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Everything you did, everything you stood for is now stained crimson, with blood.

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Dear Marvel,

Please have Bucky catch the shield in this exact manner in TFATWS. I need it.

Sincerely,

Winter's child

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Waiting For You | Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Times have changed. Cass is gone, Chuck has been defeated, Jack is now the new God, Sammy has a new life but how's life like for Dean and Y/N?

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Darkness. Endless darkness.

Dean's eyes snap open. He squints when the spotlight in the hallway directly hits his vision. He feels overwhelmed. Vulnerable. He can't quite put a finger on it.

Things have changed. Castiel was lost to The Empty. God was defeated. Jack became the new God. Sam. Well, he went on to live a quite life.

And Dean?

He is okay. In fact, he is more than okay. He's got his own family now. Four children. That's right. Dean Winchester is now a father to four children. Devyn, Declan, Daphne and Dayton.

Lastly, he had an amazing wife, Y/N. The girl who's been by his side since the very start of it all. Since 29th September, 2005, to be exact. She has been his everything, ever since.

Dean, Sam and Y/N fought side by side through all the obstacles. Then Cass came along and made their team stronger. 'Team Free Will' was a force to be reckoned with.

After all they've been through, Dean is happy to have what he managed to hold on to, all these years.

The wooden floors creak as Dean walks into Devyn's room. He is slightly startled to not find her there. He looks at the clock. 9:00 am. He knows his daughter, she'd never wake up this early. At least not on a Saturday. He checks Declan's room and finds no sign of his son. He makes a final check to the twins' room and they are not in their cribs. Not crawling on the floor either.

Dean's heart drops. Something must've happened. He sprints down the stairs but soon comes to a halt when he spots a bunch of unknown people, scattered all across the house.

His gaze softens when his gaze falls on his Y/N. However, she looks tired. Bags have appeared under her eyes. Couple of gray hairs can be seen shining through her silky brown hair. He smiles as he sees her humming to herself as she scrambles eggs. His favourite. His eyes widen when he sees a plate full of bacon. He spots a young girl, who seems to be at least nineteen, right beside Y/N. He fails to recognise her, but she seems awfully familiar.

"Devyn, check the oven. The scones might be done." Y/N speaks.

"Honey, that's not Dev. Our girl is only seven." Dean states. No one pays any attention to him. They go on about their business.

"Mom, look. I think this could be a case."

"Declan, what did I say about that? We don't do that anymore. We don't hunt. Anymore."

"But I'm sixteen, now! Uncle Sammy said him and Dad hunted since they were way younger."

"Declan? No. That - it can't be! You guys were just babies, a minute ago! What - "

Before Dean can even finish his sentence, two kids run right through him. He is completely thrown off by the interaction. He falls on his knees while clutching his head, trying to make sense of all of that is going on.

"Declan, hunting is what got your dad killed. I already lost Dean. I can't afford to lose you, too!"

Just like that, Dean is met with the gut-wrenching reality. All of it hits him like a bus.

He died during what would be their very last hunting trip, ten years ago. He remembers everything, now. He remembers ascending to heaven then meeting Bobby and then Jack. The agony in Y/N's eyes is enough to bring tears to Dean's. He could've had it all. All.

Yet here he is, an apparition watching his broken family.

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Dean quietly follows as Y/N strides inside thei - her room. What was once their room. A grin takes over his face when he sees all their photos still hanging on the walls. He chuckles at a particular photo of Sam, Cass, Jack, Y/N and him, where Y/N had successfully smashed ice cream on Sam's face. And the photo was captured right when all of them were laughing.

Even though, the world was falling apart, they were happy because they had each other. Now, all of that is gone.

Rose-gold aura shoots out Y/N's hands when she uses her powers to shut the door behind her. She starts walking towards her bed but soon comes to an abrupt stop. Dean watches, worriedly.

Oh, how he wants to take her in his arms, kiss her and tell her that everything will be okay.

Her shoulders tense up and her body visibly stiffens.

"Dean?"

The sound of his name from her lips make his eyes go wide. Can she see him?

"Dean, are you here?" Her voice trembles. "I can feel you, my love."

He doesn't know what to do, he fumbles around the room to give her a sign that he is indeed there. She slowly turns around and gasps when she catches a sight of her late husband.

Dean is confused, how can she see him?

"Y/N, can you see me?" He takes couple of steps towards her. The look of pure shock on her face starts to worry him.

