wake up feeling cold, so cold that you’re almost shivering. Your head hurts and despite the fact that you slept all
night, you feel like you haven’t slept in days. You look over to your boyfriend to see that he’s still fast asleep. Lifting his arm, you scoot closer to him, hoping to steal some of his warmth, but it doesn’t help. You still feel cold.
You needed another couple of days away from work. You’ve barely been back from your days off and you’ve already had enough of the drama. SHIELD used to be such a ‘boring’ place to work! That’s what you loved about it, there wasn’t much of the usual office relationship drama. That is until you allowed yourself to fall for Bucky. Everything went downhill from there.
You tried working from home but there was only so much you could do. There were classified data to be examined and SHIELD’s network had extra security software to make sure this information didn’t leak; you couldn’t risk handling that kind of intel outside a secure server. So as much as you wanted to stay in bed in your pyjamas watching Netflix you now had to get up and go to work. Yeah, it was not a prospect you were looking forward to but let’s be honest here – broken heart is not a real injury. You can’t pull a sickie because of that.
Hello! This is my first fic (and, to be honest, I’m not very good at tumblr) so any feedback will be much appreciated! I’m not really sure about ideal length so this is just more of a test. I wrote this since I’m a Brit through and through so obvs George is one of my fav characters in Hamilton!
You had married George about a year ago. For a while, your life was bliss. You had a husband who loved you and showered you in whatever you desired (not that you’d ever actually request anything). You loved each other, and that was all that mattered. However, your ‘loyal’ subjects did’t see it that way. You were born and raised a commoner. Obviously, your courtship and marriage had caused quite a fuss, particularly within certain elitist circles, but George quickly ordered them to quieten their mouths.
Only, recently, the gossip had started up again. Maybe you had broken some kind of etiquette? Maybe you had offended someone? All you knew was that it was back, and worse than ever. When they thought you weren’t listening, they called you a 'whore who’d spread her legs for anyone, as long as they had money’. They accused you of sorcery, bewitching the king and clouding his judgement. Many of the comments were in a similar vain, spoken by nobles who were jealous that you had managed to catch the King’s eye. They didn’t affect you nearly as much as the other comments did.
“She’ll never be fit to be Queen”. “She’s a distraction”. “She’d never have the courage nor the intelligence to make any real decisions”. “She’s nothing more than a pretty face”.
Every word pierced your heart. They attacked one of your worst insecurities. Sure, you’d never had a formal education but you had read your father’s books and taught yourself everything you needed to know. You had learned through sheer tenacity and force of will, and ended up with knowledge that rivals even your husband’s. But, you weren’t raised to rule. You didn’t know the ins and outs of high society. You just tried your hardest and hoped for the best. Still, the fact that people thought you weren’t good enough upset you more than it should have.
“My love, what troubles you?” asked George, seeing an expression of worry mar your beautiful face. “George, I need you to answer this honestly”. “What is it dear?” he said, feeling slightly apprehensive as to what affected you this much. “Am I a burden?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.
After saying it out loud, it seemed like everything came crashing down. What if they were right? What if you were a burden - useless to George and the country? What if he hates you? What if it was all pity and he never truly loved you?
You couldn’t stop the tears streaming down your face or the sobs escaping your lips.
You found yourself encapsulated by his arms. He cradled you close, with your head resting on his chest, his slightly musky scent tickling your nose. This was the feeling of safety, of warmth. The feeling of home. He just held you there in a protective cocoon.
“Shh, you silly girl. Dry those tears” he said, drying your eyes with his robe. “Whatever could have given you that idea?” “I-I’m sorry. I ju-just.” You hiccuped and broke down again, the horrible words still swimming in your mind. “Shh, my sweet. I’ll be here as long as you need me”. “Sorry, I’m useless. Pathetic. Weak.” you mumbled, as you tried to pull away from him. He held you tighter.
“Look at me” he demanded. You managed to pull away this time, avoiding his eye contact and mumbling some sort of excuse. “Look. At. Me.” he demanded, more forcefully this time. He put his thumb under your chin, lifting it so that your eyes met. You stared into his captivating blue eyes, a feeling of guilt bubbling up. His eyes softened. “What am I going to do with you?” he sighed. “[Y/N], I love you so much, can’t you see that? I would move the heavens for you”. At this, he stole a sweet kiss.
