one shot nothing

Just rewatching Many Happy Returns and

  • First suspect is blonde, hiding out in a monastery
  • Second crime is solved via physics
  • Third crime, in which a man murders his wife, is ruled guilty 

like why does this remind me so much of all the Mary’s death theories we’ve been coming up with??? 

By the Fireplace - Bucky x Reader One Shot

//NOTE: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY ONGOING FANFICS.//

//WARNING: FLUFF.//

WORD COUNT: 769

A/N: All of the words in italics are a note you’re writing to Bucky. Anything that isn’t is memories. At the end of the one shot he’ll read it. Love you guys!

I fell in love with you by the fireplace last Christmas. It was the first time I had seen the happy side of you, and I just damn fell in love with it. Your smile, the way your eyes sparkled. I’m sorry if this sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I fell in love with you by that fireplace.

You were sitting on the couch, still fawning over the cute sweater that Wanda had gotten you, when you looked over and saw Bucky laughing. You had been drawn to him by that sound, so rarely pronounced that it almost scared you.

But then your thoughts changed, when you saw his smile, his eyes lighting up as much as the abundantly decorated Christmas tree… his laugh became something new and wonderful, something that you wanted to make him produce more of. So you set your sights on trying to make Bucky happy.

You’d tell him bad jokes that were so awful they were almost good, or you would start singing old 40′s songs that he liked in terrible voices. Usually they just pronounced a brief smile or a snort, but occasionally, you managed to make him laugh. And when you did, it was like earning a million trophies all at one time.

Once he caught you staring. 

“(Name), is there something on my face?” He asked, obviously amused, one eyebrow raised. He was still shaking a little from previous laughter.

“N - no!” You insisted, shaking your head violently. “I was just. Uh. You have nice eyebrows.”

Seriously, you? Was that the best thing you could say?

“Really?” He pressed, coming over to sit next to you. You were blushing like crazy, and you desperately hoped that the lighting would disguise it. But you had no such luck. “You’re awfully red.” He pointed out.

Your embarrassed look turned to a scowl, but before you could protest, you heard him laughing again, and you didn’t regret it one bit.

And that night when we all went to dinner after that difficult mission. Oh my God, you were so handsome. It was a hell of a lot harder for me to focus on my food with you sitting across from me in that suit.

It had been a long week for you and the rest of the Avengers, as you had just gotten back from a very hard mission. Thanks to Tony, though, you were about to wind down with an amazing dinner and some alcoholic beverages at a 5 star restaurant near Stark Tower. He had been able to get a well-timed reservation, despite how busy the restaurant was, because he was  - well, Tony Stark.

You had put on a relatively fancy dress and heels, as well as jewelry, and you had done your hair up very nicely, with help from Wanda. That girl could do wonders when it came to fashion - when she wasn’t doing wonders saving the world.

“Thank you so much,” you had said, brushing a loose lock of hair back from your face. You loved your bangs, as annoying as they could get.  

“Oh my fucking God, you look gorgeous, (name)!” Wanda squealed before jumping up and down and clapping her hands. She settled down when she got a text on her phone. “The others are waiting for us downstairs. We should go.”

You nodded, and you both eagerly made your way to the lobby. When the elevator doors opened, Sam let out a whistle, and you blushed. Steve elbowed him. Wanda just grinned like an idiot.

But damn, you weren’t paying attention to any of that. You were looking at Bucky. He had always looked good as fuck, but now that he had cut his hair and put on a suit… mm… you quickly looked away, not wanting anyone to notice, and luckily, it appeared that no one had. 

Tony soon told all of you it was time to go, and embarrassed that you were feeling this way towards Bucky, you eagerly agreed.

I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but didn’t have the guts. If you don’t feel the same way, don’t stress about it.

XOXO, (Name).

Bucky looked at the note in his hands. He had found it in the box of his favorite cereal in the main kitchen. He was glad no one had gotten to it before him. He folded it up neatly, before putting it in his pocket and continuing to pour out his cereal into a bowl.

He decided he’d go to your apartment and see you later. 

Damn would he have a surprise for you.

We’re Good

Request: You and Shawn are dating, but you don’t like Camila and you get jealous so you’re very lovey dovey whenever Camila is around––happy ending / “How long have you been standing there?”

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with these updates!! I’m really trying my best to crank them out and balance my school life + social life!! You all rock I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

Going to the studio and just sitting in on one of Shawn’s sessions was always one of your favorite things.  You didn’t want to have a career in the entertainment industry, but seeing the process of everything behind making an album captivated you since the first time you saw Shawn recording.

           You sat on the outside of the booth with a table full of snacks that Shawn requested.  Playing on your phone, or scrolling through social media, was what you did while you listened to him.  He was in the middle of recording some vocals for a piano ballad he wrote.  His voice was your favorite thing to listen to and it soothed every part of you.  You couldn’t hear the music he was singing along to, but from hearing the verse he was singing, you knew that this would be your favorite song off his next album.

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The Signs As "Nothing Personal" Lyrics
  • Aries: "Mixed drinks, mixed feelings of elation. I should have known it was a one night invitation." - A Party Song(Walk of Shame)
  • Taurus: "In retrospect, I wouldn't do it again. Stop talking shit to every one of your friends." -Walls
  • Gemini: "You're only happy when I'm wasted. I point my finger but I just can't place it." -Stella
  • Cancer: "'Cause you left me, police tape, chalk line. Tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime" -Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't)
  • Leo: "But I'm stuck in this fucking rut. Waiting on a second hand pick me up." -Weightless
  • Virgo: "She works for the weekend, mixtape of her favorite bands. Tearin' up the radio lost in the stereo sound." -Lost In Stereo
  • Libra: "I'll be yours truly unbelievable can't miss this chance to take you, out. Here's your invitation." -Hello Brooklyn
  • Scorpio: "Too much of anything is too much. Too much love can be too much." -Too Much
  • Sagittarius: "My lungs gave out. As I faced the crowd. I think that keeping this up could be dangerous." -Therapy
  • Capricorn: "And talk is cheap so make believe, your secrets find the grave." -Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal
  • Aquarius: "Party queen, cause a scene so ridiculous. Little dress, maybe less so conspicuous." -Break Your Little Heart
  • Pisces: "If I play my cards right I can make the big time. I could be a reason to stare." -Sick Little Games
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Let's Falalalalalalala - Larrymama15 - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: fluffy one shot, lacy thongs are a prevalent theme
Summary:

Louis hates Christmas. But a new assignment brings a run-in with a very exciting stranger, which might be just the trick he needs to change how he feels about Christmas after all.

