You Belong Here

Request: Hiii, I love your stories! I dont know if you do things like this but I was wo dering if you could do one about a nonbinary reader. Like, TFW dont know they're nonbinary and reader gets fed up with being misgendered and let's them know and then gets scared they wont like them. You by no means have to!

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"Hey, you seen [Y/N] today? I wanted to see if she'd come help with the supply run", Sam asked as he walked into the Bunker's library. He'd found Cas sitting at the table with a pile of books in front of him, and he looked up at Sam with a puzzled expression.

"Yes", he nodded once, then looked back to his book, leaving Sam standing there.

"Uh, wanna let me know where you've seen her?" He asked, crossing his arms. He was met by a sigh behind the pile of books.

"I'm here, Sam", [Y/N]'s head popped out from behind the pile. "I'm just helping Cas out with this archiving, I can come help in about twenty minutes?"

"Sure, meet out in the garage?" He asked, and [Y/N] gave him a nod and small smile before he left. They looked back down to the book they'd been reading, leaned their head on their hand and sighed again, lazily flicking to the next page.

"Are you alright?" Cas asked, looking up from his book.

"Yeah, I'm fine".

"You seem a bit... annoyed. Do you not want to go on the supply run?"

"No, it's not that", [Y/N] paused for a moment, thinking about whether or not to tell Cas why they had been a bit down since moving into the bunker not that long ago, but then decided they didn't feel up for the conversation, or the potential reaction. "I'm just tired".

He tilted his head at them for a moment before reaching his fingers to [Y/N]'s forehead.

"I said I was fine, Cas".

"You shouldn't be tired, it's only 11am", he closed his eyes in concentration before pulling his fingers back. "You don't have any ailments. Are you depressed?"

"What? No!" [Y/N] shook their head and closed the book they were looking at, before standing up from the table. "Look, can you just help Sam with the supply run? I just want to be alone for awhile". Cas looked concerned, and like he was about to say something else, but [Y/N] cut him off first. "Don't go saying anything to Sam or Dean, I don't need them worrying when there's literally nothing to worry about. I just want a nap, that's it, okay?"

"Alright", Cas didn't look convinced, "but if something is wrong, you should tell one of us, so we can help".

"Thanks Cas, but I don't need help from any of you, I just need a nap". [Y/N] started to walk out of the room, but stopped just as they were about to pass by him, and took a deep breath. They felt a bit guilty for being short with him when he hadn't done anything wrong. "I do appreciate you wanting to help". [Y/N] squeezed his shoulder gently and Cas nodded, the concern still evident on his face, but looked back to his book as they left the room.

***

[Y/N] did actually decide to go for a nap. Partially because they were a little bit tired, but mostly because they hated lying to Cas, and they knew that if Cas asked them how their nap was, and they hadn't actually taken one, he'd see straight through the lie. They'd woken up a few hours later and had just spent a few minutes lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. They'd had the conversation many times in their head since they'd met Sam, Dean, and Cas. [Y/N] had never told them their pronouns. The conversation always went south in their mind. They'd told other hunters before and it never once went well. In the hunting world, you either had to be a strong, tough man, or a strong, tough woman. Anyone who didn't fit into one of those two clearly defined roles was ridiculed and never taken seriously by the other hunters, who weren't known to be overly accepting or understanding at the best of times. [Y/N] thought back to when they'd met Garth, not someone who you'd typically think of as strong or tough, and he didn't make it as hunter in the end. [Y/N] knew it was because he didn't fit into the set roles. He ended up being a werewolf dentist. What would [Y/N] end up as if they weren't a hunter? They couldn't think of anything else they wanted to do.

They were pulled from their thoughts by a knock on the door, followed by it opening to reveal Dean's hand on the handle. "Hey, you decent?" He asked before looking.

"Yeah, you can come in", [Y/N] said as they pushed themself up to lean on their elbows. "What's up?"

"Sam said you ditched him earlier, and Cas said you were being weird", he said as he walked into the room. "You good?" He crossed his arms and looked down at them. They sighed and pushed up more to sit up properly, lessening the height gap between the two.

"Yes, I was just tired. I told Cas not to mention anything. I wasn't being weird".

"Are you awake enough for a movie marathon? We're each gonna choose a movie, and Sam picked up your favourite snacks on his supply run". He smiled at them and they couldn't help but smile back.

"Sure, sounds good".

"Great", he grinned and clapped his hands. "Come to the Dean Cave in about twenty minutes". He turned on his heels and left the room, a bounce in his step. Dean always got excited about movie nights. It was a nice break from the hunting. [Y/N] got off the bed and headed over to their closet, looking through it for something comfortable to wear. They settled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, but the cool air of the bunker made them decide that a flannel might be a good idea too. They picked one out, similar enough to what Sam and Dean wore, and threw it on over the t-shirt, leaving it unbuttoned to allow for comfortable lounging.

