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Imagine Chris bringing you breakfast at work.

“Morning, baby.” Chris mumbled into your skin as he peppered it with soft kisses. You stretched in his arms and smiled, pressing your back against his front. “I’m definitely going to miss waking up to you when I have to leave for ‘Infinity War’.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” You reached behind you and looped your arm around his neck, pressing your face against his pouty one. “I’m going to miss you too. But hey,” you reached for your phone to check the date and your remaining days together, when you saw the time; 8:14AM, you were late for work. “I gotta go!” You broke out of Chris’ grip and jumped out of bed, nearly falling face first when your feet got caught on the sheets.

“You’re going to go to a funeral home if you’re not careful,” he sat up, chuckling. “Babe, relax.” He told you; you resembled a pinball as you bounced around the room, scrambling an outfit while you brushed your teeth. “I’m sure Xenia can manage without you for a while, I mean- who’s getting flowers so early in the morning?”

“You don’t understand.” You told him as you continued to brush; it was probably hard for others to understand, but Chris had your toothbrush talk down pat. “We’ve got a huge order of table arrangements to do today. It’s for a wedding and the bride’s totally insane, if she comes in to do an impromptu check- Xenia’s going to be fucking pissed I’m not there.”

“Okay, well- you still need breakfast, so I’m going to go quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go. What do you want?” He flipped the covers off his legs and started to get out of bed when you stopped him.

“No time,” you told him then entered the bathroom to rinse and spit. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I’m not very hungry anyway, I’ll just pick something up later on my lunch break.” You told him and closed the ensuite door behind you so you could pee then change.

While you were changing, you heard footsteps which meant Chris was doing what you told him not to anyway. You sighed with a smile because you loved how unbelievably caring your boyfriend was, that smile faltered slightly when you realized it wouldn’t be long until you had to say goodbye to him for at least nine months. God, you were going to miss that perfect specimen of a man.

You went downstairs and into the kitchen to kiss Chris goodbye and chuckled softly at his variation of “quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go.” You’d usually just make a smoothie or a protein shake for him when he was running late, but Chris? He had to make a feast with pancakes and bacon and eggs. For a man who was about to run off and be Captain America for the last time, one would think he’d cut his normal eating habits.

“Chris, baby. I love you, but I really don’t have time for any of this,” you told him then pressed a kiss on his cheek. “I have to go, okay?” You grabbed an apple from your fridge then headed for the front door, Chris following behind you. “I’ll see you after work?” You quizzed as you cupped his clean shaved face in your hand; he nodded. “I would really like to see Cap with a beard in 'Infinity War’, you should really pitch that.”

“Maybe he does and I just shaved to throw you off,” he teased and you laughed then pecked his lips before heading for your car. “Drive safe,” he called as you climbed in. He waved until you drove out of the driveway and around the corner.
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“I can’t say I like you with Chris,” Xenia began and your eyes narrowed. “Without him, you’re always on time for work. With him, you’re almost always late.” You chuckled when you realized she was just teasing you. “What do you two get up to every night, hm?” She smirked and you laughed, feeling slight heat rise to your cheeks when you thought back to your late nights with your boyfriend.

“Like I haven’t covered for you when you go out and party a little too hard with Tris,” you playfully bit back and she chuckled. “Speaking of, congratulations.” You smiled when you saw her smile; she’d just gotten engaged to her girlfriend of six years. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful your wedding is.”

“And I can’t wait to order flowers from a shop where we don’t have to arrange them,” she said and you both laughed. “What about you and Chris?” She asked when you both settled. “Think you’re ever going to tie the knot with him?”

“I’d like to,” you nodded, smiling. “But it’s not really my choice, is it? He knows I’m in it for the long haul, if he wants the same thing then- he can propose. But I’m not going to push him, I’m good with what we have. Plus- I think he’s got enough on his plate at the moment with 'Infinity War’ coming up and his contract ending.”

“Is he planning on signing another?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “He’s said a few times that if Marvel wants him, they have him, but I personally feel he’d be happier doing something else. He loves directing and he was so happy directing 'Before We Go’, so maybe he’ll go look for something else to direct. He just wants to be known for more than Captain America, and he should- he is so talented.” You were so busy talking about Chris that you didn’t realize he’d walked into the shop and had heard everything you said; he smiled at Xenia who’d spotted him the second he walked in.

“I think you have a customer,” Xenia beckoned her head at Chris and you turned around; you immediately smiled when you saw his face. He held up a little picnic basket and you knew he’d brought breakfast to you. “Oh my God,” Xenia chuckled when you turned back to her, suppressing your excited smile with pressed lips. “You’re not even engaged yet and you can’t spend a minute apart,” she teased and you and Chris laughed. “Go, I’ve got this.”

“Thank you,” you reached over the workbench and hugged her, before gesturing for Chris to follow you into the back room. He gave Xenia a quick peck on the top of her head as he walked past, making her laugh. “Yes, fooood.” You cheered as Chris laid out the spread his made this morning on the table. “I’m so hungry.”

“I knew you were lying about being hungry,” he chuckled. “You’re always hungry.”

“True,” you grinned as you forked a piece of pancake onto your paper plate. “Mmm!”

Chris chuckled as you audibly enjoy his breakfast, there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t find you adorable. His chuckles turned into laughter when you did a little dance in your chair, humming happily as you ate. God, you were such a dork, but at least you were his dork. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, pulling it to his lips. You raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of your hand; he smiled in response.

“I thought the flowers were going to be the prettiest thing in this shop, I was very wrong.” He complimented and you chuckled, shaking your head. “You know,” he said as he released your hand, scooping himself some scrambled eggs. “This is the first time I’ve brought a girl breakfast after she skipped out on me in the morning.”

“We’re dating,” you chuckled.

“Still left me cold and alone,” he pouted then laughed when you laughed. “But hey, some girls are just worth chasing.” He shot you a wink and you smiled, kissing the air in front of you. “So, you think I’m talented, huh?” He began with a smirk, feeding himself some eggs.

“Of course I do. I’ve always thought you were talented, incredibly talented for a matter-of-fact.” Your eyes narrowed at his question; it seemed random to you until you realized he was talking about what he heard earlier. It dawned on you that he might have also heard you talking about marrying him. “Exactly when did you walk in on our conversation?”

“Around the time when my beautiful girlfriend starting complimenting me,” he told you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “But,” he continued and you tensed, “I may have also heard said beautiful girlfriend talking about marrying me.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage.

“Hey,” he chuckled when he saw your tension; he reached over the table and placed his hand over yours. “Don’t look so worried, that’s definitely the direction we’re headed.” Your shoulders relaxed a little and you smiled at him. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the moment, like you said. I want to marry you, you bet your ass I’m going to marry you.” You laughed at that. “But I’m going to do it when things settle a little, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

“I love you a lot more than you know, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re never going to be the one that got away,” he assured you then kissed the back of your hand again. You smiled and pressed your hand against his face, to which he turned in to and kissed your palm. “Never.”

“Likewise, Evans.”

