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Imagine Daryl seeing you come out of your shared bedroom wearing one of his shirts

“What’re you wearing?”

“One of your shirts, sorry. Mine are all dirty.”

“S’alright. You look cute.”

*blushes* “I always look cute, Daryl.”

“Naw, most of the time you’re just fucking sexy.”

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Imagine making snacks for the Musketeers

Requested

The clash of swords met your ears as you pushed your rear against the gate to open it. As you turned, you could see your 4 best friends sparring in the courtyard, although it looked like d’Artagnan had just been bested by Athos, and Aramis and Porthos had turned towards the gate. The damn squeaking sound it made whenever it was pushed open always gave you away.

“Ah! Y/N! You’ve decided to grace us with your presence once again.” Aramis called out once he realized you had arrived. 

“Yes,” you called back and you walked towards the table. “And I brought some treats for you boys as well.” As you pulled the cloth from the pan, the smell of yeast and cinnamon wafted up and into the noses of the approaching men.

“Cinnamon buns?!?!” d’Artagnan could barely contain his excitement. “My mother used to make these for me all the time.” He promptly shoved one in his face, closed his eyes, and moaned in happiness.

Porthos was soon to follow, finishing his portion in little more than two bits, smiley wildly in pleasure. The other two, Aramis and Athos, followed suit, although they had the manners to take smaller bits and therefore not risk choking.

d’Artagnan threw his arms around you and spun you around, all the while shouting “Thank you so much they were so good, brought back so much memories..” and he continued to blather on in like manner until you were gratefully rescued by the booming voice of the captain.

“Y/N! What have you done to get my four best men dancing like fools?”

Aramis stepped up and offered him a treat, which he accepted with hesitation. Your practical jokes had blindsided him more than once, and he was now cautious of you, with good reason. But Aramis assured the captain that the food was good to eat, and he soon discovered that the cinnamon buns were, indeed, quite good. He even went so far as to offer forgiveness for past transgressions (aka making him the victim of practical jokes) if you brought him another pan of cinnamon buns, but just for him. You agreed, and all of a sudden, the boys hailed you as a culinary hero. 

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Dating James Aubrey would include......

first of all, he’s super fun

he knows all the best places to eat, and you always let him decide what to order in

but he also loves it when you cook, and he inspires you to be a more adventurous cook

when you guys move in together, grocery shopping becomes a sacred time for the two of you

when he comes home stressed, you give him back massages to help him relax while he vents about work

he knows you’ve got a lil ~thing~ for uniforms, so sometimes he borrows tactical gear from the FBI for an evening or, if you’re lucky, a whole weekend

he is extremely dedicated, and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you

he takes you to the shooting range at the FBI just so he knows that you can defend yourself, just in case

Booth ships you guys sooo hard

your weekends generally consist of the odd adventure like going to a cool place that he discovered at work, or hardcore netflix binging. 

he’s not big into PDA, especially when he’s working, but the way he looks and smiles at you, he doesn’t need anything else to send the message that you are his entire world

k lets get serious for a sec - he has lots of emotional baggage, mostly daddy issues

but that doesn’t scare you, you help him work thru it and eventually he comes to accept that he is not his father, and he isn’t going to make the same mistakes

you worry about him when there’s an especially rough case at work

but the gang at the Jeffersonian always keeps you in the loop so you don’t worry

you both love kids, but you don’t let the other know just how much

he loves watching you with kids, you love watching him with kids

Booth notices this and asks the two of you to babysit Christine and Hank whenever he can

the Food Network is always on the TV unless the two of you are watching something together, then he lets you pick the show to watch

he swore you to secrecy, but he got really into Say Yes To The Dress reruns once upon a weekend

he’s a baby when he’s sick

but you don’t mind mothering him a lil bit

all in all, he is the sweetest, most devoted, most caring, funniest, and strongest man you’ve ever dated, and you’re super thankfully he finally got up enough nerve to ask you out

the team is not surprised but very excited when he tells them that he plans on proposing

you are everyone’s OTP and they are soooo happy when ya’ll get married

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Baby Girl Pt. 1

Bones x Reader two part fic, mostly fluffy. A taste of parent!Bones and a teasing crew

Sidenote: please pretend the above gif is in medbay and Bones is looking affectionately at reader, not kirk

It was supposed to be a simple mission: rescue the kidnapped child of an important politician. The little girl had been stolen by some alien pirates, and taken back to their base, which was incidentally in the vicinity of the Enterprise. Typically, a mission such as this wouldn’t be assigned to the exploration vessel, but time was of the essence and you were the closest. 

