i worked on this the whole day first as a gif then i gave up and just made these i have so much to work on

Until My Last Moment

Summary: Thanks to Bucky, during a game of truth or dare the reader is put into a compromising position..which may or may not lead to more fun positions with a certain super soldier later on. 

Word Count:  6028

Author’s note: Guys…SMUTT SO MUCH SMUTT! The reader also has a past with Wade Wilson..so this is kinda a dead pool imagine too? ( but not in the way you guys will think;)~ the reader also has powers!!)

Sam laughed, “ And that was how I lost my virginity..but if that story leaves this room y’all are cold”. The entire room laughed along with him, even though there was only five other people in it.

You all had been bored in between missions and decided to play a game of truth or dare. When alcohol was thrown into the equation, things got dirty real fast. Steve laughed, “ God after hearing that story I don’t think being a virgin is too bad”.

Bucky and Natasha threw you knowing glances, but the blush on your cheeks made things pretty obvious anyways. How could you not have a crush on the most well liked man in all of America?

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DOCTOR REN // masterlist


Request: Since professor Ren was such a hit, what if Kylo was a doctor. Doctor ren, the cold yet caring doctor and the reader is the nurse who assists him from time to time. Or based off the snl skit what if kylo is the nurse that assists the doctor reader from time to time. I don’t care which one, writers choice. Enjoy and thank you!

A/N: First of all, the idea actually came from the porn doctor skit so what better header to use than from it? Thanks to my friend @agentpeggicarter​ for the request/idea! As I promised, here’s doctor ren :) If you want more, please let me know!

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3.2K+


It felt quite liberating when the constant realization that you were done with med school had hit you. Although you had already wet your feet a while back while interning in the Resistance hospital, it felt completely different when you were now an actual nurse. It was your first day and you were more excited than anything.

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Title: Settle For Me
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: I listened to the “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend” soundtrack and for some reason this song just screamed Jake to me, I dunno why. Give it a listen and lemme know if you agree.

“You’re staring at him again.”

Your chin fell from your hand and you looked up wide eyed at Rosa who was staring you down with her usual unamused expression.

You sat up in your desk chair, smoothing out your hair and presuming your case report as you cleared your throat. “Maybe I was.”

Rose clicked her tongue, reclining in her chair as she folded her arms, the leather material of her jacket making small squelch noises. “Why don’t you just ask him out, it’s obvious you have a thing for him.”

“I can’t! Then he’ll know!” You told her with a distressed expression as you cast a small glance over at the cute detective across the room.

His name was Josh and you had been harboring a small crush over him ever since he started working at the precinct a couple months ago. On his first day, he accidentally spilled coffee all over your new white blouse, and after dozens of apologies he told you to take his NYPD jacket to cover the mess.

He was just so dishy, a kind smile, the most dazzling blue eyes you’d ever seen on a person, and one of those jawlines that looked like it could cut butter.

“He’s too good looking for me,” You reasoned, the speed of your typing increasing the more you thought on it. “I’ll just admire from afar.”

Rose exhailed sharply and rested her elbows on the top of her desk she was intimidatingly close. “Look, I don’t care but you should know that anyone would be lucky to be with you,” Her eyes took one glance at how your eyes lit up and she went back to her work. “And I don’t care, just man the hell up and ask him.”

You smiled at her, knowing she was trying to be supportive the best she could.

Just a couple feet away from your desks was Jake Peralta, unhappily switching gaze between you and Josh, noticing the doey look you were giving him much to Jake’s annoyance.

Jake let out a sigh, starting to fill out some forms and not-so-subtlety looking up at Amy, waiting for a response.

When he got nothing he sighed again, louder this time and dramatically tossing aside his pencil.

Amy gave him one glance before going back to her work.

Jake frowned. “Alright, you obviously can tell I’m in a distressed state and want to vent, the least you can do is pretend to care.”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you go find Boyle or Gina?”

“Boyle’s on that family trip and Gina found a new place to practice her dance moves.”

Amy followed his hand and saw Gina sparatically dancing in the evidence room with a huge pair of headphones on.

“Okay,” Amy said quietly, pushing away her keyboard. “I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see that, what do you want?”

Jake pretended to toss back his hair. “Thank you, it’s nice to feel appreciated,” He said, taking a great deal of pleasure in her annoyed scowl. “I’ve been into (Y/n) for over a year now, why does she like that tool more than me?” He asked, throwing a quick gesture over to Josh.

Amy looked over at him and smiled. “Oh yeah, the cute one.”

Jake groaned, falling back into his chair. “What is wrong with you two! I’m a catch!”

Amy snorted, folding her hands neatly on her desk. “Well let’s start with the easiest things. For one, he is exceedingly more handsome than you, definitely more in shape, he’s sweet and charismatic, doesn’t have a weird attachment to the one nice jacket he owns and his credit is impeccable.”

Jake looked at her with his mouth agape. “Well glad to know you put a lot of thought into this, Santiago. And for the record! I have tons of jackets.” He said, grabbing his leather jacket and tossing it onto the floor behind him.

Amy stood up from her seat, grabbing her coffee mug and looking at him with an unimpressed expression. “I guess add that he’s less petty than you onto the list now too.”

Jake pouted. “Dammit, she got me.”

He looked over at you again, noticing the small peices of hair falling out of the updo your hair was in and how your fingers tapped on your desk and he found himself smiling softly.

Jake stood up, quickly plucking his jacket off the ground. “I’m sorry, she made me do it, just ignore her.” He whispered to it before putting on and adjusting his hood over the collar.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” He said, casually strolling up to your desk and attempting a charming smile. “Wanna go grab a coffee with me?”

You looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, sure. I could use a break.”

Jake smiled and offered his arm to you. “After you.”

The whole walk to the coffee shop, you and Jake talked about everything under the sun, cracking small jokes to one another and just having a lovely little moment together.

Jake just couldn’t stop thinking about how great a couple the two of you would make. You and him just understood each other and for him, you were the most easiest person in the world to talk to.

Not to mention he felt his entire insides turn to jelly when you leaned into him after a particularly hearty chuckle, still having your arm linked with his. He wanted to be that close to you all the time.

Then he would remember you had a crush on someone else and it really killed the mood.

But what really bothered him was that Josh never really seemed to notice you the same way, he was polite to you but never went out of his way to talk to you. And Jake couldn’t understand how someone lucky enough to hold your affection would just ignore you.

The two of you sat down at a little table near the window and continued to talk about small things while you waited for your coffee.

Jake watched how your fingers would sometimes tug onto your lips when you were trying to think of something or the way you tapped your foot to the beat of the music playing in the background.

“Can I confess something?”

You were about to respond when a barista came over and set down two mugs of coffee on the table. “A secret from Jake Peralta? I’m all ears.”

Jake laughed, twirling his mug by the handle. “I just wanted to tell you that I really think the world of you, I think you’re brilliant at your job.”

He looked up and saw you eyeing him curiously over the brim of your mug and he cleared his throat before continuing. “And I know that you have a thing for Josh,”

You choked a little on your coffee, placing the cup down before covering the lower half of your face with your hand. “H-How did you know that?” Flushing when you heard him chuckle.

Jake looked at you with such fondness it almost took you back a little. “C'mon, I know you better than anyone in 99, plus you’re really not that subtle.”

He shook his head. “Not the point though, what I mean is I’ve had a crush on you for forever and I wanted to know if you would give me a shot,” Jake said quickly, noticing the surprised look on your face. “I know I’m literally nothing like Josh, word around the office is that he’s a dreamboat but don’t take my word for it.”

Your brows furrowed. “You have a crush on me?”

Jake nodded and looked down at his coffee. “Yup, I mean I totally don’t mind being your second, I just can’t shake the feeling that we’d be really good together. So, I was uh, hoping you’d let me at least give me a try. I mean we’re great partners and I like being with you” He laughed. “Call it a sad version of fate.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, I must have been pretty oblivious.”

Jake blew a raspberry. “God, you were the worst! I was worried I’d have to go full Boyle or have Gina come up with an interpretive dance to tell you.”

You laughed, taking a moment to look at him. “You deserve a lot better than to be a second choice, Jake. Tell you what, why don’t we go out somewhere Friday night, maybe we could see a movie?”

Jake gave you smile that just beamed happiness and he held out his hand. “(Y/f/n), are you asking me out?”

You took his hand and kissed the back of it, causing Jake to let out a totally manly squeal. “Yes, I am.”

Jake was properly blushing, but he cleared his throat and wheezed. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Imagine making up with Chris. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A 🙃 My heart is trying so hard not to give out with each part I write. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

It was 2:20AM and Chris found himself standing outside your door. Again. He was even more nervous than the day he came to confess his love for you because this time, he knew the girls living behind said door wouldn’t be as warm and welcoming as they were two months ago. It was late, so Chris assumed that you, and Ava, and Dodger were probably all asleep; he was wrong. Ava and Dodger were up, fighting their tired eyes and worrying about where you were; you, on the other hand, were out and attempting to digest everything that’d happened. Chris was also wrong about you not wanting to see him because as he stood at your door, you were standing at his. But you weren’t in Atlanta, you were in Los Angeles, too afraid to get on a plane because what if he turned you away? You’d fucked up, like- really fucked up. You couldn’t face him, you didn’t know what to say; you hadn’t had the time to think about your current situation and write a story about it to see how things were going to play out. You were out of your comfort zone, and way, way out of your league.

How did things become so complicated? When you were friends, you never fought. You talked and he listened, and vice versa. You didn’t lie to each other, you were honest about things even if he had to push you a little. Why did becoming a couple change that? How did it change that? Things always flowed so smoothly for your second person protagonist and Chris, and the two of you were so much like them- so why weren’t things working out? Then you realized it was because of you; you, unlike your second person protagonist, were flawed beyond imagination. You started this because you couldn’t depend on Chris like he’d asked you to, like Ava had told you to. That was the point of being in a relationship, wasn’t it? To have someone be there for you, and love you despite everything. He was your other half, he’d told you that; he’d even promised you a lifetime and meant it, so what were you doing sabotaging the relationship?

