|This is my first castiel drawing and I find it to be the best drawing I've done yet.|
|This is obviously a destiel fic, but the reason I've put as one of my best ones is because my sister told me she thought it was one of the best ones I've done.|
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Superfamily - In the rich man's world
"Hey buddy, what are you doing?"
Peter turned briefly around from his place on the blanket on the floor. He looked up at his papa, clutching a brown wallet made from a shiny material. They were toys all around the nearly two years old boy, yet, he chose a wallet to play. Smiling with all teeth he had (six for now), he lifted one hand up, showing the wallet proudly. "Bah!"
"Aw, cute. Did dada gave you his old wallet to play?" Steve asked, crouching next to the baby and smiling back.
"Mmmmm," Peter confirmed, clutching the wallet back to himself. He worked his chubby fingers and opened the lock, showing Steve the inside. Steve expected to see it empty, or maybe having some fake money from Monopoly, or maybe one dollar bills stuffed into the pocket. He wheezed, when he saw that it was brimming with bills. And not only one dollar.
"Peter!" Steve gasped, terrified by the sight. Peter took Tony's wallet. Of course, he didn't do it because of bad will, but it was wrong to play something so im
Superfamily - Go to sleep
"Rock a bye baby…"
Early evening. Too early to go to sleep. Well, it depends on how old are you.
"… on a tree top..."
Tony was leaned over Peter's crib, singing gently, his voice getting a bit deeper and warmer.
"… When the wind blows, the cradle will rock…"
Peter was watching his dad, eyes slowly closing to sleep. It was truly blissful and quiet and warm and the pleasant scent of baby powder was still in the air from the before bedtime diaper change.
"… When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall…"
Peter minimally fidgeted. He didn't like the sound of that.
"… And down will come baby, cradle and all…"
That part Peter definitely didn't like. He opened his mouth to voice out himself.
"… But don't you worry, baby, Iron-Man will catch it all.."
And it was fine again. Tony even moved closer an Iron-Man plush toy and Peter took it with his small hand, cuddling close.
Tony watched his baby for a w
Superfamily - Kittens and mustaches
"You are a boy, right?"
On the list of questions Tony didn't expect to hear, this one was pretty high. He looked down at his son, taking a break from working on a plan for a new Iron Man suit, and met his boy's curious eyes.
"Yes, Peter, I am a boy," Tony answered slowly, careful with his words and not aware of what kind of trap by a three-year-old he could fall into. He noticed that Steve also lowered his newspaper and listened to the conversation, ready to step in if things went in an unexpected direction.
"Oh," Peter replied, sounding like if he didn't believe that, side-eyeing the room. He looked back at Tony and raised his hand up, showing a plush kitten. "Is Mr Kitten a boy too?"
Tony sent a hopeless look at Steve, afraid of messing this up and ruining their so far perfectly working child. Steve shrugged and smiled, giving Tony and encouraging nod to go on.
"I don't know," Tony answered, taking the cat. "Let's check," he said, turning the toy in his hands.
A Bet Gone Wrong WinchestersXReaderA Bet Gone Wrong
Word Count: 1,455
Warnings: Language, implied intercourse, mentions of a bet for sexual activities.
Days spent locked away in the bunker doing research were always the worst. Dean was usually antsy to get out and hit up a bar, (Y/N) would try to sneak off and play video games, but Sam on the other hand, actually seemed to enjoy himself.
Today (Y/N) managed to sneak in a break by cleaning her gun. However, it didn't go unnoticed. Dean watched her intently, leaning up against a bookcase.
It was apparent that (Y/N)'s jeans were a little too tight on her body. Dean clearly didn't mind, as he continued to stare away.
Sam quickly picked up the nearest book that he wasn't looking through and smacked Dean in the back of head with it. "Seriously Dean?" He asked, bringing his brother back down to reality.
Dean rubbed the sore spot on his head and shot Sam a warning glare. "Come on Sammy, haven't you seen how great her ass is?"
Sam turned his head and rolled his eyes. "Wel
Castiel x Reader - I don't understand
Ever since you could remember you always celebrated Christmas, your brothers made sure of it. It wasn’t much to everyone else eyes, but for you it was enough and carried a strong meaning and bond in your heart that you couldn’t explain with simple words.
But sometimes life changes everything, firstly Sam went to college leaving you, Dean and Dad behind, then dad died, all hell broke loose and so on and so on.