So here you were, on an unknown and presumably uninhabited planet, looking for a little girl and hopefully avoiding thugs. As it was low risk, Kirk had decided to send Spock, Chekov, and other security personnel. You were just there, as an anthropologist, in case there were beings living there. Thus far, you hadn’t run into any living being, and Spock had just managed to locate the pirates’ base just beyond a barren hill. 

When you got there, the pirates were mostly cowards who surrendered easily. Taking care of them turned out to be the easiest part of this mission. The team split up to find the little girl, who the pirates had stashed somewhere in their base and refused to tell you where. It was only a matter of about 10 minutes before Spock rang your comm.

“Lieutenant Y/N here. What’s up Spock?” you paused your search.

“I have managed to locate the child. However, she seems unwilling to come out and come with us. She appears fearful, although I cannot imagine why.”

“Well, she’s probably scared out of her mind. She’s only three, and she’s away from her parents. Send me your location and I’ll see what I can do to help.”

Soon enough you had managed to navigate your way through the halls of the hideaway and had found the room where the rest of the team had gathered. As you entered, Spock pointed you to what appeared to be a pillow fort.

“She’s in there, and won’t come out.” Spock seemed a tad insulted by the child’s refusal to cooperate; evidently, three-year old’s don’t listen to reason.  

You hummed in acknowledgement. “Is she hurt?”

“She doesn’t sound injured, but I have yet to see her, so I cannot completely assure you of her well being.”

“Alrighty then,” you handed off you phaser and traded it for a tricorder that Bones, your boyfriend, had insisted you take just in case. You then knelt down at what seemed to be the entrance to the fort and called out a gentle greeting. “Hello? Camilla, are you in there?”

A shuffling could be heard. “I’m Camy.”

“Hi Camy.”

“Hi.”

“Will you come out?”

Spock huffed in frustration, as if he hadn’t already tried asking her to come out.

“No,” she mumbled back.

“Well then, can I come in?”

“No.”

“How come? I won’t hurt you.”

“I not supposed to talk to strangers.” For a three-year old, she spoke rather clearly.

“Well how about I tell you my name? Then we won’t be strangers. I’m Y/N.”

“Hi.” you could hear her shuffling closer to the entrance, although there was a sheet that hung as a makeshift door so you couldn’t see inside.

“Camy, are you hurt?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I see?”

A chubby little hand pushed the makeshift door aside and Camy timidly stood by the opening. She held her other arm out, and I could see that there were a couple scrapes and abrasions. They looked like they had been tended to a little bit, but there was still some debris that hadn’t been cleared out. It didn’t look like there was any infection, and for that you were thankful. Infections could so easily turn into something disastrous with young children. 

You gently reached towards Camy’s arm, and although she flinched away at first, she eventually allowed you to inspect her arm with the tricorder. 

“Hmm. Looks like you were very brave, Camy.” 

She nodded distractedly as she looked up at the strange men awkwardly standing around her. Of course, most of the crew didn’t have kids and were quite awkward around anyone under 12 years of age. 

“Listen Camy, honey, I’ve got some friends that can patch up your arm good and new, and then we can take you home to your mom and dad. They’re on my ship, will you come with us?”

She looked doubtful, with good reason. One can never be too careful around strangers.

“I promise we won’t hurt you, and we’ll take you home. Your mommy and daddy sent my ship to look for you! They miss you and they really want you to come home with us.”

