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❛ There is a ringing in his ears before there is anything else, he knows, and then the lights. Later when he reads the Ekakshara Upanishad in the quiet of the night, lab dark, empty, cold, he will liken this to the primordial O m 

❛ In the end, he chooses flight, running as fast as his feet can carry him, retracing his steps, feet only faltering when his hand is on the door of the building he calls home, seeing his reflection in the smooth glass – the dark hair, high cheekbones, blue eyes, shocked and wide. His mind stutters, jumps to the book of Genesis, 1 : 2 7 .  { x }

Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

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i have been thinking

dan is soft edges, gentle fingers, curled fringe and caramel brown eyes. loud giggles and all black in the summer. phil is all sharp corners, long limbs, pale skin with dark hair with light blue eyes. hand covering mouth, tongue between teeth and colourful graphic tees. They are so opposite on the outside but so in sync on the inside. They share interests and jokes that we might never be able to understand. they spend everyday with each other but they are still learning new things about each other every. single. day. The bond they share is so strong and all i want is to have someone to share that with.

Liberty Pt.1

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters:  Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker

Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence.

Word count for this chapter: 1,759 (IM SORRY)

Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.

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Why are you looking at me like that, dear?” Your father asked, his face bearing confusion.

Oh, do excuse me father, I was.. day dreaming… may I be excused from the dinner table?” Your father gave you a curt nod as you exited the dining hall. Your father was a Governor, therefore you lived in a luxury house, big enough to fit a whole crew of men, you could wonder the premises for hours, but growing up doing just that deemed you bored, trapped even.

Living in Port Royal gave you barely any benefits, indeed, there were beautiful landscapes to be painted, warm sand beaches to be walked upon, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to explore further than the village fences, the harbor docks, into the sea that waved at you, tempting you to come closer, closer. You would give anything to be set free of the corsets and the courtship, to be free to roam the ocean as you please, discovering new places and the thrill of being a…nevermind.

You had heard stories of countless pirates, Captain Tony Stark of the Mighty Veronica, a large ship painted crimson and gold, with white sails and cannons filled with such powerful gunpowder one hit from a three barrel could split another vessel in half. From Captain Rogers, an ex-commodore, to Captain Romanoff with co-Captain Barton, better known as the Hawkeye of the seas due to his skills as a perfect shot with a pistol, you had heard extraordinary things from the men that survived on.

As a little girl, you were brought up by the maids in the household as your mother had died during childbirth. You barely left the god-forsaken island, it was very rare to go on even a short voyage with your father and his men, ’having a woman on board is bad luck.’ and only to return empty handed and deprived of proper contact with the outside world.

You were sheltered and innocent, men of the guard pined after for you since you grew a bust and shed your baby fat, you understood the means of their stares after you asked your chambermaid, Marie, what it meant to be a ‘tight little virgin’ as the men would whisper amongst themselves as you walked by. You knew very well what a kiss was, in fact, you had had a kiss indeed, your dear childhood friend Peter Parker had bestowed a secret kiss upon you on your 16th birthday, underneath the main dock, though there was no 'spark’ on your end, therefore you had to tell him that his feelings were unrequited, he never stopped being your friend, though.

You came to know Peter after you had saved his life, he had been thrown overboard from the ship he had been sailing on, alongside his father, had been blown up from the below deck gunpowder barrels.

“Father, look, a boy!” You had gasped, your father had rushed to your side and bellowed man overboard, a team of men upon the vessel had reeled him in and left him under your charge.

He was handsome, to say the least, as your hand brushed his forehead, he grabbed your wrist-

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’m watching over you.” You spoke in a hushed tone.

The boy had coughed out a spluttered 'Peter Parker’ before falling unconscious once more.

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Bucky Barnes was many things, wealthy, handsome, 'built like god himself’ as some women would say as he swaggered past them in the night, also a skilled thief nonetheless. But he was a shell of a man, plagued by the things he witnessed whilst sailing the doldrums of the ocean. As he moored his ship by the docks of Port Royal he briefly tipped the manager and his assistant a shilling each to keep their mouths shut about him and his men, and that his name was Captain William Pintel, he had ordered his crew to change the sails to white before they got anywhere near the border of the island the sails to white so they could conceal their identities.