It was obvious sabotage. Maybe not at first, but it was starting to become clear to you that it was. You were still afraid that you weren’t good enough for him, which was why you didn’t want to tell him about your struggles or take money from him. You wanted to make your own way because you were terrified that if you didn’t, you’d become a burden- an anchor weighing a transcendent and magnificent boat down. Chris was right when he wrote you that letter, about how you would search for greatness and strive for perfection you didn’t believe you deserved. You needed to stop questioning everything good in your life and appreciate it instead, then maybe you’d actually get to keep that good in your life for longer than a few months. You needed to improve, to better yourself- not just for yourself, but for those who loved you- for Chris, especially if you wanted the lifetime he promised you.

Chris finally worked up the courage to knock on your door; he heard Dodger bark and felt his heart skip a beat. He was definitely relieved to see that Dodger was still living in your apartment, and not with the contact he gave you just in case you couldn’t take care of him anymore. He waited for the door to open, and it didn’t take very long which surprised him. Then he saw Ava and felt his eyes narrow at the concern in hers, “what’s wrong?” Dodger barreled towards Chris, head butting his leg and demanding for attention that Chris couldn’t give him. “What’s wrong, Ava?”

“Nothing,” Ava shook her head then continued before Chris could say anything, “just your girlfriend went out at like seven and it’s fucking two in the morning and she’s still not back.” Chris’ heart dropped and he quickly pulled Sebastian’s phone out of his pocket so he could call you. “Don’t bother,” she told him. “I’ve tried her a dozen times, she turned it off.”

“Did she say where she went?”

“If she did, would I be this worried?” Ava bit. “All she said was ‘I’m going out, Ava. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just…in a few days.’ And she mumbled the last bit thinking I wouldn’t hear her, but I did and I’m losing my mind. I called her parents, I called her brother- she’s not with them.”

“What the fuck?” Chris frowned. “I don’t- Why didn’t you try and stop her from leaving?” Ava scoffed at him and he sighed, “I’m sorry. I know this is- This is my fault, I had a bad day and I wanted to talk to her. I didn’t expect things to escalate so quickly, I just- it was all a huge misunderstanding. We both said things we didn’t mean and- I’m sorry, Ava.” She sighed and gave him a small smile because she knew it wasn’t entirely his fault; it was yours too. “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt her and I did and-” He cut himself off with a huff. “I’m going to make it up to her, I promise. But in order to do that, I need to find her first. Could you tell where she was going from what she was wearing, or what she took with her?”

Ava didn’t know if telling Chris what you looked like was the best idea. At first glance, she thought you were going on a date or to a bar to pick up a guy to take your mind of your breakup. But of course she knew you weren’t the kind of girl who did that kind of thing, so that thought dispersed almost immediately. Now Chris knew you too, but he was already frazzled enough; she didn’t need to add to his mess of thoughts, so she lied. “I didn’t see what she was wearing, I was too focused on the whole- y'know, almost breakup.”

“Right, um-” Chris licked his dry lips as he thought about places you liked going; majority of them would’ve been closed at this time of night, so he had no clue. “Oh God, why does she like doing this kind of thing?”

“Look, Chris-” Ava began then sighed. “I know we’re worried about her, and me staying up and pacing the living room doesn’t help your angst but- I don’t think we should go and look for her.” Chris narrowed his eyes at her. “Hear me out,” she said before he could speak. “She’s more than capable of looking after herself. LA is her hometown, she grew up here. She wouldn’t go wandering if she didn’t think she’d be fine, you know what she’s like. I think we give her some time and when she’s ready, she’ll come home and I’ll text you.”

“I can’t stay too long, Ava,” he reminded her. “I love her and I’d do anything for her, but- my career is on the line by being here.” Ava nodded, understandingly. “I want to work things out, but I also need to go back to work. Seb can only help me stall for so long, I can’t spend days in LA hoping she’ll come back from wherever she’d decided to go.”

“I know,” Ava nodded. “Just give her a day, if she doesn’t return by tomorrow afternoon then- you can head back to Atlanta and I’ll be sure to make sure she calls you to sort things out.” Chris sighed, but agreed with a nod. “Go home and get some sleep, I promise you things will be okay.” Chris turned to leave when Ava asked, “do you want to take Dodger with you?”

“He should stay here,” Chris patted Dodger’s head. “Just in case I have to head back before I speak to her in person. I have a feeling she’d be more forgiving if his furry face was in front of her,” he managed one of his half smiles, “she’s a bigger fan of him than she is of me, sometimes.” Ava chuckled softly at his weak attempt at a joke. “Text me as soon as she gets home, okay?” After seeing a nod from Ava, he left and took a cab back to his Los Angeles home.

The ride back to his place felt dreadfully long and he wished he had his phone instead of Sebastian’s so he could browse all the photos he’d taken of you, as well as the photos you’d taken together. He missed you so much that he hated you a little for running out instead of staying home; he’d planned to grab you and kiss you to show you how sorry he was. But that plan had been foiled because as he’d learned, not everything went according to planned.

As the cab drove up his driveway, he spotted a female figure in the dim light standing by his front door. He practically stopped breathing as the cab slowed to a stop and he pulled out some cash to pay his fee. He tumbled out of the vehicle, tripping over his over feet when he realized it was you. You were in a trench coat; your red dress peeking under your coat; your black heels lengthening and complimenting your already long legs. Your hair was done and your face was made; you looked absolutely beautiful which made him curse himself for letting things escalate to this point. He could’ve lost you for good, things could’ve been over between you. But it wasn’t; you were still here, pacing his drive way because you were sick of pacing the airport. Boy, did he need you; he needed you in his arms and in his life, now, tomorrow, and until the end of time.

“Y/N,” he called out to you and you turned.

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Part 5B

Imagine – Slow Dancing with Dean Ambrose after a fight

Word Count – 1487

Warnings – Angst, Drinking

A/N – Sorry for being off schedule lately. I’ve been super busy with going to doctor appointments almost every day and school. Hopefully I can get back on track soon!

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Vince McMahon gave you and your boyfriend Dean Ambrose three weeks off since you’ve been working nonstop for four years. You both were so excited, you finally got time to be with each other without worrying about staying in character backstage! Nothing could go wrong! At least that’s what you thought.

The first few days were nice, staying at home and relaxing on the couch together. Catching up on The Walking Dead. But the rest of the week has been lonely, for you anyways. Dean’s always out drinking with his hometown friends, which you didn’t mind if it was just for a few nights. But it’s been every night for almost two weeks now. You both go back to work in a week, it’d be nice to spend the last week of your vacation with him!

Tonight was the worst though. You were sitting on a bench inside the airport, eating Mc Donalds and hopping Dean didn’t forget he was supposed to pick you up.

“Are you coming?” You texted him about 7 minutes ago, still no reply. “Maybe he’s driving” you thought to yourself.

15 minutes go by and now you were getting furious. You called him a few times, still no answer.

It was 9:30 PM and you had your last straw. Dean was supposed to be here at 7:40 and he still isn’t here and even worse not returning your calls. You stood outside in the freezing rain, catching a taxi and telling him to drop you off at your house. Your leg was bouncing nonstop the whole car ride along with you playing with your fingers, trying to keep your calm and checking your phone.

You thanked the taxi driver, got out of the car and stomped to the door while shivering in the rain. You didn’t even think to bring a jacket or an umbrella. You went inside and found Dean drinking whiskey with his legs propped up on the couch.

“DEAN, FUCKIN’ AMBROSE!” You yelled, slamming your keys down on the table.

“Oh.. hey babe! You made it!” He burped after, slurring his words

“Yeah, thanks to a taxi driver. What the fuck happened?!”

“What do you mean?”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PICK ME UP!”

“I was? Oh.. My bad..” He frowned.

“You’re a fuckin’ drunk.” You growled, walking away. While you were walking away you heard him say “I love you” but you slammed the door.

You woke up the next morning to Dean asleep on the couch. You grabbed a bucket along with a glass of water and medicine and put it on the table next to him, slightly waking him up.

“Good morning darlin’” He said tiredly. You just gave him a stare, making him confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t remember?” He shook his head, grabbing it in pain

“You were supposed to pick me up from the airport. I called and texted, waited forever and decided to just stand in the damn rain and wait for a taxi. I come home and you’re drunk off your ass! At 10:30 at night!” His heart ripped apart.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorr –“

You cut him off, slapping his hand away

“if you were sorry you’d clean up your act, Ambrose! You go out and drink so much, what if you drive home drunk and get in a crash and get hurt, or die! Do you know how much that would destroy me? You don’t care either way. I’m tired! I’m going to say what I said last night, you’re a drunk! Get your shit together!” He didn’t answer, knowing you’re right.

“I need to go, I need air.. I’ll be back later. Hopefully you’ll be here and not out drinking with your buddies. It seems like you care more about drinking then you care about me…”

You grabbed your keys along with a jacket and left, leaving him broken hearted and alone.

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You braced yourself for the arguments that were about to come as you pulled into the driveway, seeing Dean’s car was still here. “Maybe he didn’t go out” you thought to yourself, hopping you were right and that his friends didn’t just pick him up or something.

You walked in and your breath was caught, not believing what your eyes are seeing. The lights were dimmed, candles on the windowsill, Dean standing in the middle of the room with roses in his hand, and a huge trash bag in the other that was filled to the top. He was wearing his leather jacket and cleaned up jeans along with his black tank top he always wears.

“What is that?” You asked, nodding your head towards the bag. He shook it, hearing bottles clink together as he did.

“My alcohol. Empty. Down the drain, sweetie. I don’t want to be this way anymore.. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. And if you don’t believe me here’s a video.”

He walked up to you and pulled out his phone. He pulled up the video and pressed play.