Thirty seconds to happiness - Jensen Ackles x Reader x Jared Leto

Me: *casually listens to my music playlist*
       *30 seconds to mars comes up*
Me: *shocked gasp*
The love triangle between Jensen and Jared how did I forget!

So in other words prepare for pain!

Did I mention the married-Jensen part?

When Dreams Come True

Title: When Dreams Come True (guys I still suck at titles help)
Words: 1900+
Request/Summary: #6 from this prompt list: “Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…” // Reader grows up a No-Maj-born and thinks she’s the only one of her kind until she meets Newt and the Goldsteins and discovers the wizarding world. 
A/N: Okay I meant for this to be a oneshot, really, but it turned in to much more. I don’t know how many parts it’ll be and this first part doesn’t even contain the actual part that was requested. Whoops. So this has turned into much more than the original request and has become a slow build and I’ve probably gone overboard with it and I’m really worried about how this is going to turn out. Anyway, let me know what you think and if there’s anything you’d like in future parts?

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You had always known you were different, ever since you were little. You could do things with your mind sometimes, like levitate books. Sometimes you could control your abilities and you attempted to practice to try and control them. Other times, however… Let’s just say they tended to get out of hand—particularly when your emotions had run high. Once, when you were extraordinarily upset, you had caused an entire china cabinet to explode. Instances like those were few and far between, however.

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I’m Really Sorry

// in which y/n is reinjured twenty minutes after removal of her cast //

Part 3 of What About Sex? (Part 2)

*Warning Mature Content*

——————————

“Justin, I dropped my fork can you please get me another one?” I smiled at the small favor I was asking for. Justin nodded with his jaw clenched. He picked up my silverware from the ground and went to retrieve a clean one all while grumbling under his breath.

“What’s his issue?” Fredo asked before shoving other fork full of pasta into his mouth.

“I don’t know he’s just been very moody and impatient with me,” I shrugged and took a bite of my warm garlic bread.

“He’s so pressed because they haven’t had sex in over two weeks,” Hailey laughed, exposing our business that I told her in private.

“My boy hasn’t been getting nothing?” Khalil asked and I shook my head with a smile.

“It’s his fault that he tore my hamstring,” I brushed off Justin apparent need for relief. For the past two weeks, I’ve been nothing but a needy teased to Justin. I’d have him fix my food and get me dressed but then whenever I’d act like I was about to get him off, I’d tense up and blame my hamstrings. Really I just wanted to see how far he would let it go. Tonight was the last night with my cast on and I wanted Justin to be even more frustrated then he’s already been.

“Justin, how’s your blue balls?” Za asked once Justin appeared in the dining room again. Justin glared at Za then at me before taking his seat beside me again. Considering my wheelchair took more space than a normal chair would, I was even closer to Justin then I usually would be. With attitude apparent on his face he gave me a new fork and dug into his plate again.

“Thank you, baby,” I cooed then slipped an innocent hand onto his thigh. Of coarse, he tensed beneath me, his eyes going back and forth between my eyes and my hand suspiciously. I gave him a soothing caress with a smile on my face before going back to my food while conversation took over the table.

“So we’re at that party on the Fourth of July. And like who’s ever place it was they were loaded. The had a shit ton of fireworks so Khalil Justin and I decided-” Za spoked loudly.

“Woah! I didn’t decide! You guys forced me,” Justin said excitedly.

“What are you talking about!?” Khalil jumped in.

“You were the one that was like ‘aye what would you do if stole these and fired them off towards the house,’” Za mocked Justin’s voice.

“I said what if!” He defended himself.

“Anyway, so we drinking as we set them all up,” Za continued.

“So we didn’t think to move as we set them all off as quick as we could  We deadass trapped between them and sparks are hitting us so we’re just screaming and trying to get away but it was smoking so we couldn’t really see,” Khalil recaps.

“Wait wait wait! Let me tell this next part!” Justin snatched the stage. “So shit is lighting up all around us and I’m running and end up running into somebody and- uh!” Justin grunted out in shock at the feeling of my hand grasping unto his bulge. Because all the boys were fighting to talk, Za picked up the story from when Justin left off a half a second later.

I smiled unsuspectingly and laughed along with the rest of the table as the story continued. Justin’s hand placed his hand onto of mine as I palmed myself against him. Justin grew harder against my hand but tried his best to seem outwardly calm. Not taking long for his dick to be pulsing upward to my hand, I couldn’t help but laugh as he started rocking his hips against me. Noticing that everyone was finished with their food and the ridiculous story, I pulled my hand off of Justin who quickly glared at me.

“Y'all ready for the movie?” I asked, rolling myself away from the table and to the living room.

“What are we watching?”

“Zootopia,” Hailey chose. No one besides Za protested so put I on and waited for everyone to get comfortable. I over exaggerated my struggle as I moved myself from the Louis Vuitton wheelchair to the couch. Justin rolled his eyes as I moved to snuggle to him with my injured legs laying across the couch. As soon as Kenny turned off the lights and I pressed play on the movie, I leaned my head down unto Justin’s pillow covered dick.

The end of the movie couldn’t come soon enough for Justin as the whole time I felt him twitching beneath me. Changing position every few minutes, Justin was more on edge than I’ve ever seen him. As soon as Zootopia ended, he was quick to kick all of friends out. I waved them goodbye from the couch, not wanting to go through the hassle of getting up.  They wished me good luck on getting my cast off and then they were gone. As soon as the front door was closed and the house was calm again. Justin sat himself beside me, cock out.

“I’ve have blue balls for two weeks,” He huffed, taking himself into his large hands. I watched, mesmerized as Justin worked his hand down the base of his dick before moving back up to the head. He was already throbbing in his hand as he rocked himself between his tightly squeezed fist. His moans started pouring out of his mouth that he left agape through his pleasure.

“None of this compares to you. Please touch me. I need you so fucking bad,” His eyes meet mind as his hands jerked even quicker. the pounding of the meeting of flesh was the only thing heard in the room besides Justin’s shaky moans. I was about to give in and reach out to touch him but as soon as my hand moved towards him, his cock twitched and spasm.

“Fuck,” He grunted, back arching as his body tensed up. His arousal shot all over himself and continue to spurt a load with each time he thrusted into his hand. His cockhead quivered until only a slow ooze was coming out of him. Missing his taste, I licked up the cum, cleaning him as best I could. He quivered away from my touch due to overstimulation. Going easy on him, I leaned up again and merely licked my lips.

“God, I can’t wait to take you to the doctor’s tomorrow. You’ve been nothing but a tease lately,” Justin laughed at the many antics I committed to leave Justin sexually frustrated. I leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss, ready to feel him in me again.

