She is my “buddy” so I can earn candy by walking her. I don’t have the heart to trade her brothers and sisters for candy, so it is a slow process. Eventually I will have enough to make her a full adult.
I also don’t have the heart to un-”buddy” her, and I do not want to unfairly split my affection between many Pokemons, so she is my sole companion.
Feyre’s wish for her sisters to get to learn from Mor will now come true.
Not only that, but I think we all know if they’re going to find comfort and warmth and kindness from anyone at the Court of Dreams it’s Mor. At this brutal time in their lives, when they’ve been betrayed and violated, they have her to teach her how you can be strong and soft at the same time.
TL;DR Female characters supporting other female characters. ACOWAR, It’s happening.
To all of you who are reading this, who have played Stardew Valley and built an amazing community around it… thank you so much. The mods, the wiki, the encouraging messages, the fan art… I love it, and I’m so grateful and thankful for your support! I will continue to work hard and do my best to create memorable gaming experiences for you all, through Stardew Valley and whatever comes next!
The walls are still naked, the bed has no covers and nothing but the occasional borrowed book from the Bunker’s library resting on the nightstand indicates that anyone even lives in this room.
But there’s a hidden box under the bed, a box Dean only found by accident, when he was returning Cas’ freshly washed trenchcoat. The box is empty - except for two photos (one of Claire, one of Sam and Dean) and a small, frayed black feather.
The box stays in the room, under the bed, even when Cas isn’t there. It makes Dean breathe lighter, to know that Cas leaves something here that is valuable to him. That way he knows Cas is coming back sooner or later.
And he does.
Because there’s something valuable waiting for him back home, in the Bunker.
welcome to the avengers, buck (bucky barnes one-shot)
Plot: You’re a mutant with the ability to control the emotions and feelings of those around you. You’re also the team medic, traveling with the team and fighting if need be. Bucky is the newest addition to the Avengers, and you try to welcome him to the team. Unfortunately, things don’t go as smoothly as you planned.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: none but I maybe cursed?
A/N: i wrote this and posted it on my sideblog, but then I stopped writing there. so i thought i’d just bring this over here and leave that blog behind. i hope you guys enjoy it! pls remember that no gifs are mine. (also pietro is alive here)
was a little over 11 AM, and you had just woken up. You walked over to
the kitchen where Clint and Natasha were groaning and holding their
“What? Did a few games of beer pong not help you two?” You chuckle and begin making coffee.
telling you, that was no beer. Tony probably spiked the beer. He’s the
only idiot who’d spike an alcoholic drink with more alcohol,” Clint
lifted his head and covered his eyes. “Why is it so bright, Y/N? Make it
“Beer isn’t that alcoholic. Tony always likes making the
party games a big deal, can you blame him for making the drink more
fun?” You smile and pour out two cups of coffee for the hungover
Avengers. “And Clint, babe, it’s called the sun. It’s bright because
it’s the day time and I can’t stop that.”
Clint grumbles as
Natasha practically inhales the coffee and holds her cup out to you,
pouting as though asking for more. You sigh and pour her another cup.
Just as you hand her the cup, Cap walks in with a rather rugged,
scraggly looking man with a metal arm. They stand at the doorway to
converse and before you get a chance to ask who he is, Nat begins
talking as though reading your mind.
“Bucky Barnes,” Natasha
smirked as Steve continued talking to the shaken man. “One of Cap’s
oldest friends and the newest addition to the Avengers. If there’s one
thing you should know about him, it’s that he’s temperamental. Stay away
from him Y/N.” She downs her coffee and continues. “And don’t mention
his metal arm.”
“Temperamental?” You raise an eyebrow at the Black
Widow. “There isn’t a single Avenger who isn’t temperamental, Nat. If
you think that I’m gonna leave our newest edition out in the cold,
you’re dense. Besides, he’ll have to take his final assessment with me.
He’ll be top notch before you know it.” You pour out two cups of coffee
and make your way over to Steve and Bucky.
“Y/N,” Steve smiles,
relieved that you’re not giving him or Bucky the cold shoulder. “This is
my friend Bucky. He’ll be joining the Avengers soon.”
to meet you, Bucky,” you smile at the handsome brunette in front of you.
“I’d shake your hand, but I’ve got coffee in both of them. Here,” you
hand him a cup and Cap the other. “Welcome to the Avengers.”
“The pleasure is mine,” Bucky spoke out hoarsely. “I hope everyone is as warm and welcoming as you are.”
hope so too. But the Avengers are a wild bunch. They’ve been through a
lot, Bucky. It’s hard for them to trust each other some times. If they
come off rough, please don’t take it personally,” you place your hand on
his shoulder and smile warmly.
“What’s your place in the
Avengers, if you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky smiles at you and Steve
looks shocked. “Steve told me your name but not much else.”
