because she loves sam it's not like she requested or something

This Is War [4]
Request: jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny (Again, wasn’t sure if this was an ACTUAL request, but I thought it would be fun as one :p)


Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1328

Warnings: It’s a little boring maybe? This fic is developing by itself now.. 

 A/N: Holy!! The amount of support you guys are giving for this fic is amazing!! Thank you so much for reading and for all the likes and comments! Feedback is definitely what keeps me going, so thank you, so much!! 

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First Day of School

Characters: Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Words: 1500

Tags: @evyiione@fabulouslycassie, @daughters-and-winsisters, @darkestgrungeuniverse, @samanddeanshotsis, @winchesters-favorite-girl

A/N: Decided I wanted to post something more innocent/less angsty after that last fic :)

Originally posted by deanimagines67

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Dean stood outside of the classroom, your hand in Dean’s much larger one. Other kids and their parents poured into the room which walls were dressed in drawings and colorful posters of the alphabet. It was the start of the school year, and unsurprisingly it was also the first day of a new school for the both of you.

”You ready?” Dean asked as he looked down at you, and his green eyes was met by your round ones.

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Take It or Leave It - Part 2

OMG I AM SCREAMING! I RECEIVED SUCH POSISTIVE FEED BACK AND SO MANY TAG LIST REQUESTS! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!

Anyway, that aside, thank you so much for your incredible reaction to the first part and I hope that you really like this part!

And without further ado, let’s get into the second part! 

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“Stark, what the hell was that?!” Steve asked the second you were out of ear shot.

“Language.” Clint muttered but he went ignored

Sam snorted. “She’s like Sherlock and Dr Watson all in one.” 

“No. She’s Y/N. You can’t compare her to anyone else trust me.” Tony replied, completely unfazed by Steve’s outburst.

“She just came up here with convenient perfect timing, happened to bring Chinese with all of our favourites that we didn’t even know and can read people better than Romanoff and Buck? And you say she’s a lawyer?” Steve crossed his arms and took a few steps back. 

“It’s not my story to tell but for the record, she’s justified.” Tony was quick to defend you after years of loyalty.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Oh of course. Because you know all about ‘Bunny’, don’t you? And justified? She speaks 9 languages fluently, and is highly trained in Ballet, Gymnastics and Martial arts!” 

Bucky and Natasha shared an uneasy look. 

“For God’s sake, Rogers! What is your problem with the girl? She knew this case had a less than fifty percent chance of winning it yet here she is, ready to bust her ass to make sure your asses don’t end up in a maximum security prison that makes The Raft look like a five star hotel!” 

“We risk our lives constantly to help protect the world and now you’re telling us to put our trust in someone who is trained well enough to be one of us when we don’t even know her!” 

The tension in the room was thick and everyone was tense and ready to pounce the minute things headed south.

Tony stood up, slamming his glass on the table. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you to do! You can’t get yourself out of this mess on your own, admit it! You don’t know jack shit about the law whereas she knows it inside and out, back to front! The reason she’s speaks so many languages is because she enjoys being able to communicate with people in their own language! 

“But Latin, Tony! Who the hells speaks Latin nowadays?”  Steve threw his arms out in exasperation.

“I do.” Natasha piped up.

Bucky smirked. “So do I. And the population of the Vatican City does.”

“Well unless she represents the Pope it means nothing, Buck!”

Tony grinned. “Well, she doesn’t represent him but she does have his number.” 

“How the hell does she have the Pope’s number?” Sam butted in looking completely confused.

“Like I said, Pigeon; it’s Y/N.” 

“I don’t trust her in any way, shape or form.” Steve steered the derailed conversation back on track. 

“Captain Rogers. You don’t necessarily have to trust her, only her abilities.” Vision spoke for the first time since you had originally arrived. 

Steve took a look at everyone’s faces before storming out the room. 

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You woke up the next morning to papers strewn all across the duvet and you laptop tilted to the side, precariously balancing on your thigh. Groaning and sitting upright, you began mentally preparing yourself for the the day. Today was the day the team was going to have to fill out the paperwork to officially take you on as their attorney and you were going to have to deal with trying to get Steve to sign two documents, since he was the leader of the Avengers as well. 

The Avengers were a private organisation that therefore required even more paperwork to sign them on as your client. Jesus, you might just die today. 

First things first, breakfast. You silently set about your routine. You whipped your hair up into a bun quickly before applying a natural makeup look, every colour in the nudes apart from a rose tinted lipstick. You shook your hair out  and gently brushed it through; your hair was something you loved about yourself and took great pride in and hence you were very careful when you lightly curled it for the day. Opening the wardrobe, you took out a shirt and skirt that you had unpacked last night from your bag. Sliding into heels you set about gathering up your sheets and organising them into folders, snatching up the laptop and giving yourself a once over. 

Yep, you looked ready to take on whatever the day threw at you. 

You take that back. 

Upon entering the kitchen, you decided that you were going to need a raise. Clint was sat on top of the fridge watching the mayhem unravel with a smile. Natasha and Wanda were sat quietly to one side, Wanda showing Natasha something on her phone. Vision was sort of just hovering by them confused. Peter, Tony, Sam and Scott were in the midst of a very intense food fight. Steve was sat on the sofa to one side drawing, judging by his hand motions. Bruce wasn’t present yet. Rhodey was sat on one of the chairs to the side trying to stop the four but not really putting in effort and T’Challa was finishing up on a phone call before he came to stand by you.

You whistled but to no effect. “I believe the Colonel has already tried that and failed.” The King had traces of humour in his voice. “They remind me of the animals we have back home in Wakanda.”

You smiled at the man. “Wakanda must be stunning, your majesty.” 

“Please, Miss L/N, there is no need for titles; you are doing my friends and myself a monumentus deed.” 

“In that case, I must ask you to call me Y/N.” 

T’Challa smiled at you before giving a brief polite nod. “I’m sure you need to speak to them, yes?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“Then I must suggest that you endeavour to find a way to get them to stop and then listen.” 

You grinned. “I have a way. But no one’s going to like it.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because it involves the knife attached to your right ankle.” 

T’Challa shook his head quietly but nether the less, bent down and retrieved the knife for you. “I must request that you don’t hurt anyone, Y/N.”

“Who said anything about hurting anyone?” You smirked before you spoke. 

The knife had barely been in your hand before you threw it in a dead straight line to the other end of the kitchen, cutting through the food fight and burying itself with a loud thud in the cupboard door, next to the fridge. The room went silent in shock, no one moved until their heads turned to you.

“Excuse me!?” Tony shrieked.

“Get over it, Tony; both myself and Colonel Rhodes had tried to get you to stop but nobody listened.” You replied, completely calm with your game face on. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. You four, are going to clean up your mess; Miss Maximoff and Miss Romanoff, you’re both going to go and get dressed; Colonel Rhodes if you could go and get Dr Banner it would be appreciated; Captain Rogers, it would be muchly appreciated if you could go and get Sergeant Barnes for us.” 

“No need, Sugar, I’m right here.” Bucky winked at you as he walked in.

“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” You smiled politely at the soldier. You quickly fixed you attention back to its previous focus. “Mr Barton please get down from the fridge and pass me the knife back. And Mr Vision please can you help me in the kitchen once the boys are done cleaning up?”

Vision inclined his head. “Of course.”

“Thank you.” 

“Bunny." 

"Tony.” You replied in the same type of voice.

Tony sighed dramatically before starting to tidy up and everyone jolted into action, following your instructions.

As soon as they had cleaned the counters, you immediately swooped in and began going around the kitchen. 

“Mr Vision, where do you keep your bowls and utensils?” You asked as you opened cupboards at random. 

“The culinary utensils are in the second draw to your left whilst the bowls are in the bottom cupboard to your right, Miss L/N." 

"Please, just call me Y/N.” You smiled as you glanced at him before taking the eggs and milk from the fridge. 

“And in return I ask that you just call me Vision." 

Grinning, you asked him. "Vision, where do you keep the flour and sugar?”
He once again guided you to what you were looking for.

Before long there were pancakes and waffles cooking away, whilst others were stacked up on plates and cut fruit was in bowls, courtesy of Vision. You were wielding a spatula and kept whacking anyone’s hands that tried to steal any. Moving gracefully around the kitchen, you laid the table and made everybody sit down before laying the food that you had made in the middle of the table as Vision followed with the fruit.

“Do you make breakfast for all your clients then?” Clint asked as everyone dug into the food.

“I don’t normally stay with clients, Mr Barton; it’s that I’ve been working for Tony  a long time and he now insists that I stay with him when I do. And from what I’ve heard none of you can really cook with the exception of a few.” You ate a mouthful of fruit.

“That’s right, Legolas. Bunny’s here enough when she’s doing things for me that I gave her a room about 7 years ago.” Tony piped in, drowning his waffles in syrup.

“Which reminds me…” You trailed off as you pushed your chair back and got up before grabbing the files you had brought with you. “You’re not going to like this but I’ve got paperwork for you. It’s only a bunch of signatures and basic information.” 

Groans met your admission.

“So that’s why you made us breakfast!” Peter exclaimed.

You nodded sarcastically. “Well done, Mr Parker. If you want something from someone you have to give them something in return.”

Sam snorted into his coffee as you handed out the folders.

“We’re going to need pens, Miss L/N.” Steve spoke directly to you for the second time since you arrived.

“Who would have known America’s golden boy had sass in him? There are pens in each of the folders if you open them.” Today was so not going as planned and you hadn’t even gone through breakfast yet. “And I’d step to it, Captain Rogers, because you have twice as much than everyone else.”

“And why is that?” 

You pouted dramatically at the man.

“I thought you were in charge of the Avengers and that means you have to do all the corporate paperwork as well. And I’m going to have to file it all today so I can get your case going.”

An hour later you were walking out of The Avengers Tower to hail a cab heading for the law firm Hughes and Wood for a day of paperwork.

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Being Tom Holland’s Baby Sister Would Include:

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Summary: Just some fluffy headcanons on what it would be like to be Tom Holland’s baby sister.

Author’s note(s): This was a request from @potterposts001, so I hope you enjoy it love! I made reader around nine years old, as they asked for reader to be around Paddy’s age :)

Warning(s): None! Just fluff <3




Being Tom Holland’s Baby Sister Would Include:


•being in a house full of boys was always normal for the holland crew 

-so everyone was really excited when they found out Nikki was having a girl.