Request: You and Chibs have been seeing each other casually for a few weeks. You both decide to meet at the clubhouse after work for one of your usual hookups, but this time, he’s running late. You are tired, but decided to stick around to wait for him.. Even if you can’t keep your eyes open.

Contains: Fluff


It had been a long day at work for you, it was one of those days where your feet were sore and the only thing you wanted was to crawl into the bed, or that was what you wanted until you got a text from Chibs asking you to meet him after work for a drink, and some of your usual fun. You two had been seeing each other for the past few weeks after you brought your car into TM for an oil change. It was the only place you trusted to bring your car, you had been going to them for a while now and had always seen the scotsman around the place. He had been in the office the day you brought your vehicle in, finally giving you two the chance to officially meet. You both ended up hitting it off, and he called you a few days later as he had gotten your phone number off one of the files in the office. It had been 3 weeks and things were going pretty well between the two of you, the only real problem was that the both of you stayed fairly busy. He was always out on club business, and your job in retail always had you on weird hours. Sometimes Chibs would come by the store to see you when you weren’t busy, but it was rare that you had a minute to yourself at that place.

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A/N: Uhh this one may or may not be new? We’ll never know. Merry Christmas. x *thanks gif source*


Sometimes, you think you can connect to someone who you later realize you’re only attached to because they fill sort of emptiness that needs to be taken care of. This connection can reach to great lengths from playful dates around the block to sudden heated bedroom games under the covers. I never knew I, myself was doing it until I saw her. I always announced that I liked someone anonymous to avoid any further confrontation about my love life. I finally had my anonymous person.

I was a house party thrown by a close friend and was sharing a drink with Olivia, a former fling who I had been hanging a lot with recently. She was one of the few people I was comfortable around and no matter what people said, I still enjoyed her company and it sort of shifted into a whole new direction when I noticed her acting different. All of a sudden, she always wanted to be around me and it got a little overwhelming. I was never one to know to handle someone’s feelings so I didn’t give myself any other choice but to keep whatever it is she thought this was, going. We were having what I thought was a stifling conversation when she leaned in and kissed me. With no warning, just went straight for it. I pulled away, not even a second later and looked puzzled into her eyes as she looked back at me in dismay. “I’m sorry.” She muttered and walked away, flustered.

I sighed and took giant swig from my beer when I felt a forceful thump against my back, pushing me forward, leaning on the skinny table beside me for stability. Feminine giggles heard behind me as I saw another friend of mine with a new girl I hadn’t recognized but was responsible for breaking me out of trance from her clumsy actions. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She spoke, unable to contain herself. Her smile was the first thing I noticed, it was different; Her eyes, with a hint of nervous and unamusement. “Sorry Cal.” my friend, Blaire, pat my upper arm, smiling and ran off with the mysterious brunette, who quickly turned her gaze back at me and back. I downed more of my drink, furrowing my eyebrows and headed slowly in their direction. I momentarily made small conversation with people along the way so I wouldn’t make it too obvious I was following her. I tried to forget her but she kept reappearing wherever I went. With every person I spoke to, eye contact was rarely given because I could not stop looking at her. Her face was now plastered in my mind and so was her smile. She was definitely not afraid to let it stretch across her face. Her nose crinkled and she leaned slightly forward, sometimes covering her mouth to hide her insane smile. Before I knew it, the person whom I was supposed to be engaging in a conversation with was gone. I should’ve expected that.

My beer bottle was conveniently empty and I approached the table with the cooler in which they were provided and popped off the cap without an opener with my savvy skills. “Excuse me.” That familiar voice spoke behind me. She gave me that smile, for some reason, made me feel so different inside. I smiled back and stepped aside as she reached into the cooler and retrieved a bottle. Her body’s searching motions made me assume she was looking for a bottle opener and I turned momentarily to set my own bottle down to help her in attempt to potentially start a conversation. “Hey, I can open that for you, if you’d-” Pop “-like,” I chuckled, still finishing my offer to see her sipping from her self opened bottle already. “Thank you, but I think I’m all set.” She smiled through her teeth and turned to walk away. My first thought was what just happened as if it wasn’t simple enough. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat down. I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Olivia standing there, fiddling her fingers.

“Oh hey…” “Cal, about what happened earlier tonight,” “You know what, don’t even mention it. We don’t have to dive into that. We both know we had a little too much to drink and shit happens.” Her eyes narrowed slowly down, sulking. “It’s alright.” I gave a small smile, patting her arm and her walking away. I broke out my trance once again as I felt a tap on the opposite shoulder. “excuse me… you must really like beer to always be blocking this cooler,” the voice spoke sarcastically. “I could say the same about you, you can really ingest a bottle,” “Actually, it’s for Blaire.” “What? Blaire can’t walk anymore and help herself like a big girl now?” I said shaking my head in Blaire’s direction while she stuck the middle finger at me grinning. She, however, smiled politely and shook her head. “Well, she can’t really open a bottle quite yet so I guess that’s why she has me.” Pop She set the water bottle I was drinking aside and tossed the beer cap in the basket. “Where did you learn how to do that?” “It’s an ancient technique.” “And I thought I was the only one who conquered the bottle cap trick.” “You must be Calum.” I blinked, taken back by her sudden knowledge of who I was. “I’m sorry, have we met?” I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “Uh no, Blaire just mentions who her friends are casually. She refers to you as, um, beer boy? And I assumed that meant it was cause of something like this.” “Nice. You know me, who are you?” “Y/N.” I held out my hand to shake hers and for the first time, I was feeling awkward around a stranger. “Thanks Y/N. I’m glad I can count on you.” Blaire bumped her shoulder, taking the bottle from her. “So… Have you met-” “Yeah, Blaire you’re about 4 minutes late. Thanks for trying though.” I sipped my beer, shaking my head. “Beer boy?” She broke out laughing. “Sorry I didn’t think that’d come up but since it did, now I know you guys talked plenty. I hate to break this up but our ride is outside sooo, I’ll catch you later.” She fist bumped me, clicking her teeth and pulled her away as she gave that familiar soft smile and mouthed a goodbye. I sat back down and started clearing bottles out of courtesy and I noticed a black rubber object peeking from between a few empty bottles. I pulled it out and saw it was a miniature bottle opener attached to few keys. I looked them over and saw Y/N scribbled onto the handle in silver ink. That little sneak. I quickly slid it into my coat pocket and with a smirk and walked away before anyone saw.

Shout out to sherlock-yer and connor-say-what for helping me with the plot on this one. This request was made by imsassybone and I hope that what I did with the reader’s powers was okay. I know it wasn’t all-powerful, omnipotent God you might have been looking for but I just felt like that would’ve undermined Steve’s presence in her life. If you want a rewrite, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Otherwise enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt:  Steve x reader, where reader can manipulate minds and is very powerful? One shot can be about anything :)

“Mind Games”

Steve Rogers was a strangely complicated man. He would never make eye contact with you, he couldn’t stay in the same room as you for extended periods of time, and he couldn’t say more than a sentence to you on missions. It was aggravating but also disheartening to realise that the teammate you were forced to spend so much time with couldn’t stand your company.