They dragged their feet down the corridor twenty minutes later, still not in the best of moods, but looking forward to hanging out with the boys without having to talk much. Sam's voice was echoing in their mind from the morning though. "I wanted to see if she'd come help", and "wanna let me know where you've seen her". He hadn't meant to hurt [Y/N] at all, and they knew that, but they couldn't help but feel hurt and like Sam and the others didn't really know them, like they were keeping secrets. Cas and Dean were already in the room when [Y/N] walked through the door, and while Dean smiled at them, Cas had that same concern on his face from earlier. They were about to sit down when Cas spoke up. "That's usually where Sam sits".

"Oh, sorry", they said, walking over to another chair. "Didn't realise we had assigned seating", they muttered under their breath. They saw Dean slap Cas on the arm while shaking his head out of the corner of their eye.

"She can sit wherever she wants Cas", he chuckled. "Sammy won't mind".

"Sammy won't mind what?" Sam asked as he walked into the room, a tray of snacks in his hands. He bent down to put it onto the table before sitting down in his chair, kicking his feet up onto a footrest to get comfortable.

"Nothing", [Y/N] said but Dean cut across them.

"She was about to sit in your seat, but Cas wouldn't let her", he chuckled and Sam laughed, his dimples showing.

"Cas, you don't have to protect my chair from [Y/N], this is her home too, she can sit wherever she wants".

"They", [Y/N] corrected them before clapping their hand over their mouth and widening their eyes, surprised by their own reaction.

"Hmm?" Dean asked, not really paying attention as he was looking through the snacks.

"Sorry [Y/N], I didn't catch that over Dean crinkling all the packets of chips", Sam said, sparing a moment to glare at Dean before looking back at [Y/N].

"[Y/N] said 'they'", Cas said. "I'm not sure what it means in this context".

"Dean, can you stop making noise for five minutes so I can hear her talk?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows at Dean who was still in the process of opening up all of the snacks and looking through everything. Dean gave him a look but sat back on the couch, turning to look at [Y/N].

"Floor's all yours, Sweetheart", he said and they cringed at the nickname.

"I'm not 'Sweetheart', Dean. I'm not she, I'm not her, I use they/them pronouns, okay?"

Dean looked to Sam in confusion, not knowing what to say, but Sam just sat there in silence too. When no one spoke, [Y/N] could feel their cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and their lower lip trembled as they pushed up out of the chair and ran out through the door, straight down the corridor to their room, and closed the door behind them. They immediately pulled out their hunting bag and began to haphazardly throw all of their belongings into it. That was it, they messed up, and now the boys were going to kick them out. They were going to lose the only home they'd known in years, the only family they had left, all because they'd snapped. They could barely see through their tears as they zipped up the bag, slung it over their shoulder and headed to the door. When they opened the door they were met with Dean, and Sam and Cas right behind him.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked with his eyebrow raised.

"I need to go", they wiped the tears from their eyes.

"Go where?" Dean asked, his arms now folded, his frame blocking the doorway.

"Dean", [Y/N] sniffed, "I need to go before you kick me out. I can't take that right now, okay? So please, just let me go".

"No one's kicking you out, [Y/N]", Sam said from behind Dean. "We just want to talk. You're clearly upset, just talk to us, explain how we can make it better".

"What?" [Y/N] asked as they wiped another tear away.

"You said you use they/them pronouns. We just didn't know. Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Sam asked.

"You're hunters. From experience, it's not a good idea to share that kind of thing with hunters. It can be dangerous".

"Has someone hurt you?" Dean's jaw clenched as he stepped into the room.

"Not recently", [Y/N] said quietly. "You're really not going to kick me out? I don't belong here".

"Just because you don't belong in a certain category doesn't mean you don't belong here with us", Sam said, following Dean into the room and placing his hand on [Y/N]'s shoulder. "You belong here", he squeezed comfortingly. "Is this why you've been seeming... down since moving in? Have we been making you uncomfortable?" They were avoiding his eyes, but his voice sounded genuine.

They shrugged, and then felt a hand on their arm. Looking down, they could see Dean's hand tugging them towards the bed. "Sit with us, talk to us, tell us who you are". He said, his voice sounding almost pleading. "We don't want you to leave". They looked him in the eyes and could have sworn there was a tear there. He looked genuinely upset at the thought of them leaving, which wasn't something they were used to seeing. They finally looked up at Sam, then Cas, and could see the same concern in their eyes too.

