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Happy Accidents (reader x Bucky) [AH pt 10(End)]

Characters: reader x Bucky, Sam, Steve, Nat, Tony, Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: Reader stays home from a mission and Bucky returns with unexpected news that could change your life together forever. 

Warnings: lil angst, mostly fluff. Mentions of illness and possible pregnancy. 

Word Count: 4k. (last part, I needed all the words! )

A/N: Well, this is it!! The last part. It’s been a long time coming and I’m sorry about the wait, but I hope it’s worth it! This series was my baby. Part 1 was my first fic written and posted EVER. Thank you all for sticking around and supporting me and this series! Please let me know what you think! :)

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“There really is no one like you, Y/N. It’s good to be home.”

Now that Bucky was back, the tower felt like home again to you, too.


One Year Later

“I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Bucky. I feel fine!! I’ve been fine all morning. I am going on this mission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but your determined expression stopped him, throwing his hands up in surrender.

You smiled victoriously, gathering the last of your gear and tugging the zipper closed on your duffel. The both of you already wore your combat gear, ready to board the Quinjet that was leaving in 10 minutes. Steve had interrupted breakfast saying there was a last minute mission so you and Bucky, along with Bruce, Clint, and Steve were heading out as soon as possible. Steve protested your joining the mission, too, which annoyed you. What was up with that?

One last scan around the room to make sure you had gathered everything, you met Bucky’s eyes.

“You ready, babe?” you asked him.

“Yup. How ‘bout you, doll?”

You paused, holding up one finger before you bolted for the bathroom and lost your breakfast. Aw, crap.

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On The Door Step - part 2

 Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue     part 1

Warnings: Season 11 spoilers, cursing, violence (I think that’s it)

Words: 1,850

A/N: Just wanted to thank you all so much! I have been in a dark place for the longest time, and knowing that there are you guys who like this story has made me unbelievably happy. I’m not going to bore y’all with details, so here’s the second part. Also, I tried finding the types of motorcycles that are in the Men of Letters bunker, but I could not. If you know, could you tell me? Thank you and enjoy! (tags are at the bottom).

(Y/B/M) = your birth month

A week.

It’s been a full seven days since my last outburst at school. A hundred-sixty-eight hours and counting, and all I can feel is jitters. I. Can’t. Sit. Still.

My leg bounces uncontrollably under the table while my fingers drum on the tabletop. I try to focus on the paper due for my Forensic Science class, but my mind keeps moving on to other things. More important things than summarizing a forensic fiction novel.

My fingers thread through my hair before I push away from my desk and scurry into the hallway. I need some air.

“Cas!” Dean shouts, his voice carrying and bouncing off the tiled walls. I run towards the room in which the voice originates from, finding Sam and Dean hovering over Cas’s twitching body in the library.

“What’s going on?” I question, adrenaline pouring into my veins making my shaky hands worse. “What’s wrong with Cas?”

“(Y/N), stay back,” Sam softly commands, slightly pushing me back towards the table. “Go get water.”

“This is part of what Rowena did, isn’t it?” I try to take a step forward, but Dean stops me.

“Go get some water,” Dean demands before turning his attention back to his friend. I glare at the back of their heads before hurrying to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. When I return Castiel is back in his chair, sweating even more than before, and Dean takes the glass from me and sets in on the table before instructing me to go back and finish my homework.

My hands ball into fists and my teeth grip the inside of my cheeks. Don’t do it. “Is Castiel okay?” I force out, trying to even my breaths. “He’s my friend too.”

“I’m okay, (Y/N),” Castiel interrupts Dean from giving me another order. I push past Dean, picking up the glass of water and handing it to Cas. He most certainly not okay.

Dean takes a seat across from Sam while his fingers tap on the keyboard like there’s no tomorrow. Most likely looking for a case or something that revolves around their current struggle. They try to keep me away from the stuff they hunt and the struggles they have, but I still hear them talking. This time around, they’re battling The Darkness.

From what I’ve heard, this is going to be even worse than either apocalypse.

I sit in the chair next to Castiel, examining him closely as I try to figure out what the hell Rowena did. Even though I never met her, I know she’s a witch and what she vaguely looks like, all thanks to Charlie.

“Listen to this, maybe something here,” Sam says, drawing my attention away from Castiel. Sam’s eyes are on the screen of his laptop as he continues, “Uh, in Denver, three women were at this Cafe Elta, when their waiter- for no apparent reason- stabbed and killed one; one survived and the third vanished after furniture seemed to slide around by itself.” Sam scoffs at the article before glancing to Dean asking, “What do ya think?”

