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Too Many Secrets

Pairing: The Avengers Team x Reader

Warning: Swearing // Dirty Secrets

A/N: I was watching FRIENDS the other day and got this idea from one of the episodes. But I changed it by a lot.

“Oh no, some of still have secrets.” Tony shakes his head as you roll your eyes.

“Aside from things we’ve done before coming here, but as a household we’re pretty open with each other.” Sam shrugs.

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“...Of Your Life.”

Requested by an anon. I’ve probably never said it before but I really love Christian my guy. 

Originally posted by highgrnder

Christian and you were goals, no one could deny that. You’ve known with Christian since his C-Clown days in 2012. You bonded over so much. Both of you were apart of KPOP groups, you both had the same position in the group. Both of you were leaders. But when his group disbanded, you were there for him, that’s when he confused his love for you.

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anonymous asked:

you think a team that gave him SNL, Rolling Stones and a week of LLS is lazy? i don't understand your logic.


ANYWAY.  yes, in some ways I do think they are.  because those weren’t doors that the Harry Styles™ name wouldn’t have opened regardless of who his manager is.  One direction did SNL and the LLS- sure not a whole week, but considering his relationship with both James and Ben, it’s not anything Jeff really had to do much if anything to legit negotiate.  And if the cameron crowe podcast is true (which I personally still haven’t listened to but have no reason to doubt) One Direction was scheduled to be on the cover of Rolling Stone as well and it fell through.

And look! There is NOTHING WRONG with using existing connections.  That’s part of how the game works.  and these WERE great moves.  But that doesn’t mean they weren’t lazy as well.  They were easy grabs. 

Give me something new.  Give me something innovative.  Give me something more than the rehashed bullshit we’ve seen time and again, particularly regarding relationships.  Find other avenues, especially if you’re going to go with the line of wanting to keep his private life private.  Be creative.  Harry is talented and charming on his own.  he just needs to find ways for people to see that.

tutorial: cropping & editing icons on mac

Howdy everyone!

jerry-mod here with your first tutorial! we’re going to go all the way from start to finish, so depending on how much you know, you’ll probably be able to skip some of this. i, however, am leaving no stone unturned. so before we dive in, let’s gather our materials!

  • first of all you’re gonna make sure you’re using a macOS. duh right? it’s in the title.
  • if you have a mac, you have Quicktime, but you know i figured i’d mention it.
  • this tutorial will use Photoshop CC6, however i have used this method on CS5 as well. (really, as long as you can use timeline, you SHOULD be good. the positioning may be a little different though.)
  • you’ll want a frame ripper for this method… unless you’re using pre-made frames or print-screening. i personally use SnapMotion but i’m sure there are more comprehensive ones. 
  • Photoscape is a bonus feature for this tutorial. i’ll show you how to mass edit file names with and without it.

okay! this tutorial WILL be image-heavy so if you’re ready, click the cut!

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Run Away

Anonymous said: So I saw this quote today and I was wondering if you could do a Dean/reader oneshot based off it? “You don’t know you’ve fallen for someone until after it happens.”

Anonymous said: Hi! First off, I’m addicted to your writing, it’s so good! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader confesses her love to Dean and he doesn’t feel the same way, but after a few weeks/months he starts to fall for her? Whether or not the reader takes him at the end is up to you :) Thank you so much! <3

@-sidetracked- said: Can we make this like, a dean story please where like dean is in love with the reader and he isn’t supposed to be so he tried to forget like all the memories and stuff but she still comes around for Sam and cas and Charlie so he can’t and it’s really hard for him

A/N: I seriously loved these requests so much, thanks guys.

Word count: 4,538

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst.

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Theme Songs: Tracks in the Snow - The Civil Wars, Collapsing Inwards, A Game of Croquet, A Model of the Universe, The Dreams that Stuff is Made Of — Jóhann Jóhannsson, I Can’t Make You Love Me (Adele cover). Spotify Playlist

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Low Heavens (Part II) High Hells (Part III) Train Wreck (Part IV) Just Not Tonight (Part V)


“Anyhow, Sam still doesn’t know it was me who accidentally burned the hole in the carpet,” Dean smirked. “He thinks it was just the person that was there before us.”

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A Nap Never Hurt Anyone

Pairing: Graves X Reader
Request: Percival Graves & the reader where she’s his subordinate and has a crush on him and Tina “accidentally” lets it slip? Fluff? Smut is optional? :)
Warnings: Slight smut so if you do not like, please don’t read!
A/N: Alrighty, here’s something to help y'all’s thirsty selves! 99% of the requests in my inbox are smut for Graves and I am loving it!

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Unexpected Miracle

Request: Hi I just wanted to know if you could do one where the reader and Derek are together in high school and when they graduate they decide to break their relationship because they will be going away for college and they don’t end on a great note so when the reader finds out she’s pregnant when she get to her college she hide it from everyone. Maybe during winter break both her and Derek are back home and she tries to avoid him? You can pick the ending!I love your writing so much!

Tags: @megant22, @sexywolfsfordays, @houseofrahl, @sterek-basically, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @misshinehou, @unbreakablevoices, @champagneblues, @dallysgreasergirl, @juliaspnlover, @cineyou, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @fallenangel-13x

Word count: 2078

Author’s note: Wow! I really hope I won’t let down anyone with how this turned out (especially the sweet Anon who sent in the request) – I just kinda feel like it’s not my best work, you know? I feel awful about it, I really do. But let me know what you think, I’m nonetheless curious about your opinion. :) Also, a confession: I wanted to finish it up yesterday, but I accidentally left my notebook at school, in which I had most of the fic written down, so I had to wait until today. I was literally going nuts until I had my notebooks in my hands again, haha!

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Christmas is gone, and so far, I have been succeeding in avoiding Derek. However, my luck lasted only as long as my parents figured out they should probably invite him over during the holiday, since we had been in such a long and serious relationship, and they loved his polite puppy self, too. I tried to make excuses or come up with ideas why I couldn’t possibly be here while Derek is at ours, but my mother said sternly, “Then you cancel all your plans. It wouldn’t hurt to at least wish him a merry Christmas and a happy new year, now, would it?”