Camy considered you for a minute, then nodded twice and slowly moved closer to you, one chubby arm wrapping around your neck and the other hand moved her thumb closer to her mouth. You took this as a sign of consent, and slowly stood up, taking the toddler in your arms. Before you were even out of the room, her head was resting on your shoulder, and you felt grateful that she trusted you after her ordeal. 

Your group was beamed up, and you immediately headed towards the med bay.  She wasn’t in bad condition, so you didn’t feel the need to ask for a team to meet you in the transporter room, but all the same, you knew that Bones would want to give the little girl a check up to make sure she was all right. 

When you got to medbay, Bones was finishing up some paperwork, so the nurse on duty led you to an examining bed. You tried to set Camy down, but she clung to your neck. So you sat on the bed with her in your lap and waited for the good doctor to attend.

As soon as he focused on the two of you sitting together, his entire demeanor changed. He had a little girl of his own, of course, but it had been a long time since he had seen her, and it had been a while since she was this little. He was also caught off guard by the feelings that rose up at the sight of you with a child. He loved you, and seeing you be so tender with a child made him love you even more. Secretly, he hoped that one day the two of you would have your own little kid to take care of. 

But enough of daydreaming. As he got closer to the examining bed, Bones snapped back into doctor mode. He made a concentrated effort to be gentle towards the little girl, and you were certainly surprised when the typically gruff man turned into a softie for your special patient.

“Well, who do we have here?” he inquired as he sat in a chair in front of where you sat.

You smiled at him. “This is Camy, she’s 3 years old and she’s ready to go home. Also, she’s probably ready to have a nap.” 

Bones chuckled, a sound that never ceased to delight you. “Well hi Camy. My name’s Leonard, but you can call me Bones if you like.” She uncurled from your chest a tiny bit to see him better.

“Bones?” she asked in a small voice.

He smiled another gentle smile. “That’s right, darlin’. Is it okay if I take a look at your arm? Y/N said that you had some owies there.”

She nodded and held it out to him, although she continued to lean against you and keep an arm around your neck.

Bones hummed and hawed over her arm, cleaning it as gently as he could before he fixed it up. He then went over her vitals and did other checkup things. Throughout the whole ordeal, he continued to be warm and gentle, and he even made Camy smile and giggle a couple times. It was honestly amazing to watch. He even gave her a candy he had stashed in his pocket. “I keep these for my best patients, and you are the best I have had today.”

She smiled again and hid her face against your chest. You felt her tiny body shake with a yawn. “Oh, boy, Camy, you seem pretty tired. How about a nap?” She nodded sleepily.

Bones patted your knee. “We’re all done here. What’re you gonna do with her?”

You hadn’t thought about it yet, and you doubted Jim had either. But you were in luck, because here came the captain now.

“Hey, Bones, how come you’re never that nice to me?”

The grumpy doctor was back. “Cuz you’re not as cute as she is, Jim.”

You smirked at his response before turning to the captain. “So, Jim, what’s the plan with Camy? We don’t exactly have a nursery on board to take care of her until we get her home.”

Kirk’s face blanked. “Umm, well, you seem to be doing all right. Here’s the plan: Y/N, you are relieved of your regular duties to take care of the kid. There. A plan. Aha.” He seemed pleased with himself. 

Bones’ frown increased. “Jim, we’re not equipped to take care of a toddler.”

“Oh right, I forgot you two are sharing quarters now.” Before you could get another word in, Jim turned towards the door, calling over his shoulder, “You’re both smart, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Let me know if I can help with anything!”

You and Bones turned to each other with exasperated sighs. You spoke first. “He’s right. I’m sure we can figure something out. Tell you what: I’ll see if I can scrounge up a crib, and I’ll talk to some of the smaller crew members to see if anyone has any extra clothes that might work on our baby girl.”

Bones nodded. “Wish I could help but I’m on shift for another couple hours.”

“Mm, me too. Oh hey, do you have something here we could use for diapers? She’s getting a little ripe.”

