Imagine if Supernatural ends with like Sam and Dean dying or maybe they live. and it cuts to an old Garth, sat with a bunch of werewolf children with copies of Supernatural beside him... but also leather journals, that he started writing in because Dean once said “besides someone’s gotta live to tell these damn stories, and who better than you?”
And it ends with him just fondly smiling. (And if they ever do a reunion) he can point to some leather journals and go “of course, we still need to get through the volumes that happened after 15”
A series in which Tony Stark has proved Steve Rogers to be gullible and believed his ridiculous; stories, theories and conspiracies.
The Avengers sat around a meeting table, silently and barely, listening to Nick Fury’s voice drone on about some Hydra take down mission. He was stood at the head of the table, the lights off as a screen showed the location of said Hydra base, his black turtleneck and leather jacket plus dark jeans creating the; edgy, bad boy look, Tony would say.
His eye patch shining in the pale screen light, Tony frowned in curiosity, when Jarvis hacked into SHIELD a few years ago he found nothing on how Nick lost the eye; making his need to know everything blossom with theories, stories and conspiracies.
He leant over to Cap, “how do you think he lost it?” Steve jumped at the suddenness of someone else talking, he looked at Tony; who was leaning back in his chair, and feet propped up on another one, chewing a pen, “the eye! How do you think he lost it?”
“I don’t know, Tony” Steve frowned at the billionaire, “he mentioned once that it was because he put his trust in the wrong person,” Steve whispered and shrugged eyes going back to watching Fury. That sparked a few more ideas.
“You don’t have any theories or conspiracies on why he has an eyepatch?” Tony asked whispered, mock shock, Steve rolled his eyes.
“Conspiracies? Tony, is that what you think about during these meetings? Theories and conspiracies on an eyepatch?” Steve asked in disbelief.
“No, sometimes I think about rearranging the living room, the feng-shui is really off, Cap” he grins at Steve, who nods in agreement and then shakes his head, “c’mon humour me for a second.”
“Okay, I guess, I think” Tony nods, “this is reasonable by the way; I think he may have lost it on one of his own missions, maybe in a fight and a knife sliced, just an unlucky defence.” Steve shrugged, always so literal, even with theories.
“Pfff that’s boring” Tony snorted, earning a glare from Nat and Clint, he gave a subtle wink “okay, wanna hear my theory or conspiracy first?” he asked Cap, who sighed and nodded for either “conspiracy, he doesn’t actually need it, it’s perfectly fine under there and probably wears a contact in case it dislodges, it’s his aesthetic.” He concludes, Steve has to sip water in order not to laugh.
Steve smiles lightly, “for a genius you sure are an idiot.”
Tony waves him off, “okay my theory, actually it’s an urban legend really, but still” he looks at Steve who is giving him a deadpan look “okay, so back when he first became director, in order to aesthetically please SHIELD headquarters, they put a glass flooring with a shark swimming underneath it” Steve raises his eyebrow’s, “from what I hear, that’s true.” Hoping Steve bites the bait.
“Why a shark in the floor?” Steve asked with a small frown, he’s bitten.
“Cause aesthetic, Rogers” Tony exclaimed in a hushed tone, “anyway, one day they have the big latch open cause feeding for the Shark and Fury is about to give his first speech at being Director, so big deal. And this Agent, Agent Williams, who is his right-hand man, was meant to shut the latch.” Steve is nodding along, “Fury is stood a couple feet from the latch, which is this giant hole in the glass, giving a proper good talk when suddenly…” Steve frowns.
“Shark jumps out of the floor, attacking Fury instantly; Fury is punching and shooting at this mega-shark when a tooth is caught and flings out, scratching his eye.” Steve stares at Tony for a long moment, “and that’s how he lost it.” Tony crosses his arms over his chest.
“I don’t believe that,” Steve tells him, “I don’t believe you,” they stare at one another for a long pause “Really?” he asked, Tony tries not to laugh at Steve.