“Please, what’s gotten into you?” “I-I heard some pe-people talking about m-me”. Your voice wavered and you lost the courage to go on. “What did they say?” He spoke softly and comfortingly, trying to coax you to go on. You told him everything you had heard. Every last insult, mean comment and snide remark. “Oh [Y/N]” he whispered, as he held you close. “You didn’t need to face this alone. I’m here. I’ll always be here. Please, speak to me next time.” “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you or waste your time.” you stuttered. “My sweet, I would give up my entire kingdom if it meant your happiness”. He smiled as you blushed prettily under his intense gaze. “B-but all those people said-” “Never mind what they said. You are what’s most important to me. What do those people know?” he whispered.
Then, upon the realisation that it was his subjects that caused this, his gaze hardened and sparked with anger. “Who are these people who dares cause you such grief? I will execute them immediately!” His eagerness to jump to your defense warmed your heart. “George, it’s fine. Drop it. It’s just people in the court gossiping”. “But, my love-” “It’s fine George. Yes, their words hurt. Yes, I won’t forget them. Yes, they were horrible and uncalled for, but it was just gossip. Nothing more, nothing less. We can’t convict them on human nature. Just let it go, for me?” “How did I ever convince someone like you to be my wife?” he asked in awe. “You’re just plain amazing, you know that right?” “George.” you said, exasperated at his attempt to sidetrack you. “Ok, I promise I won’t do anything. For you, my sweet, I give my word.”
“But seriously, can’t I chop a couple of heads off?” “George.” “Sorry, dear.” and the King of England, ruler of millions, meekly complied.
Hello just a little note before you dive into this fic, first of all, it came out a LOT longer than I expected. So if you read the whole thing I will be eternally grateful. <3 Secondly, this is pure fluff because I just really needed to see Sherlock getting taken care of after TLD. I hope it’s not OOC. Any feedback is appreciated.
Much love. <3
(Also if you have any Adlock requests please send them to me because I am dying to write more.)
innocent enough text, he supposed.
that, it burned a hole in Sherlock’s pocket.
couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially after what John had told him. Yes,
he’d texted Irene before, but never with the intentions of actually seeing her. It was only a distraction.
Something to keep his mind off of whatever was taking place in the present.
[Notes; A lovely little anon requested this dime from me, a while back. Any feedback would be much appreciated!]
“Tama, stop!” Echoed through backstage as the 6'0" golden islander lifted me above his head as if I were nearly a wooden plank. I wasn’t afraid of heights, I just didn’t like six-foot. I wobbled, trying to balance myself as he set me on his right shoulder. I sat like a child on a high tree branch, supporting myself. “You’re a champion! You deserve to sit so high up! You’re a queen now, (Y/N)! Queen of the Bullet Club!”
“Queen of the Bullet Club!” Fale, Cole, and both Jackson’s repeated- fists high in the air. “Tonga, let her down.” Omega forfeited. “What, are you jealous.. (Y/N)’s legs on my shoulder’s, and not yours?” Tama replied, spinning us both around- sticking his tongue out. My jaw dropped as I looked down onto his face. Did he just say that? I couldn’t help but smile. Tama’s sense of humor was one of the best. “Put. Me. Down.” I almost only mouthed, being so quiet.
Tama scooped me up, somehow in bridal-style, and set me to my feet- slapping my ass on the way down. “Tonga!” “Okay, okay. Sorry.” A smile crept over his face. Sorry, my ass. “(Y/N)! Let me grab you a drink tonight, to celebrate, your highness.” Adam curtsied, as you would a higher-up. “Enough with that,” I chuckled. “Bucks? Wanna come?”
“Drinks on Adam? Hell yeah we wanna come.” Nick threw out. “No, I didn’t offer..” Adam tried before Matt “Drinks on Adam, everybody!”. Our crew cheered through the hallway, rowdy as always, leaving me behind. Me, and Kenny.
“You coming?” I asked as the boys left, Kenny obviously not following. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled behind his shades. He still had his leather jacket and glasses on from his promo. “They love you.” Kenny finally spoke, as he stride next to me. “And you don’t?” I bounced, side-eyeing and sarcastically. He scoffed. Good, he caught that. “Of course, I do.” Kenny finished, throwing his arm over my shoulder as we walked.