"I can see you, Dean." Y/N whispers, not trusting her voice. Tears stream their way down her face. "How are you here? I thought you were in heaven."

"I was, but then Jack let me come back home, to see you and the kids - who by the way have gotten so big. What is up with Declan, why has he taken after Sammy? He's taller than me, damn. Speaking of which, how's Sammy?"

"Sammy's w-well. He has a wife of his own and a son. Who's named after you."

"That bitch did something right in his life, for once." He laughs but soon stops while seeing the state of his wife.

"I missed you so much, Dean. Every single day. It feels like I'm dead without you. But I still try to carry on, for our children. It's been ten years but still I don't know how to go on without you." Sobs slip out of Y/N's lips.

"Hey hey hey, doll. You have made it so far, don't you give up now. You have done a wonderful job raising our kids all on your own. I'm sorry that I can't be here with you. I wish I could - "

"Dean, I could bring you ba - "

"Doll, no. After Chuck was defeated, we decided to take a new approach in life. Which also meant no bringing me back if I died. It just disrupts with the order of the world."

"It's so difficult, Dean! Life is so difficult without you!" She argues.

"I am never truly gone, sweetheart. I will always be with you - hell, I am always with you. Right there inside your beating heart. So, don't you ever let me go."

Only Y/N knows how much pain she had to endure to lose the man she loved for fifteen long years of her life. She wishes she could yell at his stupid ass and bring him back, but she also knows he is in peace, and she doesn't want to get in the way of that.

Dean puts his hand forward to her. She tries to join their hands, but instead she's met with a gust of cold wind. The shattered pieces of her heart, shatter even more.

"You're gonna go and live a long damn life, doll. You're going to be there when our children walk down the aisle and you're going to be there when they have children of their own, and it'll be so great," Dean explains. "And then you'll tell them stories about how cool their grandparents were. The point is, as Jack told Rose in Titanic, you're going to die an old, old lady, warm in her bed. Okay?"

"Okay." Y/N manages to smile through all the tears. "I love you, Dean."

"I love you more, my darling."

He smiles one final time before bidding goodbye to his dearest, hoping that they would see each other again, in heaven.

"I'll be waiting for you, Y/N."

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I hope you guys enjoyed. I'm sorry for writing a sad imagine but this idea suddenly came to my head and I couldn't help it.

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Mother's Day

Dean Winchester x reader

Jack Kline x reader (mother figure)

Summary: It's mother's day. Jack feels lonely without his mother, so he turns to the only woman who has been his mom, all along.

Jack ever so carefully walks as he carries a tray full of food that Y/N had cooked for him and Devyn. He sets the tray on the table beside Devyn, who has her concentration elsewhere.

"Hey, Devyn. Look, Y/N made our favourite." Jack states.

"Uh-huh," Devyn replies, without paying any attention. Jack leans forward to figure out what the four year old is doing. He carefully watches as her tiny hands craft a card. "Hey Jack, can you help me write 'Happy Mother's day' here?"

"Yeah, of course," He says, gently. "Is that why you're making the card? For mother's day?"

"Mm-hmm." She nods.

Jack smiles as he sees Devyn put her life and soul in making the card. Her innocence brings him peace, it makes him forget about all the bad things in the world. Lucifer. Demons. Monsters.

Deep down inside, he knows that he is a kid too. A kid who had to grow up too fast. Grow up because the world needed him.

"Hey kids, what are you up to?" Dean casually waltz in the kitchen. Jack already predicts that he came for beer. And he is proven right when Dean pries the fridge door open.

"Hi, daddy. I was just making a card for mommy!" The four year old exclaims. Dean's lips quirk up into a smile when he sees the excitement in his daughter's face. Her green eyes spark with joy as she displays her drawing proudly to her father. For a moment Dean has to remind himself that he's not staring at a mirror when he looks at Devyn.

"That's great, darling. Mommy will be very happy." He ruffles both Devyn and Jack's hair before leaving them to their craft.

As Devyn finishes her card, Jack finds himself in a deep trance. The images of Kelly flash through his mind. Oh, how he wishes he had a mother to make a card for.

"Hey, Dev?" He hesitantly says "Can I make one too?"

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The sounds of pages turning overwhelm the quiet room as Sam and Y/N scower through books on Greek mythology, trying to decipher a way to kill Medusa. They are distracted by Dean munching on a bag of chips. He gulps down beer like he has never drank it before. Castiel studies the previously discarded empty bag of chips. He is confused by the ingredients, the fats and the calories mentioned at the back.

