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A Little Too Late Part 18

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 18

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Sam, Dean, Balthazar, Castiel, Crowley

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Here we are with Part 18!! I know I keep saying it, but it really does keep getting interesting! I hope you all enjoy it!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 *Remember you can request headcanons still! You can also request imagines and oneshots!*

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You and Dean arrived at the nightclub dressed in appropriate attire.  Dean pulled the Impala to a stop, taking the keys out of the ignition.  He glanced over at you, noticing how great you looked in your dress.  “You look great [Y/N],” Dean murmured, a smirk spreading across his lips.

You snorted, “I don’t feel great in this dress or in these heels.  My feet are already killing me.  By the way Dean, if we get separated don’t worry, I’m carrying my silver blade.”  You pulled your dress up enough to show the handle of your knife.  “Thank God for sheaths am I right?”

“You are unbelievable [Y/N],” Dean sighed, opening his door.

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AN: I know I said that I’ll be writing and stuff… but the truth is that I didn’t have any time to do it but hey now i’m here and i can write. (Also my gilmore girls marathon took my soul away) If there’s any spellings errors i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language… and i’m sorry it isn’t smutt but I’m not really in the mood to write something like that so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. Hope you like it anyway. [ALSO I REMEMBER THAT I HAD LIKE A FEW MORE REQUESTS BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON WITH TUMBLR THAT I CAN’T SEE THEM. SO I’M SORRY.] Anyways, here it is and requests still open and stuff. 

THE GIF ISN’T MINE. I found it on google oops.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

||I don’t own Steve Rogers or any of the avengers. They belong to Marvel.||

Requested by: anonymous
“Hello! Can I please request a Steve x reader where they both have a crush on eachother but are afraid to admit it because they are best friends but one day someone said something really shitty to the reader and Steve tries to beat him up and in order to calm him down she kisses him? Smutty ending? Thank you doll!”  

“Oh boy”

Since the day that you entered to the Avengers team because of your amazing skills with knifes and the fact that you could teletransport, you developed a friendship with everyone in the team but mostly with one person: Steve. You two had become best friends pretty easy and he was all “protect the lady” when it comes to you.
“Let’s have a night out!” Tony yelled at the team with a glass of whine in his hands.
“Again?” asked Wanda, looking really tired. “I don’t really want to go out you know…”
“Well then we’ll have a party here… it’s been a long time since the last one”
You laughed. “A week, it’s been a week Tony”
Steve that was sitting right by you smiled at you and and placed his hand on your knee, making your heart beat faster than usual.
“y/n is right… it’s been a week. But is not a bad a idea.”
The team looked at Steve surprised.
“Well well if the Cap. says so… LET’S HAVE A PARTY!”
Nat sat on your bed and waited for you to come outside the bathroom, she gave you one of her stunning dresses for tonight.
“So y/n when do you think the Captain will know how do you feel about him?”
You looked at her by the door of the bathroom. She knew that you had feelings for Steve, and she’s been the only one that didn’t tell him.
“I don’t know… how long can I keep it? Forever?”
You two laughed, and you stood outside looking for your shoes. The dress was dark blue and adjusted to your body just perfect.
“Well with that dress you could tell me anything and i’ll feel good honey” Nat joked.
You blew her a kiss and put on the shoes.
“I think in some weird way he already know… but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“We’ll find a way”

