leading to you storming off into the woods. after you get attacked, dean cleans you up and admits how much he needs you.
warnings/tags βΛΰΏ dean winchester x fem!reader, light angst, angst/comfort, fluff at the end, sweet ending, reader referred to as sweetheart/baby, let me know if i missed any!
word count βΛΰΏ 1.9k
notes βΛΰΏ inspired by this lovely request!! hope you enjoy <3 (dividers made by @/strangergraphics)
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Dean was driving you up the wall yet again. Surprise, surprise.
βI donβt need you to come with me. I can handle this myself, and in case I need to remind you, Iβve been hunting for much longer than you.β Dean spit out, beyond agitated with you.
βDean, donβt be like that. She just wants to help out here.β Sam sighed, trying to diffuse the situation, but Dean was a loaded gun and once he let loose there was no going back.
βNo. Let him speak. Let him tell me how much he doesnβt need me and how inexperienced I am, nevermind the fact that Iβve helped you solve cases in half the time you normally would. Youβd be nothing without me.β You rolled your eyes.
βIβm sorry, what did you just say?β Dean took a step towards and squared his shoulders, bracing for impact.
βI think you heard me.β You smiled at him, although it looked more like you were baring your teeth.
He smiled back, used to biting at people and said βIβm nothing without you? Sweetheart, I have spent all my life fending for myself with no one to help me. I think I could survive without you.β
βOh really?β You asked incredulously, feeling anger surging through your body. βSo what about the time that I saved your ass back in Wisconsin?β
βI could have figured out a way to do that myself. You think youβre so special but youβre not! I donβt need you! I never have! I never will!β He screamed, pointing his finger harshly in your face, each word like a punch to the chest.
Your fists clenched and unclenched, and you tried your best to blink away the hot tears welling up in your eyes. You thought you were going to explode if he was in your sight for any longer. You turned on your heel and stormed off, not caring where you went, just that you were gone and out of his sight.
βWhere are you going?β Sam had called after you.
βWhere your idiot brother isn't!β You screamed back.
βItβs not safe to be by yourself!β He shouted back as a warning.
βIβm fine on my own!β You yelled over your shoulder, moving your legs even faster.
βGo ahead and leave! But if you get hurt, don't come crying to me!β Dean yelled furiously, his voice fading as you went farther into the forest.
Twigs and leaves snapped underneath your feet, and with each step you felt more and more stupid. No matter how angry you were at someone during a hunt, you never split up unless you knew it was safe. In fact, it was a set rule you had on all hunts that you always reminded Sam and Dean of. How had you slipped up this bad?
You knew the answer good and well.
Dean Winchester. The biggest pain in your side, yet somebody you couldnβt see yourself living without. You angrily scrubbed away the tears threatening to spill over your cheeks, not allowing yourself to cry over him.You could never form an opinion on the man, always falling head over heels for him, or wanting to rip his head off, you never knew which one to pick. Sometimes you felt both simultaneously, it was all just so messy with Dean. But foolishly, you wanted all of his mess.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by a branch snapping a few feet away from you. You instantly became alert, and began checking your surroundings. Then from out of nowhere a strong force smacked you sideways into a tree, scratching the left side of your face raw. The wind got smacked out of you, and for the next couple seconds you couldnβt do much but try to get breath into your lungs. Before you knew it, you saw the strange force, it was the spirit you were hunting. How lucky for you.
It choked you up against the tree, strangling you with an eerie smile on its face. You scratched at the hand on your throat, and tried to think of what to do but with all the blood rushing to your head, you couldnβt think of much at the moment. You were seeing stars now and you knew you were done for, at least you thought you were before the ghost vanished. You crumpled to the ground, instantly gasping for air.
You looked at the two giants, also known as Sam and Dean, towering over you and lowering their rifles. You huffed a laugh and said βFound the spirit for you.β
Dean rolled his eyes and stormed off, making his trek back to the Impala. Sam shook his head at him and helped you up, and you both followed Dean back to the car.