Dean doesn’t answer him, but simply pulls out his phone, calling the local police station. 

I jump from my seat as Sam stands from his. “I wanna come.” I blurt, standing tall in my spot and narrowing my eyes at them. “I want to help.”

“No, (Y/N).” Sam doesn’t even take a moment to think about it and I glare at him for it.

“Why not? I’m going to be 18 in (Y/B/M). And don’t give me that “it’s for your own good” bullshit.”

“You have school tomorrow.”

“Let me skip school, you two did it all the time growing up.” I point out, stepping closer to Sam while he gathers his computer and books. “I want to help save Cas.”

“We don’t want you growing up like us,” Sam says softly, trying to stay quiet so the officer on the phone with Dean can’t hear us. “We’re trapped in this life, you’re not.” He walks away, heading towards his room so he can pack for the trip. I cross my arms, looking to Dean and readying myself to continue the argument with him, but he collects his things and leaves the library with the phone tucked between his shoulder and cheek.

Huffing, I crumble into the chair Sam was sitting in, burying my face in my arms.

I don’t wanna have to worry about their safety. I can’t keep doing it.

“I’m not going with them,” Cas coughs and I lift my head to look at him. “You won’t be alone again.”

I smile weakly at him.

“Let me go with you, please?” I plead, adjusting my bag straps on my shoulder. I pout, hoping I can work my puppy eyes on Dean and Sam, but Dean just smirks at my attempt. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a tight hug, giving me a kiss on the top of my head. 

“Be good, okay?” Sam says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders once Dean had let go. “Don’t get expelled while we’re gone.”

“Okay,” I bury my face in his chest, wrapping my arms around his middle. “Promise you’ll make it back?”

“This is a milk run,” Dean smiles. “We’ll be back before you know it.”

That’s what Sam said last time.

I nod, weakly smiling as I step away from the Impala, watching as the two giants tuck themselves in the front seat. They wave good-bye before Dean hits the gas peddle and speeds off down the road. Once I can no longer see the car, I pick up my helmet and head back into the garage. I push out my 1932 Harley Davidson Flathead before shutting the doors behind me. It’s technically not mine, but it was left here by the previous Men of Letters and since no one was using it, I had Dean help me fix her up.

Securing my bag on my shoulders and making sure my helmet is on properly, I start the engine and it roars to life. The journey from the bunker to Lebanon High School on a map seems very long, but in reality, it’s too short for my liking.

I like school, but I don’t like the people there.

I park in the first spot that I can find and tuck my helmet under my arm as I make my way to the front entrance, watching from afar all the kids that pile in. We’re a small town, not many children my age… not many people actually. About 400 people actually.

Scurrying to my first class, I tuck myself behind my desk and place my book bag on the floor near my feet. I start to day dream, wondering what kind of things my brothers are doing at the moment.

Why can’t I help them? I’m not wanted at this school.

I watch as the room fills with blabbering teenagers, squirming a little in my seat as they glare at me. They know I’m an outsider. They know that my brothers and I have only been here a couple of years. And I feel like they know everything about me.

The school day drags on, and all I want to do is go home and spend my weekend watching movies with Castiel and try so desperately to not focus on the fact my brothers could be hurt as I’m sitting here in a cafeteria munching on Lays chips and observing the behaviors of my fellow classmates.

“Do you have to stare?” A girl sitting at the table across from mine questions, flipping her long brunet hair over her shoulder and glaring at me. “Do you think you’re better than us or something?”

I raise a brow at her, ready to bite back. However, I think better of it and choose to stuff another chip in my mouth.

“What? Not even going to answer her?” The blond guy sitting next to the brunet snaps back. “You’re right, Karen, she thinks she’s better than us.”

“Well you’re not,” the brunet, Karen, hisses, swiveling in her chair to face me. “Your family is poor and useless. Your brothers are nothing but alcoholics in line to die from liver cancer.” She spits and I clench my fists under the table. My body screams for me to lock my fist with her jaw and connect my foot with the blond’s crotch, but I can’t.

My brothers will be pissed.