“Hey, that’s what old Agents have said,” he shrugs lightly, Steve frowns and thinks for a long moment before sighing and giving a stern look to Tony, who tries to quieten down his laugh “you almost fell for it.”
“Stark and Rogers,” both men snap their attention back to Fury, “wanna share with the team?” he asked, and Steve looked at Tony, who still had an amused grin on his face.
“Nothing, Nick” Tony called out, smirking slightly “please, do carry on” he ushered the man along, Nick rolled his eye and went back to the mission briefing.
“I hate you so much,” Steve mutters only making the genius grin at the solider.
(Blame @full-of-sins-not-tragedies / @fanfic-super-chick for this I can’t believe I actually wrote it tbh - Rosalee)
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The way in 2016… I literally wrote a fic about the multiverse before Marvel EVER announced the multiverse shit. - this is my Roman Empire… I swear someone from Disney reads my blog lmao
Summary: The world has been turned on its head ever since news spread that vampires are not only very real, but many have walked the earth undetected for centuries. You keep to yourself, head down and out of everyone's way. That is, until you bump into a stranger while avoiding a group of men chasing after you. You think you've seen the last of this stranger, only to run into him once more. Your life is turned upside down as he envelopes you into his life and into his riches. Are you a passing fancy, or are you the latest addition to his treasure trove? Only time will tell. (Vampire!AU)
Content Warning: Reader is chased, Derogatory names directed at reader, Creepy men being creepy men, Cursing, Blood, Dismemberment, Vampires, Pet names, Threats, Flirting, Awkward Reader, Reader making not the best decisions. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed something!
Word Count: 3.1k
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You cursed lightly under your breath at the sight of the group of men standing around the entrance to the convenient store. Normally, you wouldn’t have stopped, but you had been too busy to make your weekly grocery run on Sunday, and you were fresh out of pretty much anything to eat in your tiny apartment. So, it was either stock up on the essentials or live off of fast food until the weekend.
You wish you’d let yourself starve.
They weren’t a rowdy bunch, and perhaps that’s what made you so nervous to approach. These men weren’t like the groups of loud college boys that hung around this same store. No, these men had an edge to them, something you couldn’t quite place. A sensation pulled at your gut, and you frowned, the sensation not altogether unfamiliar. You had experienced the same feeling several times throughout your life, almost like a sixth sense. You had learned to ignore it, keeping your head down and wanting little to do with the limelight that came with pursuing sensations like those. You’d seen the psychics on TV from time to time—usually when your grandmother had them playing in the background growing up—and you wanted no part in it. You weren’t psychic, you were just really good at guessing.
Maybe if you kept saying it, you’d believe it one day.
You pulled your coat tighter, more to hide yourself than to stave off the early winter chill that crept along the sidewalk, and you tilted your head down as you marched past the group of men.
You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn’t linger to let them get a good look. Blinking against the shock of the fluorescents, you wrinkled your nose as the warmth of the convenience store stung at the apples of your cheeks. You surveyed the aisles before grabbing a small hand-held basket and moving towards the frozen section. It wasn’t ideal, but the convenience of pre-made food would have to do until you could make an actual grocery run.
It wasn’t that you thought you were too good for the processed food, you just liked the rituals of cooking every night along with making your lunch for the next day. It was a relaxing part of your day, a sense of accomplishment that you didn’t have to associate with your menial job.
Your eyes wandered down the aisles as you passed, stopping in front of the pre-made food section. The sandwiches didn’t look too bad, maybe a little bland, but they’d surely get you through the week. You picked a couple of roast beef and turkey ones, turning your attention to the different bags of chips available. You wanted to keep your fast food runs to a minimum, but the convenience store only offered so much for you to choose from. With a sigh, you grabbed a couple of bags of chips, not really caring what kind you grabbed.
There were a couple of other people milling about the store, some casting nervous glances towards the exit—not that you blamed them, of course.
