sam i finished! oh my god it took an hour what is wrong with me

How To Get A Guy To Like You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Sometimes, internet can be helpful with love problems.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.441
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes on the imagine before this one, people! They make me so happy, and I hope you’ll like it too! Friendly reminder, I absolutely love feedback! :) 
Gif’s not mine!

Growing up as a hunter sure had its disadvantages. Aside from the constant danger, being overall socially awkward due to not having time to get to know people, and always having to be on alert, you also made your peace with having to accept you didn’t know everything, especially when it came to humans, but you knew that you had to look for help when you needed it.

“Sam, I need help.”

Sam’s head shot up and he put the book down, sitting up straight almost immediately, “Sure. Are you in trouble?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down across him, and his eyes searched yours,

“Is this about Lucifer?”




“Is it-“

“How do I get a guy to like me?”

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The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,453

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Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Sam has anxiety, and a secret girlfriend (reader) and Dean would get pissed if he found out, and one day Sam has a panic attack and makes dean call his girlfriend. Thank you so much!!!! - @loveyalotslikejellytots

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I hope you like it. I’m still behind on this season, over six episodes by now. I’ll eventually make myself watch it between the season ends. – Haley xx

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hello?” I asked, balancing the cellphone between my ear and shoulder. There was shuffling on the other end, but no answer. “Sam? Are you okay?”

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Songs and Vamps

Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

Word Count: 2,220

Author: Deka

Warning: Blood, violence, weapons, sexual innuendos, fluff, a litlle angst, that’s it.

Pairing: Lucifer x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: After a good morning song, the boys and Y/N went on a hunt to kill some monsters, what could go wrong?

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*Tease* (Final Chapter!!)

Okay guys.
This chapter is hella long. Almost 5000 words. And so NSFW holy cow. And HILARIOUS. I totally laughed writing these first few parts! And then so NSFW and then super feely because these boys are just dummies in love. And then funny again.

So I hope you enjoy it :) Shout out to my 1000+ followers, everything I write is for you guys! Love my readers!!



“So tell me about it.” Natasha insisted, sprawling across Tony’s bed and watching him hang clothes in his closet.

“Nat, you don’t want to hear about our night.”

“Oh no I totally do.” She grinned wickedly. “Especially since you’re still walking funny. The garter belt and nylon thing worked out?”

“You could say that.” Tony sent a pointed glance towards his bedside trash can, where an empty bottle of lube sat on a pile of sheer stockings and a torn garter belt.

“Damn.” Natasha dragged the word out, whistling appreciatively. “They tore it?”

Of course they tore it!” Tony snapped, crossing his arms irritably. “Every damn thing I’ve worn they have either torn in half or ruined completely!”

“Well.” Tasha shrugged and took a bite out of her carton of Chinese food. “You said you didn’t want them to be gentle, right? I would think working them up to the point of tearing your lingerie would be a good thing?”

“Lingerie is expensive!”

“Yeah, I know, Tony. I was there when you bought it.”

“No, you watched as I bought my own and your lingerie. I spent almost a thousand dollars that day.”

“And…” she raised an eyebrow and Tony blushed bright red.

“And consequently have had some of the best sex of my life these last two weeks.”

“So you actually don’t have any complaints.”

“Damn it.” Tony groaned. “No, I really don’t have any complaints.”

“So are you wearing something else tonight? By the way you’re walking I’d assume you’d take a night off.”

“Oh.” Tony shook his head with a secret little smile. “I’m not walking funny because of that. I mean, yeah the garter belt incident was good but that’s not why I’m–” he just shook his head again.

“Then why?” Tasha asked suspiciously, then her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. “Tony are you planning something wicked?”

“Sort of.” He hedged and she started laughing, scrambling over the bed to get closer to him.

“How big?” She demanded and Tony bit his lip before making a fist.

“Sort of… this?”

“Oh my god!” Natasha nearly screamed. “You are a whore! I was definitely not there when you bought that!”

“Yeah well.” Tony finished hanging his clothes and grinned. “It’s amazing what you can order online.”

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Happy Birthday, Captain!

Steve x reader

Summary: it’s Steve’s 99th birthday!

Warnings: a couple swears, as usual

Word Count: 2674

A/N: enjoy :) I also tagged a couple people at the end that I’ve seen say they don’t mind if people tag them in fics. Hope that’s alright! Let me know if you don’t want the tag and I’ll lay off next time

The sound of approaching footsteps caused to you snatch the piece of notebook paper from the counter top and stuff it into your back pocket. You tried to assume a casual position and hoped it didn’t look like you were up to something. As soon as Tony and Nat entered the kitchen, you relaxed a bit and propped your elbows on the island in front of you.

“Hey, totally random question but you can see the fireworks from the roof, right? There’s not another building blocking them?” you asked.

“What kind of billionaire would I be if my tower had sub-par views?” Tony quipped.

“Cool cool cool. Okay, unrelated question: can I have the contact info for your party planner?”

“Sure, if you can convince me that those questions are actually unrelated.”

A corner of Nat’s lips lifted in a smirk as she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and turned back around to face you. “Planning something for Steve?”

Dammit, Natasha.

Your eyes widened instantly and blood rushed to your cheeks as you tried to regain control over your expression. How did she do that? You didn’t think you’d ever been obvious about it and you’d only talked about it with two people…

Oh yeah, spy.

In the three months since you started working for Stark Industries, you’d moved from the marketing department to a sort of assistant to the Avengers. You honestly never would’ve expected it as it just sort of happened. Within two weeks, somehow you had attracted the attention of one Tony Stark and he started dragging you around the Tower for various other tasks. Your supervisor was a little peeved at first, but did he really expect you to say no to the boss man?

You almost tripped over yourself the first time Tony brought you around his team. You’d been staring intently at the folder in your hands, flipping through logo designs for a new organization within the company when suddenly he was introducing you to a group you didn’t know you’d walked into.

You’d become fast friends with Wanda and so you spent a lot of your free time with her and, by extension, sometimes the rest of the team. And sometime during the meetings and movie nights and company gatherings, you’d become close to the pair of super soldiers as well.

You crashed back into the moment when Tony chuckled softly. “Ooh. Got the hots for Capsicle? Bummer.”

Your gaze flicked to Tony. “Bummer?”

He lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Always a shame when beautiful women are off the market.”

“Off the- oh come on, Tony. That’s not… He doesn’t-”

“It’s cool. Your secret’s safe with me,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes as you watched him draw an X over his chest with his finger. “Okay one, you’re terrible at keeping secrets. And two, there’s no secret.”