“Are you sure we can’t just fuck right now?” Justin asked a moment later.

“One more day won’t kill us,” I showed self control even though I wanted Justin to fuck me over the ledge of the couch.

———

“Alright now, just raise your legs and bend them back,” Doctor Griffen instructed. I easily did as I was told without feeling any strain. “Good now stand up and walk around a bit,” Justin helped me to my feet and I was able to walk normally again. “Well, I think that’s it then!” The doctor scribble something on the clip board then gave me a comforting smile.

“So we’re good to go?” Justin asked eagerly.

“Yes you guys are. The torn hamstring has healed effectively but please remember to stay precautions and to not consistently strain yourself,” Doc spoke.

“Okay,” Justin and I both said quickly, trying to get out of there so we could finally fuck.

“Remember, I don’t want to see you again,” The doctor teased as we quickly moved to the exit.

“I promise you won’t,” I called. As soon as Justin and I made it to his truck, Justin pushed me against the cold metal and pressed a rough kiss onto my lips.

“I want you so bad,” I moaned against him as I pulled on the loops of his jeans.

“Get in the backseat then,” Justin mumbled before unlocking the car and opening the back door for me. I shimmied out of my panties before climbing in. Justin, following my lead, took of his shirt and climbed into the car after me. The dark tinted windows of the Range Rover prevented us from being scene as we undressed between our heated kisses. Getting hot all too fast, I leaned up on the console of the front seat to turn on the car so that air conditioning could circulate.

Taking advantage at the fact that I was kneeling down and bent over in the seat, Justin leaned over and started eating me. I shuddered out in shock as Justin licked me open. Using my grip on the console for support, I rocked back against his wet mouth. I let out a yelp at the sudden crack of sound produced from his hand meeting my ass.

“You’ve been teasing me for so long,” he mumbled against my ass as he pushed his two thick fingers into me. I gasped at the feeling of him working my open quickly from behind. The ac now kicking in, blew against my face and chest as my body heated up even more. “You’re not going to tease me anymore, are you?” Justin asked in a mocking tone. I took notice in the shift from sweet to demanding in his tone. I shook my head no to answer his question but Justin was not satisfied with my response.

“Say you aren’t going to tease me,” I received another slap to my ass.

“I’ll be good. I promise I won’t tease,” I whimpered out as Justin tugged on my clit. He hummed in satisfaction and pulled me back down towards him. I tensed at the feeling of his dickhead against my wet opening. He held me still in position before pulling me down on him, slowly taking this thick length into me. Forgetting how big he was in me, I gasped once I was fully seated in his lap.

“God, I missed this. Always so fucking tight for me,” Justin grunted, rocking me in his lap so we could both get used to the feeling of finally reconnecting again. Ready to move, I held in my breath as pulled up then let out the air when I impaled myself on him again. Our moans filled the car as I continued to bounce on him at a good rhythm.

“Keep going, babygirl,” He pulled my ass down, faster than before. Soon enough Justin’s hips rocked up to meet mine, making everything so much better. His hands found themselves around my body and pinched at my nipples as I grinded towards his heavy thrusts. We were rocking the whole car as we went at it.

Trying to find a better angle, Justin scooted us to the edge of the seat, closed his legs, and spread me completely over his lap. I felt my orgasm approaching shortly at the alter position. While moaning and biting down onto my neck, Justin pulled me down on him even harder and faster. My legs shook as he continued to split me open.

“Cum for me,” Justin grated and dragged his hands down to my clit. I tried to stray away from his overaggressive touch to by closing my legs. Not allowing me to deny him any further, he spread them as far open as they could go and pulled me back down. I screamed out in ecstasy and pain at the three familiar sensations took over my body. The first was my own deserving orgasm, the second was feeling Justin’s warm cum shoot inside of me, and the third was the feeling of my hamstring detaching.

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“You’ll need this cast for six weeks minimum, would you like green again or another color?” The doctor asked once my splint was finished. I mumbled that I wanted pink before glaring at Justin who sat in the chair across from me.

“I’m really sorry and I love you,” he repeated for the fiftieth time, looking so guilty ever since we were back in Doctor Griffen’s office.

“If you love her then quit tearing her hamstrings,” Doc laughed while starting to wrap up my cast in baby pink colored gauze.

An Unlikely Pairing

Originally posted by cisco--ramon

Summary: (Unrequested) Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe, shows up at school one day.

A/N: Just a one-shot I thought of, nothing too special about this one. Again, from my old blog

You sat in the Glee Club room with everyone else as you were waiting for the school day to start, the room had become your hangout place. Everyone was talking, until a sudden presence in the doorway quieted everyone.

“I still hate the stench of public schools.” Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe.

“Oh my god, what is Satan doing here?” Santana groans with a pointed stare at Sebastian as he enters the room.

“Well, I have the day off, and I thought I’d come and see my competition. Well, you’d technically only be competition if you even had a chance at winning. But that’s besides the point. I also came here to see my girlfriend.” He leans against the piano, waiting for the reaction.

Blaine, your brother, who is currently the only person at McKinley who knows about your relationship, groans. Everyone hears him but pays little attention, instead murmuring  to themselves.

“But why is he here?” Sebastian looks at you and winks while everyone is distracted. He knows you haven’t told New Directions that you two are dating.

“I thought he was gay.”

“No, actually. I’m 100% straight. It’s just fun to flirt with guys.” Sebastian chimes in, still leaning against the piano.

“If you’re here to see your girlfriend, why are you standing around here?” Mercedes questions him, and Sebastian just looks at you.

“Guys,” you sigh. “Sebastian is my boyfriend.”

“WHAT?” They all shout at once.

“You’re dating Satan?” Santana asks you.

“Y/N he’s the enemy.” Kurt admonishes, his deep distrust of Sebastian showing.

“Yes, we’re dating. And relax, we’ve been dating for a while, if something bad was going to happen it would have already happened. Have the Warblers even tried to sabotage us recently?”

“Blaine, you knew about this?” People start to question him, and he gets defensive.

“Guys, guys, don’t pin this on Blaine, I told him not to tell you.” Sebastian takes his chance to move from the piano and stride languidly towards the group, taking a chair and sitting in it backwards, so the back of the chair is facing them and his long legs are slung on either side.

“Look, I know you guys don’t like me. I don’t expect you to. Well, I expect one of you to.” Sebastian looks at you and winks, giving a proud smirk when he makes you blush. “But I mean, I decided to spend my entire day off with my girlfriend at her…poor excuse for a school.” He shudders slightly and looks around with disgust at the last phrase but continues. “Plus, you all know me, I can be ruthless, cold, I’d go as far as heartless even. But I love Y/N, I mean ask Blaine he’s seen us.”