He smirked at the face you made and turned towards a set of cupboards. “Yeah, I’ve got some….” His words faded out as he stuck his head into the cupboards, searching for makeshift diaper things. 

He made you up a diaper bag, and as he gave you a kiss on the cheek as you left, he almost couldn’t hold back the excitement of acting like a parent again. 

AN:So I hope you like it so far! There will be another part coming, with some stronger father!Bones, so look forward to that. Also, I’m still looking for requests so please don’t  be shy? 

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Dating Sam Wilson Would Include....

Because this man doesn’t get enough love

you guys would be best friends, first and foremost

teasing and playful fighting all the time

also the both of you are very competitive, which is great for training, but sometimes ya’ll go overboard

he tries to be protective, which is endearing, but you gently remind him that he’s not the only badass in the relationship

you call him your guardian angel, he pretends to hate it but you know he loves it

you help him through his PTSD nightmares

sometimes he just clings to you like you’re the anchor keeping his from floating away into his horrible memories

he would be the sweetest boyfriend, always keeping you safe and looking after you

he would be big on surprises; he’d bring you coffee/lunch/a cupcake just because

you respect his commitment to the Avengers, and he loves you for understanding

you would support each other endlessly, mostly because you’re too loyal and stubborn to give up on each other

he calls you babe, sweetheart, honeybunches, pretty much whatever sappy pet name he can think of, because he knows he can get away with it

you would treasure lazy mornings when neither of you have anywhere to  go, and you can just relax and soak in each other’s presence

sometimes you two would try and have ~romantic~ and ~sexy~ time - sometimes it would work and other times you would end up giggling at each other

one of these times was in the bathtub (romantic, right?) well you ended up almost flooding the bathroom because of the splash fight you had

basically a fun but deeply committed couple who would do anything for each other

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Baby Girl  Pt. 2

Alarms were blaring, and as you opened your eyes you could see the yellow alert lights flashing throughout the room. Throwing a hand to your right, the emptiness in your bed reminded you that your boyfriend, Bones, was working the night shift tonight. You groggily sat up and wondered what was going on to make the alarms go off at, you checked your bedside clock, two in the morning. 

Then you remembered Camy. Your eyes darted to the makeshift bed on your couch and saw the little girl stirring in her sleep. The sedatives Bones had left behind in case your two hours of lullabies didn’t work were still resting on the coffee table. 

You dressed quickly so you could see what all the fuss was about. As a last minute thought, you gave Camy a small dose of sedative to calm her, then put the last of the drug in your pocket and gathered the girl and her blanket in your arms before you headed out the door. She snuggled up to your chest immediately, holding the blanket Chekov had given her tight in her tiny fist. 

As you walked through the halls, the alarms were still blaring and the lights were still flashing, but there were no other signs that the ship was in danger. There were no red shirts rushing anywhere, no intercom calls for evacuation or for people to man their stations. You decided to head to the bridge to ask Jim what was going on. 

Once you got there, you could see Spock, Jim, and Bones gathered in discussion. As soon as Jim saw you, he walked over and the others followed.

“How’s she doing?” the captain asked.

“Fine, I finally got her to sleep. The alarms were making her restless so I gave her a small dose of the sedative that Bones gave me, just in case.”

He nodded absentmindedly.

“Jim, what’s going on? Why are the alarms going off? Are we in danger?” Bones sympathetically laid a hand on your shoulder, peering over it to check on the little girl.

“Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t really know. There’s some ships that appear to be pirate vessels, although we don’t know who they are or where they’re from. Uhura’s translating the messages they’ve sent us, and so far they seem to be the same group who had taken Camy. I can’t imagine that they would attack us.”

Just then Uhura interrupted. “I’ve got an incoming transmission, Captain.”

Kirk jumped into his chair so that whoever was on the other end of the call would see only him, but just in case, Bones ushered you towards the door.

A strange looking alien came on screen, and it took a few seconds for the translator to catch up with his speech. “Captain Kirk, you have something I want.”

“That’s usually the case when non-Federation ships intercept my ship. What do you want?”