He had come to trade, to drink, and maybe get a little bit of action for the night before being on his way to Haiti. He was a wanted man, he had liberated slaves when he was not supposed to, and that resulted in him becoming branded a pirate. The brand grew on him, and he became exactly what he was called, he had grown tired of trying to be the perfect man of the sea and broke the code instead, he sought trouble wherever he went and that was his way of living.

Though Port Royal was not a large area, it was densely populated and it was guarded heavily, with men walking around the village with their guns and bayonets. Bucky had his head hung low as he made his way through the crowds with one of his men, Sam, a man of colour whom Bucky had freed alongside the rest of the slaves.

He needed a sword.

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You looked out of your window to see a dark ship rolling towards Port Royal, you could see the white sails calling to you at your bedroom window. The temptation to leave everything behind was screaming at you, beckoning you to go, liberty was practically screaming your name, bobbing up and down, you needed a disguise, you couldn’t board that bloody ship wearing a dress like this, it would blow your cover.

An idea.

You had hastily run to your kitchen and fetched a satchel and filled it with essentials. you escaped out of your household in seconds towards the blacksmiths, where Peter should be. As you neared the large wooden doors of the building, you peaked through the gap and saw nothing, heard nothing, even. So you pushed open the door, he wasn’t there, you checked in the back room where he stayed; nothing, you rummaged through a small crate and found a pair of trousers and a shirt, you slipped off your dress and underclothes and shoved them under the bed, freeing your hair from its pins and letting it fall loosely on your shoulders and changed into the borrowed clothing..

You left the room feeling a little lighter, but a weight fell onto your shoulders as you realized you needed to tell Peter where you were going, being your best friend, he deserved to know, he didn’t deserve to worry. You grabbed a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink and a quill.


Peter,

I’m sorry but by the time you read this I will be gone, I’m boarding a ship at the dock and never returning, I plan to find a new life, to branch out and roam the world to no end. I hate to leave you behind, I love you very much- the ship is black with white sails, it has a red star on the side also, if you ever need to find me, look for it.

All my love,

Y/N

P.s. Please, don’t tell my father.


You could heard the door begin to open and you legged it to the back door, you didn’t know who it was but you prayed to the gods it wasn’t Peter, it was too soon, and it was easy for him to spot you in a crowd, he would catch you instantly, so you ran.

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Bucky sauntered into the deserted blacksmiths, he peaked around to see if anyone was in there, but it was silent, he could smell the burnt out coal and could tell it had been deserted for hours, though, he came across a freshly written letter and noticed that his ship was mentioned in said letter. He was aware he was a wanted man, what if this was a trap? What if the company knew he was here? Breadcrumbs, you had accidentally left the first, so he took the affects he needed and ran towards his ship.

A girl upon my ship, this should be interesting… Bucky thought to himself.

As he arrived to the dock he could see the red faced manager run to him, “Captain Pintel!! A girl… has boarded… your ship… Sir!!” He huffed, Bucky pushed him aside and climbed onto his vessel, making sure he was as silent as a mouse.

He looked everywhere, and there was no sign of a girl. None of his crew saw a tresspasser, and begin to move the ship out of the dock on captain’s orders.

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You tried to still your breathing as you saw the handsome man search upon his ship for the intruder, you were hiding behind a rum barrell as he neared. You could hear his footsteps come to a halt, thinking he had given up, then you felt yourself being yanked up by the collar of your shirt, being pushed again the wall of the ship. His large hand came up and his fingers wrapped around your throat as the other rested against the sword handle on his belt all you could do was stand there.

He was strong, you dared not to move an inch incase he added pressure to the hand on your throat. You mapped his features; dark hair, full lips, tantalizing blue eyes, you realied who this man was, it was Captain James Barnes, the most wanted man on the map, you knew this because you heard stories around the village, from men and women alike.

Well, well, well, what pretty little thing do we have here?” He smirked, bringing a finger to tease one of your locks, “what’s your name, doll?