You walked as casually as you could towards the register, the older man paying you little mind as he began to scan your items. You shifted on your feet nervously, hands clenching and unclenching in your coat pockets as you gave another quick glance towards the doors. Maybe if you covered your face enough…
“Did you drive here?”
You glanced up at the clerk, a wary grimace on his face as he followed your line of sight. You pressed your lips together with a shake of your head. No, it didn’t make sense to have a car in the city—not when public transport was readily available. Maybe if you lived further out in the suburbs.
“No,” You replied. “It’s only a couple of blocks to my apartment though. I’ll manage.”
“I’ve tried calling the cops a couple of times,” the clerk continued, scanning the last of your items. “Said those guys keep scaring my customers, but they don’t do anything. Even threatened to fine me for wasting their time, the bastards.”
You made a sympathetic noise in return, taking the bags from him and bracing yourself for the inevitable. Maybe you should have just gone home, come back on your lunch break tomorrow. It was too late now.
“Stay safe, miss,” the clerk called after you, worry creasing his brow as he leaned over the counter to watch your retreat. You offered him the ghost of a smile before pulling your coat closer, hoping the lapels would obscure your face enough in the shadows.
The automatic door chimed as you stepped through, a gust of wind whipping around you as you stepped out onto the walkway. The sharpness of the cold dug into your skin, clawing its way down to your bones and sending a shiver up your spine as you gasped at the sudden sensation. Mistake number one.
“Well, hey, sugar,” purred one of the men, sliding off of his perch atop the bike rack, a leering grin on his face. Dark hair ruffled in the wind, casting shadows across his face but doing little to hide the sinister look in his eye. “You look cold. How ‘bout we help warm you up.”
Mistake number two was assuming he wouldn’t follow you as you turned on your heel to walk in the opposite direction.
“Oh, now don’t be like that, baby,” he called after you, a couple of chuckles ringing out from his friends, the sounds of footsteps echoing behind you. Mistake number three was not running back inside the convenience store to call a friend to take you home.
You picked up your pace slightly, trying not to draw attention to your rising panic as your heart hammered in your chest. Your nostrils flared as you tried to keep your breathing even, your groceries starting to feel heavy in your hands.
“Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you!”
You broke out into a run, your bags jostling at your sides until one by one they fell from your grip, colliding with the sidewalk below, but still you kept running. Your feet carried you as fast as they could, lungs burning as your eyes scanned the streets for signs of anyone who could help you.
This is the city, you thought. How is there no one walking around?
You supposed most people tried to stick to the safety of the indoors now that the new threat of vampire kind was out in the open. No one wanted to be the unsuspecting victim of a thing they had long thought to be a myth.
“When I catch you,” snarled the man behind you, closer than you would have liked, “you’re going to regret ever even being born.”
You willed your feet to move faster, willing the shadows to hide you from the impending threat behind you. How could you have been so stupid? Why didn’t you call for a ride?
Help me, you thought. Your muscles ached and threatened to spasm as you continued your sprint. The buildings began to blur together, all looking the same through the haze of your fear and tears. You choked on a breath, gasping for air that wouldn’t come as you veered right.
Please.
Your teeth chattered as the wind rushed around you, your nose and lips growing numb the longer you stayed out in the cold.
Someone help me.
Could you hide? Would you have enough time to duck into an alley to find a spot, or would they find you still? Would anyone answer their speakers if you rang. Would you even have time to explain what was happening?
Please.
You scrunched your eyes, pressing forward as you rounded left on the corner, only making it a few feet before you ran into a wall. You grunted, stumbling back and almost falling on your rear before a set of strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you steady. Not a wall, or at least not an inanimate one.
Hands settled on your waist, and you cowered for a moment, thinking one of the men had caught you. You gazed up, meeting cerulean blue as they stared down at you, an unreadable look on the handsome stranger’s face. For a moment, you felt relief as you realized that the man in front of you was, in fact, not one of the men who had been chasing you. Your shoulders sagged in relief for just a moment, your hands tightening in the stranger’s black shirt.
