Girls Like You

Girls like you

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Requested - Scarlett Johansson x wife!reader with a prompt number 80. One is suspiciously well behaved because they scratched their spouse's car or broke something ~ 80 - “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” ( @pentagoniablue )

You and Scarlett had been together for four years now, married for two of them and living together for three. Being with Scarlett had its difficulties, for starters you still weren’t used to the attention that was constantly put on your relationship with the media and paparazzi. It was hard when she was away filming and you couldn’t be with her but you valued the time you were together just that much more because of that. People accused you of being with her because she was rich and successful but you were actually with her because you loved her, the moment you met her she made you feel something that nobody had made you feel. Then you couldn’t put it into words but after this much time you knew you were in love with her.

Scarlett was finally home for a while, finally finishing up with filming the new Avengers film that was coming out. She’d been back for a few days so far and you hadn’t realised how much you missed her until she was back. Currently, the pair of you were cuddled together in bed watching crappy day-time TV and catching up with each other, kisses were shared between the two of you as you enjoyed the company you both had missed dearly whilst she had been away. You were always invited out to wherever she was filming but more often than not you had your own things to do back at home so couldn’t make it.

“God, I missed you so much Y/N.” She told you before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away from her, grinning too widely.

“I know, trust me, I missed you too.” You replied with a small pout playing on your lips causing her to laugh.

“Do you have to go out today? Can’t you just stay here with me?”Scarlett asked you, giving you her own pout and puppy dog eyes. You nearly gave in and cancelled your plans but unfortunately, as much as you wanted to stay in bed with her all day, you had to go to a fitting for an event that was coming up soon.

“Sorry baby. I won’t be gone long, two hours tops!”You grinned as she flopped down onto the bed, pout not giving up. You leaned down and kissed her with some force, her kissing you back and matching your pace. Eventually, you broke away for air, grinning at her slightly swollen lips. You pecked her lips once more before rolling out of bed and heading towards the shower.

It didn’t take you long to get ready, Scarlett stayed in bed pouting at you causing you to grin and laugh, drawing a similar response from her. You couldn’t wait to get back home and in bed with her and you hadn’t even left the house yet, hopefully you wouldn’t be out long.

“I’ll see you in a little bit.” You grinned at her, pulling away from her after another kiss. She glared playfully at you as you left the room, shouting a quick farewell at your retreating figure. You went out and saw her car was parked in front of yours, so you quickly ran back into the house and grabbed her keys, it would be quicker to take her car instead of moving it and getting into yours. What’s the worse that could happen?

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The worse that could happened is that you could dent her car. It was a tiny, little dent, ok maybe it was noticeable but still you didn’t know what to do. Telling her was probably the most sensible option but instead you decided to stop at a bakery and pick up a treat for her and some flowers too. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too mad at you.

You got out of the car once you were home and looked at the damage again and from this angle it did look pretty bad, who knew lamp posts could be so hard? You pulled the bag of treats and flowers from the car and went into the house to see Scarlett in the kitchen. She grinned once she saw you, her eyebrows lifting once she saw what was in your hands.

“Hey baby.” You greeted with a smile as you made you way over to her, giving her a kiss before pulling away and handing her the bag and flowers. She questioned you slightly, but you just grinned and began to load the dishwasher, the job she was doing when you had entered the house. Throughout the day and into the night, you were the best wife. Doing chores and whatever else needed doing, dotting on Scarlett, making sure she was happy. You even made dinner that night.

“You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” She asked you over dinner, a smile on her face as she did. Clearly she was enjoying your behaviour, why wouldn’t she? You’d done all the chores you were procrastinating and then some.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I thought I’d just help around the house.” You told her, looking at her as innocently as you could. She raised an eyebrow and stared at you; you broke within moments. “OK, so I may have accidentally dented your car. It’s not that big of a deal though, you can barely notice it!” Scarlett looked at you for a moment before laughter came out of her, that was the last thing you were expecting.

“I know, I saw it earlier but since you were doing such a good job helping I thought I’d let you carry on. By the way, your fixing my car.”

You both went to bed that night, cuddled together, feeling light and laughing quietly amongst yourselves. You missed Scarlett and would savour every moment you got with her, even if it meant you had to fix a car.

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Heart to Heart

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Requested - Dean Winchester x reader with the prompts 19 - “The truth is being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me” and 23 - “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 

Y/N had been hunting with the Winchester’s for a long time, you’d met them whilst you were hunting a nest of vampires and ended up making quite a team. Once they had found out what the vampires had done to your family they opened their home up to you, you had happily accepted the invitation and since then had grown close to them. Whilst you liked both men you had been drawn to Dean more, you went to him when you were scared, when you couldn’t sleep due to nightmares from your past. You shared the bed with him more times than not when the three, sometimes four depending on if Castiel joined, travelled. You knew you were falling for the taller man but also knew nothing could come from it, this life wasn’t for people who thought they could have a slice of happiness, getting to close to someone got you and them hurt but still you couldn’t help soaking up all the hugs, the touches, the lingering glances between Dean and you.

Even with the apocalypse world situation nothing had changed between you and Dean, you were still friends, the best of friends, and nothing more. You joked and flirted, everyone could tell there was something there but you knew Dean was just joking, no matter how much Sam tried to convince you otherwise.

