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Is it just me that when someone writes "he giggled" I imagine he turned into a little girl with pigtails and starts giggling???

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25 Days of Marvel: Day 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompt: Baking

25 Days of Marvel

You forced the metal shaped cutter down onto the cookie dough until it hit the counter. You shook it slightly, getting the excess dough away from your masterpiece, before pulling up the shape. With a small smile you looked at the star proudly.

"You finish yet?" Steve, or better known as the overachiever, asked. You looked over at the infamous Captain America who had at least five trays full of different cookie shakes. To make it worse, he didn't even have the cookie cutters to help him shape it, he only grabbed a knife. Your mouth fell open in shock to which he placed a finger under your chin, closing your open mouth.

"How-" You blinked, not believing it for a second. Your expression returned to a neutral one as you punched Steve in the arm, turning back to your cookie and placing the one star cookie on an empty tray. "Yup, done." Steve looked over your shoulder at the singular cookie, cracking a smile.

"Let me help." He offered, moving to stand behind you. You didn't object as he reached over and grabbed your hands, guiding you to continue to cut the cookies out. Since he was doing all the work, you just stood there and took in the warmth he was giving off. It was nice until he said, "Done." Steve stepped back and you were taken out of your daze. In front of you sat your tray full of the star shaped cookies and a few circular ones. You didn't even know how he made the circles if there was only a star cutter.

"Now we just bake and then decorate after." You said, grabbing the one try while Steve grabbed two of his five. He could be an overachiever at times, but you loved him for it.

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25 Days of Marvel: Day 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: Snowed In

25 Days of Marvel

You sighed in content as the metal arm around your waist tightened, pulling you closer to his warm body. You cheek pressed against his chest and arms wrapped around his torso. His metal arm kept you close while his other was lazily placed over your back. It was nice to have a break for once. Non-stop missions for Bucky were hard enough to deal with, and the days he had off, you had to work.

You were a scientist of sorts. Generally you acted as Bruce's assistant or Tony's, whoever needed you more at the moment. In the times you weren't helping the two, you would go on missions yourself. They weren't as big of missions as Bucky and Steve went on, but they were enough for you. Your missions consistented of sneaking into places without causing casualties. In short, you were good at your job. Since Tony saw that you and Bucky struggled in having alone time, he sent the two of you to a cabin he had in the woods. You guys didn't have a choice, but you weren't going to decline anyways.

"It's cold." You mutter into Bucky's chest. He hums in response, running his hand up and down your back.

"I don't want to get up." He speaks in a deeper voice than normal due to just waking up moments prior.

"Me neither." You push yourself up, resting your forearms against his chest and hold up your fist and hand. "Rock, paper, scissors." Bucky's lips tilt into a small smirk as he removes his hands from you and replicates your position.

"Rock." He mutters. "Paper, Scissors, shoot." The two of you both put out paper. Now feeling the pressure, you guys play again. This time, you both put out rock.

"I think we should just both go." You say bumping your fist with his. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and sits up causing you to slide to the bed. The two of you get up and Bucky leads the way down the hall. As the two of you get into the main room, you freeze; however, Bucky keeps walking. "Bucky."

"What?" He stops and turns to face you, sleep covering his expression. You point to the large sliding door that's now coated in a thick layer of what seems to be snow. Bucky turns, examining it for a moment before turning around shrugging.

"You're not phased at all about the mountain of snow outside?" You ask, following as he wanders down another hall, reaching the thermostat. He clicks a few buttons before the thermostat signals that he had successfully turned on the heat. Bucky turns to you with another shrug.

"No." He walks past you, now more awake, and to the kitchen. You follow again, watching as he opens the fridge and pulls out a carton of eggs.

"You do know what snowed in means right?"

"Yup." Bucky says with a nod. He moves over to a cupboard and grabs a pan before placing it upon the stove. "It means I get to spend more time with you."