“What makes you think I’m terrible at keeping secrets?”

I am Iron Man.

His lips twitched as he tried to hold back a grin. “Valid point. But the sentiment still stands. Listen, if you’re going to throw a party, do it yourself. Keep it to those of us usually around the tower–people he actually interacts with. Avengers plus the strays plus those of you that hold down the fort behind the scenes. He’ll be more comfortable.”

You let out a sigh but couldn’t stop your smile. “Duly noted. And don’t let Sam or Bucky hear you call them strays.”

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Without The Suit

Warnings: A big sad Peter rip

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: A tiny bit of angst but lots of fluff~

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I absolutely loved this request, I reeeally hope I did it justice and wrote it to your standards


Peter Parker was everything to you. He was your boyfriend, your companion, and most importantly your best friend. You trusted him with your deepest darkest secrets and he trusted you with his. That’s why, after only a month of dating, Peter decided to tell you that he was the spider themed hero that the entire school was constantly talking about.

It was the middle of the night and you woke up to someone tapping loudly on your window. You sat up slowly, still half asleep. When you saw who it was you felt your stomach drop and suddenly every part of you was wide awake. Spider-man was hanging upside-down outside and was waving at you.

“Oh my god, no way!” you whispered. You quickly opened the window, allowing the masked figure to gracefully climb inside your bedroom. You couldn’t help but stare as he stood before you. He looked so intense and bold that you had to remind yourself that you weren’t still dreaming.

The mood was ruined almost immediately as Spider-Man went to lean against your bed frame but misjudged the distance and ended up stumbling over, knocking the lamp off of your bedside table.

“Shit, sorry!” he exclaimed as he fumbled around trying to put everything back to the way it was. You froze, putting the pieces together in your mind. You would have recognized his voice anywhere. You had listened to that voice talk for hours and hours at a time. It was the voice that calmed you down after every bad day and made you feel at ease.

“Peter?” you murmured. Spider-man nodded slowly, pulling back his mask to reveal your very own boyfriend. Your heart stopped and it took every ounce of self control not to throw yourself into his arms.

“Surprise!” he said with a grin. You were definitely surprised to say the least. Peter sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to him inviting you to join. The two of you talked the entire night, you listening to his exciting stories about fighting crime as Spider-Man. You didn’t think you could admire that boy any more than you already did but man were you wrong.

Everything changed after that night. For one thing, you had to bite your tongue every time you overheard girls talking about their crushes on Spider-Man. Peter made you swear not to tell anyone and you wouldn’t dare break that promise. At the same time, you were much more in tune with the news and gossip about him. Not to be weird but there was something about seeing Peter in that suit that got you going, and knowing that it was your boyfriend behind the mask made it even better.

“Peter have I ever told you how awesome it is that you’re Spider-Man?” you asked one day when you were hanging out at his house.

“I-I think you’ve mentioned it,” he said, his ears turning pink. You giggled, loving how embarrassed he got when you brought it up.

“Every single girl out there wishes she could date a superhero, how did I get so lucky?” You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek and he laughed.

“I think I’m the lucky one here,” he said with a grin. “Anyway, I think I should get going. There’s some stuff I have to take care of…”

“Say no more,” you said, standing up. “Be careful though.”

“Trust me, I always am,” he replied and grabbed his backpack. You both went your separate ways, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit odd about it. You were always nervous that Peter was going to get hurt while he was gone, but for some reason you couldn’t shake the bad feeling you had about tonight. You ignored it and headed home, knowing that whatever it was Peter could handle it.

A few hours later your mom came knocking on your bedroom door. She told you that Peter was there and that he wanted to see you. Your face lit up just like it did every time the two of you were together. However, when you laid eyes on your boyfriend your spirits fell immediately. His eyes were puffy and his face was red and you could tell he had been crying. He was wearing a t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big and some pink Hello Kitty pajama pants, looking absolutely miserable.

“Peter!” you cried. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He shook his head, avoiding your gaze.

“Y/N I… I have something I need to tell you,” he said in a low voice.

“Okay,” you said. “You can tell me anything.” He swallowed nervously and took a deep breath. He balled up his fists and looked anywhere other than at at you. You walked over and wrapped your arms around him. He stood as still as a statue and you could feel his uneven breathing and rapid heart rate as you pressed yourself against his chest.

“Peter, it’s alright,” you whispered. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to it’s just that I-”

“Mr. Stark took my suit,” he burst out suddenly, his voice cracking. You looked up at him, his eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with tears, and your heart broke.

“Aw Pete I’m so sorry,” you said, and you meant it. You knew that being Spider-Man was a big part of his life and that Tony was someone that he idolized. Peter stared at you for a moment blinking furiously before absolutely breaking down.

“Y/N I-I can’t…” he stammered before letting out a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m n-nothing without the suit. If I don’t have the suit, I can’t do anything. I’m not cool, I’m not impressive, I’m not interesting and oh god please just…. Please don’t leave me.” He got quieter and quieter as he went on, pleading with you.

“Why would I leave you?” you said softly. “Listen to me when I tell you that you mean the entire world to me. Sure, Spider-Man is a hero and stuff but so what? Peter Parker is funny, brilliant, and caring. Not to mention he’s incredibly cute and brave and sweet. Get it through your head that I’m not in love with Spider-Man. I’m in love with you. I have been since the day we met.”

“B-But you seemed to like me so much more when I had the suit on,” he mumbled. “Everyone does. If I’m not wearing it then no one cares about me.” You sighed and reached out to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. He closed his eyes at your touch, looking completely broken and defeated.

“Peter, I’ve always cared about you. I don’t like you any less or any more when you have the suit on. I like you all the time, your clothes don’t change who you are. I loved you then and I love you now. Never in a million years would I ever leave you, especially not over something like this.” By the time you had finished talking you were crying too, and from the look on his face you could tell that Peter believed you. He finally pulled you in closer and the two of you stood there together for a while in silence.

“I’m sorry I overreacted,” Peter said, finally finding his voice. “I just… I’m so scared of losing you, you know? For a while I thought being Spider-Man and impressing Mr. Stark was the most important thing in my life, but now…” He trailed off, his grip around your waist tightening a tiny bit as he kissed the top of your head.

“Y/N you’re my whole world.”

Anything for my babygirl

Title: Anything for my babygirl

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Dean x Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Sam

Word Count: 1020

Warnings: None

A/N: This was written for Nicole’s YouAU Challenge ( @iwantthedean ) . I hope I did this right! lol

The reader is almost 6 year’s old. And this is almost everything from Dean’s POV.