Our booth was tight. Tight and tiny. Sat Matt, Nick, Tama, Kenny, Cole, and I. Six people. Five being giant, muscled men. I had never seen so much testosterone so close together before. “A booth, Nick? A booth?” I had to yell, over the blaring music. Nick managed to get his shoulders up to shrug, almost taking out his brother and Tama. Adam leaned into my ear, sliding his hand over my thigh. “It is a little cramped in here. You wanna go dance?” Cole sang directly into my eardrum, if we were any closer someone would tell us to get a room.
Music blasted through the bar and Adam took full advantage. I will admit he was smooth about it. Hands fell to my hips, and he pulled me into his chest. He spoke into my ear. I almost couldn’t tell if he were making a move, or seriously just trying to speak over the music. “I’m proud of you, you know?” Removing himself from my neck- almost, he looked into my eyes with his. God, those blue eyes. It was my favorite feature of my friend. “Thank you.” I blushed.
My eyes shot back to the table. Nick and Matt were playing a game of five-finger fillet with a butter knife. Children. Tama was finishing his bottle and Kenny.. Kenny was scowling. At me. At me? At us? At me. I felt my eyebrows scrunch, sending him a wordless message. Kenny’s eyebrows shot upward, as if he were offended. He scoffed and grabbed his bottle. “What’s his deal?” I snaked into Adam’s ear, never taking my eyes off of Kenny. “I don’t know, (Y/N). He’s had something up his ass the past couple of days.” He didn’t even look. I jolted my view back to the blues. “How’d you know I meant Kenny?” Adam could only return a knowing look.
Kenny grabbed the butter knife from Matt’s hand as he stood, pulling his hoodie from the stack of jackets in the seat. “Hey!” Matt yelled, instinctively. “You need those to wrestle.” Kenny pointing the utensil to Nick before chucking it onto the table top. “I’m taking a leak, and I’m leaving.” He pulled his wallet, throwing a bill or two where the knife laid. “We just got here.” Tama chimed. “Don’t care.”
Adam and I watched on but couldn’t define what was said, only the mood. Kenny took a few steps and I patted Adam’s chest. “Give me a minute.” Adam retracted his hands from my hips, letting me go. I excused my way through the crowd of people dancing. “Omega!” I called out, to be responded with a “Leave me alone.” He pushed the men’s restroom door open with his palm.
“(Y/N), this is a men’s restroom. Get out.” Calm and collected, as always. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong with you.” I checked each stall to make sure no one was accompanying us before throwing the safety latch on the bathroom door. “Nothing’s wrong. I just have to piss.” God, he was so bad at lying to me. “Bullshit.” “I don’t have to piss?” He questioned, turning his back to face the urinal, unzipping his pants. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He exhaled deeply as a steady stream hit the porcelain. “Ken..” “Ahhhh. Can’t hear you, (Y/N).”
“Damn, I thought the Bucks were childish.” His head snapped in my direction. “Take. That back.” My eyes rolled. I unlatched the lock, leaving him behind.
“Everything okay?” Adam asked, a few paces from the door. “Wait, did you just come from the bathroom?” His thumb faced the door. “He doesn’t want to talk to me.” “Come with me.” Adam grabbed my hand, pulling me back to the floor. Naturally, his hands found themselves back to where they were a few minutes before- and his mouth. “What do you say we get out of here? I’ll take your mind off Omega.” Instantly, I cried an “Adam!”.
“Whaat!? Come on.. It wouldn’t be the first time.” he pulled back, smiling. “Something’s wrong with your best friend.. and you’re thinking about that?” His head rolled. “I can’t believe you right now. See the guys get home, safely.”
Nothing felt better than opening my own front door after tonight.. Just to have that mood ruined by tripping over Matt’s jacket in the foyer. “Matt!” I found myself cursing his name. God, it’s time for bed. A bottle of water was calling my name- first, right into the kitchen. Cracking open the seal, I heard three thuds against my door. Adam, I swear to fucking God if that’s you. Fired and ready to fight, I stomped to the front door- slinging it open. “Let it go, Adam. It doesn’t mean anything!” I screamed, with closed eyes.
My eyes pried open, trying to recollect the words spilling from my mouth. “Ken. What’re you doing here?” And.. just like before, in the hall, he didn’t say anything- he only smiled. There weren’t any glasses, nor the signature leather. He wore the hoodie from an hour or so ago, hood up this time. It was lightly beading raindrops. His two-toned curls sprung from the material, almost into his eyes.