"That's sweet and all, but how are we going to get back home? Tony only sent us out here for a week and I heard it's gonna be snowing all week so that means we'll be stuck here even when he calls us back and-" Bucky places his hands on your shoulders, cutting off your rant. You hadn't even realized he walked over to you.

"Relax." He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "We can always shovel our way out, but for now, enjoy it. I never liked the morning sun anyways. Always got in my eyes."

You decided to take Bucky's advice and enjoy it. Tony wouldn't mind you being gone for more than a week. In reality, it did snow, but not enough to snow someone in. The infamous Tony Stark faked it, hiring a bunch of workers to pile up snow by the windows and doors, but you nor Bucky knew this.

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25 Days of Marvel: Day 2

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Prompt: Decorating

25 Days of Marvel

"JARVIS." You spoke as you pulled out a clump of christmas lights. You grabbed a wire and pulled, trying to untangle the mess in your arms.

"Yes Miss L/N?"

"What's Tony doing?" You pulled another wire of lights, finding the plug. It was a small victory but it could go a long way.

"Mr. Stark has told me to inform you he is working on a new suit." You paused, narrowing your eyes at the stairs that led down to Tony's lab.

"Told you huh?" You drop the lights onto the couch and walk over to the stairs, pausing at the top. "JARVIS, don't inform Tony I'm coming."

"As you wish." Nodding your head, you silently walked down the steps, music getting louder by the second. Once you made it to the bottom you spotted Tony who was leaning back in a desk chair with his feet up on the counter. He had a drink of some green smoothie in one hand and his eyes were on the screen in front of him. Rolling your eyes, you pushed open the door and walked in. Immediately, the music stopped. Tony looked over at you with wide eyes. He quickly put his feet down and set down the smoothie, giving a sheepish smile.

"Working." He grabbed a piece of his helmet that sat on the counter and placed it over his face. "Yup, now I can see out of it."

"Tony, you know being down here doesn't get you out of decorating." You cross your arms over your chest and shake your head at him.

"Why can't we just pay someone to do it?" Tony mutters, standing from his spot. You turn on your heel and begin up the steps with Tony on your tail. "You know I think you just like the competition, who can decorate better. I'll have you know I won a decorating competition."

You roll your eyes, turning to face him. On instinct, he places his hands upon your waist, pulling you close. With a small smile you wrap your arms around his neck.

"You're adorable." He says just above a whisper. Tony doesn't miss a beat as he leans down and presses his lips against yours. You pull back just enough to speak.

"This still doesn't get you out of decorating." You press your lips against his again before pulling back once again. "Those lights aren't going to untangle themselves."

"They can wait-" You cut him off by kissing him once more before leaving his arms.

"Nope, let's do this before I lose my motivation." You say as you walk over to the box full of Christmas decorations. You hear Tony groan behind you, but he trudges over to the lights and begins to untangle them anyways.

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25 Days of Marvel: Day 1

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Prompt: Wrapping Presents

25 Days of Marvel

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You pulled the wrapping paper, laying it on the table before placing the box on top of it. You hummed along to the music playing as you began cutting the paper. Everyone was asleep at the moment, or at least that's what you thought.

"What are you doing?" A yawning Quill asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. His eyes were barely open yet he pressed a kiss to your cheek anyways.

"Wrapping." You continued your wrapping even as Peter leaned most of his weight on you. He hummed in response. Peter rested his head against your shoulder, watching as you placed the tape down upon the present.

"Come back to bed, it's too early." He muttered into your hair.

"I have to finish wrapping these before everyone else wakes up." You nudged Quill with your elbow. He groaned in response, standing up.

"Let me help you then." He grabbed a second present, looking at it for a few seconds before looking up at you. He turned the box to face you. "Who's this for?"

You looked up, eyes widening at the gift meant for Peter; it was a record player. You let out a nervous laugh, rushing forward and taking the box from his hands and placing it on the table. You pressed your hands on his chest, pushing him back with a sheepish smile.

"You're dreaming, let's go back to bed."