Y/N Y/L/N, s-sir.” You spluttered, you brought your hands up to try and pry his one off your throat.

Uh-oh.. the Governor’s daughter, hm? Tsk tsk, oh darling, you’re in for a- you shouldn’t dig your nails into my skin, sweetheart, I saw your little letter in the blacksmiths and I won’t hesitate to take you back sweetheart, or maybe… dump you in the middle of the ocean?” He inhaled and tightened his grip around your throat, and narrowed the proximity between both your faces.

Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad, if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…

Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…

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A/N SOOOO that was the first chapter i hope you like it if people want me to continue im gonna need hella motivation!

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Friends Part 2

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1265

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Part 1

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing

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Your Saturday was pretty boring, you promised yourself that you would clean your apartment and after getting ready for the party last night you really should clean this place. The floor of your room was full of clothes, you had a sink with a lot of dishes and you found an item of makeup in every room of the apartment.

You definitely need to clean your place.

Even knowing that you have to clean, you didn’t want to. You have one of the worst hangovers of your life, your head is pounding and you feel dehydrated. So here you are, lying on your couch texting Dan while you bargain with yourself to clean this place.

You try everything, if you washed your dishes you would reward yourself with a cup of hot chocolate, if you put your dirty clothes in the washing machine you could nap for a half hour but that didn’t work, so you stay on your couch all day.

“Are you still in your pajamas?”  You open your eyes, seeing Bucky holding a pizza box and some ice cream. You nod, you must have fallen asleep on the couch “Yes, they are so cute they have little bunnies on them.” He sits on the end of the couch, putting your feet over his lap “Did you eat something?”

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Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son fic Part III

Thank you guys for loving my hc’s just as much as I do! I’ve listened to you guys say you want a fic, so instead of hc’s I’ve taken the dot points out so it flows better. We’re about 3/5 of the way through!

Check out Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Seraphine

This is the most ugliest creature she has ever seen, Seraphine thought. She glances at Fen beside her, wincing at the sharp pain caused from the movement of her shoulder. Her wolf was growling at the creature in front of them. It was feakishly tall, wearing a dark, ragged, old cloak, it’s face wrinkled like a prune.
Taking note of the creatures’ eyes, like deep, deep pits of nothing, Seraphine couldn’t help but wonder who this creature is.
The air feels static until it answers out loud for her.
“The Suriel,” it says.
Seraphine tried to hide her surprise, tried to hide the fact that she had no weapons, not even a pathetic stick to defend herself—besides Fen who was already injured himself.
“Are you the one who brought me here?” she asks the Suriel boldly, because there was no other way to face a creature weaponless and injured.
The Suriel raises it’s eyebrows like it knows Seraphine’s secrets—she shivers at the thought of a creature like the one in front of her knowing her deepest secrets.
“I meant here,” she clears her dry throat and gestures at the camp. “Did you save me?”
The Suriel gives her a simple shake of it’s head.
“You and I are more alike than you think, Seraphine. Funny, what fate can do.” He gives her the most devilish smile. “Find the ancient one. She can—” The Suriel suddenly stops, and sniffs the air. “I have to go, your m—”
A dagger was now pressed against the Suriel’s throat from behind.
Seraphine recognised that dark hair, those midnight blue eyes staring right at her—through her, into her soul.

