[sighs all the way to the hospital]

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 5/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s):  Fluff & Angst

A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait

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Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.

“You stopped here?”

“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.

Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.

“This is an abandoned building.”

“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”

Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”

Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”

“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”

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Operation Cobra-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty.
Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh
THIS HAS 4,274 WORDS AND IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE
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I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning.
When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.

That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me.
When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.

Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.

I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time.
I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.

Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.

I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.

“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.

“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.

What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.

Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand.
“Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.

Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.

“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.

“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.

“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.

"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.

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It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.

“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “

“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.

I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.

“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.

“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.

“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “

“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”

“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.

“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.

“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.

“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.

“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”

“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere

Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.

“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door.
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“Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “

“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.

The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.

“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.

“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers.
After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time

I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.

“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.

“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.

“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away

“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “

Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “

My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.

“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “

“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “

“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”

“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.

“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”

“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.

“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away.
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I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.

I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.

“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

“I like it up here.” I defended.

“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.

“No.” I protested.

“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.

“Ok, that’s fair.”

“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.

“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.

“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.

“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.

“Whatever, I’m going home- “

“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.

“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.

“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”

“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.

“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.

Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck.
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“I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.

“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.

“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes.
Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.

“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.

“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.

“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.

“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.

“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.

“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.

“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.

“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.

“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.

“Yep.”

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Hey! Sorry, I know it’s been a while since I posted a one-shot! Believe me when I say I have a lot of stuff in the works… school has just been kicking my ass.

This is for this prompt, requested by @legendarylangst.

So Lance and Keith are neighbors - their bedrooms share a wall - (apartments) anyway, Lance gets sick - like rlly sick - so he stays home and tries to sleep it off, but in his sleep he moans ans groans because even in his sleep he’s in pain. and Keith thinks he’s getting off,, and bangs on the wall ans then when it doesnt stop he goes to the door and pounds on the door until Lance answers while in a blanket

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Lance hated being sick.

Not that he’d ever admit that he was, but he despised it all the same. It wasn’t even the symptoms that bothered him the most, even though those sucked. It was the feeling of not being able to do anything. There was nothing Lance hated more than being useless.

Still, despite his protests, Hunk had decided that Lance couldn’t possibly go into work that day. The guy was usually a big pushover, except when it came to his friends’ health. Then all bets were off.

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A Lesson in Love (Emergency)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,048

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@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing this for me.

Originally posted by charlestonchewbacca

The thought of what it must feel like to be an astronaut has crossed your mind on countless occasions, thanks to the astronomy class you’re currently taking. How does it feel to be that detached from the place you call home? To see the earth floating in the never-ending expanse that is space? To know that there’s a whole world of people residing on that large green and blue planet, but having no way to reach out to them?

Unexpected circumstances have transformed you into the astronaut that you never thought you’d have the chance to be. The news that Bucky is in the hospital, his condition unknown, has acted like a spaceship, catapulting you out of the atmosphere. It’s left you hurdling through space, unable to reach out to anyone, no matter how hard you try. T’Challa and Sam are calling out to you, but you can’t hear them. They’re far away, too far away, waiting on earth while you continue your journey. One without any gravity to keep you from floating away.

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Who’s to Blame? (Part Two)

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the most eligible bachelor in New York, a ladies’ man and a dick even. He’s also your best friend. However, he gets into a freak accident and he ends up losing his left arm. His confidence is shattered, and it’s up to you to show him that he is still the man he was before the accident. (Modern-Day Alternate Universe, Possible Series)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much to @xxladymaximoffxx for proofreading my work! ilysm! 💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,035

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

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Painkiller

Sirius Black x Reader

Part 2

Originally posted by nellaey

„Slow down, please!” Lily’s voice echoed in the corridors as she tried to grabbed your arm. You felt dizzy, although the potion brought a relaxing feeling over your entire body. Lily stopped you in front of the Great Hall and cupped your face. „Look, are you sure you are okay?”

„I feel wonderful.” – you whispered a same tone as her before you pecked her forehead. She laughed at you as you stepped into the hall, heading to the Gryffindor table to your friends.

„Good morning to my favourite boys!” – you shrieked, kissing the boys on their cheeks. Remus smiled but frowned, Peter flushed, Sirius kissed you back, James grinned like a kid.

„Evans, what have you done to her?” Sirius asked with an amused face. Lily played with his hair; her eyes avoiding the boys’ face.

„Well, you know… she had this horrible headache, so I made her a potion… don’t look at me like this, I made it a thousand times before! But I probably added a little bit more bitterroot than I should… BY ACCIDENT, of course!”

„So, technically, you drugged her.” – James said, trying to suppress his laugh as you placed a lots of toasts in your plate before started to build a house from them.

„No, I didn’t!” She protest, and looked at you with a big sigh. „I should take her to the Hospital Wing. She can’t go to the classes like this.”