"Hmm," Castiel hums. "Dean. This might not be too good for you."

Dean scowls.

"Cas, I don't need you to be my mom. Thanks."

Jack marches in the room with Devyn in his arms. Her arms are tightly wrapped around his neck. She grips the card she made, tightly in her petite hand, like her life depends on it.

Dean takes a notice of the card in Jack's hand.

Devyn hops out of Jack's arms and runs towards Y/N, almost startling her and Sam.

"Mommy! Look," Devyn sequels. "I made you a card for mother's day!"

"Aww. Thank you so much, my love." Y/N coos and presses a tender kiss to her little girl's head. She gets teary-eyed when she opens the card and sees a messy 'I love you' scrawled on. She immediately pulls Devyn close to her.

Sam pulls out his phone to capture the moment. Dean doesn't bother doing the same. He wants to enjoy the moment for what it is cause, there's never any assurance that any of them might return home from a hunt.

"Jack made you a card, too!" Devyn announces.

Jack's face reddens at the mention. He takes a small step forward, however, he briefly stops. His awkwardness overwhelms him.

"Really? May I see it, Jack?" Y/N says, softly. She could sense that his discomfort because she noticed all the unique emotions in his eyes.

Jack hands her the card, shyly. His eyes cower away from making any eye contact with hers.

"Happy mother's day," He mumbles.

Dean, Sam and Cass stare intensely as the heartfelt moment takes place, before their eyes.

"I didn't know my mother, all too well. But since the very day I was born, you took care of me," Jack explains. "You stood by my side, when no one else did. You never doubted me, you were always encouraging towards me. When I'm sad, you make me chicken noodle soup. You always get me burgers and take me out for ice cream. I never feel left out when I'm with you. I know you're not old enough to be my mom - I mean, you ar - but - I mean, I've grown up too fast - technically, I'm younger than Devyn - "

"Jack," Y/N chuckles. "I get what you're trying to say."

"Oh, okay. The point is, thank you. Thank you for being my mom. Thank you for caring. And, thank you for loving me. I love you."

Tears now freely streamed down Y/N's face. She shoots out of her chair and throws her arms around Jack, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I love you too, Jack." She sniffles and presses a kiss to the side of his head.

Dean wipes his own eyes as he watches. He knows that they'll be all right. No matter what comes next. His family is complete. And that's all he needs.

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I hope you all enjoyed that because I definitely enjoyed writing it.

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Not a single person in the entire world has brought me as much comfort as this show has. No medication ever eased my anxiety like this show has. Thank you for all the laughs.

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If Merlin characters had youtube channels

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Whatever It Takes

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3,2k

Summary: Bucky Barnes knows the way to drive you up the wall in frustration, fed up with it, you show him that you know how to play just the same. 

Warning(s): fluff, teasing Bucky, bit of a little shit but a charmer too, language!  

A/N: Here’s a little one shot for you all!! I hope you enjoy, once again, thank you for your endless love and support, I appreciate it beyond words! And can we all just die over this gif, cause I’m dying all over again! disclaimer, yes I’m aware the title is the same as Poon’s fic, but we already had a laugh about that ;)

You huffed.

Contemplative, frustrated.. Annoyed.

Eyes darted from the notebook in front of you to the clock on the wall. You bit your lip, managing to contain a displeased groan.

It was late.

23:57, to be exact.

On a Monday, and yet, 208 pages still remained unread and the deadline stamp of ‘8 o’clock sharp on your boss’ desk in the morning’ refused to change, and you huffed again.

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"wait, let me hear it, "

I fucking love these two!!

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Soothing Chords | Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky's life is poisoned by his constant nightmares but Y/N has the perfect antidote.

Warnings: Brief mentions of anxiety and sadness. Nightmares. Fluff.

Grey clouds loom over the night sky. The trees rustle each time the wind gushes through. The compound is dead silent. Only things that aren't silent are Y/N's heart and Bucky's demons.

Y/N sits on the edge of her bed. Sweat drips down her temples as she presses her hand against her chest. Her heart palpitations have gotten worse. Sometimes she feels like her heart will burst out of her chest. She struggles to catch her breath. She can't bring herself to calm down so she makes her way to her safe haven. Her studio.

Her footsteps are delicate against the cold tiles that lie beneath her feet. A shawl is draped around her shoulders to keep her from being cold. She hugs herself as she walks through the long, extended hallways. As she passes the kitchen, she notices a silhouette. She comes to a stop to see who it is. A glint of metal catches her eye.