β
Dean was furious with you, and more so, at himself. How could he let you get hurt like that? While you only had a few scratches, a lot worse could have happened and he hated that he wouldβve been to blame for it. He hated his big mouth and how it only got bigger the more worried he got. He hated how much you cared about him and he never knew what to do with all that care.
All those sweet reminders to βEat your breakfast Dean, and no, pie does not count as a mealβ, or the firm βWeβre not leaving this motel until you get eight hours of sleep, you and I both know you need itβ, or the one that always felt like a sucker punch to the chest was when you looked at him in the eyes and said βWe stick together. Iβm not leaving you Dean.β
Heβd be lying if he said he didnβt get a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest every time you said that. Heβd be lying even more if he said he didnβt put up more of a fight each time just to hear you say those sweet words.
Then he noticed little things about you that were hard to ignore. The way the sun glinted off of your hair, and the way you laughed full and loud, not caring how awful you sounded, and how effortlessly smart you were, it was all so frustrating how perfect you were. You were too damn pretty for your own good, and he despised it. He was falling fast and he knew he was going to hit the ground hard at this rate.
You were such a puzzle to him. All his life he understood that love and care was conditional. He did something in order for people to love him, and that was the end of that. But you were different. You didnβt allow him to do anything for you most of the time, and you always took care of him. He tried to shake you up by mouthing off and acting like a brat, but if anything, that just made you stick closer. He didnβt understand it, but deep down he was so grateful that you didnβt leave.
So when you left earlier today, he felt sick to his stomach. He knew that someday you would get fed up like all the others and leave him, but it didnβt make it hurt any less. Everything he said earlier was a lie. He did need you, he just didnβt realize how badly he did until after you finally walked away.
β
Back at the motel, freshly showered and your face and throat hurting like hell, you felt like a new person. You flopped back onto the lumpy couch and sighed, closing your eyes feeling as if you could fall asleep right then and there.
βWell you look awful.β You opened your eyes and saw Dean sitting next to you, holding a rag and some rubbing alcohol.
You didnβt give him a response, choosing to give him the silent treatment.
βI get that you donβt wanna talk, and that's fine. Just let me clean you up." He spoke softly.
You still didnβt say anything, just moved your face towards him in a gesture of compliance.
βI thought you said if I got hurt you wouldnβt help me.β You rasped, echoing his words back at him.
βJust let me do this, okay? Itβs my way of apologizing.β He sighed, jaw clenching.
βWow, Dean Winchester apologizing? Thatβs new.β You rolled your eyes at him.
He didnβt respond this time and just took your face in his big calloused hands, heat blooming across your face from each delicate touch. To your surprise, he was achingly gentle with you, never rough, touching you like you would break if he did too much. It felt right somehow, him holding you softly. Each time you winced from the sting of rubbing alcohol, heβd whisper a gruff βSorryβ and would somehow make his touches even lighter.
βYβknow I donβt mind your comments.β He said out of the blue.
βWhat?β
βI donβt mind the smartass comments you make all the time. I like them.β He admits, focusing his gaze on cleaning your wounds with the damp cloth in his hand.
βDean, why are you saying this?β You asked softly.
βBecause I do need you. I need your smartass comments, no matter how much they irritate me. I need you on these hunts because it wouldnβt be the same without you. I need you around because youβre the only one who seems to care about me, no matter how much of a dick Iβm being, and Iβm not used to that because Iβm always the one taking care of people. I need you around because I love you.β His green eyes bore into yours and you felt weightless in that moment. This felt unreal.
βYou love me?β Your voice was a hoarse whisper now.
βYou have no idea how much I do and it scares the hell out of me.β He said solemnly, his tone sounding like he was taking an oath.
βYou truly mean that?β You looked up at him and his stern face.