„Are you really want to deprive us from this? Look at her, she’s so cute, I wanna watch her all day.” You snapped your head up at Sirius words with a long „Ooooooh” and made your way to him. Sitting down next to him, you embraced his neck with one hand and murmured with a mellifluous tone, inches from his face. „YOU are the cute one, you know? So cute.”

„Well, if you insist…” He looked like a five year old kid on Christmas morning and you were his present. Lily jumped up. „Okay, I really take her to Madam Pomfrey.”

„NO!” – you yelled, standing up too. „I have to go to Magical of Care Creature. Magical for… Creature… so, you know. That.”

„Calm down Evans, we’ll take care of her. She’s just all funny, she’ll do no harm.”

Lily sighed again. „Alright, alright… But don’t do anything stupid with her!”

„What are you talking about? We would never do anything stupid.” James smiled, taking Lily’s hand.


Ten minutes later you were sitting on the grass between James and Sirius with a bowtruckle in your left hand, a quill on your right, and a parchment on your lap. As the time passed, you weren’t so exhilarated anymore, but you felt yourself groggy, so sometimes you just leaned to either James’ or Sirius’ shoulder, earning an even bigger sigh from Lily than earlier. „We really should’ve taken her to the Hospital Wing…” – she repeated.

„Lily, I’m fine!” – you assured, showing your drawing to her. „See?”

„That’s… a unicorn. We have to draw… where is your bowtruckel?!” She shrieked, but James lifted up his hand with two creature.

„Right there, my love.”

Lily shook her head with a smile and continued his work before you spoke up.

„James, wanna know a secret?”

„Y/N, for your own good, I suggest you to SHUT. UP.”

„Shhh.” James leaned closer to you, grinning. „Tell me.”

You giggled before you whispered so quietly in his ear, it was a miracle that even he could hear. „I’m in love with Sirius.”

He let out a girly scream, still grinning. „What did she said?” Sirius asked, leaning closer to you and James.

„Sorry Padfoot, I won’t tell my friend’s secret.”

He huffed, looking at you next. „Then you tell me, Y/N.”

You reached out and ruffled up his hair. „I can’t.”

„Keeping secrets from me and touching my hair? You playing a dangerous game, darlin’.”

A small chuckle left your mouth before you rested your head against his shoulder. „I know you secretly love it.”

What was his answer, you haven’t heard, since you fell asleep. But only for a few seconds, until you felt two big hands around your lower back, keeping you steady. „Easy there. Hey. Are you alright?” Sirius asked with a concern in his voice, lifting your chin up so your eyes could met. With a sleepy blink, you just nodded.

„I think she really should go to the Hospital Wing.” This time it was Remus, but now all of them agreed with him.

„No, no I’m okay, we still have classes.”

Sirius lifted you up from the ground and cupped your cheeks. „I’ll go with you to your dorm so you can sleep. Don’t worry about the classes, one day skipping is not the end of the world. Can you do that for me?” He stroked your cheeks with his thumb; his gaze burned into yours.

„Mhm. Okay.”

He told the professor you feeling ill, so he should escort you up to the Hospital Wing. Of course you didn’t go there but your dorm where he helped you to get into bed and threw a blanket over you.

„Need anything else?” – he asked, sitting next to you on the bed, stroking your upper arm.

„Stay with me, please?”

„Encouraging me to skip my classes?” – he said with a cocked eyebrow.

„Like it’s big deal for you.” He laughed. „Please. I want cuddles.” With an innocent smile, you batted your eyelashes at him.

His eyes widened. „You want me to cuddle with you?”

„Pretty please?”

„How could I say no?” – he sighed with a smirk as he crawled next to you, arms wrapped around you from behind with legs interwined. His warm body pressed to yours, his calming scent made you relaxed and sleepy again.

„You’re so comfy.”

„Am I?” – he mumbled; his hot breath tickled your skin as he buried his face into your neck.

„Mhm. So soft. Like a puppy.”

He laughed loudly and kissed your cheek. „Funny mood, aren’t we?”

You turned around, a hand pressed against his chest, an other cupped his cheek. He smiled at you kindly whilst rubbed your back, and you slowly leaned on, placing an open mouthed kiss on his soft lips. His hand stopped from the surprise, but kissed you back almost immediately. After you pulled back, you rested your head on the crook if his neck, with a smile on your face, ready to fell asleep.

„What was that?”

„I think you can recognize a kiss, Pads?”

You could felt his smirk against your forehead as he started to rubbing your back again gently. “S’all right. Sleep now, my silly girl.”


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Stealing Sweaters (Part 8)

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“What do you want, Pansy?” Draco asked bitterly, pulling his cloak around himself more tightly as a bitingly cold wind gust of wind swept of over them on the Hogwarts grounds.

“Nothing wrong with a little fresh air, is there?” Pansy said primly.