“Hey darlin’. You’re out somewhere mad at me, which you have every right to be. I’m sitting here at home, and I’ve taken in every word you’ve said over the last few weeks and… you’re right. I need to quit, or I’m going to kill myself. I’ve already called and told my friends, they asked me if I could come out tonight and I told them No. It felt pretty good, actually. Knowing I get to stay home with the love of my life and cuddle up on the couch with her. I’m rambling sorry, anyways… I don’t want my life to end short. I don’t want you to think I’d put ANYTHING in front of you! You come first. Always. I want to grow old with you, have little Deano’s running around the house. And of course because you want one… a cat.. Even though I can’t stand cats if it makes you happy we can get one, but not right now since we’re always on the road. I want to live and be happy with you, so that’s why I’m doing this.”

He picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured it down the drain. You could tell he hesitated for a second, but you both knew he wanted it to be done. The video went on for a few more minutes then it ended.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes as he had some in his too. He passed you over the roses and gave you a soft smile.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know. I know I’m not good at being romantic, but I hope this was alright.”

“You dork, of course I like it! I love it!” You punched his arm, making him rub it but smile.

He turned around and grabbed the remote, turning on the radio and playing “Crazy Girl” By Eli Young Band. You raised your eyebrow, giving him a smirk

“Country, Dean Ambrose listens to country?”

“Not really, but when I heard this song it made me think of you. I’m not good at this, but will you dance with me, darlin’?” You shook your head and blushed as he placed his hands on your hips, looking down and smiling trying to hide the blush coming across his cheeks.

You two swayed back and forth as the music played softly. You leaned your head on his chest, feeling his left hand move to your back and his right go in your hair, running through it gently as he hummed along with the song. You felt like you were in heaven. Hearing his heartbeat and feeling the vibration of his humming coming from his chest. His heaven was just having you in his arms.

The song ended. The look of love in his blue eyes as he looked down into your y/e/c eyes and hearing his heartbeat quicken as he watched you. A smirk running across his lips as he leaned down and kissed you, tugging his fingers in your hair and you with your arms around his neck. You were a lot shorter than him so he picked you up and kissed you again, leaning his forehead against yours and kissing your nose.

“Did you really mean it? We can get a cat in the future?” You asked excitedly, making him chuckle

“Yes, in the future. But for now all I want is you. You’re all I want. Not booze, not drunk nights with friends. I could stay like this forever if we added wrestling into it.” You both laughed, kissing each other again.

You finally had your Dean back.

Title: Bitter Cold
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: I do a lot of sick character gets taken care of by reader and I dunno why but it’s probably my favorite trope.

You had yourself draped across the couch in Danny’s apartment, still stuck in a semi-house arrest while the whole situation with the Hand cooled over. Only a week or two had passed since Danny brought you to stay with him, but sometimes it feel like the hours dragged on day after day.

However, today proved to be much different than previous ones.

It was no secret that since staying with Danny, your subconscious had placed a sort of internal alarm clock that made you wake up at first light every single day. Danny’s place was by no means small, but after days of exploring the whole place seemed no bigger than a backyard. Because of this, your body was itching to find something to do every day.

Before coming here, you were always a busy person. You were the sole owner of a successful business and had to manage a handful of employees on your own.

So needless to say, you were attuned to constantly having something to occupy your time.

Fortunately, Danny was also an early riser, so you never had to wait too long to have some company in your endeavors, at least on the days Joy didn’t all but drag him into the office or e-mail him paperwork to complete in his absence.

But when you glanced at the clock in the corner of the television screen, you noticed it was well passed the time Danny usually got up. So, you rolled onto the floor, hopping up instantly and going upstairs to check on him.

You leaned up against the door, trying to listen for any noise to indicate he was awake, but when there was none, you tried knocking on the door.

“Danny?” You called, though not too loudly just in case he had only gotten up. “Are you up yet?”

There was a bit of shuffling, enough ruckus to make you hear it without being pressed up against the door.

When it finally flew open, you found Danny leaning against the doorframe while he rubbed his eyes.

“G'mornin’.”

Your brows furrowed while you mentally evaluated him. Danny’s gaze was somewhat unfocused, and you could see the slight rosy tone to his nose and cheeks. His skin overall was a little pale and his eyes simply drooped with fatigue.

“Are you feeling alright?” You asked, trying to place your hand on his forehead, but he moved away.

“Course I am, when am I not okay?” Danny asked, flashy you a lazy smile that would have been fairly attractive did it not look like he was ready to pass out.

You were sneaky though, you had him lean his head down so it seemed like you were about to kiss him, but at the last moment you planted your lips on his forehead.

“Lair,” You said, softly smacking his shoulder. “You’re burning up.”

Danny only sighed. “So maybe, I’ve gotten a minor cold.”

You scoffed. “More like you’ve been overworking and stressing yourself about this whole ‘Iron Fist’ business and haven’t been letting yourself get proper rest.” You scolded him while leading him back to bed.

“You’re one to talk!” He whined childishly, but still following you willingly until he was back under the covers. “Before you came here, all you did was work!”

You ignored him, making sure he was stable in the bed. “Nevermind that, take your shirt off.”

Danny tilted his head. “I thought you wanted me to rest.”

You gave him a look. “I do, which is why you’re going to change into decent sleepwear instead of wearing your work clothes.”

Danny awkwardly shimmied his way out of his shirt and handed it to you. “You don’t have to nurse me you know, I can do it myself.”

You motioned for him to hold his arms up while you helped him put on a comfy shirt. “Of course not, but I want to because I like to see you healthy, and it gives me something to do.”

Danny watched you dig around in his dresser before you tossed him some sweatpants.

“Change into that, I’ll see what medicine you have in the apartment.”

You were about halfway to the door when Danny called out to you.

“Promise you won’t leave?”

You only smiled. “Nah, can’t leave you to fend for yourself like this, can I? Now hush up and get changed, I’ll be right back.”

He waited until the door was closed to finish getting dressed, then he fell back into the pillows, hand cradling his head while he tried to block out the headache. Maybe all the worrying over you and your safety was messing up his chi and rest would actually help.

Danny found himself smiling while his one hand drew shapes in the cool material of the sheets on your side. It was nice to be taken care of, whenever he got sick at the monastery it was more of a suck it up and deal with it situation until one of the monks gave you something to help with whatever you were dealing with.

He would’ve thought more on it, but the sudden leap in his stomach caused him to forget about the matter.

That’s how it was for most of the day. You gave Danny small remedies to try and ease the pain he was feeling. You told him to ask for whatever he needed, but he never called for you more than twice in a span of a few hours.

You had just placed a glass of cold water on his bedside table when you softly brushed back his hair and sat on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling, Danny?”

He mumbled something and you stopped stroking his hair to check his temperature.

“Hey, why’d you stop? That was helping a little.”

You looked down at him, only to find him staring up at you. “If you say so.” You began brushing back his hair again, trying your best to avoid the small knots.

It lasted about five minutes before Danny wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you ontop of him.

“Danny!” You shouted, immediately regretting it when he flinched at the sudden noise. “Sorry, but you need to get some rest!” You whispered.

“I am, you never said anything about doing so alone though.” He argued, nuzzling himself into you while he sighed.

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, Danny. Not resting.”

Danny opened his eyes and nudged your nose with his. “But you are taking care of me, I always sleep better when you’re next to me, and if you really want me to rest, then you’re gonna have to stay right here.”

You wanted to argue more, but a small wave of tiredness took over you and you opted to sigh in defeat. Pushing yourself off his chest, slightly ignoring his whines, you got under the covers and situated yourself so you could continue to pet his hair.

“How’s that?”

Danny smiled, head tilting into your hand. “I feel better already.”

Imagine Sister!Winchester Getting Out of The Hunting Life

She hadn’t seen her brothers for more than ten years, much less her dad. As soon as her brother Sam left? She was gone. She knew it was going to be her only chance for a normal life, that and she knew that her father would have held on even more tightly if she stayed. So, she left a note for her older brother and ran. She ran to New York where she got a whole new identity and started school, started a new life. She became a doctor, a damn good doctor and she got married. Married to a smart, kind man who worked at as a teacher; she loved him. They had two kids when they moved to Washington, a boy and girl; Dean John and Sophia Mary. They were the light of her life, the reason for living.

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Teen!Hal x Teen!Barry

A splattering sound filled the silence of the night. Barry reached for the carton and chucked an egg at the roof. The egg landed with a satisfying ‘crack’. He kinda felt bad for the person who owned the nice house. He was unsure who it actually belonged to, but he didn’t care much at the moment. All he wanted was to relieve some of his stress. This was his favorite way to do so.

His hand reached for another egg, but he froze when he heard a voice behind him. “The people who live here are gonna be pissed when they get home.” Barry’s head whipped around frantically. A man in a bomber jacket stood beside the carton he had laid on the lawn.

His eyes widened, and he was fairly certain he was in trouble. Barry was at a loss for words. The mystery man chuckled at his fearful expression. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna rat you out or anything.” Barry let out a sigh of relief. “As a matter of fact.” The man trailed off. He took an egg from the carton, took a look at the house, and threw it with as much force as he could muster.

It hit the door and cracked open, yolk spilling and dripping down the wood. Barry stared incredulously at the stranger. He was joining in? Was he nuts? But really, who was he to stop him? That’d just be hypocritical, and Barry was anything but a hypocrite. Well, usually anyways.

He got over his initial shock, and joined in the fun. By the end of it, slimy, yellow yolk was dripping all over the house. The two boys were laughing hysterically, clearly having way too much fun. They both caught their breaths after calming down. A celebratory high five was definitely in order.

Their fun was cut short, however, when the flashing lights and familiar sirens became noticeable. “No. No no no no. This can’t be happening!” Barry started to panic. His new friend put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and flashed him a confident smile.

“I got this. You may find this surprising, but this isn’t my first rodeo.” Oh god, what had he gotten himself into? The boy stood as an officer approached them. He tried his hand at convincing (read: bribing) the police officer.

Considering the fact that they were currently sitting in a jail cell together, it clearly didn’t go well.

“Seriously, dude? Bribing the cop? What is wrong with you?” Barry was freaking out and highly uncomfortable with this situation.

“That usually works,” the boy mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Barry sighed and leaned against the cell door.