“You and your brothers are filthy and don’t belong here.” Karen continues and I hold on tight, fighting back the words I want to say, the actions I wish to take. I have to force myself to imaging I’m breaking the mirror in my bathroom, the mirrors in the bunker while chanting, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t-

“Aah!” I glance up from my lap, watching as the window panes break apart and fall on top of the teens closest to them. The kids wearing glasses toss them off their face, the glass in the lenses breaking and cutting their cheeks. The students scream, running for cover under the balcony, protecting them from the raining mirror shards that fall from the roof.

I gasp, ducking out of the way and hiding under the table. My eyes connect with Karen’s before they fall to her arm that’s sliced open from the glass. I wince, pulling away from the break in the table where a few fragments slipped through and stuck to my shoulder.

The glass stops falling, leaving the cafeteria floor sparkling like a child recklessly tossed glitter while they were pretending to be a fairy. A teacher makes his way to aid Karen’s wound and another teacher begins to sweep a path to my table. She offers her hand to pull me out, but I’m too stunned to take it.

I did this. The ceiling was never mirrored. I did this.

“(Y/N), C’mon,” the teacher says, and I pull my eyes away from the mirror fragments. I can’t bring myself to take her hand as the burning from the open wounds in my shoulder scream at me.

I did this.

What’s wrong with me?

“We need to clean your shoulder, come out.” The teacher demands, and I feel tears slip out of my eyes. She takes it as a sign of my pain and assures me everything will be okay. But these tears are not due to the pain in my shoulder, they’re because I’m scared.

It’s not going to be okay. If Sam and Dean find out what I did, they’ll hate me. They’ll push me away. They’ll kick me out.

They’ll leave me.

The teacher grabs my hand, having enough, and pulls me out from under the table. She helps me to my feet and walks me to the nurses office while I sort through my thoughts, trying to plan what to tell them if they find out what happened. They’ll defiantly find out, but what if they think it’s not me. That’s possible right?

I don’t want them to leave me.

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Star of the Show- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by antoinebibeau

You smiled and took the nights’ final bow with the rest of the cast as the audience cheered before waving goodbye as the curtains closed.

“Great show everyone!” you heard the director call. “Time to head home! Everyone have a good night and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You grinned and hurried offstage, taking the red scrunchie out of your wig and going to the dressing rooms. Your musical debut was done and Veronica Sawyer had saved the school from her boyfriend once more. “Great job out there guys!”

“You too, (Y/N)!” Megan, the girl who played Heather Chandler, noted.”I’m seriously impressed. You were a natural out there. I guess all the rehearsals and tech week paid off for all of us.”

“I guess so.”

“And you seriously played the drama well,” Katie- the company’s Heather McNamara- said, “and- not going to lie- Dead Girl Walking got me turned on a little bit.”

Piper, who played Martha, snickered and chimed in. “You and everyone else. Let’s be realists here.”

“Well, it is a song about sex.”

Sam- who played Heather Duke- spoke up. “I still think it was enough to get Eric turned on, though. And he’s not into girls.”

You shrugged. “Well, maybe he was picturing it as Jonathan Groff or Aaron Tveit or someone instead of me.”

“How’d you guess?” you heard on the other side of the door, causing the room to erupt in laughter. He must’ve been walking by at the perfect timing.

“Lucky guess.”

You continued to dress down into your jeans, blouse, and jacket, and swapping your heels for sneakers and putting your costume back on the hanger to put away. You just finished combing your hair back out after taking the bald cap and wig off to put away when you heard a knock and a voice on the other side you recognized to be Alan, the guy who played Ram.

“Hey, (Y/N), there’s a couple of guys here who wants to meet the cast. Some celebrities it seems. Can’t do that without you.” he said. “One of them’s a looker, too. Your type. Just saying.”

You blushed. “What?”

Katie smiled. “Everyone good? No one’s naked. Good. Let’s go.”

“Wait, is this normal?”

“Oh don’t worry.” Piper said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to be fine. It’s not common, but it’s not uncommon either. Whenever celebs come to see the show, sometimes they want to go back and congratulate us in person. That’s how I met the Obamas that one time.”

You went out with the other girls to see the other cast members and your male co-stars talking with three big guys. One who was blonde and the other two were brunet. The blonde and the taller of the brunets has long-ish straight hair and the other had curls. Speaking of the other one, he must have been the one Adam talked about.

He was tall, but not lanky and he had a nice jawline and great cheekbones, too. His eyes were bright as he spoke with Eric and Jane, who played Ms. Fleming, probably congratulating them on how well they did when Eric turned his head.