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On The Ropes - Part 6

Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.  She is drawn to the elder brother when Dean starts working with her on moving, coordination and finally hitting. Once they get in the ring, things don’t go as planned. Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?

Catch Up Now - On The Ropes masterlist

Word Count: 1498
Warnings: Hmm, Language, Dean shirtless…

Thanks to the ever amazing @just-another-busy-fangirl for being, well amazing, and @mamaredd123 for her help in pulling this out!

John Winchester had officially been charged with second-degree murder the day following his arrest.

Detective Redman was letting you ‘work’ the case with her. You were giving Dean the time and space he needed, so all the spare time you had was spent with her pouring over evidence at her home. Once or twice a week, you also picked up a pair of gloves and hit the gym, but it wasn’t the same without Dean; you just didn’t have the heart.

You sat at Dawn’s dining room table one night combing through the statements and forensic reports. Something wasn’t adding up. According to the coroner, the victim’s time of death, or TOD, was approximately 17:30, or 5:30 p.m., which matches the timeline that John had provided.

Nick’s statement was inconsistent with John’s timeline. Nick stated he picked up John up at four and dropped him off at Mary’s thirty minutes later. He also stated that he was nowhere near the vicinity at the time of death.

“Dawn! We need to pull traffic cam footage from near Mother Mary’s and the crime scene, as well as John’s apartment; this doesn’t add up,” you called to her as she carried a pizza to the table.

“I know what you are thinking, girl,” Dawn cautioned.

“No, you don’t. None of this adds up! The timeline’s are off. If we can prove one of them is lying, we can try to break one of them. And look at this,” you said excitedly as you pulled out the forensic report containing the fingerprints. “The pattern matches just like John said. And furthermore, the GSR report the lab ran did not find any trace on the passenger seat, only on the steering wheel, and Nick already admitted he was driving. So tell me, if John pulled the trigger, why isn’t there any GSR on the passenger door or the seatbelt?”

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The Man in Apartment 43 - Part 2

Summary: Dean x Reader - Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and business man duo closer together?

Triggers: Stalker, B&E, Fear

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/L/N = Your last name   ¦ Y/E/C = Your eye colour ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Note: Sorry for the delay, editing took a bit more time than planned today!

Part 1 Part 3  Part 4


For a second, as the coffee cup warmed the palms of your hands, you were content just listening to the music. Everything that had seemed so bleak and scary the night before took a back seat for a moment as you let Stairway to Heaven fill your mind and keep you from reliving yesterday’s nightmare.

You hadn’t even noticed that you’d shut your eyes as you hummed along until Dean’s voice broke you out of your trance, making you open them to look over at where your neighbour had been standing only seconds earlier. Not finding him there you let your eyes wander towards the sound of his voice and over to the kitchen.

“You hungry?” Dean threw the words over his shoulder from where he was rooting through his fridge. The question accompanied with a boyish half grin and the whisper of a laugh that escaped with his words. Clearly he’d noticed your little jamming session on the couch.

Luckily, you were just too damned relaxed to even feel embarrassed as you stretched your legs with a grin before standing up. Careful not to jostle the coffee in the cup you were still cradling between your hands like the god damned treasure it was. You could, and had at several occasions, say a lot about your till then annoying neighbour, but he made a damn fine cup of joe.

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Request: Hey, could you do a 20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.” and a 21. “You’re like a heater!” Steve Rogers X Reader? Pls? - Anon

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 2,446

Warning: FLUFF! Self-doubting, cursing (nothing new), Sexual Tesion(?)

(A/N): HELLO! Well, I’ve been wanting to make a Steve x Reader fic for a while now, and I’m hapPY SOMEBODY REQUESTED IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Btw, today (02.06.2017) will be the return of my classes and I can’t sleep and it is 1:38 A.M and I have to wake up fucking early like 6 a.m, please kill me. 

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Fucking Weather.” You cursed, trying to wrap yourself more in your thin layer of coat. “Fucking Nick Fury asking me to come in this fucking weather

You worked at the Avengers’s intelligence, and you still could not believe that on your day off, the day that you just wanted to be crawled under your cushions, sipping to tea and reading a good book, you couldn’t do those things. Nick Fury said that he needed you immediately, and you had been unlucky enough to be your laundry day and you hadn’t see that you putted your best coat in the middle of the dirty clothes.

“Wow, wow!” You gasped as you bumped into a massive chest; you felt hands on your shoulder as someone secured you, sparing you from falling to the cold ground.

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t see you there.” You raised your head only to find Captain America blushing and running his eyes through your body, searching for any bruises.

“So, I’m invisible? Are you saying that I’m not as important as you?” His eyes widened as he shook his head violently, making you bite a grin back; Trying to keep your best impression of as angry, sad person. “Are you telling me that the simple Y/N doesn’t deserve even been seen by the important Steve Rogers?!”

“God, no! Never!” You smirked and hugged your best friend, also, your ultimate crush.

“I’m kidding, Captain. Gosh, why are you so stressed out?” You giggled as he squeaked in surprise and outrage

“You were the one almost punching me, right now!”

“Sh, Rogers! Didn’t your mother taught you that is rude to scream at a lady?” You teased, knowing full well that he would be a perfect gentleman and shut the fuck up. Your heart was bagging hard against your chest by his warmth and by how close you were to his body.

“Lady? I see none.” He said in a sassy tone.


Your hands slipped slowly away from him, and taking a step back, you smiled trying to hide how that had hurt you. Of course fucking Captain America wouldn’t even see you as a woman. You knew that, but damn… It would still hurt! Especially when he would come to you to talk about other women and how to act around them or ask them out, since the times had changed.

Wanda and Natasha were always trying to get you to confess to him, but you knew that he was too much of a gent to say a ‘no’ to you, and you didn’t want him to feel like he needed to go on a date with you.

“Oh… huh… Fury called me so… I’ll go now.” He knew he had said something wrong and that it had hurted you, since you would always tell him that when you were younger, you hated be seen as “one of the guys”. It was just a punch in your already low self-steam.

“Y/N… I-I’m sorry! I-I’m didn’t meant to-”

“It’s okay! I know I’m not ladylike and pretty like the others, I know that. You don’t have to worry, I’m used to people telling me this kind of stuff” You laughed trying to ignore how you felt like crap

“No! Y-you’re-”

“I need to go, Steve.” Steve was surprised by your sad tone and that you called him by his name, you never do that. It would always be “Captain” “Cap” “Rogers” “Hottie” “Sweetie”; But never “Steve”.