“Well, since we’re going to be stuck here for a while, can you at least tell me your name?” It hadn’t occurred to either of them that neither boy had been introduced.

“The name’s Hal. Hal Jordan. And you are…” Barry held his hand out to his accomplice.

“Barry Allen.” The two shook hands and went silent again before Hal asked a very pressing question he had.

“Why were you egging that house anyways?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

“I asked first.” Barry thought back to his stressful day.

“I got a bit overwhelmed, and I needed a way to cool down, I suppose.” That was the understatement of the year. “School’s been getting to me lately. You know how that goes.” Hal scoffed. Boy, did he know a thing or two.

“Tell me about it. My parents have been getting on my case about my bad grades. It doesn’t help that my older brother, Jack, acts above me because of it.” Clearly this boy needs a tutor, and maybe someone who wasn’t busy judging him. Barry was more than willing to be both.

“I could help you with the grades situation. Well, once our parents pick us up, of course.” Hal grimaced. He didn’t seem too thrilled by that.

“Yeah. Our parents.” Barry felt he’d unintentionally hit a nerve. He was about to apologize, but the cell door opened up. In the entrance was an officer and Barry’s parents. He stood up and gave them a big hug, apologizing for this whole mess. They assured him they were just glad he was okay.

When Barry separated from them, he saw a man slightly older than him and Hal arrive, and he watched him curiously. Hal looked up, his eyes wide. “I don’t know what else I expected of you, Hal,” the man said. This definitely wasn’t Hal’s father, so the next best assumption would be his brother Jack. Barry already didn’t like him.

Hal didn’t really bother to respond to Jack, He simply walked past his brother towards the lobby. Barry clenched his fists and looked back at Hal’s brother. What right did he have to say something like that?  He got the feeling this happened to Hal a lot, if earlier was anything to go by. But to seem so smug and above someone like that, let alone a younger sibling? It didn’t sit well with Barry.

He was about to confront the man, but his father held him back and shook his head. Barry let himself relax a bit, but glared at Jack nonetheless.

He left to try and find Hal. He happened to be sitting out in the waiting room, his head in his hands. Barry cleared his throat to grab his attention. Hal jumped a bit. He was relieved when he saw Barry. Taking a seat, Barry tried to think of the best thing to say, but found that nothing at all would work just fine. He wanted to let Hal talk when he was ready. After a brief moment of silence, he did.

“You know, I don’t try to be a screw up. Being a perfect child just doesn’t come as naturally to me as it does for Jack.” Hal stared off in the distance as if remembering something. “My parents threatened to send me away to a private school. Figured it should do me some good. I don’t think it will.”

Hal’s family seemed to have high standards for him, but they seemed too unrealistic to Barry. I mean, clearly Hal wasn’t turning out the way they wanted, but shouldn’t they be okay with that? He’s his own person. Barry was raised to think for himself, so he only saw fit that Hal should, too.

“They sound tough,” he said. Hal laughed dryly.

“No kidding. They’re nothing like yours from what I can tell.” Barry’s parents were a lot less uptight and strict. His well being was honestly their main concern.

“They’re great. I couldn’t ask for better parents.” He smiled thinking about how accepting his parents were. And so far, they hadn’t been too angry about the egging incident. Mostly just surprised and concerned. Speaking of that.

“I never did ask you why you joined me. What made you do it?” Hal ran his hand through his hand and winced.

“I know the girl who lives there. Her name’s Carol. She’s, uh, my ex.” Barry went silent. Hal’s ex? How coincidental.

“And you thought egging her house was a good idea?”

“You started it,” Hal reminded him. “If it helps, it definitely made me feel better. About her, I mean.”

“Uh huh.” Barry deadpanned. “You’re not the brightest, are you?” Hal pretended to be hurt.

“Rude! I will have you know I am very smart, Barry.”

“Bartholomew.” Hal froze. Barry wasn’t sure why he’d said it.

“Uh, what?”

“My name. Bartholomew. That’s what Barry is short for.” Cue the snorting as Hal tried not to laugh. Barry was beginning to regret this. “Shut up! I shouldn’t have said anything to you.”

Hal tried his best to stop. He felt kinda bad for laughing. “No, no. I’m sorry. It’s just…Bartholomew? This is the 21st century. No one names their kid that anymore.”

“Well my parents do. Get over it.” Hal rolled his eyes. He found himself wanting to make things even. He was so going to embarrass himself.

“Well, at least your name isn’t Harold.” Now it was Barry’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, laugh it up, Bartholomew. At least we’re even now.”

“Oh, man. That’s great. Harold.” He tried to calm down, but couldn’t take Hal seriously now.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Then both boys burst into laughter.

“Let’s just agree our parents have terrible taste in names,” Hal got out between fits of laughter.

“Agreed.” Somehow, egging a random person’s house had led both of them to this moment. And they couldn’t have asked for a better coincidence to bring them together.

Title: Endless Longing
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: It’s been awhile but this reminded me how much I fucking adore Danny.

“You alright there, Dan?” You asked, noticing his gaze had fallen onto the large windows on the one side of his office, he still had his chin resting in his hand and you noticed he looked like a little kid when his mind began to wander.

His gaze was pulled back to you and the one corner of his smile was hidden by his hand. “Yes?”

You grinned. “Nothing, just wanted to let you know I was heading out.”

Danny nodded, getting up from his chair so he could hold out your coat for you. Sometimes on less busy days at the shop, you’d come into the building during the affernoon to see your siblings and have a chat with Danny.

He handed you your bag and walked you to the door, pausing for a breif moment while he debated whether to hug you or not.

His thought process didn’t get too far because you just gave him a small wave and proceeded to make your way to the elevator. Danny barely caught sight of your coat before the metal doors of the elevator completely blocked you from him.

Danny sighed heavily and promptly shut his office door before crashing into his chair while he poked aimlessly around his desk, trying to keep himself busy.

Your relationship with him was becoming a reoccurring topic in his subconscious.

Mostly because it confused the hell out of him.

There had been multiple occasions where he had kissed you, but the two of you sort of brushed them off as heat of the moments kind of deal when both of your emotions were running the show.

And ever since you moved back into your place, the lines became even more blurred.

When you introduced him to the people who worked at your shop, almost all of them assumed you two were dating.

But you quickly brushed it off with the usual,

“Oh no, Danny’s a close childhood friend. We just still manage to tolerate one another as adults.”

He didn’t understand a lot of things he felt for you, partly because most of it was stuff he hadn’t felt before. He just knew that it went beyond the realms of what normal friends felt for one another.

To make matters even worse, you had started to spend less times with him.

It wasn’t a constant thing, and he was just glad to see you were happy and living a normal life again.

Danny just didn’t realize it meant you wouldn’t be around as much.

Apart from when you came by the building, you were almost too busy with work to hang out with him at his place or somewhere in the city anymore.

It was starting to make him feel a little self-conscious. You had invited him to join in on a party you going to with some of your old friends from university.

And at first, he was more than thrilled to get to learn more about you and the people you got along with.

But it quickly turned sour when he realized how out of place he was in the whole situation. Everyone around him was talking about the same thing, but none of it made sense to him. They could have started speaking in another language and he probably wouldn’t have noticed the difference.

Before the plane crash, he was well educated, and he wasn’t by any means a stupid person. But everyone else just seemed to be in on something he missed the memo about. References went right over his head and he couldn’t understand any of the jokes.

He would try and turn to talk to you alone, but you were engaging in the conversation with such enthusiasm, and as usual you sounded like the knowledge of the universe just poured out of your head.

Danny felt too embarrassed to ask, he just wanted to be a part of your world, too.

But it just seemed like the pieces didn’t fit together.

He had tried to mask the hurt in his voice as he told you something had come up and he needed to head home.

He must not have done very well, because you gave him a soft smile.

“Call me when you get there and let me know everything’s alright, okay?”

The simple request made his whole system flood with hope.

Danny didn’t like avoiding you, but he was afriad if he saw you in person. All of his insecurities would come falling out of his mouth and then you’d know everything.

He didn’t like to keep secrets from you, and frankly when he did, he was bad at it. This just felt like one problem you couldn’t help him fix.

So to say he freaked out whenever you showed up at his apartment door, would be major downplay.

At first, he debated not answering.

But it had nearly been a week and he missed you.

So, despite all warning flags, he opened the door and welcomed you with a smile.

“I’ve been worried about you,” You said once the two of you got comfortable in the kitchen. “You usually call me everyday, or at least message me,” You turned back from your brewing tea to smile at him. “I thought you might have died.”

You tried to make light, but the smile fell off your face when you saw Danny intently staring into his coffee mug.

You sat down on the stool next to him, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow. His head slightly turned towards you and you gave him one of your soft smiles that you knew he liked.

“Okay?” You asked.

Danny blinked, pushing aside his mug while he turned to face you. “You know you mean the world to me, right?”

There was a short laugh from you. “Of course, I do.”

He shook his head, taking your hands into his. “I dont think you understand,” He started, his thumbs running across your plams. “I don’t know what I’d do or how I’d manage if you weren’t a constant part of my life. And when I’m not with you all I do is think about how you are and worry if you’re okay. And I don’t like it when you tell people that we’re just friends because all the things I feel for you aren’t the kind of things I feel for anyone else,”

There was another pause, and Danny kept his eyes solely on your hands, not wanting to see your reaction just yet. “It really freaks me out sometimes, because I feel all of these things but I don’t know how to read you as well as you can read me. And I worry that you don’t see it the same way, that you don’t care about me the way I care about you.”

It was silent.

Even the constant sound of traffic seemed to be at a halt.

Danny finally let his eyes meet yours and he was taken back by your expression.

He understood what it meant, because it was the same look people constantly told him he gave you.

He finally felt like he could read you.

You all but tossed yourself into him, arms going around him in a tight embrace while you burried your face into his shoulder.

Danny looked down at you, he felt like his ribcage was about to crack from the rapid increase of his heartbeat. All he could do was return the embrace with equal feeling.

No one said anything else

But it was perfectly clear to the two of you that the feelings were more than mutual.