“Ah and here’s our little starlets.” he smiled. “Gents, these are the Heathers, Martha, and our Veronica, fresh from her debut. Or, as we like to call them, Katie, Sam, Megan, Piper, and (Y/N). Girls, these are Nicklas, Tom, and Andre. They play here for the Capitals. It’s ice hockey.”

Megan joked. “Of course you know, Eric. You’re from Toronto.”

He scoffed and put a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Hey! Hockey loving is a Canadian stereotype that I am proud to uphold.”

The three Heathers and Piper went over to talk to them with the rest of the cast as you stayed behind. Surprisingly, for an actress with the lead role, you were ridiculously shy. Anyone other than someone you’re really familiar with and you’re as shut in as a clam. You opened up to Twitter and scrolled through social media absentmindedly.


You yelped and nearly dropped your phone in fright due to the sudden voice. You turned your head to find you face to face with a pair of warm brown eyes.

“You’re a sneaky one, aren’t you? I barely noticed you over here.” he smiled, backing away so you could see him better. It was the one Adam was talking about. The curly-haired man from before.

You blushed “Uh h-hi.”

“Hi. Sorry for being rude. Just… couldn’t help but notice you alone here. I’m Andre.”

You took the hand he held out and shook it. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you Andre.”

“(Y/N)? That’s really pretty… Wait. You’re Veronica!”

You blushed and nodded. “Uh yeah. That’s me.”

“Wow! You were great! Really, I mean that.” he gushed. “You were… God it was so awesome! Congrats on the great show. It’s unlike any other show I’ve seen. It’s so… funny. Like an SNL skit but 20 times longer and darker. But the music was great and the jokes were funny.”

You were red at this point and couldn’t help but smile at him. He was just too damn cute. Like the human embodiment of 20 puppies stacked up in a trench coat. “Oh thank you! That actually really means a lot. It was my debut tonight, after all. That really means a lot to me. Thank you for coming.”

“Whoa, that was your debut? Like your first time?”

You nodded. “Professionally, yeah.”

“Wow.” he marveled. “That’s something else. Really.”

“Thanks.” you said. “Sorry if I’m awkward. I’m kinda shy.”

“It’s okay. Promise.”

“Yeah?” you smiled. “You wanna get a picture?”

He grinned. “That’d be awesome, actually. Thank you.”

You tapped Megan on the shoulder and asked her to take the pic. She took Andre’s phone and had you two stand close together and grin.

“Alright! Say Heathers!”

You stood still until she put the phone down and gave a thumbs up. “You’re good.”

“Thank you.” you said in unison with him before peering over at the phone to see them. “Awww they’re so nice!”

He smiled. “Yeah… Do you want me to send them to you?”

You blushed. “Are you asking me for my number?”

“And if I am?”

You smirked. “If so, just don’t be a stranger and maybe use it for something besides sending the pictures.”

He grinned. “I see you’ve found some confidence.”

“A bit. You’re just really easy to talk to.” you said, taking his phone and putting yourself into a new contact slot and entering your number, using one of the pictures as the saver. “There you go.”

“Thanks.” He replied, taking it back and hearing his friend call him. “I should go. Thank you.”

“No problem. Thank you so much for coming.”

‘It was my pleasure.” he grinned. “I’ll text you. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Andre.”

The Lucky One Pt 4

Characters: reader, Marjorie (reader’s mom), Bucky (James), OC Kevin Jenkins, OC Caleb, mention of a certain other Avenger.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: a little angst, SO MUCH FLUFF, ex being a jerk. Super light violence? Maybe? Tiny cliffhanger. 

Word Count: 3.7k (this one got away from me, but you’ll see why :D )

A/N: Eee!! So excited about this part! Originally for Stark Tower’s Movie Challenge, which has ended, but I’m continuing on my own just for fun. I chose the movie “The Lucky One” and I’m really excited about it! Please let me know your thoughts, whether you’ve see the movie or not, I appreciate your feedback!! :)

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Originally posted by snowfox934


“I don’t know much about my family. They’ve been gone for a while.”

Feeling a tug at your heart, you felt badly for bringing it up. “I’m sorry.”

He put on a brave smile, meeting your eyes. “It happens. Thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night,” you replied, offering a smile in return. You watched his figure retreat into the dark and then closed the door behind you. It was only after he was gone that you realized tomorrow was Sunday and his day off. Would he actually show up and refuse a day free from work again? You couldn’t allow that. There were labor laws, after all. And yet…part of you hoped to see him sooner than Monday. Knowing him only a few weeks, the man was still a mystery, but each clue given had you aching for more.  