“You have a child on board, a human girl. Her caretakers were careless enough to let her slip into your hands, but I want her back.”

Kirk licked his bottom lip. “I assure you, we have no one fitting that description on our ship.”

“Captain, I will take her by force if necessary.”

He thought for a moment. “Tell you what, this isn’t Federation standard, but I’ll make you a deal, because I want as little harm to come to my crew as possible and you seem to outgun us at the moment. If you can prove to me that I have what you want on my ship, you can take it. But if you can’t prove it, then you have to surrender your ships to the authorities.”

Spock gasped in the background. He knew that pirates were predisposed to gambling, but for Jim to engage was risky business.

The pirate on the screen hesitated a moment before he nodded his agreement. “Very well. I will have my men ready to board your ship in ten minutes.” And with that, the transmission ended.

Jim jumped out of his ship to face a very concerned looking group of people. “I had no idea they would board so quickly.” He looked at you. “How are we gonna hide Camy in ten minutes and make sure she isn’t found?”

After but a few moments, Spock turned to you. “Camy is dosed with sedatives that should last for at least an hour, correct?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

He turned to Jim. “Has the engineering department managed to fix the small-scale hologram projector confiscated from the Romulans?”

Jim nodded. 

Finally he turned to Bones. “Can you pretend to deliver a child?”

Bones frowned. “I can deliver a baby for real, you hobgoblin. Why?”

Spock was already on his way to the lift. “Y/N, how well do you believe you can pretend to be in labor?”

The group followed him into the lift. “Quite well.”

“Spock, what kind of idea is this?”

“Quite simple, Captain. We cannot simply hide Y/N and the child, because when they search they will find evidence of a child and know we are hiding her. The solution is as follows: Y/N will pretend to be in full labor, and the holographic device will give the appearance of her distended mid-section. Doctor, you will pretend to be delivering the baby. The screams and obvious pain will scare the pirates away from the ‘delivery room’“ he used air-quotes, which Uhura had taught him, to emphasize the pretend aspect of this idea. “The child will be hidden underneath the bio-bed, and the sedatives will insure that she will not make a sound to alert the searchers to her presence. The baby items they might encounter can be explained as a mother preparing for her child, I believe it’s called ‘nesting’.Overall, a simple diversion tactic.”

You arrived in med bay and Scotty was already there with his hologram device, fiddling away with it. Apparently everyone liked Spock’s idea, because as soon as the lift doors opened, Bones raced towards the back, towing you along with him. He got you seated on a bed and swung your legs up, then pulled up the stirrups. Jim gently grabbed Camy from your arms and stowed her beneath the bed, and before you knew what was happening, Bones had your boots and pants taken off and your feet in stirrups. Jim was tossing you an examining gown to throw on over your uniform, Scotty was busy arranging the hologram to look like you were 9 months pregnant, and Bones was gowning up and had a tray of tools nearby. 

The ten minute timer in your head dinged and you knew it was go time. Jim and Spock had flown out the door to meet the boarding party at the door and escort them around the ship, and Bones was dressing Scotty up as a nurse while he was giving you instructions on how to pretend to be pregnant.

“Alright, darlin’. You’re gonna have to scream a lot, and moan too. Heavy breathing, look distressed.” He paused, having finished on Scotty, to give you a once over. “You don’t look the part....” He looked around and grabbed a partially full cup of water, then splashed it on your face. “There, now you look sweaty enough to be in labor!”

He sat down on a stool between your legs just as Scotty managed to pull up the boarding party’s position in the ship on his PADD. Bones glanced quickly at it before returning his attention to you. “Alright, darlin’ it’s go time, gimme all you got.”

You felt foolish at first, moaning and screaming for no real reason, but you soon warmed up to the part. Bones continued to sit down between your spread legs, not really doing anything besides coaching your screaming and breathing techniques. Scotty was doing an excellent job of being a supportive nurse. 

