yeah um i listen to classical music in my spare time

Stand by You

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1510

A/N: Might make a second part. Idk.

Things were rough for Bucky. He had gone through so much. When Steve found him, he wanted to keep Bucky safe for as long as he can. That’s why he called you. You never gave him a reason not to trust you. You were a genuine person that he just happened to stumble upon when he was getting re-associated with the modern world. He knew to keep you close just in case something were to happen. He was glad he did.

When Steve called you late in the night, you were worried, “Steve, is something wrong?”

He was panting on the other side of the line, “Uh, kinda. Can I come to your place? It’s important.”

“Yeah. Are you hurt?”

“No, nothing like that. I have to go. I’ll see you in a bit.” Then the line went dead. 

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Calum - Betrayal Part 3

Here’s Part 3 and thank you for all the requests and lovely things you’ve said about this series! There’s a lot of Calum in this part, which I’m sure is what you all want. Request for the next part, if you want to find out how she responds!!


Part 1, Part 2

Awkwardly, I froze in complete shock at the sight of Calum Hood stood on the other side of my door.
‘Is this how you always answer the door?’ He asked, smirking with a smug expression firmly placed on his face.
‘No, sorry.’ I said, crossing my arms across my chest. ‘I-I thought you were someone else.’ I looked away awkwardly. 'Um what are you doing here?’ I asked slightly confused at his unexpected visit.
'I like this new blunt attitude you have.’ He smirked, avoiding my question, which only annoyed me more. I wasn’t in the mood for company and I just wanted to get through the day so I could come back home and listen to music as I wallowed in self pity.
'Well if you’re not here for anything have a nice day.’ I said as I started to close the door.
'Wait.’ He reached out to stop me from closing the door. 'You dropped this yesterday.’ He handed me a phone that looked like mine. I pressed the on button, which revealed many missed calls and messages from Ashton. It was mine.
'Um thanks.’ I said as the sadness began to creep back. 'You didn’t have to come here. You could’ve just given it to me at college.’
'It’s been going off constantly so I thought it was important.’ He shrugged. 'Don’t worry I didn’t read any of them.’ He reassured me by lowering his glasses slightly and winking. 'It was annoying me, I mean who has their phone on vibrate?’ He asked, laughing. 'I was passing so I thought I’d return it.’
'Well thank you.’ I said, smiling slightly to show my appreciation.
'No problem.’ He said and turned to walk away as I began to close the door.
'Y/N.’ He shouted from halfway towards his car.
I opened my front door again at the sound of his voice calling my name.
'You have a flat.’ He nodded towards my car.
'Shit.’ I mumbled, running to my car. 'Fuck. I forgot about this.’ I crouched next to my back tire. I had got it on my way home, but I was suffocating with too many emotions from my break up to nearly running Calum over that I completely forgot about it when I arrived home.
'I can help you put the spare on if you want.’ He shrugged, standing next to me and taking his sun glasses off, hanging them on the front of his black top.
'This is the spare.’ I sighed, standing up and kicking the tire. 'Shit. I don’t have time for this.’ I ran my hands through my hair, closing my eyes. Could things get any worse?
'I can give you a lift.’ Calum simply said.
'What?’ I turned to him, not completely sure what I had heard him say.
'I can give you a lift. We are going to the same place.’ He shrugged, raising an eyebrow.
'Why would you do that?’ I squinted my suspicious eyes at him. He wasn’t known for being nice.
'Fine if you want to walk then you’re more than welcome.’ He backed away towards his car, smugly. He places his sunglasses back on and turned towards the car in a cocky manner.
'No wait.’ I rushed out, slightly frustrated that I was relying on Calum’s help. 'Thank you. One sec, I just need to get my things.’ I said, making him smirk. I ran inside and grabbed my bag and keys, pausing in front of Ashton’s bag of crap. Sighing, I picked it up and dragged it to Calum’s car, throwing it in without much care.
'What’s with the second bag?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow.
'Crap that I no longer want.’ I said, crossing my arms and looking out the window. He didn’t press me further and instead put the car into gear and drove off. We drove in silence, listening to the music quietly playing in the car.
'How did you know where I lived?’ I curiously asked, turning to look at him. Since leaving my house I had wondered how he knew where I lived.
'I came to your 11th birthday party or something.’ He shrugged.
'Oh yeah, you did.’ I remembered. That year I had a house party for my birthday. That was when Calum was quite popular for an 11 year old anyway, before he had become distant and an all round classic bad boy. The blue baggy jeans and red jacket were exchanged for black skinny jeans and a leather jacket, his funny jokes subsided for sarcastic comments and rather than being a teachers favorite he became their nightmare, gaining a permanent seat in detention.
'What?’ He said, glancing at me, clearly noticing that I was still staring at him.
'Nothing.’ I mumbled, turning towards the window and watching the buildings pass.
The car rolled up to our college and he swiftly parked the car into one of the few remaining spaces. I opened the door and grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. Sighing I picked up Ashton’s bag, letting it trail next to me.
'Thank you.’ I mumbled appreciatively at Calum.
'The pleasure was mine.’ He said, revealing those straight white teeth in a smile that made girls hearts’ skip a beat.
I rolled my eyes and shut his door.
'He’s an arsehole.’ Calum said, dropping is smug attitude and nodded towards the spare bag I was carrying. I awkwardly readjusted the strap of my bad on my shoulder. 'Later, sweetheart.’ He called over his shoulder, regaining that cocky attitude he was infamous for.
Reluctantly I made my way inside to where I knew Ashton would be. A pain stabbed my chest as I saw his curly brown hair through the crowd of people, suffocating me. But I shoved my feelings down and took on an uncaring facade as I strutted towards him.
'This is yours.’ I said, lacking emotion, as I threw his bag into his chest. He looked up at me confused. 'I have no need for it.’ I shrugged and turned away.
'What the hell. Y/N don’t walk away.’ He called after me, but I ignored him and continued walking with my head held eye, radiating attitude. 'Why the hell were you in Hood’s car this morning?’