This is how I ended up sitting on our couch, deliberately making a show of sulking to try and get my parents to let me off the hook and escape before Derek would arrive – why won’t they understand that I just can’t bare to see him?

My leg is bouncing against the ground in my anxiety, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip nervously. I perk up whenever I hear something remotely similar to the doorbell, but it’s never him. Nausea starts taking over me yet again, and I feel like I’m a fugitive who is to be executed. I want to go to the bathroom to be there if I were to vomit, but of course, this is the moment Derek decides to ring the bell, asking for entrance into the house.

“Could you open it for him, (Y/N)?” asks my mother from the kitchen. I let out an exasperated sigh before heading to the lobby.

“Hello, (Y/N),” greets Derek, but I don’t miss the fact that his face is lacking a smile. I nod to him in response, stepping to the side to let him in. He enters and kicks off his shoes, only for my mother to come to welcome him, too.

“Sweetheart,” she coos, opening her arms to hug Derek. I swallow back my frustration at the sight of that, and try to ignore my developing nausea as best as I can. My mother makes a brief small talk with my ex-boyfriend, then looks at me, “Chicken’s not done yet. Would you mind taking Derek to your room for the time being?”

“Sure,” I shrug, nonchalant, forcing a smile on my face when my mother shoots me a disapproving glare. I nod to him to follow me up the stairs, and we enter my room. I feel dizzier by the minute but I do my best not to give any external signs of that. I don’t want anyone – especially Derek – to figure out I’m carrying his child under my heart. Not after the way we decided to go our separate ways.

I was over at his at the time, the end of summer. Everything was perfect until we started talking about getting admitted to universities. Soon, a quarrel developed between us, regarding our choices, how far we were going to be from each other, how we wouldn’t be able to maintain our relationship, and that it wasn’t worth it – we would grow unattached anyway, it would be a matter of time. And with that, he told me to leave.

I only figured out about our child later on.

The sickness began and I tested myself with several methods – all of them were positive. After then, I moved to my flat and we haven’t seen each other ever since. Until today. And I’m not intend to put pressure on him by telling him about the baby.

As he’s giving me a once-over, he notes, “You’ve gained weight.”

I roll my eyes mockingly, “Thanks, good to see you too, really.”

“That was just an observation,” he dismisses me, but his eyes earn a tad worried gleam as he goes on, “Is college stressing you out too much?”

I purse my lips as I shake my head. I feel like fleeing to the bathroom to puke, but I resist the urge – I have to resist the urge. I can wait. I can wait until my mother calls us downstairs. I can.

Derek takes a step closer to me, concern clearly present in his gaze and posture. “(Y/N)? Talk to me,” he requests. “I know we broke up harshly, but I want to make sure you’re fine.”

“I’m no longer your responsibility,” I shrug him off, but when he makes a face at me, I lie, “I’m okay.”

Derek shakes his head dismissively, “Your heart’s just betrayed you.”

I huff out a laugh at that, “I know you’re studying to be a behavioural analyst at the FBI, but don’t use your mojo on me. Thanks.”

Derek’s eyebrows furrow in concern. Before I know it, he has me backed against the wall, arms bracketing my head. The room starts spinning, and I feel like I have a temperature, my body shivering, limbs going weak, mouth gone dry, and a thin sticky layer of moisture begins covering my skin, all of them a sign of nausea. I have no idea what’s going on, why he’s behaving like this all of a sudden, like I’m still his concern, like I still belong to him. I place my damp palms on his chest to push him away. I need to go to the bathroom.

“You go downstairs,” I croak out, heading to the door of my room. I can hear him following me, however, it turns out that not for the reason I want him to.

He catches my wrist in his hand to stop me and turn me around. I wobble on my legs as he does. “And you?”

Why does he want to be with me all of a sudden? Why won’t he bare to be separated, even for just minutes? We’ve spent months separately after all.

“I’ll catch up to you,” I promise him, attempting to pry his fingers off of me.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I do as he told me to, stupid as I am. “What’s the matter?”

“That you’re here,” I answer, not caring about the fact that it chases pain into his chiselled features. “Now leave,” I choke out, sneaking out of his cage to make a beeline for the bathroom quickly. I only realise that Derek was hot on my heels when I shove the door closed with my foot, only for it to fail to collide to its frame – instead, Derek catches it. I don’t even have the chance to switch on the light before I’m bending over the toilet. The next moment, I feel Derek’s soft fingertips brushing over my neck smoothly to support me along.

When I’m done, I slowly sit back on my shins. For the time being, he wipes my mouth meekly with a towel he ran water on, a soft look in his eyes as he does so, warming my insides.

His voice barely brushes through the air as he asks, “What has happened?”

I shake my head, but he slides his hands on my cheeks to prevent me from moving away or averting my gaze.

“We broke up,” I answer quietly. “So it doesn’t matter.”

Derek frowns and gives me a once-over. I can practically hear as the cogs in his brain click into position, realisation dawning on his face after piecing the puzzle together.

He rasps hoarsely, throat dry and voice desperate, “You’re pregnant.”

I stand to walk over to the sink. I can’t bare to look at myself. The only source of light is still the crack between the door and the frame. I wash my face to wash away my nervousness, even if just a tad. Derek isn’t looking at me, just stares at a spot somewhere, his gaze apparently lost in infinity. I can tell he’s shell-shocked, and even in the semi-darkness, I can clearly see that he’s gone pale.

“I’m not expecting anything,” I assure him. “You don’t have to do anything for me.”

Derek looks positively hurt at my words, further confusing me. When he stands, he nearly falls to the side; he has to brace himself against the wall. I can barely catch when he asks weakly, “Does anyone know about it?”

“Besides you?” I shrug. “No. And I’m intend to keep it that way,” I say pointedly.

“Is it mine?” he chokes out, and I have no idea what he wants me to say, what is it that he wants to hear. Biting my lip, I answer warily, “Never mind. I’ll take care of it alone. I’ll manage it. I’m not expecting anything from anyone.”