When the Avengers had found you, your powers were overwhelming and you were uncontrollably wreaking havoc in Manhattan. The abilities you possessed were bizarre. The human mind was like a wide open field to you and in a matter of minutes you could manipulate it however you saw fit. Planting thoughts like daisies in the soil, digging up memories like you were toiling the earth, or wiping it clean like you were mowing the grass. (Okay, so the field metaphor doesn’t exactly work, but you get the picture.) 

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Mile High Club

Prompt by @ilovethefoodlover

“Babe do you not want me to come?” Jai asked you over the phone.
“Of course I want you there Jai. I just wonder if there is a way to figure how to not have any paparazzi scoping out my high school graduation and harassing my classmates.” You sighed into the phone mentally exhausted. You knew dating Jai would come with some consequences especially with your eleven-year age gap but you had no idea it would be as bad as it has been. You were constantly harassed online so much so you had to set your personal Facebook and Instagram pages as private. You were tempted to take them down all together but your family and friends talked you out of it. They did not want the internet bullies to think that they have won.  
“Will you be ready for the getaway trip I have planned as part of your graduation gift?” Jai asked hoping to lift your spirits.
“Yes I am. You still didn’t tell me what to pack.”
“I told you to pack warm and think tropics. I definitely want to see you in a two-piece bikini.”
You smiled at the thought. You could not wait for whatever vacation Jai had in store for you both. Lord knows you both needed a getaway. You frowned as a Google alert popped up on your lap top. Your cousin had showed you how to have alerts whenever your name came up on the World Wide Web.
“Babe are you alright?”
You sighed into the phone as you read the latest headline on you and Jai’s relationship.
“My God they are comparing us to Tyga and Kylie Jenner.” You wanted to cry. You were not a minor when you met Jai. You had turned eighteen months before you laid eyes on him.
“Who is Tyga and Kylie?”
“They are not important.”
“Then why are you getting so worked up. You need to stop those Google alerts before they drive you insane.”
You sighed, shut your laptop and laid across your bed.
“Babe listen to me. It will be alright. Do not stress yourself. You are graduating and on your way to college. You have your whole life in front of you and you have me so don’t let outsiders ruin our relationship.”
Jai was right. He was always right. That was one of the many qualities you loved about him. He was protective of you and always took the time to make you feel better.
“I will be flying in Friday morning. Our flight leaves that evening. You sure your parents are ok with you going on vacation with me?”
“Yes Jai. I’m an adult and I will be out the house as soon as we get back from vacation.”
You heard a smile in Jai’s voice.
“So we will have our own space when I come to visit you instead of me sleeping in hotel rooms?”
You chuckled.
“Yes I will have my very own place.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you thought of the different ways you both were going to christen your new apartment.
“I got to go babe. I will see you Friday.”
You hated that he had to get off the phone as you enjoyed talking to him.
“See you Friday.”

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Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Yay for friday! I love how you all look forward to these updates, it makes me so happy and more than willing to write this lovely series! Here’s to the new CB chapter; merry christmas eve eve! 

Warning: Ben cusses a bit and it’s some good shit

Word Count: 4K+

“A concert?” Sitting on the bar stool as your mother worked around the kitchen, you nodded. “How much?” Stopping in her tracks to look at you, you shook your head.

“Absolutely free! There’s no fee since they’re not like a profiting band, they just do small gigs.” You smiled, in hopes she’d say yes.

“A band? Is this that band you listen to on repeat? The only rock band out of all your music?” Slumping your shoulders, you slowly nodded. “What was it again? Knights of…Knights of…”

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Imagine the young Winchesters finding you and taking you with them Part 4

Author: see-the-fandom-imagines
Original Imagine/Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Warnings: none
Word Count: 1972
Summary: John leaves you to stay at Bobby’s

You’d been with the Winchesters for more than a year now. In this year you learned how to kill vampires, werewolfs, demons and a lot more. You knew how to handle a knife and a shotgun, only your hand-to-hand fighting had to be trained at even more. You were far beyond perfect, though. Furthermore you knew how to hold off demons, keep ghosts from entering and how to exorcise properly, extra points if the victim would still be alive.
In the mornings you’d go to school with Sam and Dean, afterwards doing homework with Sam, before training with Dean.
It was far away from an easy life, but you had known what you had engaged yourself in. You knew that you shouldn’t complain.

The first few weeks your body was over and over covered in all kinds of bruises, scratches and contusions and hurt with every step you had taken. But as you kept on fighting it got better and better.

You now were nearly twelve years old, Dean was seventeen and Sam had celebrated his thirteenth birthday about a month ago.
You had grown to like these boys very much. From the first night you had gone with them, they always had been there for you if you needed them.
In school no one ever tried to pick on you, for already on the first day was clear, Dean and Sam would be there to protect you from anyone who would dare to even look askant at you.

Though you didn’t need that protection, it didn’t annoy you at all. Sam, as well as Dean, were completely aware of the fact, that you were able to defend yourself. They didn’t want to protect you, because they thought, that you wouldn’t make it without them. They protected you, because they wanted to.

And for this, you loved those two boys even more.

Last week you had helped John with a case near Wisconsin. It was a simple ghost, not finding his peace. You had done the research and afterwards watched Dean and John’s back as they were digging up and burning the corpse. Sam, who kept you worried, especially on some of his silent days, refused to help, and you accepted that.

Though this was the reason why you usually did the most research by yourself, covering Sam, it was just on some days, that John would let you do something important as this.You weren’t exactly sure if he even trusted you, but he treated you as good as you could expect. And sometimes you even thought he may grew fond of you. But then again, you weren’t his daughter. You were his apprentice.

Actually you were a bit sad about this, never being really sure whether he actually was proud of your achievements, but your time would come. You were absolutely sure. You’d make it happen.

Summer holidays took place so Dean, Sam and you were accompanying John. But this time there was something slightly different.
It was the same division as ever. John sat in the drivers seat of the black Impala, Dean on the passenger seat, and Sam and you looked outside of the windows of the backseats. Especially in these times, holidays or whenever you had to change school, Sam was in a particularly bad mood. You knew how much he just wanted a normal life, and you couldn’t blame him. You chose, but he didn’t even have a chance. You really hoped that one day, he’d get the normal life he’d always wished for.
Suddenly, ripping you out of your thoughts, John begun to speak.
„I have a case near Minnesota.“ He made a small pause. „It could be something.“
You all knew what this meant. He had a hint to get the Yellow-Eyed Demon. The demon, that killed his wife, and Sam and Dean’s mother. Mary.
Immediately Dean started to listen attentively. He sat up straight, instead of slumping in his seat as usual. „Where exactly?“, he asked, but in vain. John ignored him.
„I’ll get you to Bobby for the time being“, he explained further, which caused Sam to relax for a second next to you and left you puzzled. Who was Bobby?
The sudden decision caused Dean to stiffen on his seat. „Please, Dad, let me come with you. I’m old enough. I could help you, you knw th-“

„Dean!“, John interrupted, but Dean kept on talking. „This isn’t just your fight! Let me help you!“