Draco’s expression darkened, “You hate fresh air and pointless exercise. If you’re going to lie to me at least try to be a little more clever about it.”

Pansy was quiet for a moment, the only sound was the faint crunch of the thin layer of snow, frozen hard overnight, melting in places under a brilliant late winter sun that seemed to be promising an early spring.

“You’re in a shit mood. I wanted to help,” Pansy said, “and you happen to like long, pointless, moody walks.”

That seemed closer to the truth although Draco could tell Pansy was still hiding something. Blaise was the only one who could lie to his face and get away with it.

“They’re not moody,” Draco retorted, on principle.

Pansy snorted inelegantly, “Whatever you say, sunshine.”

They followed the path along the bank of the lake, to the edge of the forest and back again. Right before they were meant to head back into the castle, Pansy veered off, walking out onto the small dock that, as far as anyone knew, was only used for the first years boats on the very first day of every school year.

“What are you doing?” Draco grumbled but followed her out onto the creaking wood, ducking his head into his scarf as the wind whipped across the black lake.

“It’s our last year,” Pansy said quietly.

Draco rolled his eyes, “Sentimentality doesn’t suit you.”

“I didn’t say I would miss it,” she said sharply before her expression softened, “Just, a lot has happened here. It’s strange to think we won’t be coming back.”

Draco’s nose wrinkled but he kept his mouth shut, not particularly wanting to encourage Pansy one way or another into any sort of conversation that would increase the amount of time it would take to get back to the warm castle.

“I don’t want to have any regrets,” Pansy was saying, turning to him, “You know, Draco?”

He raised an eyebrow, “If you’re done reminiscing like a soppy Hufflepuff?”

She frowned at him, “Oh, just use a warming charm  if you’re cold, you ninny.”

“Or we could just leave,” he said pointedly, none-the-less taking out his wand to replace the waning warming charm he had cast before they left. He turned the tip of his wand to himself, the words of the spell on were on his lips when his feet slid out from under him.

He had one breathless moment of utter terror as he fell backwards where the world seemed to be holding its breath. He hit the water. He hadn’t the time or thought to hold his breath and the bitingly cold water over his head filled his mind with panic. His feet touched the bottom and he pushed to the surface and took a deep gasping breath. The water was only chest deep.

It was so cold it hurt.

Draco’s fear and panic was instantly replaced with pure and utter fury.

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Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

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Originally posted by out-in-the-open


“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”

“Definitely.”

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I’ve Got You

IT’S WHUMP WEEK! Hope you’re all as excited for this as I am. I’m going to try and throw some (k)lance whump at you every day!

Day One- Fever


Lance glared up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, as if its very presence offended him. “Why do we even make plans?” he wondered aloud. “They always go south, anyways.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “If we just stormed into Galra bases with no idea what we were doing, then we’d be caught pretty easily.”

Lance eyed him, unimpressed. His skin looked unusually pale in the dim, purple light. “Kinda like how we are now?”

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Nightmares // Julian Albert x Reader

Summary: You had noticed Julian’s recent nightmares and were attempting to wait for him to come to you to talk about it. Though, when he refuses to tell you what’s going on you mind tells you what must’ve happened and your reaction puts you in grave danger.

Word count: 2,038

Warnings: mentions of cheating and sex, implied sexual harassment

Julian just wanted to leave everything that happened with Alchemy in the past. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He thought when the Philosopher’s Stone was gone he could just move on. Except it wasn’t that easy. Every night he had nightmares of all the people he hurt, of savitar’s voice inside his head.

You had been noticing he was acting strange but he never told you what was troubling him. It was unlike him to not tell you what was wrong, for the past two years you’d been together he told you everything. You knew that it must be something he’s not ready to discuss if he hasn’t told you yet. You wanted to know but you didn’t want to pry. You made sure to constantly tell him that you’d be there to listen as soon as he is ready to talk about it. It pained you to see him hurting and to know that he was bottling up all of his emotions.

You felt him jolt awake and could hear his heavy breathing. You turn on your side to face him and see him sitting up, elbows to his knees, and head in his hands. You hear light, quiet sobs escaping from his mouth and your heart breaks to see him like this.

You sit up and run a hand up and down his bare back, not saying anything and just letting him calm down. He begins to relax at your touch but you can still feel the tension in his muscles. You place a hand on his forearm and he pulls his head from his hands to look at you.

“Do you want to talk about it,” you ask lightly while sliding your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers.

“No,” he chokes out, fiddling with your fingers. “I just want to forget about it.”

“You can’t forget about it by keeping everything in,” the hand you hand on his back moves to his cheek, he melts into your palm and looks into your eyes.

“I don’t want things between us to be ruined,” he says just above a whisper.

Your heart sinks, you don’t know what he did but by the sounds of that it’s not good. There are few things that could jeopardize the relationship you two have and your face falls when you think about what he could’ve done.