A cold breeze kicked up, sending another shiver through you and cooling the hot stream of tears that ran down your face. You shivered at the sensation, subconsciously leaning into the stranger for warmth. He continued to study you, a furrow in his brow that seemed more perplexed than put out. The stranger opened his mouth as if to say something, stopping as the sound of feet hitting the pavement came up behind you.
“That bitch must have-” The other man stopped, his companions slowing behind him as well. A sneer curled on his lips as his dark eyes spotted you. “Well, well. Looks like you had the bright idea that it was better to come with us than run away.”
The stranger tightened his hold on you, a low growl sounding in his throat as you trembled. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes, the irises seeming to almost glow as he listened to the man in front of you.
“Get behind me,” he murmured, guiding you to stand behind him. Your body trembled at the sound of his voice, not from fear, but from the way it rang in your ears—like warm liquid. You allowed him to maneuver you, his hands moving from your hips up to grab the lapels of your coat, pulling them tighter around you.
“Now close your eyes,” he continued, the lilt in his tone hard to resist. You obeyed, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as his hands smoothed over your shoulders. “Don’t look until I tell you to, no matter what you hear, okay?”
You nodded, earning a low hum.
“Words, draga mea.”
“Yes,” you managed, voice sounding small even to your ears. Fingertips danced across your jaw lightly before pulling away.
“Good girl.”
You sensed more than felt him pulling away, your body swaying towards him. You scolded yourself internally at your reaction to this stranger.
Must be the adrenaline, you thought.
“Look, pal,” the man chasing you snickered, “we don’t want any trouble. Listen, I’ll even let you have her after we’ve had our-”
His words cut off with a sickening, wet sound followed by silence. A moment passed before all hell broke loose around you.
“What the fuck?” The man shrieked, and you couldn’t help but open your eyes, letting out an involuntary gasp at the sight. The man’s left hand was missing, spurts of blood shooting out as he grasped the stump with his right hand, leaning over in pain.
“What the fuck?” He repeated, dark eyes wide in shock as they glanced from the stump that used to be his hand, up to the tall figure in front of him.
“Dude!” Shouted one of his companions, the burly man slowly backing up as he looked at the stranger in front of him. “It’s a fucking blood sucker!”
“That’s right,” the handsome stranger said, inspecting the blood that coated his gloved hand, head tilting as if considering something. “I’m a ‘blood sucker.’ So, if you want to keep your lives, I suggest you run.”
The men stood paralyzed, limbs visibly shaking as they stared at him. You couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same in that moment, even with his ire directed elsewhere. The stranger let out an irritated sigh, rolling his shoulders as he fixed the group of men with a less than impressed look before waving them off with a flick of his wrist.
“Now.”
The men didn’t hesitate this time, turning and running like their lives depended on it, and you supposed they did. You startled as the handsome stranger turned back to face you, a disapproving look on his face as he saw your eyes wide open.
“Draga mea,” he admonished, walking over to you slowly, ignoring the way you tensed up as his attention was fixated on you. He stripped his gloves slowly, pocketing them as he stopped in front of you. Cool fingers traced your jawline, moving to cup your chin between his thumb and pointer finger to lift your chin up.
“I thought I told you to keep your eyes shut,” he tutted, thumb running along your bottom lip. You gasped at the sensation, eyes growing wide at his familiarity before gathering your wits about you long enough to take a step away from him.
He’s still a stranger, you reminded yourself, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips. And a vampire to boot. Don’t let your guard down.
The man in front of you smirked, as if able to read your mind, and for a moment you wondered if he could. You squared your shoulders, clearing your throat as you looked him in the eye. The smirk grew into a lop-sided grin as he watched you, a kind of fondness lighting up his gaze.
“Thank you for your help,” you said, hugging your coat tighter around you, suddenly very aware of the winter chill that surrounded you. “I should get going though.”