 -everyone except for paddy tbh 


•paddy trying to dispose of you as a baby -he was legit like three when you were born 

-disposal being him swatting you in the face 


•thus a beautiful bond was formed. 



•You and Paddy do everything together

 -like everything

 -being similar ages made you really close

 -even tho he tried to kill you 



always being at the front in family photos 

-bc you’re really short (even tho you’re not that much younger than paddy)

 -sometimes the boys will give you piggy backs.


•all of your friends have crushes on Tom, Sam or Harry 

-you finding it gross bc Cooties 

-banning your friends from coming over on play dates.

 -getting jealous when your friends take away tommy’s attention. 



•TOM TAKING YOU EVERYWHERE

-he’d always co-ordinate your outfits too

-mini tom™


•having all of your older brothers wrapped around your finger

 -literally forcing them into pink frilly tutus and making them drink tea

 -“More tea? Princess Samuel?”

-“Most certainly Queen (Y/N)”



•you and paddy being called the terrible twins

 -always pulling pranks on people together 

-one time you almost knocked out Tom. 

-that’s a story for another day. 

-also being called Fred and George. 



•Tom SPOiLInG You RoTTON 

-Nikki hates him for it 

-but he loves seeing you so happy

 -he treats you like a princess 

-*ahem* this may or may not have something to do with Tom buying tessa



•when Tom became spiderman you called him Peter Parker for months 

-you refused to call him anything else. 

-you also blabbed to your friends that he was spiderman 

-you got some real street cred that day.


•All of the boys being protective of you. 

-the first time you crush on somebody Paddy has a Pokemon duel with them.

 -Sam and Harry start appearing outside your school gates so you can’t walk home with your crush

.-Tom giving your crush the “If you break her heart, I will find you” talk

-endless teasing tho



•Growing up in a house of boys, you are a force to be reckoned with.

 -if one of them break something of yours or they gang up on you, you will show them who’s boss. 

-one time at dinner you put hot sauce in their dishes. 

-they couldn’t taste anything for weeks

 -you are a spawn of the devil.


•Being around Harrison a lot 

-ending up having a huge crush on him -Haz playing along cause he’s a sucker for you. 

-“There’s my gorgeous girlfriend!’’

-“Future Mrs Osterfield!”

-bLusHinG

-Tom getting jealous when you say you like Haz more than him. 



•Walks with Tom and Tessa whilst Paddy goes to Tennis practice. 



•Since your family is very active, you decided to do gymnastics and dance as well

-Tom attending all your gymnastics competitions 

-Also attending all your dance recitals

-Tom and Haz cheering you on whether you win or lose. 

-“THATS MY BABY SISTER YOU GO (Y/N) YOU SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS”

-if you win he’s like. “SUCK IT LOSERS”

-*judging stares from middle class parents*

-Taking you out for ice cream afterwards. 



•Tom’s always posting videos of you and him dancing on his Instagram story

-he wants everyone to know how talented his baby sister is.



•you’re really close with all of your brothers

 -so when they go away on press tours with Tom you get really upset 

-Tom hates to see you so sad

-So he calls you and facetimes you everyday

 -always showing off your new skills from dance and gymnastics when you talk 

-Tom is a proud bean™



•You’re always asked about during interviews

 -Tom getting so happy he can’t contain himself. 

-“I’m really proud of my little sister, she does so well and even though I’m not always around she never fails to amaze me”


•Being his little sister has its perks

 -when you do visit him abroad, you get to go on set.

 -You once met RDJ

 -You cried. 


•Sam and Harry holding your hands when you walk down the road and doing the thing where they swing you up in the air

 -they like how you giggle and smile. 


•Meeting Zendaya after telling Tom she’s your idol.

 -she takes you out on a girls day bc aw

-“How do you deal with Tom he’s such a pain?”

-“The world will never know, Zendaya, the world will never know”

-Tom trying to spy on this bc he doesn’t want you to embarrass him 

-You do it anyways.

 -“Did I ever tell you that one time when Tom was younger and he-”

-“(Y/N) NO”


•Rough housing with Sam and Harry-always winning.

-although they claim to let you win. 


•Saturday morning cartoons with Paddy at Tom’s place. 


•After Tom got his own apartment, you and your brothers would go over for movie nights

.-always ending with the five of you cuddled together on the couch.

-Haz totally doesn’t take pictures of you guys. 

-He doesn’t share them to twitter either. 



•Making Valentine’s Day treats for the twins on their birthday because aw 

-Harrison’s always your valentine 



•Dressing up and having a photo shoot with Harry because he knows how to work a camera.

 -he prints out the pictures and frames them around the house

.-he loves doing little photo shoots with you. 



always going for cuddles with sam

-you think he’s the best at it. 

-although it makes your other brothers jealous 

-they always end up joining.



•Your older brothers low key compete for your attention.

-like at Christmas they’ll have competition to see who gets you the best gift.

 -Harrison always wins 

-just because you have a crush on him. 


•Tom having cute nicknames for you

 -Princess 

-Baby sis

 -little holland 


•looking up to all of your older brothers because they’re all so talented and cool. 


•just being one big happy family overall

Her Heros

Warnings: none


Pairing: Bucky x reader


Summary/Request: Can you write a Bucky x reader? During his morning jog he finds a little preschool age girl wandering around alone and she tells him her baby sitter was being mean and left her there? He brings her to the tower for something to eat and to track down the mom. When mom shows up worried sick she’s surprised to see her tiny daughter with some of the team, cartoons and the winter soldier himself giving her a piggy back ride all over the room.

A/N: This is beautiful thank you for your request! I hope you like it! - marvel-avengers-world


Every morning Sam, Steve, and Bucky wake up early to jog outside together.

But today, Bucky wanted to run alone. After waking up from a nightmare he just needed some space and time to clear his head.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn’t notice how far and fast he ran.

Finally coming to a stop, he looked around and noticed that he could no longer see Steve or Sam anywhere.

He also noticed that he unconsciously ran to his favorite park. He sighed, already hearing Steve’s lecture that was sure to come.

“Well..I guess I should get back…” He thought out loud. He heard quiet footsteps before something tugged on his workout shirt, making him tense.

He whirled around expecting some guy with a gun, but instead there was a little girl, smiling softly at him.

“Hi…” She waved shyly.

He lowered his hands and looked at her in confusion. Why was she talking to him?

He turned his head, there was no sign of her parents. “Um, hi?” She giggled at his response and touched his metal arm, which he instinctively jerked back.

Normally people stare at his arm with wide frightened eyes. But she was looking at it like it was a toy. Like she admired it.

He really thought this had to be a trick.

He thought maybe Hydra was using a little girl to lure him back to them. She could be a spy. Or have superpowers, he thought .

“What are you doing out here alone?” He asked suspiciously. She giggled again and gave him a heartwarming smile. “I ran away from my babysitter.”

He was even more confused now. “Why did you run away?” She sighed and her smile slipped, “Alexa was being mean.”

Bucky felt his heart tug at her cuteness.

But the suspicion of her working for Hydra was still in the back of his head. So he kept his guard up.

“Who’s Alexa?”

The little girl, who Bucky guessed could be no older than 6, scowled. “Alexa’s my babysitter. But she’s a meanie! She left me alone at the playground, she was talking to a boy.” Bucky squated down next to the girl. He could tell she wasn’t lying, years of training taught him to know when anyone was lying.

“Whats your name?” He was gradually warming up to her now that he didn’t think she worked for Hydra.

“Sophie!”

Bucky smiled at her, he looked around again for her parents. But no one seemed to notice the two.

“Have your parents ever told you about talking to strangers?” Sophie nodded enthusiastically, a smile still on her face.

“Yeah, momma told me never talk to strangers.”

Bucky shook his head and laughed. “Then why are you talking to me?”

Sophie looked up at him with a wide smile.

“Because,” She took two steps towards him and hugged him. “You’re not a stranger.” Her little arms didn’t go all the way around his torso, letting Bucky escape her grip easily.

He was completely shocked at what Sophie said. He wasn’t a stranger to her? He began to think maybe she knew him from his time as the Winter soldier. But then again, why wasn’t she scared of him if she did?

“You know, you’re my favorite avenger!” She laughed again and went to pick up a flower that was growing nearby. Not seeming phased that he didn’t hug her back.

Bucky was over the moon, an innocent child saw him as her hero. Him.

He continued to talk with Sophie. They talked about many things, and Sophie told him all about her lousy babysitter. She was explaining all about how she loved the Avengers, and how her mom loved the Avengers too, when Bucky remembered that Sophie was currently missing.

Only he knew where she was.

“Hey, Sophie, why don’t we go to the Avengers Tower so I can try to find your mom. She’s probably worried.”

Her eyes went wide, “I can meet the Avengers?” She asked in disbelief.

“Sure kiddo.”

“YES!”

*•*•*• •*•*•*

There was a loud rattle, causing Tony to look up from his new project. “Kid, put that down.” He said sternly.

Sophie stepped away sheepishly from one of the many Iron-man suits Tony designed. “Sorry, its just really cool!”

Tony smirk and smugly said “I know.” He looked back down at his new suit, fiddling with some of the wires before there was a loud crash that caused him to jump up.

“Sorry! Sorry, I’m so sorry!” On the floor was a dismantled suit, and a scared looking Sophie.

He shook his head and sighed, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. Tell Bucky to get his stray out of my lab would you?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” The woman’s monotone voice answered.

Sophie ducked underneath a lab table to hide. “Bucky won’t find me here!” She giggled causing Tony to smile.

“Nope. Barnes isn’t smart enough to find you there kid.”

Her giggle was cut short as the labs doors were opened.

“Alright Stark, where is she?”

Tony gave him a wicked grin, “Now that would ruin the game wouldn’t it Barnes?” With a wink he turned his attention back to his work.

“Fine.” Bucky huffed. He stilled his movements, using his advanced hearing to try and hear any noise. With a smug grin, he followed the sounds of Sophie’s breathing to her hiding place.

“Found you, sweetheart!” She squealed as Buck carried her out of the lab.

“Bye Iron man!”

She caught a glimpse of Tony giving her a two finger salute and a wink, before the doors slid shut. Bucky carried her all the way to the main kitchen, where Cap sat reading a book.

At the sight of the Captain, Sophie let out a huge squeal.

“Oh my gosh, its Steve!”