Slightly damp fingers found themselves caressing my jawline, sliding along until they found they’re way to the back of my head. Kenny leaned forward in the slowest way possible, almost asking for permission. If you want this to stop, now’s your chance. His lips skimmed mine, still waiting for an answer. It wasn’t until I pushed forward did he know it was okay. He pulled away, licking his lips.
He was still the hero, the savior. He was still always looked at to take charge and solve everyone’s problems. He still felt like he wasn’t good enough, like he could always do something more, be something more. He still felt obligated to drop everything to help someone else, yet never thought to maybe take a break for a while to help himself. He was still damaged.
Harry was beginning to grow tired and having to live up to everyone’s expectations, though. He was sick of only ever being looked at as the Savior of the Wizarding World, The Chosen One, or any other titles people came up with for him. No one ever saw passed that. No one ever wanted to see who he really was. No one wanted to get to know Harry, just Harry.
He found it funny, actually. When he was young, he wanted to be anyone but Harry. He didn’t want to be the ordinary boy who lived in the cupboard under the stairs. He wanted to be something more, something special. But now, well the tables really have turned. He would give anything to go back and just be a normal wizard, rather than the one who had the responsibility of saving the world placed upon his shoulders at the measly age of eleven. He never truly got to enjoy his child, or his life, for that matter, and he still has yet to be able to do so.
All Harry wanted was to settle down with someone who loved him, truly loved him, and to be happy. He knew that wasn’t likely, though. He knew people only ever wanted to be with because of who he was, his reputation, his fame. He used to go out on dates, tried to find that person who really just enjoyed him, but he gave up when he realized he was searching in vain. No one cared about who he really was. Many of them just wanted to get in bed with him, to brag about the fact that they shagged the Savior of the Wizarding World, but Harry wouldn’t stand for that. He wouldn’t allow himself to be disrespected like that. So he just kind of stopped dating altogether.
He tried not to be bitter about it. Really, he did. But it was just so hard sometimes. It was so hard to watch people living their lives, being happy, not being forced to conform to how society wanted to mold them. It just wasn’t fair. After everything he had done, didn’t he deserve that? Just the smallest sliver of joy and contentment? Didn’t he deserve a break? Didn’t he deserve to have someone who loved him for him? Didn’t he deserve to be left alone for once in his life, to be able to go out and not be hounded by the press or have desperate men and women throwing themselves at him?
Harry thought he deserved that. To just taste a bit of real happiness. But he was still waiting. Waiting for when someone would come along and show him that it was okay to feel this way, to want to be happy, and to give him that happiness.
He had tried. Tried to make himself happy. But he just couldn’t. It was so hard, especially when he was just alone with his thoughts. But the idea of having someone who accepted his demons and still loved him gave him hope for happiness. It may not be close, but he hoped that one day he could find that person who would bring out the best in him, the Harry in him, rather than the Savior.
Prompt: Uh… None. I’m still new to this whole thing.
Warnings: Like, two curse words. Lin curses a lot in his interviews, so he curses here, too. Summary: You and Lin have grown distant over the years, leading to unfortunate feelings of loneliness. After returning to New York for a job interview, an unexpected encounter leads to a surprising reconciliation. Word count: 1,900 (Wow. 0.o) Notes: This is my first posted fic, so I really hope you all like it! Please give any and all feedback, I would appreciate it very much! I know @secretschuylersister said that what she got to read was good, so I hope the rest of it lives up to her expectations!
OH GOSH I AM SO NOT READY TO POST THIS
HERE WE GO
The window’s view flashed by faster than your eyes could follow, mixing into a blur of pictures and scenes of local life. Huge buildings towered on the horizon, nearing closer every time you looked up. A deep breath in. A deep breath out. There were few things you had experienced more nerve-wracking than this particular train ride back to your hometown. Even with a very promising job on the line, (y/n) was reluctant to travel home. She’d eventually end up running into an old family friend or schoolmate, which wasn’t all that nerve-wracking. What made this journey anxiety-inducing was the prospect of meeting him.
You hadn’t seen him in over a decade, and conversation had obviously not been much of a priority to him since you left. The two of you had been best friends at one point, and you still had no idea what happened between you.
Oh yeah, fame and fortune happened.