Soon enough, Jim escorted the boarding party into the infirmary, and you began to scream out of fear rather than pretend. If they found out that you were hiding Camy, you weren’t sure what would happen, but you were sure it wouldn’t be pleasant. And so you continued to scream and pant, channeling every ounce of acting into this one performance. You were not prepared for when the lead pirate of this boarding party ripped open the thin curtain separating your delivery room from the rest of med bay.

Bones turned in his stool, hands still resting on your knees. “She’s giving birth, dammit, can you give us some privacy?” He nearly yelled at them, although he needed to in order to be heard above your screaming. 

Just to be a pain in the butt, the pirate shifted to more permanent stance. “How long has this human been like this?”

Bones looked up at him in frustration. “You mean in labor? For about 5 hours now, so excuse me if I’m not very patient.” He took a glance between your legs for the sake of appearances, then focused on you. “That’s it, keep screaming the pain out. You’re nearly there, keep going.”

The pirate inquired again, “And who is the father of this child? Is it not customary with your people for the father to be present during the time of birth?”

Your brow knit with concern. This was not part of the plan, and you were starting to sweat for real. You could see Jim’s eye widen, but thankfully Bones was a quick thinker. “I’m the father.” he grumbled.

“Oh,” the pirate shifted his focus to you, but you closed your eyes in pain momentarily. “So you get to deliver your own child. How quaint.”

Bones kept his gaze fixed on a spot on the bed between your legs as he gave a curt nod. “Yup. Always been a dream of mine.”

The pirates glanced once more around your curtained off area before they took your leave and they were barely out the door when Scotty leaned down and whispered in your ear. “Don’t think you realize you’re doing it, lass, but you’re squeezing mah hand mighty hard.”

You didn’t even realize you had grabbed a hold of his hand, but you quickly released it with an apologetic smile. You would have apologized verbally, but you were still busy screaming and pretending to give birth.  

It wasn’t 15 minutes later when Jim and Spock came bounding through the doors, having seen the boarding party off. You stopped moaning as soon as you saw their silhouettes through the thin curtain. They stopped short and Jim grinned as he looked again at the setup. Scotty, the faithful nurse, attending Bones, the gruff space doctor, as they deliver their first hologram pregnancy. It was a hilarious sight, and Jim could barely contain his laughter. 

You leaned back and rested against the bed as Scotty set to work removing your hologram belly, not even bothering to get rid of his nurse costume first. Bones too disregarded removing his gown and knelt down to collect Camy from the floor. As he straightened up, he cradled the sleeping girl against his chest, and a hint of a fatherly smile lit up his features. He glanced at you, exhausted on the delivery table, and couldn’t help his next words.

“Congratulations, it’s a keeper.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

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Too Damn Stubborn

As the crocotta slammed you against the wall, your mind flew back to when you got tangled up in this mess. Not this fight particularly, because hunting had become a part of your life so long ago and your life before was remembered in the same way one would remember a movie they had seen a long time ago. 

Your mind began to play through the events of the night when you had met the Winchester brothers, your partners in crime.

 It was about 10 years ago, and you had been hustling pool in a college town dive bar. Dean, who’s voice now called to you as you faded in and out of consciousness, had walked in with his brother Sam, and as the night drew on, had challenged you to a game of pool. He knew you were hustling, and you knew he knew. You also knew that he would try and hustle you, but you didn’t let it happen. The night had then progressed into a series of challenges, and each time, it was a draw. 

The last challenge was a shooting contest. A bar patron had set up five beer bottles for each of you along a fence outside of the bar. Because it was the middle of the country, there was no one around to make a fuss about safety technicalities. The bar’s patrons emptied into the parking lot to watch the match.

Neither you nor Dean were willing to give away the fact that you were armed to the teeth as hunters, so the barkeep was kind enough to lend his two rifles to the contest. But, because he was an old-time chauvinist, he gave the faulty one to you. You didn’t find this out until later.

Rifle in hand, you and Dean stood face to face in the parking lot. Because the rifles didn’t have scopes, you had decided that 20 yards was a good distance to shoot from. 