The morning sun rose crisp and clear on Sunday, your ears tuned to any outdoor noises. Unexpected disappointment creeped into your mind to find silence. You had become accustomed to the early sounds of James sawing, hammering, or tossing bales of hay onto the ground outside the stables this early. You weren’t really surprised, given that it was Sunday, but the promised words of “See you in the morning” echoed in your mind from last night.

Shaking off this odd feeling, you climbed out of bed and pulled on a cozy sweater before descending the stairs toward the kitchen. Soon you had pancakes on the griddle and all the other breakfast fixin’s on the table. The delicious smells roused the rest of the house, soon hearing your mother’s shuffling feet along with the frantic scamper of your energetic boy approaching.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write something about Stuckony with a sick!Tony? I will love you forever <3

Stuckony with sick!Tony! :) Hope you like it! Keep an eye out for under the cut!

Steve and Bucky were ashamed of how long it took them to realize that Tony was sick. The morning had started out so normal, though! Steve and Bucky had gotten up for their run, kissed Tony goodbye, and then left. They’d brought back bagels and Tony was still in bed, which wasn’t abnormal, so they’d brewed some coffee and made some bacon to try and lure him out. When that didn’t work, they went to snuggle him aggressively.

Tony woke up just long enough for hugs, kisses, and bacon, then fell right back to sleep. They chalked it up to a late night in the workshop and merrily went on their ways to watch some Bonanza. When lunch time came, they made sandwiches and went to coax Tony awake again, because he wouldn’t sleep through the night if they let him sleep any longer. Bucky leaned in to press a kiss to the brunet’s forehead.

And then Tony sneezed directly into his face.

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I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Up Again)

For @kiriei​ who send me a great list of beach prompts, so this happened. 


“You sure you’re ok?” the blond asks, and Bucky really appreciates the fact that the guy isn’t laughing, considering his friend can’t seem to help snickering at Sam’s outrageous display.

“I’m fine,” Bucky huffs with a smirk. “Pride’s a little bruised, and I’m guessing I look like a fuckin’ drowned rat, but no permanent damage.”

A slow- and frankly, evil- smile makes its way across the blond’s lips. There’s a flicker of uncertainty in those blue eyes, but it’s replaced with a nearly-predatory look that gives Bucky goosebumps.

“Shame,” the other man teases Bucky. “I’m pretty good at kissin’ things better.”

In which Bucky Barnes is a show off at the beach and pays the price.

You can also read the fic here.

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Y es que a veces siento que ya te conocía, casi como si hubiera sido mas un reencuentro que una presentación. Tal vez nuestros ojos ya se había visto, y nuestros labios ya se habían tocado. Tal vez ya había sentido tus manos en mis caderas; tal vez nuestras almas eran viejas amigas.

The State Of San Andreas 1/??

Title: The State of San Andreas
Chapter Pairing: Michael x (his) Reader 
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,293
Summary: Los Santos is a playground for gangs, full of illicit activities, people ready to stab you in the face for personal gain, and idealistic people who pretend these things aren’t going on in their own backyards. The Fake AH Crew is the new gang on the block, but they’ve quickly risen to power so that the whole state of San Andreas is afraid they’ll be next. Six members, each with their own skills and abilities wreck havoc whenever there’s something in it for them, and nothing seems to be able to stop two people from the wrong side of town, a madman, a rogue officer of the LSPD, a car buff and a video game enthusiast. They are not to be fucked with, but that doesn’t stop people from trying.  
A/N: And we’re back! We’re trying to get a couple sections done before we post regularly, but this is for being so great about waiting! Also if you haven’t read the prologue yet, highly recommend you do because it explains a lot! 

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Pairing: Sam x Reader, Unrequited Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, OC’s

Written: i4z-0892-imagines

Word count: 2,679

Warnings: Swearing, Stalking

A/N: I plan on turning this into a short series, just an idea I’ve had rolling around in my head for a while, I’ve got a few “chapters” if you will already typed up that I’ll be posting. I hope you guys enjoy, I’m looking forward to some feedback, if you’re into it!

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There's always room for Sasuke's sausage, a naruto fanfic | FanFiction

I… I can’t explain myself, my muse been doing some heavy shit, man. *covers eyes* Oh, and it’s a 100% legit Sasunaru AU, Sauce tops. I hope I did a good job on this one.