Kastiel

“Before you leave, old friend,” Kastiel whispers into the Suriel’s ear, “I’ll make you a bargain.”
Kastiel’s eyes are still on the girl, she was so thin, so pale and helpless, that he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to help her. Why is there such a feeling in his heart—the need to protect someone he has even yet to talk to?
“Make no mistake,” the Suriel replied back. “I am only a relative of the Suriel your mother knew—and maybe I’m not as friendly.”
Kastiel takes his eyes off the girl and turns toward the Suriel. He had no time for games. “I’ll give you the ruby, in exchange for healing the girl fully—no tricks.
Ignoring the girl’s sharp intake of breath, her mortal heart beating faster and louder in his fae ears, Kastiel awaits for the Suriel’s reply.
“Fen too,” the girl suddenly blurts out, gesturing to her wolf. “I want him healed,” she says, adding a quiet please that made Kastiel’s heart squeeze. Her voice sounded awful. Kastiel hadn’t even talked to his team about the possibilities of returning without the ruby, but whatever their punishment was, he wouldn’t allow it to happen—he was willing to take all the blame for this, so long as he helps the girl now.
“And what, Prince of the Night, would I do with a ruby that big? Where would I even put it?” the Suriel asks. “In my pockets?” he gestures at his tattered, old cloak, shrugging.
Kastiel didn’t care what the Suriel wanted at this point. There was nothing in this world that he owned that was more worth it than the girls’ back, patched up and healed.
The Suriel shares a knowing look with Kastiel, his eyes glinting. “I want your cloak, prince.”
“Done,” Kastiel says, already feeling the burn of the tattoo etching on his upper forearm.

Seraphine

Seraphine’s breath was knocked out of her—feeling her body heal itself from her cuts and bruises, her malnourishment from the long, long days on the road slipping away. The Suriel gives her one last look, a strange one, before it disappears from her view.
“Are you alright?” the boy—no prince says to her. Now that she can see him better in the daylight, Seraphine notices his broad shoulders, his tan complexion and the way his full mouth curves up, in a secret smile. There is no doubt in her mind that he is the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. He takes a small step towards her, but Fen is already growling before the prince could say anything further.
“Oh, hush Fen,” she orders her silly wolf. Seraphine looks at the unusual group in front of her—two girls, one with beautiful long red curls, and a pale complexion, another with dark hair and skin; and three boys— all tan with dark hair. But the one in front of her has the most beautiful blue eyes. “I know I should be scared, but isn’t it odd to feel safe with a company of strangers.”
The air suddenly feels heavy between them.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, reaching for her hand.
“Yes,” she answers, without any inkling of doubts, and reaches towards him too.

Kastiel

“My name is Kastiel, and this is my team—Grigor, Ariadne, Lilia and Zephyr,” he says into Seraphine’s ear, smelling the sweet smell of her silver hair.
Kastiel clears his throat and shifts his arms under her weight, which was too light for his liking. He didn’t want to think of the possibility of dropping her, remembering how her body fell from the sky earlier. Kastiel hadn’t mentioned the black pit to her either. He didn’t want her to feel caged in his arms, with no where to turn when he asks her about it.
“Seraphine,” she suddenly says slowly, not taking her eyes away from the sky ahead.
As they make their way home, the mist preventing Kastiel’s magic is slowly thinning. He could already feel his own magic returning.
Kastiel sends a message into his father’s mind.
“Father, we’re on our way back.”
There was slight static before his father replies.
“Hurry home, Kastiel, your uncle is getting anxious,” his father says with humour in his voice, making Kastiel feel warm from the sound. There was a pause before his father asks, “did you get the jewel?”
“Yes father, but something strange has happened—”
“Something strange,” his father interrupts, “in the magical forest that is no-man’s land?”
“Father please, be serious. There’s a girl–”
But before Kastiel could continue, an awful scream tear from his mouth. He felt pure, painful agony from his chest and arms.
He looks down at the sight of Seraphine covered in flames around him.
She too was screaming, trying to contain whatever powers she had into herself. The smell of burnt flesh invaded his nose.
Kastiel uses the water powers inherited from his mother to douse the flames in hands and on her body, but he couldn’t concentrate on holding her up and making sure they were still in the air.
He could already feel her slipping through his arms.
Kastiel’s team tried to help, before strong familiar arms wrapped around him. Kastiel closed his eyes, swallowing another scream coming out of him. He still couldn’t get used to the feel of winnowing, especially when it was for longer distances, but he thanked the God’s that his father and uncles were there.
Finally, for what felt like an eternity, Kastiel and Seraphine land with a loud thud in his house in Velaris.

The Princess and the Robin: Part 1

AN: Here we go again! This Easter I am bringing some updates to all your favorite stories! And some new starts, starting with part one of Damian’s soul-mark series. I hope you enjoy it!