You began to walk away, stopping as the stranger took a step towards you, his grin replaced with another frown.
“Alone?” He questioned.
“Yes,” you replied, watching him warily. The man shook his head, coming up to stand beside you.
“That won’t do, draga mea,” he purred. “Let me walk you home.”
“Look,” you turned to him, feeling the irritation bubble up inside you at his insistence. You stopped as you realized you didn’t know this man’s name.
“Bucky,” he supplied, a twinkle in his eyes as he peered down at you. You took a deep breath, avoiding his eyes to keep from making a complete fool of yourself.
“Bucky,” you repeated. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate you saving me from those creeps-”
“You’re welcome,” he ginned, leaning forward.
“Because I do,” you continued, pointedly ignoring him. “But I’ve already taken up enough of your time, and I’m really not that far from my apartment.”
“Nonsense,” he waved you off. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t escort you home? To make sure that you’re safe?”
You hummed, crossing your arms and eyeing him as he gave you another boyish grin. You could point out the fact that he was a vampire on top of being a stranger, that was two strikes against him. As if reading your mind once more, Bucky put his hands up in a placating gesture.
“I promise to keep my hands to myself,” he vowed. You stared at him for another moment before sighing.
“Right,” you muttered, starting the walk towards your apartment. Bucky fell into step next to you, an easy silence falling between the two of you. It was Bucky who broke the silence first.
“What were you even doing out here in the dark on your own?”
You gave him a sharp look from the corner of your eye.
“I needed groceries,” you told him, stopping dead in your tracks with a groan. Bucky arched a brow at you in question as you grimaced.
“My groceries,” you pouted, running a hand through your hair. “I dropped them after those guys…”
Bucky made a sympathetic noise, nodding his head in understanding.
“Do you want to go back?” He asked, gesturing towards the way the two of you had just came. “We can get you some things to replace all of it.”
“No,” you sighed, feeling the weariness seep into your bones after a long day and an even longer night. “No, thank you. I think I just want to go home.”
“You’re sure?” He asked, blue eyes studying you. “It’s not a problem.”
“I’m sure,” you smiled, though you knew it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate it, but I have work in the morning, and it’s already late.”
“Alright then,” Bucky nodded, falling back into step with you. The silence was filled with tension, but for what reason, you couldn’t place. You felt his eyes on you the entire time, studying you still as you hunched your shoulders to try and hide from him. What was he looking at? Was there something on your face? Was he planning on how to best trap you and drink you dry? Was he just toying with you at this point?
“Your heart is pounding, draga mea,” he purred, his hand brushing against your coat sleeve. “What has you so worked up?”
“N-nothing,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks warm with embarrassment. Bucky hummed, a twitch of his lips your only indicator that he found this whole situation amusing. You rounded another corner, breathing out a sigh of relief as you spotted your apartment. Your gait quickened, Bucky matching your pace easily until you stopped at the stairs leading up to the entryway. You stepped up onto the first step, turning to face Bucky with a bashful smile.
“Well,” you gestured back behind you, “this is me.”
Bucky arched a brow at you, an amused smirk on his face as you fiddled with your fingers awkwardly.
“You’re not going to invite me in?” He questioned, that familiar smirk taking purchase on his lips once more. You spluttered, eyes growing wide as you tried to think of how to answer. Bucky’s smirk transformed back into that boyish grin once more.
“Kidding, draga mea,” he chuckled. You scowled at him, though there was no real heat behind it.
“Well,” you blew out a breath, “thanks for walking me home and, um, saving…me.”
“No thanks necessary,” he assured you. “But, I would like your name.”
Your cheeks grew even hotter at the realization that you had never actually given this man your name. You supplied it, and he repeated it in a low rumble, as if tasting it on his tongue.
“It suits you, I think,” he nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and shooting a wink your way. “Well, I’ll see you around, doll.”