John looked stolidly at the street, clenching his jaw. Sometimes you wandered about what would go on inside his mind and in this second he looked like he would be struggling with himself, thinking of what he should do. But as soon as this second came it was gone and as he started to speak, his voice was resolute as always. „You’re going to go to Bobby. Did you understand me?“ Dean sighed and looked down. „Can’t we at least rent a motel room somewhere?“John looked at Dean, just for a second, before staring back at the road again. „Did you understand me?“
Dean glared at his father, looking as if he wanted to contradict, but didn’t say anything. Instead he leaned bakc in his seat, looking outside the window and whispered: „Yes, Sir.“
He was definitely hurt.
I got silent for a moment, until John turned up the music again. Typical Winchester reaction, you thought for yourself, but realised that this was the perfect chance for you to lean over to Sam and ask him the one question, that was wandering through your mind.
„Who is Bobby?“

„Boys!“, the bearded man with an old cap on his head, greeted Sam and Dean, a small smile on his face.
„Hey, Bobby“, Sam greeted raising his hand, while Dean sulkily looked onto the ground. Sam nudged him with his elbow. „Hey, Bobby“, Dean greeted now as well, leaving you over, slightly hidden behind them.
„And you must be (Y/N)“, Bobby said, reaching out his hand to you. You hesitated for a moment, before taking it, shaking hands with him, nodding. „Nice to meet you“, you whispered.
You didn’t really know what to think of this man.
„Why don’t you go inside? I just have a quick talk with your old man“, he suggested, whereupon you slowly went to the front door. But as soon as Dean was inside he quickly escaped again through an old back door.

„Dean“, you hissed. „What are you doing?“
Sam had already thrown himself onto the sofa, opening a book, definitely wanting to be alone. Quickly you followed Dean outside, wanting to know what he was up to. Dean had ssneaked behind a few old cars, standing in the drive way, until you both were close enough to hear what they were talking about.
„And this time, Bobby“, John urged. „They need to train. Especially (Y/n).“ You couldn’t see his expression, for all you could see was his back, but as soon as John had stopped talking Bobby had rolled his eyes. „Yeah, alright, alright.“ Bobby stopped him with a wave of his hand.
You three watched as John climbed into his car, turned and left the driveway to the road.
Dean tugged on your shirt. „Come on. Hurry“, he pushed you, and started to run back to the door you came through. Quickly you followed him, just to keep standing awkwardly in the room, while Dean jumped onto the sofa, right in the moment in which Bobby walked through the front door.

On the next morning, you woke up rather early. A qick look at your watch told you, it wasn’t even seven. Nonetheless you tumbled up from bed and tapped quietly down the stairs. Looking around you sighed. There was nothing you could do in here.
Slowly you approached the bookshelf, looking for something to read, that for once didn’t have anything to do with something supernatural.
A long time ago you loved those books. Fantasy over and over, with fairies, vampires and dragons. But now, since all of this became a sort of reality to you, you learned to prefer solid normal stuff, like biographies, or simple novels, sometimes as confusing as your life itself, sometimes completely clear and easy to understand. Well, whatever, because to your great displeasure, you didn’t find anything in these shelfs, except for big, old and dusty books about how to kill sirens and other stuff.
Sighing once again, you grabbed your jacket and went outside. If you couldn’t read, you would djust take a look around. There were lots and lots of old cars. Some ready to repair, or even driveable, some barely recognisable as cars. You stroked with your hands over the varnish of some cars, continuing your silent walk, through all these lost automobiles. They were old, broken, and to a large extent completely useless. But you liked the thought of them being lost. Their only purpose was to drive, to bring people from A to B, and once they weren’t able to do this anymore, they got here. The few of them that could be repaired, got something like a last reprieve, but the rest just waited here to die, or to give it’s innards to the other cars that still had a chance to live. You caught yourself smiling slightly. You liked this metaphor.
Furthermore, you liked this place. Between and behind these cars were the perfect place to hide yourself, to be alone if you wanted no one else around. Maybe these holidays wouldn’t be as bad as the others.

As you got back inside the house, Sam and Bobby were already awake. Dean would probably sleep until late noon, and you were just happy about this. Because this would mean, that he didn’t think about his father, and the fact that he had left him here.
„Morning, (Y/N)“, Sam greeted, giving you a small smile, whereupon Bobby, now noticing you as well, turned around. „Good morning.“ You nodded your head, but before you were able to answer, your own stomach interrupted you. Sam smirked. „Hungry?“, he asked and slightly embarassed by the loud noise you nodded. „Never eat Bobbys scrambled eggs, though“, Sam whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle. Bobby raised an eyebrow. „What was that?“ But Sam just put it off, winking at you one last time, before sitting down at the sofa. „Nothing“, you assured Bobby and looked for the kitchen.
„Do you have something to eat here?“, you asked, having spotted the probable kitchen. Followed by Bobby you stepped inside. „Of course I have. After all I’ve been exspecting you three kids, who would eat me out of house and home.“ You giggled quietly. Although his tone was completely serious, you felt that he didn’t really mean it.

Somehow you did like this big, bearded man who had looked so intimidating to you at first glance. „I can make breakfast“, you said, walking over to the refrigerator. Bobby looked for a moment, like he wanted to protest, but you interrupted him. „Sam told me about your… cooking skills“, you explained, looking quite amused at Bobbys expression. „Really, that’s okay, I make breakfast and cook for the boys all the time“, you assured, getting some eggs out of the refrigerator. „I thought so“, Bobby grumbled, and before you could respond something, he added: „Let me help you. I’m defintely not the best cook, but-“ „Oh, no problem, I always do it alone“, you assured, your eyes fixed on the eggs in your hands, as Bobby started to speak again.

„That’s exactly the reason, why I’m going to help you now.“
You tried to contain a smile, but failed miserably. Especially as you heard him mutter something to himself, while he looked outside of the window, exactly to the point where John had left a day ago. 


Imagine being reunited with Chris.

A/N: Here we are, here’s the epilogue. 😊 I shall be back soon with the next chapter of this lovely mini-series. Until then, I love you all, and thank you for joining me on this fabulous journey. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D’)

You were picking Chris up at the airport as he was finally home after nine months of being away from you. Though you saw each other quite a bit throughout the nine months, it was still nice to have him back and actually living in Los Angeles. There was no saying how long you were going to have him for as he had a few upcoming projects- his debut on Broadway being one of them. As proud as you were of him, you were definitely going to miss him when he had to leave again. So in preparation for that, you were going to appreciate every second you had with him. It started with a nice home cooked meal- Italian, ‘cause who didn’t love Italian food- at his house where you’d left Ava and Dodger to finish up while you headed to the airport. You thought you were just picking Chris up, so you were surprised to see Sebastian walk out of the arrival hall with him.