“Shit!” He cursed, seeing you following your way with your hands inside your pockets and with your eyes on your boots. “Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”

“That is a dirty mouth, Captain.” Bucky played as he got close to his friend “Nick is calling you to his office” Steve nodded and started to walk “Hey, you know what’s wrong with Y/N? She looked pretty sad when I met her at Fury’s office. She didn’t even tell me to go to hell when I told her I could make her forget you.” Steve huffed, sending Buck a cold glance

“Away from her, James.” Bucky smirked at his friend jealously

“Are you finally admitting you’re in love with her since you saw her last year delivering the Intel of Prague’s mission?” Steve choked while walking, being followed by The Winter Soldier

“I-I have no idea of what you are talking about!”

“Oh you don’t? So you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out on a romantic date that might end in a happy ending, would you?” He provoked, seeing Steve’s shoulders tense as he ended the sentence

“Okay, I like her! But she doesn’t… See me that way. Y/N can only see me as friend.” He sighed, and I just hurted her feelings and feel like a fucking scumbag, he thought while entering Nick’s office.

You were sitting in one of his chairs, away from everyone and with your arms crossed

“You should apologize.” Wanda whispered next to his ear, making him send her a worried gaze “And tell her what you feel, she’s been hurt enough. Don’t fuck everything even more.” She went to the sit next to you and Natasha glanced coldly at Steve, as if she knew exactly that he was the cause for you to be sad.

“Good everyone is finally here. Well, I just wanted to say that because of Y/N, we are finally able to finish the Prague’s mission. We’ve been working on it for years by now, and ever since she joined our team, we made huge advances. She found the last thing we needed on the last Intel we got. Because of that, we’ll make a make a celebration party tonight!” You rolled your eyes in anger

“You made me wake up early on my day off to warn me of a party?! Couldn’t you just send me a fucking email?” Bucky laughed at your words, if Steve didn’t like you, he would be totally all over you.

“Would you open it?” Fury looked at her with challenge all over his face, she sighed and closed her eyes

“You got the point.”

“Also, if you don’t appear, you’re fired.”

“NOW THAT IS JUST PLAY DIRTY, FURY!” He chuckled and nodded while you huffed and got up, walking towards the exit

“Don’t you want to know the information about the party?”

“Send me an email, like how you should have done in the first place.” You didn’t look into anyone’s eyes, cursing – mentally – Fury for throwing a party right when your self-steam was lying and crying on the ground.

You were late, and that worried Steve since you were never late, no matter what was the occasion. Hell, he thought that even if it were for your death, you would be in time!

“Don’t worry, Cap. She’ll come.” Natasha tried to calm him, hiding her grin when she imagined his reaction when you appeared. 

But she couldn’t when Steve spitted his drink when the elevator doors opened, revealing you with a killing dress and a killing make up.

“Is that Y/N?” Sam asked in surprise, of course everyone thought you were pretty, but Natasha made your make up and chose your dress and told you that the party would start two hours later than the actual time, so everyone would be amazed by her work.

Wanda smiled at her partner of crime by your side and said next to your ear

“Why won’t you get us some drinks?” You nodded, unaware of everyone’s attention on you, since you were too busy trying not to fall of your high heels.

You asked for two drinks on the bar, bowing over it, trying to release the pain of your feet.

“Look pal, if you don’t go there right now, I will.” Bucky said to his friend, his eyes on you. Steve took a deep breath and drank all of his drink, trying to gain courage, he looked at you and…

“I can’t.” Bucky groaned and gave a look to Natasha, she rolled her eyes and something grabbed her attention, making a smirk appear on her lips

“Oh, look at that. Isn’t that John from her department going to th-” And the Captain was marching right to you, she knew that Steve hated that guy since he heard him saying that he wanted to – in his own words – ‘fuck you until you couldn’t walk’. “Stupid.” She chuckled before taking a sip of her drink

“You’re looking amazing, Y/N.” Steve whispered at your ear, causing a shiver to walk down your spine and your breath turn sharp. He took the place at your side, winking at stupid John as he did.

“Oh, now you can see me as a lady?” You wanted to sound playful, but it ended looking too sad and bitter, so you giggled thinking it would minimize the damage, but hell, you didn’t have to! He hurted you again, you were done with it!

“About that… I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to-”

“You know what, Cap? I might not be the prettiest woman to walk on earth, or not be the most feminine or ladylike, but I AM a fucking woman. And like everyone else, I have feelings. But know what you did? You stepped on them, again!” He formed a gap with his lips, surprised that you snapped, since you were usually the kind of person that let people know they made something wrong by giving incredibly cold and sharp glances.

“What do you mean with-”

“With ‘again’, you ask? Well, you hurt me every time you go bug me when I’m working to ask me how to talk with other women! When you go and- and… And stare me with those amazing eyes and just ask me “How do I call a woman to a date?” “If I bring flowers to a woman, will she feel flattered like the old days?” God! You could have just stabbed me in the heart with a fucking blazing knife that it would be less painful and-”

Steve, with all his courage, he cutted your speech grabbing you by the waist with one hand and pulling you closer, his other hand stood on your cheek as he kissed you, unable to say anything.

First, you didn’t move, since you were too shocked to even blink.

Second, you still couldn’t move, but you felt like fireworks were being shot inside your chest.

Steve pulled away blushing, looking a little bit sad that you didn’t kiss him back

“I-I’m sorry, I just-”

“Shut up.” And then you passed your arms around his neck and pulled him back, kissing him with your might while he let out a sigh of relief and rounded your waist, almost lifting you from the ground.

You thought he had amazingly soft lips and you couldn’t be happier, the cheerful screams made you two separate smiling at each other and looking around, only to see that everyone were clapping because of you two.

“Finally!” Sam screamed laughing, Wanda smiled widely at the scene; she was getting tired of hearing both of you saying - and thinking - that one didn’t like the other as the one did.

You blushed, hiding your face in Steve’s chest as he laughed, hugging you and kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s go outside.” He whispered and you just nodded, holding his hand and dragging him to the porch, away from all the music and talk, you slipped away from him to watch the city from the protection grid, kicking your shoes to the side and breathing deeply. He watched you for a moment, how you were glowing and amazing with that small smile on the face.

He got closer, carefully standing by your side. Both of you watching different lights. You watched the city’s light while he, he watched you.

“Why?” You asked, finally looking at him. Steve thought that he could watch your eyes for days and days without getting tired.