The bunker was currently fuller than usual, Rowena here helping with opening the gate to the apocalypse world, Gabriel recovering and helping were he could, Castiel, Sam and Dean were getting ready to go to the other side. You, however, sat staring at Dean with an angry glare. He had banned you from going, said it was too dangerous which was true but what wasn’t dangerous in this life? You knew when you joined the boys your life would be dangerous, that every action would have a consequence but you wanted to help! You were going to the apocalypse world with or without Dean’s permission, just let him try and stop you.

“Listen, I’m not apologising for protecting you-“ Dean began but was quickly cut off by you protesting, “I don’t need protection Dean Winchester, I’m a big girl and I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself!” Kneeling in front of you Dean sighed before continuing, “I know you can but you haven’t dealt with a threat this big before, Hell, we don’t even know what we’re walking into. You- I won’t let you go in there. I need you too damn much.” You looked at him for a long moment. As much as you wanted the words to mean something, and in any other situation they would, you couldn’t listen to them at the moment. You needed to go with them, help them!

“I’m going with you whether you like it or not.” Your voice was firm as you stood from your chair, pushing past him. He barely stayed balanced in his squatting position before he stood up and went to follow you, only to be stopped by Sam who put his hand on Dean's shoulder and shook his head slightly.

“She’s right, the clock may run out on us.” You heard as you tuned back into the conversation. You knew Castiel and Rowena were right, you hadn’t been to the other world but from what you’d been told it was big and the chance of finding Mary and Jack was, well it was slim.

Looking up you saw Gabriel enter the room, holding a vial of his grace. As Rowena held it up you frowned a confused expression making its way onto yours, and everyone else’s face. With an uneasy look towards Castiel, Rowena used the small amount of grace to finish the spell. As the angels grabbed their blades and Sam and Dean grabbed their bags, you leant against the door frame, your own bag hidden in your room a few doors down.

“I need you to trust me.” Dean said as he came over to you, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, it took all your strength not to lean into his touch. “I’m not benching you to be an ass, I’m trying to protect you. Hell, I don’t even want Sammy in there. I can’t have both of you in there, I’m sorry Y/N. I really am.”

“You don’t need to be worried about protecting me in there Dean! Sure I haven’t fought archangels like you have but I’ve fought enough creatures to the point where you should know I can handle my own shit. Stop looking at me like a child who told you they want to be an astronaut, I can actually do this.” You were angry, you had been with the Winchester’s for a few years now. Had been through thick and thin with them and still when the biggest fight was here Dean didn’t trust you. You turned and walked out of the room, the older Winchester following you right out.

“I trust you, Y/N, you know I do!” Dean said causing you to scoff, he paused to glare at you before continuing. “Is it that hard to believe I care about you too much?”

“Whatever. Just go, I don’t even care. I’ll just follow your orders and stay here!” He went to respond, looking just as frustrated as you felt, but was cut off by Sam shouting him into the room.

“Y/N, before I go, in case something happens you have to know,” here he paused for a few long moments, “I - I do trust you.” It could have been the many emotions you were feeling but you swore you saw regret in his eyes, like he was telling the truth but not the whole truth. You shrugged it off, rolling your eyes at his retreating figure before following him into the room again.

You all watched as Rowena completed the spell, the portal appeared before collapsing, all you heads titling with it. The group in front of you began arguing about Gabriel’s grace before Castiel started explaining how they needed archangel grace.

“We need Lucifer.” His voice was firm, there was no arguing with the statement, though that didn’t stop them. Your eyes darted towards Sam and then Rowena, feeling sympathy for them both but knowing Castiel was right. Gabriel wasn’t healed and the gate needed to be opened as soon as possible.

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Sam, Dean and Castiel excused themselves to go and discuss things in the kitchen. You left for your bedroom not completely understanding what needed discussing, as much as Sam had reason to despise Lucifer he was the only way that the door to the apocalypse world could be opened.

For the amount of time you had spent with Sam and Dean, you hadn’t had the chance to meet Lucifer. They kept you as far away from him as humanly possible. They had told you what he had done to Cas, to Sam but you weren’t scared of him, well not as much as you probably should’ve been. It sort of made sense, Lucifer wanting to destroy the world his Father made after being put in the cage. That didn’t mean you agreed with what Lucifer had done, just that you could sort of see his side.

The apocalypse world was going to be dangerous, you knew that much. Dean was worried about going in there and that should have been enough to scare you but you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. You’d lost one family and you refused to sit around and do nothing while this family was in danger.

There was a knock on your door and you looked up to see Castiel leaning against the frame. “Dean wanted to come but I didn’t think you’d want to see him right now.” He said causing you to smile. “Rowena and Gabriel have gone to collect Lucifer. I’d expect them back shortly.”

You nodded at Castiel and told him you’d be out soon before closing the door and double checking your bag. You had guns, extra bullets, a knife, flashlights and your angel blade which you stole from Dean a year or so ago. You planned to go through to the apocalypse world after Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Cas had had time to move. Rowena wouldn’t let you go without a fight but if Lucifer was there then maybe she wouldn’t be as focused on you.

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By the time you walked back into the library, Rowena was grinding the ingredients for the spell again and a man you’d never met before was knelt on the ground. Lucifer, that was Lucifer. He had just started the regain consciousness when you quietly walked in.