Suddenly, he moves swiftly and grabs my upper arms – his grip around my limbs tightens, eventually making me hiss out in pain. Even then, he’s not letting go, not a fraction. His eyes are burning an intense red.

“Is it mine?” he asks in a demanding tone. “Did you sleep with anyone else?”

“Derek, I don’t think you have the right to –”

Tell me!” he commands in a near snarl, chasing out a shiver from me. Quietly, weakly, I stutter out, “I-I didn’t.”

I don’t know what reaction I’m expecting from him – fury and disappointment are the first to come to my mind when I ask myself that question. I can’t even find it in me to look at his face, let alone look him in the eye. I squeeze mine closed tightly to shut out him and the entire world.

I’m this close to crying out loud; and then I can hear rustling, and I know Derek left me alone. If I thought the dinner was going to be a disaster, then now I can be sure that it’s going to be Hell. How am I to endure sitting there in tension that could be cut with a knife, knowing that Derek knows, sneaking despising glances at me when my parents can’t see it, spitting out comments to make me sting, doing –

My eyes fly open widely as soon as I feel a tender pressure on my lower belly, warm palms smoothing over my hips. When I look down, the sight of Derek kneeling in front of me welcomes me – he’s still nosing at my belly after the kiss he planted there. I can’t even process what is happening when he murmurs, “Thank God.”

“What?” I want to ask, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Derek offers me a small, tentative, yet giddy smile. I really don’t understand what’s going on. Derek stands, taking my face meekly between his hands, his thumbs stroking over my cheekbones affectionately as he whispers against my lips, hot breath tickling my pink flesh, “I’ve been waiting for a way back into your life.”

I give him a confused glance, making him chuckle briefly, touching his forehead to mine affectionately, his eyes falling closed slowly, contently, “It didn’t take me long to realise how big a mistake I made when I sent you away from my house.” He crowds me back against the wall, arms bracketing me and hips pushing into mine meekly. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, but I didn’t know how you’d react. Then I tried to call you once, when I broke, but you already changed your number by then, and I couldn’t reach you. Your parents always told me you weren’t home.”

“I wasn’t,” I tell him quietly, feeling guilty in retrospect for shutting him off entirely. “They told me you were asking for me, and asked about my well-being, but I didn’t care.”

Derek shrugs, asking in a tender tone, his fingertips stroking over my belly after sneaking under my clothes, “How long have you known?”

“The beginning of the fall,” I answer without having to think about the date.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes out, holding my cheeks in his hands lovingly. “You should have told me. I would have figured something out to help you. I was dying to be around you again, to be with you again, to be allowed to touch you again. The picture of you being with an unknown guy kept haunting me everyday, and it was getting too much for me to handle,” he groans, as though being in pain.

Reciprocating the gesture, I cup his cheekbones, too, locking gazes with his mesmerising irises, reassuring him, “I’m here now. I’m with you. Have always been, Derek.”

“I’m here for you, too. I’m never leaving you again.”

And with that, he plants a firm, yet coy kiss on my lips by way of sealing his promise.


Imagine accidentally swapping Stefan and Damons bodies while practising magic.

(This is inspired and is dedicated to the wonderful @shadyladyperfection who thought of this great idea and naturally, I just had to write it. This will be a two-parter, maybe even more, depending if I get some ideas for further parts. Let me know what you think! Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Witch!Reader, Damon, Stefan, Bonnie (mentioned)

Warnings: Slightly foul-mouthed reader, terrible little jokes (does that even count as warnings? I have no idea)

Word count: 883

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Doing magic is hard. Really hard. Especially if you do not have any place to practice in peace. Sure, the Salvatore Boarding House you are currently residing in, has a lot of space, but your friends Stefan and Damon thought it would be best you would practise in the living room. It makes sense, because you pretty much burned your house down the last time you experimented with new spells. You found them written down in a book with your last name on it, which Bonnie found in her collection of grimoires.

So there you are, in the middle of reading this spell: “Corpora stans in conspectu meo dissimili animo et permutare lumen tuum egredientur” (translation will be revealed in the next part)

Damon: “I´m telling you, Batman would destroy Superman.”

Stefan: “No way.”

Of course they discuss this again. It has been a back and forth ever since you forced them to watch a DC Movie.

Damon: “Batman is as strong as Superman and he, unlike Superman, knows how to disguise himself!”

Stefan: “Yeah because a half-face mask is such good disguise.”

Damon: “Better than not wearing any mask at all!!”

It takes every bit of concentration for you to finish speaking the words to the spell, but you are not sure if you might have mispronounces some.

Stefan is about to throw another argument in Damons face as you finish muttering the last part of the spell, as the ground starts to shatter violently. Pictures fall on the ground, glass shatter and you, Stefan and Damon fall on the ground.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: smut  |  Word Count: 4,421

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want to attend to his own birthday party, but reader has her own methods to convince him to do so.

Warnings: public teasing, going commando, slight slapping, public sex (?), unprotected sex, intake of alcohol.

Author’s Note: I saw the gif and the idea immediately popped up in my head. It was actually going to be a Sebastian fanfiction, but when I started writing it, I accidentally made it into a Bucky one. And I stuck with it.

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Old Photographs

Request: Would you mind writing one where you’re their 16 yr old sister and it’s kinda mainly about the Reader and Sam? So like when Dean’s a demon and gone she finds him looking through the pictures and they comfort each other and it’s just super fluffy and angsty? Tysm! I love your work btw x — anonymous

Characters: Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, Dean [mentioned]

Words: 1800

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters

A/N: I really thought this request was a great idea, and I have a hunch other writers might have too, since I feel like I’ve read something kind of similar before. Just to be sure, I didn’t want to read anything too alike this while writing this piece, since I was scared I would be unknowingly influenced. However, if this is similar to someone’s work, I’m sorry, and in that case it’s accidental.

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Things really have been tough lately. Dean was a demon. The thought was still hard to wrap your head around. It didn’t feel real, but the silence was proof of that. The eerie, insistent silence that had you quietly tiptoeing through the bunker when you really didn’t need to, but it felt so suffocating that you had trouble breaking it.

Dean died and became a demon.