He backed up, eyes trained on you as a devilish smirk stretched across his lips before he turned around and continued on his way. You watched after him until he disappeared around the corner, blowing out a breath as you looked up at the starless sky above. Part of you hoped you never saw him again, but another, darker part of you prayed you did.
A/N: And here's chapter one! The man, the myth, the legend! Bucky is so interesting to write, and I'm excited to delve into his character and see what kind of person he's going to be! Can't wait to hear thoughts!
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Hey there, I saw your post mentioning your retirement/hiatus. I’ll be honest and say I’m not sure which work of yours I read, though I’m sure I have cause I’m following you.
I wanted to send well wishes and love your way. I understand the pain of losing such a bright light in life, and as a fellow writer I fully understand the pain this causes even this safe space. I had to give up writing for a long while, almost a year, because all I could write about was my pain and at a certain point it stopped being healthy.
I hope healing comes to you, and holds you close. All the best wishes
Yep published a few books and all are available on Kindle and a few you can buy physical copies of :)
Unfortunately, due to mental health issues I’ll be stopping writing- a lot of my work is a series, that is unfinished so… I don’t recommend picking it up now 😅xx
(And I still consider myself an author in Fanfiction terms, I’ve written a 600-800k fic, which is longer than most “established” authors)
I’ve decided to retire this Tumblr page for good (for now). I posted earlier, a few weeks ago, about how my beloved dog has passed away…
His name was Bucky, he was only 8 and he was (is) the light of my life. I got him when I had no one and had nothing. I named in a group chat with friends I made from this page, we had all started an RP group and they inspired a lot of my fanfics - to this day.
He was an integral part of my life and this blog. He motivated me to get up in the morning and start my day, I always started my day by seeing him. He helped through my depression and my suicidal ideations.
It’s a big shame he has passed. I am forever in mourning.
I have no motivation to continue writing (for now). I have no motivation for anything, even life at times.
I still get daily requests, despite the notice I’ve put up. I still get reblogs on older series, asking when the next chapter will be…
I’ve made promises over That’s Starks Boy, I do intend to keep those.
This isn’t a goodbye. I’ve decided to retire my tumblr page cause despite being gone, I still see the toxic behaviour writers are pushing on this site. I STILL see Alec Lightwood x Female Reader stories, despite us fighting for change. Tumblr isn’t my home anymore.
I’ve been writing on AO3, on and off again. I WILL continue over there; when I am ready. I hope to see you guys there.
My url for AO3 Fatbottombarnes. I’ve posted a lot of new content, but I’ve stopped recently due to this major life change.
I hope you can all forgive me.
All of my series and content will be moved to AO3.
For anyone that loved this blog and it’s fanfiction,
The people that were readers of this blog,
They will know of my pupper, Bucky.
Sadly I had to put him to sleep. Thought I’d log on and let you guys know the news 💕
Today was a very sad day. Today I’ve retired from writing and won’t be returning. I know I said I would, but my heart is too full of grief and… honestly, idk if I even wanna continue living without him.
Ngl they really ruined Garth’s plot by making him a wolf…
Like he really could’ve been the new Bobby, I’m not saying a series reg or anything like Bobby Singer. But they could’ve just had the boys call him or in passing have other hunters say “yeah, Garth really helped with that one” or had the boys be like “Garth is helping Midge with a ghoul in Louisiana”
Like my boy could’ve been the new point. They set it up and then took it away. I would’ve loved it.
I still see the hearts & reblogs on my writing. I truly appreciate the love and support I still get… despite disappearing two years ago.
I fell into a slump. I got severely depressed. I lost motivation with life, more than anything.
I can’t promise I’ll return here anytime soon, but I do have an Ao3 (same name as here), that I’ve been dabbling with things over there still.
I can promise that, one day, I will return and complete all your favourites. Please just don’t give up on me… asking you all to wait is such a big thing, but I can feel myself become lighter. I can feel the love of writing coming back (I may not be a big marvel fan anymore, but I never was a huge one to begin with. I just liked the characters with my plots).
