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A Star In Somebody Else's Sky

☁︎ Paring: Sam Winchester x Short!GN!Reader, Dean Winchester x Short!GN!Reader

☁︎ Summary: You and Sam are idiots, good thing for you, Dean's there. Bad thing for Dean, he's helpful.

☁︎ Warnings: fluffy idiots in love, twist with Dean, unrequited love, angst, bittersweet, swearing - short reader, height not specified but written with 5'1!Reader in mind

☁︎ Word Count: 1.5k

☁︎ Requested by: @dontlistentodaisy

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Sam walked in, somehow taking up less space than he had the right to. You noticed that about him, how he always made himself smaller. If someone were to ask Dean, he'd tell them Sam did it more for you. He lowered himself down to you, always coming to your eye level whenever you kept your head down, hung low for whatever reason he'd tried to fix.

You noticed your height more around him too. When you were sitting next to each other and he stood up and he just kept going. You'd look up at him, smiling when he glanced back at you.

Dean was almost sick.

You two had been dancing around this for far too long, hell, Sam even carried you to bed the other night. You were just so comfy, and he couldn't wake you and all that corny shit.

You'd been hunting with the boys for a while when you started to develop your little crush on the not so little Sammy. Dean clocked it after a few weeks, the way you'd take your time patching Sam up, not that you didn't care about Dean, just that you cared about Sam differently. You hurt when he did. It was dumb and cheesy, but every time you saw a cut on his face or that look in his eyes the morning after a nightmare, you felt that pain shoot through you just the same.

Sam, on the other hand, was just a big idiot.

He was practically hanging all over you, always wanting to be in your space. When you were at a dive bar a couple weeks ago, some dick stumbled up to you, too many whiskeys deep and one sleazy proposition later, Sam was behind you. He used his stature in moments like those, standing broad and tall, hands resting on your shoulders.

He looked down at the guy, properly looking him down, and all it took was one word.

"Door"

The guy didn't really feel like getting pummeled, so he was gone.

You turned back, craning your head up at Sam now that he was directly above you.

"You didn't have to-"

"I did" His voice was steady, sound, he did have to "I'm sorry if you're upset, but that guy, he just-"

"It's okay" You smiled simply "'m never upset with you"

And that was all it took, all it took for your relationship to change, a silent, comfortable claim. No you're mine. But the protection of being cared for like that, you're the one I look after.

The two of you became insufferable after that. Inseparable even. Whenever Dean suggested he and Sam go out while you stayed back, unless it was a dangerous situation Sam didn't want you getting into, it was an immediate no. No questions, no discussions, he just wasn't leaving you. You were the same of course.

It got to an intolerable degree, and Dean had to step in, for no other reason than to protect his own sanity. Sure.

You and Sam fell asleep on the motel couch, a common sight as of late. He was on his back, legs bunched up to fit on the couch while yours laid comfortably over him. You had shifted from just beside him to fully on top, your body rising and falling with his chest, heartbeats synced. Dean was not a stupid man, despite what some think. He very carefully pried Sam's hands from your back, yours from his waist, lifting you into his arms like he was stealing a priceless diamond, you may as well have been.

Dean carried you out to the car, stilling when you curled into his chest, thinking he was Sam. He prayed you wouldn't wake up until you were far enough away. Maybe there was a God. Eh, maybe.

You woke up in the passenger seat, looking over to Dean and panicking immediately.

"What the fuck?! Where are we? Where's Sam?!"

"Relax Sweetheart, he's probably still snoozing back at the motel"

"Dean what the fuck is going on?"

"You two, you gotta stop it. You're sickening at this point, just confess"

"Confess what?!"

Dean rolled his eyes, pulling over to the side of the highway.

"Your feelings, dumbass"

"Dean, what the hell is wrong with you? Why the fuck did you kidnap me?!"

"I didn't kidnap you, kinda. Okay legally I kidnapped you but it's just because you're a fucking idiot"

"Oh wow, what a gentleman"

"Relax, Sam's an idiot too"

"You didn't kidnap him"

"He's freakishly tall, you're, y'know"

"I'm what?"

"….portable?"

You thought it over for a moment before cutting him some slack "I'll take that"

He let out a sigh "Good, 'cause you can be real scary when you're angry"

"Awww, is the big bad hunter afraid of lil ol' me?"