Steve calmly looked up with a grin, “Is this the Miss Sophie I’ve been hearing about?”

The girl scrambled out of Buckys arms and into Cap’s awaiting ones. “Woah! I feel so small!… So this I’d what happens when you eat your veggies…”

Steve chuckled at Sophies unfiltered mouth.

“You’re my third favorite superhero!”

Bucky beamed at Sophie and Steve teasingly asked her who her favorite is. Before she could answer, Buck cut in and smugly announced that it was him.

“So…who’s your second favorite if Buck is your first and I’m your third ?”

“Well…” She shyly stepped out of Steves embrace.

“Who is it sweetheart?” Bucky asked out of curiosity.

Just then Natasha entered the kitchen in her Black Widow suit.

“Hey James. Steve.”

“Hey Nat.” The boys nodded at her as she brushed past them to one of the cabinets.

Sophie squealed loudly causing all three adults to turn to her startled. “No way! Its Black Widow!!” Sophies eyes were as big as saucers, “All of my favorite heros are here!! Oh my gosh mommy is going to be so jealous!” Sophie bounced up and down looking between all of her heros.

Nat gave the boys a suspicious look.

“Did…Did Stark finally find his long lost kid?” Steve doubled over in laughter and Bucky clutched his stomach.

“No! Oh god, no!” Cap wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

The boys filled in Natasha on who Sophie was, all the while the kid played with Bucky’s hair.

And Nat tried not to show it, but she was deeply touched that she was one of Sophies heros.

*•*•*••*•*

After barley three minutes, Natasha had all the information she could find on Sophie’s mom, Y/n.

Single mom of one child, steady job as an assistant for a famous actor, hired a babysitter for Sophie because Y/n would be at work during the day- Those were just a few things Natasha now knew.

“Okay Barnes, I’ve already contacted Sophie’s mom, Y/n, she should be here in 20 minutes or so.”

Bucky thanked the spy, and turned back to Sophie. “Hey, Sweetheart, your momma is gonna be here soon.” Sophie let out a little yay, before running over to Steve. “That means you’ll get to meet my mommy Stevie!!”

“I can’t wait!” Cap grinned enthusiastically.

Your daughter giggled, and climbed onto Bucky’s lap, continuing to braid his hair.

Natasha snickered quietly when she saw Bucky’s “new hairstyle”.

*•*•*• •*•*•*

As soon as Y/n got out of her car, she practically ran towards the doors of the Avengers tower.

Angrily muttering to herself all the way.

I knew something was wrong with Alexa. Glad I fired her, leaving my daughter by herself! All for a guy.”

Y/n brushed past secruity guards, who all looked at her questioningly. She ignore all stares sent her way, she was on a mission.

Getting her daughter back
.

There was a receptionist desk infront of two doors that looked heavily locked.

Y/n went up to the woman behind the counter, skipping past the whole line that was waiting. “Excuse me ma'am, but I’m here to find my daughter. She-”

With a glare the receptionist shook her head “Miss, you must wait in line like everyone else.”

I’m here to find my missing daughter! There is nothing more important!”

“Miss, if you don’t leave I’ll have to call secruity.”

Y/n was beyond angry. Her daughter was with people she didn’t know, and all that was standing in her way was a stubborn receptionist.

“Listen here lady,” Y/n leaned in close, her eyes in a deadly glare. “I was contacted by Natasha Romanoff, to pick up my daughter.” The receptionist looked at you in disbelief.

“Don’t believe me?” Y/n chuckled darkly, “Call Black widow, or Tony Stark. Any of the Avengers for all I care. But I want my daughter now.”

There was small murmurs thought the line, but Y/n’s eyes didn’t leave the lady behind the desk. Only when someone tapped on her shoulder did she turn.

“Hello Y/n, I’m Natahsa Romanoff. The one who contacted you on behalf of you’re daughter.” Nat looked at you with a blank stare. “If you would follow me, I can take you to Sophie.”

Y/n let her shoulders relax slightly, and nodded. Quickly following the famous Black Widow.

The two walked onto an elevator that automatically opened once Natasha said something about Friday opening the doors? Y/n couldn’t be too sure, she was to busy looking back at the receptionist with a smug smirk.

Once both of the ladies made it on the elevator, and the doors closed, Natasha dropped her hostile expression. “That was interesting to watch Y/n.”

“What was?”

Nat looked at you in amusement. “You staring down poor Claire. I thought she was going to have a heart attack.

Your mind was still set on finding your only child, so you didn’t feel any embarrassment at all. “Yeah well, no one’s going to keep my daughter from me.”

Nat nodded, a look of, sadness maybe? Crossed over her face.

Just then the doors opened, revealing a shocking sight.

There stood a smiling Steve Rogers, and a laughing Bucky Barnes. And on Bucky’s shoulders was your little girl, laughing.

“Soph?”

The child looked up with a smile. “Mommy!” Bucky put down Sophie, and the two of you raced to one another. You engulfed her in a bonecrushing hug while the others smiled at the reunion.

“Oh sweetie I missed you. I was so worried.” You kissed the top of her head, and smiled widely when she giggled.

“You didn’t have to worry mommy! I was with Bucky, Nat, and Stevie! Even Tony!” Sophie was radiating joy, and you finally relaxed, your daughter was safely back in your arms.

“I didn’t know Alexa was so mean to you I’m sorry honey. I told her she can’t be your babysitter any more.” Sophie still smiled, “It’s okay mommy.”

Y/n picked up Sophie and held her on her hip. Steve held out a hand, giving her a blindingly white smile. “Hello Ma'am. I’m Steve Rogers, pleasure to meet the mom of Sophie.” Y/n sheepishly shook his hand.

She finally realized how she acted when she was looking for Sophie and who she was in the same room with.

“Hi, you can call me Y/n. And thank you for helping watch over her.” Steve nodded and stepped back while Bucky stepped forward.

“Glad to meet you doll. I’m James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” A blush dusted Y/n’s cheeks. Bucky was in front of her. And he knew her name.

“Um, hi. Thank you. For uh, thank you for keeping Sophie safe. Natasha told me everything and I really appreciate it.”

Bucky grinned “It was no problem at all. Sophie was an angel. I’m happy to have meet such a wonderful little girl.”

Sophie laughed and wiggle doubt of your arms. She went over to Nat and started braiding the spy’s hair. Nat at first seemed startled but she quickly relaxed into the kids touch.

You watched as Sophie talked with Steve and Nat, and you smiled widely. Of course you know how happy she must be to meet her heros.

You were the one to talk so highly about all of the Avengers. Especially about Bucky, Nat, and Steve.

Telling her how much of a good person Natasha is, and ignoring all of the negative comments from others about the ex-red room assassin.

You were also the one to tell her all about Steve’s accomplishments. Making sure she looked up to Steve Rogers and not just Captain America. You told her about James Buchanan Barnes, a brave young soldier who went through a lot. How he was controlled by Hydra to do things he didn’t want to do. And how is actually a good person.

“You did well with her.” Buckys deep low voice drew you’re attention from the cute scene in front of you, to him.

He was standing beside you, looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.

“I did?” Bucky smiled and nodded. “She’s an amazing little girl.”

Y/n laughed. “Yes she is.” Bucky then looked down scratching the back of his head.

“Uh, she told me about how much her mom loves the Avengers.” Your cheeks burned red, hoping Sophie didn’t reveal to much.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and I must say, I was surprised she wasn’t scared of me when she first meet me. But then, she told me all about how you taught her that I was a good person. That she shouldn’t listen to the news or gossip. And…its refreshing to know not everyone thinks I’m a monster.”

Your head quickly snapped towards Bucky, caught in the moment you lightly grabbed his hands.

“You are not a monster. People spread rumors all the time. And people are Adrian of what they cant control. But Bucky, never have you been a monster, you have always been a good person. And yeah, I made sure to let Sophie know the truth about all of the Avengers. I didn’t want my child to listen to lies the media drilled into peoples heads.” Bucky looked at you in awe.

He couldn’t understand how such a beautiful person inside and out could exist. He was speechless for a few seconds. Making you think maybe you stepped over a line.

You quickly released his hands and shifted from foot to foot. “Uh sorry, got a little carried away there.” You kept your gaze on Steve tickling Sophie while Nat checked her hair in a mirror.

You were about to get Sophie to leave and go home, but once you took one step Bucky stopped you.

“Theres nothing to be sorry about.” He held you in a hug, and looked down at you shyly.

“Would you? I mean, would you like to go on a date with me? Sometime? You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to…” He looked like a schoolboy asking out his crush.

You were giddy, a wide smile swept over your face. “You know, I would love that.”

He grinned widely and held you tightly again. You both stood side by side, watching Sophie play tag with Steve, Buckys arm around your waist.

“How about tomorrow at 6? I think Steve will gladly watch over Sophie.” Bucky suggested, and you couldn’t stop smiling.

Nat then “accidentally” tripped Steve so Sophie could catch him. Their laughter ringing thought the living room.

“You got yourself a deal Mr. Barnes. I can’t wait.”

Phone Call Away

Request: Hello!!! So I was wondering if you could do a little sister winchester fic where the sister is having a bad day in terms of depression and Sam is at college so she calls dean who’s on a hunt because she’s afraid of what she might do to herself…if that’s too dark I understand if you don’t want to! Anyways I love your writing! Sorry for the long message!

A/N: Hello there love! Thank you for this daring request! I know this isn’t exactly like what you and requested, but I thought it was interesting to play around with the phone call concept, and the whole Sam off at college! If you dislike it, let me know and I will totally write you something new, or edit this one to make it the way you want it! I love you, and to all my boos ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING! My inbox and PMs are always open, and I am relatively active so please feel free to talk to me about anything you need too, or if you just want to vent!

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WARNING THIS CONTENT COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ DEPRESSION!

Also by no means am I implying all depression leads to suicide or self harm I am truly going with what I found the nature of the request to be! Everyone struggles differently, and I am so so so proud of you all for making it this far! Keep it up! You can do it!

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“Y/N!” a brother screamed. Tears rushing down his cheeks, wanting nothing more but to somehow heal you.

“D-D-Dean,” you sputtered out, just as the impala’s engine had sputtered out that horrific noise early that morning.

“Baby girl hold on, hold on,” he cried, gripping you in his lap, trying to reach for the phone all at once. His fingers moved over the screen of the phone, hoping to somehow type in the unfamiliar number of his lost brother without looking. His cheeks were red, tears scarring them with a new-found color that shaded the skin even more.