“Chris!” You pushed through the crowd and pounced on the bearded man in the ‘Guns & Roses’ cap. He dropped his backpack on the ground and hugged you back, lifting you off the ground. “It is so good to see you,” you told him, cupping his face in your hands as he lowered you back onto your feet. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s all sucked without you.” You told him and he nodded in agreement. The two of you reluctantly went your separate ways during the holidays; he’d gone home to his family in Boston and you’d stayed in Los Angeles with your family and Ava. It was pure torture, but neither of you could spare the little time you had to travel to each other so you painfully agreed to spend all three apart. But after Thanksgiving, you agreed- never again. The future holidays were to be spent like how you wrote your stories, alternately with each others’ families. “All the time I was thinking, what is Chris doing right now?”

“You’re telling me,” he chuckled. “I saw your Instagram posts and-” Sebastian cleared his throat, chuckling when you both turned and remembered he was standing there. “Sorry, Seb. Y/N,” he turned back to you, “Seb’s going to be crashing at my place for a few days. He’s here for a shoot and I told him he was more than welcome to stay with me.”

“So there’s going to be a roommate at your house too?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, then blushed deeply when both guys laughed. They clearly got your drift; a drift you wished you’d kept to yourself. “That’s not what I meant!” You protested, but it was too late. You’d said it, and they’d heard it.

“Man, I just thought of nine bad jokes that I can’t say,” Chris chuckled, picking his backpack up. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear as he slipped his hand into yours. “There are always hotels we can escape to if the roommate situation gets too bad.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you mumbled, biting back your smile. Chris and Sebastian both smirked at you with a mocking nod. “Shut up, jerks. And hey,” you laughed, playfully slapping Chris’ arm. “As my fiancé, you’re not meant to laugh at me.”

“Oh, really?” Chris quizzed with a raised brow and a smug smile. “'Cause I thought that was my main duty as your fiancé.” You chuckled, leaning into him when he pulled his hand out of yours to throw it around you instead. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you later tonight.” Sebastian snickered, which earned a scoff from you and Chris. “You know what, Seb, you can go live with Ava if you’re going to give us attitude.”

“If Ava doesn’t mind, and if the two of you don’t mind me crashing in Y/N’s bed then- hey, I’m more than happy to give you love birds some space.” Sebastian responded; you and Chris smirked at each other. “Oh, what?” He bit playfully, trying not to laugh because he knew what.

Sebastian and Ava had a bit of a friendship brewing. It started at Salt Lake City when you let them FaceTime through your phone, which was really a sneaky move on your part. You’d called Ava, claiming you wanted to check-in on her. But before she could even answer the call, you’d left your phone with Sebastian telling him you’d be back. You didn’t come back, he answered the call, and the rest as they say- was history. They exchanged contact details and had been texting a lot, to the point where Ava would stay up past her bedtime just to talk to him. They had a lot in common which made their getting along easy, and you were sure it wouldn’t be long before they fell in-love and became an official couple. You and Chris were excited for that, and though Ava and Sebastian were playing it cool- they were very, very excited for that too.

“Nothing,” you and Chris responded simultaneously with a knowing smile. “And we can see what Ava thinks of the idea 'cause she’s going to be at dinner.” You told Sebastian and you swore his face lit up. “We’re having Italian food, by the way. Home made, courtesy of myself and my brilliant sous-chef and best friend.”

“I could do with some good Italian food,” Chris grinned.

“Oh, me too,” you smiled. “And of course, some great Bostonian company.”

“Stop,” Chris chuckled, squeezing you tight against him. “You’re making me blush.”

“Both of you stop,” Sebastian laughed. “God, no wonder Ava hates being single around you two.”

“Saying her name for the second time, Sebastian Stan,” you teased him; Chris chuckled, and Sebastian laughed, but blushed fairly obviously. “Hey, if the two of you would like to have dinner without us- just say the word. Chris and I can go to a hotel, and you can show up to Chris’ alone and make it an official first date.”

“You know how you started pushing us together quite subtly?” Sebastian quizzed and you made a face, pretending like you didn’t know what he was talking about; Chris laughed at that. “Well,” he smiled as he said, “it’s becoming very obvious that you’re trying to get us together.”

“But you’re smiling about it, so clearly I’m on the right path,” you pointed it out to him and he chuckled. “Hey, I’m all for the two of you becoming something more but- I can only do so much,” you told him. “If you want to be with her, make a move. Don’t wait until it’s too late,” you said and Chris nodded in agreement. “Take it from the couple who could’ve avoided all that unnecessary hassle and been together a lot earlier.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded in agreement. “Ava’s a keeper. If you like her, keep her.” You looked up at Chris then laughed when he asked, “what?” You shook your head, trying not to giggle. “What?” He laughed, poking your side and making you squirm.

“Nothing,” you laughed, “that was just such a cheesy line.” You laughed harder when he shook his head, smiling. “It sounds like something I’d write in one of my stories, that’s how you know it’s cheesy. 'Cause you know me, I’m all about the cheese, fluff, and clichés.”

“What can I say, sweetheart?” He winked and you giggled. “I learned from the best,” he said then leaned in to kiss your cheek. Just as he was about to pull away, he whispered into your ear and drew a wide smile from you. “Just so you know, Y/N, you’re a straight up keeper too.”

“Believe me,” you wiggled your engagement ring at him. You both smiled when you said, “I know.”

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I’m sorry to the person who requested this that it took so long - I’ve only just realised that the list I was keeping of all the requests wasn’t in the right order. It’s hopefully been amended now but the couple of days without my computer really shook things up. Quite enjoyed this request, it was interesting deciding how the Avengers would stumble upon the relationship. The request was made by mattandbenedict but theunlikelyavenger asked to be tagged in anything with angst or secret keeping or both and this story fills at least one of those criteria. Enjoy, darlings!

Prompt: Steve and the reader are in a secret relationship since idk maybe 3 or 4 weeks and they trying to hide it, but somehow they get caught (kissing!?) by one of the avengers and the rest knows and teases them about it. <3

“Secret Keeping”

You sat at the table with Avengers, poking the rice with the prongs of your fork. Steve’s hand had slipped boldly onto your thigh during the course of the meal and, despite knowing he meant it as a purely romantic gesture, you still could feel yourself blushing profusely.
“Are you alright (y/n)?” Bruce asked subtly whilst the conversation was at its loudest. He was leaning over and peering into your face concernedly. You nodded politely.
“Yes, sorry. It’s a spicier curry than I’d anticipated.” You lied.

Recently you had become more practiced at lying and for good reason. When Steve was thawed, you’d been one of the few scientists responsible for keeping him alive afterwards. As a result, not only had you met the infamous Captain America but he’d also dropped your name at SHIELD so that you were employed with two more big names - Dr Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Both your job and home were now inside Avengers Tower and after many long nights spent helping Steve to cope with the modern world – as you felt was your responsibility having brought him into it – you soon began a relationship, right under the nose of your peers.

“If you’re feeling ill, I can take you back to your room.” Bruce offered with a soft smile. Cap interjected.
“Allow me.” He said, drawing the attention of the others at the table by standing up.
“Everythin’ alright Cap?” Tony asked with a cocked brow.
“Yes. I’m escorting (y/n) back to her room – she isn’t feeling well.” He stated before brashly taking your hand and practically yanking you out of your chair. As you left the room, you could feel the eyes of everyone in the room watching you.