“I… I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot, actually.” You felt something warming your chest. “But I always thought you didn’t like me back… That you only see me as your friend” He shrugged his shoulders while you smiled at his blushing cheeks

“I also like you, Steve. I really do.” The Captain sighed when he heard those words “Now, Hug me so I can Get warm.” He chuckled at your stretched arms and hugged you, closing his eyes and stroking your back while kissing your forehead “Gosh, You’re like a heater!” You purred, rising your head to face a happy Steve. You felt like melting under his gentle but firm touch, like you were the most precious thing that he had ever held.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered, brushing his lips on your cheek and as you closed your eyes, he kissed you gently, making you sigh.

“You told me this earlier.” Steve made a soft kissing trail to your jaw, whispering next to your ear

“I said that you looked amazing, now I’m telling that you are beautiful, and going to keep saying it. You’re beautiful.” You sighed one more time, feeling like your legs were turning into jelly

“How long have you been feeling this way?” He hugged you harder

“Since the first time I saw you in your sweater pants delivering the Prague’s Intel.” You chuckled; It was truth, that was one of those days you just wasn’t feeling all right, so sweater pants were the best thing to wear.

“Then, why did you kept asking me how to call woman on a date?” You mumbled, hiding your face in his warm chest

“First, I asked Natasha, since she knew you better. But she just told me to ask you.” You frowned your brows and looked at him again


“Well, she actually almost screamed at my face “Just ask her!”. So I did, but well, I didn’t had the courage to call you after you tell me how to call someone on a date.” You choked with a laugh, he looked at you confused and damn, that was cute!

“Steve, if that wasn’t the cutest thing ever, I would call you dumb.” You chuckled, hugging his waist “She meant for you to ask me on a date, not to ask me how to call me on a date.” He made a gap with his mouth and you got back to laugh loudly at his blushed cheek

“Well, she wasn’t very specific in her words.” You bit back a grin and stood on your toes to kiss him again, pulling this bottom lip with your teeth, hearing him moan slightly, you smirked at his darkened eyes, whispering over his lips:

“Do I need to be specific on mine?”

Should I make my first smut?

The Contest-Part 19

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“That’s your brother?” Sam’s surprise was evident.

I wiped a tear from my eye. I’d mourn Leo later, in private. “Crowley said he was a demon and Lucifer’s right-hand man, remember?”

Dean looked extremely annoyed. “Still don’t get why you let him go, Gem.“

“Because Dean, demon or not I know my brother. He is beyond pissed Lucifer didn’t tell him I was Sam’s soulmate. I could hear it in his voice. Sowing the seeds of discord between them could work in our favor.”

“He knew our plan, Gem. Now we can’t do the spell.” Sam commented.

“My brother may be a demon, but he still thinks like a guy, Sam.”

Sam and Dean exchanged puzzled glances. They had no idea where I was going with this. Clueless men!

“Let me explain. Most women have warmer weather clothes and cooler weather clothes. My cooler weather clothes I store away when I don’t need them.” I explained.

I walked into what I assumed was Missouri’s bedroom and opened the large closet. Flicking on the light, I began to dig around. Within a few minutes, I had found what I was looking for. I held up a cream-colored cardigan with several dark, wiry hairs clinging to it.

“Is Missouri African-American?“ I asked. Sam nodded.

“Bingo,” I stated triumphantly.

“Damn She’s good,“ Dean remarked to Sam.

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Imagine being a student, drinking a love potion and falling for Severus Snape.

Sorry it took so long for this request. School really puts a damper on my vibes and writing. Also, I don’t know how many of you read this, but the gif will make sense later in the story, couldn’t find one of Severus confused.

Originally posted by melodyrock

“Today, we will be learning to make love potions students.” Professor Snape’s voice brought you out of your day dreams. “Please pick a partner and get to work.”

“Y/N! Get over here.” Your best friend Sam yelled across the room.

Sam had been your friend since first year, now in your sixth year you were looking forward to graduating with your best friend.

You made your way over to Sam and began working. It was somewhat of a complex potion so it took you a bit to finish, once you were done you decided to talk to Sam, who was filling a small bottle with the potion you’d just made.

“What are you doing? You’ll get us in trouble you idiot.” You questioned Sam.

“I wanna see if this stuff will work.” He said as if it were an obvious answer.

“Whatever.” You said as you walked off up to Professor Snape to hand him your notebook so he could grade it.


You were eating lunch in the Great Hall with Sam and your friends when  you started feeling funny. Like you were the happiest person in the world.

“Sam, why can’t you be as cute as Snape?” You said, your eyes went wide, since when was Snape cute?

“It’s working!!” Sam said in between laughs.

You stared at the dark haired man at the table in the front of the Great Hall. He looked your way and you waved at him flirtatiously. His face turned into one of complete confusion.

“Y/N, you gotta stop. We gotta get you outta here.” Sam tried pulling you away. But as he tried pulling you away Snape was walking vigorously over to the two of you.

“What is wrong with you?!” Snape demanded.

“You’re so very attractive and I find it so distracting.” You said as you stood up and hugged the tall man.

The Great Hall gasped. And handsome, tall, dark haired man tensed at your sudden human contact.

“I’m taking you to Madame Pomfrey. ” Snape said as he rushed out embarrassed.

“I love you. I want to be with you forever Severus.” You said looking up into his dark eyes.

Once again a look of pure confusion took his face. “You are under the influence of a love potion Ms. Y/L/N, so stop talking. And DO NOT call me Severus.” He said walking you into Madame Pomfrey’s quarters.

“Please, call me y/n. No need to be formal darling.” You said grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

“Sit.” He commanded as he pointed to the cot with his free hand.

“Severus Snape, she’s a bit young for you, don’t you think?” Madame Pomfrey said laughing at the scene.

“Age is but a number.” You said stroking Snape’s arm and smiling from ear to ear.

“You shut up.” Snape said looking at you, “Get her off of me and take care of this issue.” He spoke now to the nurse who was now crying from laughter.

“But I don’t ever want to part from you Severus, don’t leave me.” You said on the verge of tears.

“I think she’s your problem, you’re the potions master.” Madame Pomfrey said and walked out of the room still trying to contain her laughter.

Snape rolled his eyes and looked over at you from the seat he now sat in across from you. You looked at him and smiled.

“Alone at last.” You said and crashed your lips to his.

He immediately pulled away from you.

“DO NOT EVER DO THAT AGAIN.” His voice was harsh and louder than it normally was.

“But Severus, I am in love with you don’t you feel the same way?” You said moving closer to him.

“No you’re not. You are under the influence of a love potion.” He said simply.

“But you do feel the same way!” You said excitedly and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

“Get off this instant!” He said trying to push you away, but you held on rather tightly, you finally let go.