Please read, review, reblog if you like it :D


Uchiha Sasuke, twenty-two years old, business graduate, an entire foot taller but much less enthusiastic grandson of Uchiha Madara, currently running the Uchiha Wieners fast-food stand in one of Kobe’s food courts.

Sasuke grit his teeth in fury as he saw the three young men coming his way from the movie theater, led by a stupid-looking blond.

“Damn Naruto, we already had dinner, let’s just go in already!” A long-haired brunet argued.

“No way, there’s” the blond started,

“Always room for Sasuke’s sausage,” the other two chorused him with bored voices.

“Yep, so lemme get filled up a sec, we ain’t gonna miss the movie, I promise,” and cue in the idiotic grin aimed at the scowling Uchiha.

“Naruto,” Sasuke growled, the displeasure in his face evident as he approached the counter.

Uzumaki Naruto, twenty-one years old, public relations major at the local college, six feet three inches tall, half-albino blond, blue-eyed, village idiot and the bane of poor Sasuke’s existence for the last ten years, bent over the counter and winked blue eyes at him. “I would like a plain foot-long with extra mayo, please,” he asked in a husky voice.

Sasuke took a long, deep breath and quietly filled the order, trying not to crack his own teeth from the tension in his jaws.

“Six hundred yen*,” he announced, and Naruto paid him, pushing the meat out the front of the bread before licking the mayonnaise off the tip. “So good, Sasuke,” he moaned, and bit the tip off, his two companions – the long haired brunet and a black haired anemic-looking guy – rolling their eyes upward.

“Let’s go, dickless,” the anemic dude said, pulling the eyesore away.

anonymous asked:

would u consider doing a prompt from me? Steve telling Tony they need to talk so Tony is really scared and nervous. Steve sits him down and starts his speech with "I met someone" and Tony completly freezes, panics and his world crashes down, he feels like he is going to throw up because of the anxiety, and he is sure Steve is leaving him. He doesn't even register anything he said after those 3 words. Clue: Steve wanted to say that he met someone who could rent them a beach house for vacation.

Welp, Anon, this got kinda out of hand- It’s almost 2k words, but I hope I managed to write what you imagined!

Thanks for the prompt and enjoy reading it<3

The thing is, Steve is too good for him.

It’s a fact Tony is well aware of and it amazes him that even after six months of dating, Steve still seems to actually want to be with him. Which is surprising enough, really, but Tony also shamelessly enjoys it. He has grown up with little warmth and affection directed towards him, and Steve gives it so willingly that he soaks it up like a sponge.

Every touch, every kiss is pure bliss for him. He savours the moments where he can curl up against Steve and stay close to him, relishing the proximity.

He especially loves when they go to bed together and Tony can put his head on Steve’s chest. To hear his lover’s strong, steady heartbeat is more soothing than anything else and it always gets him to fall asleep in seconds.

But as happy as Tony is, there’s also always underlying fear.

Steve stays with him, even tells him loves him, but it’s hard for Tony to believe him. Not that he doubts Steve’s feelings, God no! But generally people rarely stay with him, so the brunet can’t make the creeping fear disappear that one day, Steve will no longer want him, will no longer be willed to put up with all his flaws.

It’s enough sometimes to wake him up in the middle of the night. When it happens, Tony finds himself staring at Steve, sleeping so peacefully by his side, and he’s always amazed that Steve is still here, still with him.

While it’s reassuring to be able to lie back down and curl into Steve’s arms… Tony never can’t make the voice in his disappear that tells him it’s only a matter of time until Steve will find someone better than him.

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Happy Christmas Master.

Sloane bounded through the castle corridor, pleased with his day’s work.  He’d just bribed the kitchen help in exchange for a treat that he was sure would make Master Nolan happy.  And while the human wasn’t sure how Christmas was celebrated in Krov, he was sure he could bring his only little flare.  He’d made a few gifts, kept a few people in mind over the past month and now it was time to start leaving the presents for their respective people.  With his long brunet hair bounding behind him, Sloane quickly moved back into Nolan’s suite, turning to close the door as silently as possible.  He found a box around the castle that looked perfect for holding chocolates.  The bottom was shallow enough, it was clean and it was very-much unused.  Taking the black box, Sloane began to delicately line the chocolates together.  He had to admit, they looked delicious.  If he hadn’t just been in the kitchens bartering blow jobs for a batch of them, he would’ve never known there was actual blood filling in the center.  Yes, Sloane was sure this would make his Master very pleased.