Prompt that inspired this: Older!Damian imagine!(Like 18-20) Reader is a princess from a made up country and her dad is close w Bruce so WE hosts a huge celebration for her bday.But the party gets attacked or something and she’s forced to go into hiding w the Waynes and her parents are sent somewhere else. During her stay she & Dami really connect.W fluff and a beautiful bday gown the whole 9 yards! Im sorry this is so long but I’ve been thinking about it for a while(Maybe even a series or even the parents as ex-heroes?

    “Enjoying the party, princess?”

    Your eyes slide to the man next to you. He’s taller than you, and a carbon copy of his father. He’s all dark hair, blue eyes, and olive skin. Three women had already swooned in his presence, but not you. You know better, you know exactly how dangerous it is to fall for the man in front of you. To do so would cost you everything; your kingdom, your people, and your family.

    As you stare at him, you can’t help but wonder how different things would have been, had you been normal. If you’d had a say over your own life. You do your best to not entertain the thought.

    “Want to dance?”

    You eyes narrow, “Not with you Damian Wayne. Not now, not ever.”

    The smirk never leaves his face, even as he watches you walk away. You slip away from the party and into the bathroom. You struggle for breath, as you lock the door and pull at the strings on the back of the dress. You want it off!

    When you can’t get it after several minutes, you slide to the floor, and try to catch your breath. Your life had been so different three months ago, you’d been set in your determination. You had known exactly what you were doing with your life, and exactly what was needed.

    You had been in the states for a royal tour, and you’d been in Gotham for a Wayne Enterprises Gala. Things had been going swimmingly, right up until it had been attacked, and you had been kidnapped.

    You were the heir to the Kaznia throne, your mother was Queen Audrey. You were an only child, and if someone were to remove you, then the throne would be open to the next in line, Count Vertigo.

The man was a snake, of that you were sure. He was slimy and manipulative, and he was determined to get his hands on the throne, and your people. Your mother was still young and healthy, but a series of accidents over the last several months had put you on alert.  

There was little you could do to remove him from court, at the moment, but you were working on a more permanent solution. Then you had been kidnapped. It had happened in a storm of men dressed in black, with guns. You’d been whisked out of the theatre, before anyone could do anything.

You’d been held in a dark, dank cell for several days. You’d refused any food offered, and only drank a necessary amount of water. On the fourth day, things had taken a turn, for the better or worse you still weren’t sure, but your life had changed forever that day.

He’d appeared dressed in red and black, like a demon out of hell. He’d taken down the men guarding your cell, and picked the lock before you could understand what was happening. And then he’d said the twelve words you knew by heart, the words tattooed across your right hip, “If you’d follow me your highness, I’ll get you out of here.”

You’d spent hours staring at those words, from the moment they’d first appeared on your skin. You’d fantasized about the man who would say them, and more than once you’d gotten caught up in the daydream.

You’d dreamed about a young handsome man who’d whisk you away from a party. You’d stroll through a garden, he’d smile, and you’d blush. It would be like a story from a fairy tale. Instead, you’d gone four days without a shower, were dressed in a ripped ball gown, and you were being held against your will.

So, you say the only thing you can think of, “Why does it have to be a Robin?”

Always Has Been

Alo! Psh, so, CORAN AND LANCE BONDING MOMENT BC YES. This is like the fourth chapter of Don’t Put Out the Glow fic I have in my Ao3, but yeah! You can read it separetly. 

The main point here is that Lance is beated up as hell (that happens in chapter 1) and he’s bed resting and the team takes turn to watch over him and take care of him and this time it was Coran’s turn!! 

So, link to read from the start is here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9630371/chapters/21758132

But like I said, *shrugs* you don’t have to, just know that Lance is emotional and beated up bc of their last mission. 

Ps. I have the hc that Alteans’s language was …well greek bc I’m not creative enough to come up with cute nicknames in alien language SO GREEK: 

kardiá liontarioú (greek) means lion heart.
mikró ílio (also greek) means little sun.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


“And there I was: Alone with only my flubber and my tutter with at least fifty hundred Deditions. It was hopeless for any Altean…except for me! I stared at the eye of Death smugly and attacked without mercy. Victory was so close I could taste it, quite literal because one of the Deditions fell into my mouth, I might add. Time became slow and it was as I was in a hurricane and there was no escape but do you know what I did,  my boy?”