The party had already started when you came down stairs, and quickly looked over to find your best friend. In the moment you found his eyes he smiled at you and started to walk to you.
“Here you are y/n. Well that dress looks just amazing on you.” Steve kissed your forehead.
“Thanks Steve”
He nodded and the two of you started to walk to the bar. The Captain didn’t drank that much but you, oh boy, you could have a million beers and more.
In a moment that he had gone God knows where, someone sat by your side and smiled at you, you smiled back just to be polite.
“Hey… I’m Arnold.” Drunk voice. Great.
“Yeah, I know… listen I wanted to come over here because oh man, let me tell you that that dress looks so good that I could just ripped it off with my mouth”
You choked with your beer and looked at him pale. That wasn’t just rude but disgusting.
“Excuse me?” You asked and he gave you a smile that you wanted to punch.
“Yeah, you heard me… so do you want to?”
One more time, that stupid smile on his face. You did had a few beers, and you were a bit drunk but that didn’t mean that you will come anywhere with that asshole.
“Hell no. I’ll have to… decline your kind offer” You sounded harsh.
The man beside you stood up angry and looked at you with disgust on his face.
“It was just a pitty thing to say you know? No one would date a chick who trows knifes you know. You’re not even pretty enough, not even a little.”
Oh. No.
The next thing came fast. Steve’s hand was on the guy’s neck lifting him a little bit, angry as hell. And your hands on Steve’s back so he wouldn’t do anything.
“Oh here we are, the Captain America, saving the stupid knife girl”
And a punch. A really hard one, blood over his fist and on the guy’s face.
“That’s it” you said and placing a hand on Steve’s arm you closed your eyes and dissapear with him.
You took the two of you to Steve’s room.
“He’s an asshole, how can he possibly think that he can talk to you like that? How can ANYONE think that they can talk to you like that? To you? To my girl? Oh no, I will come down stairs and break every single bone of his body becau” you kissed him.
It was happening, you were kissing him and he was kissing you back.
“Alright calm down Steve” Did you just said that i’m your girl?“
You smiled on his mouth.
"Yes. You’re my girl.”
“Oh boy” You laughed and he took you by your waist just to kiss you deeply.
And deeply became heated and heated became really heated. And now your dress was on the floor along with all of his clothes.
“Oh boy” he repeated your words and started to walk with you to his bed.

Imagine being the Lady of the Lake and Merlin is fascinated with you, falling for you instantly

You didn’t know that you were being watched. You were just enjoying the clean water, admiring the way it looked being controlled in your hands. Unknowingly, a dark haired boy had been watching you in complete silence…until he had snapped on a branch

Merlin: Ah shit.

Y/N: Who…Who are you?

Merlin: Well I’m Merlin, the boy who’s been watching you control water.

Y/N: Please don’t tell anyone I-

Merlin: I know. I promise you, your secret is safe with me.

Y/N: …Thank you. I’m Y/N.

Request: MERLIN? Be still my heart! Can I ask for an imagine? YN is a witch as well,but lives outside the village ,near the water (“lady of the lake” wink ,wink) and Merlin is fascinated by her. pleeeeeeease?

Chef Dean

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Title: Chef Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 899

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I know I haven’t posted any Dean fics in a while, but here’s a cute date night kind of fic! It’s cute and fluffy and I hope you all love it! You can still request stuff! I don’t have any Sam requests :( Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

You shut the bunker door behind you, descending down the stairs.  Your bag made a nice thud as you tossed it onto the table in the library.  The bunker smelled of food, which was not a normal occurrence.  Sam never cooked, so it had to be Dean.  One of the perks of dating Dean Winchester was that he made excellent food.  A home cooked meal sounded spectacular after a not so simple salt and burn.  Luckily you only sustained a few cuts and bruises, but in the end you got the job done.  The wounds looked worse than they were.  Before you went to the kitchen to see what Dean was cooking, you made sure to clean the blood off of your skin.

As you strolled into the kitchen, Dean looked up from whatever he was cooking.  It smelled like spaghetti, but any food sounded good right about now.  His eyes widened as his eyes scanned over your body.  He rushed over to you, assessing your wounds.  “[Y/N] what the hell happened,” Dean asked, urgency in his tone.

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AN: God, I love getting request from you guys! It’s tough keeping up with them sometimes, but still, it makes my day brighter! Thank you to the anon that sent this super cute request, I hope you will like it! *I do not own the gif, and please ignore all spelling errors. Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Warnings: Nudity and brief mentions of sex (? idk if that’s even a warning but I stuck it in anyway incase that makes some readers uncomfortable)

Prompt: I know you just got a request for a pregnant reader and pietro where he died, but can you do another one? Like pietro is still alive in this one and he’s over protective of her and is excited to be a father? And all of the other avengers are excited too? Something like that. Thank you xx


“Pancakes or Waffles?”

“Pietro…” You groaned, his lips sucking on your neck was driving you crazy.

You felt your boyfriend’s lips curve into a smile as he pulled you closer to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck, which is one of your most sensitive spots to be kissed.