“So,” a teasing grin broke across your face. “you any good with a gun?”

He broke into a full-fledged grin. “Yeah, you could say I’m pretty great.”

Nodding in amusement, you gazed at the crowd that had gathered to watch. They were all drunk, which meant they were very loud and very encouraging. 

Some random guy who had elected himself as master of ceremonies whistled to get everyone’s attention. “So here’s the deal: you have to shoot your five bottles to finish the contest. First one to get their five wins. The contest isn’t done until all the bottles have been shattered. Good luck.” He walked off to the side so you and your opponent could get into position.

As you raised the butt of the rifle to your shoulder to make sure you were positioned properly, you couldn’t help but glance over at Dean. His flannel shirt was straining ever so slightly at his shoulders, and his focus was impeccable as he looked down the barrel. His footing shifted ever so slightly before he lowered his rifle, signaling that he was ready to begin. You followed suit soon after, cheeks flushed ever so slightly at having found yourself competing with such a handsome man. 

As the drunk master of ceremonies began the final countdown, your focus narrowed until your world was just you and the bottles sitting 20 yards away. He yelled “Shoot!” and your rifle found its home on your shoulder milliseconds before your eyes found the target through the iron sites. 

One bottle exploded and you were lining up your next shot before the sound finished ringing through your ears. 

Two down, three to go. Somewhere, your brain registered that you were keeping up with the man next to you. 

Three bottles lay in pieces in the dirt. As you pumped the action for your fourth round, a crunching noise met your ears instead of the smooth sound of a bullet filling the action. 

A quick glance confirmed your suspicions: your rifle was jammed. 

A growl rumbled deep in your throat. You hated to win, and you hated it even more when you weren’t able to see a challenge through to the finish. Before you could even think, your hunter instincts had kicked in, just as your competitor began lining up for his fifth and final shot. He had taken a quick break to glance your way when you had thrown your weapon to the ground in frustration, but now he was back on track. 

Quick as a whip, you had grabbed your knives from your boots and were prepping for the farthest distance you had ever thrown. 

The blades were out of your hands seconds later, and the twin crashes made you grin with pride. Sure, you hadn’t finished before your challenger, but you felt confident that you had more cool points than he did.

He had lowered his rifle and turned towards you as soon as he was done shooting, but now his mouth was agape. 

“Wha- how-” he trailed off. It didn’t help that the crowd was going crazy too.

You smiled. “I don’t think the challenge said I had to shoot all the bottles, did it? Whoops.” And with that, you turned and downed a tequila shot offered by a very drunk, very enthusiastic crowd. 

The sting of the remembered tequila matched the sting in your head as the crocotta pounced on you once again, breaking you out of your trip down flashback freeway. 

Your right hand flew to its throat as your left hand violently felt around for anything sharp enough to stab the monster with. As long as you could puncture its neck, you would be all right. 

At the edge of your vision, you could see Sam slumped against a wall, and it looked like his face was bleeding. You could hear Dean rustling around, trying to stand up, but your concern was more focused on the monster trying to kill you so it could eat your soul. Have fun with that, you big bag of dicks.

And with that, you brought a knee up into the rear end of the monster. This knocked it off balance just enough that you could manage to squirm out from under it. He recovered quicker than you did and pinned you up against the wall. One forearm was held against your throat and you struggled for breath as he slowly brought a knife out from behind his back. 

A devilish sparkle lit up his eyes as his mouth split open, revealing rows upon rows of sharp teeth. It looked like a shark’s mouth, and it appeared as if this creature enjoyed your pain. 

But he took too long to savor the moment. Dean pounced on him from behind, driving his knife into the monster’s neck and dragging him to the ground. 

You slid down the wall as you gasped for air, your hands gingerly touching your neck where you were sure marks will appear in no time. Dean pulled his knife out of the monster, and it only took one shared glance to communicate that you were okay from your ordeal. He nodded, stood up, and walked on unsteady legs to where his brother was beginning to regain consciousness.

As your body recovered from its brief time without air, you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall, and wondered how the hell you were going to explain yourself. 