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IMAGINE: The Avengers cheering you up during a hard time.

Warning: Low-selfesteem, insecurities?

AN: I dedicate this to myself since I’ve been feeling down lately, but I hope you still enjoy it!

The world didn’t seem to be smiling at you. You had been feeling down: you had a lot of work to do, your collage teacher was an ass to you, and time didn’t run in your favour. You thought that after that horrible week, you’d start the next one stronger. And you were wrong. Your work duplicated, and your self-esteem was now underground thanks to your teacher. That lovely 40 year old man, with an uncomfortable look coming from his eyes and a creepy smile, would take any opportunity to make a dumb joke about your looks, or make fun of your grades.

The Avengers, who were like a family to you, started to noticed about your humor change. They realized how you’d wake up a bit more early, without the need of that, with an emotionless face that basically said ‘I haven’t slept anything’. And your hands would shake a bit meanwhile you put your books in your bag. When coming back to the Stark Tower, you wouldn’t have lunch with them, not even in company. You’d lock yourself in your room, and do all of your work while eating a simple meal. You’d come out three hours later, just to go towards the lab for a couple of hours. Then, getting dressed in your sport clothes, you’d head yourself to the training room, which one was empty at that time of the day. No one would see how hard you punished yourself training inside, but some members of the team would stare awkwardly at you while you’d walk to your room again two hours later, covered in sweat. You would just walk outside to get your dinner, not more than a salad or a sandwich, and you wouldn’t be seen until the next day. Without talking to any of them, without a stop to take a breath, to relax. This wasn’t  you. There was something going on. And they were going to solve it.

It was finally Saturday again, and you could sleep until late without being disturbed. After you got up, you walked into the kitchen, just in a simple grey t-shirt and a pair of black leggings. Bruce was still having breakfast, and he smiled at you once you started to pour some coffe in your mug. It was nice to see someone give you a honest smile after two stressing weeks.

-How are your classes going? - he asked, after exchanging lazy 'Good Mornings’. You froze for a second, you couldn’t really tell him that it was going okay. Cause it wasn’t.

-Uhm, good. Lots of tests and readings and essays… you know, collage stuff. - you answered, apparently not sounding convincing enough.

-But are you doing okay, y/n? You seem a litte… distant lately. - But you looked away, just slightly nodding your head before finishing your coffe, and getting dressed for training.

One you arrived to the room, some of the team members were already there, exercising or practicing on their skills.  You dropped your bad, ready to do some fighting positions. After what seemed like 30 minutes,  someone came up to you. It was Bucky.

-Hey y/n.-he said in a low voice. You turned to look at him, and he had a worried look on his face, even though he was good at hiding it.

-Buck.-you answered, giving him a slight smile which he returned.

-Uhm, do you wanna… talk about anything?-he asked awkwardly, positioning himself in front of you, and joining you in your practice.

-Nothing in particular.-you said giggling.

-And… are you okay?.-he suddenly asked, his face almost touching yours, after stopping one of your punches easily. You started to get suspicious.

-I’m fine, Buck. - you said, with a confused look. - Are you?

-No, I’m worried about you.-he whispered, with a little blush creeping on his cheeks. You had to look away, his presence was now making you nervous.

-Hey guys! -you heard a voice behind Bucky, Captain America’s face appearing.

-Hey Cap.- you greeted, separating yourself from Bucky.

-Cap.-Bucky said with a movement of head.

-y/n, you’re training with us? -Steve asked. You were going to say yes, but you needed to be alone. You really didn’t want to train with two perfectly fit boys in some leggings and a top. You instantly thought that it didn’t look good enough on you.

-Uhm, I think I’m gonna go for a run outside. -you smiled at them, and quickly got your stuff and your bag, coverng your body with it while you left the room and leaving Bucky and Steve confused. They were starting to understand what was your problem.


After you ran around the city, you went back to the Stark tower. You wanted to let your mind travel far away, and do not let your worries bother you for a moment. But it happened to be almost impossible, as if some had been in your head all the time.

And, when you were greeted by a worried Wanda, you understood. That little witch had been reading your mind for some reason.

-I’m sorry…-she said, still worried, after reading your mind again.

-Just…why? Why did you read my mind? -you asked her- You never do that.

-Natasha had told me a few days ago how something was bothering you. Her and Clint were the first ones to notice. You had been distant lately, locking yourself in your room and barely ea…

-Stop.-you finally said. Many bad thoughts about yourself were now going through your mind, blaming yourself for being this dramatic, and making the team lose their time trying to figure out your problems, for being a bother, for being insecure. It was enough to make Wanda feel dizzy, and looked at you as if you were going to dissapear at any moment.

-I… I need a break.-you said, your voice sounded weak. You ran towards your room, passing Clint and Thor, who were sitting comfortable on the living room sofa.

You walked straight into your shower, forgetting about everything. You needed to relax.


There was no need to wear fancy clothes in the lab, so you dressed yourself with some black jeans, a basic pale t-shirt and a jean flannel, and took a bit of food with you so you could have dinner while working on your project. The laboratory was surprisingly empty, so you took as much space as possible, and started reading your science book, writing down the most important facts. Once you finished your meal, you got many different substances, and got ready to work. It took you a lot of time and concentration to make you were mixing the correct substances, and proving the different results.

After an hour or so, the smell of the different substances floating on the air started to make you feel sick. Your vision blurried just at the point when you were pouring a green liquid into a red one, and some drops slipped out of the glass container, and you quickly reacted.

-Shit.- you said. Dropping everything in the metal table, you ran fast towards the sink, opening the tap. You let the cold water hit your skin, and the pain slowly went away. You looked at your hand, and saw the little white burning scar that probably would stay in there for a long long time.

Someone opened the door, and you saw Tony coming in. He looked worried.

-Hey y/n, I need you for a minute…-he said, his eyes traveling through the room, and stopping at the weird mixting.

-Sure. -You said, walking behind him through the hallways and leaving the mess you caused.

He guided you to the common room, where all of the Avengers were gatehered.

-What in the world is go…

-Would you let us speak? -Tony said in a soft voice. You nodded, feeling completely unarmed while everyone was looking at you, standing right in front of them.

-We have noticed your behavior lately, y/n. We are worried. -Steve said.-You can count on us.

-We are family.-Clint said, making everyone nod.

-No matter what’s the bother to you, we’ll help you with everything. You need to know that.-Natasha spoke. She barely expressed any emotion with anyone, yet she had taken care of you as a sister, and you were highly grateful.

-Lady y/n, there’s no one better to help you than us, I’m sure. -Thor smiled.

-We want you to tell us by yourself.-Tony said, with a sympathetic look.

And you did. You told them everything. You told them your insecurities. Your fears. You told them about your teacher, about your low self-esteem, about everything. You breathed heavy and felt your chest up and down, after you were done with your speech. Your head was pounding, you had talked really fast, hoping everything would solve as quickly as possible.

-Hun, you are…perfect. You, you y/n. You don’t need to change anything. Not about your body or your mind. We all love you the way you are. -Bucky was the first one to speak.