Armed and Awkward

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Bucky Barnes X Reader

The reader offers to let Bucky stay at their apartment while he adjusts to the modern world and works through his post HYDRA PTSD. When they find out about his metal arm, they tell him it’s beautiful and makes the whole situation awkward. The reader then shows him their arms covered in tattoos. “People judge me because of my arms too.” (Written as if the reader were Tony Stark’s sister but could also be read as Male!Reader)

(First Bucky fic, been wanting to do something with him for awhile and this came to me one day. Not my GIF. send me requests!)


“Maybe a little bit to the left?” You were staring at a vase of fresh cut roses you’d just brought home that morning. Something about their placement on the kitchen table didn’t feel right. You slid the vase several inches to the left. “No.” You shook your head. “Maybe the right?” However scooting the flowers to the right didn’t seem to improve the feeling either. Maybe, you conceded, it has nothing to do with the flowers.

You pulled out a kitchen chair for yourself and sat down. Steve Rogers was on his way over with his friend Sergeant Barnes. You hadn’t been given all the details but you knew the Sergeant had been brainwashed by HYDRA at some point. He now needed a place to stay where he could adjust to the modern world and work through the mental trauma that HYDRA had so graciously saddled him with.  You immediately offered up your apartment. For one it was a lot quieter than the compound where the Avengers were always coming and going. Secondly you got pretty lonely being at your place all the time alone. It would be nice to have a roommate who understood your chaotic lifestyle. Lastly Steve was cashing in on every favor you and your twin brother, Tony, owed him.

“Ms. Stark, I believe Captain Rogers has arrived.” A disembodied voice explained. It was the voice of your brother’s artificial intelligence program JARVIS. Somedays you wished you never let Tony install the infernal thing, other times it was actually sort of helpful. This day it was the latter.

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Imagine – Babysitting JJ with Jensen

Word Count – 2016

Pairing – Divorced! Jensen x Reader

Triggers – None that I can think of?

A/N – Please take note this is just an imagine. I love Jensen and Danneel very, very much and ship them so much !! I would never expect them to ever get a divorce so please don’t take this in the wrong way, it’s just fanfiction! Thank you. Also, I’m thinking of making this into a series. So if I should post a part 2 please let me know.

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You pulled into Jensen’s driveway and parked in your normal spot, taking a deep breath and looking in the mirror, fixing your hair and makeup before getting out of the car. “Act casual, y/n. It’s just a crush, It’s just a crush, it’s just a crush.” You whispered to yourself, but you knew it was more.

You got out of the car and walked up to the door, knocking on it loudly. Not even 10 seconds and the door comes flying open along with a smiling Jensen with his smiling baby girl in his arms. “y/n! it’s so great to see you!” He brought you in for a side hug, hugging JJ after.

You walked into the living room and noticed all the toys on the floor, smiling and shaking your head when you noticed the tiny impala toy on the floor. “Seriously, Jensen? That is so Dean of you.” He picked up the toy car and looked at it, passing it over to JJ who was now in your arms. “Dean’s a good role model, sometimes.” “Daddy’s – car!” JJ said happily, holding the car up in the air and looking at the toy with amazement.

“She knows” You and Jensen both laughed, sighing and smiling at each other after. God he was beautiful with his green apple eyes, curling lip whenever he smiled. His laugh made your heart warm, and his voice gave you shivers.

“I’m going to go look through the script for episode 9, if ya need anything just yell. Thank you so much for watching her.” He kissed your cheek without thinking, heart sinking after while yours stopped but he didn’t say anything and just walked away with a frown, wishing he could’ve kissed your lips instead.

You placed your fingertips over the spot he kissed, smiling to yourself. The sound of JJ fusing got you out of your thoughts. “toys!” “yes, yes we can go play with your toys.” You chuckled while she yelled “yayy!” and waddled over to the spot in the middle of the living room filled with stuffed animals. God she was adorable, just like her father.

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It was 4 in the afternoon now. You were sitting in JJ’s room, helping her put on her princess dress she wanted to wear and show daddy. “You look beautiful!” You yelled happily while she smiled and stood In front of her little mirror. “Let’s go show daddy, yeah?”

You picked her up and carried her to Jensen’s work office. You knocked slightly, hopping he wasn’t to busy. “It’s open!” His jaw dropped when he saw his daughter. “look at my princess!” He picked her up and kissed her cheek, making her giggle. “She loves Cinderella, I bought the dress for her last Christmas and she still wears it.” You nodded with a smile. “How’s work?” “Same old, same old. I miss ya being on the show, you made it a lot cooler.” You blushed, hopping he didn’t notice. “Jared called earlier, said he’s coming over around 8 if ya want to stick around and hangout with us” “Sure! Sound’s great!” ‘Awesome! I’ll let Jared know.” Jensen fist bumped the air and screamed yes quietly to himself once you left, excited for tonight especially now that you’d be there.

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It was 7:30 and it was time for JJ to go to sleep. You carried her up the stairs while Jensen followed from behind, staring up and down your body while you weren’t looking, feeling all the nervousness and sadness hit in his stomach.

“Don’t…want…sleep!” she fussed, pouting her arms. “Think about this, when you wake up I’ll make you pancakes just like how you like them.” Jensen said. “With y/n?” “With y/n.” She smiled while Jensen gave her a small high five.

“Goodnight sweetheart, I love you.” “I love you too, daddy.” She heled onto his finger, making your and Jensen’s hearts warm up from cuteness. “Forever?” ‘Forver” She said funny, not being able to say that word properly yet.  “Night, mommy!” She yelled from the crib. You and Jensen froze, not knowing what to say. “Sweetie, I’m y/n not mommy.” You frowned, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“But – mommy?” “Mommy will be here in two days honey.” He said, holding up two fingers and looking at you with worry. “Okay, night y/n.” “Night J”

Jensen closed the door behind you, while you tried not to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry about that, she’s just confused is all. I hope you’ll still visit us but if it’s to awkward no I’ll understand.” You looked up at him with confusion and sadness in your eyes, while he looked just as sad too. “Of course I’ll still be here Jensen, I’ll always be here for you both always have been right? Just like you’ve always been here for me.” He nodded and smirked. “Thank you for everything you do for us y/n, honestly.” “My pleasure, now let’s go hangout I feel like I haven’t seen you all day”

“A beer?” he yelled from the kitchen. “Yes!” He passed you the bottle while taking a sip of his own. “We still got like 20 – 30 minutes, what do ya wanna do?” “We can just sit and talk, doesn’t matter to me.” He sat down on the couch and patted the spot closest to him. You plopped down and laughed, laying your head against his chest while he had his arm laying against yours.

“Did you really mean what you said earlier, how you missed me being on the show?” ‘Of course! It was so great having you there. Not to mention I got to see you a lot more.” He stopped, realizing how flirty that sounded. A wave of panic hit him, wondering if he apologize. “Aw is Mr. Ackles getting all sappy on me?” “Pshh, Mr. Ackles is never sappy.” You both chuckled and sipped on your beers, smiling and looking into each other’s eyes a little longer than normal.

“How are your eyes so green and pretty?!” You said, tracking Jensen out of his thoughts. “Um, magic.” “If you really had magic what would you do?” The first thought that came to his head was make you two be together forever, but he couldn’t say it. “Tons of pizza forever.” “Oh, me too! Great minds think alike” “Haha, yeah..” He sighed, looking away.

“You okay, Jense?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. Just – thinking.”

“About?”

“Work, I guess.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” You frowned, placing your hand on top of his.

“Just don’t want ya to leave.” You looked at him with confusion. “Why would I?” “I don’t know, things happen sometimes that you can’t control and it’s just scary.” “I know, it’s life but Jensen you know I love you and J very much. You guys are my family, along with Jared and Misha. I’ll never leave you boys or J okay? Family sticks together through thick and thin.” He gave you a tight hug while you hugged back, sighing against his neck as he did the same. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “I’m glad I’m here too.”

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“Hey!” Jared said happily, giving you and Jensen a tight hug. “Hey Jar, still as tall as can be.” You both chuckled. “Of course, and you’re still short!” He picked you up, making you laugh while Jensen stood in the corner and smirked, trying to hide his jealousy. He knew Jared loved Gen very much and would never do a thing to hurt her, but he always got a sick feeling in his stomach when he saw you with another guy wishing he could protect you and love you as his own.

“Did you read the script for episode 9? Crazy right?!” Jared said while grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Yeah, can’t believe Lucifer’s back.” “Mark’s back on set?! What the hell why didn’t you tell me I would’ve came and said hi!” You yelled from the table. “You can come Wednesday since Dan will have JJ” “Woo!!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air with joy while the boys laughed.

You all three sat in the living room and watched The Walking Dead together, talking about everything and anything. You and Jensen were back in your position that you were in before and Jared was in the recliner. “How’s Gen doing. Jared?” “She’s pretty good. The boys are well too.” “Do they still have pizza parties?” “All the time” Jared chuckled, smiling at the thought of his sons.

Jared noticed how Jensen barley took his eyes off you the whole night. Other than when Jared talked, his eyes were always on you with a soft smile. He knew his best friend was crazy in love, but he didn’t understand why he wouldn’t open up and tell her. So many amazing things could happen, he should take the chance.

Eventually you fell asleep in Jensen’s lap while he played with your hair softly, leaving Jared and him to their selves. Jensen got up to get a beer when Jared came and followed him behind after, wanting to talk in private.

“Do ya need a beer too?” “No thanks, I wanted to talk to you about stuff.” Jensen sat down in the chair and chugged his 4th beer of the night while Jared sat across from him.

“Why don’t you tell her?”

“What?”

“You heard me, you’re obviously head over heals for her, why not tell her?”

“You’re funny man.” Jensen laughed, starting to stand up till Jared pushed him back down. “You’re torturing yourself, dude!” He gave him an angry look then chugged more of his beer, hopping he’d be drunk and forget all about this soon.

“You love her and you know it, why not tell her?! I noticed you staring at her all night, Jensen. You look at her the way I look at Gen, with love and care. Amazing things could come out of this man, take the chance.”