“It’s true, it’s actually kind of sickening sometimes how they are together.” You get up from your chair and go to Sebastian, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the chair.

“Heyyy, can we talk? Okay great, come on.” Once you’ve successfully gotten him into the hallway (how does he manage to walk so smoothly even when he’s pulled?) you stick your head back into the room.

“Just a sec.” You close the door, unaware that they could still see you through the window. All is quiet in the room as they try to hear you and Sebastian.

“Why did you come, Sebastian?”

“What, no ‘happy to see you’ kiss?” He smirks, and you reach up on your tiptoes to quickly kiss him, but he catches you and deepens the kiss, taking a step forward to close the gap. You respond immediately, intensifying the kiss until you have to break away to air.

~~~~~~~

“Oh. My. God.” Kurt is the first to speak, saying what was on everyone’s mind.

“I feel like I have to go wash out my eyes.” Brittany comments, and people murmur their agreement.

“I’m the one that has to deal with this all the time, guys.” Blaine says, and people all apologize.

“Shhh, they’re talking again.” Mercedes quiets them.

~~~~~~~

“But seriously, Sebastian. Why did you come?”

“Because I want to spend the day with my girlfriend. Even if it means being inside a public school.”

You smirk, a habit you developed from Sebastian. He smirks to himself, pleased that he was rubbing off on you.

“Well that’s nice of you. But please, don’t be a jerk to them.”

“I’ll try. But only because I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him again, quickly this time, and head back into the room.

“We’re back.” You announce, as you sit back down in your chair and Sebastian takes the one next to you.

“Fine, just please don’t make out like that again.” Rachel says. “It was disturbing.”

“No promises.” Is all Sebastian says as he takes your hand, pulling gently. You concede, getting up from your chair and going to sit in his lap, turned so you can see him like you usually do. You see people looking at you, but you give them a few pointed stares before settling in and talking to Sebastian.

“Does this always happen?” Kurt questions Blain.

“Unfortunately, yes. But you should see him with her, he’s different. He cares about her.” He motions for the group to gather at the other side of the room while you talk to Sebastian.

“Guys, I know you may not like Sebastian, but Y/N really does, and he likes her.”

“Okay, well I don’t see any problem with it. Besides, it’s not our business to be involved in her relationship, as long as they’re both happy. The most we can do is be accepting.” Mercedes says, and everyone agrees.

“If Y/N gets hurt though, I’m kicking his ass.” Santana adds, and people agree again. The group disperses, and turns to see you and Sebastian kissing again, like you were in the hallway.

“Oh my god the images.” Artie says and covers his eyes.

“Y/N, please. I’m your brother I don’t need to see that.” Blaine says as the group comes to stand in front of you and Sebastian. You pull away, both you and Sebastian looking at the group in front of you. Mercedes is the first to speak.

“Y/N it’s come to our attention that you’re dating Sebastian, and although he is ‘the enemy’, we wanted to say we’re happy for you. Just please, don’t kiss like that in front of us.” You get up from Sebastian’s lap, and hug Mercedes.

“Thanks you guys, that means so much.” Santana walks over to Sebastian and looms in front of him.

“If you hurt her, I will hurt you pretty boy, so treat her right.” Sebastian just stands up and adjusts his shirt.

“I already do.” He comes over to you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling.

“Come on, Babe. You can give me a tour of this wretched place. Or we can go get coffee.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce, with a hint of a smile. “See you guys later!” You call out as the door shuts behind you.

“They really are good together.” Quinn comments as everyone sits down again.

“Yes, they are.” A chorus of people respond.

Shower - Bucky  x Reader Valentine’s Day One Shot

//NOTE: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY ONGOING FANFIC.//

//WARNING: ROUGH SMUT AND LANGUAGE.//

WORD COUNT: 2,108

You have been working with The Avengers for a while now, and have gotten familiar with everyone… but Bucky. Bucky, or The Winter Soldier, as you really knew him, kept to himself most of the time. You only really heard him talk when you were on missions or when you were giving mission reports. Although you didn’t tell anyone about it, you honestly wanted to get to know him better.

He was mysterious, and also pretty hot. 

But of course, you wanted to keep everything professional, and for fear that you would lose control if you got to close to him, you never approached him.

It was February 13th the day that you got back from your latest mission. Sweaty and exhausted, you had retired to your room, wondering what you would do the next day. Valentine’s Day. Or, as you liked to call it, Singles’ Awareness Day.

You decided that you would rent some movies and eat an entire bucket of ice cream on your own, while pretending not to be thinking about what Bucky would look like naked.

“Alright. Good job, all of you. Especially you, Agent (Last Name). I heard you took a pretty big part in this mission,” Steve had stayed at Stark Tower during the mission. It had only been you, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky, and everything had remained purely platonic. 

“What? Who told you that?” You laughed nervously. You had taken a huge part in this mission, but you hadn’t bragged about it or anything. You didn’t want to come off as a boastful person.

“Bucky.” Steve replied.

Oh my God. That man.

“Oh. Well, I guess I did - not to be bragging or anything.” You shrugged.

“You can be proud of achievements without bragging, you know,” Steve smiled at you and you smiled back.

He was hot, too, but he didn’t give you shivers like Bucky did.

“Alright, thanks Steve,” you started walking off, but Steve spoke again.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

Oh no, was he asking you out? Were you going to have to reject Captain America?

“Nothing much - ice cream and movies.” You told him. “I don’t really make a big deal about Valentine’s Day.”

“I don’t really get the point either. Whatever, you know? Natasha kept trying to set me up on a date this morning, but I told her that I wasn’t ready for it. Anyway, have a nice day, (name),” he shrugged.

Good, he thought that a day devoted to love was as pointless as you did!

 You then walked up to your room thinking about what ice cream flavor you would get.

//THE NEXT MORNING//

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Natasha winked at you as you passed her in the hallway. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Natasha,” you smiled at her.

What was that about? 

You kept walking. You had a kitchen in your apartment/room, but you hadn’t stocked it up yet, so you just used the main kitchen like most everyone. You knew you looked like a mess, but at this point, The Avengers were like family, so walking around in your pajamas and bed head really didn’t matter, right?

Turned out it did.

Of course, Bucky was there, eating cereal in the table near the main kitchen.

Normally, he would be in and out already. Due to his PTSD, Steve had told you he hardly slept, causing him to get up in the middle of the night. He usually got his food then and then walked back to his room or trained. You hardly even saw the guy.