When you tried to understand the thought, you could feel a lump growing in your throat and your eyes burning. So, you had to push it away. It was the truth, and you knew you shouldn’t deny it, but it was hard to deal with. Really freaking hard.

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Peter Pevensie x Reader

Request: Peter imagine where he and the reader keep finding themselves in awkward situations (hands brushing, accidental footsie, pressed against each other in a tight place, ect.) and one day Peter snaps and kisses reader? Takes place after Prince Caspian? ♥

Peter Pevensie x Reader - If You Wanted Me That Badly…
Setting: After PC but a slight AU where they stay in Narnia a little longer. 
Contains: N/A
Word Count: 1025


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I laughed alongside the Pevensies and Caspian as we walked around Caspian’s castle. We were all enjoying our time we had left here in Narnia. Who knows, perhaps it’s going to be way shorter than last time. I have a feeling it will be shorter… 

Nonetheless, I still had fun. 

“That couldn’t have had happen, Cas!” I called him by a nickname I came up with. I couldn’t help but think I saw Peter frown a bit when I did. 

“Ah, but it did. I just happened to not be looking and I just got dragged by my horse. It hurt but after looking back at it, I found it to be extremely hilarious,” Caspian chuckled. 

The six of us continued to walk and explore the castle we once raided. It was rather beautiful, but it would never be as magnificent as Cair Paravel. Caspian had said he’ll rebuild Cair Paravel back to it’s former glory. With the help of the fellow Narnians, of course. 

I was walking alongside Peter and our hands brushed together. Surprisingly, his was soft for someone who was always wielding a sword and shield. We both retracted our hands as quickly as possibly because of a sort of electricity we felt. And not because of that sort of static you get after rubbing your feet on carpet and touching someone else. 

We both looked at each other and we both smiled a bit nervously. 

“Sorry…” Peter said. I waved it off.

“It’s fine, it was an accident,” I replied. I tucked my hair behind my ear. Let me tell you this, this isn’t the first time or the last time something like this had happened.

Flashback to the Raid

Peter and I stood back to back in the middle of the room near a door. On both sides of us were Telmarine soldiers. 

“The door, next to us. We’ll have to go through there,” Peter suggested. I nodded my head. 

“Do you think Susan and Caspian will be here by then?” I asked.

“I’m sure, if it’s a way out then we’ll easily get away. If it’s a room, we’ll be safe in the meantime,” Peter answered. “Ready? Now!” 

Right when the enemies lunged forward to kill the two, Peter opened the door and we both jumped in. I used my dagger that was in my boots to keep the door closed once Peter shut the door. Before we knew it, we both found ourselves in a very tight space in what seemed to be a closet. Without clothes. Strange. 

“… Peter?” I called out.


“Is that your hand on my arse?” 

Complete silence followed. I felt something squeeze my butt and I yelped.

“I am so sorry! I was just, uh, seeing if it was your arse I happened to- Hey!” 

“Oh, sorry,” I apologized sarcastically, “I was just seeing if it was my hand on your arse.” 

“Hey! You put your hand there purpose! My hand was just on yours when we entered this wretched closet.” I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it.

It was dinner and we all sat at a table. The food that was served was nothing compared to the food that was served at Cair Paravel. I sighed, I missed the Golden Age too much. 

I stretched my legs a bit under the table and I felt my leg bump into something. I thought it was the table’s leg so I continued to wrap my leg around it, it was surprisingly kinda comfortable. Then it moved and it did the same thing to me. I flinched and looked at the person who sat from across. Peter. 

We both stared at each other, both in the middle of chewing. Our foots were still wrapped around each other. A blush started to appear on both of our faces. Then in the next moment, we both brought our legs back towards ourselves. 

“Are you guys alright?” Edmund asked the us. We both snapped our heads towards Edmund. How long has he been watching us, I don’t know. 

“Ye-yeah,” I stuttered out.

Peter coughed into his hand, “We’re fine.” With that being said, I started to stuff my face with my food, not wanting to speak anymore.

I was running around the castle trying to find Peter since Aslan had requested to see him and Susan. I already found Susan but Peter was rather difficult. 

I quickly turned a corner and crashed into someone. We both toppled over and I landed right on top of the other person. 

“Pe-Peter! There you are!” I sat up, not realizing the position it looked like we were in. I was basically straddling him with my hands on his chest and I was leaning over a bit near his face. His face flushed red and when it did, I realized what it looked like. I jumped up and looked away from him. “Omigosh, I’m so sorry I just - uh - Aslan’s looking for you!” I tried to walk away but Peter grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

“This entire time we’ve been here in Narnia, you’ve been teasing me to no ends,” Peter whispered rather huskily in my ear. “If you wanted me that badly…” He moved his lips towards mine and when his was against mine, “You should have just asked.” Then he kissed me. This first kiss was rather very heated. He kissed me hungrily, as if I was the only thing keeping him alive. I boldly licked the bottom of his lips asking for entrance. 

“Ahem, King Peter? Queen (Y/n)?” Aslan’s voice snapped us out of our session. 

We both looked over at Aslan with Susan not too far behind. I looked over at Susan and a smirk was etched on her face. 

“S-sorry Aslan. I was meant to retrieve Peter for you but-” 

“It was my fault,” Peter walked over to the golden Lion. “What do you need me for? And (Y/n)?” Peter looked back at me. “I’ll need to see you later.” He winked and the three of them walked away. I stood there against the wall in shock about what had just happened. 

Jeffrey’s Hill (M) Part Seven

SUMMARY: “Don’t go to Jeffrey’s Hill,” he warned. “A lot of shit goes on there. Even the police ignore crime reports that surface from there.” You rolled your eyes. “What is everyone so afraid of?”  

Your brother sounded grave. “The power of the Chimera.”

GENRE: violence, angst, a little bit of humour (because it’s me) and the occasional tonsil-hockey.


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DISCLAIMER: Any GIFs, external images, etc. used are not mine unless specified otherwise. Credits go where they rightfully should. The GIF below is mine, it’s been a while! :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just to clear something up, I’m aware that some of you may have gotten the notification for this part of Jeffrey’s Hill being up last night. I was writing it at midnight, and I was too tired to finish it, so I tried to save it as a draft and accidentally clicked on “post” instead. I apologise if you thought it was a glitch, it was just me being too tired to function. But the part is up now, and I hope you like it!