-Oh love, you really are wrong. If you could see yourself from our point of view… -Clint continued.

-I just need your techer’s adress and two hours. You’ll never see that fucker again. -Nat interrumped. You smiled, it was impossible not to when you were with her. Her face softened when she heard your laugh.- Everything’s gonna be okay.

-I second Nat’s propose. Even though I could get him fired of his job in less that 2 hours.-Tony said, dropping his arm around your shoulders, not leaving your side as a protective father.

-y/n, you need to understand how important you are to this team. As an agent, as a person, as everything. -Steve said.- We got your back.

-We won’t let you fall. Not again. -you heard Wanda’s voice in your head, and you smiled. You were so grateful.

-¡Group hug!-Tony said, and everyone quickly ran up to you, forming a big ball of human bodies laughing.

-So,¿are we going out tonight?-you heard Clint’s voice from somewhere in the hug.

-¡Mcdonalds! -Wanda said.

-¡Stark’s paying! -Bruce voice said. You coudln’t help but laugh. Moments like this made you happy.

Pietro/Steve x Reader

Characters: Pietro Maximoff + Steve Rogers.

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers.

Word Count: 1092

Warnings: Flirting.

Mine/Request Request. Hi! Could you do one where the reader is dating Cap but he’s on a mission when reader first meets Pietro and Pietro starts to have a crush on the reader. Readers too nice to tell him and all of the other avengers think its hilarious. Cap comes back to see Pietro asking out his girl. You can do whatever you want after that. Thanks!!!

Credit to original gif owner.

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AN: Sorry for being gone. I’ve been working on some art stuff. Anyways, thanks for being patient. (THIS GIF IS MINE. I MADE IT.)

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Plot: Hey I have a prompt that ever since becoming an avenger Pietro becomes quite cocky and kind of loses sight of why he joined in the first place and all the avengers (especially Wanda) are really sick if it and in whatever way you want to write it he gets humbled somehow. Idk you can play with it however you want if you’re up for it ~Anon



You wiped the sweat from your forehead, and continued to throw punches at the worn down punching bag. You hit it harder and harder, steadying your breathing as you went along. 

“Someone’s a little on edge today.”

Startled, you turned to see Steve behind you.

“Sorry.” You murmured.

“You okay, Y/N?” Steve questioned.

“Not really, but I’ll get over it.”

“Is this about Pietro?”

“Maybe.” You admitted while unwrapping the tape on your knuckles.

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Girl Underwater by Annie Cardi

I used to dive for pennies in my grandparents’ above-ground pool, over and over. My grandpa would stand on the edge and toss a handful in, plop plop plop, and I’d dip under the water and kick to the bottom. It was only about five feet deep, but it felt like a separate world, under the water. I’d swipe my hand along the fiberglass and pick them up one by one. When I kicked back to the surface, it felt like I’d been gone longer than I actually had.

“Throw them again,” I’d tell Gramps, pressing the coins into his hand.

He’d throw them, and I’d dive and on and on and on until my skin wrinkled and Gram called us in.

“Where’s Gracie?” Gram would ask, throwing a beach towel around me. “All I see is a little fish with freckles.”

“It’s me, it’s me!” I’d laugh, but I’d fall asleep remembering how the water felt against my skin, diving down and back again.

That’s what I keep thinking about. Since the strip turned blue, I don’t think of it as a embryo or a fetus or a baby. When I think of what’s inside me, I imagine something swimming around my stomach, like a fish in a bowl.


I haven’t told Gram or Gramps. I haven’t told Owen, since we technically aren’t together anyway and it only happened a few times, mostly after swim team parties. I haven’t told Coach Wrede, even though she knows something’s up because my times have been shit recently and I’m distracted even though the Silton Valley Invitational is coming up and I need to get my head in the game.

The only person I’ve told is Cora, and only her because I took the pregnancy test in the locker room bathroom after practice. I thought everyone else had gone, but she was still there, waiting for her mom who was running late and she found me crying in one of the shower stalls.

“Shit,” she said when she saw the test.

“Yeah,” I said, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

“What are you gonna do?” she asked.

I’m ranked fifth in the US for 200M fly, and I’d given a verbal to Berkeley, which is close enough that I could still drive home and see Gram and Gramps every couple weeks, depending on meets and practices. People talked about the Olympics, told me I was going places. Gram and Gramps were proud of how I’d go to college, how I wouldn’t end up like my mom. I couldn’t let them down. And I didn’t want to give up the girl I was in the water.

But I didn’t tell Cora that. I just shook my head at her, and she sat next to me and let me cry for a while.

After that she didn’t bring it up, so I thought she felt weird about it or was trying to keep her distance, but she catches up to me in the parking lot for morning practice and says, “Hey, how’s…you know.”

“I have an appointment,” I tell her. “Friday morning. They didn’t make me tell me grandparents.”

She nods. “There are laws in other states but not here. I looked it up.”

We crunch through the snow and into the gym. In the locker room we strip off our parkas and boots, slip on our suits and swim caps. Other girls are talking about the weekend plans or laughing, and Cora says to me, “Are you going with anyone? I could go with you.”

When Cora and I were freshman, we shared headphones on the bus to meets, singing along to whatever was playing at the top of our lungs. When I completely bombed my first meet, she cheered me up with adorable animal videos on the ride back.

So when I nod and say “Thanks,” it feels like not enough. It feels like I’m drowning and she’s reaching her hand out and pulling me back to the surface.

But then Coach Wrede yells for us to hustle, and we rush out of the locker room and into the water.


Cora picks me up early Saturday morning. I tell Gram we’re going to an extra practice, kiss her on the cheek, and swing on my coat. Outside, it’s raw and icy, but Cora’s car is warm and she’s playing something with acoustic guitar and an autoharp and a smoky-voiced girl singer.

At the clinic, I fill out forms and answer questions about my medical history and if I feel safe at home. When a nurse calls me in, my hands are shaking and my knees are locking, because I don’t know how I ended up here. But Cora smiles a little at me and says, “I’ll see you after. It’ll be fine.”

The nurses and doctor talk in steady voices. They give me something for the pain and something to relax me, and I lay on the table while they get me ready for the procedure. On the ceiling above me is a picture of a tropical island, probably torn from an old calendar, with palm trees and white sand and blue, blue water. I breathe in and out, in and out.

“You’re doing great,” the nurse says. “Almost over.”

When it’s over, I pull back on my parka and boots. In the waiting room, Cora is still there, like she promised she would be.


I take a few days off from swim practice because of the bleeding.; Cora tells Coach Wrede it’s a stomach bug, which is what I tell Gram as well. I curl up in bed, thick pad between my legs, and read books on my shelf I haven’t touched since I was little—Bridge to Terabithia and Matilda and Island of the Blue Dolphins.