A slow yet consistent ache began to grow in your stomach, but you decided to ignore it given the current…situation. You were both getting hot and heavy on your bed, something that rarely ever happens due to how many people always seemed to be around the corner.

The last time you guys found alone time…well, to put it mildly, it was the best night of your life. Pietro had given you a very important milestone in your life; loosing your virginity. You and Pietro had been dating for almost a year, and everything seemed to be falling in place. You knew that he really did love you, and he knew that you loved him.

The knot in your belly tightened, causing you to gasp. Pietro, of course, didn’t take it as a sign of pain and rather that of pleasure.

“Pietro.” You grunted out, a wave of nausea hit you like a bullet train. “M-move!”

You covered you mouth with your hands and bolted for the bathroom. Deciding rather quickly that you couldn’t make it as far as the toilet, you bent over the sink and let go of your stomach.

Pietro was at your side in a second, twisting your hair out of your face and whispering soothing words in his native tongue. Once you were done, you washed your face and brushed your teeth. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your stomach still felt twisted and out of sorts.

“Are you sick?” Pietro asked whilst dabbing at your sweat-covered face with a moist towel.

“I don’t know.” You replied. “It came out of no where.”

You felt Pietro step away from you, though you didn’t look up to see where he went. You felt disgusting, and unlike most times, throwing up didn’t make you feel any better.

You heard the shower spring to life, and Pietro was next to you once more. Wordlessly, he tugged your shirt over your head and helped you step out of your pants. You should have been embarrassed, but you really felt as though you needed someone to take care of you just then. Once you were completely nude, he walked you over to the steaming shower and had you step in behind the shower curtains. You sat down on the bench inside the shower and leaned your head against the tiled wall, you still felt incredibly nauseous and ill.

Pietro rolled up his sleeves and started to apply shampoo and conditioner to your hair from outside of the shower whilst you slowly washed your body with soap. Pietro was being a perfect gentlemen and only looking at your face, his eyes looked worried.

“Do you think it’s the flu?"  His accent was more pronounced, which you noticed usually happened when he was worried or upset.

"I’m not sure,” You sighed. “It’s not like any flu I’ve had before.”

“Oh.” Was all he said, then silently continued rinsing the suds from you hair with the shower head.

What could it be? It hit you so suddenly, and even after you got sick, the weird feeling still lingered. You were a little light headed, your stomach seemed to be rioting, and you were full of fatigue.

“Pietro…” You said slowly, looking at him with steadily widening eyes. “How long ago did we, you know, sleep together?”

He looked surprised, yet answered. “About a week ago, maybe longer. Why?”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. You were probably over-thinking it. You were probably wrong. You were probably just sick with the flu. But, you had to check and see for yourself.

“Pietro, can you leave me alone for a few minutes? Please?” You asked in the calmest voice that you could muster.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Pietro was clearly frustrated that he couldn’t help you, he just wanted you to be better.

You slipped on a bathroom robe and began to steer him towards the door.

“Please?” You begged, and much to his protest, you managed to push him out of the bathroom door and lock it behind him. You heard his back his the door and slide down to sit on the floor, he was just waiting for you to tell him what was going on.

You dug through your medicine cabinet and found a pregnancy test. You followed the instructions on the box with extreme care and waited for about five minutes before getting your results.


You took two more, just to be sure.

Positive, positive.

“P-P-” You tried to get Pietro’s names out, but you could barley breath. Your legs wobbled and you felt dizzy.

“Baby?” Pietro’s worried voice came through the wooden door. “Did you call me? Is everything okay?”

“P-P-Pietro!” You all but shouted, you couldn’t think straight.

“Y/N!” He slammed his hand flat onto the door, wanting nothing more than to be with you. “Baby, I’m knocking the door down.”

“No! I-I’ll unlock it, just hold on one moment.” You supported your body by leaning against the wall and slowly made your way to the door. As soon as you unlocked it, Pietro burst in and clamped his hands onto your shoulders, looking you in the eye.

“What happened? Did you get sick again?”

You shook your head no, but you felt as though you might.

“Then what’s got you so upset?”

You didn’t say anything, you just reached into the robe pocket and took out the three pregnancy test to show him.