"What?"

"Nothing." You leaned up pressing a quick kiss to his lips before spinning him around and pushing him forward. "I'll be there in a second let me just clean up." Quill hesitantly continued down the hall to his room, looking back with a confused look before dissapearing behind a door. You let out a sigh of relief and quickly began to clean up. Next time you'd have to wrap when they all go out on a mission.

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25 Days of Marvel

During the month of December, I'll do one Marvel fic every day!

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Prompts

Wrapping Presents: Peter Quill

Decorating: Tony Stark

Snowed In: Bucky Barnes

Baking: Steve Rogers

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Christmas Day

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1, 4, 15, & 40 with Lucifer x Reader

Requested By: @justsomedreaming

1. “I love you.”

4. “I thought you were dead?"

15. "I'm cold."

40. "Stay with me."

You stood in shock as the fallen angel stood before you. The last you'd seen of the man was when he fell into that hole whole possessing Sam Winchester. You ran after that, afraid of what would happen if anyone found out you were involved with the devil himself.

You were a normal, average, typical human being. Nothing about you was out of the ordinary, yet Lucifer picked you that faithful say when he broke into your house. When you first laid your eyes upon him you saw his large wings stretch from behind him; he said you were special. The two of you grew closer as he would come to you when he was hurt or just needed to talk. Sam and Dean found out about your relationship with the devil and hunted you down. They tried to save you, but they couldn't see that you didn't need saving.

"Could you say something? It's getting awkward." The devil spoke with a hint of a smirk. You shook your head, regaining your sanity.

"I thought you were dead?" Your voice came out as a whisper. He shrugged and stepped forward, placing his hands on your shoulders. The feeling of the weight of his hands upon your shoulders was all too familiar. In a split second, you rushed forward and closed the small space between the two of you. Your arms wrapped around him as he stumbled back from the force. His arms slowly wrapped around you. "I love you."

"Strong words." He muttered, pushing you back. Your arms fell back to your sides as he placed his finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. Lucifer leaned down until you could feel his breath fan across your lips. Your eyes shut as he spoke again. "You'll have to show me just how much you missed me." He then closed the space between you two and pressed his lips against yours for a split second before pulling back. "But not now-"

"You're leaving?" You furrow your brow, confused.

"As much as I'd love to stay and catch up, I have much more pressing matters to attend to." His tounge swipes across his bottom lip before continuing, "You understand, right?"

"Lucifer- Stay with me." Your hands wrap around his wrist. "Just for tonight, please." He seems to be fighting with himself and you don't doubt he is. "I'm cold."

"You're cold?" He asks with a tilt of his head.

"Yes?" You ask as if questioning yourself.

"You could turn on the heater-"

"Lucifer." You warn.

"Fine, fine." He places a hand against your waist lazily. "I'll warm you up for sure."

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Worries- Sam Winchester

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You get hurt on a hunt and Sam worries way too much

Fandom: Supernatural

Warnings: Injury

You let out a scream that bounced off the walls of the warehouse and right to the brother's ears. They both cringed, hating the sound of their beloved friend in pain. To the younger brother, you were more than just a friend, which hurt him even more.

"Sam, get the car and bring it around." Dean threw his keys to the younger brother. Sam quickly caught them, but didn't budge.

"Dean-"

"Don't fight me on this." The older brother didn't want Sam to see you. He knew it would only bring more pain. Sam looked to the door you were behind before turning on his heel and running out the warehouse.

Dean quickly opened the door spotting you inside. A knife stuck straight out of your stomach, blood coating the thin material of your shirt. If he didn't know any better, he would've assumed your shirt was originally red.

"Where did he go?" Dean asked, quickly running over to your side. Tears ran down your cheeks as you looked over to the man. You were a completely idiot on this hunt. The vamp the three of you were hunting had a trend of taking women. Naturally, you were the bait. Let’s just say, it didn’t go well.