When the thought crosses your mind you remove your hands from him and place them in your lap. You just stare at them and try to fight the urge to cry, even though tears are filling your eyes.

At first he is confused at your change in demeanor, then he realizes the only thing that could be going through your head.

“No, no, no,” he quickly grabs your hands. “It’s not that, I didn’t cheat on you. I swear on my life.”

“You have been gone a lot of nights recently,” you say. “How can you explain that?”

He sighs, “I can’t.”

The first tear falls from your eye. “Okay,” you choke before getting up and out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Julian asks, concerned, as you put on a shirt and some leggings.

“To clear my head,” you say while putting on a cardigan and boots.

“Y/N, listen, you have to believe that it wasn’t that.”

“I can’t Julian,” you snap and you can see him tense up. “You haven’t been around most nights, you won’t tell me what’s going on with you, when was the last time we even had dinner together? And I can’t even recall the last time we had sex so it wouldn’t surprise me that your getting it from someone else,” all your sadness had turned to rage, you cross your arms and lean onto your hip.

“Please, just believe me,” he looks up at you with his bright blue, puppy eyes. A look that use to make you do anything, but not now.

“I’ll believe it when you prove it,” you go to walk out the bedroom door.

“Y/N it’s 3 a.m. It’s not safe to be walking around the city.”

You ignore him and just keep walking, you make sure to slam the door of your apartment shut. You stand in the hallway for a moment. Waiting to hear Julian’s footsteps coming after you but they never come. You shake your head and head for the stairs, that’s enough for you to prove you’re right.

Julian wakes up the next morning and sees you’re still not home. He wanted to go after you when you left but seeing you walk away broke him. He couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was sob and sob. He cried himself to sleep and woke up to his pillowcase still damp from his tears.

He did his best to pull himself together and get ready for work. He couldn’t hide that his eyes were red, puffy, and bloodshot and he didn’t even have the energy to fix his hair. He just put on some clothes and left for the precinct.

When he got to the lab he was surprised to see Barry already there. He would’ve made a snarky remark about Barry being early for once in his life but he couldn’t even muster up enough energy for that. He just went straight to his desk, saying nothing.

Barry looked at him for a second, awaiting the snarky remark he undoubtedly deserved. It never came, Julian immediately pulled out some files and got to work. Barry tilted his head in confusion, that’s when he noticed it. He could tell Julian had been up all night, he could see he’d been crying and that his normal scowl was more of a saddened pout.

“Hey, Julian are you okay?” Barry asks.

“I’m fine, Allen,” he replied, except Barry could tell by his tone he was indeed not fine.

Before Barry could say anything Joe runs into the room. “Barry we need you to head down to a crime scene and Julian I need you to come with me.”

Barry knowing Julian was having a rough day thought maybe solving a case would lighten him up. “I think Julian should head down to the scene,” he says. “He’s a better CSI.”

“No, I need him to head over to the hospital with me.”

“Hospital?” Julian stands up. “Why?” Worry starts to fill his voice, the only thing running through his head is you.

Joe lets out a sigh, “It’s Y/N, she got hurt last night. She was found just a little over an hour ago, it was bad. Barry needs to go look at the crime scene and Julian you should see Y/N. I can explain more to you on the way.”

Julian feels sick to his stomach as Joe told him the whole story during the car ride to the Central City Hospital. It happened barely two blocks from your apartment building. All the police knew so far was that you had been pulled into a back alley and were stabbed. The only thing keeping her from bleeding out was the switchblade remaining lodged in her stomach. That was all the knew, they hadn’t gotten a statement from you yet. When you were found you were out cold and all the anesthetics are continuing to keep you that way.

Julian feels the air knocked out from his lungs when he steps into your hospital room. The sight of your weak, limp body would surely be enough to cause him to break down again, but there were no tears left in him.

“I’ll give you two your space,” Joe rests a hand on Julian’s shoulder before exiting the room.

Julian stands in the doorway, mouth hanging a gap for a few moments before walking towards you. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed and takes your normally warm hand in his, shivers go up his spine when he feels how cold you are. He sighs running his free hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he breathes out. “This is all my fault,” he shakes his head before taking your hand in both of his. “I swear as soon as your up I’ll explain everything,” he rests his head on your hand. “I’ll make this better, I promise,” a tear slips down his cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats over and over again.

An hour passes, Julian’s head still rests on your hand.

“So, this is Y/N?” He hears a voice in the doorway ask. He looks up to see Barry leaning on the door frame. He nods before turning back to her. “You’ve never mentioned her.”

“In case you haven’t noticed I don’t consider you a close friend, do I, Allen?” He remarks, eyes fixated on your features. “What did you learn from the scene?”

“Well, she was found around six, from the looks of the scene and the wound she must’ve been stabbed around five,” Barry explains.