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YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN CUT BY GLASS IF MARK HADN’T pulled you to the floor. You gave him a grateful look, and he returned it with a small nod. Together, you got to your feet, quick to analyse the threat around you.

You were surrounded by men and women clothed in black. The numbers weren’t high, but they outnumbered you to a pitiful extent. “Y/N, do you have your gun on you?” You winced, shaking your head. Sehun swore under his breath. “I’m going to have to trust that Lay’s excessive training, even if for a short while, did you some good.”

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Nice Aim

Lol I finally wrote a req!!!!
I find that I can only write when listening to MCR hahaha
I still want to write more Mikey haha maybe Gee too
Anyway, here’s this thing :-)

Title: Nice Aim
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: “reader is having a nerf battle with everyone, she accidentally hits bucky on the forehead and everyone but her is like "oh shit” so she gave him a small kiss on it and he secretly likes her? fluff :)“
Word Count: 868
Warnings: Nothing I think lol  

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                "Arm yourselves!” commanded Thor. “The enemy approaches!”

           You let out a laugh at Thor’s theatrics as the rest of your team put on their “battle faces”. The whole conflict started when someone found an old Nerf gun, and being the competitive spirits you were, soon all the Avengers were armed with their own Nerf guns.

           Loyalties were tested and IOUs were cashed in and eventually the teams that emerged were yourself, Thor, Banner, and Tony against Steve, Natasha, and Barton. Bucky had opted to not be in the battle, much to everyone’s disappointment.

           Your team’s current “base” was kitchen, and Tony was constantly reminding everyone to not hit the plates. For a billionaire, he sure valued his china.

           "I swear if anyone hits my plates,“ grumbled Tony.

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*Requested* Imagine going to the bar with Nik having a blast just talking and drinking, when these two guys start hitting on you and getting ridiculously close while Klaus is gone to the men’s room, you start backing away and accidentally walk into Niklaus when he returns.

(I hope you enjoy this one and feedback is as always appreciated. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Word count: 910

Your name: submit What is this?

It´s a stormy day in New Orleans as you and you boyfriend Klaus sit in your favorite bar after a exhausting day, just enjoying some down time. You have a blast talking about everything and nothing, just appreciating each other company because it has been quite some time since you could hang out in one place without any interruptions.

So here you are downing yet another drink while Klaus is telling you the story how Elijah lost one of their bets and had to wear swim shorts for a whole day.

Klaus: “Seeing Elijah wearing swim shorts is a sight you won´t forget I can tell you that much Y/N. Especially when he´s trying to uphold his “style” by wearing a suit on the top.“

You laugh at the picture that is forming in your head, almost spilling your drink in the process.

Y/N: "Damn it. You should´ve taken a picture. I can imagine his uncomfortable face.”

Klaus: “He really wasn´t amused yes. Oh, that was such a good day.”

He quickly looks on his phone, seeing that he missed a couple of calls from his sister.

Klaus: “I´m going to be back in a tick, love. I just have to call Rebekah back. ”

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, before standing up and walking into the men´s room, because the rain outside probably would’ve drowned his cellphone in seconds.

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Side Effects

Pairing: Sister!Reader

Words: 1,062 

Request: Can I request a fic where the reader is the Winchesters little sister ( about 6 or 7 ) and she mistakes her ADHD pills for something else and accidentally takes roofies that she finds in the bunker. This makes her loopy all day and she acts really weird. The brothers don’t know what’s wrong and are concerned. I just want something really funny to cheer me up. I’m going through a hard time right now. – Anonymous

Author’s Notes: Aw, anon, I hope this helps you and I hope you start feeling like your old self soon! If any of you all have request, send them in! – Haley xx

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey, bug, wake up,” I whispered, gently nudging the shoulder of my little sister.

“No,” she whined, burying herself further into her pillow.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Dean’s gonna make us some breakfast if you wake up.”

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nurse rogers [steve rogers]

@darlingbuchanan requesteda steve x reader where they’re left alone at the tower and steve accidentally confesses his love for her?

tagging@mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer​, @almondbuttercup

warnings: fluff, flustered steve, injuries, explicit details of gore and body regeneration

additional notes: female reader who is a member of the avengers. reader has regenerative healing abilities, like deadpool. varies between your pov and steve’s. my fault, since i started this out in reader’s pov and forgot about it later on. the gif has nothing to do with the plot but steve’s “oh shit” face applies here.

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It had been an hour since the team left for Croatia, leaving you and Steve behind. Steve had felt he should sit this one out and allow Bucky to prove himself as a potential team leader, while you were nursing day-old injuries. The previous mission had left you with a severed foot, dislocated shoulder, and multiple bullet wounds. Your abilities of self-healing and regeneration served to quicken the process, and so your bullet wounds had all closed up nicely, but your shoulder was still stiff, and since your foot had been lost in the chaos of battle, you were left to regrow it from scratch. Even with your regenerative healing factor, a day of rest was necessary. You had a feeling Steve had stayed behind just to act as your personal nurse—he always looked guilty whenever he saw you hobbling off to the med bay after a mission—and Bucky had merely gone along with his best friend’s excuse.

Not that you were complaining. Granted, you were pretty high on pain medication—your healing factor did nothing to ease the pain of injury, perhaps even increased it—but having Steve at your beck and call was by no means a terrible experience. It was sweet how much he cared for you; you wondered if he gave the others treatment this special.

“Here, Y/N.” A glass of water appeared in front of you, attached to the hand of the man of your dreams. From your spot on the couch, you glanced up lazily at Steve to see him frowning down at you, his brow furrowed with worry. “Need to hydrate for that foot. How’s it look?”

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Coming Clean

Title: Coming Clean

Prompt: When you, an 11 year old, accidentally scratch the Impala, you’re faced with some decisions: come clean and tell Dean what happened or try to get rid of the scratch.