“Are these…?” Pietro swallowed, and looked at them more closely. “They are positive. All of them are.”

You thought he sounded scared, or upset, but then a smile graced his lips.

“These are all positive!” He said in pure joy. He looked at you with the brightest smile you had ever seen and picked you up in his arms, twirling you around whilst laughing.

“I thought…I thought maybe you wouldn’t want the baby…” You said quietly when he set you down.

“Wouldn’t want it? Oh, Y/N, I’m going to love it! It may have not been planned, but I see no reason that this news would be anything other than joyous!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his goofy grin and vibrant eyes.


“Pancakes or waffles?”

You looked down at your swelling stomach, almost as if the baby would come out and tell you what it wanted.

“I’m thinking pancakes.” You nodded, happy with your decision. Pietro smiled at you and turned to the stove, mixing the batter and warming the pan.

“I can help make it, you know. I’m pregnant, not crippled.”

Pietro shook his head, “Stay right where you are, I don’t want you doing any more work than you have too.”

“You should listen to my brother, for once he knows what he is talking about.” You hear another Slovakian voice carry through the kitchen.

Wanda walked over to you and planted a small, sisterly kiss on your cheek. She had grown very close to you when you began to date her brother, and when you told her that you were pregnant she just about adopted you as her own.

“How is my niece?” Wanda cooed at your stomach.

“How do you know it is going to be a girl?” Pietro questioned as he served the steaming pancakes onto a plate.

“Oh, I know.” She said, winking at you both. “Having psychic powers can help with stuff like that.”

Pietro rolled his eyes. This wasn’t the first time that Wanda had said that she knew the baby was a girl, but Pietro still liked to challenge her on it, saying that there was no way she could know something like that.

You rubbed your tummy (almost out of instinct) as you got up to get a glass of water, but Pietro cut you off halfway to the sink. “How many times do I have to tell you, I will get anything you need. Now, sit that cute little bum of yours back on that stool.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but before you turned around, you leaned into him and softly pressed your lips to his. You would never admit it, but there was a small part of you that absolutely loved Pietro doing anything you asked.

Tony came out to the kitchen with a newspaper in one hand and an empty coffee mug in the other. “Is there any coffee made?”

Pietro wrapped an arm around you and pointed to the coffee pot with the other, “Yes, I just made some.”

“Great,” Tony said but sidetracked over to your plate of breakfast. “Ooh, pancakes!”

Pietro was over to him in a flash, taking the plate from under his fingertips. “They are not for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Tony grumbled as he went to make his coffee.

As the months passed, it began to get harder and harder for you to move. It got to the point where you wouldn’t get up at all and Pietro would take care of you from your bed, which in all honesty, you were okay with.

But, while padding over to the bathroom on day, you felt your water break and soon after you went into hours of painful and intense labor.

It was the longest few hours of your life, but with Pietro and Wanda by your side, it wasn’t horrible. You kept in the back of your mind that the rest of the team was waiting in the waiting room, they were all just as anxious to see the child as you were.

And, as it turns out, Wanda was right. It was a girl.

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“You gotta stay quiet, love” he chuckled softly as your head tilted back to rest against the mirror. “Don’t want the whole plane to know how much of a naughty girl you can be.”

Red Eye (anon request). 

Summary: Taron joins the mile high club.

words:  2096

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Title: Incidents
Author: hotlineassbutt, previously themostmarvelousimagines
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Genre: Angst, fluff
Warnings: Assault, attacks, bullet wounds, mentions of blood, language
Request: “Hi can I please get a bucky x reader prompt where bucky doesn’t talk to the reader but protects her fiercely?? Love your blog by the way“ requested by anonymous.
A/N: Italicized assault on the warnings list bc I know that can be a huge trigger for some people. I tried to write as little of it as possible but it is still there, so be careful while reading! Hope you enjoy, anon!