“What did you do, Coran?” Lance asks quietly, smiling softly at the Altean as he takes a sip from his cup.

“I beat every single one of those Deditions! It was the most satisfying victory of all, my boy!”

The brunet giggles under his breath. “But, Coran, aren’t Deditions like small puppies?”

“My boy! Their piles of cuddles and big shiny eyes could kill an entire army! No one is able to resist their cuteness!”

“Except you.”

“You can survive any outside cuteness when you see this face every day, my boy.” Coran says proudly as he points at his own face and he grins when the brunet laughs gleefully.

“Can’t argue with that logic.”

Coran smiles as he watches Lance chuckle softly. The brunet still has a big bump on his right side of his head, the corner of his lower lip is covered in dried blood and his eye is not as swollen as before but still sensitive and red.

Lance still looks bad but the bright smile on his face tunes out every visible injury and Coran can’t be more grateful with the universe for allowing him to see that smile.

“You know,” He starts after a few minutes in silence, voice gentle and longing, his eyes still looking at Lance fondly, “You remind me of my son.”

Lance’s laughter stops abruptly and then turns his head towards Coran, mouth wide open in surprise and then he’s frowning concern.

“Coran –” He starts, voice small and hesitant but Coran cuts him off by standing from the chair and walking towards the brunet, taking seat on the corner of the bed besides Lance.

“He was a good lad. He had his mother’s hair and eyes but besides that he was a mini me.” Coran chuckles, crossing his right leg across his left one and dropping his elbow on it, resting his chin against his open palm, “His mother used to say that we should have named him Coran Jr; saying that it fitted him better with his wild personality and loud upbeat voice.”

Lance licks his lips nervously and then speaks in small voice, “What was his name?”

“Lyon.” Coran replies calmly, “His name was Lyon.”

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Angel’s Wings

Characters – Cas x Reader, Sam, Dean

Summary – It takes a near death experience for the reader to find out why she can see an angel’s wings.

Word Count – 5,983

Warnings – Canon-type violence

A/N – When I hit my 500 follower milestone, I did drabble requests. I only received two, so I am turning them into full one shots instead! This one was from @trinityjadec: “OH MY GOSH CONGRATS YOU DESERVE SO MANY FOLLOWERS!!! Could I have Cas and something with his wings? (still have an unhealthy obsession) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK”

Here you go, Trinity!  I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry for the wait! 

Also written for @percussiongirl2017’s I’m Finally Legal Birthday Challenge.   I got #37: Why can I see your wings?  And the song “If I Died Today” by Tim McGraw

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You would never forget the first time you saw Castiel.  You were sitting in the bunker library with Sam, discussing a possible vampire case up in Omaha that you’d been trying to research for several days, when the front door opened and Dean began descending the stairs with another man you’d never seen before.

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Long Distance (Chapter Five)

I love this chapter! Our boys are the cutest! Can’t wait to hear what you guys think!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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{Group Text}

From Steve– good morning honey. My last class gets out at 345 today, and Bucky has to be at practice at 5, so we will have about 45 minutes free when we can all talk. Does that work?

From Tony–sounds perfect. Are we just group texting now?

From Bucky–yep. I’m tired of being  left out of your conversations. I need to be included in everything from now on.

From Tony– is Bucky the needy one? I am usually the needy one in a relationship, this will be new for me.

From Bucky–aw you can be needy all you want, sweet thing. We will take care of you

From Steve– yes, Bucky is definitely the needy one.

From Bucky– I feel like that’s enough from the blonde. Don’t you have a class on play-doh to teach

From Tony– daaaaaaamn. Bucky with the snark.

From Steve– I do have a class, we both have full days. Can’t wait to talk this afternoon, honey.

From Bucky– yeah really. So excited to see you Tony

From Tony– have a good day, guys.

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