“Yeah because she walked over with coffee as I was about to go into detail,” Steve huffs and you chuckle.
got it from here, Rogers. You go brief the other knuckle heads. I can
watch over Bucky,” you smile and Steve looks at you hesitantly before
“Stay safe you two,” he yells over his shoulder as he walks over to Clint and Natasha.
you smile and look over to Bucky. “I’ve got a bit of an odd roll if
we’re being honest here. I’m a doctor but I fight alongside them when
they need me. There’s not much to me, to be honest.”
that,” Bucky chuckles and looks at me oddly. “I’m never really
comfortable with anyone at all, why am I so comfortable with you?” He
muses and you remove your hand from his shoulder.
guess that’s my fault. I meant to calm you down a little, and I may have
put in a little too much energy,” you bite your lip and Bucky looks at
you, confused. “I have the power to control emotions, feelings.”
“Oh,” his eyes widen briefly before hardening. “So you were trying to manipulate me, to control me like THEY did.”
Your eyes widen at his last statement as you take a step back. “I would
never be so ignorant, Bucky. I can’t control my power yet. Sometimes it
becomes a little overpowering.” You give him a tight lipped smile and
step away some more. “I’ll keep my distance from you, but feel free to
come to me if you need any help.” Without waiting for his response, you
walk away. You decide it’s best to keep some distance between yourself and the handsome Winter Soldier.
A Few Months Later
Bucky’s been in the tower for a little over three months and he was
doing exceptionally well. He’d overcome all the physical hurdles almost
immediately. Next, Clint and Natasha worked on his reflexes and memory
training. He then had to work on hand-to-hand combat with the twins, in
the event that we come across anyone else with superpowers. Now, it’s
time for his final assessment: his mental examination with you.
and Bucky started off on the wrong foot, and for the first month you
did all that you could to avoid him without being rude. Eventually, he
caught your rift and felt this sinking feeling in his gut. He got Cap to
talk to you about it, and you realized that maybe you weren’t being as
subtle as you’d hoped.
Soon enough, you’d show up to his training
and his assessments. You even managed to get a smile out of him as you
cheered him on during his physical examination. You eventually grew a
soft spot for the scruffy brunette, just as he had one for you.
And now, he’s sitting in front of you, nervous as can be.
please, I can feel your heart beating a mile a minute, and I promise
that I’m not using my powers,” you grab his hand and try to soothe him,
human to human. “This is not going to be what you think it is. I
Buck breathes in and out, trying to relax just as you
had asked of him, but he could not help it. He remembered the room he
was in when HYDRA was assessing him, and this is what your room reminds
You quickly catch on to his quick glances and short breaths, remembering what you read about his previous assessments.
“Oh, crap. James I’m so sorry,” you stand immediately, gathering your clipboard and a few other essentials. “Come on.”
He looks up at you, confused. “We haven’t started the assessment yet,
have we? Or–oh crap! Did I already fail? W-wait no, I–”
look at me. Please relax. I promise your assessment hasn’t yet started.
You will not fail this, I’ve got you,” you smile warmly at him and hold
out your hand. “Trust me, please.”
“Oh,” he hesitantly looks up at
you, your smile almost immediately calming his nerves. He grabs a hold
of your hand and nods. “Okay.”
He watches you, his gaze softer than you’d seen before. You clear your throat and look away, but his gaze lingers.
“W-what? Do I have something on my face?” You try to remove your hand from his to check your face, but Buck doesn’t let go.
Y/N. I just wanted to thank you. You welcomed me warmly the first day,
and here you are: saving me during my last assessment,” he smiles and
kisses the back of your hand. You blush in return and nod.
do whatever it takes to make sure you’re back and better than ever, for
yourself more than anyone. Now, come on,” you whisper and slowly pull
him up. “We can continue this on the roof.”
He looks at you,
slightly bewildered but still happy to get out of the small room. He
stands and holds on to you, scared that you’d leave him if he let go.
You two walk out of the room and you smile ahead as he smiles softly down
You two step into the loud dining room and all heads turn to you. Almost immediately, a hush falls over the normally
rambunctious group. You and Bucky stop walking and look up to see everyone watching you, jaws practically touching the floor.
“What, you didn’t see that coming?” Pietro breaks the silence, everyone else groaning as he brings back his famous one liner.
Sometimes Castiel fancies that he is not alone in the big old house.
Sometimes he sees things from the corner of his eye, fleeting shapes that are gone when he turns his head. He catches fragments of conversations from behind a door, but when he opens the door he finds the room beyond it empty. He smells wood-smoke in his bedroom although no fire has been lit. The smell does not leave, not even when he opens the window to air the room out.
Whatever else is in the house, it is not mortal, not human.
Castiel does not believe in ghosts. He believes that the dead are dead. If they have been good then their souls go to Heaven. If they have been bad, then they go to Hell.
He believes this, but the old house causes him to wonder.
If there is something there, then Castiel is sure it means him no harm.
More than once he has felt the soft brush of another’s hand against his own, although he is still quite alone.
Whatever it is, it is growing stronger, emboldened by Castiel. It is trying to break through to him, to manifest itself fully until Castiel can see it, hear it, scent it and feel it in all it’s glory. It is trying to become corporeal for him.
Castiel finds himself longing for the day when it does.