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Unexpected visitor || divergentdestinies

Zach had spent most of his morning getting ready for his beach excursion. His father had went out to spend the day with his brother. Dylan was out surfing and Aaron was at work. So Zach was all on his own for a bit. The male decided then that he wanted to spend the whole day at the beach, not surfing or anything, just down there. The teen knew just the place too.

The brunet packet his back pack with his lunch and a book or too. It gave him some more things to do while he was down there. The male checked his phone for the time before heading out, locking the door behind him.

The walk was a bit long but the brunet didn’t mind, it was nice and all of it was ocean view so that was a huge plus. After a while Zach had made it passed all the houses, it was now just beach, him and the open ocean. Some more walking though, and there was the cliffs he was looking for. It was only really accessible when the tide was out, which was why he chose to come now. The male fixed the bag on his back and started to make his way in.

What Zach wasn’t expecting when he got to clearing was to see someone else. That’d never happened before. Sure he was only in Australia a few times every year but he didn’t think anyone else knew about this place. “Uh, hey!” The male called, as he began to walk toward the other, didn’t hurt to be friendly.

Natalie Dormer, who will play Cressida in Mockingjay Parts 1 & 2, has just been named one of Los Angeles Times’ “Faces to Watch in 2014.”

“It’s such a departure for me,” Dormer said, speaking on the telephone from Britain about Mockingjay. “At the moment, people think of me in long skirts, with long brunet hair, so [it’s a change] to be running around in combat trousers and flat army boots.”

Durincest Mini-fiction ~ art

I managed to get something done for this weeks prompt “art” of the durincest-appreciation blog :D Check it out and spread the love for this pairing :D


Kíli stands in front of the painting for what feels like hours, staring at it to take every little detail in. It touches something inside him and he just can’t bring himself to look away.

He’s only at this gallery opening because Tauriel dragged him there with the promise of free food and drinks. She’s off somewhere now, talking to Legolas for sure and being all supportive over his art. Boring landscapes, mostly. Nothing Kíli would be interested in.

He never liked museums or art galleries much, not even as a kid. It’s the same stuff everywhere, collecting dust on walls and in the centre of rooms for people to gush over and pretend they understand what the artist wants to tell them while said artist stands in the corner and laughs himself silly. Or laughs in his grave in case of the dead ones.

But this painting is different. It’s the first time Kíli really feels that pull of beauty some people talk about when they talk about art. It’s a town build on water, set on fire. The flames are so real, it’s like standing in the middle of that town, watching it burn to dust. It touches something inside Kíli like a long forgotten dream.

The brunet shivers.

“Do you like it?” a voice behind Kíli asks and the brunet whips around, looking at the blond that stands there with wide eyes.

“I didn’t want to scare you.” A shy smile spreads on the blond man’s lips and he holds up his hands like he wants to underline his words. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Kíli says, blinking a few times to make sure he sees right and that gorgeous blond isn’t something he’s just imagining. “I was just looking.”

“I saw that.” The blond smiles and something tugs inside Kíli, just like the painting did before. “Do you like it?”

Kíli nods and turns back towards the painting, a bit reluctant to look away from the blond. The painting is just as stunning and real as it was moments before, trying to pull Kíli pack into its magic. “It’s great. It’s like being there.”

“Thank you,” the blond says with a smile that makes his blue eyes shine. Kíli’s eyes widen again.

“It’s yours? You did that?”

The blond laughs at Kíli’s shocked expression and nods before holding out his hand for the brunet to take. “I’m Fíli. Philip, but most people call me Fíli.”

A smile spreads on Kíli’s lips as he takes the offered hand to shake it, still looking into those very blue eyes. Warmth spreads through his whole body and his heart beats faster. “Kíli. My name is Kíli.”

Law School - Cheryl/young!Sam


Year one of law school was the toughest, or so they all told Cheryl Kingsbury.  She’d been kind of pushed into it by her ambitious parents.  “Law is where the money is,” they’d said.  She wanted to be a musician, but no.  Had to have a stable career, they said.

She sighed as she shuffled into the library to do some research.  First day of school and she’s already doing homework, she muttered to herself.  She plunked her books down next to a tall brunet long-haired young man sitting studiously at a table.  “Oh, sorry,” she murmured, smiling at him.  “Didn’t mean to disturb you.”