You came to the bar for one reason and one reason only; to humor your friends. Not that you’d call them friends, not at the moment, anyway. All you’d done so far was have a drink or two, smile when appropriate, and avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone. Your friends were off somewhere, probably dancing or getting wasted off their asses.
You sighed to yourself and took a sip from the plastic red straw in front of you, the strawberry drink splashing over your tongue. You could barely taste any alcohol, which was pleasant. Your eyes scanned the dimly lit room, observing faces and bodies, the atmosphere heavy and intense.
“Hey, doll,” someone said next to you, appearing nearly out of no where. It was a man, mid-20′s maybe. He had gentle stubble and oily, dark red hair that fell over his shoulders in waves. He was clad in some University sweatshirt, probably local. His lips were curled upward in a small, intimidating smirk. It made you mildly uncomfortable, the way he was looking at you.
“Um, hello,” you answered, shrinking away from his close proximity and holding your drink close to you. He seemed to notice your actions and only moved closer.
“You wanna get out of here?” he grinned, revealing crooked teeth. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol.
“No, I’m okay, thanks,” you replied, your voice small. You always imagined in these situations you would be strong, standing up to anyone who tried to hurt you. Unfortunately, all you wanted to do was run and hide from this man.
His eyes burned with anger, his hand coming up to strike. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst, but felt nothing. A shriek filled your ears and your eyes shot open.
The man was no longer in front of you, but pressed against the bar, another much larger man pinning his arm behind his back and holding him down. The larger man was mumbling something into the red-head’s ear. You couldn’t hear exactly what he said, but his voice was low and angry. The man who attacked you was trying to fight back, to no avail. He squirmed under the other man but was going no where. Eventually he nodded and the man let go of him, stepping back and moving in front of you.
Your savior was shielding you from your attackers gaze, keeping you close to him. Once he was out of sight, the man who saved you turned to you. You felt the air leave your lungs at his appearance.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his green eyes burning into yours. You couldn’t say anything, only stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous man before you. His brown hair was tied back, exposing his entire face. His square jaw was covered in stubble, surrounding his pink lips. He wore a black t-shirt with a dark green jacket, blue jeans, and dress shoes. There was no denying it, he was hot as hell.
“Hey, are you okay?” he repeated himself, reaching forward hesitantly and shaking your shoulders gently. You settled for a nod, your mouth slightly agape and your eyes never leaving his.
“Good,” he said, turning and strutting into the crowd that had formed.
“Wait!” you called after him, but he was already gone. You stood there for a moment before you were practically smothered in a hug. Apparently your friends had seen the entire ordeal.


It had been a few days since the incident at the bar and you couldn’t seem to get the mystery man’s face out of your head. He haunted your dreams, both sleep and fantasy. You couldn’t stop thinking of him.
Deciding you needed to get out of your apartment, you settled for coffee and a walk. You dressed in your warmest clothes, tied your hair up and put on a small amount of makeup. Once outside, you braced against the chilly autumn air, shivering ever so slightly.
You took your time walking to the coffee shop. It was cold, but not cold enough to not enjoy the outdoors.
Once your arrived, you steppe over the threshold into the coffee shop and caught your foot. Apparently, there was a step you had missed.
You felt yourself fly forward and your arms flew forward to brace for impact. Your eyes closed tightly and you waited to make contact with the ground.
Instead of meeting the hard floor, you met a chest and arms. You could practically feel the question mark above your head. You opened your eyes and looked up, embarrassment tinting your cheeks. When you realized who had caught you, you let out a gentle gasp.
“It’s you!” you shouted, which caused him to shush you quietly. You straightened out and brushed yourself off, apologizing briefly.
“You’re really good at getting into trouble when I’m around,” he said, a small smile on his lips. He was just as pretty as you’d remembered, and even prettier with his hair down.
“I guess I just have good timing,” you laughed, tucking a fallen hair behind your ear. He smiled and glanced over his shoulder at a woman with red hair, who was smiling and shaking her head.
“Try not to get into so much trouble, okay?” he said, letting go of your arms. You hadn’t even realized he was still holding onto you. You mumbled a very quiet “sure, yeah, alright,” and stepped out of the way. He moved passed you, the red haired woman in tow. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. She was literal perfection, in every single way. Mentally slapping yourself for ever thinking you had a chance with your guardian angel, you ordered your coffee and went about your day with little enthusiasm.