“Oh hey Sam,” he smirked before taking in the rest of the room, “oh look at that, all the people I love to torture in the same room.” Then his eyes locked with yours and you raised an eyebrow. “Expect you, whose she? New pet?” He was cut off as Rowena placed the bowl of ingredients under him and he put the pieces together. Your eyes widened as Castiel stepped forward and slit the archangels throat, grace pooling from the wound.

Sam told Lucifer of his plan before Rowena performed the spell again, this time the door was bright and wide and Sam’s plan of draining Lucifer seemed like it would actually work, seemed like something would finally go right for them.

“...Then, when we get back, then we’ll kill you.” Sam said, pointing his figure at the archangel. The unbothered, almost bored, “cool” Lucifer let out made you snort quietly; never piss off a Winchester.

Whilst Sam checked in with Rowena, Dean made his way over to you. “Listen I know you’re still made at me but I need you to know this before I go,” He took a deep breath, moments passed before he looked at you again, ““Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you. If I don’t make it back, I just- I need you to know that, ok?”

Before you could reply Gabriel was asking the group if they were ready and before you knew it each of them passed through the doorway, Dean throwing you one last look over his shoulder. Well now you absolutely needed to go to the apocalypse world, not only to help Jack and Mary but if something happened to Dean, not that you didn’t doubt he’d find a way back from the dead, he wouldn’t know you felt the same about him.

Sometimes you really hated the hunter’s life.

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You sat watching Lucifer stare down at the bowl filled with his grace. He looked slightly defeated before turning his attention to Rowena, beginning to pick at her. You raised your eyebrow as you listened to him, “sort of old-fashioned rightness to it, if you think about it. The men going off to face the trials and glories of war. Woman staying home in the kitchen, where she belongs.” You felt your own fists clench and you had to close your eyes to resist the urge to get up and punch the archangel. As you watched him smile innocently at Rowena you had to give credit to her, she knew how to handle the Devil.

Once he saw he wasn’t getting a reaction out of Rowena he turned to you, smirking when he saw he was already getting a reaction out of you. Rowena placed a hand on your knee, just out of sight of Lucifer, and you took a deep breath knowing you couldn’t let him get to you.

“What about you then? Never tortured you before. Dean Winchester seems fond of you, is that how your relationship works? Dean goes off doing the real work, the man's work and you, what, you stay here like a good little girlfriend? Ready to stitch up his wounds and fetch him drinks all day? Is that it?” You felt Rowena’s grip on you tighten as your jaw clenched painfully. “Oh no that’s not it. You wanted to go, didn’t you? But Dean doesn’t think you’re strong enough, does he?” You focused your attention back on the book in front of you, trying your best not to show Lucifer he was getting to you. He kept prodding but you wouldn’t budge, Rowena’s grip on you helping hold you down.

Again, the lack of reaction caused Lucifer to pause before he started singing obnoxiously. You and Rowena shared a look of exasperation, both ready to be done with the archangel and if you didn’t need him he’d be dead already. You watched Rowena place her hand on her head and hoped the group in the apocalypse world would be quick for her sake, you couldn’t wait until you went across.

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“I told her I loved her, man. I finally confessed and we get dragged into this world before she could say anything, Hell even a rejection would be better than nothing.” Dean sighed, Sam looked at him in sympathy knowing just how long his older brother had been trying to work up the courage to tell Y/N how he felt. It was moments like this were he wished Dean and him could just live a normal life, let Dean be happy for once.

“Let’s just make it through this and then you’ll see her. Trust me, she’s just as crazy about you as you are about her.” Dean didn’t look convinced but shrugged his shoulders; trying to focus on this world and not on his world.

The subject changed onto Dean’s worry about Sam, how he seemed different in this world but that quickly got interrupted by a woman’s scream. Gabriel tried to dissuade them from intervening but saving people was their job.

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Lucifer’s singing carried on before he changed the topic on his last encounter with Rowena. You could see he was getting to her and took this as your chance. Quietly you slipped out of the room, a strong sense of guilt and sympathy for the witch but you knew you had to leave. You grabbed your bag and headed back to the doorway to the apocalypses, pausing before entering the room as you heard Rowena snap. You heard her tell Lucifer that Jack was on the other side, a bad feeling settling in your stomach as you snuck passed and into the doorway.

“Ow!” You cried as you fell face first through the crack. You looked around and felt a chill run up your back, this world was worse than what Sam and Dean had said. You pulled the angel blade from your bag, stuffing it tightly in your boot before pulling the gun out. You looked around, trying to figure out which way to go before you shot around, gun pointed up as you heard something behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You raised an eyebrow as Lucifer questioned you.

“I could ask you the same thing!” You bit back, lowering your gun and pulling the blade from your boot, “you’re meant to be keeping that open!” You yell, pointing to the door.

“Yes, well, change of plans. Apparently my son is in this world and I want him back,” he said before pausing, looking you up and down before smirking, “and you’re going to help me.”

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It was official, you hated Lucifer.

He’d managed to track down which way the Winchester’s and Angels had gone before grabbing your arm and pulling you along. Though he had forced you to take a detour in which he found some of Michael’s angels and drained them off their grace. To think Dean was worried about you coming to this world because of the creatures in it, no, know you had your own personal guard; the bloody Devil himself. The sooner you found him, the better. Not only did you want to be as far away from Lucifer as possible, you also needed to warn them that the gate would close sooner than anticipated thanks to the Devil.