He let out an annoyed growl and pulled you aggressively into his lap by your arm, securing each hand on the sides of your hips. Your hands dug into his shoulders and he groaned, pulling you closer. He kissed you rough and desperate, all teeth, and you couldnβt get enough of it. It was as if each kiss was his attempt to tell you how much you meant to him, of trying to erase all the stupid words he said.
After you both came up for air, Dean held you close and looked up at you.
βMβsorry for everything I said. I was stupid and worried about you.β He mumbled, shame swirling in his eyes.
βI forgive you.β You whispered as you ran a gentle hand through his hair.
He melted into the touch and nuzzled into your neck as you held him close. All the screaming and harsh words came undone and forgotten as you held each other close. Instead there were only unsaid βI love youβs and sweet soft kisses exchanged in return.
Late into the night Dean whispered βI need you baby. Iβll always need you.β rocking you back and forth gently.
You sat there until you both eventually fell asleep, and Sam found you in the morning. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands looped around his neck. Deanβs head resting on your shoulder as he snored softly, arms holding you close even in his sleep. When you both woke up, Dean refused to leave your side.
When you got up to brush your teeth, you did it together. As you got dressed for the day, Dean sat outside the door quietly waiting. As you ate breakfast, he pushed your chair closer to his. A silent reminder that he would always be here, needing you.
~ Burnt Out | Comfort Drabble wc: 558 β @writing-until-i-drop
~ not being able to focus on carving their own pumpkin because they're too worried about the other getting hurt while carving theirs β @withahappyrefrain
~ that one night| b.f β @bradshawswife
~ Friend Bob is really wicked Bob when he gets you alone. Teases. Taunts, finds his voice. β @bradshawswife
~ What about lewis's characters as cam boys? π β @delopsia
~ imagine watching scary and spooky movies with bob or rhett. either theyβd be the type to predict whatβs going to happen or... β @delopsia
~ for the lil prompt list: thinking of our beloved Bob and fixing the others clothing when something is a little bit off... β @withahappyrefrain
~ The Female Species β @bippot
~ Oblivious - @littleenglishfangirl
~ Tomorrow's Tomorrow - @bippot
~ sweet as honeyβ @bradshawsbitch
~ Room for Dessert β @purelyfiction
~ Confetti β @purplevortexx
~ It's Inevitable β @drabbles-mc
~ Miss, Ma'am, M 'Lady, a thot to add to your other ask about The Boys calling you Ma'am. You and Bob BOTH in the Navy, but you... β @delopsia
~ 12:29 AM β @dearsnow
~ Bob Floyd x female reader β @mynameismckenziemae
~ Cake Batter ~B Floyd x Fem! Reader β @0mg-bird
~ "ac is out and we're not wearing much" β @withahappyrefrain
~ Bragging Rights - @rockstxr-x
~ Imagine Date Night With RobertΒ βBobβ Floyd β @spinningwebsandtales
~ Silver Screen, Make Me Scream β @attapullman
~ Love Like This β @wildbornsiren
~ The Perfect Ratio β @writercole
~ You Didn't Ask β @writercole
~ Forever and Ever, Amen β @bradshawssugarbaby
~ What Christmas Means to Me, My Love β @bradshawsbaby
~ Senses β @bradshawsbaby
~ Like Peas in a Pod β @bradshawsbaby
~ bobby tanqueray β @miley1442111
~ Dancing with You β @applebutter-and-cinnamon
~ Wanna Buy You A Drink β @anonymooseforever007
~ Laser Tag β @foreverrandomwritings
~ Flower Crowns β @foreverrandomwritings
~ Happy Birthday β @foreverrandomwritings
~ Pattern Breaker β @deakyjoe
~ I Got Chills, Theyβre Multiplying β @deakyjoe
Hi there! So I'm a fan-fiction hoarder, and I thought, "Hey, I should share my favorite fan-fictions about one of my favorite chaotic fictional men. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL WHO WRITE THESE FICS! These are mostly Adrian Chase x Reader, with a few throuple pairings with random characters. Have Fun!