“That makes no sense,” Julian shakes her head. “She left at three, the scene was only two blocks from our apartment it wouldn’t take her two hours to get there.”

“Maybe she was walking back,” Barry suggest.

“No, I know where she was going and she wouldn’t go by the alley where she was found.”

“I guess we just have to wait until she wakes up to know what happened in that time gap. I’ll leave you two alone until then,” he says before leaving the room.

Julian caresses your face, “What happened to you?” He whispers.

He studies your face. He notices your eyes rapidly moving while shut, just as they would if you were having a nightmare. Your breathing picks up, your chest moving up and down frantically. Your heart rate steadily goes up and sweat begins to trickle down your face. Julian grows worried at the sight, not knowing what to do, if he should wake you up or not.

You start to mumble something, “Don’t touch, don’t touch me,” you repeat, getting louder. You jolt awake panting.

“Y/N,” Julian places a hand on the small of your back.

“No!” You shout causes him to back off. “Don’t touch me,” you bury your head in your hands, starting to cry.

“Love, what happened,” he quietly asks.

“He was so scary,” you choke out.

“Who?” He asks but you stay silent. “Baby, who was it?”

“I don’t know,” your voice is a whisper, you hug your knees into your chest. “It was dark and I was blindfolded,” the tears stream down your face. “And then-then-” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

Julian can already put two and two together. “Y/N, I’m so sorry this happened,” he says, ashamed of himself. He knows this is all his fault, he should’ve just told you the truth from the start. “This is all my fault,” he hesitantly places a hand on you back. He can feel your body shake as you cry. “I should’ve told you what was going on.”

“Julian, I don’t care to think about that right now,” your voice is muffled due to the fact your head is still buried in your knees. You turn your head so your cheek is resting on your knee and your facing him, except you can’t make eye contact. You take one of his hands in yours, your grip weak. “Can you just lay with me?” Your voice is almost as weak as your grip.

“Anything, love,” he says before crawling next to you on your small hospital bed.

You rest your head and a hand on his chest. You sigh as you grasp and release the material of his shirt. Your mind is filled with the memories that will forever be embedded in your brain. You screaming and fighting, trying to escape but nothing worked. Then, Julian’s arms wrap around you and suddenly you feel safe again.

“I’ll never let anything like this happen again,” he speaks, softly. “I promise,” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.

“I love you.”

Julian smiles at your words, glad that even though there’s some damage you’re here. You’re safe in his arms.

“I love you, too.”

I miss her [Part 1/...]

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 719
Warning: none

Summary: Bucky and [Y/N] found themselves in the 21st century, the only problem - [Y/N] doesn’t know that Bucky is still alive and that he tries to find a way to get back into her life.

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It’s been a year since they got [Y/N] out of her frozen state.

Steve had found a file about the Soldier project that Howard Stark had continued after the events of WW2. It shocked him when he found out that [Y/N] was been frozen in the 40s and they were no files that she has been found in the last seventy years. Together with Sam, he went on search to look for her and found her in one of the old labours that were locked since 1949.

Now, after the doctors and even Bruce helped her to get full health back, she was living with the other Avengers in the great new Headquarters in the north of New York. First it was hard for her to get into the new life after years of being frozen but after a few months of learning about the new technology and fighting again she became the old [Y/N] Steve has known since they first met each other back in the days.

Steve never told her about Bucky and the Winter Soldier. It was an order from Nick Fury. He know it would be the best if she didn’t know about the events that happened in Washington D.C.


2015.

The exhibition was full of kids as always. Most of them came with their class to learn something about Steven Grant Roger aka Captain America, the hero of the nation.

It was cute to see how these kids run around and played Captain America with a plastic shield in their hand or they tried to reach the height of Steve when he was the small kid from Brooklyn.

[Y/N] pulled the hood of her jacket further in her face when she walked through the exhibition because she didn’t want to drew attention towards her.

As one of the famous Avengers she was easily spotted and that was one of the reasons why she usually wore sunglasses and caps when she decided to go for a walk or visit the Smithsonian. [Y/N] never liked the attention of the press so she stayed in the shadows. But of course she took a picture with a fan if he or she would spot her even if [Y/N] wore the sunglasses.

She liked to visit the museum but not because of all the old exhibitions. The only reason for her to come here was to see the face of the man she lost many years ago.

The huge glass wall in front of her showed Bucky Barnes. Her Bucky. The man who promised her that he would finish this last mission and would be back to the camp within two days. But he never returned.

[Y/N] watched the old video of Steve and Bucky and how they were laughing at something that Steve had said. It was taken shortly after Steve had rescued him and the other men from the 107th. How she missed his laugh. Sighing, she went to the little theatre and listened to Peggy who talked about Steve and her life after the war. Sometimes she went with Steve to visit her in the hospital where she lived.