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Lucifer ended up pushing you through a door and into a dark tunnel, thankfully you’d brought your flashlight, using it to try and see where you were. Lucifer and you walked down the cave, cobwebs littering the place as you looked around.

“Keep going.” Lucifer growled like you could possibly go anywhere but forward. On the way you passed multiple beheaded vampires and reached for your regular blade, shoving the gun in your jeans.

“Scared?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “Not even a little, come on.” You replied with an eye roll, turning the corner. You came onto a space with a few different passages, turning to look at Lucifer. As much as you hated the archangel, he was proving useful in knowing where to go.

“This way.” He said before leading you up one of the dark passages. You gripped your blade tighter, feeling uneasy as you looked around. You could definitely hear growling and from the sounds of it you were getting closer.

Lucifer reached out and grabbed your arm causing you to try and pull away, try being the key word considering his grasp was too strong to break. “Keep quiet.” He said before you ended up in another room, a hand shooting to your head. God you hated when angels did that. Opening your eyes you let out a gasp as you saw Sam laying dead on the floor. You looked to Lucifer who paid you no attention before your focus was back on Sam, who sat up and inhaled deeply.

“Hey Sammy.” You watched as Lucifer took joy in bringing Sam back, knowing he had an advantage over him. Lucifer launched into another of his annoying speeches as Sam tried to comprehend the situation as you stood in the shadows, trying to get over the fact that Sam had died, again.

“The rift. Rowena. Y/N.” You watched as Sam realised the implications of Lucifer being here and not back at the bunker.

Lucifer walked over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Relax, this one’s safe. I’ve been guarding her the whole time.” He told Sam with an innocent grin. “Rowena’s ok. I was going to kill her but instead she blasted me here but that’s okay because apparently, apparently, my son is here!”

Sam’s eyes flashed to you as Lucifer continued talking. He picked up his bag, ready to leave before Lucifer showed him the vampires he was keeping at bay. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Lucifer was going to Jack and hopefully by this point Jack would be with Dean, Cas and Gabriel. You just hoped Sam came with you, it really was the only way out of here. You watched as Lucifer went to snap his fingers, ready to let the hoard of vampires in.

“What do you want!?” Sam shouted angrily, face showing his emotions clearly. A relationship with his son, that’s what Lucifer claimed to want. Castiel had informed you all of the power this nephilim would hold and how with that power, Lucifer really was unstoppable.

“You’re going to help me. I don’t think he’ll give me a chance unless I come bearing gifts. That’s where you come in, her too but she’s not as important. Hell I could kill you now and it wouldn’t affect my plans.” He said to you, his grip on you tightening. Your eyes darted to Sam’s, betraying the panic you were feeling.

He turned his attention back to Sam, his grip on you not easing. “Apocalypse world, Michaels armies, you really think you and your family can handle that stuff alone. You need me.” Lucifer told him and as much as you hated to admit it, the more archangels you had on your side the better.

“And what if I say no?” Your whole body went cold as Sam said that. You understood him not wanting to work with Lucifer but right now there wasn’t a choice. He’d never get away from the vampires without the help of the archangel. Sam just had to play along long enough to get back to the group.

“All right, let me just make this really really easy, easy enough for even you to understand Sammy. I’m getting to Jack, one way or another. The only question is, you coming?”

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Lucifer kept an arm on you as he pushed Sam forward, letting the group see him first before his dramatic appearance. You hadn’t known the man very long, a day at most, but you hated him. You saw the confusion on Castiel’s face, the smile that spread across Jack’s face and squeezed your eyes shut. Nothing could go right for them, could it?

Once Lucifer could see Sam held everyone’s attention, he pulled you around with him causing the general gaze to shift from Sam to you two. You could see Dean’s face clearly and regretted ever stepping through that doorway.

“Hello, son.” Lucifer smirked. You turned to glare up at Lucifer as he dragged you over to stand near Cas, Gabriel and Jack. You could see the innocent act coming out again as Jack looked at his father.

“How did you get in here?” Castiel asked, his eyes flickering to you in question. You shook your head.

“Oh, she didn’t let me go, no, no, I managed that all on my own. In fact, she came in before me.” You closed your eyes again, looking down at the floor as Lucifer spoke.

Dean stepped forward once Lucifer began to talk to Jack, not allowing the archangel anywhere near him. Lucifer began talking, something he was good at, getting into people’s minds. You could see Jack's face, angry but curious. Once Jack flashed out, Dean began to shout at Lucifer.

After Lucifer had been restrained with handcuffs, Dean’s pulled you away from him and the group.

“What the hell, Y/N!? What were you thinking? First I tell you don’t come in here and then you what? You team up with Lucifer? God, he could have killed you!” Dean shouted angrily, fingers running through short hair.

“I- I know, ok, I know he could have killed me,” your hand went up to your neck where he held you, “I know. I came in here and he was still restrained. I was here for less than two minutes when he came in! I don’t know what happened. I’m not working with Lucifer, Dean I had to, I couldn’t let you come here. If something happened, God Sam died! I saw him dead, that could have been you too! And you wouldn’t have known that I, that I,” You let out a sob as tears fell down your face, it wasn’t often you cried but after everything that had happened you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face.