Part 4

Am I Making You Frustrated?

Summery: you loved playing head games, but Sam and Dean were practically immune to your advances now, not that you wanted them anyway. In an attempt to spice up the game, you decide to go for your favourite angel, not realizing the affects you can have on him.

Castiel x reader  

Word count: 1215

Warnings: dude, total make out scene, just saying. Uh, I don’t know, sexual frustration Kinda sorta?

A/N: English is not my first language! I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! (and not just spelling, like, wording and stuff. In my defence, English is very confusing sometimes.) 

It was a game you played with the boys, I mean, it was easy to get inside their head, especially being a girl and living with them. You loved watching them stutter and stammer at your advances, knowing it wouldn’t lead to anything. But lately it was getting less and less fun, they were becoming immune. That’s when you decided to set your eyes on another member of the Winchester family. Castiel.

You were hesitant at first, mostly because of your feelings towards the angel, but deciding that it couldn’t possibly hurt anything. You were going to see how long it took for Cas to get sexually frustrated, it almost seemed impossible which made you even more determined. Walking out of your room in a simple pair of blue plaid pyjama shorts and a black top, you were trying to figure out the best ways to get under Cas’ skin. Not paying attention, you smacked into Dean.

“Oh no” he groaned, running his hands down his face

“What?” you questioned looking up at him.

“Those shorts and that shirt only spell trouble.” he muttered walking past you.

As you walked into the kitchen, you noticed Sam munching on some freshly picked strawberries.

 “Mmmm” you said, picking one up. Climbing up onto the chair, you sat on your legs.

“Oh God” Sam muttered, looking at your shorts.

“Am I really that predictable?” you ask, throwing the top of the strawberry at Sam.

“We don’t trust you in shorts, not after the Impala incident.“

You smiled to yourself, “Oh yeah” that had been a good day.

“Hey Cas!” you yelled, watching Sam’s eyes go wide in realization.

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s a good idea-”

“Nonsense, it’ll be fun.” you say

Without a moment to spare, Cas appeared at the kitchen table beside you.

“I believe Dean had said it was a “day off”. Is something wrong?” the angel said using air quotes and squinting.

“Nope.” you said biting into the strawberry slowly, eyeing Cas “I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out.”

“Oh-uh, I-I guess I could spare a moment away.” he said as he averted his eyes away from your mouth, a blush seeping across his face.

“Y/N…” Sam started but you cut him off.

“So whatdoya wanna do?” you ask, watching the angel.


“Hey! Stop hogging all the strawberries!” you yell at Sam and lean over pressing into Cas, his face close to your chest. Quickly he looked the opposite way. But not before you notice the blush that spread across his face. As you tried to grab for a strawberry, Sam pulled them away.

“I think you’ve had enough.” he says smiling.