"When someone takes away your headphones on a long drive? Fuck yeah I am"

"Good. Now take me back to Sam"

"See! This is the dumb shit! You're clearly in love with him, just fuckin' say it"

You crossed your arms, leaning back in your seat. There was no point in denying it, but your voice was still low when you replied.

"What if he doesn't want me?"

"Oh you gotta be kidding me"

"What? It's a perfectly reasonable thought!"

"Yeah, 'bout as reasonable as a pie wondering if I'd wanna eat it. He wants you, okay? Who wouldn't"

"What?"

"Sammy, he's fuckin' desperate for you, he's so pathetic-"

"I get it!" You stopped his beratement, mumbling your next response "He's not pathetic"

"You haven't seen the way he looks at you"

"Really? He looks at me?"

"My God" Dean rolled his eyes, pulling back onto the road, turning around "Yes, okay? Yes. He looks at you, he talks about you, he pines after you, and I know you do the same right back to him"

"Maybe"

Dean glared at you, pointedly.

"Fine, just- keep your eye on the road, jackass"

"Sir yes sir!" He joked, it had been a while since he'd done that with you, even if it was dumb.

You chuckled, and he was glad to see it, you, loosening up a little. You'd been a bit more uptight whenever you were away from Sam, not ridiculously so, but you laughed a lot less.

"So" You started, just speaking for the sake of it "What pushed you over the edge? I know I've…felt like this for a while now, 'm sure you picked up on it pretty quick"

"The travelling circus" He let a little smile slip, sweetly genuine "Never seen him as happy as he was playing the boyfriend role with you, winnin' the teddy bear, holdin' your hand all around the place"

You huffed out a laugh "Yeah, if we hadn't gotten mauled by a killer clown at the end of it, that would've been a pretty perfect night"

"You weren't mauled, you're too dramatic"

"I have scars Dean, it was pretty bad"

"Eh, I've seen ya get through worse"

"Thanks, I guess. You were pretty good with that copper knife thing, too bad the jerk was invisible"

"We got there in the end, speaking of, we're just about home. Well, back to the motel"

"We didn't go far"

"Nah, I know how much you and Sammy hate bein' away from each other"

"Thank you Dean, really" You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek before hopping out of the car, taking a breath.

"Go get 'em tiger"

"Tiger?"

"Better than dumbass, idiot or jackass, isn't it?"

"Guess so" You smiled, going back to the room.

Dean stayed out there, knowing you and Sam might take a while. He turned the radio up, a familiar guitar riff starting up. He smirked, though not happy, letting the song play for a moment.

Twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head

He turned it up as it got closer to the chorus and he pulled out of the motel parking lot. The lyrics washed over him as he drove off, maybe to the nearest bar, maybe the nearest girl in his phone, maybe just a bit of a drive.

Now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

Of what was everything

All the pictures have all been washed in black

Tattooed everything

He started to sing along softly under his breath, voice breaking if he tried to raise it even slightly.

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am

All I'll be

He kept driving, further than just a spin 'round the block while you and Sam sorted your shit out. He drove until he wasn't quite sure where he'd gone, until the same song circled back on the tape once again. This time it wasn't just a hard listen, it was taunting him.

Why can't it be mine?

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Trick Or Treat

Marauders x Gn!gryffindor!reader

a/n: hi!!! This is my first real Harry Potter fic and I was so excited to write it, especially with the Marauders. This is my entry for @auroracalisto’s Halloween writing challenge! I used the prompt “if the cancel Halloween this year, I will riot” and I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. it’s short but sweet. Like/reblog if you enjoyed!

Summary: only tricks at Hogwarts this year

Warnings: none!

Word count: 386

October, 1976

“If they cancel Halloween, I will riot.” You dropped your fork on your plate. The Great Hall broke into whispers around you and your friends upon hearing the news. Riots across wizard and muggle cities alike have increased drastically due to Voldemort’s increasing rise in power, causing rumour to spread throughout Hogwarts that they would cancel celebrations and Hogsmead trips.

“Reckon they’ll cancel the entire thing rather than give us any chance to party in the castle,” James quipped, equally as upset as you. Sirius clapped him on the back and looked between the two of you.

“C’mon, it’s not like we don’t have Halloween every year!” He smirked. You rolled your eyes at him. Next to you, Lily huffed.

“Halloween with you lot is always a nightmare anyway. All the tricks and pranks.” Lily’s words were that of relief, but the look in her eyes was also that of sadness. She’d never admit to secretly enjoying the group's Halloween antics.