You and Lin had grown up in the same neighborhood, and your parents were close friends. It was inevitable that the two of you would be forced to spend time with each other, no matter how much both of you resisted. After nearly a year of the two of you avoiding one another, a mutual love of theatre brought you into a careful friendship. From there, the relationship blossomed. The two of you had spent every moment possible together, reenacting scenes from Rent or singing a very out-of-tune rendition of Wicked. You would trust Lin with your life, and he would trust you with his. Of course, while Lin fell deeper into camaraderie, you had fallen deeper into love. Despite your best efforts to suppress it, a fluttering and delicate crush began to take root in your mind, until all you thought about was his goofy smile and stunningly kind words. Your years of schooling past by quickly, lost in a blur of tests and exams. The end of Senior year arrived faster than either of you could ever imagine.
Much to your dismay, Lin was going to Wesleyan, a liberal arts university in Connecticut. You, however, had been accepted to Phillip Merrill, a journalism school in Maryland. You would be far from your best friend and your hometown, leaving you feeling alone and helpless. Lin, of course, promised that he would talk with you whenever possible, updating you on the nature of his life. You pledged to do the same.
First semester went smoothly. Constant conversation, and good grades. Eventually, ‘whenever possible’ turned into 'whenever convenient’. You talked less and less, seeing as both of you were drowning in heaping piles of schoolwork. That never deterred your friendship. Lin’s creative genius never ceased to astound you in every way. He would share ideas with you when he could, looking for your approval before he deemed the idea worth acting on.
It made you feel good, to know that you were still an important part of his life.
Slowly but surely, your small role in his world diminished until you were nothing but a fond reminder of childhood that was off in some other part of the country. Your unrequited feelings began to flicker out as well, but you still smiled every time you saw his name in the news.
He was in the news quite often, after all.
In The Heights, a work of genius, had finally made its way onto Broadway. Journalism jobs were few and far between, so when the opportunity to write an eight-page cover story on a hit Broadway musical popped up, you took it without second thought.
That second thought, however, probably would have been that you would have to interview a certain Lin-Manuel Miranda to get the story done.
Shaking yourself out of reminiscence, you looked up to find the dreary view quickly changing to the busy hubbub of a train station. Gathering the bag you had packed for your week’s stay, you merged into the crowd streaming outside. A cacophony of sounds hit your ears almost immediately, but you knew from experience it was nothing compared to what awaited you in the streets of New York. You took another deep breath in. Out. Although nighttime was fast approaching and you had an early morning ahead, muscle memory guided your feet to your favorite hole-in-the-wall.
It was a little book shop that had survived on you and Lin’s purchases alone for a few years, and the owner greeted you warmly when you stepped into the familiar room. You returned the welcome with a kind smile and a hug, telling him that you were back home for a week on a business endeavor.
The two of you talked for a bit, discussing books and catching up on a decade of missed conversation. He was talking animatedly about a recent encounter with a rather rude customer when the bell that signaled a new arrival chimed. You turned around, ready to greet this stranger with a smile and a firm handshake. You were instead faced with a scenario you hadn’t been prepared to struggle through until tomorrow.
A disheveled and sleep-deprived Lin stood in the doorway, staring at you in shock.
The owner, who’s name was Luis, called for Lin to shut the still-swinging door. He did so with robotic movements, face still frozen in a mask of surprise. Time seemed to freeze. You had trouble drawing in a breath deep enough to merit proper brain function, which wasn’t very helpful in this current situation.
Scenes of your childhood began to play through your mind, memories of Lin rushing forward with a fresh wave of pain. Seeing his face reopened a wound you weren’t ready to address yet. You drew in a deep, very shaky breath.
Luis, bless his soul, was able to detect the tension and scurried safely into a back room to escape the awkward conversation that would inevitably take place. You, however, did not have that luxury. Deciding to break the enveloping silence, you offered a very unsure-sounding “Hi.”
Lin was still in a state of shock. “Hey.” His eyes began to shift around the room, looking at everything but you.
“So,” you began. “Ready for your interview tomorrow?”
He laughed and loosened up considerably. It took him only a few seconds before he stiffened up once again. “How did you know about that? It’s going to be for a small magazine, and it’s not anything…” He trailed off, finally understanding that you were the interviewer. You surmised he had forgotten that you had gone to get a degree in journalism. You assumed he had forgotten a lot of things since you left, actually.