Pairing: Dean x child!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I had the hardest time coming up with how to end this one! I know it’s a lot longer than what I usually write (2635 words!) But anyway, I really enjoyed writing this one since I used to skateboard all the time when I was little. Hope you enjoy!

Your name: submit What is this?

You sat on the floor of the garage in the bunker, eyes focused on the video playing on your phone. You watched intently as the guy in the video demonstrated how to do a kick flip on a skateboard. You’d recently gotten into skateboarding and for the past two week, you’d done little else but ride the thing. You usually played outside in the street in front of the bunker, but due to it raining the past couple of days, you hadn’t been able to ride outside. Yesterday, you’d decided to just ride around in the garage despite Dean’s warning of: “Y/N, if you break anything, so help me God…” He’d actually forbidden you to ride your skateboard near the cars, especially the Impala, but come on! You were 11 years old. Surely you were skilled enough to not run into anything.

Yesterday had gone smoothly. Skateboard tucked underneath one arm, you had crept into the garage while Sam and Dean were preoccupied with some grown up stuff. After clipping your helmet on, you’d rode around the garage for a good hour, stashing your board and helmet underneath one of the old cars when you were done.

Today, you’d decided, was going to be different. You were determined to learn how to do a kick flip, which involved launching your board into the air, flipping it, and landing on it. After watching a few YouTube tutorial videos, you felt like you were ready. You clipped on your helmet, stepped on your board, and took a deep breath. It shouldn’t be too hard, right? I mean, it was basically the first legit trick a person learned on their skateboard. You looked down at your board, a feeling of apprehension growing inside. The guys on YouTube had made it look so easy, but now that you were actually on the board, you had absolutely no idea how to approach the trick. You looked up and your eyes found one of the many pillars in the room. Maybe you could hang on to one of them as you attempted the kick flip!

Grinning, you picked up your board and jogged over to a pillar. You stepped on your board and wrapped your arms around the pillar tightly. After a deep breath, you bent your knees and popped your board. It was supposed to come up into the air towards you, but instead the board shot out from under you, causing you fall to the ground with a yelp, despite having been holding onto the pillar. You heard the skateboard collide with something and you groaned. You picked yourself up, rubbing your backside, which had taken the brunt of the fall. You walked in the direction your skateboard had flown and stopped short, breath catching in your throat.

Your skateboard was lying upside down next to, out of all things, the Impala. And across the front driver side door was a huge, white scratch.

“No no no!” You exclaimed as you darted to the door, kneeling down in front of the scratch. Grimacing, you traced your finger over it. Unless they were blind, the 6 inch scratch was impossible for a person to miss.

“I’m dead.” You muttered, rubbing a hand over your face. “I am so dead. Dean is gonna kill me.”

You picked up your board and stashed it along with your helmet underneath an old car. Part of you knew you should just come clean to Dean right away, but another part (the stubborn one) urged you to either hide or fix the scratch. Getting rid of the scratch shouldn’t be too hard, right? You pulled out your phone, but noticed that it was about to die. Since your charger was in your room, you decided to head there and figure out how to get rid of the scratch.

You slipped through the garage door and headed in the direction of your room, praying Sam or Dean wouldn’t run into you. As you passed by the kitchen, you saw that Dean was in there making himself a sandwich. You paused for a second too long as he looked up and noticed you by the doorway.

“Hey Y/N.” He greeted, nodding his chin slightly.

“Hey Dean!” You replied, forming what you hoped was a casual smile.

“Oh, I’m gonna head out in a couple of hours for a supply run.” He said, walking over to you. “Do you want anything?”

“Uh, no no. I’m good!” You answered as your heart beat began to quicken. Crap, a supply run in a couple of hours? Seems like you had less time to fix the scratch than you thought.

“Alright.” He replied, turning back to return to the counter.

“Hey Dean?” You asked, walking over to where you were on the other side of the counter. “I got a question for you.”

“Shoot.” He said, placing some ham on the bread slice in front of him.

“Hypothetically speaking,” You began casually. “If someone were to…accidentally scratch the Impala, on accident, um, on a scale of 1-10, how mad would you be?”

“I don’t know, probably like a 15.” He answered. “Probably a 20 if it was a huge scratch on like, the driver door.”

You had to fight to keep your eyes from growing wide. Yup, you were definitely dead.

“Anyway, why’d you ask?”

“No reason!” You replied nonchalantly, forming a cheery smile. “It’s just, uh…now I know not to scratch your car.”

He gave you a weird look. “Y/N, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine!” You replied hastily. You began to back out of the kitchen. “Well uh, I’m just gonna go to my room and uh…work on some stuff.” You flashed him one last smile before turning around and walking briskly to your room. Oh crap, you were so screwed. You arrived at your room and shut the door behind you. You quickly plugged in your phone and googled “how to get rid of scratches on a car”.

Many results popped up and you were thrilled. Sweet! You were gonna find the answer, fix the scratch, and Dean would never have to know about this little accident. As you scrolled through numerous articles though, you found that you barely understood what any of them were saying. What did it mean by “base coat/primer scratch”? What the heck did “abrasive” mean? How did they expect an 11 year old kid to successfully operate a “buffer”?

You sighed and set your phone down. There was no way in heck that you’d be able to get rid of the scratch. Maybe you should just come clean and tell Dean what happened? But no, he had said that he would be furious if someone scratched his car, and Dean was pretty scary when he was mad. I mean, he’d never hit you, but still…

You closed your eyes and lay your head in your hands. Telling Dean the truth was the right thing to do, but… just the thought of him yelling scared the crap out of you.

“Maybe I should just ask Sam.” You thought. The younger Winchester had given you advice on tough decisions before, so why not ask him now? You got up and headed in the direction of his room. You paused before his door and knocked, opening it slightly when you heard his approval.

“Hey Sam?” You asked, peeking your head in. He was sitting at his desk with some lore book open in front of him.“Are you…busy right now?”

“No no, I’m not doing anything.” He replied, shutting the book. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “Can I…talk you about somethin?”

“Yeah of course!” He nodded, gesturing to the bed in front of him. “What’s on your mind?”

You sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. “Um, I was wondering…have you ever, messed up something that was very important to someone, like you screwed it up really bad…and um…you didn’t wanna tell em…because…you were scared that they would get really mad at you? But…you knew that you should tell that person the truth…because it’s the right thing to do…but you didn’t want to…because um, they’ll probably be like, super mad?”

Sam smiled softly and leaned back in his chair. “Kiddo, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. A lot. But I would say that the most hurtful ones were caused by me keeping secrets and not telling the truth. If I could go back in time, I would choose to not harbor those secrets or do things behind people’s backs because… when you do that and people find out, and believe me, they always find out, the outcome’s a lot nastier than it would’ve been it you had just told the truth.”

You leaned forward, placing you elbows on your knees. “So, what you’re saying is…if the person sitting in front of you did something wrong, that person should come clean?”

“Absolutely. If I knew someone that made a mistake, I would tell that person to just tell the truth because although it’s not the easiest option, coming clean from the get-go would save that person a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, lowering your eyes as you thought over Sam’s words. Was he right? Should you just go up to Dean and tell him the truth? He’d definitely be mad, but the more you thought about it, if you lied about what happened and he found out, you’d be in even more trouble. Maybe the right thing to do was to come clean…

You raised your eyes and grinned at Sam. “Thanks Sam.” You said, standing up and heading for the door. “I really needed that.”

“Anytime kiddo.” He replied, smiling back at you.

You exited his room and shut the door behind you. You walked through the bunker and you saw Dean grabbing the keys for the Impala. He turned around and noticed you.

“Hey kiddo, wanna come with?” He asked, striding past you towards the garage. “Supply run.”

“What happened to ‘a couple hours’ from now?” You asked, jogging to keep up with his long strides.

He shrugged. “Well I got nothin to do, so I figured I might as well go now.”

As Dean opened the door to the garage, your heart beat quickened. It was now or never.

“Dean, hang on! I need to tell you something.” You announced urgently, hoping he’d stop.

“Go for it.” He said, continuing to walk. The two of you were almost at the Impala. Any second now, he’d see the scratch.

“Dean, just wait a second!” You cried, placing yourself in front of him.

He looked down at you, a concerned look on his face. “Okay! What is it?”

You hesitated for a second, then began. “Okay so, you know how it’s been raining the past couple of days?”

He nodded. “Yeah…”

“And since it’s been raining so much,” You continued. “I haven’t been able to ride my skateboard outside. So, yesterday… I decided to ride it around here, in the garage, even though you told me not to ride near the cars. But everything was fine! But today… I decided to try to kick flip, which is a skateboarding trick. The board ended up shooting out from underneath me and um, hitting…the Impala.”

“So what, there’s like a little dent or somethin on my car?” Dean asked.

You shook your head hesitantly. “More like… a 6 inch scratch on the driver door.”

Dean’s eyes grew wide and he darted to see the scratch. He stopped in knelt down in front of it and you braced yourself for the angry tirade that was sure to come.

“Dean, I’m really sorry.” You began, tears welling up in your eyes. “I know it’s your dad’s car and I don’t know how to fix it, but um, I’m really sorry, and if you wanna ground me or somethin, I’m totally cool with that because…I just scratched your car and um, I’m really sorry, but…just please don’t be mad-”

Dean stood back up and turned to you, stopping your nearly incoherent rambling.

“Y/N, do you know how many times I’ve had to fix this car?” He asked softly. “How many times I’ve rebuilt this thing from basically nothing?”

You shook your head. “…no, I don’t.”

“Kiddo, I’ve fixed this car so many times, I’ve lost count.” He chuckled, leaning his back against the Impala. “I’m sure I can handle a little scratch.”

“So…you’re not mad?” You asked, peering up at him.

“No kiddo, I’m not.” He answered. “I mean, I’m a little ticked off I’m gonna have to fix the thing, and I’ll more than likely bring this up when I want you to do something, but believe me, I am not angry with you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the Impala next to him. Wow. You’d expected an angry rant from him or a severe scolding, but no! He wasn’t even mad!

“And you know what?” Dean continued. “I really appreciate you coming clean about this. It probably wasn’t easy, but it was the right thing to do.”

He pulls you into a side hug. You hug him back, but then push him away as he starts to rub his knuckles across you scalp.

“Dean, stop!” You laugh, freeing yourself from his grip.

He smirks as you back away from him. “So a kick flip, huh?” He asks as he gets in the car.

You nod and climb into the passenger seat. “Uh-huh.”

He starts the car. “So tell me, did it hurt when your skateboard slid out from under you?”

“Heck yeah!” You answered. “It really hurt.”

“Did you cry?”

“What? No I didn’t cry.” You answered, looking over at Dean, an offended expression on your face. “I don’t even remember the last time I cried.”

“Weren’t you bawling a couple of weeks ago?” He pointed out as he drove through the tunnel that led outside. “When you ran into the wall?”

He laughed as the memory of you accidentally slamming into a wall in the Bunker came into mind. You and him had been playing tag. Dean had been “it” and you were running from him through the hallways. You had looked back to see where he was, failing to notice a rapidly approaching wall. You turned your head back around only to slam into the wall, resulting in a bruised forehead, a split lip, and plenty of tears.

You rolled your eyes. “Dude, that’s not funny!” You protested, but grinned in spite of the painful memory. “That really hurt!”

Dean smirked, but stayed silent, switching on the radio. As he drove on, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about Sam’s advice. He’d been right. Telling Dean the truth had been pretty scary at first, but it had been the right thing to do.

Dean looked over at you and noticed your grin. “What’re you smilin about?”

You shrugged and looked up at him. “Nothin.”

“Good.” He smirked, looking back at the road in front of him. “Because when we get home, you’re gonna write 'I will not ride my skateboard inside and Dean Winchester is awesome.’ 200 times.”

“Wait what?!?” You exclaimed, sitting up straight. “Seriously?”

“You bet I am.”

“What is this, the 1800s?” You scoffed.

“Well hey, you’re the one that scratched my car.” He pointed out.

You sighed and slumped in your seat. He was right. You had scratched his car and deserved the consequence.