“What are you going to do about it, Y/N? Hex the Hogwarts staff?” Remus cut in, not letting James or Sirius argue with Lily.

“You know, Mooney.” You looked at him devilishly. “That’s not a half bad idea.”

—

Your execution of Remus’ idea didn’t go exactly as planned. In fact, one might say it backfired, because of course Professor McGonagall wards her classroom after hours and of course hexing one of her items for class next day would result in a tremendous failure. Quite literally green and croaking, you shamefully headed -hopped- back to the Gryffindor common room, back to your friends who wailed with laughter upon your return.

“It wasn’t that good of an idea, Y/N.” Remus wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. You stuck your tongue out at him, only for it to extend half of the distance between you and Remus, as a new roar of laughter hit the group. Lily’s giggle continued as she lifted your arm and made you rise from the couch.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s try to get you back to normal before Transfiguration tomorrow, she’ll know what you tried to do if she sees you.” She dragged you up the stairs toward your dorm, trying to stifle laughter every time she heard a quiet “ribbit” come from your throat.

[kaitycole]

fuji, honeycrisp, or gala?

Summary: Daishou goes apple picking with his family, will he return with more than a basket of fruit?

Pairings: Daishou x gn!reader, Daishou x Mika (past tense)

Word Count: 963

Warnings: Poor attempt at humor. Fall fluff. Adorable niece.

A/N: Part of the @celestialarchiveshq​ fall collab. 

Daishou is exhausted, he spent most of the night on a bullet train coming home from Aichi, unable to get a decent rest once he finally got to his parents house, so the last thing he wants to be doing is being drug around by his older sister, Sumiko. But here he is, up at 9am, sleep still heavy in his eyes, dragging his feet to the car to go apple picking. On the way there, his head’s leaning against the window, the humming sound of the tires on the road are enough to lull him to sleep, but Sumiko continues rambling on and on.

At first, it was about how all her friends had partners to go with them and take pictures with and then she moved on to how she wanted a boyfriend which somehow led to her asking him about Mika, a topic he definitely wasn’t getting into this early on a Saturday morning. He understands that Sumiko loves Mika, that the two were like two peas in a pod, but they just grew out of the ways they fit together, time and distance isn’t always kind to relationships, leaving him unsure of what more he could tell her other than ‘we broke up’.

“You might have better luck in the dating department if you didn’t have that scowl on your face.” Sumiko teases, giggling when Daishou rolls his eyes, “right, Fuyuko?”

The little dark-haired girl looks up at her mom in the rear view mirror before she starts laughing, “yes, Mama!”

Daishou tries to hide the smile on his face, but it’s painfully obvious to everyone that he’s completely weak when it comes to his three-year-old niece. If asked and he was honest, he’d tell you the only reason he even bothered to get up this early was because he got a video call on Thursday night from a bright-eyed Fuyuko saying “Uncle Sugu get apples too?”

** It’s not that he hates crowded places, but there’s a slight anxiety that fills him when he’s out with Fuyuko and there’s a ton of people, especially since she’s entered a phase where she likes to just run off when she sees something interesting. He feels a tug at his heart when he feels her little hand grab his much larger one, her olive-green eyes meet his matching ones, a huge smile on her face.

Fuyuko pulls on Daishou’s arm, attempting to drag him over to the cut-outs where pictures can be taken, demanding he takes a picture with her before asking to be carried on his shoulders, which he does. Sumiko tries her hardest not to laugh as crumbs from her daughter’s cookie ends up in Daishou’s hair, he doesn’t say anything, he really did have endless patience when it came to her.

“What do you say we give Uncle Sugu a break, Fuyu?” Sumiko plucks her off his shoulders after he squats down a bit.

“Uncle Sugu mad?” The little girl pokes out her bottom lip, already a master of the puppy-dog look, Daishou already knowing he was wrapped around her finger for the rest of eternity.

“No sweet girl, I’ll be right back.” He pats her on the top of the head, excusing himself to the bathroom.

He lets out a yawn, more awake than he was when he got in the car but less awake than everyone around him seems to be. He shakes his fingers through his hair, lips curling a bit in disgust as cookie crumbs fall out and he walks into the restroom.

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Daishou lets out an exhausted sigh, leave it to Sumiko to walk off and not bother to answer her phone so they could meet back up. He shoves his phone back in his pocket, glancing around when he notices someone with their hands full, trying to reach down and pick up an apple that fell.