It felt like weeks, maybe even months before you saw the brown haired man again. You had moved past it, assuming he was with the beautiful woman you’d seen him with at the coffee shop. Your life went on without incident, a few flat-iron burns and unset alarms, nothing too extreme. Things were okay, and you liked it.
One particularly pleasant evening, you heard a knock at your front door. It was a few men dressed in suits and sunglasses. They had guns on their hips, and you pretended you hadn’t noticed them.
They asked you all kinds of questions about the man who saved you that night at the bar. You told them the truth, you had no idea who he was.
You could pinpoint the exact moment when things when wrong. The two men looked at each other, nodded, and pulled out their guns. You were quick to duck behind the island in the kitchen, but not quick enough. One of the bullets hit your shoulder, in one side and out the other. You screamed out in pain, your hand flying up to press into the wound.
One second you heard gunfire, the next you heard a crash and two bodies hit to floor with a loud thud. Suddenly the only sound was your labored breathing and footsteps. The man that saved you appeared next to you in a flash, moving your hand out of the way and applying pressure to the wound.
“Y/N,” he said, “stay with me, okay?”
“It hurts,” you all but whined, taking note of his metal arm.
“I know it does, you’ll be okay, I promise,” he said, pulling you into his arms and carrying your bridal style. You cried out in pain as he moved, only to be hushed by his words of comfort.
“How did you know my name? Who were those men? Who are you?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the blood coating your shirt. He was carrying you downstairs, people were coming out of their apartments to see what had happened.
“I know your name because I work for SHIELD,” he carried you out the glass doors of the building, “those men were HYDRA agents,” he placed you in a black van, sitting you up against the back of a seat, “and I’m Bucky Barnes.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. Maybe you shouldn’t have, based on the amount of blood you’d lost so far. It stained everything, your clothes, his armor, both of your skin. It was a mess.
“Thank you,” was all you could say, reading forward and placing your hand on his face as someone came over and began dressing your wound. They looked important.
He nodded, smiled, then reached up and held your hand.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he apologized, his eyes filling with tears, “I should have been more careful.”
“You saved me,” you said, “You saved me, Bucky.”
This caused him to lean forward and press a brief kiss to your forehead. You felt butterflies erupt from your stomach, the pain in your shoulder forgotten for a moment.
You only hoped he wouldn’t have to save you anymore.

AN: Thank youuuuuuuuuu anon for requesting this super cute imagine! I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google ((but oh my god he is so fReakING CuTE I cANT dEAL wITh IT)). Kindly ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader ((Okay, so the anon didn’t ask for a particular pairing, so naturally I just went for Pietro because I have an unhealthy amount of love for him))

Prompt: I know it says requests are closed right now but can you do a skinny dipping with avengers? Love the Nat fic btw!

((It’s probably going to be on the shorter side (it’s really late and I’m tired), I still hope you like it!))


“Too Cold To Skinny Dip ”

There was absolutely no way. Not a chance.

Even though the dark night sky was stretched out far above you, the shine from the moon and the stars was enough to make you stay on the sidelines.

You could see the silhouette of several of your team members jump into the lake, and you were so very thankful that you were sitting at a safe distance from them. Maybe, just maybe, they would forget that you were there and leave you alone…


God, no

Pietro zoomed over to you with his clothes still on (thank god). “Are you going to join everyone in the lake.”

He shook your head. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

You looked around and was horrified to discover that you were the only one who wasn’t in the lake. Or, as it seemed, other than Pietro you were also the only other person who was still wearing clothes.

“So?” Pietro questioned, tugging his shirt off. You blushed, yet he couldn’t see it. “Neither did anyone else.”

“I’m not skinny dipping, Pietro!”

He unbuckled his jeans then tugged them down. You could see the outline of his now almost-fully bare frame, and you swallowed.

God, even in the dark he is still so attractive!

He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair.

Scratch that. He’s always attractive, ESSPECIALLY in the dark.

“Y/N!” You heard Tony call from the waters, almost mockingly. “Are you going to be sitting alone this whole time, or join your teammates?”

“Leave me alone, Stark!” You shouted back, only earning a number of laughs from the lake.

“Why won’t you go in? I can go in with you, if that would make you more comfortable.” Pietro said in a softer tone, seeing that you didn’t like being made fun of. You weren’t overly insecure about your body, but you weren’t exactly willing to jump into a lake naked with an entire group of people either.

