who wants to be her douchebag dad with me

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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Daddy's Devil

Dean x Reader

Imagine being Lucifer’s daughter ad being taken by the Winchesters, but it’s not an average kidnapping.

Warnings: Language and something else

Word count: 579

   “You guys can’t just fucking keep me here. I’ve got shit to do, people to see,” you were stuck in some secret room, where exactly? You had no idea.

   “Oh and by ‘people to see’ you must mean kill,” Dean the douchebag, your dad was right. Winchesters were slippery snake little bastards. He smiled at his response, thinking he was clever.

   “You’re smile makes me want to kill myself,” instantly his smile was gone. “I heard about how you like to have certain fun activities with girls, and maybe boys?” you glanced at the angel Castiel. “I mean who could blame people for falling into bed with you. You’re hotter than the bottom of my laptop,”

   “She’s just like her annoying narcissistic dad,” Sam rolled his eyes, looking at you.

   “What can I say? I was made in Hell by Satan,” regardless of the fact that you had some magical handcuff things attached to your wrists, that you weren’t quite sure what they were, you were still the same smartass as always.

   “Don’t tell me you’re jealous that you can’t be a real girl,” as much as you hated to admit it, Dean was kind of like you.

   “I’m not jealous. I just fucking hate you,” all three of the boy’s looks turned sour. “I’m a flawless radiant creature and I’ll never falter under your hate,” a cute innocent smile appeared on your face.

   “Stop talking, God just stop talking,” now the oldest Winchester was holding his head in annoyance.

   “Hey! Watch your tone! That’s my grandpa you’re talking about,” a short giggle came from you’re still smiling lips. “If you want me to shut up-then make me,” your smile turned into a sick twisted smirk. You watched as Dean and the others turned and left. “Awe damn, looks like I bored you to death. Don’t leave! I need something to do!” to your surprise, Dean shut the “doors” and turned around. Now it was just the two of you.

   “I couldn’t care less what you want from any of us. You’re going to tell me where we can find Lucifer. He must’ve found a new vessel by now. It’s been weeks since his Vince Vicente thing,” he was mad, oh how you loved watching how the lack of information got under his skin.

   “Couldn’t care less about your teenage drama problems with Daddy Dearest,” now you were peering up into his eyes as he walked closer to you.

   “Well aren’t you just an adorable bundle of joy,” he touched your head, grabbing the side of your hair and pulling it as he did so.

   “Don’t fucking touch me you cunt,” trying your best to pull away, you spat the words at him. That’s when you noticed it. He had a thing for you. You peered into his eyes , looking at how he got a rise out of watching you fight him off. “Oh Dean, don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for lil’ old me,” his face turned cold. “You’re so sweet you just might give me diabetes,” instantly he presse his lips harshly against yours, having your hand tied up it was hard to return the favor. Pulling back reluctantly and gasping for air as you kept your hands in his perfect hair you spoke softly. “Don’t you need me to lead you back to my Daddy tonight?”

   “Not tonight,” he began to uncuff you, and you let him willingly. “Tonight-we’re gonna fuck shit up,” who would’ve thought Dean Winchester had a kink for the devils daughter?

Big News- C.H.

Your best friend Calum has been there with you through it all. When you call him up to tell him some big news, you had no idea how much your lives were about to change.

Wow sorry this is actually really long, but I just let my mind take me wherever it wanted to go. I am pretty proud of this one, but I wanna know what you guys think! Feel free to leave some constructive criticism so I can write some better stuff for you guys! xx

Word Count: 3148 (shit that is really long lol)

YOUR POV

You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Your moms had been best friends, so Calum had always just been there. You two were inseparable as kids, and even now, in your 20s, you were still a close-knit pair. He had been there through everything. Every bad grade, every broken bone, every broken heart. You could count on Calum for anything. Now that you were older, Calum was your go to drinking buddy. If you had good news, you would celebrate with a drink. If you had bad news, you would cry with a drink. He was always down for a good party as long as there was alcohol involved. You two were kind of crazy together, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Calum was someone that you could tell anything, and you wouldn’t be worried that he would judge you because he never would. He always understood you and loved you for who you were.

