A Spooky Kind Of Love

A Spooky Kind of Love

Prompt/Summary: Old Mansion

Pairing: Winterhawk x reader

Warnings: Jump scare, kinda. Clint’s an ass. A few swear words

Word Count: 4924 words

A/N:  I wrote this for Kari’s Marvelous Halloween Challenge ( @until-theend-oftheline ). I’m tagging some new people, so if you didn’t want to be tagged in this, please let me know and I won’t tag you in the future. This is my first time writing Winterhawk, so feedback would be much appreciated!

Y/N plopped down in the middle of the huge bed, her muscles screaming at her from the long day as she finally let herself relax. Pillows were scattered and the duvet was messily thrown to a side, giving the bed the aspect of a nest. She snuggled further into the comfortable mess when she heard the door to the adjacent bathroom opening and closing, and soft footsteps walking over the carpeted floor. When she raised her head to look, she noticed Clint, wearing black sweatpants and a gray shirt, with his hair slightly disheveled, as if he had been napping just before she’d arrived.

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Social media Au- Part 11

P.s. I would like to do another Twitter part but only if you help me with questions to tweet.

Taglist: @sesamepancakes @slytherinambitious

source : chris evans and elizabeth olsen’s scary good time | the ellen show

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reblogs are appreciated🤓

reunited.

Summary: A few years ago, Walter Marshall had a friend named Skylar Holland while in SWAT. She was someone that he could trust and always go to. But he started pulling away, pushing her away, and ultimately moving from SWAT to become a Detective. Now, after transferring to become a Detective, Skylar and Marshall have to work together again. 

Warnings: Vague talk of attempted murder/murder, kidnapping of underage girls, my bad smut writing.

A/N: Sorry if it sucks, but I dig it. 

“Marshall, you and Holland will be working on a case together.”

That sentence is still bouncing around in my head. How could the captain possibly believe that we could work together? He saw what it was like when I started, we can hardly stand to be in the same room together.

Not anymore.

“This is some fucking shite.” I mumble, rubbing my face with my hands.

I jump when a harsh slap hits my desk. “Yup. But I guess we are stuck with it.” I look up, seeing Marshall stand there, arms crossed, glaring at me.

“Please, Marshall, come on in and make yourself at home in my office.” I say sarcastically, pulling the file toward me.

No sound comes from the man. He just stands there, watching me.

“You look like shit.” I say, not looking up, reading.

A loud, deep exhale was all that could be heard from him.

We used to be able to talk shit to each other. To joke around with and have a laugh. What happened to the Marshall I used to know? What happened to my friend?

“So, there is one survivor. Is she awake enough to talk?” I ask, looking up at him.

“I called the hospital before seeing you, they think she should be awake by the time we get there.” He replies, looking around my office. Boxes and boxes galore. “You’ve been here a week and you still haven’t unpacked?”

I stand, grabbing my coat. “Careful Marshall, I might just start to think you care.” I say, walking past him and out to the hall.

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Date Night | Chris Evans Blurb

Summary: Reader helps Chris get ready for a big date.

Word Count: 621

Warnings: fluff!!!!

“You look a little nervous.” You smirked as you leaned against the doorframe. Chris shot you an annoyed look as he held up two different ties in the mirror, trying to figure out which one went best with his shirt.

“Shut up and help me please.” He moaned as he threw the ties on the bed defeated.

“She’s not going to care what you’re wearing,” you picked up the light blue tie and threw it around his neck, starting to tie it for him. “She’s just excited to be going. You don’t need to worry.”

You finished the tie and gently tapped your fingers on his chest signaling you were done. Chris sighed as he slid on his suit jacket. You smiled to yourself as you watched him do one last look over in the mirror. He did look especially good tonight; his hair perfectly coiffed and the suit hugging him in all the right spots.

“I just want it to be perfect.” He finally said, his eyes finding yours in the mirror.

“And it will be.” You reassured him. Chris opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by the sound of tiny feet running down the hallway.

“Daddy! I’m all ready for our date!” You grinned as your daughter burst into the room. She was wearing her special dress that you two had picked out for tonight. It was a light blue; the same color as her eyes she inherited from her father, and had beautiful lace detailing all over the bodice and tulle coming from every angle of the skirt. Her curls were running wild down her back, just the way she liked it, and her lips had the faintest hint of your lip gloss on theme. In other words she looked beautiful.

“Wow, baby girl, you look so beautiful.” He laughed, hoisting her up in his arms. “You look just like your pretty mama.” He winked in your direction as you blew him a kiss.

Your daughter blushed at his compliment, burying her face in his neck. You smiled watching the two of them interact. From the moment you brought her home from the hospital, that little girl had your husband wrapped around her tiny fingers. You always knew Chris was going to be a great father, but watching him with Y/D/N just proved that he was one of the best.

Tonight he was taking her out on her first of many “daddy/daughter” dates. He had spent all week planning everything so it would be perfect. You had laughed when he told that he was doing all of this “so she has extensively high standards and doesn’t date anyone in the future” but you both knew he was doing it because she was his whole world.

“Should we get going?” Chris smiled down at her as she nodded excitedly.

“Have her home no later than 8:30, young man. No funny business. She has a bedtime and her father will kill you.” You teased, following the pair out of your bedroom and down to the front door.

“I’ll do my best, ma’am.” Chris laughed as he gave you a kiss. “I’m saving all my funny business for you.” He murmured against your lips.

“She’s lucky to have you as her dad.” You patted down the lapels of his jacket, trying to hide the fact that you had tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m the lucky one.” He said wistfully. His gaze darted to your daughter who was currently giving Dodger goodbye hugs and kisses. He turned his attention back to you, lifting your chin with his hand. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Thank you for giving me such a beautiful family, sweetheart.” Chris’s hand fell to your protruding stomach; baby Evans number two-a boy-kicked against his hand.

“Wouldn’t want to have it with anyone else.”

Worrying for Two

Pairing: Winterhawk x Reader

Warnings: Injuries

Squares Filled: Playful Relationship for @star-spangled-bingo​ - Picture (K4) for @buckybarnesbingo​ and Free Space for @winterhawkbingo​

Word Count: 1000ish

A/N: Sorry for the spam y’all. Trying to blackout a bingo last minute! 

Betaed by: no one - all mistakes are mine

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Your eyes widened as the door opened and your two boyfriends were almost carrying each other through the door. Bucky had a cut over his left eye and a limp on his right leg. Clint looked like he lost a fight with a rhino. He had a huge bruise over his right eye, a split lip, a limp and was crouched over as if his ribs were hurting him. 

“Oh my God!” You jumped from the couch, heading straight for them, “I thought it was just training today not a mission?”

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