"You know who I am, Dean. I'm still me, I haven't changed. I'm just nonbinary. I don't like being called feminine words, and I don't necessarily like being called masculine ones either. I don't know, it's like I'm neither and both at the same time as being something else entirely. Sometimes I think I'm broken", they confessed, more tears coming out. Sam gently reached for the bag on their shoulder and slid it off, letting it fall to the ground. He then led them to sit down beside Dean, who put his arm around their shoulder and lightly squeezed. Sam kneeled down in front of them and looked up, a serious expression on his face.

"You are not broken. You're [Y/N], and we like [Y/N]. I want you to believe that, because it's true, okay?"

"Okay", they said quietly.

"You may not know this, but this is not my first time on earth", Cas said, walking over to stand in front of them. "I have seen many other societies of humans. You would be surprised by just how many of them had three, or four, or no limit to the number of gender roles one could identify as. I remember one that had no concept of gender at all".

"Yeah, and it's not just in the past either, there are societies that are alive and well today that don't have a binary system", Sam smiled up at them. "I was just reading about it the other day".

"It's a relatively recent concept, only having two genders. You're not broken, you're just living in the modern western society", Cas added.

"Yeah, and if you think about it, being a man or a woman doesn't even mean the same thing in this society as it did fifty years ago. It's a constantly changing thing". They looked to Dean as he spoke. "I'd know, I've time travelled", he winked at them and they chuckled a little, the panic they had earlier now dissipating.

"So, you prefer they/them, right?" Sam asked, and [Y/N] nodded. "Cool, that's what we'll use then".

"You don't think I should give up hunting? I mean, I don't really think I fit the role now that you know. Like how Garth didn't really fit the role".

"Garth?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Garth only gave up hunting when he became a werewolf and fell in love and had kids. Even still he does a bit from time to time when he comes across something. Sure, he wasn't the stereotype you think of when you think of hunters, but he still was one. We worked with him plenty of times, never had any issues other than the fact that he could be a bit clumsy".

"And there was that time he tried to be the new Bobby", Dean shuddered slightly at the memory. "He livened up the place though, it would be boring if everyone was the same and grumpy all the time".

"Yeah, can you imagine a room full of Deans? The fuel of nightmares", Sam grinned as [Y/N] smiled at him.

"You feel up to our movie marathon?" Dean asked, squeezing their shoulder, and [Y/N] took a deep breath.

"Only if I can have Sam's chair", they smiled at them all and they all laughed, looking relieved that they'd managed to convince them to stay.

"It's all yours", Sam grinned, pushing himself up to stand and holding out his hand. [Y/N] took it and he pulled them up. Sam and Cas left the room, and [Y/N] started to follow them when Dean stood up to walk beside them, nudging their shoulder gently.

"Hey, kiddo", he said, and they looked to him. "No one's gonna hurt you again, not while the three of us are around. If someone so much as looks at you the wrong way, we've got your back".

"Thanks, Dean", they smiled at him. As they walked back to resume their movie marathon, [Y/N] felt a weight lift off their shoulders. For the first time, they felt like they fit somewhere, or like they didn't have to fit, like they belonged somewhere, were wanted somewhere, and they knew they were safe and loved. They only hoped that one day, it would be that easy no matter where they went or who they met, but this was a good start. They smiled.

The end

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Agent

Steve Rogers x reader

Angst -> smut -> fluff

Warnings - fighting, guns, Breif mention of R being ex hydra, panic attack, Steve being cold to reader, reader getting into shit, PinV sex, fingering that’s it I think? Written in my notes app

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Since you had moved into the tower Steve had seemed pissed off with you. Cold hard stares, conversations only when nessesary, half the time he wouldnt even take you opinion on the movie for movie night. Just generally keeping you at arms length.

You tried your best still, working hard to earn his trust and respect but nothing seemed to matter. You made friends with the others, including Bucky, you cooked with Wanda, watched movies with Bucky, trained with Nat, you even cooped up with Clint in the vents sometimes with Thors poptarts but steve was a whole different ballpark.

Natasha was down after a solo mission went awry, leaving her out of training for a few days, that was when you got the text

"Training room in an hour. - SR"

You thought you were going to be training with Clint, Tony or even Parker, you didnt think Steve would volunteer himself to train with you, especially given the last mission.

Flashback

You knew the mission was going to go either way, Steve wanted it to be a stealthy in and out but bucky was hell bent on the fact that you would get caught in a fire fight and given he knew the hydra base you were all dropping into you were inclinded to trust his judgement, and that caused even more friction between you and steve.