"He left." Your voice was hoarse, probably from the screaming. Dean's fingers quickly work at untying the rope around your ankles, then your wrists. "Where's Sa-" You cut yourself off, closing your eyes in pain as Dean helped you stand.

"That's not going to work." Dean mutters mostly to himself. He carefully places his arm under your legs and his other holding your back as he picks you up.

"Dean."

"Huh?" He looked down at you looking for where else you might be hurt- except the knife sticking out of your stomach.

"Pull out the knife." You cringed as he adjusted his grip on you and turned. Dean kicked open the door with his foot, pushing through. From what it looked like, Dean wasn't going to pull that knife out any time soon. As Dean stepped through, Sam ran up. Dean continued to walk as Sam hurriedly followed.

"Hey Y/n- it's going to be okay." Sam tried to hide cringing as he spotted the sharp object buried in you. "Dean we need to take it out."

"She'll bleed out." Dean pushed through the door of the warehouse. The cold night air pricked at your skin causing you to cringe. Sam rushed forward, opening the Impala door for Dean. The eldest brother leaned into the car, helping you lay yourself across the back seat. Sam got in after you and Dean jogged around the car to the front. He got in the Impala quickly and drove off without a second thought.

Sam's hand gripped yours tightly. He wore a soft smile but you could tell he was hurting. You squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

"You're going to be okay."

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"Y/n- stop. I'll do it for you." Sam urged, gently pushing you back to sit down. You let out a huff, crossing your arms over your chest like a child.

"I'm not crippled-"

"But you did get stabbed in the stomach." Sam reminded you as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book he assumed you were going for. It's been about a week since you were let out of the hospital and in all honesty, you felt fine. You've tried to tell Sam, but he insisted on waiting one more week before deeming you yourself again. Your very annoying significant other, at the moment, held out the book to you. You hesitantly grabbed it, but set it right on the table. Sam cringed, putting his hands out as if he needed to catch you as you pushed yourself to stand.

You grabbed Sam's hands and held them down to hold in between you two. He looked at you with such concern.

"I'm fine Sam." You pushed yourself up on your toes, pressing your lips against his in a quick kiss. He let out a sigh, looking down at you with a small smile.

"I'm just-"

"Worried? I know." You finished his sentence for him. "Come on." You let go of one of his hands but remained holding the other as you pulled him along down the hall. You pushed open the door to your room, but Sam tended to sleep in there 90% of the time so technically, it was both of your rooms. You led Sam towards your bed, letting go of his hand as you plopped yourself onto the soft mattress.

Sam did the same, laying down on his back as you moved towards him. You rested your head aganst his chest and your arm draped over his stomach. He rested his arm around you.

"I love you, even when you worry too much." You mutter, tilting your head to look up at Sam. He looked down at you with a soft smile.

"I love you too, even when you don't worry about yourself."

"Well, that's what I got you for." You allowed your eyes to close in content as you snuggled closer to Sam.

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34. And 5 with Sam Winchester x fem!reader

5. "It's always been you."

34. "What did you just say?"

Sam looked up at you over the top of his laptop. He couldn't help but smile at you. You sat with your legs crossed on one of the beds, books surround you. Your face was buried into a newspaper, your eyes following your finger as you read a certain line. Letting out a sigh, you looked up and over at Sam who straightened up at being caught staring; you paid no attention to it, however.

"The only thing I found out about this guy is that he killed his kids and doesn't remember it at all," You placed the newspaper down. "So basically what we already knew...have you found anything?"

"You look nice today." Sam said instead of answering your question. His face immediately heated up and you straightened up, confused by his sudden compliment.

"What did you just say?" You asked with a tilt of your head. Sam shook his head and looked back to the laptop screen.