“Stop touching me. I don’t like it. If you do love me, just sit there and don’t say anything and for Merlin’s sake, DO NOT touch me.” He said standing behind the chair as if it were some sort of shield.

You did as he said and sat back on the cot silently, but staring at him, he was now standing in the doorway watching the corridor.

A while passed and you started to get sleepy so you laid on the cot.

“Severus, you look like a model standing there. You could lay with me you know, I love you so much.” You said smiling up at him.

He looked at you for a moment out of the corner of his eyes with an annoyed expression on his face.

“You don’t have to isolate yourself, plenty of us like you. You deserve a good life. No one deserves to be alone, Severus.” You said shutting your eyes as you began to fall asleep.

“Good God that was torture.” Snape said as he looked at your sleeping form.

He felt sorry for you, he knew the kids would tease you about what happened. He walked over and pulled the cover over you so you wouldn’t get cold, you were the only student he did not hate with a passion. He stayed a few hours to make sure you were alright.

Minerva walked in after she had herd what happened.

“Severus? Is y/n alri– Oh my!” She gasped as she saw the small hicky on his neck.

Snape gave an irritated glare and walked out of the room quickly, his robes billowing out behind him.

Minerva chuckled to herself, she had a student do the same to her years ago.


You woke up in the infirmary the next morning, you couldn’t remember hardly anything from the previous day. You looked up at the clock and ‘oh no, I’ll be late for potions!’

You ran down the corridors and finally made it to the potions class room. You walked on and the whole class started whispering and giggling. You looked around confused, but took your seat by Sam.

“What is going on?” You asked Sam.

“You don’t remember?” You looked at you with concern.

You shook your head. Right as you were getting ready to ask Sam another question Professor Snape came in the classroom. All of the events from yesterday came back at once. Your face turned red and you put your head down.

“Is that…is that a hicky on the professor’s neck?!” A kid in the room asked.

You looked up at Snape and sure enough, “Oh for the love of Merlin’s beard, this day can’t get worse.” You said and you could hear Sam’s laughter.

“Silence.” Snape’s voice was stern and low as usual. “I do not want to hear anything about yesterday’s events, we will proceed with our lessons as normal.

Class went on and you tried desperately to not make eye contact with Snape, or anyone else for that matter. Sam apologised countless times, saying it wasn’t meant for you but for the girl next to you at the Great Hall.

After class you stayed. “Professor, I am so, so, sorry.” You said as you walked up to where Snape was sitting at his desk.

Snape grunted as a response.

“I can’t believe I did….well..I did that stuff. I hope you can forgive me.” You said hoping for some sort of response, “so how many detentions will I have?” You asked know that he’d punish you in some way.

Snape finally put his quill down and looked at you, his eyes narrowed.

“We will never speak of the events of yesterday again Ms. Y/L/N. Understood?” Snape asked.

You quickly nodded your head. “I’m so..”

“Never speak of it again.” Snape said cutting you off.

“Right. Sorry.” You said turning to walk out of the classroom.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Snape said as you reached the door way, but you didn’t turn around you just stopped “if any of the….thoughts you expressed yesterday were true, please keep them to yourself, you are my student for now.” He said in what seemed like a taunting voice.

You smiled to yourself and turned around, “For now. But age is but a number professor.” You winked at him and walked off smugly.

I Think I Love You

A/N: Can I just say, I suck at titles? All of them should be untitled lol. Hope you enjoy this, I’ve been working on it the last few days. Sorry for any errors. Oh and I’m not entirely sure Sam eats bacon, but for the sake of this story he does :D

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader and Dean are struggling with their feelings. 

Word Count: 1,618

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Standing in the hallway of the bunker you considered your options.

1. Tell Dean how you felt.
2. Leave and never come back.

The second was more appealing, you didn’t face rejection, you didn’t want to make things weird between you. But it also meant you would never see him again. The first terrified you. Each time you thought of telling Dean how far gone you were it made you want to weep. You thought you were tougher than that. You hated to cry, thinking it showed weakness. Rolling your eyes at yourself you headed to the library. Things had been calm the last few weeks, just the occasional demon or vampire nest causing trouble.

Sitting down with a book from your personal collection you dove into a world not your own. It had been awhile since you read it, but it being a childhood favorite you couldn’t help but crack it open every now and then.

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Another Hiding Space

Summary: You and Sam are stuck in a tight spot with no way out. Things get heated.

Words: 1,463

Sam x Reader

Warnings: Some smut, avoidable by x on either side, language (as always)

Your name: submit What is this?

You were really excited for this hunt. You were ready to take this demon down, having followed it from town to town, masses of destruction left in its wake.

However, when it came down to it, you didn’t get the satisfaction.

Dean told you to hide.


Not help with anything important.

Not gank the son of a bitch.

He wanted you to go upstairs and hide.

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Kiss by the lake (Josh Washington x Reader)

Requested by anonymous : You meet Josh on the bus up to the cabin (like when they’re 15 or something). Reader’s family’s cabin is at the next stop (they’re also rich). One summer he invites you to his cabin, because you’ve gotten to know eacht other over the years (You’re both 19). Everyone is alive, and you fall in love. But you don’t tell him. One day you all swim by the lake near your cabin. You tell him and you kiss in the water :)

A/N: Dear Anon, I hope you don’t mind that the lake is near Josh’s cabin :) And I also hope you like and enjoy this story!

Please, also check up my last stories “A maid for Ahkmenrah” and “Unexpected”. Love you. Xoxo

Word count: 2,338

Cold air blew into your face and your whole body was freezing while you were waiting for the bus that would drive you to the Blackwood Pines.  You pulled your jacket closer to your body, trying to keep yourself warm. It was your first trip alone; normally you would always drive with your parents. But this time you wanted to drive on your own. You were fifteen years old after all and old enough although your parents didn’t agree. Nevertheless, you could convince them somehow.

You pulled your headphones out of your jacket pocket, trying to occupy yourself with music until the bus arrived. Pop music filled your ears and you slowly began to calm down a bit. While you were listening to your favorite songs, your eyes examined their surroundings. Snow covered the whole area, the whole trees were nothing but white. Also footprints of humans or little animals were recognizable on the ground. 

Some footprints lead exactly to the bus stop where you stood at and your eyes followed their trace, leading to a young man who stood a few meters away from you. You observed him for a little bit. He didn’t even notice it. He was too busy with typing on his very expensive smart phone. You couldn’t help but being a little bit envious. It was exactly the same smart phone that you wanted to have, but your parents refused to buy it for you. Not that you hadn’t enough money; quite the reverse! You were rich, very rich. You parents just thought that you should keep your smart phone as long as it worked.