See, crocotta’s lure their victims in by imitating the voices of their victims loved ones. And guess who’s voice you had heard on the phone earlier? 

Deans. 

Yeah, yeah. You loved Dean. Big whoop. You had for years. Hell, you had a stupid crush on him from the moment he had looked at you with awe when you had won that stupid shooting contest years ago. But you were sure that he didn’t feel the same way.

Sure,  you could probably explain it as more of an admiration, a respect for the man. But as sure as he could spot a hustler from a mile away, he knew when you were lying. 

You blew out your lips as you heard Dean call your name.

“Come on, we all gotta hit the ER. Sammy’s gotta get his head looked at, and you should probably get your melon looked at too. He hit you pretty hard.” He spoke as he hoisted his brother to his feet and placed his arm around his shoulders. “Let’s get out of this place.” 

Hours later, you sat in the hallway of the local hospital, eyes closed as you held an ice pack against your bruising neck. A quick look in the mirror had shown that a dark purple band was slowly making itself known. Just great. 

A familiar sigh filled your ears, and you cracked one eye open just in time to see Dean sit in the chair right next to you. He had a cut on his forehead that he had just had stitched up.

“Nice embroidery.” Your voice came out rough and croaky.

He grunted his amusement. “And here I was just gonna comment on your pretty necklace.” Dean gently reached a hand out and pulled your hand and ice pack away from your neck. He winced when he saw what the crocotta had done to you. He wasn’t a stranger to getting injured, and he should be used to the people around him getting hurt, but he hated it more and more when you especially got hurt. Not that he would tell anybody, of course.

Pretty soon you both settled into a comfortable silence, waiting for the doctor to come out and tell you that Sam would be okay.

When you were called into his room, Sam turned his head to look at the two of you and scoffed when he saw your somber expressions.

“Come on, you guys, don’t be so serious.”

You spoke up. “We’re not worried about you, you giant. Just thinking about the case.”

Neither you nor Dean were actually thinking about the case. You were thinking about how you were going to explain hearing Dean’s voice on the phony phone call, and Dean was thinking about his own phone call. He had heard your voice. 

But the two of you were too damn stubborn to tell the other the truth. You loved Dean Winchester, and he loved you, but neither of you had any clue. 

[doyoufancyathought]

Dating Zach Dempsey would include.....

he’s actually a huge dork

babysitting his sister with him and having movie nights

his sister ships you two hardcore

him trying to teach you how to play basketball by playing one-on-one but hes so serious and cute you can’t help but just giggle

he gets really protective when you’re around Bryce and Justin. They’re his friends, but you’re more important to him than them. 

his mom pretends to not like you, but she secretly does and once Zach learns of this approval, he’s really happy because he’s a momma’s boy

he helps you study for bio because you suck at it and he’s really good

 his first game that you watch he’s so nervous he keeps messing up till Justin shoves him and tell him to get his head in the game

cute little coffee dates

when you guys study together in either of your rooms, you most often having at least one dance party

he takes his shirt off as often as he can around you cuz he heard you mention once how distracting you find male torsos to be and he thinks it adorable when you trail off mid-sentence or forget what you’re doing because you’re staring

but he can’t really talk either, because you are the most intoxicating sight he’s ever seen

and when you get all dolled up for special occasions, its a wonder he can get anything done

you guys are each others biggest cheerleaders

literal heart eyes at each other

but when you guys fight its generally over bigger stuff, and its really sad to watch because you guys don’t talk for like a week at a time even though it kills you guys to be apart and there’s a lot of tears and sobbing but when you guys make up its actually goals

he has really great self-control, and you appreciate that he’s not all over you, and is patient and goes at your pace.

he loves cuddling lets admit it this kid loves being touched

also he loves it when people play with his hair, so he lets his sister braid it all the time

ice cream dates, sometimes with his sister

hes really glad you and his sister are basically bff’s

he says “I love you” first because he really does love you and he just wants to make sure you know it, and so he also says it lots