Fumbling and holding onto his baby sister’s, your, form he finally got the number correctly indented into the screen, and pressed the fold up to his ear.

A groan answered before a small and breathy “Hello”.

“Sammy, Sam, she’s, it’s my,” Dean spat as he spoke, trying not to choke on the air entering and exiting his throat at the same time.

“Dean? Slow down, what’s going on?” he still had the boyishly charming voice, even when in the confusion of a cold night.

“Sam, it’s our little sister,” he cried out, “Its Y/N”.

With a panic lacing over the conversation, and agreement to meet at the nearest hospital to Dean was made. A soft sense of comfort was felt, knowing the two would be at the same place once again.

Dean gripped your unsteady form, and drove you to the nearest hospital. Workers and unfamiliar hands gripped your bloodied wrists, and a latex filled the nostrils of your unconscious form. Your brother followed the stretcher that held your small body. He pushed past many of the same arms that tried holding him back, stating they needed room to work.

You were his responsibility, it was always known he was to look out for you. He had failed with Sam, and he was now off at some college, learning how to live some white-picketed fenced job and partying with alcohol instead of using it to clean wounds. He had now failed with you, letting a darkness fill your mind and create a hostile environment through your veins. He let your depression win.

You had called him earlier that morning. He had left your fast food bagged breakfast on the hotel table. He had written the note as always, stating his location and that he would be back in two days. He planned on finishing a hunt, per his father’s orders, and then heading back to you.

The call had been crackled, and disoriented as you asked him to come back. Without an actual reason for return Dean continued on, not understanding that the demons that took shelter in your mind, the one tormenting his baby, his little sister, had conjured up another torture of sadness, and a feeling of an emptied vessel. With pure intention, he ignored your plead for his return, and he moved on down the road, promising to be home later that night instead of on a few days.

As he was gone, your mind played with you, and led you to the bathroom. You had not known things were as far along as they were. You wanted it to end, you were tired. Oh, so tired.

You found the razor blades, making thin lines appear red as you prayed, wishing Dean would have listened to you. Everything you had feared you would do seeped through your tears and onto the counter.

But the thoughts kept playing with your soul, and the thoughts of an absent father and two brothers made you feel w o r t h l e s s.

That’s when one line smeared into five, and then continued on. Soon you were on the floor, leaving all behind, when your eldest brother paced into the bathroom. He gripped your wrists, and pulled you into his lap.

This led to the current position of his stress, and a car holding a slightly younger, but just as mature, man flying down highways.

Arriving at three in the morning, Sam rushed into the emergency room, watching the hustle and bustle flow throughout the hallways. He spotted his brother pacing outside a room, and just beyond his scruff form a smaller, but not as small as he remembered, girl laying in the bed. Her eyes shut, looking an eerie peaceful, almost as if this was not the peace she needed.

His eyes fill with tears identical to those that his brother had before. He moves in closer to his brother, Dean, who he hasn’t see in three years. He stands awkwardly, hoping the tears will dry so the new memory his brother will embed into his mind won’t be a distorted image of him crying. He’s grown now, and needs to pull through emotions in order to help with this, is baby sister laying on a hospital bed.

“Sammy,” a gruff, and broken voice calls out.

“It’s Sam,” he sighs, realizing this isn’t the time to correct a childhood habit.

“Right.”

“So, she, uh, was having a rough day?” Sam asked, trying to comprehend the sights and smells of the surrounding.

Dean looked at his younger brother. “No, she was having a horrible day and we weren’t there!” he whisper yelled, tears forming again.

“I mean, I couldn’t really be there,” Sam replied.

Dean looked at him, wide eyed, “Oh, you couldn’t huh?” his voice grew louder, “You couldn’t call in and check on the only beautiful thing in this world? You couldn’t call in and ask her how she was doing, or better yet ask her to come visit? You couldn’t be damn brother to the only important thing this chaos has given us?” Dean started, catching his sobs.

Sam looked to the corner of his vision, fighting the tears, “Damn it Sammy, or Sam, whoever the hell you are. You couldn’t be a damn brother to your own baby sister and when I call asking for you to help me watch her possibly die you come in saying you couldn’t get to her when you…we both…could have been there,” Dean placed his hands on his head, swaying to the other side.

“I’m saying-,” but Sam was cut off by a doctor.

“Excuse me? Are you the guardian of Y/N Winchester?” the man asked. His clean-cut garments suggested he had not touched their sister’s wrists.

Both nodded, and Dean stepped forward, leaving Sam slightly behind.

“Your sister is in a state of unconsciousness. She did not do severe damage to any veins or arteries. Both the loss of blood and amount of stress the body was trying to compensate for made her collapse. She will be under surveillance until she wakes up, you both are welcome to stay with her,” he smiled, and lightly touched the arm of Sam, “However, she may, and most likely will need to undergo treatment for-,” but Dean interrupted him.

“Thanks doc, we’ll talk about that later”. The doctor nodded, and headed off down the hall. “This discussion is not over,” Dean pointed towards Sam, and then entered the room his little sister laid in.

Sam placed his head against the glassed window, and looked up to the ceiling. He was lost in thought until he felt a slight vibration in the pocket of his jeans. Hoping for an excuse to recede out of his own mind, he flipped open the small device.

“Hey babe,” he sighed, “She’s unconscious, but we may have bigger issues”.

Truth or Dare?

Request: Could you do a Bucky x reader where the avengers are playing truth or dare and the reader gets dared to give Bucky a lap dance since he’s never had one and the reader gets really embarrassed because she thinks he doesn’t like her since Bucky never really talks to her but he’s actually secretly in love with her?

Summary: Basically what the request its; you give Bucky a lap dance and you get embarrassed ;)

Warnings: Fluff and kinda angst ?

A/N: I love doing requests! Also, if I don’t get to yours right away it’s most likely because I’m busy with homework / I’m doing research for the request. I finished my homework for today so I have some free time hence why I’ve been basically bleeding these fanfictions. Enjoy!

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AM I ENOUGH

Bucky X Reader

Summary: he was your everything but apparently you weren’t his. Left with nothing but some memories where will life take you?

Warnings: Super angst right from the first sentence, Sam being awesome

A/N: ok I know I shouldn’t be starting something new when I’m working on something but this can to me and I needed to write it out before it left me. I’m tagging some people that have helped me write and make a better story. I hope I have put all your advice to good work. @annadier @marvelous-imagining and @metalarmproblems And the always amazing @veronicalei

“You promised you would stay with me. That nothing on Earth could stop you from breaking that promise. What did I do? I don’t know what I did wrong, not to make you leave me.”

“I know she’s perfect, she’s everything you deserve but I thought, maybe for once, I could be enough for someone, for you. You said I was everything you could ever need. Did you ever want me though? If you only needed me, you could have needed me and just been my friend. Why drag me through this and give me so much, only to say none of it was real?” Your cries have fallen on deaf ears. His back is now turned from you shutting you out once more.

The words were echoing in your head they were the first moments of everything crumbling down around you. You couldn’t stay here anymore. He wanted you gone.

You hastily scribbled out a note it was written on the back of one of your pictures making it hard to write on and puncturing the photo at times. Your hand was shaky and tears blurred you vision. You were determined however to get this out and send it to him.

“I’m sorry. I should have seen the signs earlier, but then again I guess I did. I was just fooling myself into thinking I could hold on to you longer when that’s probably when I already lost you. I’m sorry I kept you from her, I won’t bother you anymore. I hope one day you’ll forgive me for keeping you from her for so long.“

You write Love before scribbling it out and simply put your name.

You slide it under the door and walk away. He wouldn’t get it for a few days as he was gone on a mission. That left you with enough time to make a clean get away, not that anyone was going to come after you.

You weren’t a part of the team, didn’t work with them, didn’t technically live with them either. You were just dating one of the members. Well dated one of them. In fact if he hasn’t said anything they may not notice your absence for awhile thinking you were busy or something.

You had come to collect everything that you had left here. The clothes, the nic-nacs you had collected over time, photos, really anything that could remind him of you. He moved on and didn’t need your junk in the way. Carting it all away you drop most of it down the garbage shoot putting an end to that. You walked into the main lounge and collected a couple more things. With a final look around you said goodbye and the door shut it all from your view.

“FRIDAY, I’m leaving now you can revoke my access privileges as per his request.”

“All right, Miss (Y/L). It has been nice knowing you. Have a pleasant day.”

“I’ll try FRIDAY.”

Stepping out of the building you head out not quite knowing where you were going but knowing it was far away from here.


The team had gotten back from a grueling mission, they were all banged up and suffering from an arrangement of injuries but none needed professional medical help. A couple bandaids would do the trick and a hot shower for everything else. They filed out of the quinjet; to their surprise you weren’t waiting there for them. Usually you would be fidgeting waiting to see that each one was back and relatively unharmed.

Sam was the first to speak up “Hey man where is (Y/N)?” He asks Bucky. “She knew we were coming back today, yes? You text her?”

Bucky stiffens forgetting that you wouldn’t be here any more. He shrugs attempting to take the subject off you and more so him.

“Man, I could really use a hug from her right now. You know check over my injuries, berate me for getting injured in the first place.” He jokes with the others. They all chuckle knowing that is exactly what you would do to all of them. Well except Bucky, you would be pampering and nitpicking his every move just to reassure yourself that he was safe.

“Maybe she fell asleep waiting for us. FRIDAY, we’re back, is (Y/N) in the building?” Tony asks, you had done that a couple times before because of the lateness of a mission.

“No Sir she is not. She has not been back since two days ago. She collected some of her stuff and hasn’t been back since.”

“Oh, alright I’ll just have to text her since other people seem to have forgotten.” He says shooting Bucky a glare. Bucky can’t meet his eyes knowing the true reason to why you weren’t there.

They shuffle to their separate rooms to shower and change. They all eventually drift back to the kitchen when their stomachs announce their need for food. All but Bucky had come down, Steve the concerned friend he always was went to get him. Knocking on the door he found Bucky standing in his room showered but staring at the bed. It was nicely made the grey comforter pulled up and the pillows tucked under and plumped. The room was perfectly squared away not a thing out if place it seemed odd but Steve shrugged it off and continued in to the room.