“Ok, Ok, c’mere,” Dean said as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m not mad, it’s just I cannot lose you, Y/N/N. God, it bad enough Sam died in here, if I’d lost both of you I couldn’t, I don’t know what I’d do. I didn’t think these would be the circumstances when I confessed but the truth is,” he began, pulling away to wipe at your eyes, making sure you were looking at him before he continued, “being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me.”

“I love you too. I have for so long but in our life, it’s hard to care about someone this much, yet alone love them. But I want that, with you Dean. I really do.” Your tears had started to slow as Dean wiped them before leaning in and kissing you softly. It was sweeter than what you imagined but considering the circumstances, it was exactly what you both needed. It didn’t last long, Dean pulled away and rested his head on your forehead. “I swear when we get back to our world, I’m not letting you go. I’m gonna treat you right.” He wrapped his arm around you before placing a kiss on your head.

There was still a lot to figure about, both with your relationship and the current situation. 31 hours wasn’t a lot of time but if anyone could figure out a way, it was the Winchesters.

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You sat in the bunker, glass in hand as you took in the sight. The bunker was flooded with people from the apocalypse world, Rowena had managed to get everyone back safely, everyone but Gabriel and Lucifer. Your heart ached for Gabriel, all that time on the run, the time spent being tortured by Asmodeus, it would have been nice for him to stay, live his life instead of running. You watched with a fond smile as Sam spoke to Rowena, hopefully the youngest Winchester would let himself have a slice of happiness. Sam moved to stand by Dean and Cas talking quietly before Dean’s gaze moved to you, before he could move to you apocalypse world Bobby took a minute to toast Sam and Dean.

“Hey. There’s a diner not too far away. How’d you guys feel about burgers?” Mary asked the group, Jack, Sam, Cas, Dean and you. After everyone approved you all headed to the garage. It was a tight squeeze in the back but you and Dean rode up front, hands intertwined tightly together. Looking behind you,  you saw Sam looking between you with a grin on his face. Sometimes, in moments like this, you could pretend things were normal, like you hadn’t just been in an entirely different universe. Like you were allowed to be happy. You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and he placed a kiss upon your head before turning his attention back to the road.

Maybe you couldn’t have that white picket fence, apple pie life but looking around the Impala you realised, maybe you don’t need that to be happy and have a family. As long as you were together, you were happy even fighting side by side chopping off vampires heads and killing other worldly angels. Being with Dean, being happy with Dean, scared you. But not being with him...terrifies you.

Give a Little Whistle

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Pairings - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Requested - anon ~ Hi! Can I please get a nat x reader fic where they get together and it’s fluffy. Do whatever you what with that. Can I have the prompts ‘32’ and ‘99.’ Oh and please include Tony in it!!

Prompts - 32 -  “You can literally scale buildings and fly airplanes and shoot things with deadly accuracy but, somehow you can’t whistle?” & 99 - “I did not see that coming”

A/N - i wrote this before black widow came along and proved nat can actually whistle so we’re just ignoring that

Being an Avenger was weird. Some days you were fighting with HYDRA, some days you were fighting aliens and some days you were laying on the sofa with Natasha Romanoff playing Mario Kart. 

You were the newest addition to the team but had known Natasha for a while because you’d worked together for S.H.I.E.L.D. You knew a lot about her, she was still guarded around you but you probably knew more about her than most people did. 

Sometime along the way you’d fallen for her. It was stupid, you had known it was stupid from the moment you began to feel those romantic feelings for her. Natasha Romanoff was not the dating type, she kept to herself and made sure that nothing could be used against her. You felt bad for her when you thought about it for too long, it sounded like a lonely existence.

You weren’t like that. You made friends with everyone you met and still managed to be a bad ass assassin. You wanted Natasha to return your feelings but knew the chances of that were slim to none.

“Seriously! You have got to be kidding me! You’re cheating!” You accused, throwing the controller down as you lost yet another race to her. She was watching you with a smug smirk, her eyes a little softer than they were when she was with anyone else. 

The truth is, she didn’t feel the need to have her guard up around you, well she still kept all the cards close to her chest, but loosened up the most around you. Something about you spoke to her and she hated it, yet she never tried to shut you out. 

“I’m not cheating, Y/N,” she told you with an eye roll, “I’m just better at this than you.” 

“But, you, ugh! Is there anything you can’t do?” You asked, not expecting an answer of course. Natasha was secretive and she let out information carefully, you only knew what you knew about her because she wanted you to know.

“I can’t whistle.” She told you causing your eyes to widen and your head to snap round to face her. 

“What!?” You exclaimed causing her to laugh and roll her eyes again.

“I can’t whistle.” Natasha repeated slowly.

“I’m sorry, you can literally scale buildings and fly airplanes and shoot things with deadly accuracy but, somehow you can’t whistle?” You stared at her like she had grown another head before laughing loudly, if Natasha rolled her eyes any more they’d literally get stuck. 

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.” She groaned, throwing a pillow at your head with that deadly accuracy you’d mentioned, “you know I could kill you right now.”

“Oh I’m sure of it. In fact I’m sure you’ve got 56 different ways you could kill me on your mind at all times.” You told her, laughter still prominent as you did.

“84, but close.” She corrected.

You grinned at her as you sat back down next to her, one of her arms thrown out behind you. You took a chance and cuddled close to her, it wasn’t rare for you to be affectionate with her but still you felt like you were risking a lot every time you did.

Natasha smiled down at you, a hand coming up to run through your hair.