But today he was sitting there, reading the paper and pretending not to look at you when you walked in the room. You ignored him, you were thinking about him, but you were so tired that you didn’t care. “G’ morning, Buck,” you mumbled sleepily.

Damn, you just wanted to get some breakfast and now some hot guy was staring at you while you looked like a mess. Why you?

Oh no.

Was this why Nat had winked at you in the hall earlier?

That woman.

“Hello, (name),” he said. He sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

“Something funny?” 

“N- no.” He sounded confused and sad, like he was hurt.

You softened. How could you be mad at him?

“Sorry I snapped. Still tired,” you played it off.

“It’s okay,” 

That was pretty much the whole conversation.

“You doing anything today?” He piped up suddenly.

“Nah.”

“Okay,”

“You need me for something?”

“No.”

“Okay,” you concluded.

You finished pouring milk over your way-too-large bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios and grabbed a spoon before heading up to your room.

“Hey - uh, could I use your shower? Mine is broken. Sorry if it’s sudden,” Buck piped up.

“Uh… okay? Is Tony fixing it?” 

“Yeah. I just finished up with a workout session and I’m sweaty, so.” He shrugged, as if that explained everything.

“Uh - alright. Follow me,”

You led him to your apartment and then to the bathroom. You got out a spare towel while he was at his apartment grabbing something to change into. A few minutes later he came back and thanked you several times. You smiled at him, glad you were sort of connecting with this god of a man.

Before you could walk out of the bathroom, he grabbed your arm. “Do you need to take a shower today?” He asked.

What the fuck kind of question was that? You laughed it off. “Yeah, but I’ll do it later.”

“I was just thinking,” he bit his lip. “Maybe we could - conserve water?” He smirked at your surprised reaction.

“Bucky?” You questioned. 

You wanted to be professional.

You had to refuse the offer.

You almost said something.

And then he pulled his shirt off.

His abs.

Why? Why you?

Eagerly, you pulled your shirt and pants off and he smirked even more when you turned around so he could take your bra off. You shivered when his metal hand touched your shoulder, but you didn’t pull away. Slowly, he pulled off your bra. “Buck…” You moaned as his flesh hand traced circles down your back.

“What, you gonna cum just from that?” He gave a low chuckle and you shivered again. “Turn around for me, doll.”

He bit his lip harder when he saw your tits bouncing up and down with each movement. You had always had big breasts, but you guessed this was the first time he had really realized how large they were. He groaned and reached for them. He traced circles around your nipples till they were hard and perky. You moaned continually. 

“How long have you dreamed about me naked?” He chuckled.

You went red.

“So you have.”

“No I haven’t!” 

“Then why are you blushing?” 

“Cause that’s a weird thing to say!”

“Wanna unbutton my pants for me, doll?”

“Are you sure about this Bucky?” You asked him.

He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be inside of you? I couldn’t even be around you, I would get erections and have to hide them,” he explained while looking at your tits lustfully.

“Okay, Bucky…” You said, you came over fast, slamming him against the bathroom wall and started making out with him while unbuttoning his pants as fast as you could. You had to be on tip-toes to reach his mouth, but you managed it. Soon his pants were in a pile on the floor. You could feel his erection through his boxers… you could also feel how big he was. You were both moaning as you teased his large cock through the fabric.

“You tease. Take them off. Let me show you.” He winked.

You nodded and pulled down his boxers. His cock… it had to be 8 or 9 inches. You gaped and he pushed you down on the floor.

“Wait,” you scolded him, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. “This will be more comfortable.” You told him.

“Alright, do you like it soft or rough - and when I say rough, I mean rough,” He told you.

“Rough, babe,” you moaned just looking at him there, naked and erect.

“Okay. Just remember, you asked for it.” Buck said, winking again. 

“Wait, what if people hear us?”

“Do you really care? The longer you worry, the longer it will be from when I shove myself inside you,” he reminded you.

“No, I don’t, daddy,” you whined.

“I like it when you call me daddy. Now get on your hands and knees, bitch.” He turned harsh and scary for a second, but you didn’t hesitate or get scared. He was even sexier when he was mad. He spanked your ass before literally ripping off your underwear with his cold metal arm. 

“Ow!” You cried.

“Shut up, slut. Now suck daddy’s cock for him,”

You liked the feeling of his long penis being shoved in your mouth. Eagerly, you deepthroated him, choking on your spit and enjoying every second of it. By his loud moans, you knew he enjoyed it, too. He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off his cock.

“Good little bitch. Now you and daddy are going to play a game.” Bucky told you. He turned so dark and lustful when he was aroused, and you loved it. “The game is that daddy will tease you, and if you touch yourself, you get punished.”

You nodded in understanding.

He rolled you over and marveled at your dripping wet clit for a second before leaning down and teasing it with his tongue. Oh God, this man was good. He was tracing letters on your clit with his tongue, though, and you tried to find out what it was… J… A… M… E… S… he was spelling his name.

And then B-U-C-H-A-N-A-N.

And then B-A-R-N-E-S…

You came when he finished his last name, your cum making a mess on the sheets. “You moaned a lot, but you didn’t touch yourself. What a good little bitch you are,” he told you, holding up your chin before nearly suffocating you with a surprise make up session.

“Bucky you’re so sexy when you’re turned on.” You told him.

He slapped you. “You don’t talk unless daddy tells you you can.” He scolded. “Now you need to be punished.”

He went to the bag he had brought his clothes in and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. “You brought stuff for sex in the bag?” You laughed suddenly.

“Shut up, slut,” 

You closed your mouth.

He put the two handcuffs around the bedposts, and then around your wrists. He had also brought a vibrator, which he shoved into your pussy and turned onto the highest setting. Lastly, he grabbed a choker collar from his bag and put it in your mouth, the red ball preventing you from speaking, only to moan and groan at the pleasure. He then sat down in a chair across the room and watched you moan and have spasms from the pleasure the vibrator was giving you. He wasn’t going to let this end until you came again. 

And you did.

Cum was flying everywhere, it was going to be a mess to clean up, but you didn’t care.

Bucky came over and removed the vibrator, handcuffs, and choker. “You made a mess all over the vibrator!” He yelled. “Lick it off, bitch.”

Eagerly, you did.

“Are you ready to have me inside you?”

You nodded.

“Daddy is letting you speak. Tell him how bad you want it,” Bucky ordered.

“I want you in me so bad, daddy. I want to cum all over your cock!” You whined.

“Alright. No more talking, whore.”

He grabbed you suddenly and shoved his cock inside you, and you let out a moan. Grabbing you by your hips, he moved you up and down his penis, letting you flail around like a rag doll. He groaned and you groaned back. 