He places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder causing him to jump at the touch. “Hey just wanted to let you know that there is dinner in the kitchen everyone is waiting for you. Have you heard anything from (Y/N) yet?” Bucky shakes his head. “Hey what’s up with you you’ve been weird for this whole mission and even now?”

“Its nothing Steve, I just been dying to sleep in my own bed now.”

He rolls his shoulder pushing Steve’s hand off of him. He heads out leaving Steve behind, Steve takes a deep breath and drops his head. He was only trying to help. A picture on the ground catches his eyes, he stoops down to pick it up. It’s the picture from one of your days on the beach together. Bucky and You had romped along the beach all day playing in the water and building numerous sand castles only to have the other knock it down. Here though you both had laid down tired from the day, your head was on his chest, his arm wrapped around you both sleeping under an umbrella. It was one of your favorites, flipping it over he reads your words.

His heart breaks, suddenly everything makes sense. Bucky’s attitude, he wouldn’t focus to save his life missing quite a few easy shots during the mission; the room, he looks up none of your personal things could be seen, there was nothing scattered about like you usually have. So thats what happened, he whips around and chases Bucky down. He starts waving the photo as he sees him sitting at the kitchen counter, not fully taking in his surroundings.

“What the heck is this?” Shoving it in his face. Bucky grabs it and looks at the photo before turning it over. He reads the words but doesn’t quite comprehend it all, so he sits and stare trying to make it say something else. He thought he wanted to move on from you that you weren’t enough but now, he wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t cared while you had screamed at him and begged him to explain.

“Answer me Bucky what happened between you and (Y/N)? Why isn’t she coming back?” You could here a pin drop it was so silent in the room all gaping at Bucky.

“That’s why she is not here?“ Tony half standing now from where he had been sitting on the couch.

“Tell me!” Steve snaps. Taking Bucky by the collar and forcing him to look him in the eye.

“I….I broke up with her.” He whispers, “Right before the mission.” His voice keeps getting smaller.

“Why? Why would you ever want to do that?” Steve pleads. “She was your everything. You couldn’t stop talking about her when she wasn’t with you and when she was you were attached at the hip. She’s your best friend, a kind of friend I can never be.”

“I thought…” He trails off not wanting to phrase the next part wrong . “I thought I wanted something else… someone else.”

“You arrogant son of a… Did you cheat on her?” Tony growls.

“No I couldn’t do that. Not to her.”

“But you could break up with her out of the blue after she gave you everything!”

“Hey whoa back up, now let’s calm down and talk it out” Sam is standing pulling Tony back by the shoulder trying to mediate before tensions could rise further. “Sit down Tony this isn’t going to help anything.”

Tony sits with a huff. Sam faces Bucky meeting his eyes. “Bucky I’m guessing you’re regreting breaking up with her now. Why?”

“I walked in the room and nothing felt right it wasn’t home, I looked for anything to hold on to buts all gone. She took everything of hers is gone even out here. The book she kept on the side table. The bankets, even the pillows every single one is gone. She disappeared and it like I’m missing a part of myself. I don’t know what to do.“

“And this person you were leaving her for, she doesn’t make you feel this way? Does she make you happy? Maybe you just need to get used to the idea that (Y/N) is gone.”

Protests were heard all around. Sam held up his hands shushing them as he went to explain himself. Bucky was looking even more confused staring now down at his hands like they held the answer.

“All I’m saying is I don’t want you trying to get her back just because you are used to her being there. She was a constant but you drifted away from her for a reason. I want you to decide whether she is everything you could ever want and need now and forever. That she is going to be the only one always. Or you can let her go and you both move on with your lives. You need to know she is not just going to let you back in after what you did to her. You are going to have to fight to get her back. It may take a long while longer than either of you may like but you have left a very broken girl in your wake. I want to you to be absolutely certain you love her with all you have.”

Now everyone is staring at Sam. They tend to forget he is a councillor for the VA so everything that he just said made so much sense and very true. Now the question was he willing to fight for you?

To be continued……

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Special Instructions (6/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: ~9000
Chapters: One Two Three Four Five

we interrupt your regularly scheduled UST to bring you: far too many words of dialogue, back stories that i changed 193874 times, and maybe some actual relationship development! god i hope the effort was worth it. this is… a v long chapter.

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“Hey, it’s uh, it’s Walsh. I just thought I’d call and uh, check up on you. See how you were doing. I know this is selfish but… I miss you. A lot. Look, I know that things between us didn’t exactly end well and that- that’s my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have trusted her. Turns out she didn’t even want me, just my- my money. She stole a few grand and bolted and I just really- I should have known better. She’s always been like this, reeling me in when I least expect her to and then tossing me out like garbage when she gets what she really wants. I’ve always been weak when it comes to her and she used that against me, knew just how to target my soft spot. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this when I know I messed up. It’s just… I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, about us. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to give up what we had for that- that succubus. I’m sorry, baby. Really. And I was just hoping that you might… wanna grab a bite to eat sometime? Maybe start over? Uh, yeah, so… that’s all. Give me a call okay? I… I still love you, Emma.”

The nerve. The audacity.

Emma grumbled loudly before pressing the replay button for the third time in a row and downing the rest of her wine, glaring at her phone like the object itself was offensive.

God, why did she do this to herself? Why did she let him get under her skin even now? She was done with him, so done, and had been doing extremely well adjusting and now with one damn voicemail she could physically feel the anguish from their engagement party resurfacing.

The man had no fucking right to call her and ask her out. What the hell was he even thinking? Did he want to have his balls kicked up inside his own body? Because that would be the only reason she would ever agree to see him again; to make it so that asshole would never procreate and pass his douchebaggery on to another generation.

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Convergence 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - Part 1 Chapter 14 - Part 2 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19-1 Chapter 19-2 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22

A/N: Loki has made his return to earth. Secrets are revealed as Bucky finds out that you and Loki were…lovers. Thor’s love of all things beer is unsettling. Welcoming the Summer Solstice with the next chapter. Enjoy.

Five days later…

“Uh…something is happening.” Sam announces as he pushes open the balcony doors.

The group gathered outside each gazing up at the northern light that began to devour itself. The greenish light grumbles then explodes.

Loki descends with me asleep in his arms.

A roguish grin spreads across his lips as he observed the curious look of the group. “I think this is yours.” He states handing Steve his shield.

“Thank you.” Steve says.

“You’ve been gone a long time, brother.”

Loki shrugs. “Only a day and a half.”

“More like five.” Bucky scowls.

“Time works differently when you travel between realms.”

“I can take her from here.”  Bucky says taking a step forward. Loki doesn’t move. “Give me my woman.” He snapped.

Thor playing the peacemaker. “Loki. Hand her over.”

Bucky reaches his hands out and I held on to Loki leaning into his chest. “Lo, no, please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.” I whispered in a dream state, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

If smugness was a person it’s name would be Loki Laufeyson at this moment. “The lady has spoken. I will take her upstairs and see to it that she is settle in.”

“Over my dead body.” Bucky growled as his left arm readied itself.

Loki laughed to himself at the thought of stepping over Bucky’s dead and mangled body, but a promise is a promise he says to his inner self as he walked towards the house without a second glance.

“Buck. Calm down. She’s back and that’s all that matters.” Steve says as Bucky’s eyes darkened into slits, watching as Loki entered their house with his woman clinging to him. 

“Where are we?” I croaked.

“Back in your world.”

“Where’s Bucky?” I eyed him when he didn’t answer. “You didn’t…”

He laughs. “No. Unfortunately a promise is a promise, Darling.” He answers kissing my hand that I observed was in his.

I examined the familiarity of the room. “Why am I so tired?”

“Being pregnant and traveling through realms does have its side effects. You should feel better after a full day’s rest.”

I nodded. “Lo, tell me a fairytale.” I say. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow that held Bucky’s scent.

He kisses my hand. “Darling, you’ve heard them all.” He says, but he gave in to my request…

“The year was 1601. Calliope lifted her head from the grass she was lying on and looked around at the cemetery; the cloudless onyx sky left an impression upon her like drifting in the open sea in the darkness…”

Bucky leaned against the wall eavesdropping on their conversation as the pieces began to fall into place. He listened to Loki’s story, observing through the ajar door how affectionate he was with her and a dark cloud of vexation clung to his chest because he realized that he was never this vulnerable with her. 

Bucky’s features collapsed as he dropped heavily into the chair opposite Sam and Steve.

“I do not envy you right now.” Sam observes. Bucky opens his eyes and gazes at him. Steve nudged him hard in the ribs. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures with his fingers drawing a triangle. “Can you say love triangle.”

“Can you say stop talking?” Steve chides.

“They were lovers weren’t they?” Bucky asked Thor who emerges with two beers in hand and made no attempts to offer either to anyone.

“It’s not my story to tell.”

Annoyed Bucky asked. “What can you tell then?”

“That you need to speak with the one who is making your heart heavy.”

Bucky’s jaw tightens. “And how do I do that when your brother is just so…”

“You will figure it out, you humans eventually do.” Thor answers then takes a swig of his beer, a smiled spread broadly across his lips. “This has to be man’s greatest creation.”

Bucky enters the room to see Loki sitting in the chair across from his bed. They exchanged a look.

“I need to talk to her.” Bucky says.

“She’s sleeping.”

“I don’t care. Can you leave us in private.” Bucky says with finality as he sits on the edge of the bed untying his boots.

Loki glances backwards to see Bucky in the bed with her and his features became unreadable as he closed the door behind him.

The overpowering scent of his familiarity pried my eyes open. I don’t think I will ever get used to the shocking contrast of his dark hair and cerulean eyes. I reached out and touched his beard, then ran my fingers through his hair, then tugged on his moustache. He closed his eyes and I swear I could hear him purring like a cat.

I stilled.

He opens his eyes and reaches forward kissing my lips lightly. “Dollface, please forgive. I love you.” He says against my lips.

“I love you, too, but there are so many secrets between us.”

“I will tell you everything you need to know.”

My gaze left his eyes and went to his lips. “I have something to tell you.”

He lifts my chin as the tears slid down my cheek.