“No offense, but I think walking in with someone would make it worse.” You grumbled while pulling at the hem of your shirt nervously.

You heard him sigh, then come up and sit next to you. The moonlight reflected on him just right, allowing you to see his nicely toned body and beautifully colored skin. The only thing he had on was his blue boxers. You swallowed.

“Why won’t you go in?” He asked, repeating his question from before.

“Because, I don’t really love the idea of everyone seeing me in my birthday suit.”

“Why?” Pietro asked, baffled. “You are gorgeous!”

You felt a blush spread from your neck up to your cheeks.

“Come on.” Pietro said, standing suddenly in front of you, taking your hands in his. “We’re going in.”

“No, Pietro–”

Please?” Pietro looked at you with the largest eyes you had ever seen, you could practically see the stars twinkle in them.

Your hormones were rioting against you and your brain melted into mush.

“Well, I, uh…” One look in Pietro’s eyes made you crumble. You sighed in defeat. "Fine.“

Pietro scooped you up in his arms and ran you over to the tree that was closest to the lake shore. "Change behind here, okay?”

You nodded silently. You gingerly slipped your clothes off and folded them neatly, placing them on the grass beneath your toes. You gathered up as much pride as you could get and called upon every ounce of courage that you had.

You saw that everyone else was splashing around and jumping in and out of the lake, making the situation a little more casual than you had thought.

You quickly made your way to the waters and slipped in, finding immediate comfort when the waters covered everything from right above your breasts down.

You saw Pietro zoom from behind the trees a ways away and jump into the lake, which was followed by many ripples of water making its way over to you. You squeaked because of how cold it was.

“Is that Y/N?” Tony said from a few feet away. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, lay off Stark.” Pietro said, coming between you two. “Let her skinny dip in peace.”

You shivered as a breeze came by, lifting your wet hair from your shoulders. You crossed your arms over your chest to try to keep warm. "It was a bad idea to come in here, it’s freezing!“

"I could warm you up…” Pietro said flirtatiously, and you rolled your eyes, though secretly the idea appealed to you.

“Not in a million years, Speedy.”

“Do you want to get out and get dried off?” Pietro asked, genuinely concerned about your chattering teeth.

“Y-yeah.” You muttered. “I feel guilty, you spent all this time convincing me to get in–”

“Forget about it.” Pietro said, smiling. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

You bit your lip. “Okay, but how do I get out of here and to my clothes without anyone seeing me naked?”

Pietro looked at you confused, but you just pointed to where your clothes were by the tree. Steve and Bruce were already dried off and dressed, they were talking right next t the stack of clothes.

“Oh.” Pietro said. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get them.”

Pietro ran fast enough that no one saw him in his nude form and snatched your clothes and a towel then brought it to you.

He reappeared in front of you a moment later, fully clothes and holding what you needed in his hands.

Smiling gratefully at him, you said, “You’re going to have to turn around now, okay?”

He just nodded and turned his back towards you with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. He looked like your own personal body guard.

You wrapped the towel around yourself and stepped out of the water. You felt a little more at ease about changing because you knew that Pietro was watching out for your and anyone who may come along.

The first thing you did was drop the towel at your feet, then you clipped on your bra and slipped on your underwear. Almost out of instinct, you looked over your shoulder at the tall white-haired Avenger, and you let out an audible gasp when you saw his blue eyes scanning your form up and down. You knew it was dark, but from where you both were it was clear enough with the stars and moon shinning down for him to see you in full detail.

He spun around and began to whistle as if he hadn’t seen anything.

((I’m sorry, I know I’ve been saying this a lot, but I’m not sure if I like hoe this one turned out. It’s really late and I am so tired XD I really hope you all liked it, tell me what you think!))