It was the middle of the well predicted fight that steve seemed to really get pissed off. You were on the otherside of the base, backed into a corner and not responding to comms, to focused on keeping yourself alive. Steve was yelling down your earpeice trying to get a response, bucky silently making his way over to you. You were by no means helpless in battle but an eight vs one put the odds against you.

You were in the middle of trying to climb out of the hole in the roof you had made when steve grabs your hand, you let him pull you up, firing final shots as he does, taking the last few agents down as you are pulled to your feet.

Once your on your feet and check that no other agents are around you you look up at steve, meeting his eye and seeing what you took as pure anger.

"What the hell were you thinking Agent!" He nearly yells at you, the title grating you. Steve made a point never to use your name, allways using Agent instead and it pissed you off.

"Trying to save my ass is what! I didnt intentionally corner myself into a one verses eight now did i!?" You yell back, frustrated, adrenaline lessening now the fight is over, leaving you with the rampant post fight anxiety.

Steve goes to respond when you feel a presence behind you and a hand on your shoulder, bucky, the man seemed to understand you without words. He gets steve to back off, you know hes argued with him over his treatment of you and you know it probably doesnt help your relationship with Steve but at times like these you were thankfull for the backup.

Your hands shake as your brain automatically counts the number of lives you may have taken, you never asked for confimed kills, trying your best to avoid killing when you could. You took enough lives as a hydra assasin.

"Cmon doll, back to the jet, Punk your driving" bucky says quietly, metal arm wrapping around your shoulder to ground you.

Once you were back on the jet you settled in the corner as best you could, knee bouncing, hand scratching at your arm at your eyes fixate on the wall. You cant hear anything, you could barley controll your breathing, on the brink of hyperventilating when a voice started talking to you, a hand on your shoulder that you assumed was bucky.

The voice talked you down through your panic attack, the memorys running through your head of hydra and the lives you took. The voice remained steady, the hand never leaving untill your breathing evened out and your knee stopped bouncing, then it left, unusual for bucky but you had assumed he had to help steve fly the jet.

End of flashback

You get changed and finish your hair so it wont get in the way of training and head down to the training rooms where you see Steve already is, along with Bucky in the corner.

"Hey Bucky! Captain" you greet as they both turn towards the sound of the doors opening and Steve motions you to the mat for sparring.

The first round between you goes well you thought, Steve had won out overall but you had put up a good fight, till he started critiquing you on every little misstep.

"Agent you really need to step it up, in position" He said as he readied himself again for the second round.

The second round goes much the same but you are sharper with your movements, more concentrated, till you here Bucky say somthing off to the side that breaks it for a fraction of a second and you dont see Steves foot coming for your ribs, doging too late and falling back with a gasp.

"Agent I said do better!" He barks at you already standing in position on the otherside of the mat as you stagger onto your feet, winded but overall fine.

"Sorry captain." You say through gritted teeth, aiming to win.

This time as steve expects you to hit high you fein asif your going to sweep your leg out to knock his from under him, as he ducks to block you jump up, wraping your legs around his head, pulling him forwards and over you, landing on his chest. You grapple with him, fighting for a hold on his wrists.

You notice he doesnt seem to be putting up a whole lot of fight but choose to ignore it, grabbing his wrists and pinning his hips down so he cant shift you off of him.

You hear the door close to the side of you and ignore it, focusing on Steve. You look him in the eye and for once you dont recognise the look in them. Your used to a cold hard stare thats masking anything underneath, this is somthing you havent seen.

His pupils are blown, blush covering his face, mouth slightly open as he breaths hard. "Well done Agent" he murmers, face so close to yours now.

The tension crackles in the air, the man you thought hated you, the same man you have had a growing crush on for a while now despite everything, the same man bucky had heard all about your growing feelings for, was now pinned underneath you, and if you had moved an inch you would have been able to feel his growing hard on underneath you.

"Wish you would stop calling me that, Captain" you murmer, keeping eye contact, sure that your expression is doing about the same as his right now.

Thats when he takes you by suprise, pulling his wrists free, grabbing your waist and rolling you under him as you gasp in suprise. "What would you rather, Sugar?" He leans in close to your ear as you blush even worse now, gasping softly.

Steve then moves faster than you can keep track in the haze your in, one second your pinned underneath him, the next your in his arms and being walked out if the gym towards his room.

"You drive me nuts you know? you allways have" he says as he gets to his room, pinning you against the door.

"Thought you hated me" you respond quietly, feeling him fully pressed against you, leaning your head down, shy now.

He places a hand under your chin, forcing your head to tilt up and you to make eye contact with him, "I didn't hate you, I just, I didn't know how to act with my feelings, I wanted to protect you so i kept you at arms length" he murmers, lips centimeters away from yours.