The awkward atmosphere having made its return, Lin started averting his eyes again. You sighed in frustration, clearly fed up with his dancing on eggshells.
“Look. We stopped talking. I get it. You were too busy with fame and fortune to talk to an old friend. That’s alright.” You sounded bitter and resentful, despite the thousands of times you had imagined this exact encounter. Another breath and you had enough emotional integrity to continue without crying. “Let’s just get this over with, okay? I’ll pretend I’m the interviewer, you’re being interviewed, and we don’t know each other. It’ll be fine.”
You didn’t know if you were assuring yourself or Lin, but it wasn’t working. You muttered another “Yeah, It’ll be fine…” underneath your breath, even when you were clearly not fine. When you looked back at him, he was slack-jawed and open-mouthed. You had tears in your eyes. “Look, I’m sorry. Taking this job was stupid. I’ll go back and have them send someone else. Tell Luis I said bye.” You nearly jogged to get past Lin and out of the store, tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. It took less than a moment for him to spring into action, and before you knew it warm arms were holding you back from the door, clutching you close.
You cried. Hard.
He wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, holding you despite your efforts to get away. You finally gave in, leaving tear stains on his shirt. Lin held you even closer, rubbing your upper back in a gesture of comfort. It wasn’t very comforting. When you looked at his face again, he smiled. You began to profusely apologize and tried to dislodge yourself from his arms. He, thankfully, held on. Quieting your apologies, he almost giggled.
Lin. Giggled. He giggled.
You, probably more out of delirium than hilarity, began to giggle too. He erupted into a full-blown laugh, making you giggle even harder. You might have even snorted once or twice. He quieted and stared at you with adoration.
“God (y/n), you really thought that was why I stopped talking to you? Did you really think you would ever become unimportant to me?” You nodded sheepishly, temporarily assured that a lack of three years correspondence was nothing more than a mishap. He put his hand to his forehead, mumbling a string of curses under his breath. The only one you heard clearly was “I can’t believe I’m actually gonna say this out loud…” Which didn’t sound very reassuring at the moment. He sighed and looked at you, still smiling.
“Look, (y/n). I have fallen hopelessly in love with my best friend. She is funny, smart, kind, and beautiful in each and every way. I put off talking to her for three long years because I was so fucking afraid that she’ll reject me. I’m still really fucking afraid of that.” Lin shook his head, losing his smile. “Shit. Just, forget that. I’ll, uh, leave now…”
You didn’t think. You probably should have. The last thought running through your mind was 'Screw it.’, or something along those lines. Then again, most of your decisions have ended with a defeated 'Screw it.’
Instinct caused you to tug on his arm, pulling him back around to face you. It was probably recklessness that made you grab his face and pull him in for a kiss.
He stood in shock, unable to move. You continued nonetheless, confident now that you were sure of his feelings. Lin’s hands quickly found their way into your hair, pulling you closer to him.
This was nice. Unexpected, nonetheless, but nice.
After a minute of this wonderful experience, the two of you were forced to part because of humanity’s unfortunate need for oxygen. Right now, you needed him. Lin was still in shock, breathless despite the kiss’s chasteness. You laughed. So did he. It felt like you were teenagers again, laughing off a blunder in class with books and show tunes. It felt good. So, so good. So, so right. The two of you migrated to your favorite chairs in the corner of the store, comfortably sitting in your childhood thrones. Grinning like an idiot, you posed a very important question.
“So, ready for your interview yet?”
“Definitely. That is if you’ll be there to see me?” Lin responded playfully, knowing very well that the two of you would probably arrive at the meeting place together, coffees in hand.
“Hm, that depends. I’ll have to rearrange my schedule, but I’ll see what I can do.” Awkwardness long gone, the two of you engaged in comforting banter. Of course, you each snuck a few kisses in between sentences, but that’s beside the point.
The reader is away for Memorial Day weekend and Bucky misses her.
Note: I haven’t done much creative writing in a while, so any constructive feedback is appreciated! Happy
(belated) Memorial Day!
Want another beer?” Tony asked, gesturing to the open fridge. Bucky shook his
head and waved his hand. “No thanks, I’m good.” Tony shrugged, muttering a
“Suit yourself” as he opened another can and took a swig as he strolled out of
the kitchen. Bucky let out a sigh once he had gone, his fingers gently grasping
the now empty beer can on the table in front of him. He knew it shouldn’t
bother him so much, it being only a few days since she left, but he missed her.