You hoped that that was still true as you dial Calum’s number; you needed someone who would be there for you right now, especially right now.
You call Calum, crying. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” He knew right away that something was not right. You tried to talk to him between the sobs but you could barely get a word out. “I have news, pretty big news.” “Good or bad? Calum asks hesitantly. You can’t really answer at this point because you are crying too much. “(Y/N), I’m on my way over to your house. And I’ll bring the vodka.” This only made you cry harder. You had no idea how you were going to tell Calum what was going on. You hadn’t even processed it yourself. Soon, you hear a car screeching to a stop in your driveway. You bury your face in the blanket you were wrapped up in as Calum comes in through the front door. You hear him go straight to the kitchen to get glasses for your drinks. You finally look up when you feel him plop down on the other side of the couch. He tries to hand you a glass of vodka with ice, but you just shake your head. This is how Calum knows this is something serious; you never turned down a drink with him. He looks into your tear-filled eyes and prompts you to start talking. You start to cry again as you say, “Matt and I broke up.” He scoots over on the couch and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “(Y/N) what happened? You guys were so good together.” Your shoulders shake as you tell him that you got into a fight about having kids. “Kids?” Calum asks, “Isn’t it a little early to start talking about having kids? You are only 21. There will be plenty of time to talk about having kids in the future.” At this, the tears start falling more steadily down your face. “He said he never wants to have kids. Never. How can I stay with someone who never wants to have kids, Cal?” He pulls you to his chest, the tears now soaking the grey shirt that he is wearing. He kisses your forehead as you sob into his chest. “So it was bad news then,” Calum says. He just assumed that that must be the only thing you had to tell him. You shake your head, and he looks at you confused. “You and Matt broke up. That sounds like pretty bad news to me. (Y/N), you need this drink more than I do.” You just shake your head and push the glass away again. “I can’t,” you say barely louder than a whisper. “Why?” Calum asks, not understanding why you don’t want to drink. You look him in the eyes, wishing you had that liquid courage to say this out loud. “I’m pregnant. That’s the big news,” you whisper, looking at his face to gauge his reaction. His eyes get really wide and his mouth keeps opening like he is going to say something, but then it closes again. Finally, he mutters, “That fucker.” You start to cry more and Calum just pulls you into him again.

After what seems like hours of crying, you are finally out of tears; there is nothing left to cry. You just feel drained and sleepy. Calum looks down at you and wipes the tears off of your face. “(Y/N), I hope you know that even though the idea of kids scares the shit out of me, I will be there for you throughout this whole thing. Anything you need, I will be there as your best friend and even as a babysitter. Matt is such a dick for breaking up with you because you are pregnant with his baby. That’s so fucked up, but I just want you to know that I am here for you.” A small smile appears on your face. “Thanks Cal. I am so lucky to have you in my life.” You close your eyes and start to drift off before you can see the way Calum looks down at you, like he couldn’t imagine ever holding someone else in his arms like this.

*Nine Months Later*

Calum is wincing as you squeeze his hand to the point of breaking. “(Y/N), you are almost there, you can do this. Just a little bit longer.” You scream as you push one last time, and crying with a sense of relief that your baby girl has been safely delivered. Calum, his face white and sweaty, looks like he might pass out, but the nurse hands him your baby girl. They usually only let relatives in the delivery room, but Calum is your family. He has been there throughout every part of this pregnancy, from the late night cravings to the false contractions that terrified you. He was there to feel this baby kick for the first time, and even sang to your stomach—Calum had always had such an amazing voice—because he read that the baby could hear what was going on in the outside world. Right now, he was looking at you, your baby girl in his arms, and he looks scared and awed at the same time. He starts to get teary-eyed as he passes the baby to you. Holding your daughter for the first time, looking at her beautiful blue eyes and dark hair on her tiny little head, you knew nothing would ever matter as much as her. “Linley Kae, welcome to the world baby girl.”