"Nothing- so get this." Sam turned the computer screen towards you. You pushed yourself from the bed and made your way over to Sam. He pointed to the lore page opened on his screen and began to explain the similarities between the creature and the man. All the meanwhile, he couldn't help but continue to glance at you. You looked so focused on what he was saying as you also read the article itself. Sam slowly trailed off, looking to you. You turned to him, noticing how close you were to Sam and straightened up; his gaze followed you. The younger brother had always had a small crush on you, but neved acted on it. You never hunted with the brother's for more than a week at a time and left for months on end. He didn't want you to leave forever as it was hard enough keeping contact with their line of work.

"Sam?" You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He blinked, feeling a heat cover his face.

"Sorry I-"

"Are you alright? You've been out of it these past few days..." You take a seat in the chair beside him.

"Yeah, but er- there's something I should tell you." Sam decided now was the best time to tell you, even if you didn't want to hear it. "I like you, like really like you."

"Wow- straight to the point." You gave him a small smile. "Sorry it's just- I like you too. But- I've always seen you staring at those girls in the bar and I never thought you like me."

"What? No Y/n, it's always been you."

"Well Sam, it's always been you too."

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Prompt Challenge Masterlist

Prompt Challenge

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

“How many times do I have to tell you?” & “Is that my shirt?”

Sam Winchester

"What did you just say?" & "It's always been you."

Jack Kline

“Please just look at me.”

Lucifer

"I love you." "I thought you were dead?" "I'm cold." & "Stay with me."

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28 and 11 with Dean Winchester

11. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

28. "Is that my shirt?"

You pulled Dean's plain grey T-shirt over your head allowing it to fall around the middle of your thigh. With a small smile you stood in front of the mirror examining your new found shirt. Tensing, you heard a small movement from the bed behind you. Dean shifted, pulling the blanket closer to his body. You held back a laugh as you slowly made your way out of the room.

"Morning." You look over at Sam who is at the end of the hall with a cup of coffee in one hand and his laptop shoved under his arm while he held a stack of papers in the other. You gave a small wave.

"Good morning, is there more coffee?" Sam nodded as he continued his way to the library. You smiled to yourself as you wandered down the hall and into the kitchen. As you reached up to grab a mug on the shelf, arms wrapped around your waist and lips connected to your shoulder momentarily.

"How many time do I have to tell you?" Dean muttered into your hair as his lips moves to your neck. "I can't sleep when you leave." Ignoring the chill that went down your spine, you turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. He looked down at you with a lazy smile upon his lips. He was definitely tired. It took him a moment before he narrowed his eyes at you. "Is that my shirt?"

You looked down at the material as if you hadn't known. Your eyes meet his as you shrug with an innocent smile. He rolls his eyes and leans down, capturing your lips with his.

"Don't worry." He pulls back just enough to speak. "It looks better on you anyways."

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19 with Jack from Supernatural

19. "Please just look at me"

Warnings: Slight Angst

You held your fist up to the wooden door, holding it in the air. On the other side of that door was a boy who was scared out of his mind. He didn't know what he'd done wrong and Dean's yelling didn't help him. It had been a few minutes since Jack trudged to his room and shut the door.

You and Sam were the ones closest to the boy while Dean still needed some adjusting. It was easier for you to talk to Jack considering you were still young yourself. You sometimes believe that Dean forgets a part of Jack is human. The oldest brother was still torn up from the death of his best friend which didn't help his sudden outbursts in any way.

You took a deep breath and knocked lightly. It took a moment but the handle began to twist. You stepped back as it opened. As the open door revealed Jack's retreating figure, you stepped inside. He sat himself upon the edge of the bed. Jack hunched over and held his hands in front of him, wringing them over each other.

"Jack." You shut the door slowly before stepping closer to the bed. "How are you?"

"Fine." He gave the short answer as a whisper. You could tell he didn't want to talk at the moment.

"What Dean said," You let out a small sigh, walking forward and crouching down in front of him. You place your hand over his. "He didn't mean it, he's just angry." Jack didn't say anything. You tried to see his face, but his head hung low. "Please just look at me."