Jensen tossed his empty bottle on the floor and looked away from Jared, wiping the stray tear falling from his cheek angrily. “That’s what I thought about Dan. I thought nothing could ever go wrong, now look at us. The only reason we still talk is cause of JJ. I thought we loved each other, but I guess not. I’m just so scared to get attached, for my daughter to get attached and have her ripped out of our lives.”

“JJ called y/n mom today, did I forget to mention that?” Jared’s eyes went wide. “What’d y/n say? What did you say?” “She just told her how she’s y/n, not mommy. I told her she’ll see her mommy in two days and left with goodnight. Me and y/n talked when we left and I apologized, saying how if she didn’t want to come over anymore I’d understand.” “And she’s still here.” Jensen nodded.

Jared gave him a tight hug and rubbed his back as he cried into his shoulder. “I know you had strong feelings for Danneel. I know you both loved each other at some point and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but amazing things could happen Jensen. It’s better to take the chance than not have it at all, and to be honest? I know she loves you too man.”

Jensen shook his head and wiped his face with his big hands. “Okay, okay yeah you’re right. I’m going to try to tell her tomorrow when JJ takes her nap. I’m going to tell her, I’m actually going to tell her.”

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‘’For The Memories’’

Bucky Barnes one-shot.

Warnings: None.

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It wasn’t much common on SHIELD to have a week off missions, even less common working in The Avengers. But, instead of questioning how was that happening, the rest of the team and I took advantage to enjoy the free time given into doing our favourite things. It was the sixth day, and I had been able to gain more sleep hours, get a full training to practise on my skills again, and still have time to myself.

It was a nice evening, and I was enjoying a peaceful conversation, sitting in the living room couch with Natasha about one of my childhood traumas.

-So, ¿you hit yourself with the glass door? -she repeated, not being abe to contain her laugh.

-Yeah, but c'mon Nat. I was only 7 years old. I was a child!- you defended yourself.

-How come you didn’t see a big-ass glass door in your way!?- she kept laughing, enjoying this conversation. Steve and Bucky stood across the room, the blonde drawing in a paper, while the dark-haired man read a book. They looked up to the both of you, Steve shushing you.

-Okay, just hear me out. I had broken my mum’s favourite jar, and I panicked! What else could I do!? She gave me that mum look that says “You’re in a deep shit, hun.” So-

-Language. - Steve whispered loudly.

-my first instinct was to turn around and run away from the beast! -you ignored Steve, while Natasha broke into laugh one more time.

-And you still didn’t see the door.-she stated.

-Of course not! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was running towards, I was more worried about losing my ability to walk if my mum’s hands caught me.

You heard a slight chuckle from the soldier, who didn’t took his eyes off the book.

-But did you hurt yourself? -Nat wanted to know.

-Oh, I did hurt myself. I smashed a glass-door into pieces with my head. I had a 3 inch cut bleeding in my forehead. Fortunately, I lived near a hospital, we made it there quickly.-you finished. Nat didn’t laugh at your fact, but she smiled at you warmly, like your mum used to do whenever you’d do something to make her proud.

-Agent Y/L/N, your presence is required by the director Fury, in the meeting room, along with Agent Romanoff and Agent Barnes. - FRIDAY announced out of nowhere.

You looked at Nat, then at Bucky. You just shrugged your shoulders, and got up, walking towards the elevator to take you to the right floor. The whole walk there was made in silence, as it was clearly that Nat was pretty uncomfortable near Bucky, and she wouldn’t aknowledge him if she could avoid it.

-Agents, take your sits. -Nick Fury said, once you all got inside the room. Tony was there too, looking through something on the computer.

-CCTV cameras just registered a suspicious group of man, driving along the same area for two straight hours. It was just an hour ago that they dissapeared from the cameras, walking inside an abandonated buiding, and we registered a technology device highly protected with them. We know they aren’t just any armed robbers, since it happens to be the same place where last month’s mission, in charge of Agent Romanoff, failed due to a system hack trap and we cancelled it. -Fury explained. - Agent Romanoff, your job is to identify the member’s identity, their record and every piece of information that may be relevant to us. But first, there intervines Agent Y/L/N. Your job will be entering the camera system, since the agency wouldn’t allow us to be in their control, and watch every move around the building in the last three ours, get the best visual image of these people and send it to Natasha, she’ll start working on them.

-But you don’t finish there. You localize the device and hack the system anonymously, and record everything they do with it. Agent Hill believes this group may be passing illegal information to an Hydra base about SHIELD agents. You dowload every file, every document you can find on their system, and once done, you’ll install a virus on the device, shutting down their system and making it unuseful to them, deleting everything from their technological record. Finally, make sure you record through the cameras when they walk out of the building.

Fury nodded to you, Natasha standing up leaving, ready to work.

-What do I do, director? -Bucky asked. You waited for Nick’s answer.

-Well, before sending you on outdoors missions, first you’ll get to experience the indoors ones. This is a great opportunity, so you’ll keep Y/L/M in company. Now, don’t waste your time.

[]

Bucky and you went towards the elevator, and you guided him towards one of the laboratories, full of technology supplies.

-Get comfortable, this will take a while. -you smiled towards Bucky, who sat on the chair next to you. You had befrinded with Bucky sometime after he arrived to the tower, helping Steve with his rehabilitation. Bucky wouldn’t show it, but he had gotten attached to your presence, he felt comfortable.

-I don’t mind. I’ll watch with excitement. -he commented, behind you while you started typing on the computers. It took you around 10 minutes to get every camera to work, and prepare yourself to be wary to every screen you had in front of yoursef.

-You know, I could use some of your help. - you stated, smirking. He looked at you confused. - You can also look for any suspicious behaviour on the cameras. And tell me if anything happens.

He nodded, getting closer to the machines. You got up and took your phone, dialing a number.

-Is that going to help you with aything? -Bucky asked, watching every one of your movements.

-This is the most important part of the mission. -you said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

-What are you doing, then? - he asked, curiously.

-Ordering a pizza.

-You what? -he repeated, making you say it again.

-Bucky, we’re gonna be in here for a good 4-5 hours! We need some food. O else I might die in the middle of the process.

[]

-Hey Buck. -you said, while taking a slice of pizza.

-What? -he asked, taking a bite from his slice.

-Let’s talk about something. -you said, resting your feet crossed in the table and resting your laptop in your legs.

-Aren’t you supposed to do a million of things at the same time, like in one simple device? And you want to talk? Shouldn’t you be hacking that system? -he asked, taking his eyes off the cameras.

-Yeah, it’s done. I’m waiting for the documents to download so I can keep going. -you explained, him nodding to let you know that he heard you.

-Have you seen Harry Potter? -you suddenly asked. He smiled, knowing how much of a fun you were.

-Yeah, Steve made me watch the first three movies the other day. They were really coo-

-You watched Harry Potter and you didn’t invite me. How nice of you, Barnes. -you acted offended, making him smile. - At least, you’ll agree that Gryffindor is the best house.

-I think you fit more into Ravenclaw. -he commented. - But yeah, Gryffindor is great.

You put your fist up, signalling for him to hit it with his. He pushed his fist with yours, and tried to hide the huge grin that came to his face, lowering his face.

[]

-Bucky, go to sleep, it’s my mission. I’ll stay looking at the cameras.-you mumbled, feeling your eyes heavy.

-Don’t worry about me, y/n. I’m fine. -he said softly, his voice making you want to fall asleep.

-We’ve been here 4 hours, you must be tired. Get some rest. -you touched his arm, smiling at him while turning to type some stuff at the keyboard, amplyfying an image.

-Wake me up if, you know…-he started. “If I get nightmares” you finished his sentence in your head.

-I will, trust me. Now, get some rest. -you told him, smiling at him, while he positioned himself comfortably in his chair, next to yours.

It was less that 20 minutes, when Buck, started to let painful whimpers and weird sounds. At any other occasion, you would have laughed, but this time was serious. He was having a nightmare. Before it could get worse to the point where he could lose his control, you  decided to wake him up.

Taking his hand in yours, you started tapping on his shoulder, calling his name.

-I said I’d wake you up if you had one of your nightmares…-you whisperd to him, once he opened his eyes, moving his head to look around the room.

-Thank you. -he hold onto your hand tightly, not letting go. - Are you done with this mission?

-No. Those people still have to get out of the room, I’m still looking for any signs in the cameras. -you mumbled, trying to keep your eyes open.

-I think you’re the one that needs to get some rest. Sleep a little bit, I can look at the cameras. -Bucky said. You looked at him unsure, this was your mission, not his. -I’ll wake you up if I see anything happening. -he said softly. You didn’t think twice, and getting closer to him, you rested your head in between his neck and his shoulder, a peaceful feeling heading over you.

[]

Tony entered the room, telling something about the mission being completed and helping him to fix something in his new suit. He stopped talking when someone shushed him agressively, and looking up from his phone, he saw you cuddled up under Bucky’s arm, sleeping like an angel.

-Oh, what do we have in here? -Tony smirked.

-Shut the hell up, Stark, you’ll wake her up. - Bucky warned him, his hand drawing little circles on your tummy.

-Don’t worry, Winter. Wouldn’t want to ruin this moment. -Tony whispered loudly. Bucky noticed a flash out of nowhere, and his first instict was to hide your face with his hand, pulling you closer to him.

-Tony, get out. -he urged, noticing how your body was becoming  counscious again.

-Ugh, okay party-pooper. You’ll thank me for this picture once you’re both living together, reminiscing the memories.- he said.

-That won’t happen.- Bucky pretended that to sound cold, but his voice was soft and quiet. He knew, on the inside, he wanted that to happen.

-Just wait and see.- Tony said. -And you better tell y/n to get to my laboratory once she wakes up. -Tony reminded him before getting out of the room.

Bucky just rolled his eyes, snuggling into you, enjoying the moment.

Milkshakes || Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N : GIF NOT MINE. CREDIT TO WHOEVER MADE IT ALSO , SLIGHT AU BASED OFF THE PROMPT: I tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops.