Suddenly the boy lifted up his head and looked at your direction. You blushed, instantly tearing your gaze away from him. Soft chuckles escaped from his mouth, that you couldn’t hear but you knew that he found it amusing. You wondered when your bus finally arrived, and after five minutes it luckily stopped at the bus stop.

You got in and found a nice place further back. There also were not too much people in the bus. Only a married couple, the driver himself, a young man and you along with the boy. You sat on the window so you could look outside during the whole ride. Then you felt some taking place next to your seat. As you turned to the person, you were greeted with some beautiful green eyes. Your heart stopped for a moment. It was the boy from the bus stop. Why had he had to sit next to you if there were so many seats he could sit on? You took your headphones off.

He offered you a smile. “Hello, I’m Josh. Josh Washington.” He introduced himself.

“(Y/N) (Y/LN).” you said.

Josh made himself comfortable next to you and your journey to the mountains began.

“So, (Y/N), where are you going?” Josh asked.

“Blackwood Pines.” You answered shortly.

“Really? Me too!” You could hear a trace of joy in his voice. You smiled at him.

During the whole ride you talked and got to know each other. You found out that Josh was sixteen years old and had two sisters named Hannah and Beth. His father was also a famous director, so you assumed that he must have been rich as well. Besides, he told you that he came every year to the Blackwood Pines. His family owned a huge lodge up there. You wondered what it looked like. You also told him something about you and the more your ride came to an end the sadder you became. You began to like him and who knew if you’d saw each other again.

The bus arrived at Josh’s stop and Josh needed to get out. He had a disappointed expression on his face. He enjoyed spending time with you. Before he stood up, he ripped off a sheet of paper and noted down his number.

“Call me sometime. I would like to see you again.” He said, handing you the note. Your lips curved into a smile and you nodded your head. “I will.”

As he was about to get out, you added “By the way, my cabin is at the next stop.


It wasn’t you last encounter with Josh. Two days after you two met, he and his family paid you a visit. Of course your parents were confused about who the strangers were. You explained that you got to know their son during your ride and so they welcomed them generously. The whole time you were excited to meet Josh sisters and as they stood in front of you couldn’t help but give them a tight hug. It felt like you knew them for your whole life although Josh told a bit about them.

You had a nice day with the Washingtons. After that day, you also became inseparable with Hannah and Beth. You had sleepovers, film evenings in their own cinema and more and more. Poor Josh felt excluded because you did nothing but girly things. He wanted to spend time with you too. It was him who introduced you to his sisters after all and also the one who got to know you first. But how could he if Hannah and Beth were in his way? Luckily, you managed to pay attention to the three at the same time. You noticed that Josh was said about you spending more time with his sisters than him.

Over the next four years, your friendship became stronger. The Washingtons didn’t live that far away from you, so you could visit them almost every day. Nothing really changed, except your relation to Josh. He became more attractive and masculine over these years and you couldn’t help but to fall for him. It was a hard deal to act normal around him because every time you saw him you had the urge to press him against the wall and to kiss him passionately.

Of course, Hannah and Beth noticed your strange behavior when their brother was present. You hesitated at first to tell them, you felt insecure.

“Are you okay?” Hannah asked worriedly, laying her arms around your shoulders. You just shrugged, saying that everything was fine. But they were Hannah and Beth. They knew if something was wrong.

“Aww… Come on! Tell us what’s bothering you. We can see that you’re not okay.” Beth exclaimed.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, before revealing your secret. “I think I’m in love with Josh.”

The twins stared at you with their eyes wide open. Then they began to scream. “Oh my god!” Hannah shouted. “We knew it!”

You tried to calm them down; Josh was also at home and could come in any minute because of his sisters’ cries.  “Psst, girls. Please! Josh is here to…”

“I can’t still believe that you have feelings for Joshy.” Beth commented, making you blush. Suddenly, Josh came into the room with a very confused expression on his face and you instantly acted like nothing happened.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Nothing, bro.” Beth claimed. “Just hanging out.” Josh looked at her skeptically, shrugged his shoulders and left. You couldn’t help but admire his beauty.


It was summer 2015 as Josh invited you over to his lodge. It was Friday afternoon and he said he wanted to spend some good time with his sisters and some other friends over the weekend. You instantly agreed, telling him that you would join them.

“I will pick you up in an hour!” He said before hanging up. Now you needed to hurry and collect your things together. You put everything that was necessary along with a pair of bikinis in a little suitcase. There was a lake very close to the lodge you could swim in. You also made sure to take a bath and shave your legs. As Josh knocked on your door you were already finished with everything, got dressed and dried your hair.

He took your suitcase and put it on the backseat. You wondered where Hannah and Beth were.

“Josh? Where are your sisters?” You asked.

“Oh, they will drive on their own. We’ll meet them there.”

Of course. I mean, how should it be otherwise? They planned all this. Cursing at them inwardly, you got into the car. You buckled up your seat belt and Josh started the engine, then driving off.

There was an uncomfortable atmosphere during the ride. No one really talked; you could only hear music playing in the background. You didn’t even know how to talk to him anymore since you developed strong feelings for him. That’s why you kept your mouth shut. But Josh noticed the silence. Normally, you would always talk a lot.

“Hey, is everything alright?” He asked concerned, his eyes never leaving the street. You only shrugged your shoulders.

“Just tired. Was a rough day at school.” He nodded with his head, leaving you alone so you could rest until you arrived at the Blackwood Pines. You fell asleep and as Josh shook at your shoulders, you were already there.

Hannah was the first who greeted you guys. You were the last ones that arrived. Everyone was already gathered. You hugged Sam and all the other ones, asking them how they were doing and chatting with them a bit. You had dinner and after that everyone sat at the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate in their hands.

After a while Jess and Mike decided to go to bed, followed by Emily and Matt. Later, everyone left, only you and Sam stayed awake.

“How is your crush on Josh going?” Sam asked. She was the only one who knew about your feelings for Josh besides Hannah and Beth. You knew you could trust her.

“Dunno.” You mumbled, massaging your temples.

Sam gazed at you sympathetically, laying her arm on your shoulder. “(Y/N), why don’t you just talk to him? “

“You think it is easy Sam? We’re good friends and he means so much to me. I don’t want to destroy our friendship.” You answered. You were afraid that his demeanor towards you would change if you told him. What if he ignored you after that?

“(Y/N), we all know how much Josh cares for you. He will understand.” Sam tried to convince you. “And besides, I think he has feelings for you as well.”