*Years Later*

“Lin!! Come to your room! We need to get a bag packed. You are going to stay with Uncle Cal while I go on my business trip!” Your little girl comes running into the room. “Yay! I love staying with Uncle Cal!” she shouts as she runs around the room. You giggle as you look at how pretty your little girl is growing up to be. She has gorgeous blue eyes; it’s like looking into crystal-clear water. Her long, dark, straight hair falls around her face and down her back. She is growing up so fast, and it’s kind of scaring you how fast the time is flying by. It seems like just yesterday you were holding her for the first time, watching her take her first steps for the first time, hearing her first word, which just happened to be Cal; you had never seen him so happy in your entire life. Now she had grown into this beautiful little girl who was starting school soon. Watching her grab some of her favorite clothes and throwing them into a bag makes you happy and sad at the same time. This would be the first time who were leaving her for an extended period of time. You would be gone three days, and it scared you to leave her. You knew Calum would be amazing with her; you trusted him with Linley as much as you trusted yourself with her, but it is still scary leaving your baby girl with someone else for the first time. After she was all packed up, you got her into the car and buckled up in her booster seat. The drive to Calum’s was pretty short; he had a place not too far away, which was nice in case you needed help with Linley. At first, Calum seemed scared and nervous around Lin, but now his face breaks into a huge grin whenever he sees her. He has really been amazing with her; he is pretty much like a dad to her. You have been so lucky to have someone like Calum to always be there for the both of you. You get to Calum’s and see him standing in the doorway of his home. You wave to him and get out of the car to help Linley out of her car seat. She is already running toward Calum when you call out, “I love you baby girl!” She comes running back and wraps her arms around your middle. “I love you Mommy! I’ll see you soon!” She runs past Calum and into the house. “Cal, thank you so much for taking her for a couple days. She has been talking about staying with Uncle Cal for days now. You better be careful; she might not want to come back to live with me once I get back,” you say with a laugh. He gives you a hug, one of those hugs where you just want to stay in their arms forever and never let go. “Have fun on your trip, (Y/N). And don’t worry, Linley will be safe with me.” You smile and look into those beautiful dark eyes of his. “I know she will be.”

CALUM’S POV

I watch (Y/N) pull out of the driveway and drive away. She is leaving me with little Linley for a couple of days. This will be the first time I am watching over her for this long. Usually it’s just like a couple hours if (Y/N) has a work emergency or something. I am kind of nervous, but I have been helping (Y/N) out with Linley for a long time now. I used to be terrified to watch her. I was only 22 when she was born; I didn’t know anything about being a parent. I know that I wasn’t Linley’s actual dad (that guy was a douchebag who wanted nothing to do with her), but I felt the same responsibility to her as any real parent would, and that scared the shit out of me. (Y/N) was so young; she needed help, and I wasn’t going to let her do this alone. The first time I ever held Linley, in the hospital after she was just born, I knew this little girl would have me wrapped around her finger. When her little hand wrapped itself around my finger, I was a goner. This little girl had my heart, well part of it anyway (someone else already had a tight grip on my heart, whether she knew it or not). But that didn’t stop me from being scared. (Y/N) would leave me with this little baby for an hour while she ran an errand or two, and I would be too nervous to do anything but hold her. I would just sit on the couch, holding a crying baby until (Y/N) got back. Eventually, we warmed up to each other. Her first word was Cal. Her first word was MY name. I was so happy that when I left (Y/N)’s place, I actually cried. I never told her that though; she probably would have laughed at me. Over the years, Linley started asking to come over to Uncle Cal’s place. I felt privileged that this little girl loved me that much. I loved her even more if that was possible. I would have never thought that I could be like a dad at such a young age, but I am so happy that things happened the way they did. I did feel bad that (Y/N) didn’t have Linley’s father to help out, but I was kind of relieved that he was out of her life. He seemed like a good guy at first, but I had never really liked him all that much. However, that may have been for a completely different reason all together. It was always just (Y/N) and me, the two of us against the world; it was hard to have to share her. Now Linley is with us two, the three of us happy together.