The only thing the assassin didn’t notice was the man that followed her all the way to the Smithsonian. He wore old worn-out clothes and a cap on his head that was covering most of his face. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket as he watched [Y/N] from afar.

There weren’t much things that Bucky remembered but one of the first things that came to his mind when he was away from Hydra for a while was [Y/N] face, smiling at him and telling him how much she loved him and his cheesy attempts to get a kiss.

Bucky had watched her a few times since that. When she was on a run or was outside, shopping with Wanda. But he was afraid to make the first step. Maybe [Y/N] moved on and got herself a new boyfriend, someone who wasn’t broken like him.

She would never want a broken man like me he thought to himself and left.

Just in that moment [Y/N] felt a tickling feeling in her neck, a feeling she always got when she was being watched. But as she turned around, no one was there.

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Let’s see if you like this and maybe I continue and make this little one-shot into my first serie. Any thoughts?

Regrettable

My favorite part about writing for Peter is high school tropes
Like spin the bottle? I’m such a sucker for that trope.
Hope you guys enjoy!

Title: Regrettable
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter meets you, Liz’s cousin, during her party and gets to know you over some small talk and a game of spin the bottle.
Word Count: 1,922
Warnings: food mention, underage drinking, slight “Spider-Man: Homecoming” spoilers
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @kindnesswins @melconnor2007 @mcheung0314 @erikacasarin

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            "Peter, you came,“ Liz cheered as Peter and Ned walked in.

           Peter gives her a nervous smile, immediately babbling an incoherent reply. His words slow to a stop as you walk up and suddenly all his attention is sucked into you. When you smile at him, Peter gets so nervous that he wants to run out the door.

           "Y/N,” you introduce, shaking Peter’s hand. “I’m Liz’s cousin.”

           "Y/N’s visiting from Oregon,“ Liz adds.

           Peter nods slowly, unsure of what to say. He’s trying not to stare at you completely, but even as Liz beings speaking, his eyes keep drifting towards you. You keep giving him shy smiles when you catch him staring, and Peter keeps blushing deeper shades of red.

           Suddenly, a clatter comes from an adjacent room and both you and Liz grimace. You peer over Liz’s shoulder, trying to assess the damage.

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Imagine having your baby boy on your wedding day.


A Wedding and a Baby - Life Unexpected Pt. 9

Characters: Dean x Reader, Emmary, Sam and Cas

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, mild angst, wedding

 Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is the THIRD fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for Mimi, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog it’s a part of my Life Unexpected Series, so I hope that doesn’t turn you off!. Thanks for celebrating with me.  - This could be read without reading the entire series. It’s a cute little story without the background, BUT if you want more Catch up on parts 1-8 HERE.

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Not My Specialty (dad!Tony x reader)

Request: Omg I hope I make it before closing! Could you do one w/ Tony Stark where he is the reader’s dad and she’s married to Steve. Her and Steve are expecting their first baby together but when he has to leave for a mission and she goes into labor, Tony comforts her throughout it until Steve shows up at the last second before it’s time for delivery? I just watched Father of the Bride Pt II and of course like the Marvel Trash I am, this is what I came up with. XD I’d like it super ultra fluffy pls! c:

“Okay, sweetheart, just don’t get that baby goo on the leather, okay?  It’s imported.” Tony said as gently but firmly as he could, keeping a tight hold on your hand while helping you into the passenger seat of his car. He wanted to call an ambulance to take you to the hospital once your contractions started, but you insisted that you had time for him to take you, much to his dismay.  As a first-time grandpa, he was almost as nervous as you were and he wasn’t exactly secure on his driving ability at the moment.  

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"Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble."

“Being brave doesn’t mean you have to go looking for trouble!” Draco all but shouts.

Potter has the decency to look a bit ashamed but there’s a stubbornness in the way he clenches his jaw and Draco could throttle him because he knows Potter will never change, will always charge head first into danger with zero regard for his own well being. He doesn’t like to stop too long to think about why that makes his stomach feel like he’s falling off his broom.

“Listen you headstrong fool, I refuse to get another partner. It’s far too much work having to explain myself to everyone and for some reason you understand me and besides you know how I like my tea and my takeaway it’s taken years to train you. So stop fucking getting hurt unnecessarily!”

Potter almost laughs at that, looking down at his lap and toying with the edges of the threadbare blanket.

“You like me admit it.”

“Potter I will admit no such thing. I tolerate you and that’s all.”

“Liar,” Potter mumbles under his breath. “Besides it wasn’t my fault you know.”

“Potter you are in St. Mungos for the third time this year alone and it’s only March.”

“It’s not-”

“Not your fault yes you say this every time,” Draco says with a sigh, dropping down into the chair next to the hospital bed.

Potter closes his eyes. He looks absolutely horrible. Three hours in emergency spell damage has taken it out of him. There are bandages across his chest and his face is too pale, it reminds Draco of the way he looked during the war.