Fic RecList #1 | Fic RecList #2 | Fic RecList #3
~ intoxication β @chaseadrian
~ Hot Nurse Girlfriendβ @vigilvntes
~ βiβve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.β for Vigilante? Thanks! β @babblydrabbly
~ Safe In His Arms β @multifandomfanficss
~ How Do I Look? β @vigilvntes
~ I Don't Wanna Play D&D β @vigilvntes
~ AΒ R E A LΒ H E R O β @tinalbion
~ βI wanna have sex with you!β β @theowritesstuff on Tumblr
~ Deadly Nightshade, Cherry Tree β @vigilvntes
~ I'll make you pay β @vigilvntes
~ blown up, shot, and taking a knee - @chaseadrian
~ Five Hundred Times β @happy74827
~ The Morning After β @fru1t4fr0gs
~ when did you get hot? β @matthsluv
~ MORONSEXUAL β @maaneskin
~ Sheβs totally real β @indigo-caramel
~ shut up β @flowersforbucky
~ November Rain || Adrian Chase x Reader β @dibschair
~ OneShot: Vigilinate hits on you at a bar, but you have a crush on Adrian β @supernaturalthoughtsworld
~ 10:01 β @vigilanteh
~ Ivory β @vigilanteh
~ Not Quite Him β @fru1t4fr0gs
~ Not Quite Him - Part 2 β @fru1t4fr0gs on Tumblr
~ ππππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππ | adrian chase β @cosmictheo on Tumblr
~ WHY HAVE ONE HOT BOYFRIEND, WHEN YOU CAN HAVE TWO?? β @clarkskink
~ Gummy Stash β @embeanwrites
~ Playing Houseβ @mcu-binge
~ KINKTOBER DAY 3 | ADRIAN CHASE (PEACEMAKER) | 2 FOR 1 SPECIAL β @the-hidden-pages
~ Best Friends in a Dangerous Spacetime β @tiannasfanfic
~ Halloween Requests: Adrian Chase/Vigilante β @scarletttries
~ HR Violation #73 β @mcu-binge
~ βdo you want me to kill that guy for you?β β @vigilantexreader
~ Adrian Chase - Peacemaker Masterlist β @bippot
~ the fans YEARN for an adrian blurbπ₯Ή β @vigildante
~ Just thoughts about Adrian Chase as your boyfriend β @local-weirdoandnerd
Hi there! So I'm a fan-fiction hoarder, and I thought, "Hey, I should share my favorite fan-fictions about one of my favorite chaotic fictional men. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL WHO WRITE THESE FICS! These are mostly Adrian Chase x Reader, with a few throuple pairings with random characters. Have Fun!
Fic RecList #1 | Fic RecList #2 | Fic RecList #4
~ ok so weβve established that adrian is horny 25/8/366. feral. in heat, if you will. BUT. how does he feel about non-sexual forms... β @lunaticsandidiots
~ Could you do 22 with Adrian? Thanks π β @violetrainbow412-blog
~ for once in your life β @amarediaboli
~ Nights In White Satin β @tinalbion
~ Protect you [A. C] β @violetrainbow412-blog
~ can you write #23 from the list? plsπ β @violetrainbow412-blog
~ HI! how are u? May I request 2 or 45 from the prompt list with Adrian Chase? I don't know why I feel like they fit so well, lol... β @withahappyrefrain
~ Donβt Die | a.c. β @pagesfromthevoid
~ Thatβs Ever Been Mine - @worstinmee
~ Pinky Promises and Pinky Toes β @toastybuggy
~ Three Little Words - Adrian Chase x Reader β @vigilvntes
~ βA falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B's shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake... β @a-reader-and-a-writer
~ private property β @chaseadrian
~ spilled coffee β @chaseadrian
~ Hot Venom β @jangofctts
~ Lost things [A.C] β @violetrainbow412-blog
~ Fooled Around and Fell in Love: Chapter 8 β @theowritesstuff
~ I Can Get You Out of Here (Part 2) β @a-reader-and-a-writer
~ Please Donβt Be Dead β @multifandomfanficss