I go to find where little Linley ran off to. She is in the room I had designated as her room. There are toys in there for her and little twin bed with pink sheets. There is even a princess canopy hanging over the bed. I had put this together for her whenever she had to come stay with me. She hugs me when she sees me. “Come play with me, Cal!” I laugh at how cute she is, and sit in the little pink chair in the corner of the room. We play for hours before it’s time for dinner. I make her a bowl of mac and cheese, and then I take her upstairs to get her ready for bed. After a bath and brushing teeth, I tuck her into bed. I turn off the light, and I hear a little squeal. “Uncle Cal, I’m scared of the dark.” I thought this might happen, so I turned on a little princess castle night light I had bought. Linley smiled and asked if I could stay with her until she fell asleep. I smiled, “I will even sing you to sleep if you want.” She nodded her head and clapped her hands. I laughed and sat down on the side of the bed. I sang to her like I used to when she wasn’t even born yet. Soon she is drifting off to sleep, so I tuck her into the blankets and kiss her forehead. She rolls over and mutters quietly, “Goodnight Daddy.” I freeze. She has never called me that before. I’m sure it was just the grogginess of sleep talking. She is probably just curious about her own dad and got confused. But there is something inside of me that feels like it’s clicking into place. I didn’t know I needed this until this very moment; I want to be her dad. I want to take her to her first day of school. I want to teach her how to ride a bike. I want to teach her how to drive a car. I want to warn the boys that they better treat her right or else. I have never been this sure about anything in my life, expect maybe being in love. I am 100 percent sure that I am in love and this little girl is one of the many reasons I know that it’s true. I had to say something before it was too late.

The three days I had Linley went by so fast; I felt jipped. I wanted more time with her. I hear (Y/N)’s car pull into the driveway, and I grab Lin’s bag as she runs outside to see her mom. (Y/N) picks Linley up and almost starts crying when she sees her. I need this. I need this in my life. (Y/N) puts Linley in the car and gets her all buckled up. I put her bag in the back of the car and walk over to (Y/N). “Cal, thank you so much! She can’t stop talking about how much fun she had. She wasn’t too much trouble was she?” “No, not at all. That kid is an angel,” I smile sadly. It’s now or never, Calum, I think to myself.  “Hey, there is something I have to say that I have been wanting to say for a really long time now.” (Y/N) looks up into your eyes, her stunning eyes piercing through me. “Yeah, what’s up?” she asks hesitantly. I take a deep breath before I start. “(Y/N), I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. When I found out you were going to have Linley, I was scared because I knew I loved you, but I didn’t think I would be cut out to be a parent. I didn’t think I would be able to be a responsible guy with a little girl; I liked to party too much. But now, everything has changed. Linley called me Dad the other day, and sure it was an accident, but I realized that that is what I want, (Y/N). I want you and Linley to be mine. I want you to be my wife, and I want Linley to be my daughter. And I know I’m probably scaring the shit out of you right now, but feel free to cut me off—(Y/N)’s lips crash into mine before I can even get out another word. I am shocked at first, but then I kiss her back hard. Finally, she pulls away from the kiss, tears in her eyes, and laughs. God I have always loved her laugh. “Cal, I knew from the first time I saw you holding Linley that you were meant to be her dad. That you were meant to be mine. We have been through everything together, and you have always been there for me. And Linley looks up to you and loves you so much. This is what I want too. I have never wanted anything more.” “(Y/N), I know I don’t have a ring or anything, but marry me.” She just nodded before I wrap her in my arms, and I am never going to let go.

YOUR POV

*One Year Later*

You are sitting on top of the toilet seat in the bathroom, thinking about all that has happened in the past year while waiting for the timer to go off. Calum proposing; Linley helping you pick out a wedding dress (“You look like a princess, Mommy!”); Linley walking down the aisle, throwing flower petals and twirling in her dress; Calum adopting Linley to be her real dad. Everything has led up to this moment, waiting, just waiting. Finally the timer goes off. You sit up straight, suddenly nervous, before you look down at the pregnancy test. You smile as you see the two little pink lines. You can’t wait to tell Calum. He might be surprised, but hopefully he will be as happy as you feel right now. You hear his car pull into the driveway. You run out of the bathroom and outside to meet him. You jump into his arms and he laughs as he spins you around. “Why do you look so happy (Y/N)?” You smile before you say, “I have news, pretty big news actually.”