It took a moment, but Jack slowly tilted his head up; his eyes met yours. You felt a pull at your heart as he did. His eyes were glossed over and his face showed tints of light pink. He'd been crying. You couldn't help it, you moved forward, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Jack hesitated a moment before his arms slowly wrapped around you as well.

"What is this?" He asked.

"It's a hug," You say, pulling back. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah," Jack's lips slowly turn up. "Can we do that again?" You crack a smile before nodding and wrapping your arms around Jack once more. He relaxes as the two of you embrace.

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Prompt Challenge (Open)

How this Works:

Pick one, two, or as many prompts as you like

Pick a fandom (Supernatural or Marvel) and character (Specify fandom if the character’s name is in both fandoms Ex: Sam Winchester versus Sam Wilson)

Then send it into my inbox

If you want specifics in the fic, be sure to specify

Examples:

2 and 3 with Sam from Supernatural with a lot of angst

4,7 and 9 with Peter Quill x reader with a lot of fluff

10 and 7 with Cas x Demon Reader

Prompts

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“When’s the last time you took a shower?”

“I thought you were dead?”

“It’s always been you.”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“Give me a chance.”

“You can’t keep leaving me and expect me to take you in when you come running back.”

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?”

“How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Are you eating...on my bed.”

“Please tell me you washed that.”

“Are you being serious?”

“I’m cold”

“Can I have your hoodie?”

“Why do you have a knife?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please just look at me.”

“Talk to me.”

“Let’s play the silent game.”

“Have you read this book?”

“What do you mean no?”

“I’m proud of you.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Even when you’re annoying I still love you.”

“How is your hair so soft?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“You must be an angel because- wait come back.”

“You come here often?”

“Do I know you?”

“I don’t know him.”

“What did you just say?”

“If you say one more pick up line I’ll...”

“You’re distracting me.”

“How do I know you’re being serious right now.”

“I swear that wasn’t me.”

“What are you eating?”

Your own prompt

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Training- Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky start to spar, but neither of you seem into it.

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: None

You brought your fists up to your face, guarding yourself from the oncoming punches you knew were coming. Your eyes were trained on the winter soldier in front of you. He wore the same stance; arms up, and eyes focused. You waited for him to throw the first punch, but after a quick glance to his feet, you saw he wasn't even ready. Quickly, you swung your fist towards him. Bucky pulled his arms up to block your hit causing your fist to colide with the cool metal of his arm.

You cringed, shaking out your hand before quickly returning your hand up. Your knuckles throbbed in pain, a red tint no doubt forming across them. Your eyes locked with Bucky's. His eyebrow raised, just the slightest, in question. You answered with another swing at him. He was ready this time, catching your fist in his hand. Bucky quickly twisted you around, holding your arm behind your back causing you to stumble.

You reacted quickly, moving your arm up and around the back of his head, trying to grab anything that would help you get out. You struggled against his grip, slowly pulling him forward to the padded wall. Bucky grunted, his grip tightening on your arm; however, not enough to hurt you. You jumped, pushing your feet against the wall and quickly running up. Bucky let go of your arm as you landed behind him. He turned around, his arms at his sides.

You stood up straight, standing lazily.

"Bored?" He asked with a tilt of his head. You gave a short nod. Bucky's lips pulled upward, shaking his head. He stepped forward, grabbing your hand in his metal one. He ran his thumb over the top of your bruised knuckles. "You alright doll?"

"Yup," You said as you cringed at his touch. He looked up at you with a raised brow. "Okay- no. It hurts but I've had worse."

Bucky brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. He let your hand fall back to his side before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you towards the door. The two of you walked in silence to the kitchen. You sat yourself on the barstool chair on one side of the counter while Bucky stood on the other side. He opened the freezer, grabbing a pack of ice. There were multiple inside the freezer because of occasionally injuries the rest of the team always got. The premade ice packs were stacked in there after Bruce fell down the stairs and hulked out. It took everyone to calm him down, but not without taking a beating.