“Malfoy,” he starts but Draco just shushes him.

“Go to sleep, Potter,” he whispers, turning the lights off with a flick of his wand.

He waits until Potter has fallen asleep to pull the blanket up a little higher making sure the other man won’t get cold, letting his hand rest atop Potter’s for far too long, his stomach clenching tightly.

Taking a spare blanket off the end of the bed he wraps it around himself , preparing to spend another night in a hard chair and wondering how many more times Potter will have to get hurt before he finally gets the courage to tell him how he feels.

Idyllwild: The One with the Broon Coo

The Concept: FLUFF. Just fluff. Each “chapter” is stand alone, without an over arching plot to the fic other than 1. Jamie and Claire meet, 2. Jamie and Claire marry, and 3. Jamie and Claire have an abundance of children and live happily ever after together in the modern world. No one’s dead or dies. (both sets of parents are alive, Faith lives, HAPPILY EVER AFTER PEOPLE)


June 2010

“Here, let me change her, Sassenach,” Jamie gently lifted his fragrant daughter from my shoulder and cradled her against his bare chest. Faith squirmed, letting out a shrill cry of displeasure at this change.

“Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly as I moved to the side of the bed, “I don’t mind. You know how much she hates it.”

“Oh, I ken,” he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, ushering me back to the cozy cocoon of blankets and pillows before stepping away.

He paused in the doorway between our room and the nursery, just in front of the picture window. The rising sun was just beginning to peek thru and painted father and daughter in an almost ethereal, golden light. Jamie looked down at the tiny, three week old bundle in his arms, a slow, contented smile spreading across his face.

“But we’ll do just fine, won’t we, mo nighean bheag?”

Tears sprang to my eyes as he left my field of vision.

So many of my twenty-seven years were lonely. I had thought that I would never have a husband or a child of my very own, but now I had both. I had a husband who ushered me into a life that I would have never dreamed was possible, who made me fall in love with him a little bit more everyday. I had a daughter of my own flesh and blood, who’d grown within me, the product of an unshakable love. I had a son who continually chose Jamie and I to fill the gaping void in his life that was left by his neglectful, abusive parents.

Faith let out a wail of anguish that would have made her Viking ancestors proud, pulling me out of my thoughts and prompting Jamie to begin one of his lullabies. He couldn’t tell one note from another, but the tuneless, rhythmic crooning of her father’s voice was the one thing that could soothe her when all of my motherly attempts failed.

Oh, the broon coo’s brooken oot an’ eaten a’ the neeps,
The broon coo’s brooken oot an’ eaten a’ the neeps,
The broon coo’s brooken oot an’ eaten a’ the neeps,
Did ye ever see sich an ill-trickit beast?

I smiled as the tone of her cries settled into a resigned annoyance and Jamie started into his favorite verses, exaggerating his hint of Scottish accent to the point of depravity.

Oh, the broon coo’s brooken oot, she’s in amang the corn,
The broon coo’s brooken oot, she’s in amang the corn,
The broon coo’s brooken oot, she’s in amang the corn,
Haud her in aboot, or she’ll dae it ‘gain the morn.

Oh, the broon coo’s brooken oot, she’s in amang the strae,
The broon coo’s brooken oot, she’s in amang the strae,
The broon coo’s brooken oot, she’s in amang the strae,
She’s fleggit a’ the hennies an’ she’s ca’ad them off the lay.

The lid of the diaper genie shut with a dull thud just as the squeaky middle drawer of Faith’s dresser opened and shut. She’d leaked into her sleeper then, too. I sighed and mentally fit yet another load of laundry into the long list of activities for the day.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Jamie soothed, the proud smile evident in his voice. “It only took us to the hennies this time, a leannan!”

I held my breath, listening to see whether he’d settle her to sleep himself or if he’d bring her back to me. She’d had her fill at my breast before soiling her nappy and I knew she’d not be able to keep her eyes open for long. The nursery fell into a hushed calm for many moments before I caught the almost imperceptible whirring noise of the glider tucked into the corner of her room.

He was rocking her.

My eyes slid shut as I sank beneath the down comforter, murmuring, “Bless you, James Fraser.”

Jamie chuckled. I hadn’t said the words with the intent for him to hear me, but wasn’t entirely surprised that he caught it. His hearing would shame a hawk and he often woke before me when Faith needed attention in the night.

The low rumble of his voice lulled me into that blissful calm between slumber and wakefulness, suspended in consciousness by the effort it took to decipher his Gaelic murmurings. Jamie had started teaching me the language of his forefathers soon after he proposed and I had a fair understanding of the sweet nothings he often whispered into Faith’s ear as he cared for her.