It was 2016 now and you were finally celebrating Christmas for the first time in a very long time, Dean and Sam didn’t want to but you gave them the best puppy eyes ever. Dean just glared at Sam for teaching you this but he ended up agreeing with it, so now here you were decorating the entire bunker and waiting for your brothers to return from the grocery shop with the ingredients to make the Christmas dinner.
You heard a flutter of wings and felt a presence behind you, you turned around and smiled when you saw that it was Castiel.
Did I Deserve It Dean x Reader
Short oneshot not much but: watch this video for imagery doesn't belong to me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8JOzaWOttU
A/N Reader has Mark of Cain, Dean has to tie her to calm her down. Swearing, mentions of abuse and angst. Reader used to be protective over Dean so things in italics are said by her in the past before the Mark (italics.)
Pairing: Dean/ Reader: Family.
Think about it, think about what would happen if you have a second side, if you had a part of you that shouldn't be released like a bipolar opposite of your neutral self. Then, think what would happen if you let your other side out and were tortured again and again and again...until you became yourself; covered in bruises and saturated in blood. Then, think about having to walk down the neighbourhood with ripped clothing, blood covering you and three stab wounds on your chest. That's how I was, I
Over Thinking - Thor x Reader
The soft sobs filled the empty space of the shared floor that Thor was on. They were quiet and delicate and, if he was being honest with himself, heartbreaking.
There were only two other people on this floor that he shared, and the crying was too feminine and delicate to be Loki's.
The God of Thunder crept his way through the hallway until he found the room across from his own. The sobs were muffled by the wooden barrier before him and, with what he assumed to be, a pillow. He knocks on the door but is met with no reply. He knocks once again and, this time, he is met with a muffled,
"It is I, Thor," He booms. "I want to make sure that you are okay, Lady (Y/N)."
"I'm fine," She replies. "Just, just go away!"
Thor stands in front of the door, his feet shuffling against the hardwood flooring until he reaches down to the door handle and enters the bedroom. The sight that he his met with is one that he did not believe that he would ever see.
The blue duvet lays scrunched up on th
Yours - Dean x Reader
I wear your winter coat
The one you love to wear
So I can feel in close
To was beyond compare
The moment waking up
You catch me in your eyes
That beauty on my pillow
They haunt me in the night
And I will find my strength to untame my mouth
When I used to be afraid of the words
But with you I've learned just to let it out
Now my heart is ready to burst
The snow fell to the ground lazily. It was freezing outside but she didn't care. She wasn't that far from the bunker and, luckily, Dean was with her. She had managed to drag the grumpy man out of the bunker for a little while once she had discovered that it was beginning to snow outside. He grumbled to himself at the time but went with her none the less - which was after she had used the puppy dog eyes on her.
And here they were, wandering down the snow filled streets together. Dean's hand tightly held onto hers. A large smile was plastered onto her lips as they walk through the snow.
Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love
Safe and Sound (Steve x Reader) One-shot
You were laying on the couch in your living room watching a movie. Your head lay in Steve’s lap and while he was intensively watching the movie, you were throwing popcorn in the air and catching it with your mouth.
You had met each other during the attack on New York. You owned a little pastry shop in the middle of New York and it was the busiest time a day when a grenade went off just outside your shop. You were slammed into the counter hard and had broken several ribs. But even that couldn’t stop you from bringing everyone in your shop to safety before collapsing on the floor.
When aliens stepped into the remains of your shop you didn’t have the strength to stand on your feet. You had accepted you would die right there and then, but with a smile on your face thinking you had saved all those people from the same fate. You had closed your eyes and waited for them to take the shot. After several seconds and hearing some stumbling you dared open your eyes again. All the
Superheroes (Steve x Reader)
In the silence of the dark night, rain filled clouds drifted over New York. The wind picked up and exclaimed her howling sighs. Raindrops started dripping on the roofs of all the buildings, spreading a relaxing melody through the empty streets.
Most people were already fast asleep, their soft snoring contributing to the melodic unity of sounds that penetrated your apartment. In the dim light of your computer screen, you were working on a project you had to finish before the next morning.
Your eyes started to feel heavy, but you couldn’t give in to the lingering sleep yet. Just a few more adjustments and you would be done. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your arms out above your head. The glowing red light of your alarm clock told you it was already three in the morning. In less than five hours you would have to be at the office again. While you were working on the last few details your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier, until after a few minutes you had fallen asleep be
I am a northern British girl, not normal but typical. I go online each day so don't be afraid if I don't update or post. My writing is mostly what I focus on, its mainly based on fanfiction. The fanfiction will be on shows I've watched or do watch, so don't expect much.
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