“You know what else I can’t do?” She asked causing your eyes to widen, someone was in a sharing mood today. You hummed at her to let her know she could continue.

“I can’t admit my feelings because I’m scared. I’m not meant to be scared, Y/N.” You lifted your head off of her shoulder and looked at her sadly. 

“You don’t have to be scared around me.” You told her, voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t say anything, just looked at you for the longest time before leaning in slowly. Your eyes widened a small bit but you leaned in and met her lips, letting her take the lead as she kissed you shyly. Never in a million years would you have thought Natasha would feel the same way you did.

“I did not see that coming.” You both pulled away, you grabbing a pillow and throwing it in the direction of the voice. Tony Stark and his perfect time, honestly you didn’t see the man for days, locked down in his lab but the second you and Natasha were finally getting somewhere he showed his face.

“Alright, alright, I’m going. Just came for the coffee, unless I can stay for the show.” Natasha gave him one of her looks that would have normal people wetting their pants but Tony just laughed and shuffled into the kitchen.

“So,” Natasha prompted, drawing your attention back to her. You grinned and leaned in to kiss her again, this time taking the lead and kissing her hungrily. You’d waited so long for this moment. You groaned against her lips before pulling back for air.

“Natasha Romanoff, have you gone soft for little ol’ me?” You laughed when she smacked you over the head, “Seriously though, will you be my girlfriend, Nat?” Her response was to kiss you, mumbling a yes against your lips as she did. 

27 - "I think you might be pregnant.” Sam Winchester noticing reader is tired grumpy and sick often and thinks she is pregnant. She notices it being weird to now I’m saying that and realizes she has not gotten a period in awhile . Now the hard part is Telling her boyfriend Dean Winchester the news.

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Warnings - Sickness/puking, pregnancy(?).

You had become a hunter a few years ago when a group of werewolves had killed your family, that’s when you met Sam and Dean Winchester. Meeting them had been the best thing to happen to you, even under the circumstances in which you had met. You’d gotten your revenge, but it hadn’t made you feel better like you thought it would but the Winchester’s helped you out. They offered you shelter in their newly found bunker, and you had become close to both of them. Sam was your best friend; he was the one you went to about things you couldn’t tell Dean, the one you nerded out with. He was like your brother. Dean Winchester was something entirely different. You adored him from the moment you had met him. This life was hard, and Dean had tried to deny his feelings for you whilst trying to make you do the same, it didn’t work out. Eventually, Sam talked some sense into Dean and you two had gotten together. He was terrified something would happen to you but knew you could protect yourself though he had given you a speech about how in this life it was dangerous and there was no time for that perfect picket fence and apple pie life that most people dreamed about. You’d known that from the moment you had gotten involved in hunting though but any moment you spent with Dean was so much better than that life.

Recently you had been skipping cases that popped up, opting to stay at the bunker instead. It’s not that you wanted to but recently you’d been throwing up, with was unusual for you. You started the day of bent over the toilet, Dean holding your hair back and wiping your face for you even though you protested him being there. Throughout the day you felt better but you had been more snappy than usual with the boys as of late, the other day you had snapped at Castiel for something so minor and stupid, it had ended in you crying into Castiel’s shoulder as you chocked out an apology and he awkwardly held you until Dean showed up. You had no idea what was wrong with you, your emotions were usually something you had a grip on, in this life, you had to otherwise you’d be having a breakdown every other day. Whilst you were confused, you had to ignore it as best you could as you sat in the library reading over lore books to help the boys with a new case.

Dean had run out to the store to grab a few things you guys needed in the bunker whilst Sam had gone out for takeout. You were thankful he had as you had a real craving for your favourite food from the place, it was the one thing you had been looking forward to as you and Castiel read book after book. You looked up as the door slammed shut and Sam came in, shortly after he put your food in front of you and immediately your appetite went, your face paled as you stood up. You knew you wouldn’t make it to the toilet so quickly made your way over to the trash can and began to puke, tears ran down your face, a mixture of tiredness, being fed up of puking and disappointment over your usually favourite meal making you sick before you even had a bite. Sam came over and began to rub your back with one hand whilst his other held your hair back, you thought you heard him ask Castiel to grab you a bottle of water but you were so focused on your pity party you weren’t sure.

Once you had finished puking you leaned back against Sam, letting him wrap his arms around you as you cried. Sure enough, a water bottle was being held against your lips and you drank slowly before pushing it away from you, a whine leaving your lips. You vaguely recall seeing Castiel leave the room again as Sam helped you up, most of your weight on him as he helped you to your room. Gently he laid you on yours and Dean’s bed, tucking you in before taking a seat on the bed himself. He had noticed your behaviour over the past few weeks, nearly a month. He noticed the exhaustion you were feeling, made note of your sickness, Dean told him about how you usually felt better after puking in the morning but sometimes complained of stomach pains. He took note of your ever-changing mood, one minute you were snapping at someone and the next you were crying into their shoulder and then went back to your regular self. He had a hunch of what could be causing this but wasn’t sure how to bring it up, the best tactic was probably to ease into it but he hated seeing you like this so just tried to ask as best he could without upsetting you further.

“Y/N, I know you’ve noticed your own behaviour these past few weeks. The lack of sleep, the morning sickness, the cravings, the mood swings, hell even your favourite food is making you sick. Is there any chance you could be,” here he paused, looking at you waiting for understanding to cross your features, instead your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. ‘Great’ Sam thought to himself, ‘the thought had never crossed your mind.’