"Thanks." You nodded at Bucky as he handed you the pack. You placed it on your hand, resting it on the counter. Not a moment later, Bucky spoke up.

"Have I ever told you that you're really pretty?" He asked causing you to roll your eyes. "Like, really."

"Yes Buck," You look up at him with a smile on your lips and a pink tint across your cheeks. "You tell me every day."

"Just making sure." He leaned forward, catching your lips with his.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible." You pull back at the voice, looking over to Sam who sat a few seats down. In all honesty, you didn't even see him.

"Did you hear something?" Bucky asked. You couldn't help but laugh at Sam's feigned hurt expression. "Nevermind I think it was a bird screeching."

"Y/n did you hear something?" Sam asked, copying Bucky's expression. "Oh nevermind, I think it was just the trash can opening."

You couldn't help but smile at their bickering as their insults continued. It would be a solid hour before they stopped, so you decided to take this time to take a well deserved nap.

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Masterlist

Last Updated: 11/28/19

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M A R V E L

Loki

Imagine 1 +

New Path *

Bucky

Training +

Quill

The Reality of Visions *

S U P E R N A T U R A L

Sam

Furniture +

Worries +

C H A L L E N G E S

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The Reality of Visions- Peter Quill

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: You have the unique ability to see the future, but have yet to hone your craft. One day you see something you wish you hadn't.

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: Angst, a lot of it

You've never been wrong. Everything you've predicted has always happened one way or another. However, it's hard to tell when it will happen. Sometimes these 'visions' come when you're awake which only causes pounding headaches and overall, a bad day. Most of the time, they're in your dreams.

When you were young, you never paid attention to the immense amount of deja vu you got. You always saw the conversations you would have with friends before they would happen. Sometimes you'd get bored and end up finishing their sentences for them.

It was the day that you ran into the infamous Scarlet Witch- literally- that you realized your deja vu wasn't just deja vu. You still remember the encounter as if it was yesterday.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked with a tilt of her head. The woman wore a look of confusion.

"What?" You furrowed your brow, confused at her question.

"Sorry, it's just," She pauses, shaking her head. "There's a presence coming off of you."

That conversation led to you meeting the Avengers. After immense amounts of testing and a slip up of you finishing Tony's speech, you were determined to have the ability to see into the future.

You were useful to the Avengers and stuck around for a year or two. Tony would constantly ask about who would win a certain game and Bruce simply performed tests. The rest of the group was nice enough, but one day, you had a dream about a man in space. You later found out this man was named Peter Quill. You figured it was where you had to head next.

So, the Avengers contacted him, he came down to Earth in a giant ship, and you left with him. You've been with Quill and his friends ever since. By 'with Quill' you meant you were with him, romantically. Upon meeting it went something like this:

"I saw you in a dream." You say to the space man who stands before you. He uncrossed his arms from his chest and nods.

"What kind of dream?"

"I see the future- in my dreams."

"What did you see?" He asked warrily. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. To you, he looked nervous.

"You. Just you, sitting in front of a large window that shone nothing but the vast empty space. You were eating a candy bar and listening to that ain't no mountain high enough song." You remembered the next part of the vision, but said nothing. "I believe something is going to happen to you..."

And with that, you left Earth to run around with Quill and his team. Your vision came true of course, all of it did. The part you neglected to tell Quill was the fact that you were there as well, and he had just told you he loved you.

Now, it's been a year, or two. You never kept track of time in space. There was no need anyways.

"Vision?" You look up at Peter who settles himself next to you on the bed. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his side. "Or just daydreaming?"

"Daydreaming." You look over at him with a small smile. "Where is everyone? I thought Rocket or Groot would've burst through the door by now."

"Rocket stole someone's finger and Gamora gave him a lecture, so they're off reattaching it- I think." He pulls his arm from around you and rests his hands in his lap. A small pain pokes at your head, but you ignore it.

"Sounds like her." You crack a small smile, but Quill shakes his head and stands up abruptly. He turns around, facing you, and points an accusing finger at your face. You lean back, furrowing your brow at the look of anger twisting his expression.