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Not Entirely Make-Believe

Request: “Could you please write a reader x Cedric where the Reader needs a fake boyfriend to present to her parents and Cedric volunteers (but she is actually in love with him). Then soon afterwards someone asks the Reader on a real date and she says yes because she was convinced that everything with Cedric was fake but when he finds out he gets extremely protective and jealous? Thanks ^^ Love your stuff! 💙”

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: this is short n shitty lol enjoy

Originally posted by cedricdiggoryfans

Before anyone could voice their own reactions to the letter you had just read out, you pulled your wand out, casting a quick inferno spell and watching it burn to a crisp. Your head fell into your hands as the embers drifted to the floor, the ashes blowing away without a trace. Cedric popped his head down beside you, pulling your hair away from your face as you massaged your temples.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He cooed, placing a comforting hand on your back. You had to fight the urge to hum in content as he rubbed.

“Yeah,” your other friend chimed in, “I’m sure the wedding won’t be that bad. You’re overreacting.”

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Sending Our Love


  Jensen hated that he was so far away from her, especially in a time like this. He hated being away from her period but this weekend just seemed to make it all the worse. He knew that she needed him, more than ever actually, but she insisted that he go and be with the fans. She was always so supportive of his career and what he did. After all, he met at her because of his career. She practically packed his bag for him and pushed him out the door, not taking no for an answer. She knew just how much it meant to the fans to see them in person. She wasn’t about to take that away because she wasn’t well and needed him. 

  He couldn’t take his mind off of her the entire time and he was so damn sure it showed. His heart was back in Austin with his wife and no matter how hard he tried to keep his mind off of her, he couldn’t. Jared had kept his eyes on Jensen all day, reassuring him that Y/N was okay back in Austin with Gen and the boys. Y/N was a strong girl, and both of them knew that.

  “My question is for Jared,” the fan said into the mic. Jensen turned to face her anyways, trying not to stare into the wall behind her. “If Dean were to let Sam get a dog, which dog do you think he would get?”

  Jensen felt his phone vibrate in his pocket while Jared listened to the question. He pulled it out of his jean pocket and looked at the screen to see his wife’s face on the screen, requesting to FaceTime. He couldn’t deny her the call, especially if she needed him. He nudged Jared, showing him the screen. He nodded, giving Jensen the go look. 

  He pointed his finger up at the crowd and made his way backstage, sliding the accept call button. Moments later, her face popped up on the screen. She looked tired, wearing one of his red flannel shirts, laying in what looked to be their bed back in Austin. She was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Hey sweetheart,” he smiled. “Everything okay?”

  “It is now. I missed you and I needed to hear your voice. I’m sorry if I called at an inconvenient time,” she frowned, worry etched on her face. 

  “I’m in the middle of the afternoon panel. Do you want to say hi to everyone?” he questioned. She nodded her head profusely, a smile crack upon her lips. Jensen carried the phone in his hand and flipped the screen so she could see Jared’s back and the crowd on the screen. He picked up his mic, Jared looking at him with concern.

  “So, as you may know a little while back, Jared and a very significant other of mine came up with the Always Keep Fighting campaign. Have you guys heard of it?” he asked the crowd. The room went wild and Jared began to smile, knowing exactly where this was going. “Right now, my girl is at home, fighting her own battle like the badass woman that she is. How would you guys like to send her some of the love that Jar and I both know this family has for her. I’ve got her right here with me. Hey sweetheart, there are some people that want to say something to you,” he smiled. The whole room clapped and screamed for her, chanting her name amongst wishing her the best. 

  “Jar and I love you too, baby girl. We’ll be home before you know it,” he smiled at her, blowing a kiss to her through the screen. Jensen could see the blush rise upon her cheeks and it made his heart skip a beat. 

  “I love y’all, too!”

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Daddy Egos (Part 1)

Pairing: Egos x Reader

Requested: I have a request, so imagine everyone but as Dream Daddy.

Mark

•Wants one or two kids

•When he found out you were pregnant it was like a waterfall

•Tears from the both of you

•Tries to plan every single situation that might happen

“Mark put down the fire extinguisher”

“But what if-”

“I’m not going to catch on fire.”

•When your water broke he was on red alert.

•"SOMEBODY CALL A TAXI. WHY ISN’T NOBODY DOING ANYTHING!“

“Baby it’s literally just you and me in the room. You have a car. ”

“Oh right.”

•You give birth to a baby girl

•Mark is sobbing as the doctor passes him his daughter

•He starts to cry even more when she wraps her tiny hand around his finger.

•Crying because your daughters first word was dada

•Mark just cries alot

•Is the cool dad but can be serious when needed.

•It’s like taking care of two five year olds.

•You always end up being the bad guy because Mark always agrees with your child.

•But when needed he will back you up

•Him crying when you watch Disney movies.

“Honey we’ve watched the Lion King 5 times.”

“It’s just so sad. *sniff*”

•Teaching your daughter to ride a bike

•You’re surprised when your daughter turns both of her feet backwards.

•Mark is so proud.

He ends up crying because his baby girl is just like him

•When you’re tired from work Mark cooks and cleans.

•Vice versa when he’s tired from recording.

•Uncle Ethan and Tyler spoil the shit out of her.

“Wowie.”

“Goddammit Ethan.”

“It’s not my fault it’s catchy”

•CHICA LOVES YOUR DAUGHTER SO MUCH

•SHE RUNS AWAY FROM MARK WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER IS AROUND.

•she’s such a good puppo

•When your daughter gets her first period Mark is freaking out because you’re not home.

•Him frantically calling Kathryn and Amy to help because he doesn’t know what to do.

•Everything gets taken care of.

•Mark tries to be the best father he can.

•And he is.

•Such a happy family.

Dark

•The strict parent

•But not so strict where its suffocating

•Only wants one child.

•Because he doesn’t want his child to have to go through what he suffered being with all the egos.

•When you tell him you’re pregnant the smile that grew on his face was almost blinding.

•His eyes get a little misty as he places his hand over your stomach.

though he knew because he sensed something off about you.

•All the egos would find out immediately.

•Wilford would buy them little top hats and suspenders.

•Mark buys them a teddy bear and gives them his old gameboy

•Dr. Iplier buys them a doctors kit to play with when their older.

•King of the Squirrels gets them a squirrel stuffed animal.

•Google gets them an encyclopedia.

•Bim gets them a microphone.

•Even Anti buys a tiny Sam since he has always had a soft spot for you and babies.

•When your water broke Dark was so calm it startled you.

•You end up having twins.

“Aw crap I owe Google 20 bucks now. ”

•"WILFORD!“

•You have twin boys named (B/n) and (B/n).

•When you see Dark shed a couple tears while holding both of his boys, your heart flutters.

•Dark sniffs as he walks over to you kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you for everything.”

•Dark teaching them how to manipulate the pressure in rooms and people’s mind

“Dark I’ve told you this they want to be normal.”

“They can use it for school.”

“They are not going to manipulate their teacher Dark.”

“Fine.”

Wilford

•Doesn’t surprise him that youre pregnant.

•You guys do “it” a lot.

•Wilford didn’t want to but you both went to Dr. Iplier for check ups.

•"Well you’re having twins.“

What.”

•"At least you’re not dying.“

•Wilford almost misses the birth of his children because he was on set for his show.

He sadly didn’t have time to shoot his contestants.

•The twins end up being fraternal since one of them has your hair color and the other has Wilford’s.

•Wilford almost cried but keeps himself together.

•INSISTS ON BUYING THE MATCHING CLOTHES.

•That consists of White,pink, and yellow.

•Will shoot anyone who messes with his daughters.

•Wants to buy them a 2mm Kolibri.

“So they can defend themselves.”

My daughters are not having guns at the age of 5.

“So later?”

•Uncle Mark brings Chica over for the twins.

•He’s still surprised you agreed to go out with Wilford.

•Like really wHy.

•Wilf insists on making cookies for their bake sale.

•The kitchen almost catches on fire.

•He buys store bought instead

•He is so grateful he found you.

•Your daughters ex’s “disappear”

Dr.Iplier

•When he find out you’re pregnant he’s like a ball of excitement.

•Tries to play it off cool.

•His pal Dr. Schneeplestien insisted on letting him check you up.

•He’s never dealt with someone with mood swings this bad.

“Honey how do you feel. ”

I HAVE A CHILD GROWING INSIDE OF MY STOMACH HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL!

•You give birth to a healthy baby boy named (B/n)

•Iplier buys them baby doctor clothes

“Smile for the camera son.”

“Aww look at my boys.”

•You find Iplier reading the history of medical science while (B/n)

“What the hell Iplier.”

•Iplier is a very protective parent

•Because he’s seen so much shit happen to kids.

You teach (B/n) to ride a bike and Iplier freaks out

•One scratch and Iplier is fussing over it like he broke his leg

•Uncle Mark takes him to California sometimes

•(B/n) is always stopping Wilfords and Dark’s kids fighting each other.

•Iplier wants (B/n) to follow in his foot steps

•But if his son wants to be something else he’s be okay (though slightly disappointed)

It’ll All Be Okay

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky recently broke up with his girlfriend and now its your job to pick up the pieces 

Words Count: 687, just a lil drabble

Genre: slightly angsty, nothing too bad

Warnings: Language

So my last fic actually got notes! thought i might as well do another one :) Also, I’m still super new so if y’all have fic ideas, don’t hesitate to request fics! Don’t forget to follow like and reblog, I’m loving all the notes<3

 not my gif but oHMYgOd how cute is he in this gif??


   You woke up to the sound of cupboards slamming down the hall. As you flip over onto your side, you look at your alarm clock and groan. It’s 2:30 in the morning. Who in the right god damn mind is slamming cupboards in the middle of the night??

You sit up and stretch out your back, ready to give whoever it was a piece of your mind. You stand up and mentally prepare what you’re going to say as you walk down the hall to the tower’s kitchen, but what you find there shocks you.

“Bucky?” you ask alarmed, “what the hell are you doing on the floor covered in corn flakes? I thought you were staying with Clair tonight?”

He looks up at you with eyes full of tears,”(y/n)..” 

Shit, not again. 

 “she broke up with me, she said this time for good” he said turning his head to the refrigerator. They had been like this for over a year. They would be on and happy for awhile, then the fights would start, and then you would find him distraught and pick up his pieces just in time to watch him run back to her arms. It made it all the worse that you were madly in love with the man, he couldn’t see it and if the rest of the team did, they did one hell of a job hiding it.

You lean down, “’comon buck, lets go. Get up, we’re going to the couch.” He wasn’t drunk but he might as well have been, he was too upset to function. You finally get him on the couch then ran out of the room only to return with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. You sit down and pour him a drink.