“Y/N, I think you might be pregnant.” He watched as your face betrayed a range of emotions in such a short space of time, confusion, sadness, happiness, anger, hope all showed before you settled on disbelief. There was no way you could be pregnant, you and Dean were careful, you had to be! This wasn’t the kind of life you could bring a child into. You liked this life and you knew Dean did too, you couldn’t take that away from him but you also knew you couldn’t get rid of this baby if you were even pregnant. You were freaking out over something you didn’t know was certain yet but deep down you knew, it was the only reasonable explanation for your mood, the sickness and tiredness. Thinking about it now you realised you had missed you period. You let out a choked sob, letting Sam wrap his arms around you tightly.

“I can check for you,” Castiel said causing you both to look up. You nodded, still clutching Sam as Cas came over and pressed his hand gently on you before pulling away, a small smile threatening to spread onto his face as he nodded to you. You gasped, more tears flowing down your face as Sam rubbed your back. He let himself smile without you seeing, ‘I’m going to be an uncle!”

“How am I supposed to tell Dean? He’s going to hate me!”You sobbed causing Sam to laugh softly.

“Dean couldn’t hate you if he tried and you know it. Just tell him, he’s gonna be shocked but trust me I’ve seen him with kids and he’s gonna be the best dad and you, you’re going to be a great mom.”He smiled down at you causing you to smile back up at him, tears still ran down your face but came to a stop as you thought of the good things. These hormones were really going to be a bitch these next nine months.

“And you and Cas get to be Uncles!” You grin at them both. Castiel’s eyes widened, he knew he was a part of the family but moments like this really opened his eyes to how much he loved the family he had been accepted into, he wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Dean asked as he entered your room. He had come into the bunker and saw the evidence that you had puked again, takeout cartons full but discarded on the table and immediately sought you out. He didn’t expect to see you laying in bed clutching Sam, tears evident on your cheeks, Castiel smiling to the side. Once he’d made his presence known the room was tense and he couldn’t help but worry, they clearly knew something he didn’t.

“You want Cas and me to leave whilst you tell him?” He heard Sam ask and couldn’t help but frown, ‘what the hell is going on?’ He looked at Cas who smiled but shook his head. You asked Sam and Cas to stay in the room before beckoning Dean over, he complied and sat opposite you on the bed, hand reaching up to wipe stray tears from your face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, and you shook your head, controlling your emotions was bloody hard when you were pregnant, how the hell were you going to cope with nine months of this!

“I need to tell you something, and you’re going to freak out but just listen ok?” You asked him and he nodded his head straight away, his eyes filled with concern. God, you loved him so much. You couldn’t imagine not being with him; the thought of him leaving you now had your eyes filling with tears. Thankfully none spilled, you’d had enough of crying. “You’ve obviously noticed my mood has been a bit all over the place recently and I’ve been really sick and not sleeping well. Sam had an idea of what it could be, and Castiel was able to confirm his idea. Baby, I’m pregnant.”

You watched as Dean’s eyes widened in disbelief, waiting for the argument to come but it never did. Instead, Dean’s face softened and he whispered, “I’m gonna be a dad?” You nodded, a smile forming on your own face. He moved you from Sam’s arms and into his own, kissing you gently before wrapping you into a tight hug himself. Castiel joined you all on the bed and smiled at Sam who grinned back. -

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Obviously, it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. You and Dean needed to sit down and have a very serious and mature conversation about the future. Thankfully the boys weren’t just staying in motels or their car anymore, they had a stable home which you had been invited into on day one. After a bit of baby-proofing, you were convinced to stay there; it was the first place you and them had called home in a long time and you didn’t want to move. You talked about hunting, Dean didn’t want his kid being raised a hunter, which you understood and supported, but he didn’t want to give up being a hunter. You’d made the decision to stop full time, instead, you would help out from the bunker with the research and looking up lore in the books.

Castiel and Sam had gone a bit mental buying things for the baby, going even more overboard once they found out you were having a baby girl. Dean had cried at that news, he was going to have a baby girl! He knew she was going to ruin his life in the best way possible, even more so if she was anything like you. You had gotten a better grip on your emotions but were still a mess on the best of days. You knew your little girl was going to have every man in this house wrapped around her finger, she wasn’t even here yet and her daddy and uncles were spoiling her rotten.

The day you went into labour, let’s just say you’ve never seen two hunters and an angel look so hopeless, scared and horrified. Dean was in the room with you as you gave birth and though he was pale and sweaty, he’d somehow gotten through it. He praised you continuously, telling you how well you were doing, how you were gonna be the best mom. When he held her you saw the moment he fell in love, your baby girl wrapped her fist around his finger and he was gone, tears ran down his face as he held the girl like she was going to break. He kissed you sweetly, thanking any God that would listen for you, thanking you for putting up with him, told you how much he loved you and you did the same. Sam and Castiel entered the room shortly after and went through the same process you and Dean had. Sam looked at the baby like she was the most precious thing in the world, he’d do anything for her. You smiled as he pressed a slow and gentle, barely there, kiss upon her head before passing her off to Castiel. The angel looked down at your daughter and then back at you, telling you the amazing job you’d done. He was in love, if there was any chance of him going back to Heaven it was squashed as he looked down at your baby girl and swore he’d protect her against anything. Finally, the baby was passed back to you and a few tears fell from your eyes as you leaned against Dean and looked around at your small family.