You sighed and fiddled with the pen in your hand. Part time jobs really did suck but between trying to find an actual job that would make some sort of use of your damn college degree, the coffee shop didn’t seem like the worst part time job. Ofcourse, sometimes it got really annoying, with stupid customers and your boss’ unusually high expectations and at times like this where there wasn’t much to do at all. The opening and closing of the shops door snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see the same guy enter the shop. The guy who came in a fee weeks ago and the poor guy looked so upset and pretty lost so you , feeling bad for him , had left him a napkin with a smiley face scrawled on it and he seemed pretty happy with it. After that it had become a bit of a tradition for him to come over to the shop and you always left him a small note , which never really failed to make him smile widely at you.

You smiled and waved slightly when you saw him approach the counter and he smiled back in response. He studied the menu board hung above the counter and frowned a little.

“I think I’ll take a caramel frappacino today ” He said carefully and you nodded and started to make the drink. He looks a lot better this time, you observed , the first time he had come in his hair was all shaggy and he looked kinda dazed and very confused about what to order. You had helped him out as much as possible with the different kinds of drinks your shop served and now everyday he tried to order something new and he seems a whole lot more confident and less confused today . Physically too he looked better , with his hair looking not so shaggy and much more in control (let’s go with the winter soldier hair because damn).

“So uh how has your day been ? ” he asked nervously , surprising you a little , he had never really tried talking to you before.

“Ah you know the usual , boring ,tiring kinda pathetic ” you shrugged and he nodded smiling slightly . “what about yours ? ” you asked and he smiled.

“About the same as yours , minus the boring ” he said, shrugging too.

“Lucky , here , you don’t get much except boring with extra doses of annoying, anyways I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves, Im (y/n) ” you said , smiling.

 "Bucky “ he answered and you nodded. He glanced out the window for a while and upon seeing something he cursed under his breath.

“What is he doing here?” He mumbled and then looked up at you “hey listen , do you have a restroom i could use ? And uh if that man ” he said , pointing towards a tall guy standing outside with bronze skin and some very badly picked shades on “comes here and asks for me, tell him I was never here.”

You stared at him for a while but nodded eventually and pointed towards the bathroom in your store. Surely the guy Bucky told you about entered the store after five minutes.

“Hey there !” He greeted , squinting at your name tag “(y/n) , Sam Wilson here ” he said, extending a hand toward you which you shook looking at him weirdly “I’ll take an ice latte,” he smiled, “extra sugar please.”

You nodded and started to make his drink.

“So uh (y/n), did you see a guy come in here, um long hair , looks like someone just murdered his Puppy? ” he asked , looking at you intently.

“Um no sorry,” you said, handing him his drink which he took from you , looking kind of let down.

“Damn it ” he mumbled under his breath handing you the money . “ thanks anyways !” He called as he exited the shop. And about ten minutes after his departure, Bucky reappeared from the washroom , smiling at you sheepishly as you raised a questioning eye brow at him.

“Uh what just happened ? ” you asked as he came in front of the counter again.

“Uh I i tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops.” He muttered , smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck “ and that guy was my “friend ” snooping so he could find something to annoy me with probably “. By this time you were smiling widely at him as he kept his gaze aimed at the floor.

“Huh well here’s your drink,” you said and handed him a napkin with it, with your number scrawled on it and of course he looked at the napkin for his daily message and upon seeing what you had written today he gave you the biggest of smiles.

~Circe

My first set of preferences! Hope you like it guys! 


One Direction Preference - wedding series:

Liam: Cake Taste Testing

You had been planning details for the wedding for months now and the day Liam had been looking forward to the most, the cake testing day, was finally upon you. Liam didn’t really know all the work that went into planning a wedding but when you had finally got a wedding planner and mapped out everything that had to be done he was at first overwhelmed, then very excited.

So when he’d found out that cake testing was a real thing he had the planner book one of the best bakeries in London so that he could fully enjoy the experience.

You couldn’t believe you were marrying a child.

He was giddy with excitement all morning and walked hand in hand with you inside the bakery. It was early morning on a Wednesday and they had closed it especially for you both to enjoy the experience. Marrying a celebrity had its perks.

You were given a list; Liam’s eyes widen at all the choices. You giggled to yourself. You had been making a lot of choices about the wedding but you knew today it was going to be all Liam.

You heard Liam ooh and aah at the list, numerously repeating things like “What about this babe?” and “Oh my god that sounds awesome babe we have to try that.”

Liam eventually narrowed the list down to 6. The head baker bought out 6 slices and two small silver forks for each slice and laid them out on the table. Even this was over the top for you, and you had previously been dress shopping at the best bridal shop in London.

You giggled to yourself as you saw Liam enjoy a rather large bite from every slice, but you knew him too well and knew exactly which slice he was going to pick. He pointed to it with his fork and you nodded.

He looked up at the baker and smiled. “The chocolate one’s good.”

You giggled again and kissed his cheek. He was a child but you loved him anyways.

 Louis: Lingerie shopping

Louis couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the event that had just popped up on his calendar this morning. You had recently synced your calendars in order to make it easier to work around planning the wedding and both yours and Louis’s work commitments and this had to have been the best news he had received all week.

Louis didn’t know exactly how much work went into planning a wedding, so he would frequently ask why you had to do this or that. He didn’t mind what you did, it was your special day and he wanted to do everything for you but some things just blew his mind.

This event however blew his mind in a completely different way. He texted you to find out more.

Y/N?”

You saw the little bubble come up on your phone at work. You giggled knowing what it was about.

Yes Lou Lou?” you replied.

You’re going shopping for lingerie at Victoria’s Secret next week for under the wedding dress?”

You chuckled. You could imagine his face. “Yes Louis. I need to wear underwear under the dress.

I just didn’t know that was a thing you did for a wedding.

You giggled to yourself. “Well someone at work suggested it and I thought it was a good idea.

Can I come?

You laughed. You knew he’d ask but you knew he knew the answer.

No way. You’ll have to wait till our wedding night to see it.

Not fair.” He replied. You knew he must have been pouting.

I’ll get something pretty I promise.” You were teasing him now and he knew it.

He decided to tease you back. “Screw pretty. I want sexy. But I’m gonna rip it off anyways so don’t be too picky.

Two could play at this game. “No way. You are not ripping my expensive underwear. I’m going to take it off slowly. Very slowly.

Somehow you knew that would never happen but it was worth a try.

We’ll see.

As it turned out he did rip it off but he bought you a whole new collection of lingerie in your favorite colors and styles so you forgave him.

Harry: Dress shopping

You were marrying the man of your dreams (Liam/Louis/Niall) and the day had finally come for you to go dress shopping. You had been watching reruns of Say Yes to the Dress and looking at every bridal magazine on the market for weeks now, trying to figure out the perfect style for you, and you’d finally get to put all your thoughts together.

Being both your best friend and (Liam/Louis/Niall)’s best friend, Harry had insisted on coming with you to pick the perfect dress. It may have seemed weird to other people that you were bringing a male with you but Harry’s opinion meant everything to you, and you knew he’d be completely honest, unlike some of your girlfriends who would just ooh and ahh at every garment.

So at 11am on a Saturday morning you gave (Liam/Louis/Niall) a passionate kiss goodbye and met Harry outside in a town car, both of you practically buzzing from excitement. Or maybe it was just you buzzing.

As soon as you got to the boutique you were greeted with champagne and then led to the many racks of dresses with your size.  

At first Harry just looked over your shoulder, making faces – both good and bad – but it soon started driving you insane so you suggested he go and look for some dresses too. He knew what you were looking for, and an extra pair of eyes wouldn’t hurt.

After half an hour of searching you picked out 6 dresses.

The first four were ok. You’d liked them on the rack but you weren’t entirely sold on them when you put them on. Each time you would put on a dress you would walk out to the mirror and see Harry’s eyes light up, saying how pretty or how sexy or how cute you looked. But then his most honest comments would come out and you knew that none of them were right.

It was the fifth dress that was the perfect one. As soon as you put it on you looked like a princess, but felt like a queen. It made you feel pretty but powerful and you knew as soon as (Liam/Louis/Niall) saw you walking down the aisle he would swoon.

You were lead out by your assistant to the mirror where Harry was waiting.

Your eyes met his and your faces matched. From his first reaction alone you knew this was the dress.

“Wow,” he said. You walked in front of the mirror and Harry stood behind you, examining both your front and your back. “Y/N you look beautiful.”

You couldn’t believe how shaky his voice was. You looked up at him and that’s when you saw it, actual tears in his eyes. You’d made Harry Styles cry with a wedding dress.

You pulled him into your arms. “Harry don’t cry.”

He laughed. “I’m sorry you just look so beautiful and I’m just so happy for you and (Liam/Louis/Niall). I can’t believe you guys are actually finally getting married.” He stopped for a moment just to look at you again.

“And I just can’t wait until I get to marry someone who I love as much as (Liam/Louis/Niall) loves you,” Harry added.

You took Harry into your arms again. “It’ll happen one day I promise and I’ll be going tux shopping with you and I’ll cry.”

You were both laughing and crying by this point. When you had finally calmed down the assistant stood forward asking you the most important question.

“So this is the dress?”

You looked at Harry and he nodded.

“Yes this is definitely the dress.”

 

Niall: Your wedding day

It was finally your wedding day and you were nervous as hell. No matter what people said to you or what you said to yourself you were shaking. You didn’t really know why. Niall was perfect. You had fallen in love with him three years ago and when he had finally proposed it was one of the happiest moments of your life. You loved him unconditionally, you guys hardly ever fought and he was your best friend. You had got on so well before you got into a relationship that actually being together was such a breeze compared to your past relationships.

You had had your moments though. Hate from the fans, feeling lonely when you needed him most and he wasn’t always there and his sometimes too-positive attitude were the most negative parts of your relationship but you had worked through them.

So why were you so nervous?

At 20 minutes before the service was going to begin Liam came to see you, hearing from your bridesmaids that you were a nervous wreck. You were sitting in the dressing room in the church when you saw his sympathetic face come through the curtain.