“Alright, ” You said. “I’ll do it.”

“Smart move.” He replied smugly. “Oh kiddo, you are gonna have a grand old time writing those sentences.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “You’re a freaking jerk you know that?”

Dean smirked and reached out to ruffle your hair. “Love you too, kiddo.”


Gerard turned off the water fixed his hair. He Tightens his bright pink tie and opens the bathroom door. He walks over to the church doors, waiting for the bells to ring and cue him to walk in.
*Ding Ding*
He walks, or should I say Strut, down the isle. He stops and looks at you, wearing a short black skirt and a cute lacy long sleeve shirt. He bites his lip and looks away quickly.
After the sermon was over, Gerard Was shaking hands with other families. You walk over to him and you say hello, accidentally interrupting. “One second,” Gerard says to the single looking mother he was talking to. “I need to talk with someone quickly.” He says, turning and facing you. “What is it Y/N?” He asked politely. “I wanted to stay because I feel bad that I said gods name in vain, I-” he cut you off and whispered in your ear. “I already know that’s not the only thing you did.” His voice was raspy and low. “Meet me at my office. You’ve been a bad bad girl…” He pulls away and starts to talk to other people again.
Your heels click as you walk to his office, you knock on the door to see if he was there before you. He opened the door and slammed it quickly, dragging you in then pushing you ageist the wall, putting your hands above your head. “You’ve been a very sinful little slut, haven’t you Y/N?” You wanted this to happen, but at the same time you were kind of scared. “Answer!” His voice was a bit louder. “Y-Y-Yes.” You mumble. “What was that?” He starts to kiss your neck, gnawing on it. “Yes!” You say louder than before. “Daddy is going to have to teach you a lesson not to tease him.” He growls. “Y-Y” you couldn’t fishing what you where going to say. “Now it’s my turn.” He pushes his hips towards yours, rubbing his erection on you. “Confess your sins.” He says pushing harder. “S-Saying gods name in v-vain.” You say in a moan. “And l-lusting over a man.” You say.
“Good girl…” He coos, pulling away, still holding on to your wrists he guides you to his desk. He lifts you up and puts you on it. “Lust isn’t the worst sin. Teasing me is the worst.” He says, hooking his long fingers on your skirt, pulling it down slowly. “Shit, Y/N your soaking.” He says smirking. “Who did that?” He whispers. “Gerard…” You Moan. “That’s right kitten, me.” He takes off your lacy shirt and kisses down your chest to your stomach, and down to your hips and panties. “These must go.” He said slowly pulling them down with his teeth. His tongue attacks you, going in and out faster then you could imagine. His hands massaging your boobs. “Gerard…I-I’m close.” You say.
You feel him pull away. “Good, now you know what teasing is like.” He says. He starts to strip, until he gets to his boxers. “Come over here” he says. You walk over. “Get on your knees, now.” You do as he commands and look up at him, waiting. “Pleasure me.” He says. You nod and start to lick him through his boxers. “Uhhh, Y/N..” He moans.
You slowly pull his boxers off, seeing his cock spring out.
You grab it softly and lick the tip, sucking poking, then taking it all in. Bobbing your head and finishing it by popping it out. “Sit on me.” He says. You slowly start to lower your self until Gerard pushing you down quickly and lifting you up and putting you back on the desk, thrusting so fast it make you dizzy. He made his hands to your bra and took it off. His pace quickened as you got to your high. “Gerard I’m gonna.” You released and so did Gerard.
He flops on your chest. “I’m so sorry, this was wrong.” He says. “It’s fine I’m 21, alright no worries.” You giggle as you massage his hair. “I love you so much.” He says.
“I love you too.”
((Sorry for how short it is))

What’s the Story Morning Glory?

OMG GOOD GOOD AND SAME I LOVE HIM TOO! Any way I was thinking of that episode where Cece goes to grab the milk or whatever out of the fridge and accidentally runs into morningwood!Schmidt infront of everyone and its all cute and awkward and they’re both embarrassed and I was hoping if you would be able to apply that to Bucky and the reader with the avengers in the background because I loved that scene so much So. Much.

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“Good morning, Y/N.” Steve greets over his newspaper, with a smile.

However, as much as I love the super soldier, he knows not to talk to me before noon. I mumble my hello to him as I make my way to the coffee maker to fix an espresso.

I had a late night last night with Wanda after I finally got her to come out with me, so not only was I tired but slightly hungover as well. Hence why I also only bothered to wear a robe.

I nod towards the rest of the avengers in the kitchen who were also getting their days started. Tony was discussing something sciency that I could care less about with Bruce. Clint like me was usually grumpy if anyone talked to him before he was fully awake and looked dazedly at his coffee. Thor was speaking animatedly to Vision, T’Challa and Sam about his last Asgaurdian adventure, while Natasha was checking up on a half dead looking,hungover Wanda.

“Good morning Buck. Sleep well?” Steve asks his shirtless best friend as he enters the kitchen.

From the look of the dark circles underneath his eyes, I would take that as a no.

“Ah same as always.” He shrugs, fixing him a cup of coffee as well from the Keurig beside me.

I try not to stare at his muscles out the side of my eye or how low his sweatpants hung on his waist.

“Is there any more cream?” He asks, in his deep, sleepy filled voice.

I go over to the refrigerator, not noticing that he was following close behind me. Therefore, once I got the cream and closed the door, I turned right into him. We both pause a second in awkwardness as I feel his morning wood jabbing into my pelvis, neither of us being able to move.

“Oh my god.” He mumbles under his breath, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Just the side brushed.” I say quickly, trying to diffuse the awkwardness but ended up making things worse.

I look over at the table where everyone was situated to see Tony and Sam look at us amused at the situation while Steve was suffering from secondhand embarrassment and Wanda and Nat were struggling to keep in their giggles.

“Y/N it’s just—“ he walks towards me and I hop onto the counter away from him.

“Be careful with that thing. You’ll put someone’s eye out!” Sam scolds playfully, hopping out of his seat as Bucky nears him.

“You know what? It’s way too early for this shit.” Bucky sighs, leaving the kitchen and walking back to his room.