“Y/D/N, you’re gonna be so loved and protected by everyone in this room.” You whispered as you kissed her head. Dean wrapped his arms around both of you and kissed you again.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Exam Day Stress

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A/N - This wasn’t requested but today is result’s day in the UK and I’ve been stressed about it all week. I got into the university I wanted though with better grades than I thought I’d get!! If you got results today I hope you got what you wanted, if not well it’s not the end of the world but I hope this makes you feel a bit better!x

Earlier in the year you had taken your exams, exams that would determine whether or not you got into university. At the time you felt confident but now, days before you were due to get your results, you felt the nervousness kick in.

For most of the summer you had been able to focus on other things, you’d gone camping with your boyfriend, Tom Holland, been to a few festivals with your friends, plenty of day trips with everyone. Making memories was basically your plan for this summer but now Tom was away for a few days, arriving back the day of your results day, and your friends were in the same boat as you when it came to stressing.

Having Tom around, or even texting him, lifted a weight off of your shoulders. He’d watched you put so much pressure on yourself, had helped you with revision cards, quizzing you and helping you memorise things he had no clue on. You really appreciated how amazing he had been, even with his busy schedule around exam season, what with Endgame coming out and everything.

Somehow you made it through exam season without breaking down too much, the stress of your subjects was immense but you were able to organise everything and make it a bit easier to deal with. Tom made sure that you weren’t pushing yourself too far and also made sure you drank and ate when you forgot. You really did love that man.

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The day before results day arrived and you were anxious. Tom had called you earlier today on the phone and you had ended up crying due to the stress, you couldn’t wait for him to be home but knew he wasn’t likely to be back until early hours. Tom felt guilty that he couldn’t be there to help relieve you of some of the stress you were feeling but you assured him that he was helping more than he knew.

That night you settle in and decided that you might as well try to relax, not that you believed you’d be able to. You went to your bathroom and washed your face before pulling out a face mask, after applying it you went back to your room just as the phone started ringing. Smiling to yourself you answered the FaceTime call, your smile growing once Tom’s face appeared on your screen. As you spoke to him you felt yourself calming down slightly, he kept you talking for hours, only stopping for you to pull your face mask off, and ending the call when he had to board the plane.

Midnight came and you couldn’t sleep. You’d refreshed the site that told you your grades and the site that told you if you’d gotten into the university of your choice, knowing that they wouldn’t be updated until 12:00 PM but still feeling disappointed when nothing showed up. You stayed up for a while, aimlessly scrolling through all the results day memes that were on Twitter which only made you feel more on edge but also amused.

Eventually you fell asleep around 4AM, waking up with a groan as your alarm clock sounded. You had definitely not had enough sleep but at the same time you were bubbling with nervous excitement. Checking your phone you saw you had a few texts, some from friends who were as nervous as you, some from your family wishing you luck and then one from Tom. You smiled at your phone as you typed back a reply before dragging yourself out of bed.

You quickly threw on a sweater and a pair of jeans, running a brush through your hair, then you went into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You decided that would do. No way were you putting on makeup just to cry off if things went south, you were only running in and out of college anyway so there was no need for much effort.

Once you were done you sat on your bed and waited for Tom to call you. Once he did you headed outside, grinning as you saw him, before getting into his car. As soon as you were in he was leaning over to kiss you, happily you kissed back. When he pulled back he grinned at you, you automatically returning it.

“Ready baby?” He asked causing you to laugh and shake your head. You were nervous but having Tom here helped. On the way to your college he filled the time with talking about his trip, the interviews and the cast, telling a funny story about Chris Hemsworth that had you laughing loudly.

Before you knew it Tom had pulled up and cut the engine. In moments you would know the fate of all your hard work.

“Whatever happens, you know you did your best. Your gonna get into that uni you want because you’ve worked so hard, I know it!” He told you confidently, leaning over to kiss you again causing you to relax a bit.

You both got out of the car, you immediately grabbing Tom’s hand in a tight grip as you made your way into the hall. It was packed but you managed to find the queue for your name. Tom could see the nerves you were feeling and pulled you into a tight hug as you waited, kissing your head and murmuring sweet reassurances as he did. It helped you feel a bit better as you stepped forward, telling the man your name. He handed your results over and you both moved of to the side.

“This is it.” You said before opening the envelope you had been handed.

“Oh my God!” You mumbled, “Oh my God!” You repeated a few more times, getting louder each time. Tom was grinning just as widely as you were as you pulled him into a tight hug. Pulling away moments after you showed him the piece of paper, his grin only widened as he took in the amazing results you had got.

“Well done darling! I never doubted you for a moment, all your hard work paid off.” He praised before kissing you sweetly. When he pulled away you looked down at the paper in disbelief.

After talking to a few teachers who grabbed you before you could leave, you were finally making your way back to Tom’s car.

“How about a McDonald’s breakfast for now and I’ll take you out tonight to that restaurant you like to celebrate.” You quickly agreed, the grin not leaving either of your faces. You were so proud of yourself, as was Tom. You thanked him repeatedly for putting up with your stress during the exam period and the waiting period causing him to laugh and roll his eyes. God, Tom really was the best.