“What’s going on love?” he came to sit next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. Liam had been like a rock to you for the past two years, one of your closest best friends so you needed his support right now.

“What am I doing Liam?” you asked looking up at him, tears rimming in your eyes.

“What do you mean love?” he asked. He knew how much you loved Niall so this was so unexpected.

“Am I doing to right thing? I mean what if I’m not a good wife? Niall deserves so much better then me.”

Liam’s face seemed to twist and turn into so much confusion it made you sit up. Even you didn’t know what he was feeling and you knew him better than anyone.

His face turned serious.

“Now you stop that right now,” he started. “Niall loves you more than he has loved anyone in his entire life. The relationship you two have gives he hope that I’ll find someone some day that makes me as happy as you make each other.”

You had begun to cry. He was right.

Liam left a few moments later so you could compose yourself and you were almost ready to walk down the aisle.

It was then that you got a text from Niall.

I know that we aren’t allowed to see each other before the ceremony but I heard you were a little nervous so I wanted to text you. I love you so much and I so excited to make you my wife today. I can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle. I can only imagine how beautiful you are going to look, but I know you’ll look better than I could imagine in my wildest dreams.

I’ll cya soon princess.

You couldn’t help yourself. You had a tear fall down your face and you had a little chuckle. You texted him back.

Yeah cya soon. I’ll be the one in white.

Imagine – Meeting Jensen

Word Count – 1,634

Pairing – Single Jensen x Reader

A/N – Part 4 of Babysitting JJ with Jensen will be up sometime today. J

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It was an early Tuesday morning when you rolled out of bed, sighing and rubbing your tired eyes. You got up and walked downstairs to look for some breakfast, sighing at the sight of nothing being there.

“Damn.”

You got dressed and pulled on your sneakers, brushed your teeth and hair then went out to the store to buy some groceries alone, with no car which meant you had to carry everything back by yourself.

“Of course, it had to be raining.” You grumbled to yourself, looking up at the dark sky with rain drops hitting your face.

You pulled up your hood and kept walking, ignoring the honking sounds of people coming by. By the time you got to the store your shoes were soaking your socks, your jacket was damp along with your hair.

You walked around, looking through things that you needed and you didn’t.

“Do I want cookie dough? Yeah, I want cookie dough.” You thought to yourself, grabbing it after.

You also grabbed a few boxes of pizza, soda, chips, and whatever else you thought you needed. You paid for your things and walked out, frowning while struggling to hold all of the bags by yourself. While you finally almost got ahold of them, looking down at the ground and walking you accidentally walked into someone, knocking everything out of your hands.

“Fucking hell” You growled, looking at all your things laying on the damp gravel.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and I -!” the man said nervously, helping you pick up your bags.

“Nah don’t be sorry, I was the one not looking.”

“You really like pizza” He chuckled, looking at all the pizza boxes on the ground.

“Who doesn’t like pizza?”

“Aliens, and if someone tells ya they don’t like pizza, then they’re an undercover alien.”

“Undercover alien?” You laughed, placing all the pizza back in your bags while he helped.

“Totally!”

“You know, your voice sounds really familiar –“ you cut yourself off, looking up at the man for the first time.

“Oh! You’re Jensen Ackles! I feel so stupid now.” You laughed, shaking your head.

He looked up at you for the first time and was star struck at your beauty. He didn’t say anything and just stared in amazement with a smile. Was the Jensen Ackles really smiling at you?

“Um…Um, sorry. What did you say?” He blushed.

“You’re Jensen Ackles, right? I’ve seen some of your movies.” He nodded.

“Oh yeah, right, yes, of course!”

“You’re a really good actor, you deserve an Oscar man! Not to mention you’re adorable as hell…I mean, shit. Sorry, I’m awkward.”

“Psh, you’re the awkward one? I’m the one who just knocked a beautiful girls groceries out of her hands! In the rain!” He snorted, making you blush at the compliment.

“Hey, let’s just call it as a blessing okay?” You winked, nearly killing him from cuteness.

“Um, well my ice cream is going to melt I should get home.”

“Oh right, yeah.” He said in disappointment, not wanting your conversation to end.

“Where’s your car I can walk ya to it”

“I walked.” He looked at you like you just spoke another language.

“You walked in this weather? What the hell you’re going to get sick”

“Whelp, I’m to broke to pay for my car right now so unless you have any flying tips this was the only choice I had.”

He frowned and gave you a hug while you gave one back, smiling against his shoulder as he held tighter. He felt warm, even in this rainy weather and he felt safe.

“I can drive ya home If you want?”

“We just met, you could be an axe murderer”

“So could you, but I’m taking the chance.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

-

The ride home was full of talking and getting to know each other along with classic rock on the radio. He told you about his work on Supernatural, about his family, friends, and work in movies. You were surprised at how sweet and welcoming he was. You finally arrived home, worrying at what he thought of your tiny apartment since he probably had a huge mansion.

“I know my place might seem lame, I’m sorry.” He looked at you with confusion.

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“I mean, you must live in a mansion. My apartment compared to that is like…I don’t know just dog shit.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, giving it a small squeeze and a smirk of reinsurance.

“I think your apartment is cool as fuck.”

“You’re just saying that, but thank you.”

“Why are you so hard on yourself?” he asked with concern.

“I just think you’re really popular and famous but you’re talking to a random girl like me, why?”

“Cause you’re a sweet, adorable person. I literally just met you and I already like you a lot. Just cause I’m ‘famous’ doesn’t mean I don’t like people who ‘aren’t’.” You nodded as he got out of the car, opening the door and taking your hand after.

“Always try your best to be kind to yourself, treat yourself and be your own friend. Eat all the damn pizza you want in the world and be happy with yourself, life is to short to be hard on yourself.”

He helped you carry your bags in and helped put the things away, looking around every room with a smile. He went into your living room and smiled at the picture of you and your family.

“Cute family, is that you?” he pointed to the little girl in the pic.

“Yeah, that had to be like 2004.”

“Adorable then, adorable now.”

-4 months later-

It’s been four months since you met the adorable Jensen Ackles. You both hung out any time you could, talked all day everyday other than the times he was filming of course. He’d even call you every night to say goodnight, never missing a night no matter how busy he was.

You were lying on the couch watching your favorite show on Netflix when you heard your phone vibrate with a text coming up on the screen. The contact name “Jensen” with a pizza emoji next to his name popped up, making you smile.

Jensen – Hey y/n, can I come over for a little bit?

You – Sure, everything okay?

Jensen – Yeah, we just kind of need to talk about things. I’ll be there in about 20 minutes.

Your heart was pounding. Was something wrong? Did you do something? Was he sick? Hurt? Upset? All these thoughts running through your head, making you panic. After about the longest 20 minutes ever you heard a knock at your door, running up to open it nearly tripping over some shoes on the way.

“Hey y/n/n (your nick name)”

“Jensen, is everything okay? What’s wrong? Are you sick? Hurt? Sad? Are the boys okay? Are YOU okay?”

He didn’t answer and just planted his lips softly on yours, catching you out of nowhere. After a few seconds of being froze and stunned you finally kissed back, feeling him smile against your lips. He pulled you in by the waist and held you as tight and long as he could while you rested your one hand on his cheek and the other on his neck.

“You worry to damn much.” He smirked, making you smirk too.

“What was that? Not that I didn’t mind, of course.”

“I like you, a lot. I’ve liked you since the day I accidentally knocked those groceries out of your arms. You made me speechless when I first saw you and you still do to this day. You’re sweet, adorable, smart, hilarious, kind, sexy and so much more that I could go on but it’d take hours! I’m not good on this mushy stuff, I kind of get that from Dean but just know I like you a lot, and I need to know you like me too, y/n. Please like me too.”

You walked up to him and kissed him again, pulling away after a minute or two.

“Of course I like you too, are you blind?”

“I could ask you the same thing, hun.” Your heart melted at the name.

“Is this what the text was about?” He nodded with a dorkyish smile.

“Damn it Jensen I was worrying the whole time, you asshole.” You joked, punching him in the shoulder playfully.

“Hey how’d you think I felt? I was the one who had to tell ya all of this. But it’s okay, I’m glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did too.”

-

You both were laying on the couch in each other’s arms watching Game Of Thrones while eating cookie dough. You were laying in his lap while he rested his chin on top of your head along with his arms around your waist, never letting you go.

“So made you decide to tell me?” You asked, catching his attention.

“Couldn’t wait anymore, I had to make you mine it was killing me babe.”

The way he said babe kept running through your head, making your smile never leave your face.

“That’s if, you will be mine? Be my girl?”

You leaned your head back and against his neck, kissing it softly with a small nod and quiet yes.

“Yess!” He said to himself, making you laugh slightly against his chest.

“Remember how you said “let’s just call this a blessing” that day at the store in the rain?” you nodded.

“Well, it was a blessing cause it led it to me having the best girl in the world.”

HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS

      This year is nearing its end, but just remember, as one (crappy) door shuts, another one (hopefully better) opens, paving the way to new opportunities whilst saying goodbye to the old. Take the time to reflect on yourself and how far you have progressed this year, know that you will go even further in those upcoming. Spend time with family, and friends, be thankful for those who are still around. Spread joy, and cheer. Forgive (do not forget.), forward yourself. As cliche as it sounds, it’s going to be your year. 

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Au meeting my boss for the first time. 

She was exhausted. She has never thought that her first day at QC will end up with her leaving at 9 pm. Wasn’t she being the employee of the month?

And to top everything her stomach growled loudly because she has forgotten to eat lunch and it was so late all she dreamt about what bed but she was also hungry…talk about great conflict.

Felicity got out of the elevator and made her way straight ahead knowing the only people here would be the security.

She had to catch a cab and she hoped it wouldn’t be a problem.

Her mini was still in Las Vegas. 

She was thinking between going straight home and forgetting about the hunger or grabbing something on her way home.

She was out of her thoughts when she collide with something really hard.

She looked up and gasped.

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