“Oh, let me.” He reaches down, a small smile on his lips as he hands you the fallen fruit.

“Wasn’t there a downfall of humanity the last time someone accepted a fruit from a snake-like stranger?” You smirk, watching your words leave him unbalanced.

He catches the apple after tossing it up in the air, seeming to have gained his confidence back, “guess I’ll have to keep this one. C’mon.”

“Where to?” Your tone suggests that you’re hesitant of his words, but your actions are different, trying to quickly catch up to his side.

“To get you a new apple.” He smirks, “since this one could cause another downfall and all.”

You roll your eyes, “well I’m sure that one would be okay if you at least told me your name.”

“Uncle Sugu!” The both of you turn, Fuyuko running straight towards him, huge alligator tears in her eyes, “lost you!”

Daishou doesn’t miss a beat, squatting down he immediately scoops her up into his arms, the little girl quickly calming down and you find yourself smiling at the exchange.

She sniffles a couple more times before noticing you standing there, face lighting up, “Hi! I’m Fuyuko!”

“I’m YN.” You scrunch your nose up as you smile at her, gaining a giggle from the young girl.

“You know Uncle Sugu?”

Daishou tries to explain, but you cut him off, “he owes me an apple. Right Uncle Sugu?”

“I go too!” Fuyuko pushes her hands on his chest, signaling for him to put her down before she reaches out for your hand, grabbing his too.

Daishou lets out a sigh, already knowing the two of you will be nothing but a handful, but he couldn’t say no to Fuyuko and he has to admit that he’d really love to see that smile of yours again, directed at him.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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[hobis-hope94]

~ You Got This ~

AN: just had the shittest interview ever. i was so cringey. and some of the stuff that happened to the reader happened to me 😭 this is how i want to spend the rest of the evening so i wrote it.

Summery: Y/N is nervous before an interview for a big company, and when it goes wrong, Sam helps them recover.

Paring: Sam Wilson x GN!reader.

Character male!receptionist. CEO!Nick Fowler mentioned.

Warnings: swearing, mention of food and bad interviews. Fluff.

Y/F/M - Your Favourite Movie

Y/N/N - Your Nickname

(gif not mine):

“Y/N, please stop stressing. You’ll be great,” Sam said gently as you paced nervously around your shared bedroom, muttering to yourself, going over your CV as if it were a script you needed to learn for a play.

“Sammy. I really want this job. If I don’t do well, I’ll cry for a decade,” you said. “Do a mock interview with me!” You begged.

“No. You’ve seen how they end up on tv shows!” Sam protested.

“URgH,” you growled, slumming on your bed.

Shoulders heavy.

“You’re gonna knock ‘em dead, Y/N/N. Just be that amazing self I fell in love with,” Sam said gently grabbing your arms, stroking your cheekbones lovingly.

“I’ll try,” you huffed.

“Movies and junk food when you’re home, deal?” Sam said, kissing your cheek.

“Deal,” you said.

You went with a brave face.

“Name?” The receptionist asked.

“Huh…Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here to see Mr Fowler,” you said nervously. “12:30.” You added.

“Sure. He’s running a little late, so make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to tea, coffee water…” he said, pointing, not really removing his eyes from the paper.

You sat anxiously, leg bouncing as you waited. You then got seen.

The interview went on, and it was awful. You stumbled upon your words, didn’t understand one question, answered for something else, forgot about a few things from your CV and gave the same answer twice.

“Hey, Y/N/N. How-“ Sam asked, he was rudely interrupted by the loud bang of the door slamming.

“Everything’s shit I’m cringey I hate being cringey and everything’s shit,” you growled entering the living room.

“Good job pizza’s on the way,” Sam said, looking sadly at you. “Also got Y/F/M lined up.” He added.

“URgH. I hate everything,” you growled throwing your shoes off and coat off. “Though…my would have been boss kinda looked like Bucky, so it would have been awkward,” you said, it suddenly dawning on you who Nick Fowler looked like.

“I’m sure you did great….shall we start? Pizza’s coming in ten,” Sam said gently.

“Yes,” you said, cuddling into your Captain.

Sam put his arm around you and clicked play. And ten minutes time, your pizza arrived. Sam knows you so well, he knew what type of pizza you’d like.

The rest of the day was spent eating pizza, watching your favourite movie with your favourite person next to you. Your awful interview forgotten.