It's Bucky.

Y/N and Bucky haven't interacted a lot. They only ever talked when they were introduced for the first time. Bucky was quiet since the first day he arrived. He doesn't really talk to anyone, that much. And Y/N is shy. It takes time for her to come out of her shell. She is open with the others but struggles to be herself around the reserved man.

She clears her throat, startling Bucky. His gaze snaps to her.

"I'm sorry," Y/N apologises. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Bucky nods at her, "It's all right."

She slowly walks towards him where he sits, "Couldn't sleep?"

He shakes his while heaving a sigh.

"Nightmares."

She didn't expect him to answer. She struggled to find the right words to say, not wanting to offend him.

"I don't mean to pry, but do you get nightmares a lot?"

"Every damn night." He states.

"I'm sorry...I wish I could do something to help." She pauses before she's hit with an idea.

"Appreciate the thought." Bucky offers her a small smile before looking down, again.

"Bucky, come with me."

That's all she says before she takes off in long strides. Bucky can't help but follow her. His eyebrows furrow deeper in confusion as he walks behind her.

His blue eyes dart around as he finds himself in an unfamiliar wing of the compound. Y/N stands in front of a pretty door. She takes out a key and unlocks it. Bucky was confused that keys even exist in this place. Usually, everyone in the compound uses passwords or whatnot to open doors. Stupid modern people.

The door opens to reveal a lavish room. The walls are decorated with red wallpaper with gold patterns on it. Multiple acoustic guitars rest on the wall. Some are vintage while some are absolutely new. The electric guitars are stood on the floor against the wall. There's one of each colour. A huge drum set sits at the very corner of the room. There were several violins, too. And finally there was a grand piano, that blends right into the room.

Bucky's jaw was on the floor. He did not expect this.

"I know this is a bit too much. All I wanted was a small room to keep all my instruments, but Tony built me a studio, instead." Y/N sighs.

Of course Tony built a studio for his god-daughter. He would build her another world, if he could.

"Come on in." She steps inside, tugging Bucky along with her.

"Can you play all this stuff?" He asks, jaw still hanging loose.

"No no, I just keep all these instruments to stare at them," She says, sarcasm enveloping each one of her word. "I do play all this stuff."

"That's impressive."

"Thanks, Sergeant."

Y/N walks to the grand piano and nestles herself on the bench. She pats the spot beside her, indicating Bucky to sit. He pauses to look at her for a moment and takes slow steps before finally sitting down.

Y/N's fingers glide effortlessly across the keys. Bucky notices her eyes aren't even on the keys, they are closed. He can't help but be in awe. She looked angelic. The rays from the spotlights engulfed her face. She glowed like a star and Bucky realised, for the first time, just how beautiful she is.

Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side

There's your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time

If I could dream long enough, you'd tell me I'll be just fine

It's been decades since Bucky sat down to listen to a song, properly. Back in his days, he's heard a fair share of singers but no voice came close to hers. Her voice was delicate yet powerful. Each note held so much emotion. Bucky felt every word in his heart.

So I drown it out, like I always do

Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you

And I chase it down with this shot of truth

That my feet don't dance, like they did with you

A tear slides down Bucky's cheek as soon as Y/N hits the last note. Neither of them say a word. Silence looms over them like a ghost. Before Bucky eventually breaks it,

"That was beautiful."

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And from that day, every night, Bucky and Y/N were found inside the studio. Y/N's heart palpitations improved over time but she still chose to wake up every night for Bucky. She sang to him every night so that he could sleep safe and sound.

Steve was so surprised to see his best friend in deep slumber. He might've cried a little but no one needs to know that.

Y/N had created a special bond between Bucky and her. She was very proud of it. They were good friends yet she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she was utterly in love with him.

She hid her feelings from everyone but Tony could see right through her. He always did. He just wanted his god-daughter to be happy, so he gave her solid advice,

“Look, kiddo. I know you have feelings for Barnes. You gotta tell him not only cause you’re confusing him but you’re letting yourself fall into a deep void. You think I don’t know that you can’t sleep at night? You think I don’t know about how you developed a heart condition because of all that stress? I do. I know everything. And because I love you, I’m telling you to confess.”

Y/N resorts to one of her brilliant ideas, to tell Bucky she loves him through a song. 