“Oh really?” you reply, leaning into Cas even more.

Cas instantly reached over, grabbing a strawberry from the container and thrusting it into your face. You laughed and, instead of taking it, you bit the fruit. Looking up you saw a wide eyed Cas. This was a lot more fun.

“Do you think you could help me move all these books into my room?” you ask pointing to a pile of books behind Cas that you’ve been meaning to bring to your room for the past few weeks.

“Yes, I am happy to help.” Cas replied, looking at you.

“I’m sure you are.” you threw a wink Cas’ way and watched as his eyes went wide.

Getting up from your chair, you bent over and grabbed some books, throwing a look behind you, you noticed that Cas was looking anywhere but at you.

“You coming?”

“M-Mmhmm.” Cas mumbled grabbing the remaining books and transporting to your room, leaving you to walk.

You shook you head and laughed. This was much more fun.


“Oh come on Sam, its just harmless fun.” you say as you walk to your room.

By the time you got to your room, Cas had put away his pile of books, they sat messily on the bookshelf. Laughing you set down your load.

“Okay, how should we organize them?” you ask


“Alphabetical it is” you say as you start to arrange the pile of books. It was quiet as the two of you worked, until you remembered that you had stolen Deans i-pod. Walking over to the small bedside table, you turn it on and set it to the song that had been playing previously, some random classic rock band. Walking back, you noticed how stiff Cas looked.

“You okay Cas?” you asked from behind him.

“Hmm? Yeah, fine” he said putting up more books.

Right. Grabbing books, you both worked, listening to music and occasionally chatting. As the books started piling up, it became harder and harder to reach the top. Reaching on your tippy toes, you could feel your shirt start to ride up as you tried to push the book into place. Without warning, Cas’ hand was placed on your hip as he reached up and helped you with the book. Lowering yourself, you noticed that Cas slowly removed his hand, staring at the place where it had once been.

“I think there’s one more book over there.” you say pointing to the single remaining book. Cas walked over and grabbed it as you leaned against the bookshelf. Walking back over, Cas looked at the single remaining spot for the book, and it was right above where you stood. Trying to place the book on the shelf, you couldn’t help but press yourself against Cas a little, sliding the book into place he gasped as he felt your body against his.

“What are you doing?” he said breathlessly.

You smiled and shrugged. As Cas was about to step back you grabbed his tie.

“Y-Y/N-” he stuttered.

“Yes?” you questioned innocently.

“I don’t think you understand the affects you have on-”

“Lets find out.” you say smashing your lips into his. At first you feel his surprise as he jerks back, but that disappears in an instant as you grab a fist full of his hair. This is not usually how the game plays out. But you weren’t complaining. Cas places a hand to the back of your neck and the other on your hip, brining you in closer to him. Tugging at his hair, you hear him moan into your mouth. At this point, you don’t even remember about the game you were playing, this had been what you wanted for a long time, you just never thought it would actually happen.

Breaking away from each other for breath, Cas started to pepper light kisses down you jaw and neck, resulting in a small gasp from you. Placing both hands on the back of his neck, you pull Cas in closer, his two arms reach out and wrap around your lower back, pushing you into the wall with his hips. Tugging at his hair once more, you heard the angel grunt as his lips found yours again. Side stepping, you broke away from the angel even though you instantly regretted it. You heard Cas whine at the loss of contact and his puppy dog look broke your heart.

“What were those affects you were talking about?” you question, smiling.

“Oh I think you know.” he says pressing his lips into yours once more. This time, you didn’t pull away.

Someplace to Call Home

Summary: Phan Highschool AU. Phil is somewhat reluctant when he is forced to do a project with the lonely, quiet kid. But soon enough, he realises that Dan is so much more than that. He has so much potential but unfortunately, the ghosts of his past stop him. Phil promises to help Dan.

Words (Chapter 4): 3k

TW: angst, self-harm, smut and mental illnesses.

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softdacre  asked:

“i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years” THIS ONE THIS ONE THIS ONE

3.5k of sap, bc i’m a sap, and IT’S CHRISTMAS

“The company party is the perfect opportunity,” Louis says firmly, pressing a jumper into Harry’s arms. It’s the sixth one he’s handed Harry. Harry’s beginning to have a little trouble seeing over the pile of them in his arms. “You confess your undying love for him, he looks past the hair and the shirts. I hear about every excruciating step of the way.” Louis sighs. “Yay, me.” 

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