I cooed them to her myself when I missed his presence beside me through the day, now that he’d gone back to work full time. His schedule was wonderfully flexible, though, and he’d be able to care for Faith two of the days I’d work when my maternity leave was up. She’d go to his sister Jenny’s for the third, who was home with her own two children, the youngest being just six months older than Faith. I hadn’t any siblings and only one, bachelor uncle to call my own, so the knowledge that my daughter would grow up with a large extended family surrounding her and supporting her was an incredible blessing.

You’ve gotten so big since we brought you home, sweetheart.

I beamed, a warm euphoria settling over me at the familiar term of endearment that he used on the both of us, as well as his comment. We’d brought Faith home from the hospital just over a week ago, but he was right, the preemie clothes Jenny had found for us were finally beginning to fit her properly.

Will you keep your red hair, like me? Or will it darken to brown like your mother’s? I wouldn’t mind, you know, if you had her beautiful brown curls.

Faith sighed in that drowsy way. She was a goner, if she wasn’t asleep already. The pace of the glider slowed, then stopped all together. Soft footsteps brought Faith to her crib and my husband back to me.

“Thank you,” I murmured as Jamie climbed onto the bed.

He kissed the top of my head, nuzzling his nose in my hair, “You shouldn’t have to thank me for caring for my own daughter.”

“I know I don’t have to,” I murmured as I curved into him, “but I want to.”

Jamie’s arms slid around my waist and nestled me under his chin, his tender strength encircling and sheltering me.

“I can’t nourish her like you can, mo nighean donn. I couldn’t carry her within me or bear your pain at her birth, but changing her diapers and rocking her to sleep… that I can do. It’s my special time with her, in a way, like nursing her is yours.”

I lifted his hand to my lips, gently kissing it as I fell back asleep in my husband’s arms.

Ice Cream Mishap

Prompt: "I work at an ice cream stand and you came up and got some ice cream except you didn’t realize that rocky road has nuts in it which you’re apparently allergic to???? so now i’m dragging your sorry ass to the hospital all bc you don’t know your ice cream flavors.“ Modern AU.

Word Count: 1,998.

A/N: Came upon this prompt on here, and you best believe I had to write something based off of it. Hope you enjoy!

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Lost Years

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Summary: Bucky meets someone he had grown close to while he was in Romania. Meeting her isn’t the only surprise he encounters. There is another small surprise.

A/N: Just something I wrote one day when I felt like nothing else motivated me. I decided to save this until I had posted all the requests I ha left. Now, no more requests (except I’m going to continue Buddies), which means REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN! So, if you have any, send them my way. If I get too many requests, I might have to close them again soon. Now I need to make sure I’ll close it soon enough and not just keep receiving lots of requests. It didn’t work out too well before. Anyways, hope you like this imagine. If you guys want it, I could continue this one. That’s a possibility.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 4,059

Warning: this one is a little angsty. Just a little. Mentions of sex but not smut.


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Rescued

Summary: After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Warnings: Mentions of, and a situation set up for, being attacked by a man. Swearing, I can’t NOT.
Word Count: 905
Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello my Freaky Darlings!  This fic has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I feel like I need to post it otherwise I’ll never get the drive to finish.  I’m not sure how many parts it will have, as the story continues to evolve as I explore the Reader.  

The chapters will be released once a week and will be of varying lengths. I’m going for quality over quantity, my dudes.

I had three wonderful people helping and encouraging me, it’s because of them that this is ever getting posted. Thank you @the-pri-experience @tatortot2701 and @bxckytrxsh for your support, you are all so lovely xo


After the shift you’d had at the hospital today, the last thing you wanted to do was stop for groceries. The crowded aisles, the long lines, the unpacking at home; none of these things sounded as good as Netflix and wine. Normally you’d put it off and order delivery but the fact that your entire family would be staying at your house this weekend meant it was a necessity.  God knows how much food your brothers could tuck back…

With a sigh, you pulled into a parking stall and made your way inside the store. It was getting late, your brother Jordan would give you the ‘disappointed face’ if he knew you were running errands alone: his fiancée Karen had been attacked a couple years ago while walking through a parkade after hours. With that thought, you hurriedly weaved through the aisles stocking up on snacks and the basics, like eggs and bread. The store was practically deserted so you were able to navigate around with ease: which was good because holiday hours meant it was closing early. You and another woman were the last two out before they locked the doors.

Night had fallen while you were inside and the parking lot had an ominous feeling about it. You and the other lady gave each other nervous glances and hurriedly made your way to your cars. You were really regretting your lazy morning and wished you had just done the shopping before work.

The other woman only had a few bags and was done well before you, but you were relieved to see that she sat in her car on the phone while you unloaded your full cart. Your nerves had your mind racing, and all the details of Karen’s attack were flooding your brain, amping up your anxiety. The hair on your arms was standing on end and your gut was telling you to hustle. Before you could finish packing the trunk and return your cart, the other shopper finished her phone call and started to drive away.

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