“Say - s-say my name, slut,” he forced out between moans of pleasure.

“Buckyyy…” You whined.

“Again!” He ordered harshly.

“Buckyyy!” 

“AGAIN!”

“BUCKYYY! BUCKY I’M GONNA-”

“ME TOO, DOLL. DADDY’S GONNA CUM TOO-”

You both came on each other, moaning and groaning with the amazing feeling.

“Daddy says you can speak again.” Bucky panted.

“I love you, daddy,” you whined, exhausted.

“I love you too, doll,”

“So much for a shower.” He laughed.

“We really do need one now, don’t we.” You giggled.

“Yeah… let’s go take one, then,” Buck said, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You leaned against him and then you both walked, naked, back to the bathroom.

An Unlikely Pairing

Originally posted by cisco--ramon

Summary: (Unrequested) Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe, shows up at school one day.

A/N: Just a one-shot I thought of, nothing too special about this one.


You sat in the Glee Club room with everyone else as you were waiting for the school day to start, the room had become your hangout place. Everyone was talking, until a sudden presence in the doorway quieted everyone.

“I still hate the stench of public schools.” Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe.

“Oh my god, what is Satan doing here?” Santana groans with a pointed stare at Sebastian as he enters the room.

“Well, I have the day off, and I thought I’d come and see my competition. Well, you’d technically only be competition if you even had a chance at winning. But that’s besides the point. I also came here to see my girlfriend.” He leans against the piano, waiting for the reaction.

Blaine, your brother, who is currently the only person at McKinley who knows about your relationship, groans. Everyone hears him but pays little attention, instead murmuring  to themselves.

“But why is he here?” Sebastian looks at you and winks while everyone is distracted. He knows you haven’t told New Directions that you two are dating.

“I thought he was gay.”

“No, actually. I’m 100% straight. It’s just fun to flirt with guys.” Sebastian chimes in, still leaning against the piano.

“If you’re here to see your girlfriend, why are you standing around here?” Mercedes questions him, and Sebastian just looks at you.

“Guys,” you sigh. “Sebastian is my boyfriend.”

“WHAT?” They all shout at once.

“You’re dating Satan?” Santana asks you.

“Y/N he’s the enemy.” Kurt admonishes, his deep distrust of Sebastian showing.

“Yes, we’re dating. And relax, we’ve been dating for a while, if something bad was going to happen it would have already happened. Have the Warblers even tried to sabotage us recently?”

“Blaine, you knew about this?” People start to question him, and he gets defensive.

“Guys, guys, don’t pin this on Blaine, I told him not to tell you.” Sebastian takes his chance to move from the piano and stride languidly towards the group, taking a chair and sitting in it backwards, so the back of the chair is facing them and his long legs are slung on either side.

“Look, I know you guys don’t like me. I don’t expect you to. Well, I expect one of you to.” Sebastian looks at you and winks, giving a proud smirk when he makes you blush. “But I mean, I decided to spend my entire day off with my girlfriend at her…poor excuse for a school.” He shudders slightly and looks around with disgust at the last phrase but continues. “Plus, you all know me, I can be ruthless, cold, I’d go as far as heartless even. But I love Y/N, I mean ask Blaine he’s seen us.”

“It’s true, it’s actually kind of sickening sometimes how they are together.” You get up from your chair and go to Sebastian, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the chair.

“Heyyy, can we talk? Okay great, come on.” Once you’ve successfully gotten him into the hallway (how does he manage to walk so smoothly even when he’s pulled?) you stick your head back into the room.

“Just a sec.” You close the door, unaware that they could still see you through the window. All is quiet in the room as they try to hear you and Sebastian.

“Why did you come, Sebastian?”

“What, no ‘happy to see you’ kiss?” He smirks, and you reach up on your tiptoes to quickly kiss him, but he catches you and deepens the kiss, taking a step forward to close the gap. You respond immediately, intensifying the kiss until you have to break away to air.

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“Oh. My. God.” Kurt is the first to speak, saying what was on everyone’s mind.

“I feel like I have to go wash out my eyes.” Brittany comments, and people murmur their agreement.

“I’m the one that has to deal with this all the time, guys.” Blaine says, and people all apologize.

“Shhh, they’re talking again.” Mercedes quiets them.

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“But seriously, Sebastian. Why did you come?”

“Because I want to spend the day with my girlfriend. Even if it means being inside a public school.”

You smirk, a habit you developed from Sebastian. He smirks to himself, pleased that he was rubbing off on you.

“Well that’s nice of you. But please, don’t be a jerk to them.”

“I’ll try. But only because I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him again, quickly this time, and head back into the room.

“We’re back.” You announce, as you sit back down in your chair and Sebastian takes the one next to you.

“Fine, just please don’t make out like that again.” Rachel says. “It was disturbing.”

“No promises.” Is all Sebastian says as he takes your hand, pulling gently. You concede, getting up from your chair and going to sit in his lap, turned so you can see him like you usually do. You see people looking at you, but you give them a few pointed stares before settling in and talking to Sebastian.

“Does this always happen?” Kurt questions Blain.

“Unfortunately, yes. But you should see him with her, he’s different. He cares about her.” He motions for the group to gather at the other side of the room while you talk to Sebastian.

“Guys, I know you may not like Sebastian, but Y/N really does, and he likes her.”

“Okay, well I don’t see any problem with it. Besides, it’s not our business to be involved in her relationship, as long as they’re both happy. The most we can do is be accepting.” Mercedes says, and everyone agrees.

“If Y/N gets hurt though, I’m kicking his ass.” Santana adds, and people agree again. The group disperses, and turns to see you and Sebastian kissing again, like you were in the hallway.

“Oh my god the images.” Artie says and covers his eyes.

“Y/N, please. I’m your brother I don’t need to see that.” Blaine says as the group comes to stand in front of you and Sebastian. You pull away, both you and Sebastian looking at the group in front of you. Mercedes is the first to speak.

“Y/N it’s come to our attention that you’re dating Sebastian, and although he is ‘the enemy’, we wanted to say we’re happy for you. Just please, don’t kiss like that in front of us.” You get up from Sebastian’s lap, and hug Mercedes.

“Thanks you guys, that means so much.” Santana walks over to Sebastian and looms in front of him.

“If you hurt her, I will hurt you pretty boy, so treat her right.” Sebastian just stands up and adjusts his shirt.

“I already do.” He comes over to you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling.

“Come on, Babe. You can give me a tour of this wretched place. Or we can go get coffee.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce, with a hint of a smile. “See you guys later!” You call out as the door shuts behind you.