He takes a sip the starts,”I don’t know why the hell I put up with this, she obviously doesn’t love me, so why do I keep going back to her” he mumbles.

Funny, you thought, I was just thinking the same thing…

You didn’t say anything, just grunted and leaned back. “(y/n), your a girl right?Why are girls like this? No one is here for me like you and Steve are. God I miss her, but she just didn’t understand! Hydra and the Winter Soldier  aren’t something I can just forget and move on from!” 

I understand.. You think.

“I don’t know.. Was it my fault? Was I to difficult to deal with? Maybe I talked too much, she said I do that a lot..” he said. You grab his chin and made sure he was looking in your eyes.

“James Buchanan Barnes, don’t you dare let me hear you say that again. This is not your fault. If she cannot handle your past, she doesn’t deserve your future. Someone who actually loved you would stick by you, faults and all, as long as you needed them. Sure you talk a lot, but I have never found it annoying have I? No. You know why?” Because I love you! “Because I’m your best god damn friend and those flaws she saw are just the different strokes that make up the masterpiece of you. She didn’t deserve you before and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve you now,” I do… “You got that?” you ask.

He looks at you with those damn puppy dog eyes that makes your heart melt and smiles, “Thanks (y/n), you’re a true friend. Wanna turn on some friends and forget that tonight happened?” 

You smile lightly back, “yeah Buck, sure. you set it up and I’m going to clear up your attempt at cereal of of the floor, I’ll be back.”

“thanks doll!” he said back, seemingly forgetting the moment you both just shared.

That night, you stayed up all night and ranted about the world. The next morning Bucky got a call from Clair and they made up as always. He forgets the pain she caused and You try to bury your feelings down as far as you can.

Because, I’m just a true friend right? Who would I be to tear them apart with my selfish desires…

Jaal x FemRyder

I don’t have a title for this, and probably not going to write any more on it (though I may use the idea for one of my other Ryders; this is totally something my Nell would do). This was written for @elenielwen‘s prompt, requesting a fic where Sara jumps in front of Akksul’s bullet rather than killing him or letting Jaal get shot. Just a very quick one-off, I’d probably rate it PG, just because of the shooting.

Under a cut because it’s a little long (1000-ish words):

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The Facts

Request: “Could you please do a supernatural Castiel x reader. Where castiel is acting strangely and after a awkward conversation with the angel, Sam works out he is in love with reader. Dean and Sam encourage Cas to tell her. She is shocked but overjoyed. Thanks love your writing”

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1682

Warnings: None

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine


The sun rays flickered through the line of trees, the Impala’s roaring engine becoming more comforting as you became accustomed to it. The wind blew your hair in every direction, twisting it into tendrils that flew in the air, flicking your face with tiny stings that made you giggle. Castiel watched you smile to yourself, your hand hanging out of the window, your fingers stretching through the fast airstream that passed over the car going about 100 miles per hour.

Cas started going over the little facts he knew, trying to distract him from the blissful scene that took place right beside him. Again, the car was going about 100 miles per hour. 103 to be exact. It was 3:52pm, and your moving bodies were travelling along the Mayfair highway in Arkansas, at this second to be at a latitude of 35.2010 degrees North, and a longitude of 91.8318 degrees West. In about 4 minutes and 23 seconds it would start to rain, but would only spit down for 54 seconds before the small cloud evaporated and the sun reined the skies once more.

He recalled these facts with ease, his angel capabilities aiding him with a limitless supply of useless knowledge. But there was one fact he couldn’t push from his mind, no matter how many others he tried to pull over the top of it.

It was the fact that he was in love with you.

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Anywhere I go, There You Are

Anonymous request: So, seeing as we’re both from Canada, I figured that you might be willing to write something where Bill’s girlfriend is Canadian & she goes to Sweden with him for the first time (maybe her first impression when they arrive in Stockholm is: ‘well, the cold weather’s definitely familiar to me’). Anyway, he takes her on a series of mini dates which revolve around sightseeing/relaxation; then, for the last one, he takes her on a very fancy dinner & proposes.

Disclaimer: Sorry in advance if you aren’t Canadian! Just close your eyes and picture yourself surrounded by a bunch of igloos and majestic moose, sipping on a large double-double coffee with two creams that you paid for in loonies, with a bowl of steaming poutine sitting next to you! 🍁🇨🇦💙 

It starts off as a playful conversation between two long-term lovers. You’re seated face-to-face, the only source of light in the darkened room emanating from varying degrees of melting candles. “If you could have anything for Christmas this year, what would it be?” Bill’s arm is slung over the back of your wooden chair, his other hand resting loosely around the stem of a white wine glass.

You push the almost empty plate of food out of your way and steeple your hands under your chin. “This is a loaded question.”

Bill shakes his head grinning, he lifts the glass to his lips and takes a hearty sip. “Its not, because I have a feeling I know exactly what you’d like. I’d like to hear you say it.”

You take a sip of your own wine, savoring the slightly bitter tannin against your tongue and set the glass down with a resounding clank against the marble tabletop. “I’d like to travel to Sweden with you. More specifically, Stockholm. You’ve been home to Canada with me a few times. You’ve met my family and vice versa, but it’s just… time.”

Bill tips the last of the wine into his open mouth, his gaze lingering on yours. “Well,” He beams brightly and produces two folded sheets of paper from his denim pocket. “I can’t even begin to fathom how much more beautiful Stockholm will be with you in it.”

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God, He Loved Her (s.h.)

Author : @dej_okay

Word Count : 1k

Warnings : flufffFfff

Requested? : Yepperoni Pepperoni. By anon “hey dej!! i hope requests are still open, if not just ignore this :) could you write a cute sam one? "can i be him” broke my heart and i would love to have it healed with some fluff ;) for a plot I’d be open for anything but an idea of mine would be like a fall day together that sam and x spend together, maybe even with his fam?? idk just something cute, that’s the main thing haha, anyways, i hope you have a lovely day!!“ I hope i did this request jus
tice anon!

Author’s Note : So I tried fluff whatever its actually pure fluff. no angst or sadness i did it @rileywrites-parker Thank you to some of my biggest inspirations @hufflepuffholland @babyparker and @parkerroos and @sam-a-holland

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Tags : @tiny-friggin-human

God, she’s beautiful.

Sam watched her with a content smile on his face, eyes shining with a type of happiness only a lover could bring.

God, she was all his too.

"Darling”, he called softly, tugging her towards him, his hands placing themselves on her cold cheeks, his face leaning down to press chapped lips against soft ones. Warm and just, moving against each other.

God, it just got better everytime.

When he pulled away, she was already staring up at him, eyes trained on him with a gaze filled with what could only be adoration. “What?”, he chuckled, thumb stroking her soft skin in circular motions.

“You’re beautiful.” He blushed, and she seemed to enjoy that. He always blushed when Y/N complemented him, which seemed to be often. She always showed her appreciation for him, and it made Sam feel amazing.

He felt her shiver, body chilling as the cool air enveloped them. He smiled, and pulled his scarf from over his head, and settled it around her own neck, adjusting it so it was just right, laying right above the collar of her sweater.

God, she just got even better.


Y/N pulled away, gloved hands reaching out, as did her arms, suspended in the air as she began to twirl. It took Sam a while, but he realised why she started the task, the different colour fall leaves beginning to fall around them.

He crouched, eventually coming into a sitting position on the leaf coloured ground. He admired her, his girl, the light of his life. His darling.

His hands reached for his camera, wanting to photograph that moment, to capture it all, for him to look back on later, and smile, because how did he get this lucky, and god, everything with her just got better.

“I love you”, he blurted, the words escaping him with so much truth, so much passion, that she stopped completely, and turned, and looked at him. Oh god, she looked at him.

She smiled. “I know.” He reached out for her with a pout, and waited until she suffered forwards to pull her down with him, the squeal that left her lips making his smile reappear. She took resident pressed up against his side, comfortable.


He rested his chin on her head, and breathed in the sweet smelling shampoo she used.

God, he loved days like this.

He loved days when it was just them, just him and Y/N, the world shadowing them. Days when only they mattered. Days that belonged to young love. To their love.

God, he loved her.

Sam’s fingers gripped onto her hand, lacing the ligaments together in an action of endearment. “I’m so in love with you.” He loved saying that. She was his, and he was so happy because of that. He wanted to shout it from rooftops.

He loved her.


How had he managed to gain her affection? He was just Sam Holland, a boy way too obsessed with piano, and musicals. A boy in a family of great people, where he didn’t always feel so amazing.

Y/N made him feel amazing. She made him feel important. She made him feel on top of the world. Like nothing could go wrong with him when he had her.

“Sam?”

He looked down at her, thoughts pleasing, happiness radiating off of him. “Yes, love?”

“I told you I loved you more.”

“Impossible.” Y/N obviously disagreed, making various attempts to prove she loved him more, but Sam wouldn’t accept it.


He swung their hands back and forth between them, leading her inside the heated building he was familiar with, ushering her towards a booth by the windows. He knew from experience that was the best place to view the town square from.

“Two apple ciders please.”  He hadn’t noticed her already ordering for the two, too distracted by her beauty, her presence in general. He was always astounded by her. She had the power to make him forget his own name.

He pulled her hand into his, stroking her knuckles through her mittens. Sam always had to be touching her, he had to have some kind of contact with her, had to show all of his affection in a simple action.

“You make me happy”, she spoke quietly, eyes trained on the people scurrying by outside in the cold air, hurrying home or to family. “You’re the only thing that makes me this happy.” He loved hearing that.


“Well, I would hope so.” He goofily grinned at her. “I try my hardest.” Sam pulled the cotton material of her gloves off, and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “You’re hands are freezing.” He began massaging her hands with his, breathing hot air onto the skin.

Two steaming cups of cider were sat in front of them, the waitress giving  them a knowing look. Sam picked one of the mugs up in his hands, and wrapped her own around the ceramic material.

“Keep your hands warm, sweetheart.”

She took a sip, and Sam watched as her eyes closed, point of her throat rising a little with a swallow. A content noise left her, and he picked his own cider up, and took his own hearty sip.

“I’ve been looking forward to this”, Y/N announced. “To autumn. With you.” She smiled down at her drink. “With us. Together.”

Sam Holland leaned forwards, and grabbed her cup, set it down, tilted her head up, and pressed his mouth to hers. He warmed her lips with his own until he was reminded that oxygen was a necessity.