Your head shot up as you heard what she said. “Really?” Sam stood up, giving you a tight hug.

“You need to find out on your own.” She said and went upstairs.


The next day you decided to go swimming by the lake. The weather was very warm, the sun was shining and no cloud was to be seen. After breakfast, you put your bikini on and your t-shirt and hot pants over it. As everyone was finished, you walked down to the lake. When you arrived, everyone got out of their clothes.

“Are you going to tell him?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know.” You stared at Josh who was taking off his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular body. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked at Sam desperately, who followed your gaze and smirked at you. “Sam, please help.” You whined.

“I say go and talk to him.”

“But it’s not easy!” Sam was about to reply something as someone shouted.

“Hey, are you coming or not?” Josh asked. Everyone was in the water now, splashing each other with water. You took off your clothes and went to the water with Sam. Everyone had a good time. Josh never left your side. Sometimes he would wrap his arms around you, lifting you up and throwing you into the water. He would splash you with until you whined and screamed at him to leave you alone. He was so clingy and you didn’t know why.

After a while, you laid on your back, enjoying the feeling of warm water covering you. You let yourself drifting by tiny waves, not caring about everything else. You closed your eyes, feeling the sunrays on your skin. You sighed contently as your body relaxed.

Suddenly, two hands touched your back and you flinched. As you opened your eyes, you were greeted with some green eyes you used to love so much.

“Don’t worry.” Josh assured. “I’ve got you.”

And then, the urge to tell him that you loved him was too strong. You tried to fight against it but you failed. Why not giving it a try?

“J-Josh?” You murmured, straightened up to your feet. He looked at you questioningly.

“Yes?” You took a deep breath, before you continued speaking.

“There is something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

You looked at him right into his eyes, not even blinking once. “I love you.”

Josh’s eyes widened and he was too shocked to say something. You could see it.

“I was too afraid to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I can’t take it anymore.” As you still did not get a reaction from him, tears shimmered in your eyes. You knew it was a mistake.

“I’m sorry Josh, I ruined everything.” You said as you were about to leave but and hand grabbed your arm and spun you around. Before you could say something, soft lips were pressed against yours that kissed you passionately. You had plenty of kisses behind you but nothing was as much as good as right now. Your heart punched against your chest and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

When Josh pulled back, he put his hands on your cheeks, stroking them gently. “You didn’t ruin anything, (Y/N). “ He panted softly.

“Have you any idea how much I have been waiting for this moment?” He smiled at you.

“Does that mean that-“

“I love you too, yes.

You laughed happily, never expecting that to happen. Josh loved you back and you were so relieved about that. “Do you know what I always wanted to do?” Josh asked. You looked at him expectantly, suddenly being pushed into the water. A scream escaped your mouth, before your whole body was covered with water, and then you felt his lips capturing with yours. You smiled into the kiss and could hear the muffled cheers and applaud of your friends.

Pizza Delivery

Summary: When Sam, Steve, and Bucky order pizza, Sam requests for the cutest delivery person to take the order to the Tower. You show up. 

Word Count: 2,394

Warnings: Light blood/bleeding.

A/N: Omg, I love this fic. Please let me know what you think!

The common living room of the Tower was filled with booming sound effects, Steve, Bucky, and Sam all enraptured in the scenes unfolding before them on the giant T.V. screen Tony had recently installed just last week. Bucky had apparently found an addictive show and it was an extraordinary feat in itself trying to get the three men away from the screen for even a second.

They all pulled back when something dramatic happened, screaming when a character made a wrong decision, and awkwardly coughed as a sex scene was displayed. But they bore through it all and within a week, they had flown through almost three seasons of Game of Thrones.

“I’m telling you,” Bucky said, pausing the show. “That little shithead is going to meet his end soon.”

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Girls Night-Part 11

*edit by @strictlyncisconfessions*

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: character injury descriptions, mentions of surgery, character pain, angst

Word Count: 3039

A/N: For my medical people-I’m sorry if things are not 100% accurate as far as the ER and whatnot. I have no experience in the medical field, but this is also a work of fiction. I tried to be as general as possible. Believe it or not, this will be winding down sooner rather than later. I’d say about 2 more parts to go-maybe 3. Feedback is always appreciated (asks, replies, reblogs), they are super motivating and let me know if this is sinking or swimming and I’m a total feedback whore-tell me you love me  😜 xoxo

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Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader) Part 2

Request: I got a few requests for a part 2! 

Words: 2,753

Warnings: None

Tags: i-am-mina  frolicsomefawkes thyotakukimkim happelu970 annadier Shamvictoria11 spookass pabegay1 

Cactus water and Boom Chicka Pop is your girl’s new favorite thing. Also, I witnessed a baby turtle being saved today and like yes, these are the type of people I need to associate myself with

“Oh my god! Natasha wake up!” You bolted into Natasha’s room late into the night. You had just finished watching the Victoria Secret fashion show followed by Jurassic World with Scott and Sam, and you were eager to tell someone all about the exchange you and Bucky had.

Wanda was nowhere to be found, and you assumed she must be with Vision. So of course, you went to Natasha, your other best friend. You knew very well that Natasha was exhausted from a recent mission, but you didn’t care. This was more important.

Natasha jerked her head up and squinted her eyes at the dark figure jumping on her bed. She automatically knew it was you, you were the only person beside Clint who would wake people up by jumping on their beds at odd times during the night.

“What is it, Y/n?” Her voice was groggy and confused, a part of her worried something was wrong. But then you plopped down next to her legs, curling your own legs underneath your butt and clasping your hands together. A squeal escaping your lips.

“Guess what happened?”

She groaned and fell back against her pillows, her arms spreading out beside her.

“Can’t this wait till morning.” You made a noise from the back of your throat that clearly meant no. “Please, Y/n. I love you, but I swear to God I wil-”

“Bucky told me I was gorgeous and he hugged me and I kissed his cheek.” You talked super fast, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You tucked your clasped hands under your chin and rested them there while Natasha processed what you had said.

“How many times did he call you gorgeous….just the once?” She limply held up one finger. Her eyes closed and her head resting against her cloud-like pillows.

“He called me gorgeous twice and beautiful about three times.” Your voice was soft yet so filled with excitement.

Natasha pushed back the covers and scooted over to give you room to crawl in. Without opening her eyes she patted the spot next to her. You quickly got under the soft covers and turned on your side to face her, tucking an arm under your head. She turned on her side and slowly opened her eyes to look at your outline in the dark room.

“Okay. I’m gonna need the whole story.”

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