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request: can i get an imagine about how owen got all jealous during the i.rex chase because y/n was taking care of zach because he was hurt and owen wasnt liking the attention she was giving him, can it be all cute at the end and all that and can owen show his alpha side btw your writing is soooo goooood

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-Need To Know You’re Mine-

“No!” You screamed. The chaos was unbearable. Everywhere you looked was fire and screaming mothers and fathers. The I.Rex had made it into the front of the park sooner then expected. People scattered when she broke through the gates. Taller then a T Rex and by far more frightening. Blood dripped from her mouth from the previously taken life. Her orange eyes seemed to be glowing from the excitement. This is what she had been waiting for, a chance to prove what she was made off. Killing off a few dinosaurs was easy but thousands of running people; it was just too much fun.
She swung her tail, tearing down building with people inside. She stepped, grabbed and ate people with ease. Blood splattered the ground, corpses lay there watching you like you could have saved them.
“(Y/N)! Let’s go! We need to find Owen!” Zach yelled. You had zoned out and left yourself vulnerable in the open. But when you came too your body froze. It was all too much. Your heart pounded and your feet wouldn’t move. You could feel Zachs arms around you trying to pull you along.
“UGH” You watched Zach fall to the ground with a pterodactyl screaming oh his back. Without thinking you pulled your backpack over your shoulder and swung as hard as you could into the pterodactyls side. It let our a deafening noise and raised its wings towards you. You swung again sending it a few feet away. It landed with a loud thud and then flew off.
“Oh my god Zach…” You pushed him over so he was lying on his back. You could see blood starting to puddle around him. “Grey, grey listen to me.” You pleaded with his crying brother. “We need to get him into a building with a first aid kit. I need you to help me carry him.” Gray nodded and wiped his face before leaning over his brothers feel and helping you life him up.
You swerved around running people. occasionally bumping into one which made Zach moan in pain.
“Hold on.” You told him.
You finally made it into a shack that would usually sell drinks and placed him down on the ground gently. You turned him on his side so you could get a good view of his back.
“Get me the first aid kit off the wall” You ordered Gray. You tore off Zachs shirt careful not to hit his skin. A long gash ran all the was down his back and it was deep. Gray handed you the first aid kit and you quickly took out the rubbing alcohol.
“Okay… Zach this is going to hurt.”  You poured it down his back and he let out  a scream. You cleaned and bandaged his wound and made sure it had stopped the bleeding.
“Okay, I think you’ll be okay…” You sighed. You leaned down and put your hands around his face and placed your forehead on his. “Please be okay.” You whispered.
“Are you guys okay?” Owen came running up. He looked down at you out of breath with a look of confusion on his face. You sat upright and smiled.
“Yeah, I think we’re okay.” You ran a hand through Zachs hair to comfort him. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah…” He said quietly.
“You don’t sound alright.”
“Let’s just get out of here.” Owen turned away.
You had managed, with the help of Gray, to get Zach into the control room where he would be safe. You told Gray to stay and watch after his brother while Owen and yourself would get rid of the I.Rex.  
You both stepped into the elevator and the door closed slowly in front of you.
“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” You looked at Owen. Blood had dripped down the side of this face from a cut on his forehead. Dirt covered his body and his hair was drenched in sweat.
“All that matters is that Zach is okay.” He mumbled. You smiled.
“Are you jealous I was taking care of Zach?”
“It looked like you were doing more than taking care of him.” He crossed his arms and leaned up against the back of the elevator.
The dirt and sweat outlined his muscles making him look intimidating, but you knew better.
“Oh Owen.” You stepped in from of him and put your hands on his arms. “You know I’d do the same for you.”
“Yeah, but I want it to only be for me.” He looked into your eyes and his muscles softened a bit.
“Fine, "You laughed. "You’ll be the only one I care for. Even if there’s a giant, mutant dinosaur causing havoc.”
“I just need to know you’re mine.” He placed his hand on your cheek and you shyly looked away blushing. “Eye’s on me, Princess.”
You looked into his green eyes and saw him smile. He leaned down and his dirt covered lips made contact with yours. You loved it. His lips were warm and soft and made your heart swell. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his hair. His hands ran down your back gently making you shiver.
You finally broke apart when the elevator doors opened.
“Ready to kick dino ass?” You asked. His grin said it all.

“Y/N, please listen to me.” You scoffed and kept walking. He had kept pestering you since the last hunt because you were almost killed. 

“Cas, I don’t need a babysitter alright. You don’t have to keep following me around.” 

“I care about you too much to let you get yourself killed!” He was persistent, but still you rolled your eyes.

“You can’t protect me forever, y’know?” 

“I’ll watch over you, Y/N. Forever.”

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