“They really are good together.” Quinn comments as everyone sits down again.

“Yes, they are.” A chorus of people respond.

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CS secret relationship/forbidden love AU

Killian is wrong, she knows he is; they are not cursed. But she also knows he feels trapped between a rock and an even less forgiving place. It was never about her. It was never about whether he loved her enough to fight for them – nothing could be further from the truth. It was about him.

AO3//FFnet  – Also Part 2 is now written

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A/N: Special thanks to @seastarved who read snippets and everyone else who listened to me <3

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“You’re sure no one saw you?”

It’s a fair enough question to ask, she thinks, what with her back to his chest at the foot of her bed, his hands tucking the hair over her shoulder.

Being seen would null and void the point of him sneaking in here in the first place.

There are so many questions skipping through her mind and yet that’s the only one she can think to say, her heart tripping with her thoughts. Tripping and faltering – the way that every thought and feeling coursing through her is a little desperate to find solid ground, a little unsure as to where exactly that might be. And each question is changed with every pound of her heart, with every touch of his lips to the corner of her jaw, the crook of her neck.

So, that’s all she manages to ask. Not ‘how did you get in?’, not ‘Killian, you shouldn’t be here’.

The castle is flooded with people – diplomats and their entourages, soldiers and servants from several different kingdoms – and the likelihood that someone saw him in the corridor – in her wing, breaking into her room – is unbearably high. He hadn’t even bothered with a heavy cloak like she usually does when she tip-toes across his gangplank. Nothing but his usual cloak and dagger (literally and metaphorically); clad in leather and shadow.

Killian’s voice is a deep whisper behind her ear.

“Ye of such little faith, Emma.”

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Dog Tags - Bucky x Reader One Shot

//NOTE: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY ONGOING FANFICS.//

//WARNING: FLUFF!//

WORD COUNT: 617

You grabbed a towel from the rack and wiped the sweat off your face. It had been a long day of training for you and Bucky, or The Winter Soldier. You took turns training with almost all of the Avengers, and due to that you had learned a lot of skill, making you the next best to Clint and Natasha.

“You’re good at sparring,” Buck said from behind you before coming over and grabbing a towel of his own.

You had known Bucky for a while now, and although you were really just close friends, you were often mistaken for a couple - you liked that.

You had had feelings for Buck for a while now, and you really wanted to tell him, but the overwhelming feeling that it would throw your relationship into awkwardness if he didn’t like you back prevented you from saying anything about it. You wished you had known he had the same kind of feelings for you.

Bucky threw his towel over his shoulder and looked at you as you buried your face into your towel and wiped it off again. When your head came back up, your (hair color) hair was frizzy. Buck tried and failed to hold back a laugh.

“What?” You complained. You didn’t like it when people laughed at you.

“Nothing,” Buck insisted, holding both his hands up.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and began to storm out, but he pulled you back in.

“Wait. Sorry I laughed at you. You just looked really cute.” Buck explained, scratching his head.

“Cute?” Your eyes went wide, and Bucky blushed, looking very embarrassed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way,” he told you, looking down at the floor. “I meant it in a friendly way, not as awkward as that.”

“Oh,” you said, feeling disappointed. “I thought you liked me for a second.”

“I… do… I just didn’t want to tell you that way,” Bucky admitted.

You just stood there for a second, trying to get over the fact that your crush of three months had just admitted he liked you, too. The silence was beginning to get uncomfortable when Buck took off the necklace he was wearing. It appeared to be a plain chain, but when he pulled the dog tags out from under his shirt, you gasped. “Your dog tags from back in the 40′s?” You asked, surprised. “How did you keep them from Hydra?”

“When they were keeping me out of cryo-freeze, they put me in this one cell that had a crack in the wall. I found it after they wiped me for the first time, and out of curiosity to know who James Barnes was, I kept it. I’d find it every time and wonder who it was. And - uh - I’d also bring it with me on missions, it made me feel braver. They’re very special to me.” He admitted. “But now…”

He walked over to you and put them around your neck. 

“I want you to have them,” he concluded, stepping back to look at you holding up his dog tags to see the name engraved on them. 

“Bucky… I can’t,” you began to take the dog tags off, but he stopped you.

“Please, (name). I want you to keep them.” He insisted, holding both your wrists so that you couldn’t try and take them off again.

“Why?” You asked, confused. “You just said they were very special to you.”

“That’s exactly why I want you to have them,” Bucky said, smiling at you.

You smiled back.

Then he pulled you in for a kiss, and you knew everything was going to be absolutely fine between you two.

Dolph | One Night | Ziggler

PROMPT / IDEA USED:

You’ve been dating Baron for a while.. But he’s not the best boyfriend in the world. He can’t be bothered to tell you he loves you or even act like he reallly wants to be with you, he’s always late and forgetting things he promised he’d do for you and with you and you just get soooo fed up with it. The final straw comes when you catch him with another girl when you come on the road for a weekend to try to rekindle what you guys had at first.

You wind up in a bar, in the bottom of a bottle. You’re kind of out of control, flirting and carrying on and to your surprise, Dolph Ziggler, who is a notorious ladies man, is the one who takes it upon himself to help you out of the bar, back to your own hotel room, where you and Baron promptly have a very intense and loud argument. Dolph happens to hear it and after a brawl which you try to stop but it winds up getting stopped by a few of the others on the roster who happened to be passing by on their way back to their rooms, you wind up going back to Dolph’s room..

WORD COUNT:

4,333+ dirty filthy words. yeahhhhh I got carried away.

CHARACTER USED:

Dolph Ziggler - WWE

WARNINGS & DISCLAIMER:

There is sex here. Also fluff because damn it, I have a definite weakness for Dolph Ziggler.

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Yes Sir: AU (Dirty) Daddy!Dean x Reader TEASER

Title: Yes Sir: AU (Dirty) Daddy!Dean x Reader

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 250-ish

Warnings: See kinks below and know that this one shot will be nothing but smut

Kinks: Daddy!Dean kink, Dom!Dean kink, Sweater!Dean kink, Older Men kink, Babysitter kink

Summary: Dean is a dad down the street from you who is recently divorced. It’s your first summer back from college and he’s asked you to be his nanny. You’ve always had a massive thing for him, but he’s like at least ten years older than you. All summer you’ve kind of felt like he has been flirting with you, but you couldn’t be sure. Tonight he sends you a text asking you to come over and watch his little ones while he goes out. When you get there though, the kids aren’t there.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged!

“So where exactly are the kids?” You peer around the corner to the playroom, trying to figure out what is going on here. The text said to babysit right?