When he sat back down, he noticed how happy she looked. “You’re glowing.” He loved it. “Makes me feel important. Like I can do something worth it.”

She laughed. “Well then, Sam Holland, the prime supply of the world’s happiness.” She shrugged. “You are important. You make me feel like me." 

God, he loved making her happy.

God, he loved how she made him happy.

God, he loved her.

Park // Colby Brock

Prompt: Im too lazy for one …. :)

Warning: Swearing, cuteness

A/N: Please leave requests :)

COLBY’S POV

She was so gorgeous. Here I am laying next to literally the perfect girl and I dont even have the balls to ask her out. She was totally my type and literally everything about her is just so perfect.

She’s gorgeous, sarcastic, funny, and so many other things. Nothing can describe how perfect she is. I was supposed to film with Sam but I forgot and I’m guessing he did too. He also I guess rescheduled the midnight game for another night.

I sighed and stood off the couch and turned off the TV. I picked up Y/N bridal style and carried her to her room.

-

YOUR POV

I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up looking around my room. I stood up from my warm bed and dragged myself down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sam looked up from his phone. He was sat at the kitchen counter as Colby was looking around in the fridge.

“Morning Sam.” I rubbed my eyes once again. “Where is everyone else?”

“Work and other things.” Colby answered but didn’t bother to look at me as he grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge. “The normal thing that adults do you knoww.”

“Oh.” I replied simply. “Is there any coffee?”

“Uh yeah Elton just made a fresh pot, it’s over there.” Sam pointed in the direction of it.

I poured myself a mug of hot black coffee and took a sip. “You don’t add sugar or anything?” Colby asked with a look of disgust on his beautiful face.

“Nope.” I shake my head and sat in the seat across from him.

“I am going to Kat’s today and Colby is going where ever he’s going, are you okay with being here alone for awhile?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I nodded and took another sip of the warm beverage.

“Okay. Elton is probably staying at Amanda’s and I doubt Corey will be home until late tonight so you’ll have the house to yourself.”

“That’s great, I get to binge watch some shows.” I grin but really I just wanted to be alone do I could cry. Something I haven’t done in a little while

“By some shows do you mean Teen Wolf perchance?” Colby asked and I nodded.

“I was planning on watching American Horror Story.” I said. “But Teen Wolf seems morr appealing.”

“Okay well, we’ll seen you later.” Sam said and Colby kissed the top of my head before following Sam out.

“Yep.” I nod. “See ya. Have fun at Kat’s and you too with whatever you’re gonna be doing Colby.

“He’s probably gonna masturbate all day.” Sam said and my nose scrunched up in disgust.

“That’s gross, Sam.” I cringed.

“Very. But also a little true” Colby agrees.

—-

Sam and Colby left about an hour ago and I was all ready to just lay on the couch and watch Teen Wolf but my phone rang.

(Italics: Gwen / Bold: Colby)

Hello?

Heyyy

What do you want, Colb?

Why so grumpy?

I was ready to watch a show but you interrupted me.

Well, I’m bored and have nothing else to do or go alone soooooo come onnn

Fine, are you picking me up?

Yeah. Be there in an hour.

Bye.

Byeeee.

I hung up and jumped off the couch. I ran up the stairs and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.

I put on my normal makeup and some red lipstick then grabbed a fast outfit. {Above} I left my hair down in its natural waves and headed down the stairs. I still had about 30 minutes until he got here.

I’m here. I looked at the text and smiled. I grabbed my purse off the couch and walked out the door. I opened the passenger door and slid in.

“So, what are we doing?” I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.

“I was thinking maybe we can just go to a park or something. I haven’t been to one in awhile.

“Okay.” I nod and he drives away and off to the park.

—-

“This is gorgeous.” I say in awe as I look around the park. There was a huge gorgeous lake next to it as well.

“I know I love it here.” Colby smiled and dragged me over to the swings.

I threw my flannel onto the ground and sat on the swing. “Can you push me?” I turned to Colby and he nodded and began to push me softly.

Soon I was pretty high and the wind was blowing my long hair around.

“So Y/N, tell me about yourself.” Colby continued to pump his legs but looked at me with his beautiful eyes. You and Colby had only started talking like this about a week ago and it was great.

“What do you want to know?” I asked and turned my head towards him.

“mmmm favorite things, passions, everything.” He smiled at me.

“Uhm I really like to read, I love music, one of my passions is most definitely acting or singing. I used to do a lot of plays in high school and I loved it.” I say. “Oh and my favorite color is probably black or navy blue.”

“You like to act?” He asked.

“Yeah uh, I like to pretend to be someone I’m not because it makes me forget how shitty my life is and I can live in the persons life that I am acting as.” I say.

He hummed in response and rubbed his chin. “What?” I ask as I noticed the weird look he was giving me.

“Oh nothing.” He smirked and jumped off the swing.

I watched as he pulled out his phone and began taking photos of me. I squealed and cover my face and I jumped off the swing and crashed into him.

His phone fell and so did we. “Well that was fun.” I laughed and looked down at Colby who was under me.

“If you call breaking every bone in my body fun.” He groaned and I Laughed, standing up and putting my hands out to help him up.

-

About an hour passed and Colby had already hurt himself about 5 times. I loved watching him fall off of everything around him.

“Shit.” I heard and turned to see Colby on the mulch. I laughed and held my hand out to help pull him back onto the play set.

“Alright I think we both have enough scrapes. Let’s go home now.” I said and he groaned, shaking my hand up and down since he never let it go when I helped him.

“Nooooo.” He whined.

“Yes come on.” I intertwined our fingers and dragged him to the car.

He groaned the whole way but once we got to the car we let go and got in. The whole way home we listened to music and danced.

Being with Colby made everything better. He was the one thing that could get my mind off of my dead family. I looked over and him and smiled to myself.

When we got home Elton fired questions at us, well mainly me.

“Where were you?” “Why didnt you guys call?” “I thought you were kidnapped since I know you dont leave the house alone.”

“Elton I’m fine, I was with Colby all day.” I assured him.

“Jesus did you guys beat each other up? You’re all covered in bruises.” Elton examined my legs. I looked down and back up.

“Yeah Colby likes to beat me.” I smirked and Colby started explaining what actually happened.

Elton nodded and I started up the stairs. “Wait Y/N. Do you want to film a video?” Elton stopped me.

“What kind of video?”

“We’re gonna go to suicide bridge. You down?”

“Yeah I guess.” I shrugged and went upstairs so I could shower and change.

When I was finished getting ready {outfit above} in warm clothes since I knew I’d get extremely cold later tonight I went and laid on Colby’s bed, waiting for him to shower.

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COLBY’S POV

I got out of the shower and walked yo my room with the towel on my waist. When I entered I saw Y/N curled in a ball. She must’ve fallen asleep waiting for me.

I smiled at her and quickly got dressed while she slept. “Wake up!” I yelled and jumped on her when I was fully dressed.

She screamed and kicked up, hitting me in the balls. I doubled over and fell on the floor in pain. “Shit Colby I’m so sorry!” She said and fell on the ground next to me.

“Kiss it and make it feel better?” I said with my eyes still squeezed shut.

“You wish.” She said and kissed my cheek instead of my balls.

“Yes I do wish.” I winked in pain.

“shut up.” She laughed and waited.

When my balls finally felt like they weren’t in my stomach she helped me up and dragged me down the stairs and to where Elton and everyone me as waiting for us.

“Were you guys fucking? We heard loud noises.” Sam smirked.

Gwen’s nose scrunched up in disgust and she shook her head. “I fell asleep waiting for him and he jumped on me and scared me so I accidentally kneed him in the balls.”

“Yeah accidentally.” I joked and rolled my eyes playfully.

“I can do it again if you’d like.”

“No please.” I put my hands over my jeans to protect me against any sudden blows.

“Alright you guys ready?” Elton asked as he picked up his camera. The room filled with “yes” and we all walked out to Elton’s car.

-

Once we got there Elton sat up his camera and we filmed the intro. While we filmed the into Y/N stood between me and Sam with her head down.

Y/N held onto the Ouija board with one hand and the other was laced with mine. Her hand was cold and she was shaking. I didn’t know if it was from fright or she was just cold but either way I held her close to me.

This was our third time being here and I felt as though out of us all Corey and Y/N would be the most scared.

“I know we’re descending into hell right now but 30,000 likes and Y/N and Colby will kiss” Elton smirked behind the camera.

“No we won’t.” Y/N denied and flipped Elton off. I wouldn’t mind kissing her but I also didnt want that to be our first kiss.

On the way down we saw a car and heard a few things. Y/N held onto me tightly but didn’t say she was scared to anyone. The last thing she said since the camera came out was her telling Elton no about the kissing thing.

“Ouch!” I heard Y/N screeched and I turned to her with concern. There was a cut in the middle of her hand and it was bleeding.

“Shit Y/N what happened?” Elton rushed over to her.

“I’m not sure.” She said snd showed the camera her hand. “Damn that hurt.” she laughed it off.

“Alright well if you’re okay then let’s get to our spot.” she nodded and we all continued our way.

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YOUR POV

We played the Ouija board and after a few questions we got to one asking if we were gonna die tonight.

“Fuck.” I groaned as I felt something go down my face and onto my lip. I was behind Elton since I didnt wanna play. I looked up and seen that Sam’s nose was bleeding.

“Guys?” I asked and they all turned to me. Elton’s flashlight went onto me and I wiped my nose and there was blood on my fingers.

“What the hell!” Colby rushed over to me and looked at my nose. “What happened?”

Everyone was freaking out and I was pretty calm, even though my nose was all bloody. Sam was pretty calm as well. Elton handed me something and I cleaned myself up.

After awhile of them freaking out and playing the game we all decided we would go to sleep. It was Amanda next to Elton and then Sam then Corey.

I sat up with Colby since I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I never sleep.

Colby soon passed out and I just stood on the wall with my head against it and eyes closed.

“What the fuck!” Corey shot up and was yelling over and over. We all looked at him with confusion as he explained that someone pulled his blanket.

“Guys can we leave?” I asked and grabbed Colby’s hand for protection. He held me close and looked at Elton asking if we could leave.

They all nodded and got the equipment and began running. We finally got to the top and made out way to the car. Once we got there we did the outro and went on our way home.