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“So, naturally I told Sam to fuck off and leave me alone,” Bucky chuckles. “ mean, who does he think he is?”

Y/N smiles at how the beautiful man in front of her can’t contain his laughter. How the corner of his eyes crinkle as he does so. The apple of his cheek flush red when he catches her staring. He clears his throat before composing himself, “What are you going to sing for me tonight, doll?”

He eyes as she fists her trembling right hand. Her shoulders are tense, her left leg is bouncing making the guitar on her lap shake. Maybe she was having a tough night or she was growing tired of his company. 

She inhales loudly and grows still. She stays quiet. She knew she could back out, if she wanted to, but she needed to do this. She needed him. More than anything. 

Her thumb slid down the strings of the guitar filling the room’s silence. Her fingers slowly start to strum a chord progression and she readies herself to lose another person that she loves, 

Loving and fighting

Accusing, denying

I can't imagine a world with you gone

The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of

I'd be so lost if you left me alone

She maintains eye contact as she sings every word. Her eyes are glossy with tears threatening to spill. The lump in her throat makes her voice strain as she hits every note. Bucky is confused and concerned. He just can’t understand why she was being so distant yet it felt like she was telling him something. He hated seeing her so broken. So anxious.

You locked yourself in the bathroom

Lying on the floor when I break through

I pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming "Please don't leave me"

Y/N’s voice cracks as she refrains herself from sobbing, Bucky considers stopping her. HIs heart ached. He considered rushing to her and pulling her into his arms while kissing her hair, letting her know that she’ll be okay.

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

Bucky, I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you

It takes him a solid second to realise what she just said. He doesn’t know if she actually said that she swears to love him all her life or he was just lost in his thought and he didn’t hear her correctly. 

“D-Doll?” He stammers not being able to bring himself to say anything else.

“I love you, Bucky and I have since the day I sang to you for the first time. I kept this in me for so long and it was weighing me down. I couldn’t hold it in, anymore. I had to let you know, even if you left. I had to tell you how I feel.”

Bucky stands up and walks towards her. He kneels in front of her and gently takes the acoustic guitar from her, and sets in on the ground. He rests his flesh hand on her lap, hesitant to do the same with his metal one. 

“Why would I leave?” He whispers in the softest voice.

“Even if you don’t, what if you’re ripped away from me like everybody else?”

“Everybody else?”

“My father sacrificed himself for S.H.I.E.L.D. My mother literally died from a broken heart. My brother...who took care of me died in the battle of New York. I lost everyone. Everyone.”

Bucky has spent so much time with her, but no one ever told her that his favourite girl had been through so much. He couldn’t believe how she still had such a positive energy. She was a literal hero.

“I love you, Y/N. I really do and I didn’t tell you because I’m not good enough for you and because I didn’t know you felt the same way,” He leans forward to press his forehead against hers. “But I’d like you to be my best girl. I want you to be my best girl. I promise, I’ll never leave you and I promise I won’t let anyone rip me away from you. I’ll be here, always. For you. We’ll hold each other through our darkest nights, and you will sing and everything will be better. I love you.”

He strengthens his promise by gently placing his lips on her.

On the other side of the door, Tony wipes the tears from his eyes. His little girl that he had raised is finally happy now and he couldn’t ask for more.

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Songs mentioned:

Ghost Of You | 5 Seconds Of Summer

Hold On | Chord Overstreet

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Pain Covered with Skin

Sergeant!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Sergeant Barnes on her way to New York. He’s shipping out for England, but it’s only the beginning of their love story.

Word Count:2,252

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, War, Injuries, Loss of Limb, Bittersweet

A/N: My entry for @just-some-drabbles Rom-Com challenge. Thank you and I hope you like it. This is not canon, also the plot was adapted from an episode of Cold Case (7x20 if I remember correctly) 

You were vaguely aware of someone making their way down the aisle of the bus, too preoccupied with your book. They cleared their throat softly, catching your attention.

Your heart kicked up as you met the stranger’s soft blue eyes. He was wearing a military uniform; a dark olive-green suit and a matching hat. He motioned toward the empty seat beside you.

“This seat taken?”

You shook your head.

While he placed his bag in the overhead storage space above the seats, you glanced around the bus. He could have easily found a seat somewhere else. The bus wasn’t anywhere close to crowded.

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Can't go wrong with Sassy Giuliano.

https://youtu.be/jGrFy-rcEBI

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Giuliano's face killed me

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Some fine moments of Merlin, Arthur and the Knights.