When I sleep, I dream about the team. We’re getting ready for the Invitational, and everyone is doing their pre-race rituals—stretching, a certain number of push-ups, bagels and almond butter and bananas—but then the rituals change and people are singing or doing handstands or wearing prom dresses. Coach Wrede yells that we’re late, and we all get into the pool at the same time, which seems wrong but then everyone is underwater and walking upside down and I’m the only one who doesn’t know how. And suddenly the pool is filling with fish, tropical kinds and jellyfish floating like paper lanterns. When I try to reach out and touch one, it passes through my fingers.


At the Invitational, my hands are shaky and I keep telling myself to breathe, in and out, in and out. My toenails are painted blue, I do ten push ups and ten crunches in the locker room, and I ate the almond butter on toast Gramps made me for breakfast like every race morning, but I feel like it’s my first meet again.

Cora nudges me when we’re heading out of the locker room. “You got this, Gracie,” she tells me.

“Thanks. You too.” I inhale, exhale. “It’ll be fine.”

In the stands, Gram and Gramps are sitting close together, and wave when they see me. When it’s the 200M fly, I line up on my starting block and repeat over and over in my head: it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be fine.

I hear the whistle and my body responds.

In the water, I’m fast and sleek and I feel right. My arms are pumping and my legs are kicking, and I break the surface to breathe and then back down again. The 200M fly is a tough event and I’m up for it, because I love the water and how my body moves through it. I love the smell of the chlorine and hearing the cheers through the water and how even with the other swimmers, it’s me in my lane and I was born to do this. I’m faster than the other girls. I’m moving toward everything that’s ahead and I’m kicking and flying and I’m going to make it, I’m going to be fine.

I keep moving.

Despite it not being my type of music, I really liked the song from this request. That being said, it didn’t make this request any easier to write. I had a lot of ideas but none of them really made much sense so I’m anxious about how it will go down. Ultimately I mixed it with another request to try and overcome my writer’s block. So this post is an amalgamation of the requests by @illusionsacid​ and @buckybaerrns​. Hope you like it!

Prompt:  A Bucky fic based of off a song called holy by Pvris ?(: your writing is amazing

Hey can I get a fanfic/oneshot where the reader is a fairly new amputee and Bucky meets her and is really welcoming but also surprised??? Sorry it’s vague!

“Poor Unfortunate Soul”

You’d been away for a while. Too long, apparently. After an… unexpected event, what should have been a week long operation became a month long. But you really didn’t like to think about it.

Instead you thought about Bucky. Poor, fractured, amazing Bucky Barnes. Steve may have been Bucky’s best friend but you were his anchor, keeping him grounded in the times when Steve couldn’t. As close as they were, neither of them were accustomed to a such a volatile Bucky and sometimes the whirlwind of emotions left Cap unable to help. That was the point at which you stepped in.

You’d been undercover in HYDRA enough times to know how they would’ve treated him. An amalgamation of their techniques and your own compassion brought him down from the ceiling and back to reality.

However, one month was all it took to send him spiralling again. You leaned against the door to his quarters within Stark Tower, waiting for the sound of crashing and yelling and crying to subside. Every time that you thought he might’ve calmed of his own accord, you heard him start up again.

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The sequel to “The Soldier’s Plan” as requested by nerd-kat–hell-yes. Enjoy!

I freaking loved The Soldier’s Plan! That was so adorable and clever. Would you mind maybe making a second part to it about what happens after the mini dance party?

“The Soldier’s Plan” (Part 2)

Part 1

The dance party had gone on for much longer than you had anticipated. Steve was dragged around by Natasha for a couple of hours and whenever he got a break, you began dancing with Pietro to avoid him. Truthfully, you felt slightly proud for being able to get such a jealous expression out of the legendary Steve Rogers.

When everyone finally admitted that enough was enough, the Avengers began filing out of your room. Taking the CD out of the stereo, you returned to the cabinet where you kept the cases. Reaching up, you attempted to grab the case for your ‘Queen – Greatest Hits’ album but as a result of Pietro being the one who obtained it, the box was little out of your reach.

Suddenly you felt two large hands on your waist as Cap – who you hadn’t realised was still in the room – lifted you higher. After a surprised whimper, you soon retrieved the case, placed the disc inside and returned it to the shelf. Steve then let you to the ground.
“Hey.” He said with a smile. You smiled back – unsure what else to say.
“So…” Steve began.
“We never actually finished our dance.”
“We did sort of get side-tracked, didn’t we?”
“Yes, and I still need some rehearsal.” He reminded you before placing a pointed finger on his chin.

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Poor Pietro. Anyway, I didn’t know quite what to do with this one. I’ve left a lot up to the imagination here - I’m tired 24/7 atm so I lost some of the momentum. That being siad, my exhausted mind really enjoyed writing this and is under the illusion it might actually be sort of half-decent. Let me know what you think. @agentpiku made the original request but both they and @thegirlwiththeimpala requested a second chapter. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: AAAHHH OMG ARK WAS SO GOOD!!! I would love to see a part 2 if you ever wanted to continue :D

I really like Ark and I would love to read another chapter!! 💕

“Ark” (Part 2)

Part 1

“Remind me why we’re flying again?” Pietro asked. Tony cocked an eyebrow.
“The kid’s all speed but no height,” he chuckled. “Well, the message we received called for the entire team, and somehow I don’t think a walking bus is the best way to transport every single one of us, no matter where we’re going.”

“The entire team?” Pietro reiterated. On his wrist was a swanky new watch that Fury had given to him for contacting other members of the team. Wanda had one too. He fiddled with it as Tony continued to speak.
“Yes, the entire team. Do you see anybody missing?”

Truth be told everybody was here. Black Widow and Hawkeye were up front, in the pilot and co-pilot seats respectively, whilst Cap, Iron Man, Vision, and Wanda accompanied him in the hangar. Even Falcon and War Machine had tagged along.

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Ah, Paris! Things are hotting up now. Thanks again to @imagine-that-marvel and @marveliskindacool for beta-reading, and @sxnali for giving feedback on the last chapter. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: I just caught up on Spyfall and it’s such a great, creative story!!! I love it so far!!

‘Spyfall’ (Part 5)

Part 4

The hotel stretched into the sky, carving at the clouds at its peak. It stood above the city of Paris like a monument to the city’s structure and integrity. Windows dotted each face and sparkled in the sunlight, a great revolving door with gold frame and pristine glass spun in circles as aristocrats and bureaucrats moved through its many shimmering panels, and marble steps beckoned them closer, at the top of which a gentleman in a green coat and cap awaited your arrival.

“Well, doesn’t this look like a dump,” Bucky chuckled as he adjusted the backpack on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but stare up at the soaring roof of the building.
“SHIELD is paying, and I’m not about to spend my first time in Paris in a motel. Plus, the mass of people will give us some cover.” You had packed your things into a sleek black suitcase but despite how smart you thought it had looked, you still felt underdressed in comparison to the woman in a (hopefully fake) fur coat on the other side of the revolving doors.

After you checked in and admired the grand reception, you located your room on the almost-top floor. Bucky threw his bag at the foot of the bed and leapt onto the mattress. You weren’t far behind him and entered the room just in time to hear him sigh happily into the soft bedding. You rolled your eyes and put your suitcase by your own bed.

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