"You don't get it do you?" He shakes his head. Quill's tone is harsh and uncaring. "I've been trying to tell you, but you just don't get it, do you?" He jabs a finger at the middle of your forehead before crossing his arms over his chest. You bring a hand up to cover your forehead, your fingers brushing the spot he touched. Pain grows from the spot but you ignore it.

"Quill-" You feel your heart racing in your chest. Questions run across your mind, all asking what you did to anger him.

"No." He interrupts you. "Listen, Y/n. I," He points a finger at his chest, tapping it. "Hate. You." He moves his finger to point at you.

You didn't have time to process what was happening. The pain in your head grew causing you to place your hands on either side of your head and shut your eyes tightly.

"Please stop." You whisper out, feeling a wetness slide down your cheeks. You shake your head as Quill begins to yell. You can't make out the words he says, but you're sure they're hatred towards you. You let out a shakey breath before shaking your head and standing quickly yelling, "Stop!"

You open your eyes, letting your hands fall back to your side. Quill isn't in front of you anymore. You furrow your brow, looking back to the bed where he sits. Peter wears a terrified expression. His hands are up as if he'd been caught by the police, and his back is against the wall. His expression changes from terrified to concerned in an instant. Quill stands, immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his arms.

"It's okay." He whispers, his hand resting on your head and the other on your back. You simply stand there in his embrace. "It was a vision, not real."

"But they are." You say quietly after a moment. Peter pulls back just enough to see your face. He brings a hand to your cheek, wiping the wetness from it. "They are real." He looked as if he didn't know what to say. You shake your head and nudge his arms off. He complies, but you know how hurt he must feel.

"What did you see?" He asks quietly. You wrap your arms around yourself as you turned your attention to the ground.

"You." You take a step back. "You said...you said I didn't get it, I couldn't take a hint."

"A hint- what? Why did I say that?"

"You said you hated me." You look up at Quill with a blank expression. He wears a shocked one.

"What?" He shakes his head and steps forward only for you to step back. "I love you Y/n- I would never say that."

"Well you just did." You glance to the side and let out a shakey sigh. "I need a minute." You don't wait for him to respond before leaving your 'room' on the ship. You don't stop until you reach the large window in the front of the ship. However, you aren't alone for long; Peter steps up beside you. He keeps a respectable distance between the two of you.

"So."

"I didn't mean a literal minute." You mutter. You weren't even sure it had been a literal minute.

"You said I hate you in the future?" He ignores your comment. You turn to look at him, confused at what he is about to say. For once, you'd rather not see the future. "I don't want you to be in pain."

"What do you mean?" You shake your head at Peter. "You can't change the future, it's set in stone."

"If we're not together, I can't hate you."

"Peter-"

"Y/n. Please." He looks at you with glossed over eyes. "I don't want to hurt you-"

"You are hurting me, right now." You feel the tears falling down your face, but you don't care.

"You don't think it hurts me too?" He looks away, out the window. "I don't want to say those things to you. It's better this way." Peter remains a moment before turning around, ready to leave, but he stops. "I'll take you back to the Avengers if you want."

"No Peter," You turn to him shaking your head. "What I want is for you not to do this and just make the most of our relationship right now."

He doesn't say anything. It's at that moment that Rocket, Groot, and Gamora walk into the ship. Peter takes this as his cue to walk to the back where he normally works in peace. Gamora and Rocket look to Peter, then to you.

"What's with him?" Rocket asks, oblivious to the tears running down your face. Gamora nudges him with her shoe, muttering for him to shut up. "What did I do?"

"Come on." She gestures away from the main room, and he complies. Gamora, however, goes down the same way Quill did, no doubt going to give him another lecture. You turn back to the window.

"I am Groot." The tree stands at your feet, looking up at you with a smile. You give a weak one back.

For once, you're convinced the future has been changed. Maybe for the better.

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