~ I Hate Horror Movies β @multifandomfanficss
~ Adrian Chase/Vigilante Peacemaker Masterlist β @multifandomfanficss
~ Can I request an Adrian Chase fic where she sees the explosion and thinks he's dead, so naturally she screams? β @a-reader-and-a-writer
~ Anomaly Flirt β @chaseadrian
~ Waller's missions always racked up a high body count, you guys just always got... β @lunaticsandidiots
~ You Canβt Get Rid Of Me That Easily β @multifandomfanficss
~ Break The Internet - Adrian Chase x Reader β @vigilvntes
~ There's no wrong time to rock β @violetrainbow412-blog
~ Be Good For Me - Adrian Chase x Reader β @vigilvntes
~ Adrian Chase / Vigilante Drabble β @tinalbion
~ definitions β @chaseadrian
~ Valentineβs Day β @theowritesstuff
~ Be My Valentine? - Adrian Chase x Reader β @vigilvntes
~ adrian loves hand/palm and forehead kisses and goes feral if u wear his clothes β @lunaticsandidiots
~ Masked: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Fem!Reader SMUT β @the-hidden-pages
~ Blue - Adrian Chase x Reader β @vigilvntes
~ Mother Hen - Adrian Chase/Vigilante X Reader Headcannon β @thisonesforyoubestie
~ Okay okay here is my naughty thot then and if itβs too naughty Iβm sorry π₯΄ β @pagesfromthevoid
Hi there! So I'm a fan-fiction hoarder, and I thought, "Hey, I should share my favorite fan-fictions about one of my favorite chaotic fictional men. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL WHO WRITE THESE FICS! These are mostly Adrian Chase x Reader, with a few throuple pairings with random characters. Have Fun!
Fic RecList #1 | Fic RecList #3 | Fic RecList #4
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~ stuck on you β @honeycombstrawberry
~ a better night β @honeycombstrawberry
~ Out Of My League β @theowritesstuff
~ take of my seeds β @honeycombstrawberry
~ find your heart β @honeycombstrawberry
~ jawbreaker β @honeycombstrawberry
~ packing tape β @chaseadrian
~ if it's me or you β @honeycombstrawberry
~ 89 WITH ADRIAN OMG IT'S SO HIM β @vigilvntes
~ answer the call β @honeycombstrawberry
~ strong arm nightmare β @chaseadrian
~ Emerald Eyes and a Blood-Stained Ring - @the-hidden-pages
~ best friends forever β @honeycombstrawberry
~ fire for a heart β @honeycombstrawberry
~ The Good Kind of Butterflies β @7-wonders
~ Chainsaws and Parking Lots β @charnelhouse
~ π¦βs whump!reader x adrian drabble β @lunaticsandidiots
~ behind closed doors β @honeycombstrawberry
~ adrian wearing your hickies headcanons, here we go: β @honeycombstrawberry
~ on my shoulders β @honeycombstrawberry
~ my favorite experiment β @honeycombstrawberry
~ the way these things go β @honeycombstrawberry
~ sweater weather β @honeycombstrawberry
~ for you, anything β @honeycombstrawberry
~ please, not like this β @honeycombstrawberry
~ Itβs just three words. β @univemma
~ Control β @theowritesstuff
~ another ruse β @honeycombstrawberry
~ Replaced β @theowritesstuff
~ the first won't be the last β @honeycombstrawberry
~ join the club β @honeycombstrawberry
~ Dying For. β @jangofctts
~ βItβs not my fault you keep turning me onβ + βItβs just us, everyone else has gone to bedβ + βTry to stay quiet okβ β @lunaticsandidiots
~ such an instigator β @honeycombstrawberry
~ mirror on the ceiling - part 1 β @chaseadrian
~ My Favourite Girl - Adrian Chase x fem!Reader β @vigilvntes