(I could not make a good summary of this for the life of me, but I promise it’s
better than this one sentence) Sam and the Reader have been together for quite
some while. Maybe it’s time to take the next step?
This is my entry for @scarygoodfanfics Sam Winchester Birthday Challenge. My prompt was “I love you and I always have”. Tags are
at the bottom. Any and all feedback would be much appreciated <3
Hella fluff, then hella angst, major character death.
for the little white nob on the beige walls of the war room, dimming the lights
as much as possible as to let the two long candles in the middle of the table
illuminate what they could. Pulling out his phone from his front pocket, he hastily
checked the time to make sure everything was in place before you got back from
your grocery run; he expected you back any minute. As he fixed the rose on the
placemat he set out for you for the hundredth time, he heard the creaky metal
door swing open, making him straighten his back and fix his hair. As you
strolled through the foyer and with a big brown bag of fruits, veggies, and
drinks, you noticed Sam standing in the entryway to the war room, his face
adorned with a soft smile that made his dimples prominent.
beautiful”, he greeted you as he grabbed your waist with one hand and pulled your
face to his with his other after taking the brown bag and placing it on the
did you do?!” You accused jokingly, slamming your lips back with his as your
hands found their way to his hair as if by reflex. That was one of the first
things you fell for when you first met him years ago. That and his smile of
course, but you loved his soft luscious locks, you loved running your hand
through his hair, whenever you cuddled, whenever you goofed off, and especially
when you made love.
pulled away, he grabbed your hand and led you to the beautifully adorned table.
Two long candles of different lengths were held in shiny silver candle holders.
Surrounding the candles were little pinkish-white blossoms, your favorites. He
even set out two placemats; you didn’t even know you owned them. The placemats
were set up with a giant round porcelain plates, and on your plate was a
blooming red rose, surrounded by the finest cutlery. You always knew Sam was a
romantic but to set up a beautiful dinner date in the middle of a
world-in-crisis situation, that’s true love. Not a day went by you didn’t thank
your lucky stars you found such a strong yet gentle, loving yet fierce man like
Sam catered a full three course meal, all with your favorites. By the time
dessert rolled around, you thought you were going to explode. But Sam knew your
weakness; there was no way you’d turn down a triple chocolate lava cake. You pierced
the side of the chocolate cake, splitting it down the center, letting the gooey
dark liquid flow down the sides. You could feel yourself salivating at the beautiful
sight. Just as you were about to dig your fork in to grab a piece, you saw a
sparkle in the chocolate lava, making you gasp.
been months since Sam sacrificed himself to bring the apocalypse to end, but
the pain of losing the love of your life hasn’t subsided in the least. Every
hunt was just an excuse to not think about Sam, but one day, you stumble upon
something that turns your entire world upside down.
A/N: This is
one of my entries for @percussiongirl2017 Finally Legal challenge. My song was In the End by Linkin Park. Tags are at
the bottom. Any and all feedback is much appreciated. <3
heard this song in over a decade, but it instantly brought you back to the
not-so-bad days when the only thing you’d be up crying about was your boyfriend
Mark cheating on you, the day before you had to take an algebra test.
I had to fall,
To lose it all,
But in the end,
It doesn’t even matter…
being in your early thirties, having experienced what you had, the lyrics just
resonated differently with you. You speed away down the open back road from
your worst nightmare as Chester Bennington’s voice blasted from the speakers of
your dark green 1969 Dodge Charger.
It had only
been a few months since Sam sacrificed himself to bring the apocalypse to an
end, but the past few months had felt like an entire lifetime of hell. Before
Sam said yes to being Lucifer’s vessel, you finally confessed how you deeply in
love with him you had been since you first met him. You spilled your guts to
him, telling him how brave he was and how you admired him for doing the right
thing, breaking into tears realizing that you were about to lose the love of
your life. You had no idea that Sam would return your sentiment and for hours,
you just layed there with him as he held you to his chest for the last time.
I seriously considered putting this in two parts but fuck it here’s the whole thing. I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update but I worked so freaking hard on this so any feedback is much appreciated! Much love to anyone who reads and enjoys this! Xx
I apologize for not proofreading this, I just really wanted to get something out to you guys.