"Dont have to anymore Steve" you say, tilting your head to the side slightly, voice soft, almost begging for him to come closer.

And he does.

He finally connects your lips in a soft kiss, lips moving slowly against yours, one hand grabbing your ass tightly as the others thumb moves slowly against your jaw as your arms wrap across his shoulders.

Eventually you both have to pull away for air, forheads leaning on eachother as you catch your breath, just staring at eachother for a moment.

"You have no idea how long iv wanted that sugar, you okay?" He says, voice husky as he moves you off of the door and towards the bed, as you nod he drops you onto the bed, following after you as you move back upto the headboard.

You pull him down against you, hands tangling into his hair as you pull him in for another kiss, this time full of heat and need, you both let out you own moans as the kiss gets deeper, steve taking the opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth, as his hips softly rut down against you.

Steve eventually pulls away murmering a soft "fuck" as you let out a whimper, his mouth trails down your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys as he went, still rutting his length down against you as his hands started to explore over your shirt. Eventually he reached the hem and tentatively reached underneath, when you didnt he reached further, pulling your shirt up, eventually up and over your head, quickly reaching behind your back and undoing your bra.

His mouth moved down too your breast, mouth covering one nipple while his hand pinched and twisted the other, making you moan and arch of the bed "Fuck baby please"you whine quietly as he lets out a low laugh.

"I know sugar I know" he says pulling away, quickly yanking his shirt over his head. "Strip for me honey" the words are soft but it sounds like an order.

You quickly pull off your remaining clothes and settle back down against the bed as you watch him strip down, paying particular interest to his leaking length that was now visible to you.

He climbs back onto you and leans into another heated kiss, pushing his way into his mouth, trailing his hand down to where you needed him most, fingers so close to where you needed him.

"Please baby please" you beg softly urging him on as his lips move to your neck, leaving more hickeys as he went. He finally moved he fingers to where you needed him, teasing you before pushing one inside making you let out a whine.

"Good girl, gotta get you ready for me yeah" he says as he pumps his finger in and out of you as your hips jerk up

He continues pumping and then adds a second finger as you pull at his hair, moaning softly as he talks you through it.

"Such a good girl f'me hm? My girl, Was so mean to you but dont worry Im going to make it up to you dont worry honey" He says as he adds a third finger, circling his thumb around your clit as you whine loudly, hands scratching up his back and into his hair, tugging as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.

"Please baby please fuck oh my god" you bable inbetween moans, so close to the edge just needing a little bit more

Thats when Steve curls his fingers just so, hitting that spongey spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision white as steve sucks on your tits once again as you cum on his fingers with a loud moan.

"Good girl, thats my good girl, my good little slut for me hm?" Steve says into the crook of your neck as he slows down, letting you ride it out, pulling out slowly, repositioning himself inbetween your legs do his length was nearly poking at your enterance.

"Please stevie, need you, need you baby" you start to whine when steve sheaths himself inside you fully before you can finish your begging leaving you breathless.

Steve gives you time to adjust to him inside you before starting to move, letting out a low groan and burying his head into your neck, biting down as you pull on his hair. He knows hes not going to last with the way you feel around him and you know you arent going to either.

"Fuck baby you feel so good, im not going to last long, such a good girl sugar, so tight" steve rambled on, talking you through it as he picked up his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you bringing you closer to the edge.

As he nipped at your neck he reached down to your clit and rubbed small figure eights against it "you going to cum for me baby? Yeah you going to cum for me huh? Cmon baby cum for me wana feel you" he encouraged applying just a little more pressure as you tightened around him, cumming around him with a cry, leaving scratch marks up his back as you feel him cum inside you with a low groan as you come down, hot ropes of his cum hitting your insides.

You both lay there for a while in the quiet, both still breathing heavy as you recover before steve moves to pull out causing you to whine.

"Cmere you" he says with a small chuckle as he pulls out and rolls over, laying on the bed and pulling you ontop of him, reaching for the duvet to cover you both.

"I am sorry for being cruel to you sugar" steve says into the quiet

"You werent cruel, cold sure but not cruel but its okay, what would be cruel is not letting me sleep" you mumble into his neck, biting him a little.

He laughs a little "okay okay, you can sleep" he finishes as he pulls you closer, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of you lull him into sleep.

Natasha was down after a solo mission went awry, leaving her out of training for a few days, that was when you got the text

"Training room in an hour. - SR"

You thought you were going to be training with Clint, Tony or even Parker, you didnt think Steve would volunteer himself to train with you, especially given the last mission.

Flashback?