“The kids are with their grandparents tonight. I thought you and I should have some time alone and talk about a few things.” Dean leaned up against the door frame, blocking you into the room.

“Talk about what?” You felt the heat rushing to your cheeks. Christ he was sexy in that sweater.

“How you’ve been eyeing me all summer.”

“What? No I haven’t.” Clearly you sucked at lying because Dean let out a low laugh.

“Oh sweetheart, I see the way you look at me. I’ve watched and felt you try to brush up against me any chance you’ve gotten.” Your eyes drop to the floor, fuck what do I do now?

Deans finger under your chin made you jump as he tilted your face up, “look at me.”

“Yes sir,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” There was something in his voice that made your eyes dart to his, you saw how black with lust his eyes were. Doing your best to stay innocent you repeated yourself, a tiny bit louder this time.

“Yes sir.” Deans eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of you not wanting this.

“Call me daddy.” You took a deep breath in. How could he possibly know that was one of your kinks?

“And daddy wants to fuck the babysitter.” Christ he found another one.

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True Colors

Type: Gabriel x Reader
Genre:
Fluff
Request:
Can we have an AU where a person’s world is black and white until they meet their soulmate and one day Gabriel happens to pop in on the reader and the Winchesters researching and they’re never meet before and Gabriel starts acting dramatic cause he thinks somethings wrong with him cause as soon as he layed eyes on the reader he started getting color and when he tells them what’s wrong Dean laughs and explains what’s going on since he’s gone through it with Cas?
Note:
As said in last post, I’m so sorry if I’m this late! I’ll try to be more present in the next weeks. ~ Also sorry for eventual mistakes.
Enjoy ~ (aND TELL ME IF YOU WANT A SEQUEL I WANNA WRITE A SEQUEL OH MY GOD)


There was no doubt of it: the bunker was, most of the times, a marvellous place to live in. It had big spaces, a placid atmosphere, and, most of all, Sam even felt so comfortable with its kitchen that he liked to delight himself by making awesome sandwiches. The fact was, though, that the bunker hadn’t been designed for such a strange company as yours:  the Men of Letters didn’t really consider bringing angelic boyfriends to the place, so, when Dean had first tried to get Cas into the building1 , he had had quite a problem.
With time you and your brothers had managed to remove all the symbols and marks that in the bunker prevented angels from their entry, and Castiel had managed to come and live with the three of you. It hadn’t been an easy choice, to be honest: Cas could get in now, yes, but other angels could too.

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Nightmares - Bucky x Reader One Shot

//NOTE: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY ONGOING FANFICS!//

//WARNING: FLUFF!//

WORD COUNT: 850

//I’m gonna stand by you. Even if we can’t find heaven, I’ll walk through hell with you. Love, you’re not alone, cause I’m gonna stand by you. - Rachel Platten, Stand By You.//

You had been captured by Hydra all those years ago, and God, you still had nightmares about it. The way they hurt you, made you wish that they’d just kill you to end the suffering.

But they were Hydra.

And Hydra didn’t play nice.

You’d starting working with the Avengers again, not wanting to be dead weight around the place, but honestly, you hated it. It didn’t make you feel good like it used to. It didn’t make you feel like a hero. 

It made you feel scared.

You already knew everyone that day that you returned to work, and they all greeted you with kind and open arms, showing you around the place in case you had forgotten, and offering to help you with anything you needed. But you still felt the fear pulsing through your veins.

And then you met Bucky.

Bucky had also been taken by Hydra, back in the 40’s, but his experience with them had been much, much worse. They had experimented on him, and turned him into a complete monster - the infamous terrorist and assassin, The Winter Soldier. What was even worse was that Bucky was a childhood friend of Steve’s, so he had fought his own best friend, hand to hand, without even realizing what a terrible mistake he was making.

Now he was okay. He had gone through therapy and living with Steve, had learned a lot of things about his past self. But after talking about Bucky with Steve, you found out he still wasn’t who he had been. He smiled a lot less, and was quieter. He would flinch whenever you tapped him on the shoulder, or at the mention of the word ‘Hydra’. You nodded in understanding when Steve finished telling you all of that.

“When you go into torture like that, you can’t be expected to come out the same person. It’s good that he had a friend like you around when he came out of it,” you smiled at him. “If he hadn’t had anyone from back in the 40’s, it would’ve been a lot harder. You’re a good guy, Steve, and a good friend.”
Steve smiled back at you before pulling you in for a hug. “Thanks, kid,” he said, ruffling your hair. You just kept smiling before you pulled back and said your goodbyes, you had to head back to your room and get a good sleep for tomorrow.

//THAT NIGHT//

You tossed and turned, grabbing desperately for pillows, sheets - anything. The doctor was about to stab you with the needle, to knock you out into that cold, dark, terrible place again. You didn’t want to go back! “No!” You screamed, trying to find someone that would help you. Someone that would pull you out. “Please, no, I don’t want to go back!”

You were jolted out of your nightmare when the door to your apartment was kicked in, and in rushed a very sleepy looking Bucky. He shook you repeatedly by your shoulder. You curled up into a little ball when you fully came to, hugging your knees and crying into the sheets. He stroked your long (hair color) hair, shh-ing you and trying to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, it’s alright. Everything’s fine, you’re with us now,” Bucky assured you, cradling you in his arms.

You clutched handfuls of his shirt in your hands and cried into it, all while Bucky was desperately trying to sooth you. He hadn’t told you why he had been the first to hear you - because he himself had been awakened by terrible nightmares. He knew it would only scare you further, and he didn’t want that. He looked down at you, crying into his shirt, soaking it through with your tears, and knew that he’d kill anyone who tried to hurt you on his watch.

“Buck, why did you come for me?” You asked him. He looked at you with his eyes, the eyes that made you know you could trust him, and you immediately knew why. He cared for you. 

And not in that friend-to-friend way as you had thought. He cared for you in a boyfriend to girlfriend way. Your tears turned to a smile as you looked up at him, and you shared a brief kiss. 

Later, Steve came in, along with Natasha, but when they saw you and Bucky they just winked and headed back to their own apartments, Steve leaning the door up against the frame so you could have some privacy. 

//A WHILE LATER//

 Bucky sat and watched you. You had finally fallen asleep and were now dozing peacefully, but heavily, he could tell this wasn’t the first time you hadn’t been able to sleep because of those nightmares. It broke his heart to know that all those times before, you hadn’t had anyone to save you, to pull you out of those night terrors.

But as he watched you, he knew you wouldn’t have that problem again.

He would sit by your bed every night till you fell asleep if he had to.

He just didn’t want his doll having any more nightmares.